"Last time on Beyond the Set:
We took a journey through time in our Back to the Future challenge! The contestants were paired up, and built their very own time-travelling car. The duo of Justin and Izzy managed to win the first part of the challenge, and as a result secured an advantage for them in the second. During the second half of the challenge, I pitted all of the campers in a six way duel against each other- which Justin ended up winning! At the elimination ceremony, Duncan was voted out- or, was he? Last night, all was not as it seemed! So get ready to watch the drama unfold on
CAMP TV:
BEYOND THE SET!"
(Theme Song)
In the girl's trailer, after the elimination ceremony, Gwen was getting ready to go to sleep when Heather appeared next to her.
"Hey," Gwen said, "sorry for blowing you off earlier. What was it you wanted to say?"
Heather smiled at Gwen- a cruel, icy smirk. While Heather was annoyed Gwen wouldn't even listen to her before the ceremony, Heather was given not only a second chance, but one hell of an opportunity.
"Oh, nothing," Heather smiled, "I just wanted to tell you that I made Tyler cheat on Lindsay, caused them to break up, and effectively threw him off-game so that your team would lose. I manipulated Duncan into voted off Katie and Ezekiel, I managed to get Bridgette and Trent voted off, and then pinned it on Cody, who Justin is probably super-pissed at right now. At our next ceremony, Justin will be voted off."
"WHAT?" Gwen demanded.
"Yeah," Heather smiled, "and there's nothing you can do about it."
"I'm going to tell everyone about this," Gwen said, standing up, "you'll be the next voted off-"
"I don't think so," Heather grinned, "you do that, and I'll tell Chris you swapped the votes so Duncan would be sent home."
Gwen's eyes widened in fear.
"You know about that?" the Goth asked.
"And the irony," Heather laughed, "is that if you hadn't changed the votes, I would have been the one sent home. Because you saved me, you're now a puppet for my disposal."
"What do you want?" Gwen asked.
"Simple," Heather said, "your vote. You're going to vote with me for the next several eliminations- as a gesture of goodwill, I'll bring you to the final two. You'll even get a fair shot at beating me! Really, when you think about it, it's a great deal. As a result of rigging the votes, you get a one-way ticket to the final two with me. What do you say, Gwenny?"
"That's… that's not…" Gwen stammered, "I just wanted to send Duncan out of here, he was getting out of hand, that's all!"
"Look, I don't care WHY you did it," Heather yawned, "I mean, I voted for him anyway. You just did me a favor, which is why I didn't just tell Chris straight away."
"I don't buy that," Gwen huffed, "if you told Chris and had me eliminated immediately, that would have been a ticket to the final four."
"Okay," Heather nodded, "fair enough, I guess. The answer is simple: Justin and Izzy. While they don't see eye to eye, they're both good competitors. Justin has good physical ability, and Izzy's insanity is a weapon of its own. While I hate to admit it, I doubt I could have beaten them on my own. But know you're here, in this awful position. So you can either rat me out and face instant elimination, or you can go along with me to the final two. Your choice. And if you even THINK about going behind my back, to get me voted out, I'll tell Chris the minute I'm eliminated what you did. If I go down, you're going with me."
Gwen glared at Heather for a while, uncertain of what to say.
"Look at it this way," Heather said, "if it helps you feel better, I'm in a tight spot myself. I think Justin put together the pieces that it was really my plan all along- I need your vote simply to ensure that I stay in the game. I just need to eliminate the remaining two threats left in the game, and it'll be solid."
"…Fine," Gwen sighed, "but when we get to the final two, I WILL beat you, Heather."
"Whatever get's you to bed," Heather yawned, "speaking of, I'm going to sleep. Nighty-night."
Meanwhile, in the boy's trailer, Justin and Cody were in a fierce argument.
"What the hell was that?" Justin demanded, "I thought I could trust you, Cody!"
"But I did vote for Heather!" Cody insisted.
"Well if Duncan and I all voted for Heather too, explain how she wasn't in the bottom two!" Justin snapped.
"I don't know!" Cody cried, "I'm telling you the truth!"
"I put all of my suspicions aside to work with you," Justin snapped, "and you totally knifed me in the back. You better watch your back, Cody, I'll see to it you aren't in the final four."
Justin glared at Cody, then stormed out of the cabin.
CONFESSIONAL: Justin
"Final five. Again. But this time I don't like my chances at all, I don't know what to believe anymore. Hours ago, I really did believe Cody wasn't working with Heather. But if he, Duncan and I all voted for her, and she wasn't in the bottom two, that means he lied about who he voted for. Three may not be a majority vote, but like I said, she would have HAD to be in the final two. But if Cody was in the bottom two as well, that means Duncan probably betrayed me, too. So basically I'm on my own, like usual. As a kid, my parents were never there for me- they always said they would come to my school events or whatever, but they never did. I grew up and pretty much raised myself in a huge mansion- should be every kid's dream, but not mine. But you know? I can live with that- I can live with my parent's general apathy towards me, because they never PRETENDED to care about me. But Cody? He pretended to be my friend- I trusted him. THAT is what I can't live with."
CONFESSIONAL: Cody
"I don't know what happened! I really did vote for Heather! Duncan must have swapped his vote out for me! But that would also mean that Heather has Gwen and Izzy under her control- aw man, I don't like this one bit. I really thought it would be awesome doing another season of this show, and I dreamed about making it this far… but it's not a dream anymore, it's a nightmare!"
CONFESSIONAL: Gwen
"What have I done? Maybe Duncan didn't deserve to go home, but now I screwed Justin and Izzy over! I can't believe I have to work with Heather… I just… I just want to go home right now."
CONFESSIONAL: Heather
"And that, kids, is how you play the game. I'm close to winning- I just need to make sure these last few steps go my way. Justin and Izzy, you guys are next. Then, after I've voted off Cody, I'll just have Gwen disqualified, and take the prize money for myself. I've spent all year working on this- I studied the cast, and modified my plan to each person so that I knew it would work. It has worked- and it will continue to do so until I finally take the prize. Let Gwen try and think of a way to stop me- she won't be able to. I need to take Justin down now- Izzy is completely oblivious to what's ever going on, so she won't see it coming. Ahhh- it's good to know everything is going to go my way."
CONFESSIONAL: Izzy
"Okay, so final five! Woo-hoo! I think! I mean… I honestly don't even know what I'm doing here… what show is this again? But I'm still here, so go me! Yay!"
(all of a sudden, a knock is heard on the confessional, and a man starts shouting something in Russian. Izzy's expression turns grim, and she glares at the door.)
"Great, it's the KGB. Come in!"
(The door swings open, and a man steps inside the make-up confessional. Izzy lunges towards the man, kicks him in the stomach, karate chops him in the neck, grabs him, and smashes his head against the wall, seemingly knocking him out.)
"Okay! That's that! Oh, this thing still going?"
(End Confessional)
The next morning, Chris stood outside of the cast trailers. It was about four in the morning, and the host was sipping a cup of coffee.
"Ahh," he said, sighing contentedly, "quiet."
The host reached into his pocket, pulled out an hair horn, and then sounded it off.
Within a few minutes, the competitors all managed to stumble out of the trailers.
"Hey guys," Chris greeted, "how's it hanging?"
"It's four in the morning," Justin growled.
"Relax Bro," Chris said, "Brobo-cop, Broski, Brohemian Rhapsody, Broly roller, peanut butter and bro. Today's challenge requires getting up early. Today, we'll be doing the comedy movie Stripes."
"Oh, the one about the horse?" Cody asked.
"Cody, just… no," Chris sighed, "the one with Bill Murray. You know, 80's movie? Whatever, just go back into your hole, Cody. Today, we'll be doing military exercises. Your goal is to try and be the best competitor each round. For every sub-challenge you win, you earn a point. The person with the most points by the end of the challenge will win immunity from the elimination ceremony. That way, you can have a nice brunch afterwards and relax for the rest of the day."
"Really?" Gwen asked, "That actually sounds kind of nice-"
"Pffft, of course not!" Chris laughed, "I'm sure I'll find some way to squeeze entertainment value out of you once the challenge is over. For starters, I want all of you to run a lap around the film lot. First person back to me wins. Now, MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
The contestants all sighed, and took off running.
"I love my job," Chris sighed, "hey, you know what would be funny? I think I'll just leave, so when they come back here, they won't be able to find me!"
With a smirk on his face, the host set off for the craft's and services tent.
About an hour later, the five contestants finally found Chris in the mess hall.
"THERE you are!" Cody exclaimed, "I thought you said to meet you back at the trailers!"
"I lied," Chris smiled.
"So who wins?" Heather asked.
"Hm," Chris thought, "none of you."
"WHAT?" everyone shouted.
"We did ALL THAT for nothing?" cody groaned.
"Pretty much," Chris shrugged, "but at least next, you get to play with fire-arms!"
True to his word (for once) Chris led the teens to a shooting range, where he gave them all assault rifles.
"This can't be legal," Gwen frowned.
"You're probably right," Chris said, "but…. I don't care. You each have one clip. There will be five targets in each of your lanes. Your objective is to try and get as many headshots as you can."
"Oh, we get to use those people shaped target thingies?" Cody asked.
"Wow, you're being extra-annoying today," Chris sighed, "but yeah, you do."
"What if more than one of us get all five?" Gwen asked.
"Good question," Chris said, "if two or more of you get the same score, then you would both get points. Now, take positions!"
Each of the campers went to one of the lanes, and aimed their guns.
"And…." Chris said, putting on protective earmuffs, "GO!"
All of the campers fired as the targets began coming towards them- however, the result was the same for nearly everyone. Since no one was wearing earmuffs except Chris, Justin, Gwen and Heather were all on the floor, clutching their ears. Cody was actually launched backwards by the power of his gun- only Izzy was unaffected. The redhead continued firing, and soon enough all of her target's heads were blown away.
"My ears…" Justin groaned.
"Congratulations Izzy," Chris said, "you won the first part of the challenge! You get one point for your total!"
"What?" Heather asked.
"Izzy won the first part of the challenge," Chris explained.
"What?" Heather asked again ,"Speak up!"
"I said- forget it," Chris sighed.
"WHAT?" Gwen asked.
A while later, Chris had led the contestants to a wrestling ring that was covered in mud.
"Your next challenge," Chris said, "is mud wrestling!"
"What does that have to do with the military?" Cody asked.
"Seriously," Chris said, "you need to watch this movie, like, now. So, you'll all get into the ring, and try to toss each other over the ropes. The last person standing wins the challenge."
Sighing, the contestants all got into the ring.
"Okay," Chris said, "FIGHT!"
Justin immediately shoved Cody out of the ring, but was taken out himself by Izzy. The redhead also managed to quickly get Heather and Gwen out, as well.
"Izzy wins again!" Chris announced, "We have two more challenges- let's get to it, people!"
The next part of the challenge was to defuse a bomb.
"Okay," Chris said, "every good soldier should know how to diffuse a bomb-"
"DONE!" Izzy exclaimed.
Chris frowned.
"Well," Chris said, "we were going to do another challenge, but it seems like Izzy wins immunity by default!"
"Yay!" Izzy cheered.
Heather scowled.
"It's about eight o'clock," Chris said, "so meet me at the award ceremony in half an hour. You have until then to talk to whoever you need, or do whatever else you have to."
Half an hour later, the five competitors arrived at the elimination ceremony.
"Okay," Chris said, "go ahead and place your votes, and we'll see who's going to be getting the boot tonight!"
CONFESSIONAL: Justin
"Later, Cody."
CONFESSIONAL: Cody
"I'm voting for… Heather. Just in case Justin changes his mind."
(End Confessional)
"Okay," Chris smiled, "first award goes to Izzy. Gwen and Cody, you guys are also safe."
Justin glared at Heather, who just smirked at Gwen.
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"…Heather," Chris said.
"Fine," Justin shrugged, getting to his feet, "I've got a movie deal, anyway. I don't need the money. Later."
With that, Justin stormed off to the lame-o-suine.
CONFESSIONAL: Gwen
"Great. Heather had me talk Izzy into voting for Justin… things are going according to her plan. I need to find a way to mess things up for her… I need to find a way to mess with her plans! Mark my words, I'll find a way to stop Heather! Or at least slow her down a little."
(End Confessional)
"And that," Chris said, "is the end of one more person's journey. Thing's are going according to Heather's plans- will she be able to pull off the finishing touches? Will Gwen really be able to stop her? Find out next time on
CAMP TV:
BEYOND THE SET!"