Episode 4: By the Buy
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Chris stepped out of his car after parking up while coming into work, "Last time on Total Drama;
Parole Officer Hatchet and myself set to work putting the teams behind bars for a prison theme challenge. Tensions grew high between the cell mates as Zeke finally let loose his emotions and feelings,Tyler and Eva got sent to the ER when attempting to escape,and Max and Noah worked together to bribe Dakota and dig their way out of the prison and into victory. When it was all said and done it was Dakota who was being sent back in disgrace in the most dramatic Gilded Chris Award Ceremony yet! Who's gonna hurl? And who's gonna cry like a girl? Find out on another exciting episode of Total! Drama! Take 2!"
*outside the trailers*
Both teams were hanging around outside the trailers chatting and relaxing. Tyler,Brick,Harold and Dawn were sitting at a table with a deck of cards. "Not at all,Taken 1 is sooooo much better than the sequels" said Harold. Brick rolled his eyes, "Puhlease! The sequel was such a great extension of the original story and had better action and camera work on top". "Huh" muttered Harold, "You seem like the kinda game who says that graphics make a game as oppose to playing it". "Hey go fish Tyler" said Dawn,looking at her cards and nudging the jock. "Um,dude? We're playing Gin Rummy" Tyler pointed out. "Oh" said Dawn frowning, "Well,gin" she said,placing her cards face up on the table and dumbfoudning the guys. "C'mon man,pick up the pace a little" Noah snarked as Max returned from the food court with two bottles of beer. "Keep your hair on,I'm moving as fast as I feel like" Max replied. "Y'know if you wanna be apart of my alliance you'll have to clean up that little attitude problem you've got there" Noah sighed as he sipped his drink.
CONFESSIONAL START
Max (Directing Dictators): Noah thinks he's sooooo incredibly smart because he aided in winning the last challenge. It was just luck,I could've done it easily. Besides,I am NOT the sidekick,I AM the leader! He should have to be my evil minion/sidekick.
CONFESSIONAL END
"Morning all,how goes it? Don't actually answer that,I don't really care" Chris laughed as he walked into the trailer park. "Been better,didn't sleep a wink last night cause Max laughs in his sleep,eh" answered Ezekiel. "What part of 'don't answer I don't care' did you not get?" Chris retorted, "Today's challenge is certainly gonna be a fun one. All cast mates report to main offices outside the lot pronto. Oh,and put these on or else you'll all be sent packing" he ordered,as Chef and himself threw fancy one-piece suits at everyone.
CONFESSIONAL START
Dawn (Directing Dictators): I'm not exactly one to be a fan of such tight fitting suits as these,I prefer the more natural take of letting everything sorta swing out. Though I will admit,they do look nice.
Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Oh man *coughs* I think mines a few sizes too small.
Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): It may sound odd but I feel so...what's the word...naked? Without my gloves my hands feel so cold...so cold.
CONFESSIONAL END
Once everyone was changed the teams headed out of the lot and across the road to the towering office building that soared overhead. "Where do we go now?" Trent asked,looking around the crowded lobby of businessmen and women. "Hopefully not anywhere that involves climbing,these heels are killing me" Bridgette winced,lifting a leg to try and massage her feet. Harold looked over at the clerk sitting behind a large desk, "Pardon me Madame,we're from the reality show across the way and told by our least favourite host man to come over here" he explained, "You wouldn't happen to know where to go,would you?". The clerk checked her computer and smiled, "Ah,Mr McLean's 3 o'clock. Right this way please" she said,standing up and leading the contestants into a stairwell. "Oh you've gotta be kidding" moaned Bridgette,looking straight up through the middle of the stairs. "Your meeting is on the top floor in Room 202" the clerk smiled as she turned and walked back to her desk. Trent sighed, "You sure there's not an elevator?". "Don't think so,if there was it probably would've been in the lobby" Harold pointed out. "Maybe this is part of a challenge?" Noah asked, "First team to the top gets a reward in the next challenge". Tyler nodded, "Sounds like something Chris would do" he agreed, "Which means we need to get moving" he said as he began climbing the stairs. Bridgette frowned, "Can't we wait a minute,my feet are killing me". "Put a sock in it and step up already" Noah snarked. "Oh shut up Noah" Bridgette muttered,rolling her eyes.
20 minutes later the contestants were making slow but steady progress. The more athletic people,such as Tyler,Brick and Eva were already waiting at the top while others like Max,Harold and Ella were running out of breath. "Don't lose heart friends *gasp* If we continue we'll be bound to *cough* make it!" Max wheezed. "I think I'm having heart palpitations" Harold coughed. Harold looke down and noticed Bridgette was sitting on the floor trying to pry off her shoes. "Hey Bridgette,what are you doing?" he asked. "Getting these shoes offa me,they're killing my feet" she grunted as a shoe came flying off her foot and down to the bottom of the stair well. She furrowed her eyebrows and began to stand up,but then sat back down, "Yeah I'm not getting that" she said,returning to her other foot.
CONFESSIONAL START
Bridgette (Directing Dictators): Whoever invented high heels seriously deserves to wear them for a year,they SUCK! Look at my feet,that's a lot of blood coming out.
Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): Sometimes I'm thankful I was born a studded man rather than a fancy woman. If I had to wear high heels as part of uniforms and stuff I'd probably have to give up things like karate,fencing and looking manly in spandex tights...it's harder than it looks.
CONFESSIONAL END
Eventually everyone reached the top of the stairs,some with bloodier feet than others as they made their way to Room 202. Upon entering they were greeted with what looked to be a meeting or presentation room with a projector on the wall and single long table taking up the middle of the room with images of the team logos plastered onto the chairs,the Dictators on the left and the CameraCrew on the right. Sitting down they could all take a breather before Chris walked in wearing a snappy business suit. "Aw finally,about time you got here" Eva grumbled, "I take it the stairs slowed you down too?". Chris chuckled, "Nope,I just used the elevator at the end of the main hallway. I just told the receptionists to make you climb the stairs cause it would be funny". "Was it at least a challenge,eh?" Ezekiel asked,propping his head up on the table with his arm. "A personal challenge? Yes. A challenge from the show? Nope. Climbing those stairs was purely a way for me to torture you legally" Chris chuckled, "Now it's time for an actual challenge. Today you'll all be playing business men and ladies by coming up with a master idea for a product to sell to the masses,then you'll have to pitch said product to a Special Guest,Chef Hatchet and of course myself" he explained. "Any guidelines to follow?" Max asked. Chris shrugged, "You'll have to make a presentation showcasing things like side notes and sketches,etc. Oh,and make sure the idea is original. This show cannot take anymore copyright lawsuits,last week Mr Coyle shouted at me for drinking a can of Pepsi on camera". "Seems simple enough. By the way,why are we in this building instead of on the film lot?" questioned Noah. "This is actually our main production building where our writers,producers and other people work. Figured we could get this room for the challenge rather than building a whole new set" Chris explained. Outside a voice could be heard shouting in another room as nervous women entered, "Um,Mr McLean? Your wanted in Mr Coyle's office right away" she said looking pale. Chris bit his lip, "I'll be right there. You guys,there's two rooms hired out for the day,the Dictators are in here and the CameraCrew are across the hall. Now get to work!" he announced,straightening his hair and hurrying away. "Good luck guys,may the best team win" said Tyler,extending a hand. Eva took his hand firmly, "Yeah,MY team" she smirked,as the two laughed and the CameraCrew left to their room.
CONFESSIONAL START
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): Making products sounds hard,but really it's easy. People don't know what they want and will buy anything they get told to buy.
Noah (Directing Dictators): When it comes to selling mass units it can normally be the simplest of ideas that shift numbers the most. Just look at things like the original iphone. Nobody knew what it was Steve Jobs meant until his presentation made it all click. It's a phone. It's a music player. It's a web browser. It was such a simple concept that blew Apple out of the water,and practically made Steve Jobs the entrepreneur he wanted to be.
CONFESSIONAL END
Chris stood waiting outside the supposed office of Mr Coyle styling his hair. He turned to the cameras, "Who will be creating a big budget concept? Who's gonna absolutely flop? And what could I have possibly done wrong this time? Find out after the break".
COMMERICAL BREAK
*a dark faced woman sits behind a desk in an oak study*
"Have you gotten into trouble with the law and want a way out? Have you been wrongly accused of a crime you didn't commit? Have you been assigned a day in court and can't find a lawyer good enough? If your answer to any of these questions is even related to 'yes' then I'm your woman"
*she stands up and pulls a large book off her shelf*
"I'm Courtney Quadson,world renowned lawyer,politician and reality tv star. I know I'm incredibly smart,there's no case I can't win for you. In fact,I've even gotten awards for my skills in the court room when it comes to arguing,winning and getting my point across"
*she sits back down as numbers appear on screen*
"So if you need a way to dodge the law and save your skin,call me,Courtney Quadson,at 0800-SAVE-MY-SKIN"
QUADSON LAWYERS AND SOLICITORS - WE FIGHT FOR YOUR FAILURES AND OUR SUCCESS
COMMERICAL BREAK END
Chris was sitting in an average sized office/study in front of a desk. Behind the desk sat a young dressed with black leather shoes,pinstripe trousers and a sweater. A pair of glasses dawned his face with a comb over of brown hair atop his head. He sat back in his swivel chair pushing up his hair and looking annoyed. Chris wasn't sure what to do,and so spoke up, "Sooooo Mr Coyle...uh...how you been?". Mr Coyle looked him in the eyes, "I'm not very happy mate,I won't lie to you. Wanna know why?". "Sure,sure" said Chris. "Aight so you know the Special Guest that was meant to appear,right? Funny man Rick Harrison from Pawn Stars,quite an epic show. Anyway I rang him up right,and do you know what he said to me?" he asked in his Meath accent. Chris shook his head, "No dude,what'd he say?". "He said; Sorry I'm unavailable right now. I'm Rick Harrison and I'm working in MY Pawn Shop,where I work with my Old Man and my son,Big Hoss. One thing I'm learning in 23 years,I never know WHAT is gonna come through that door!" said Mr Coyle,trying to imitate an american accent and failing. "Woah dude,you got Rick Harrison? Nice!" Chris grinned, "He can tell me how much my car is,I wanna try and sell it to buy a better one". Mr Coyle frowned, "No you fuckin eejit,he's not coming! Apparently his Pawn Shop in Vegas is more important than our famous reality show here in Canada. Suffice to say my disapointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined!" he spat,leaning back in his chair. "Relax brah,it's all good. We can easily fly some other washed up celebrity in,got any idea what Adam Sandler's doin right now?" asked Chris. Mr Coyle frowned, "Believe me,I'd love to meet Adam Sandler as much as the next guy but our budget is kinda low". Chris quirked an eyebrow, "How low are we talking?". "Ah one of my checks bounced so we're talking half of your beauty cash" said Mr Coyle. Chris gasped, "Aw man,you gotta be kidding me!". Mr Coyle raised his hands, "Calm it down a bit mate,it'll be grand. I'll just step in to help judge the challenge to avoid paying someone to do it". Chris shrugged, "Sounds cool man,whatever works". The two were now in silence,unsure of what to say next.
CONFESSIONAL START
Chris: I'm not really all that fond of the bossman. Sure he's fine but we don't really grill each other,if you get what I mean.
Mr Coyle: Y'know these confessional things really are like unpublic yet public vent booths,like a catholic church without old men molesting children.
CONFESSIONAL END
In Room 202,the idea process was slow. Tyler and Bridgette suggested sports equipment,Ezekiel thought about tools,Noah considered a type of furniture and Max just wanted to mass produce weapons. "Right,because the mass public wants to buy death lasers" said Noah,rolling his eyes. "Agh,fool! You can't know what people want. Maybe blowing things up is a trend" Max pouted. "Why is this so tough?" Bridgette asked herself, "It's just making things to buy,simples". Tyler tapped his chin, "I think an idea just came into my mind guys". "Nice one,eh. What'cha got?" Ezekiel asked,loosening the tie around his neck. Tyler sat up straight and put his hands together on the table like a business man, "Okay,here's what I propose. People like to listen to music in the shower,right? But if you put a phone in the shower,it gets wet. So what I'm thinking is a water proof case attached to the shower wall that let's you hang up your phone,keep it dry and use it all once!" he explained. The others were impressed. "Not a bad idea Tyler" said Noah,giving him a thumbs up. "Yeah,that could be really cool to keep in the bathroom" agreed Bridgette.
CONFESSIONAL START
Tyler (Directing Dictators): Hehe,knew my noggin would come up with a genius idea one day.
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"Perfect" said Max, "Now all we need is some rough diagrams and a presentation on this here laptop and we'll be good to go" he said,cracking his fingers and typing up a PowerPoint while Tyler and Ezekiel sketched notes and pictures of the contraption. Meanwhile Bridgette was heading down to the storeroom (avoiding the dreaded stairs) while Noah was sent on a coffee run.
Across the hall in Room 203,the CameraCrew were making much more progress with their "clap on-clap off" lights. They were busy writing notes and finishing up their work. "Hmm,I'm still not entirely sure how these things work" said Rodney,with a confused look on his face. Trent shook his head, "It's just a keyboard man. All you gotta do is type the letters and they'll come up" he explained,typing his name into the word document. Rodney still had a dazed look on his face.
CONFESSIONAL START
Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Back home on the farm we don't have much of this futuristic stuff. Normally when we wanna talk with each other we just shout or write letters. And when it comes to having fun,we just watch TV in the evenings and spend the day working.
Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): I'm not one to knock someone for their intelligence but talk about a real bruh moment. How can a guy not know how to use a keyboard?
CONFESSIONAL END
Trent face palmed as Rodney continued scratching his head at the advanced human technology. Eva overlooked everyone's work with a satisfied smile, "We got this in the bag". Ella clapped her hands, "It's just so lovely seeing everyone get along". Harold checked his watch, "Ooh,look at the time guys,think it's time for lunch" he said. "Do we get served lunch?" Brick asked, "We're only really here on our tour of duty". Harold scratched his soul patch, "Eh,we're for work on the show,technically we class as employees". Eva shrugged, "Sounds good enough to me". She turned to Rodney, "Farm boy! We're getting lunch,clean up this place by the time we get back!" she ordered,as Rodney muttered something about the Internet under his breath. As everyone was walking out of the room,Ella looked over at Rodney. "Pst,don't worry. I'll try and bring you back a muffin" she winked,making him blush.
CONFESSIONAL START
Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Woah,could it be that Ella is in love with me? Could she be my true-iest love? *shakes heads and slaps himself* Ugh,wait Rodney,they kind of talk got you eliminated before. Don't focus on the pretty gals now. Doh! Why'd I call them pretty?
Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): We were gone for about 15 minutes max,didn't think anything bad could happen. Guess I was wrong to trust that buffoon on that front.
CONFESSIONAL END
Upon leaving the room,Rodney began quickly gathering up papers and trying his best to put them together neatly into piles. "Oh man,please don't fail me now fingers" he groaned to himself as his giant thumbs pushed things out of place. As he swept his arms across the table to gather more items he knocked some drinks off the table and onto the ground. Face palming,he grumbled "Aw man,those guys are gonna be real mad with me" he quickly left for the bathroom to grab some paper towels.
As he left,a figure noticed him leaving and saw the empty room. Chuckling to themselves,they entered to find an empty office. Seeing the coffee stains on the ground,they looked at the laptop which had been filled out by Trent before Rodney was given the duty of writing on it. Unscrewing a cup lid they poured coffee into the computer and caused it to short circuit. Happy with their sabotage,they left and returned to their office. However this deed did not go unnoticed.
CONFESSIONAL START
Ezekiel (Directing Dictators): Strange,I wonder why he was in there dumping coffee on their stuff?
CONFESSIONAL END
"Yo Noah,bout time you finally got back I'm dying for a drink" said Ezekiel,taking a coffee from Noah's hand. "Did you purchase it to my EXACT tastes?" Max asked,looking at the warm,brown beverage. Noah frowned, "Yes your highness,it should be to your liking".
CONFESSIONAL START
Max (Directing Dictators): My coffee is taken a very specific way that never changes. Use cold filtered water,add 1 tablespoon of ground up mocha beans,a then heated water temperature of exactly 105 degrees,add 2 ounces of sugar and exactly 5 millilitres of milk. I doubt this is of the same stature,but I can tell an attempt was made by the smell.
Noah (Directing Dictators): Don't tell Max,but I spat in his drink. *laughs* Serves the guy right for showing attitude earlier.
CONFESSIONAL END
Tyler leaned back in his chair at the head of the table, "Well I dunno about you guys but I think we might be all done and dusted. Zeke,how's it all looking?". Ezekiel looked through the notes and presentation nodding to himself, "Looks all fresh here,eh" he replied. "How much time do we got left?" asked Bridgette,looking at the clock on the wall. As she said that,a smartly dressed woman walked into the room, "Pardon me,but your wanted in the presentation room right away" she said,quietly closing the door behind her. Noah chuckled, "Guess there's our answer". "I'll get everything together and meet you all down there,yo" offered Ezekiel,as he started picking up the necessary papers and laptop. Tyler gave him a thumbs up, "Nice one guy,be quick". They left the room as Ezekiel picked up everything they needed. He wasn't entirely sure what their chances of success were,but he felt they had a good shot.
Leaving the office he could hear shouting coming from Room 204. Peaking through a crack in the door he could see what was unravelling. "Nice one you bozo! You've destroyed everything!" Eva screamed. "I really don't know what happened,nothing was on the computer when I left" protested Rodney. "All of our backup notes were on that harddrive,GOSH!" Harold rasped angrily, "Now we've got no chance at winning thanks to you". Ella piped up, "Um,maybe we could forgive Rodney? I'm sure it's not his fault things went wrong". "BUTT OUT YOU!" Harold and Eva yelled. Ella's face went a shocked red, "Oh my" she whispered. Rodney looked at his shoes, "For the last time,I don't know what happened". Seeing all of this unwind,Ezekiel managed to put two and two together to realise why he had seen someone with coffee in the other room from his team.
CONFESSIONAL START
Ezekiel (Directing Dictators): Dang do I feel bad for Rodney,eh. I can relate to being a farm guy and not knowing how to use tech and stuff. After putting this all together,what if he gets unfairly booted for something out of his control? That would just be so whack yo!
CONFESSIONAL END
*presentation room*
Chris,Chef and Mr Coyle sat at a large desk staring at the wall where the teams would stand. Upon being the first to arrive,the Directing Dictators were lead inside and took their positions. "Gentlemen...oh,and ladies,welcome to your showcase-thingy" said Mr Coyle, "Now,blow me away with your idea. Not literally blow me away though,I can't fly like Ron the Rent-a-Cop can". "Um,dude? Should I not have done the introductions,being the host man and all?" Chris asked. Mr Coyle shook his head, "CEO overrides hosting duties" he beamed,his top crooked teeth being flashed. Chris rolled his eyes, "Anywho,Dictator dudes,show us what you got". Tyler took center stage as the team captain while Noah and Max set up the laptop while Bridgette,Ezekiel and Dawn sat to the side. Tyler clapped his hands together and rubbed them, "So gentlemen,today we (and by we I mean me) presents to you - The Phone Buddy!" he announced,as a picture of the product flashed up on screen. The judges gave some oohs and ahs. "Hmph,shiny" said Chef. "And tell us,what does this...thing do?" Chris asked. "See this is the cool part,you put your phone in it,and it hangs on the wall!" said Tyler, "Ain't that neat?". Mr Coyle shrugged, "Eh,I mean I guess it's pretty cool and all but I don't see working...y'know...underwater". "Oh,it even works underwater" Tyler added. Mr Coyle inhaled deeply and slammed his fist onto the desk, "I'LL TAKE YOUR ENTIRE STOCK!" he yelled,throwing a few coins from his wallet at the jock. "Cool it man,we don't even know what else it does" said Chef, "I ain't buying unless it works in the shower". Tyler smiled, "Then do I have the product for you. Using high quality suction cups the Phone Buddy can cling to any surface,even underwater,and hang in your shower to allow music player capabilities while staying COMPLETELY dry" he explained. Mr Coyle pulled a stack of Euro notes from his wallet, "Shut up and take my different continental money!" he yelled. Chris slowly brought down his arm, "Easy tiger,we still have another team to look out for". "Bro it's a piece of plastic that holds my phone and works UNDERWATER,you can't beat that shit". Chef agreed, "He's got a point Chris". Mr Coyle patted Chef's back, "I like this guy,shares my love for things that exist and are functional underwater". Chris grumbled under his breath as to not make the oblivious Chef and Mr Coyle notice, "So,what do you rate this out of 10?". "10,easy peasy sausage squeezy...uh not in the gay way,obviously" Mr Coyle chuckled. "I'm rating it a 10 as well Chris,I won't lie. Listening to my tunes in the shower is something I thought wouldn't exist in my time yet here it is. The future!" Chef declared.
CONFESSIONAL START
Chris: Sometimes I wonder why I put up with those two.
Mr Coyle: Bro...it fucking works UNDERWATER! UNDERWATER! That's just...insane.
Chef Hatchet: If only my Pops could see me now,investing in products that'll make the world a better place.
Tyler (Directing Dictators): Think they liked it?
CONFESSIONAL END
Chris gave a defeated sigh, "Welp,I'm rating this an 8 out of 10 since the concept is great but the design is a bit lacking". Mr Coyle quirked an eyebrow, "Mate it work-". "I get it! It works underwater!" Chris yelled. "Woah,take that tone with me again and I'll replace you with a woman or something" Mr Coyle snarked. Chris's face morphed into one of anger,but he suppressed the rage to further the challenge, "28 out of 30 isn't too shabby,if the CameraCrew don't score 29 you guys will once again be victorious. Now if you wouldn't mind waiting outside,thank you very much" he said,as the team left the room.
"CameraCrew,front and center!" Chef yelled from inside as the team nervously walked in. Eva stood up front with her hands behind her back. "Alrighty,what've you got?" Chris asked. "Originally we came up with lights that are turned on and off by clapping,but thanks to Rodney messing up we've lost all our progress" Eva explained with a sour face. "So you have nothing? We won't even know if it could work underwater?" Mr Coyle asked,looking unimpressed. "Actually they wouldn't have been able to hold water proof functionalities" Harold explained, "The technical side of things would be tricky to work with". Mr Coyle's eyes were widened and his pupils were small behind his glasses. He took a deep sigh, "So you mean to tell me you made a product that;
1 - has no notes,diagrams or neat freehand sketches.
And 2 - it don't work underwater?" he asked, "Is that what I'm being told?". Eva nodded, "Unfortunately yes". There was an eery silence for a few moments before Mr Coyle stood up out of his chair,took a deep breath and shouted, "GET YOUR NON-UNDERWATER WORKING LAZY ASS SHITE BAGS OUTTA MY STUDIOS NOW!!!" he bellowed, "Dictator dudes,win by a waterfall" he yelled to those outside,getting some cheers in return. He pulled out a walkie-talkie, "Security! Escort these bastards outta here posthaste!". Chris,Chef and the contestants quickly left while Mr Coyle shook his head and returned to his office to watch JoJo.
Night started to fall as the sun disappeared. Sitting in his trailer,Ezekiel heard a knock on the door. Upon opening he was greeted by Dawn. "Hmm? Uh,yo Dawn,what's up?" he asked. "I've come to tell you that you are wanted in the camp services tent" she replied,before walking away. Ezekiel was confused,but hadn't really eaten that day and so followed. Once entered he saw that the tent had been done up and decorated with lights and candles and a table cloth,two steaming glasses of what looked to be his favourite beer on the table.
CONFESSIONAL STARTEzekiel (Directing Dictators): At first I was confused,uncertain of what was happening. I'll be honest,maybe it was best that I didn't go.CONFESSIONAL END"Hey Dawn? Mind telling me what's going on,eh?" he asked. But he got no word from the kitchen. "Hey hey hey" came a voice behind him. Spinning round in his chair,he saw Bridgette dressed somewhat fancy and,dare he say,pretty. She sat down and smiled, "Glad you came out,I was hoping you would". Ezekiel furrowed his eyebrows, "Bridgette? C'mon,what's all this about yo?". Bridgette was about to speak but was stopped as Ella and Dawn emerged from the kitchen dresses in their business uniforms,placing two plates of piping hot spaghetti on front of them. "Enjoy" said Ella,giving a little bow. "Yes,enjoy while it's hot" smiled Dawn. Ezekiel was still unsure of what was going on,until Bridgette started talking. "Zeke,I'm really,truly,unbelievably sorry for everything that's happened between us. I was close to you,but I tossed you aside after an entire season of romance. Hearing you speak your mind the other day made me realise how wrong I was for what I did" she explained,as Ezekiel slowly ate his food. "That's why I put this all together to make up. To show that we can maybe still work together...just like" she began leaning forwards, "old times". At that moment her lips met Ezekiel's,the two kissing (though mainly Bridgette was trying). Ezekiel couldn't move,as the gears of thought turned in his head. Dawn and Ella happily sighed,knowing they had helped bring the two back together again. Ella realised what time it was and headed off for the McLean Stadium for the elimination ceremony. Dawn stayed back to admire the returning romance. At least,it seemed like that.
After a moment,Ezekiel pulled away,wiping the lipstick off his lips as Bridgette looked at him smiling sweetly from ear to ear. It was then that he realised something. "This...this is...this is all...a setup" he whispered. Bridgettd leaned back a bit, "A what?". Ezekiel stood up,his mind swimming behind his eyes, "You don't love me. You don't truly care about me. You don't want me because of love,you want me to help you get to the finale again!" he yelled. Bridgette looked hurt, "W-what? N-no,Zeke that's not-" she stammered. "ENOUGH!" Ezekiel shouted. He looked at Bridgette with eyes of betrayal and confusion, "Bridgette you hurt me in a way I never felt pain before. And you want to do it again". Upon finishing this sentence,the music of the Gilded Chris Awards could be heard in the distance. Ezekiel thought and thought,but then made up his mind, "I won't let you hurt me again,eh". He turned and left the tent. "Zeke! Wait!" Bridgette called after him,but was met with no response. She turned to Dawn, "Go get the others and head to the stadium. I think I know what's about about happen" she ordered. Dawn nodded and quickly ran off.
*Award Stage - Gilded Chris Ceremony*
"Captivating CameraCrew,back at elimination for the second time in a row. Disappointing to say the least" Chris said,shaking his head, "Your votes have already been cast,and now the following players shall remain in the game;
Eva,
Trent,
Harold,
Brick!" said Chris,as Chef tossed out the awards. Ella and Rodney looked at each other,Rodney holding an aura of sadness. Chris looked at his piece of paper, "And it looks like the last Gilded Chris Award goes to...
El-" Chris began. "WAIT!" yelled a voice. Chris,Chef and the CameraCrew were surprised to see Ezekiel running into the area. "Um,Zeke? We're kinda in the middle of something" Chris sulked. Ezekiel nodded, "I know,I know. Someone from this team is meant to be going home but tonight it won't happen. I'm quitting the game,eh" said Ezekiel firmly. Chris was shocked, "Seriously brah? After coming 2nd last time?". Ezekiel stood sternly. "Yo Zeke!" yelled Tyler,as he ran over with the other Dictators. "Don't do it Zeke,we were gonna have so much fun guy" said Tyler. "Forget fun,if he leaves we have a one player disadvantage" stated Max bluntly. Ezekiel looked at Tyler, "I'm sorry dude,I need to do this. After what I've just done,I can't stay anymore. And to top it off,Rodney didn't wreck your laptop,someone from our team did,eh" he explained,as everyone except Chris and Chef gasped. "See! I told you it wasn't me!" Rodney yelled,throwing his fists behind him to knock Eva and Harold off the bleachers. "This is starting to drag on guys,let's hurry it up" Chris yawned. Ezekiel nodded and turned to leave,but his arm was grabbed by Tyler. "Bro,before you go,please..who is the apparent traitor?" he asked. Ezekiel looked at his team,then leaned in to whisper something to Tyler. They gave each other one last man hug before Ezekiel took a breath and walked down the carpet,entering the Lame-O-Sine and driving off into the moonlight.
"Wow" Chris laughed, "That sure was dramatic. But it looks to me like Ezekiel had a really important reason to go. At the same time it was incredibly stupid since he's now a million dollars poorer. But anyway,the Captivating CameraCrew shall stay as it is,while the Directing Dictators is down a man...or should I say,down a Zeke?" he chuckled.
CONFESSIONAL STARTBridgette (Directing Dictators): Man,now I feel a million times worse! That kiss,it was just muscle memory I swear!Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): I heard what Chris was about to say,they chose Ella over me. I'm Reay grateful for you Ezekiel,thank you.Noah (Directing Dictators): Hmm,guess I need to be more careful with my sabotages. It all would've went to plan if Homeschool hadn't gotten all noble. And now Tyler probably knows I'm playing dirty. I'll have to keep my eye out on him.CONFESSIONAL END
*sitting in the fancy tent*
"Wonder where Bridgette,Ella and Dawn found this stuff?" Chris asked,as he and Chef ate the dinner and drank the drinks left out from Ezekiel and Bridgette's dinner. Chef grunted, "No idea,don't care". Chris took a swig of the beer and turned to the camera, "This was certainly the most dramatic elimination ceremony yet! Makes me wonder what as going through that poor little rehab boys mind. What will our next challenge genre be? And who's the supposed dirty player traitor? Find out here,next time! On Total! Drama! Take 2!".
(Coyler's note: yeah that's right,I just did that. Noah has done his first villainous deeds,Bridgette tried a move to make friends with Zeke...or was it just an alliance? And Zeke took the honourable way out. Sorry to all you Ezekiel fans,but he's done competing for now. Though at least it means more time to focus on the others. Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Coyler,out!)