AN: Before we get to the chapter, I would like to give partial credit of one of the fights in this episode to Nicky Haugh for providing me an idea. Also, place your bets on which eliminated contestant is getting a cameo in this episode!
acl97 gioia: Thank you! After Moon Madness, I found it pretty difficult to believe that Dawn would've lasted much longer, which is a shame, I enjoyed writing her character. I hope you enjoy this episode!
Nicky Haugh: Thank you! I hope you enjoy this episode!
CutieMudkipYT: Haha! Oh, you won't have to worry, my friend. I have big plans for Mal, just you wait and see.
Suckers Punched
Chris McLean is standing on the dock, ready to do the recap.
"Last time on Total Drama All-Stars: the campers were treated to a day in the Fun Zone! Where, anything can happen, except fun.
Mal and Alejandro 'bonded', Zoey and Sierra bonded, and Courtney and Gwen rekindled their friendship. Whatcha wanna bet which is gonna go down first? In the end, the Heroes got the victory.
And, Duncan tried to convince his fellow Villains to vote off the newbie, guitar guy, Trent, but, it was Dawn who got the flush after her literal psychotic nature in the moon challenge.
"Which team will score a victory next? You'll just have to wait and see on an all new episode of Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
The show fades in on the spa hotel. Inside, Mal is walking down the corridor. With Alejandro in exile, he didn't have to worry about him, for now.
He stopped by a slightly open door, glanced around, and quietly pushed it open.
Inside was a dark room filled with computer monitors and DVD's in drawers. Mal looked down at the desk to see a clipboard.
The malevolent personality picked up the clipboard and flipped the page to the second, and saw three words that left him confused.
"Voice command: Rocketeer." He read aloud. He shrugged and placed the clipboard back down, when something caught his eye.
A DVD had been left out. He picked it up and read it's name: "Unedited Confessional Footage."
"I could always use a good blackmail opportunity." Mal smirked, placing the DVD into the player, and began to watch the boring footage.
As he listened in on a certain confessional, his smile grew wide.
"Well, well, old friend."
Loser Cabins
"I don't think toast is supposed to be green." Trent commented, holding out a piece of unnaturally green toast.
"Mama calls this penicillin puree," Scott stated as he swiped the toast from Trent's hand. "Never had a cold in my life!" The dirt farmer stuffed the toast into his mouth.
Gwen gagged, using her one good hand to cover her mouth.
"Well, I think we know who to vote off if we lose again." Duncan said, eyeing Trent.
"After today there won't be any teams." Courtney replied.
"What are you talking about, princess?"
Courtney narrowed her eyes into a glare. "There are only ten players left, we have to merge soon!"
Before Duncan could give a snarky reply, the intercom went off.
"Good soon-to-be-painful morning, campers! Head to the Chris-osseum, pronto! Today's challenge isn't gonna hurt itself!"
Forest Path
"Ha! Lightning remembers being in this big stadium, cause Lightning made it to the finals! Sha-bam!" Lightning bragged, flexing his arms as the Heroes walked past him.
'Mike' walked past Duncan, who was looking at him curiously as he whistled 'In the Hall of the Mountain King.'
Duncan stopped in his tracks, gasping. "I know that tune!" He whispered loudly, panic evidently in his voice.
Confessional: Duncan
"Oh, man, I knew Mike seemed familiar!" Duncan began, pointing out the confessional door. "Back when I was in juvie, he was running the place! Except back then, his name was Mal. And he, is bad news."
Duncan slowed down and grabbed Zoey by the shoulder as she passed. "Zoey! We need to talk, it's about Mike!" He whispered loudly so only she could hear.
"What about him?" Zoey asked, giving Duncan an incredulous look.
"Look, I knew I knew the guy from somewhere, but I couldn't place it until I just heard him whistle!"
"I don't follow you." Zoey admitted, looking a bit confused, crossing her arms.
"Back when I was in juvie, so was Mike! Except, he went by Mal!" Zoey raised an eyebrow. "I think he liked being locked up! He caused trouble just for the fun of it!"
"But that's so out of character for Mike!" Zoey said, holding her head.
"Just think about it, guy with multiple personality disorder, he probably burnt Trent's guitar, Gwen's notebook, and your necklace!"
Zoey uncrossed her arms. "Why are you telling me all this?"
Duncan just scoffs. "Everyone deserves to know about Mal. I mean, haven't you seen how strange Mike has been acting recently?"
"Well...yeah, but…" she trailed off, realizing that Duncan was right.
"Just think about it." Duncan told her, walking off.
Zoey took a look at 'Mike' as he walked. The camera zooms into his head.
Mike's Mind
Mike groaned, pulling the boulder he was chained to along. He sighed, letting go.
"Oh man, what a drag." Mike looked up, into the distance.
"Wait...what's with the top of that tower?"
In the distance was a giant black stone tower, a purple light shining from the top, underneath what looked like Mal's hairstyle. Spikes poked up from the ground, with dark clouds circling the tower.
Before Mike could look any closer, a series of blue question marks flew by. "Who." They all said as they passed Mike.
Mike smiled, coming up with an idea. He reached out as the question marks flew past Mike, grabbing hold of one of them, and cutting the chain off, disconnecting his ankle from the boulder.
"Yes!" He cheered, letting go of the question mark, allowing it to fly back to join the others. "Why?" They asked as they flew off.
Mike ignored them, and started running, but stopped suddenly, feeling his feet sinking through the brain matter ground.
It acted like quick sand. Mike tried to move his leg, but he only sunk through faster.
He let out one cry for help, before sinking completely under.
To his surprise, he felt himself free, and fell into a chair below. Mike looked around, resting his arms on the armrests of the chair.
The multiple personality contestant noticed quickly the dark room that he was in, a series of chairs next to him, behind him, and in front of him.
To his left, he saw what seemed to be a ramp out of the room, but before he could stand up, he felt two clamps suddenly wrap around his wrists, and then two more around his ankles.
That was when a light flashed on.
A projector.
He realized where he was; a movie theater.
The screen turned to life, and Mal smirked at Mike, fire behind him.
"I kept you attached to that boulder for a reason, Mike." Mal taunted.
"But you had to be the rebel you never were." The malevolent personality continued. "So, instead, this is where you will be...forever!" Mal smirked.
"Welcome to your own personal Hell!"
Chris-osseum
The contestants stood in front of a blue boxing ring with red wires circling the ring, a Villain and Hero scoreboard behind the teams.
"Welcome to Camp Wawanakwa Colosseum!" Chris told the remaining ten players.
"A boxing ring?" Scott asked, looking unimpressed.
"Oh, Lightning's team is gonna be creamed!" The jock complained. "As if noodle-arms can fight." He jabbed his thumb at 'Mike', who scowled.
"Here comes Chef and Alejandro!" Chris announced as said chef walks in with the teen.
"A boxing ring?" The arch-villain noted, turning towards Mal. "Perhaps you and I would like to go a couple rounds some time, amigo?" he offered, clearly sounding smug.
"Greetings, playas! Recipe for today's disaster is a hearty helping of season one's, no pain, no game challenge, with a pinch of phobia factor for extra zing." The host explained.
"Not hungry." Courtney rolled her eyes.
"Get ready to sink your soon to be missing teeth," Chris started, walking over to a wooden wheel with tape dividing multi-colored silhouettes, "into the Wheel of Misfortune! Rules are simple, spin the wheel and beat the opponent of whatever it is the wheel lands on.
"Win the match and you win your team a point. First team to win three fights is the champ! Let's get ready to pummelllllll!" Chris cheered, looking over to the Villains.
"Since the Villains lost yesterday, they go first. Who's rumble-ready?"
"Me! I'll go!" Scott said, raising his hand and stepping up to the wheel, taking a spin.
The dirt farmer spun the wheel, unaware of the wink that Chris gave to Chef, who stood on the opposite side of the wheel, and stepped on a red button on a wire, connecting to the wheel.
The wheel began to slow down to a stop, landing on a shark silhouette.
"Say hello to your foe, Fang!" Chris announced.
Scott gasped in fear, turning around to face the ring, seeing the shark rise up from the ring with an orange mouth guard and red boxing rings.
"Scott? Hello?" Gwen asked, waving her good hand in front of Scott's face as he stared forward, paralyzed with fear.
"C'mon, bro, move it or lose it!" Chris told the dirt farmer, unimpressed with his lack of actions.
"Oh, I think that's already happened." Duncan snarked, looking a bit annoyed with his teammate.
Chef fit the boxing gloves onto Scott's hands, and tossed him into the ring, where he was almost immediately punched in the cheek by Fang, then the stomach, then the face, almost knocking him off balance.
Fang wound up his fist, punching Scott in the chest, launching him into the red wires and bouncing him back towards Fang, who has raised his fist. Scott crashed into the fist, almost sending him out of the ring.
"Dude, what was that!? You just got creamed!" Duncan nearly shouted, approaching the ring.
Scott only chuckled dazedly, before falling into unconsciousness.
"Scott's out and Fang won the match! The score is still zero, zero!" Chris narrated.
Duncan and Trent carried Scott off. "Does this guy wash his feet?" Trent asked, to which Duncan just shrugged in response.
"Heroes, come on up...Sierra!" Chris said, pointing at the purple-haired girl.
"Why me?" She questioned.
"Why not?"
Sierra opened her mouth, but just shrugged instead and walked over to the wheel and spun it.
Within seconds, it landed on a silhouette of a bird.
"I believe you two have met!" Chris smiled as the boxing ring revealed a condor in a nest.
"Is that the condor from episode seventy six from World Tour?" Sierra asked, taking a step back.
"Indeed it is, Sierra. Indeed it is." Chris nodded.
Chef fit the boxing gloves on Sierra's hands and she climbed into the ring to face the condor.
The condor flapped its wings and flew into Sierra, head butting her backwards, into the red wires, bouncing her back towards the condor.
As she flew back towards the condor, she raised her fist and slammed into the condor's head, knocking it to its feet.
As the condor began to recover, Sierra jumped onto the condor from behind, tackling it to the ground, and successfully neutralizing the bird.
Sierra stood up slowly, dropping her gloves to the ground.
"And that is one point for the Heroes!" Chris announced, the scoreboard dinging up one for the Heroes. "Villains, you're up!"
Trent shrugged, walking up to the wheel. "I'll give it a shot."
The musician spun the wheel, landing on a black thin silhouette of a person wearing a painter's hat.
Trent raised an eyebrow and looked towards the ring, seeing a mime emerge from under the ring. Trent froze in fear and took a step back.
"This game is rigged!" Sierra shouted.
"I agree," Gwen nodded, "what are the chances that Scott fights Fang, Sierra fights a mother condor, and Trent fights a mime?"
Chris sighed. "Just trying to make things more interesting." He turned to Chef and nodded, who sighed and took a step away from the wheel.
"But that doesn't matter, now. Now, Trent has to fight a mime!"
Trent cautiously stepped into the ring, the boxing gloves on his hands. The mime began to pretend he was in an invisible box.
"Stop it! There's no wall there, man!" Trent pleaded, his pupils dilating.
The mime pretended to find a door, and opened it, stepping out. He then 'grabbed' a 'rope' and began to pull it.
"Stop being freaky!" Trent yelled, raising his fists.
The mime didn't stop, and Trent gulped. "Stop it!" He pleaded.
Of course, the mime didn't stop, and Trent just decided to stop it himself.
The musician ran for the mime, punching him in the jaw, knocking him over
As the mine lay on the ground, stunned, Trent took a breath and sat down on his chest and began to pummel the mime's face, blood spilling onto the glove.
"I think that's enough, Trent." Chris said, now looking a bit nervous.
When Trent didn't stop, Chef took out a tranquilizer dart and shot the musician in the neck, knocking him out cold.
Chris cleared his throat. "Heroes, you're up." He watched as Chef pulled Trent out of the ring and slung him over his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Lightning's got this!" Lightning reassured his team, running up to the wheel and spinning it.
To everyone's surprise, the wheel landed on a silhouette of Cameron.
"Aw man, Lightning has to fight nerd boy again?" Lightning questioned, turning to Chris.
"Nope, not Cameron. Just his armor!"
Lightning turned towards the ring to see a platform moving up, showing Cameron's power suit from the season four finale.
"Chef got it working through remote control, so, have fun!" Chris slapped Lightning on the back as the jock climbed into the ring.
"You are going down, robot nerd!" Lightning cheered, raising his fist, but before he could even move, the armor raised its arm and shot a bean, striking Lightning's chest, and sending him through the wooden wall.
"Well that was fast." Chris commented, looking at the hole Lightning flew through. "Villains, you're up!"
Gwen shrugged and walked to the wheel, ignoring Duncan's plea to not spin it due to her broken arm, and spun it.
When the wheel stopped, it landed on a familiar contestant.
"Aw, sha-dang!" Lightning moped, walking through the door and seeing who was in the ring.
"Does Gwen have what it takes to take down jockette, Jo? Or will Gwen prove herself to be more than a mopey goth? Find out when we return on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"
Commercial break.
Gwen reluctantly stepped into the ring, facing the strong jockette.
"Well, well. What happened to your arm, Face-Paint?" Jo taunted, raising her two gloved fists.
"Screw you, Jo! I remember what you did to Dawn!" Gwen stomped her foot down, raising her one usable arm.
Duncan groaned, pinching the bridge on his nose. "Gwen is so toast!" He grumbled.
"Anyway," Jo continued, "Chris promised me that I could come back if I took out one of you. And you're an easy out!" Jo cockily smirked.
The contestants watching gasped. "You cannot be serious!" Courtney shouted at Chris.
"I am, and I will." Chris replied, his usual smile on his face.
"Come on, Jo! Give me your best shot!" Gwen shouted.
Jo obliged, and ran for the goth girl, raising her fist.
Just as Jo's fist would've collided with Gwen's head, the goth girl ducked, allowing Jo to fall into the red wires.
Confessional: Gwen
"There's no way I'm gonna beat JO in a one-on-one fight, especially with this arm," the goth girl starts, gesturing towards her broken arm. "So, the only thing I can really do is to not get beat to death by that cutthroat."
Jo stood up, facing Gwen, and ran for the girl. Gwen narrowly ducked the punch, avoiding Jo again. Using this window of opportunity, Gwen shoved her shoulder into Jo's leg, knocking her over.
Gwen spun around, about to hit Jo, until said jockette kicked Gwen's chest, sending her to the floor.
Jo stood up and started towards the goth. She pressed her foot to Gwen's chest, keeping her down.
"Don't even try, goth girl." Jo taunted, smirking, believing that she won.
Gwen, thinking quickly, raised her elbow and hit Jo's ankle, catching her off guard long enough for Gwen to kick Jo's chest, knocking her back about four feet, providing Gwen enough time to stand up.
As Gwen turned to face Jo, she saw the jockette lunge at her, and let herself drop to the ground, allowing Jo to fly over her and slam into the red wires.
Gwen kicked Jo's ankle, letting the girl fall to her knees. The goth stood up and kicked Jo in the back of the head as she attempted to stand, successfully knocking her unconscious.
"And in a shocking turn of events, Gwen sends Jo back home!" Chris announced, letting the scoreboard even out.
"We are tied, one-all!" Chris announced.
"I'll go." Zoey raised her hand, walking towards the wheel.
"Good luck!" 'Mike' offered a thumbs-up.
The dyed redhead spun the wheel, and landing on a silhouette of a boxy character.
"Your opponent!" Chris gestured towards the ring, the platform ascending to reveal the Robot that Alejandro had been imprisoned in.
"That dreadful machine?" Alejandro asked, wincing at his remembrance from his time inside the machine.
"Yup! The new and improved, Total Drama Machine!"
The cast noticed that one of the rubber arms had been removed, and in its place was a thin metallic robotic arm. It was missing one eye, leaving a green glowing eye behind.
The chest piece appeared to have been taped back on, along with bolts around the side.
As Zoey stepped into the ring, looking nervously at the robot and wearing the boxing gloves, Chris pulled out a piece of paper. "Wowser!" He yelled out.
Hearing that word, the Drama Machine's green glowing eye changed to a yellow color.
Mal's eyes grew wide, and a smirk stretched across his face.
Zoey readied her fists, and jumped up, kicking the machine's chest, which didn't even budge the machine.
The Drama Machine suddenly lifted it's metallic arm, hitting Zoey upside the head. Zoey held her nose, backing away, feeling blood dripping out.
The Drama Machine twists it's claw hand, and wheels quickly to Zoey, raising it's metallic arm in an attempt to hit the girl, to which she quickly rolls to the side, avoiding the attack.
"I don't think that thing is safe." Trent noted, pointing at the robot, which now slowly wheeled towards Zoey, snipping it's claw hand.
"Don't worry! It's perfectly safe!" Chris reassured.
The machine reached out with it's metallic hand. Zoey quickly jumped up, doing a backflip to avoid its claw.
As she landed, she noticed the Drama Machine race towards her. It gripped Zoey's throat with it's rubber arm, and began to squeeze slowly.
"Chris! This is not safe!" Courtney yelled at the host, who now showed a small amount of concern.
"She'll be fine!" Chris told them all.
Zoey lifted her feet up, placing them on the Drama Machine's chest, and pushed it away from her slightly.
Mal saw his chance and turned towards Chris. "Hey, why is it so strong now? Is Chef some kind of rocketeer or something?"
Chris' eyes went wide, now worried.
The Drama Machine dropped Zoey to the ground. She took a breath, but when she looked back up, she saw a red light where the yellow light used to be.
Zoey slowly stood up, the machine watching her. Feeling unnerved, she took several steps away from the Drama Machine.
That was when it lifted it's rubber arm. The claw descended into itself, and a giant buzzsaw appeared in its place.
Zoey backflipped over the red wires, watching as the Drama Machine cut through the wires, letting the other contestants run in other directions as the machine chased Zoey out of the door.
Mal clamped his hands over his mouth to stop his ever growing smile from showing.
"We have to help her!" Sierra shouted, running in the same direction Zoey ran in.
Zoey moved a tree branch out of her way. She looked backwards, failing to see the Drama Machine anywhere in sight.
That was when she suddenly felt rubber stick to her back. Zoey glanced back to see the Drama Machine with its rubber arm against her back.
The cannon-like arm shot her off, sending her flying into a tree.
The girl rubbed her head as she saw the machine wheeling towards her at a high-speed. She stood up quickly, feeling a vine on the tree, and began to quickly climb.
The Drama Machine reached the base of the tree, and produced it's buzzsaw, and began cutting away, sawing through the tree.
Sierra and Mal watched from the distance, one of them more amused than the other.
Zoey held onto a branch as she felt the tree begin to topple. She held on tight, slamming into the ground and rolling over onto her chest, trying to crawl away.
The girl heard the wheels of the Drama Machine coming towards her, the buzzsaw activating.
Zoey closed her eyes, preparing for herself to meet her demise at the hands of this machine.
Except, the wheels suddenly picked up speed.
Zoey opened her eyes, seeing that Sierra 'tackled' the robot, and sent them through the forest.
The Drama Machine reached behind itself, trying to pry Sierra off of it, all the while trying to stop itself from picking up too much speed.
"No one hurts my friends!" Sierra yelled, slamming her fist at the robotic head.
She glanced up ahead, seeing the ocean straight ahead and winced as they came out of the forest.
The wheels went over the side of the cliff, dragging Sierra along with it.
Zoey raced to the cliff and looked down, seeing that Sierra and the Drama Machine had landed on a ledge, overlooking the ocean and a large amount of sharp rocks below.
"Sierra!" Zoey yelled. She saw Sierra look up at her, and smiled as she jumped onto the ledge with them.
"Are you okay?" Zoey asked her friend, kneeling next to her, ignoring the damaged machine behind them.
"Not really." Sierra weakly admitted. She held her arm out, wincing.
Neither of them noticed the machine behind Zoey slowly start to pick itself up, using its rubber arm to launch itself back up onto its wheels.
Before Zoey could help Sierra up, she felt a cold metallic arm grip her by the back, and a claw grab her by the head, and slam her head into the stone wall.
Sierra looked up in worry for her friend.
The Drama Machine whipped her head back, before repeating the process of slamming her head into the stone wall.
Blood began to drip from her mouth.
Sierra stood up, ignoring the pain in her ankle as she grabbed a pointed rock, and slowly shuffled towards the Drama Machine.
The machine whipped Zoey back for a third time, preparing to slam her into the stone wall again until…
"Hey, trash compactor!"
The Drama Machine rotates its head one hundred-eighty degrees, just in time to see Sierra gripping a rock in her hand.
"No one hurts my friends!" She shouted, sending her arm flying over her own head, and impaling the rock through the robot's covered eye.
It dropped Zoey to the ground, allowing her to take a breath as the machine spun around to face Sierra, now spinning its buzzsaw once again.
Zoey gasped in horror when she saw the machine wheeling towards Sierra.
She stood up and raced to the robot, and hit it in the side of its metallic head. She quickly clutched her hand, realizing the stupidity in her plan.
The Drama Machine spun its head back towards Zoey, but still spinning the buzzsaw in Sierra's direction.
The dyed redhead took a quick glance at the rubber arm, and Sierra caught her eye, immediately catching on.
Zoey kicked the robot back, reaching for the stone in its eye, and pulling it out as it's metallic arm reached around and gripped Zoey by her arm, but not fast enough to stop Zoey from tossing the stone to Sierra.
The machine spun it's head back towards Sierra, only then realizing that the girl was swiping down on the rubber arm, and cutting through.
The machine swung it's rubber arm up, swinging the buzzsaw against Sierra's cheek, blood visible.
The robot tossed Zoey back, using the metallic arm it still had, and wheeled closer to Sierra, who was now lying on the floor, holding her cheek as the Drama Machine raised the buzzsaw above its head.
Suddenly, the rubber arm fell loose, allowing the saw to fall into its own head, and began cutting through.
Zoey smiled a bit, seeing the saw cut through. But that didn't stop the horrified look that she made when it grabbed Sierra by the throat with it's metallic arm, and spun around towards Zoey.
"See you around."
The Drama Machine wheeled off the ledge, giving Zoey only seconds to recover, jumping across the stone floor, and sliding across the ground to grab Sierra's wrist as the machine fell to the rocks below, impaling the dreaded machine.
Zoey and Sierra both looked down at the Drama Machine below, sighing in relief at seeing the red light slowly disappear.
"Are you okay?" Zoey asked, pulling Sierra up onto the ledge.
"No...that was horrifying." Sierra admitted, holding her legs.
They were stopped by the whirr of helicopter blades. They looked up to see Chef arrive by helicopter to pick them up.
"I just scouted the entire island for you two!" Chef shouted through the megaphone. "I already got Mike! Let's head back!"
Sierra and Zoey quietly boarded the red helicopter as it landed, and took off back to the challenge.
When they arrived, Chris was pacing nervously, and the boxing ring had been sawed through.
When Chris spotted them, he looked extremely relieved. "Thank God, you two are safe! I just avoided a MAJOR sue up my pants!"
"That's what you care about right now?" Gwen asked, looking shocked.
"Hey, it's not my fault that Chef added a protective mode to the new Drama Machine!" Chris claimed, crossing his arms.
"Anyway, despite that whole incident...the Heroes get a point!"
The scoreboard went two to one. The Heroes were in the lead.
"Are we really just gonna ignore everything that went down?" Trent questioned.
"Villains! Who's next?" Chris asked, completely ignoring Trent's question.
"Man, I've been itching for a fight all season long!" Duncan smiled excitedly as he walked up to the wheel.
He promptly turned to the wheel and spun it. It finally did land on someone, with an unknown silhouette.
"Yeah, was really hoping Alejandro would get that one." Chris quipped as a smoke bomb exploded in the ring, and in its place was an attractive man with a blue outfit to Alejandro's, and had a similar build.
"Jose." Alejandro scowled. He turned to the host. "Why must you bring back these torturers from my past!"
"Hey, I wanted Heather back, but we got what we got. So no whining." Chris pointed at Alejandro, who just pouted.
Duncan climbed into the now slightly broken ring, and put on his boxing gloves.
A bell sounded, and Duncan and Jose began to exchange punches, but Jose seemed to only deflect his face and punch at Duncan's chest.
"Hey, are you okay?" 'Mike' asked Zoey, putting on a concerned voice.
"I'm a bit traumatized." Zoey admitted, rubbing her arm.
"Aw, it's okay Zoey. I believe in you, and I believe that you'll be okay soon."
"You really think that?" Zoey asked, looking up at 'Mike'.
Confessional: Mal
The confessional opens with Mal chuckling darkly.
"Oh, Zoey. You don't know who to trust, do you?"
Confessional: Zoey
"Duncan made it seem like this Mal character is violent and, well, yeah! I just...I don't know who to trust anymore!"
"Enough!" Alejandro yelled, earning a look from Jose, which allowed Duncan to punch him out.
Alejandro turned to Mal. "I'm sick of hiding this blatant obvious truth!" Alejandro yelled, casting a finger at Mal, which made him grow nervous.
"This is not who you think he is! This is a demon in disguise."
'Mike' scowled at Alejandro. "Al, buddy! Did all that bonding time on Boney Island really mean nothing to you?" Mal asked slightly nervous.
"You put a knife to my neck!" Alejandro accused, now angry.
Duncan stepped out of the ring and pumped his fist in the 'score' motion. "I knew it! Even Alejandro knows about you, Mal!"
At this point, everyone was staring at 'Mike'. Zoey was now taking several steps back, and Mal was starting to seethe with anger. If he could, he would whip out his pocket knife and drive it into Alejandro's chest.
"Zoey, you...you don't believe them do you? I'm Mike!" 'Mike' asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Zoey looked between Alejandro and Duncan, and Mal.
"I-I...I don't believe you!" Zoey shouted, swiping Mal's hand off her shoulder.
Mal scowled, allowing his hair to fall over his eye, and dropping his 'Mike' act.
"Fine, I can see when I've been figured out." Mal rolled his eyes.
"Where's Mike!" Sierra shouted it, just before Zoey could.
"Oh, don't you two understand yet? Mike is gone, and never, ever, coming back." Mal cackled, turning his focus to Chris.
"I have my decision on who to fight."
"Um, in case you haven't been paying attention, that's not how it works here." Chris told him, shaking his head.
"No, but I want to fight him!" Mal spun and pointed at Alejandro.
"Bring it." Alejandro replied smugly.
"Wait, they'll both get a point then!" Courtney pointed out.
"Maybe, maybe not." Chris shrugged. "I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?"
Courtney crossed her arms as she watched Mal and Alejandro step into the ring, putting on their gloves.
Chef sounds the bell, and the two enemies circle each other.
"You'll pay, Al." Mal spoke, raising his fists to eye-level.
"And you'll have to pay for everything you did." Alejandro replied.
"Wait, he's not saying…" Gwen trailed off.
"I think he is…" Courtney spoke.
"Fine. I admit it." Mal stopped. "I was the one who burnt your belongings."
The contestants gasped, others more angry than others.
Using this chance, Alejandro leapt up at Mal, and punched his face.
"Yes! He burnt my smartphone, give him what he deserves!" Sierra yelled, obviously angry. Zoey quickly pat her on the back. "Sorry." Sierra glanced downwards.
"So that guy was the one who destroyed Lightning's football!?" Lightning asked, now confused himself.
Alejandro punched Mal again, knocking him to the floor. Mal looked up, only for the arch-villain to slam his fist into his stomach.
Despite all the pain, Mal was smiling, knowing all the pain that Mike was receiving at this moment.
Mike's Mind
Mike could only watch the theater screen as Zoey was chased by the Drama Machine, and how bad she was hurt because of it.
Not only that, each delivering blow that Alejandro hit Mal with, hurt Mike the most.
How did Mal conserve so much energy in just these few years?
Alejandro slammed his fist into the back of Mal's head, knocking him to the floor.
Alejandro stood up, smiling victoriously as he began to walk back to his team.
At least, he was until Mal punched him in the back of the head.
The arch-villain spun around to face the malevolent personality, only to see a boxing glove slam into his face.
Mal threw down his gloves, and kicked Alejandro's chest, knocking him to the ground.
Before he could recover, Mal punched his nose hard, breaking it.
Mal reached into his pocket and produced his pocket knife, and flipped it open, and stuck it into the arch-villain's mouth.
Zoey, Sierra, Gwen, and Courtney quickly looked away from the sight as Alejandro squirmed helplessly in the ring.
Mal smirked malevolently as he pulled his knife back out, blood covered in it, and had something in his left hand.
He stood up and walked out if the ring, ignoring the blood in the ring, as Gwen, Courtney, Sierra, and Zoey helped Alejandro, only to find out that one of his teeth are missing.
"That's three points! The Heroes win!" Chris announced, he too looking disturbed.
That night, everyone was at the elimination pit, minus Alejandro. Mal stood next to Chef and Chris with a television next to him.
"Everyone! I have a shocking announcement to make! Not only is Alejandro quitting the show following today's incident, the winning team gets to choose who goes home next! The losers also get to decide which winner is in need of a trip to Boney Island! Also, Mal here as a special video to play for us. Enjoy."
Chris and Chef walked out of the view, allowing Mal to play a video.
"I wasn't planning on showing this off immediately, but let's just show us who the real bad guy here is."
The contestants looked around, confused as Mal began to play the DVD he found at the spa hotel.
A confessional played, and one contestant went wide-eyed with fear.
Confessional: Duncan
"Aw man, I only came back for Gwen. She better not sulk the whole time, or I might as well be dating Courtney."
After a moment, he smiles. "Which is what she will be doing by the end of the season. I'm telling you, having Gwen to make Courtney jealous was a great idea!"
Everyone, minus Mal, Chris, Chef, and Duncan gasped.
"D-Duncan?" Gwen asked, tears coming to her eyes as she looked towards her boyfriend.
"I-I can explain!" Duncan pleaded, but was cut off before he could continue.
"I don't need you to explain! We're over, Duncan!"
Gwen stood up, tears in her eyes, and ran off crying.
"Gwen!" Courtney shouted, turning towards Duncan. "You really are an animal." With that, the former CIT ran after her friend.
"Thank you for your time." Mal smirked, enjoying the glares Duncan was getting.
"Moving on!" Chris announced, smiling at the chaos Mal was causing, as said contestant sat down. "Winners, which Villain is going home?"
"Do we even need to talk?" Sierra asked, glaring at a specific individual.
"Lightning votes Duncan outta here!" Lightning announced, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, girlfriend breaker!" Sierra snarled at Duncan.
Duncan just sighs miserably.
"Now, before we give Duncan the Flush of Shame, which Hero is spending the night on Boney Island? Villains?"
"Mal!" Everyone, except Duncan shouted in unison.
Mal, still smirking, just shrugged.
At the Flush of Shame, a contestant floated in the bowl, but it wasn't Duncan, rather, it was Alejandro.
"Oh yeah, did I say which contestant would be chosen to be voted off?" Chris asked the Heroes and Villains, who have all lined up at the dock.
"What I meant was, 'who wants who on your team'! Psyche!"
The contestants on the dock exchanged glances.
Alejandro covered his mouth with an unknown yellow material.
Chris pressed the button, flushing Alejandro down the toilet.
"Big brothers! Former competitors! Surprise twists! Can we top it? You'd better believe we can! Next time on Total! Drama! All-Stars!"