(A/N: Finally, the LAST CHAPTER! It's not that I didn't like writing this story, but… I mean, come on. When you think about it, I've jumped from the first season to this season without really working on anything else. You can see why I would be a little sick of my own series by now. On a side note, apologies for the delay. I sort of got grounded for a while. Nevertheless, here's the finally chapter for Beyond the Set.)
It was a few weeks after Beyond the Set had ended- and it was time for the Fifth annual Reality Award show. The Blue carpet had already been rolled out, and the tabloid reporters were already lurking about. Most of the reporters were happy to be assigned the award ceremony to cover- while not the biggest show of the year, it was certainly a nice break from regular celebrity stalking. One of the reporters, however, was not happy at all- downright miserable, actually.
And that tabloid reporter's name was Blaineley.
Blaineley stood a few feet away from the Blue carpet, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I hate my life," she groaned, "I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life-"
"Um, we're rolling," her cameraman said.
"I KNOW WE'RE ROLLING!" Blaineley snapped.
The blonde scowled, and then put on what was perhaps the most fake smile in the history of anything.
"Hello, and welcome to Celebrity Manhunt," Blaineley greeted, "tonight is the night for the Fourth or Fifth Annual Reality-Award show! And we've got a real… TREAT… for you, because I was assigned an exclusive interview with the host of Camp TV, Chris McLean. Camp TV has been nominated this year for Best Show, which has many fans excited. The producers have said that since the show has been such a success, they're looking forward to broadcasting many more seasons around the world, and are aiming to up the stakes in future showings."
Blaineley glanced around, an annoyed look on her face.
"Unfortunately," she hissed, "it seems the cast hasn't quite arrived yet-"
"But I have!" a familiar voice exclaimed.
"Oh god-" Blaineley groaned.
Chris McLean stepped into the view of the camera, signature grin on his face.
"Hey Blaineley," he smiled, "how's it hanging?"
"Well-"
"Don't care. See, tonight isn't about you- because YOU weren't nominated for Show of the Year. Oh, wait- you COULD have been nominated, were you still host, but you're not. Sucks to be you, huh?" Chris asked.
"Gee, thanks for reminding me," Blaineley scoffed.
"No problem," Chris said, "now, you were going to interview me?"
"Yes," Blaineley said, "so, Chris, what do you think about-"
"Great question," Chris smiled, "I like to think of my sparkling personality as the key to my success."
"But I didn't-"
"Well," Chris thought, "I suppose having great hair and a hot bod do help, thanks for reminding me, Blaineley."
"Yeah, whatever," Blaineley frowned, "so, when will the cast be getting here?"
"The cast of what?" Chris asked.
"Um, your show," Blaineley muttered.
"Oh," Chris said, "right right right. They should be here any minute. Maybe. What day is it?"
"Are you DRUNK?" Blaineley asked.
"What? No, of course not!" Chris laughed nervously, "Where would you get such an idea? Nope, sober as a… man who's… incredibly sober."
"Right," Blaineley huffed, "well, it's been great talking with you-"
At last, a large blue bus pulled up beside the two, and the contestants from the past two Camp TV seasons began to pile out.
The first person off was Heather, still covered in cuts and bites from her "consolation prize" after the finale. She glared at both Chris and Blaineley, but said nothing.
Noah stepped off the bus, his usual bored expression on his face.
"Well," he sighed, "this is just great. And here I was thinking I had actually been done with the show."
"One does not SIMPLY be done with this show!" Chris exclaimed, "Mostly because of paperwork and legality issues, though."
One by one, the contestants finished piling out of the bus, and they all stood in a line in front of the Blue Carpet. The only notable absence was that of Beth. Sadie was also gone, but no one had given her an invitation anyway.
"Here they are, folks!" Blaineley said to the camera, "The cast of Camp TV! So guys, tell me-"
"No one wants an interview with YOU, Blaineley," Heather snapped.
"You tried to kill me!" Justin exclaimed.
"Well, not you specifically," Blaineley shrugged, "just business, nothing personal-"
"And you brought that freaky stalker to camp!" Cody exclaimed, "I still get nightmares!"
"It was necessary at the time," Blaineley huffed.
"Oh oh oh!" Izzy smiled, "Then that time you put Chris and I in a cave and set it on fire! That was fun! BOOM! Ha ha ha!"
"See?" Blaineley frowned, "SHE liked my hosting style!"
"Izzy is nuts," Noah snapped, "she likes anything that involves fire or explosions."
"Yeah," Izzy pouted, "speaking of, you should really work on your image, Noah. When's the last time you blew something up?"
"Sane people don't go around blowing things up," Noah huffed, "we have sane-people things to do."
"Come on," Izzy smiled, "we should hang out! It'll be fun! First we can go to the movies dressed up as pandas. When we get there-"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT," Noah said, putting his hands over his ears.
"Really, guys, I need an interview," Blaineley said, "otherwise I'll-"
"No need," Josh smiled, appearing next to the journalist, "you've been relieved of duty."
"WHAT?" Blaineley demanded.
"Yeah," Josh said, "turns out nobody really like you on TV so… they sent me instead."
"WHATEVER!" Blaineley shouted, "I don't need my own TV show, anyway!"
With that, the blonde stormed off.
"Hey guys," Josh greeted.
"Josh!" Cody exclaimed, "How's it going?"
"Not about me," Josh insisted, "this is YOUR guy's night. How do you all feel with such a prestigious award nomination?"
"Well I'll tell you how I feel," Chris interrupted, "I thinksh we has a GREAT shot at winning… as long as the… voters vote... for us. Then we win… what is it we're winning?"
"Show of the Year," Josh reminded the intoxicated celebrity.
"Oh," Chris thought, "sounds fun. I wonder who's going to win?"
"Okay," Josh sighed, "so Heather-"
Before Josh could continue his question, a shriek was heard near the front of the building.
"IT'S STARTING!" a fangirl screamed, "EEEEE!"
"Well, been great talking with you guys," Josh smiled, "my advice would be to just smile and look at the camera. And for the love of god, if you win, don't let Chris make a speech."
"Wasn't planning on it," LeShawna frowned.
An hour after the show officially started, it was finally time for the Show of the Year award.
"It all comes down to this," the announcer smiled, "the candidates are… Rainbow Pony Rehab Center! The Camel Whisperer! Camp TV Beyond the Set! And finally… Wheel of Various Projectiles Being Hurled at Unassuming Pedestrians! And the award goes to…
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… RAINBOW PONY REHAB CENTER!"
"WHAT?" Chris exclaimed.
The audience cheered as Chris, along with the contestants, sat there looking dumbfounded.
"I was sure we would win that," Cody sighed.
"RECOUNT!" Chris exclaimed, "I DEMAND RECOUNT!"
"Whatever," Justin yawned, "I'm getting out of here."
"Hey, anyone up for some food?" Trent offered, "I could take us to Taco King."
"Sick, dude!" Geoff exclaimed, "Count me in!"
"Count me out," Noah frowned, " I just want to get home."
"The only way out of here is by bus," Trent shrugged, "you may as well tag along with us anyway. WE can always drop you off somewhere."
"Fine," Noah huffed, "but I want a seat far away from Izzy."
"Done," Trent said, "let's go."
The contestants had all piled onto the bus. Some were tagging along with Trent for taco's, and some were being dropped off at other locations.
"Take us to Taco King first," Trent ordered the bus driver, "the airport."
"Got it," the driver said.
"Wait!" Josh exclaimed, running up to the bus, "Can you squeeze me on, too? I figured you guys were headed to the airport, my office is right near there."
"Sure," driver shrugged, "pick a seat."
Josh made his way to the back of the bus, then sat across from Cody and Gwen.
"Hey guys," Josh greeted, "how's it going?"
"Good," Cody smiled, "I mean, we didn't win, but-"
"-but," Heather finished, "you must be pretty used to failure at this point."
"Oh, shut it, Heather," Gwen snapped, "the game is over. I'm just ready to get home and get on with my life."
Just as the bus started to pull out, however, the ground started shaking violently.
"What was that?" Bridgette asked.
"Probably a tremor," LeShawna shrugged, "nothing to worry about, they're not strange around-"
LeShawna was cut off as the ground began shaking again.
"THAT'S NOT A TREMOR!" DJ screamed. The teen leapt out of his seat, and rushed off of the bus.
"Sheesh," the driver muttered, "wonder what he was so worried abo-"
The driver gasped. About two football fields away from the bus stood robot Cthulhu.
"Uh," Trent muttered, "now might be a good time to-"
"DRIVE!" Owen shouted, "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!"
Quickly, the bus driver made a u-turn, then slammed on the gas pedal. The robot, however, was in pursuit. While Cthulhu didn't seem to be gaining, they weren't losing him, either.
"Damn it!" Trent exclaimed, "EVERY TIME I go out for tacos! EVERY TIME!"
"We can't outrun that thing!" Heather groaned, "It put six of us in the infirmary without trying!"
"So we don't outrun it," Izzy laughed, "we BLOW IT UP!"
The redhead reached under her seat, and pulled out a grappling gun and a pack of C4.
"Do you just carry C4 everywhere you go?" Noah asked.
"Well, not to orphanages," Izzy thought, "then I bring dynamite. Sometimes C8."
"So what are you going to do?" Josh asked.
"Blow it up!" Izzy exclaimed, "DUHHH!"
"I mean, like, in terms of a plan," Josh frowned.
"Plan?" Izzy asked, "I don't use plans. I use explosives."
With that, Izzy opened her window, and climbed out and on to the roof.
"Great," Noah sighed, "we're all going to die."
Izzy climbed back into her seat, a triumphant smile on her face.
"Well?" LeShawna asked.
"Well what?"
"I thought you were going to blow the robot up!" LeShawna exclaimed.
"Oh," Izzy frowned, "I thought you wanted me to blow the bus up…"
"WHY WOULD ANY OF US WANT YOU TO DO THAT?" LeShawna demanded.
"You know," Izzy thought, scratching her head, "I figured that was best left unknown."
"Everyone off the bus!" Geoff shouted.
The driver pulled over, and the contestants rushed out onto the road as fast as they could.
"Hey, hold on a second!" Cody smiled, "Idea! Anyone have anything heavy? Like, a rock or something?"
"What do oyu need a rock for?" Heather asked, "Um, HELLO! We're all going to die, here!"
"Easy," Cody said, "if we aim the bus at Cthulhu with the C4 still strapped on top, then weight down the gas pedal, we'll be sending an explosive bus straight at the robot!"
"Hey," Gwen smiled, "good thinking, Cody!"
"Screw this!" Ezekiel exclaimed, "I'm out of here!"
With that, the teen took off running.
"Whatever," Cody said, "we don't need him- someone find something heavy!"
"Here!" Tyler said, handing Cody a large rock, "That should do it!"
"Right," Cody nodded, "except… I wouldn't know how to get the bus in position."
"I'll do it," the driver offered, "don't trust none of you kids with my bus."
The driver snatched the rock, then climbed inside the bus.
"Okay," Cody sighed, "I hope this works-"
"Hey, I don't mean to alarm you guys," Justin murmured, looking up at the sky, "but I could swear that plane is HEADING RIGHT AT US!"
The teens looked up, and gasped. Sure enough, a huge jet was rocketing down towards them. Incredibly enough, however, the jet soared past the kids, and landed directly on top of the bus.
"Um, what?" Katie blinked.
"Oh no," Harold, "look at the side of the plane!"
Everyone turned to see that a picture of Chris was plastered on the side of the jet. Speaking of, the host himself kicked the plane's door open, and hopped out to greet the teens.
"Hey guys!" Chris smiled, "How's it going?"
"Well, in case you didn't notice," Heather scoffed, "THERE'S A GIANT ROBOT MONSTER READY TO KILL ALL OF US!"
"Hold on a second," Trent frowned, "it's… gone!"
It was true- amazingly enough, Cthulhu had managed to disappear as quickly as he was able to appear.
"That's… ominous," Josh muttered.
"Not as ominous as what I'm about to tell you," Chris grinned, "Courtney!"
"Wow," Noah murmured, "that guy sobers up quick."
Courtney stepped of off the plane, and handed Chris a clipboard.
"Hey Courtney!" Geoff greeted, "How's it-"
"SSHSHSHSHHH!" Chris snapped, "I'm reading the cast list!"
"Cast list?" Eva asked, "For wh- oh no."
"Congratulations to Owen, Geoff, Duncan, Harold, Trent, Noah, Justin, Cody, Tyler, Heather, Bridgette, Eva, LeShawna, Lindsay, Katie, Gwen, and Izzy. You lucky campers have been selectively chosen to reappear-"
"Um, that's ALL of us," Trent snapped.
"Whatever," Chris snapped, "yeah, okay, I just accepted everyone I saw here. Big whoop. Anyway, you campers have been chosen to have another chance at competing alongside four new contestants!"
"FOUR newbies?" Heather groaned, "That's… twenty one people!"
"I know," Chris chuckled, "you'll have your work cut out for you this time."
"Right, well, I'm just gonna go-" Josh muttered, walking away.
"Not so fast!" Chris smirked, "I actually contacted your agency, Josh. You're with me now."
"I'm sorry, what?" Josh asked.
"Figured The Shadow might make an interesting competitor," Chris smiled, "so I contacted your agency, and they gave your contract to ME. Welcome aboard."
"But I-"
"Also joining us this season will be-"
"EEEK! CODYKINS!"
"For the love of Hircine, TELL ME YOU DIDN'T DO IT!" Cody cried.
In answer to Cody's question, Sierra leapt off of the plane, and pulled Cody into a hug.
"I'm never leaving you again," she grinned.
"Courtney," Chris said, "I may be a lot of things, but I'm not a liar-"
"Yes you are," Trent huffed.
"Shut up," Chris snapped, "as I was saying, Courtney, I promised you a role as contestant on the show if you helped me. So, I'll keep my end of the bargain. You'll be new contestant number three."
"Uh, thanks," Courtney muttered, slightly nervous.
"And finally," Chris smiled, "we have our last new contestant-"
"ALEJANDRO?" Cody, Justin, and Trent all exclaimed.
"Hola, amigos," Alejandro smirked, stepping off of the plane, "good to see the three of you again."
"No," Justin said, "no, no, no. We saw you explo-"
"Ah, yes," Alejandro sighed, "the whole MALL incident. I uh, got better."
Alejandro glared at Sierra.
"Do I know you?" Sierra asked.
"You should," Alejandro muttered, "you were there when I- anyway, it doesn't matter! I harbor no ill grudges towards any of you! I simply look forward competing alongside one of my closest friends, eh, Justin?"
"Uh, yeah," Justin said, laughing nervously, "right, right. Yeah, good to… see you … again."
Alejandro smirked, and held out his hand. Justin shook it, but eyed his former friend suspiciously.
"Well, now that we're all acquainted," Chris smiled, "make sure you tune in next time for-"
"WAIT!" Cody exclaimed, "What about the bus driver?"
Everyone stared.
"As I was saying," Chris continued, "this has been one heck of a season, that's for sure. But next year, we've got even bigger plans! With our largest player count to date, make sure you tune in to see us travel across the world- we're going global, baby! Twenty one teens will ride this jet behind me around the world to compete for a million dollars! Who will come out on top? Who will take the drop of shame? What drama do we have in store? Find out next time on
CAMP TV 3!"
CONFESSIONAL: Josh
"New… contestant? …. Me? Huh. Well, I definitely didn't plan it this way, but I may as well make the most of it."
CONFESSIONAL: Sierra
"!"
CONFESSIONAL: Courtney
"While I am a bit surprised Chris kept his word for once… I'm kind of looking forward to it, I guess. It should be fun. Make some friends, travel around the world, and maybe win some money."
CONFESSIONAL: Alejandro
"I've been waiting for this chance. To finally exact my vengeance. Justin, Trent, Cody, Sierra… they'll all now what it means to suffer. I'm going to take away everything they have, piece by piece. I'm going to turn them against each other. I'm going to RUIN THEIR LIVES LIKE THEY RUINED MINE. And when I'm done, I'll win the money too."
(End Confessionals)
(A/N: So, by now you're probably wondering lot's of things. Like what happened to Beth. Maybe why Gwen broke up with Geoff. Perhaps you still want to know what happened at the Mall. Well, all of these questions will be answered next season. I was going to publish another story after this- so expect CTV3 sometime this summer. By summer, I mean early summer, perhaps incredibly late spring. Anyway, thanks for reading- hope you enjoyed season two of Camp TV!)