Total Drama Take 2 Chapter 7: Episode 7: Easy as Pie, a total drama series fanfic

Episode 7: Easy as Pie

(Coyler's note: Tonight,the elimination table!

Eliminated:

14th: Justin - Directing Dictators

13th : Dakota - Captivating CameraCrew

12th: Ezekiel - Directing Dictators

11th: Tyler - Directing Dictators

Still in the Running:

Noah - Directing Dictators

Max - Directing Dictators

Trent - Captivating CameraCrew

Rodney - Captivating CameraCrew

Harold - Captivating CameraCrew

Brick - Captivating CameraCrew

Bridgette - Directing Dictators

Dawn - Directing Dictators

Eva - Captivating CameraCrew

Ella - Captivating CameraCrew

That's it for the elimination table. Four have gone,Ten remain,but who's going home tonight? Coyler,out!)

Picking up a breakfast roll from the local store,Chris was interrupted from eating by a camera man outside the store. "Dam,I just can't a moment alone can I?" Chris whined, "Okay okay. Previously on Total Drama;

Things got artsy when the teams were forced to permanently ruin their bodies with subpar tattoos can never be fully removed. Unsurprisingly the Dictators bit the big one again and were sent to the elimination ceremony,but surprisingly it was Tyler who was sent packing after Noah convinced Bridgette and Dawn to shovel him up and turf him off the lot. Today's challenge should be a good time,but who's gonna 'win the dough'? And who's gonna be getting 'burnt'? Find out here today! On Total! Drama! Take 2".

It was late in the day as everyone lounged around the trailer park. "God I'm so bored" Harold whined, "If I were at home right now I could be watching Deku kick butt in My Hero Academia" he said. "Trust me dude,we're all bored" said Trent, "You'd think we'd at least be able to go home during the day or even hit up the mall". "Would be cool,but probably takes away the dramatic event of when we get kicked off" added Bridgette. Max agreed, "That's a fair point. Considering how flashy and elaborate it is whenever one of your peers leaves the entire purpose would be ruined if we could just run into them at Subway the next day". Upon hearing Subway Rodney became confused, "What's a 'Subway'? Is that like the underground train?" he asked. Max shook his head, "Pfft,simpleton. You are confusing yourself with examples of the American Subways and London Underground. I am talking about the world renowned sandwich chain of stores that allow you to create your own personalised delicacy" he explained. Rodney was dumbfounded. "He's put it very verbosely,but that's basically it. It's just a brand of sandwich stores" said Harold in a more simple explanation. "Ohhhhh" said Rodney, "Does it taste good?". "Depends how you like it" said Trent, "I normally get a turkey italiano". "Same here,I'm fond of a turkey" agreed Harold. "I typically find myself enjoying a cheesy pepperoni when partaking in some Subway eating" said Max. "Meaning?" asked Trent. "It means that my favourite is the cheesy pepperoni" Max scoffed. "Right,good choice" Trent smiled, "Hey what about you Bridgette?". "Oh I normally just get a salad" Bridgette chuckled,sending a dark aura around Harold,Trent and Max. Shadows covered their eyes as if they had just discovered something incredibly dire and sad. "You go to Subway...for a salad?" Harold muttered. Bridgette nodded slowly, "Y-yeah,something wrong with that?". "Everything is wrong with that!" Max yelled, "You don't go to a sandwich shop for a salad,that's like going to an ice cream parlour for a crepe!".

CONFESSIONAL START

Bridgette (Directing Dictators): I never knew it was such a big deal. Normally me and my Mom always get a salad from our local place after surfing on beach.

Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): I didn't really know what they were all talking about,I kinda stopped listening when the little purple haired guy started speaking dictionary.

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The guys looked down at Bridgette disapprovingly,Chris began to clear his throat and speak over the loudspeaker; GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING CASTMATES! IT'S QUITE A CHILLY MORNING BUT ALAS,THE SHOW MUST GO ON! ALL CASTMATES HEAD TO THE FRONT GATES RIGHT AWAY! WE'RE GOING ON A LITTLE FIELD TRIP!

"Field trip?" Trent said to himself. "Chances are he'll take to a military camp,why else mention the cold weather?" said Max as the others stood up and began walking out of the tent.

The contestants soon found themselves standing outside the main gate in the frost and cold. While some of the girls were shivering,the guys had found a solution to the cold weather by lightning Rodney's hair on fire and huddling round to warm their hands. The girls were certain Rodney would've screamed as soon as the flame sparked into life,but he was surprisingly calm and collected.

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Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): Back home on the farm we use really strong shampoo that's meant to stop the horses from getting friction burn when they fall down. Since I've been using it for my entire life my hair and scalp is basically indestructible so I can sit down on fire for hours without even feeling any pain. Pretty cool,right?

Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): Everybody knows us Gingers aren't the most well liked. When I was in high school a lot of people said I had no soul. But something people don't realise is that ginger hair can burn for much longer than any other hair colour which is why the British tend to light up their ginger friends when waiting outside of night clubs,school dances and comic book conventions.

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"Isn't that dangerous?" Dawn asked,looking at the guys in confusion. Rodney was sitting cross legged on the ground with the guys all Russian squatting in a circle around him holding their hands near his fiery skull to keep themselves warm. Brick looked over, " I ate bigger fires than this for breakfast in the war" he said, "It was 2018. America and her allies were fighting against the dreaded Koreans. The battles were bloody,the weather rainy,the food atrocious. But I pushed through it all for Mother Canada. In fact I remember once I was out with a platoon,we had to eat fires and spit them out again to burn down trees the enemies were hiding in to defeat them" he explained. "Jesus,you fought in the Korean War?" Noah asked. Brick nodded, "You bet I did". "Maybe that's why he's been acting so serious" Harold whispered to Trent. While he had heard the comment,Brick acted like he didn't. His face a look of thought.

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Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): Boring? Serious? Stuff along those lines? I-I haven't been a debby downer have I? The war just really toughened me up,it's why I've been taken this season and last really importantly. Guess acting this way makes unpopular among the others,with the exception of Eva. Had a great chat with her during the last challenge! Perhaps I can try and lighten up,might at least make the season a bit more fun if there's someone to confide in.

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A few minutes later a rickety bus pulled up next to the contestants with dust kicking up all over the guys and putting out Rodney's fire. The doors swung open to reveal Chris sitting behind the drivers seat. "Glad you all made it,sorry I'm late" he chuckled, "I ran into traffic on the way". "Thank Christ you're here,my fingers are like ice" said Eva. "All aboard!" Chris yelled,revving the engine as everyone clambered on and sat down on the busted seats. "Couldn't you have rented something cleaner than this?" Bridgette asked,peeling cheese off the chair in front of her and cringing. "Coulda. Shoulda. Oops,didn't. But that's just life" Chris laughed. "Where are you even taking us?" Ella asked, "Please let it be somewhere nice". Chris tilted down his mirror, "Lucky for you Ella,we're actually going somewhere pretty cool. Today's challenge will take place at one of Canada's fanciest restaurants: The Crystal Maple!" he announced. "Are we doing a cooking challenge?" Harold asked. Chris nodded, "Right on the ball H-Bomb. In your teams you'll be tasked with making tasty dishes for the company to help with their work load which normally gets bigger around the holidays" he explained, "The team that efficiently puts out the best meals will both immunity AND a special reward of a fancy team dinner from the restaurants menu,cooked by the highly trained chefs. The losers will clean the place while the winners eat,enjoy one of Chef Hatchet's meals back at the film AND send someone home tonight. Suffice to say,I recon today is gonna be 'a treat' dudes" he laughed,as he finished explaining the challenge. The contestants were pleasantly surprised with this change of pace,since the last two seasons hadn't really featured any big rewards or simple challenges.

CONFESSIONAL START

Bridgette (Directing Dictators): Finally something easy! Thank you producer people,you rock!

Max (Directing Dictators): This set of tasks will be mere child's play for the likes of me. Not to brag but I bake quite a delightful Victorian Sponge cake.

Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): Cooking? Bleh!

Chris McLean: I'm sure you,the viewers at home are wondering why today seems so basic. To be honest,I did a major dine and dash from the place a few weeks ago and owed the manager big time. Figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone by having them do some free labour while I'm still making a profit.

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"The Crystal Maple",one of Canada's most beloved restaurants thanks to it's fine dining,high quality service and excellent interior designs. Many flock to it to enjoy some of the greatest meals in the country,and despite it's high prices the establishment is seen as a prime example of Canadian food. It's world class chefs and cooks maintain the standard of incredible meals,but how well can it be maintained? Half an hour after leaving the film lot the group finally arrived at "The Chase",for once excited to get to work on that days challenge. Entering they were all met with a busy room from the rush of people dining for lunch before the big bucks arrived for dinner later in the evening. "Alright dudes,remember you're here to work and bail me outta trouble. Mess up and you might all be disqualified" Chris whispered to the contestants. "I thought we here for a challenge?" Bridgette asked. Chris laughed, "Yeahhhh about that. The winners will still get a free meal here,but the only I chose this place for today's challenge is so you guys can work off a HUGE bill I landed when I pulled a dine and dash" he chuckled.

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Bridgette (Directing Dictators): *snaps fingers* Knew it,there's no way Chris would actually do something nice for us out of the goodness of his heart.

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Upon entering the main kitchen the group (Chris included for the most part) were surprised with what greeted them. Only two chefs in the room,one a large overweight man looking into and stirring a cooking pot,the other a tall muscular man chopping vegetables. Atop the counters were crates of food,along with two cardboard boxes of waiter and cook outfits. Ringing a small bell on the counter next to him,Chris called out "Yo! What's a handsome host man gotta do to get some service in this joint?" he asked. Hearing a voice,the large man turned around to see who was talking. Seeing Chris and his gaggle of contestants,the man's face lit up with joy. "AHHHH! CHRIS! GUYS! WHAT'S HAPPENIN,IT'S BEEN YEARS!" he yelled,excitedly rushing over and grabbing Chris and the first generation cast in his giant arms. "Owen dude,what a treat!" Chris exclaimed, "I didn't know you had a gig here,when'd you start?". "Just a few weeks ago,I'm the head chef and everything" Owen said excitedly. He put his old friends down,who were happy to see him again after so many years. "Awesome to hear man" said Trent. "Nice to see you again Owen" agreed Bridgette. "What've you been up to these last few years?" Harold rasped. Owen wracked his chin, "Well after some more reality shows with my lil' buddy over there" he began,smiling and pointing at Noah (who reciprocated with a double thumbs up), "I started doing loads of totally awesome stuff! My favourite thing was going all over the world again with Duncan,Geoff and Izzy! Say,I wonder how those guys are doing" he said out-loud. "Meh,Geoff got loaded with bullets during a casino heist a few years back,Izzy has some kinda job with the C.I.A and Duncan got involved with the Italian Mafia,blew their trust and got pushed onto a bed of spikes. Guts busted out everywhere,really gross" said Harold,reccaping where Owen's pals had ended up. Owen looked astonished, "Woaaaah. How did you know that Harold?". Harold shrugged, "I just went on Google,had it all. They even made a true story Netflix series about Duncan". "Who played him?" asked Noah. Harold looked at the cast list and winced, "Oof,Vince Vaughn". Everyone (including those who never even met Duncan) gave some "Aw's", "Dang's", "That's gotta hurt" and "At least it wasn't Adam Sandler". Owen shook his head, "Anyway,after that I decided to go back to school to get a degree in cooking so I could be a professional chef. I think I did pretty good,everyone seemed to like me and always talked about when I was on Total Drama and stuff. Obviously I passed and moved to Vegas. I got to meet loads of cool people and host a cooking show with Gordan Ramsay! I had it all! Money,food,fame...and...well that's it,but earlier this year I decided I wanted to live a more quiet life so I came back to my home turf and got a job here as head chef. It's loads of fun,I get to talk with loads of funny people and eat all the tasty deserts and diners" Owen sighed,as he finished remembering his life's journey.

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Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): Oh my,that sounds like a wonderful life to live! So much adventure!

Noah (Directing Dictators): Y'know I hate to say it but me and Owen really haven't spoken in a long time. No joke I was really surprised that he was happy to see me. Makes me almost wish we did stay in contact.

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"Sounds to me like you've had an amazing life man,really happy for you" said Trent,fist bumping Owen. "Who's that over there?" Eva interupted,pointing at the other chef. "OH that's DJ! He started last week so they have me training him up" said Owen, "Ain't that right DJ?". DJ looked over and realised everyone was present. He smiled and waved, "Yo dawgs,nice to see ya'll again". He then returned to his work. "So,what's with the outfits in the boxes?" Brick asked,peering into the boxes. Chris rubbed his hands, "Well that's where it gets interesting. Remember when I said you'd be cooking your own meals? You'll also have to play waiters,meaning some cook and some take orders" he explained. "Um,question" said Dawn,raising a hand, "The other team have six to our four,how can this possibly be fair?". Bridgette,Noah and Max all nodded in agreement. Chris scratched his stubble, "Huh,guess I didn't think that far ahead". Owen perked his head out of the freezer with a stack of ribs, "Oh oh oh! Pick me! I can help!". Chris smiled, "You sure Owen? Won't you have to keep up with your own work?". Owen shook his head, "Nah,my only job right now is prepping the kitchen for later this evening. DJ is getting things cut out while I layout and clean around" he explained. Chris grinned and nodded, "Then it's decided! Owen,you'll be a temporary member of The Directing Dictators for the evening to help them out,meaning if they so happen to win you'll reap some of their rewards". Owen punched the air, "Awesome guys!". Chris looked at the teams, "Okay,since you guys really need to put out a good performance to prevent my head being caved in by the owners,Owen and DJ are gonna train you up and get you ready for the huge dinner rush later this evening. So for now get changed,get familiar with the place and get ready to cook some meals and wait on some tables" he ordered. He turned to the camera, "And while they do that,you viewers at home get some snacks,get comfy and get ready for action when we return after the break".

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Narrator: "Tonight on - The World According to Heather".

Heather: "Mr Menoli,your problem is that you are waaaaaay too fat with a ghastly wardrobe. The huge amount of depression is just a bonus".

Mr Menol: "Ayo,who are to come 'ere to my home and tell me howta live my life,eh?".

Heather: "Simple,I'm Heather Haiku and THIS is the World According to Me!".

Narrator: "The World According to Heather - Tonight at 9,only on TLC".

COMMERCIAL BREAK END

*later that night*

Standing in a row,Owen paced back and forth while DJ checked the clock and made some last minute preparations. "5 minutes till we open for dinner!" DJ called out from the freezer after checking his watch. "Men!...and women,we have a very special and important job to do - make food,serve food and ask what food people want. By God we are gonna do our best! Can we do that?" Owen asked. "Yes Chef Owen" the contestants said simultaneously,some sarcastically and some laughing. A small timer began to buzz,which Chris slammed as he walked into the kitchen, "Game on dudes! The challenge is officially starting now,so hop to it!" he said,clapping his hands. The waiters all shuffled out to the dining area. Trent was the first to take an order. He approached a table with a group of young women in fancy dresses. He straightened his bow tie and pulled out a pen and pad, "Evening ladies,I'll be your waiter for tonight" he said as the women looked up at him, "So what'll it be?". The women stared up at him in awe,which made him slightly uncomfortable. One of them raised a hand, "Um...excuse me but...are you Trent C-Cooper?" she stammered. Trent chuckled, "Aw man,what gave it away?". The girls all squealed and began stroking his arms. "I love your music!" said one. "I love your hair!" piped another. Trent rolled his eyes, "Thank you,thank you. I really do appreciate it". "Oh my god,what are you doing working here?" one asked. She gasped, "Oh no! Are you washed up working four jobs with nowhere to go? Please come live with me! I can shelter you from the harsh world!". Trent shook his head, "Thanks for the offer,but I gotta say no. I'm actually here for a challenge on a new Total Drama season,because apparantely I was dumb enough to come back a fourth time after just winning the last one" he explained. He dusted his shirt and flipped his pad, "But enough about me,have you ladies decided what you wanna eat or drink?" . One of the girls laughed, "I think I wanna eat YOU all up!" she exclaimed,sending the other girls into hysterics. Trent sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "This is gonna be a long night". At another table across the room,Max had seen a chance to experiment.

CONFESSIONAL START

Max (Directing Dictators): Earlier when everyone was cleaning,I came up with the most incredibly ingenious idea yet! I have used my vast intellectual mind to construct a contraption that will serve food and drinks automatically! Granted in it's base form it cannot be used for EEEVVVIIILLL but I suppose it'll do for now.

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"Gentlemen,you are about to bear witness to the first test of my latest and greatest invention!" Max exclaimed,unveiling his device. The old men at the table muttered in amusement. "I say chaps,what an intruiging thing-a-majig" one of the men said. "Indeed lads. Tell us,how does it work?" asked another. Max grinned, "Using highly advanced technology that's probably far too complicated for the likes of you to understand,I can serve drinks and food with this device instead of carrying it out from the kitchen. Using it just right will surely cut down time by minutes! Minutes I tell you!" Max yelled, "It'll easily boost the efficiency of restaurant management and food production in no time at all!". The old men were impressed. Max attached the arms to a stand on wheels and pulled out a remote. He pushed some buttons and stood back as the machine whirred into life. It trundled slowly forward and stopped at the table. It's arms grabbed the bottles of beer and placed them onto the table in front of each man,before reaching back and placing down the plates of food in the right spots. The diners in the area,along with those at the table,clapped in amazement and putting a large beam on Max's face from ear to ear. He raised the controller into the air and struck a pose, "SEE! GERMAN SCIENCE IS THE GREATEST IN THE WORLD,NO DOUBT ABOUT!" he declared. "Nice work man" said Bridgette,who was pouring wine at a nearby table.

CONFESSIONAL START

Bridgette (Directing Dictators): Max may not be the most un-annoying guy ever,but I gotta hand it to him,he had me impressed! Wonder if he can make me something for surfing? That'd be so cool!

Max (Directing Dictators): One thing I've learned throughout my life - always take pride in your heritage,being and what you truly believe in. An example is how I,Max Von Doom,take immense satisfaction in my vastly superior German heritage,science and technology!

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While the Dictators were now doing even better with three waiters instead of two to even the playing field,the CameraCrew were falling behind. Trent was still being held up by the groupies at his first table,Ella was annoying her customers by singing and Harold had gotten into an argument with a family who had complained about the food being cold. "This service is a complete and utter disgrace!" the mother yelled. Harold folded his arms, "It's sushi you dummies,it's supposed to be cold! GOSH!" he shouted. "JUST SERVE THE FUCKING FOOD HAROLD!" Eva screamed from the kitchen. Harold whipped his head around and put a hand to his mouth, "I AM TRYING,BUT THESE IDIOTS ARE LOWERING THE STANDARD OF FOOD ACROSS THE BOARD!". "What did you call my wife?" the husband asked,standing and rolling up a sleeve to reveal a chiselled arm. Harold pulled his glasses down slightly, "Wasn't just talking about your wife,I meant your whole party" he scolded. "Oh-ho alright,so Harry Potter thinks he's a big man,eh?" the husband asked. Harold scoffed and lifted his head to look down his nose at the man with arms crossed, "Puh-please! If I'm anyone from Harry Potter it's Ronald Weasley or Cedric Diggory" he took a pause and sniffed, "His death was so sad" he muttered. The man shook his head, "Aw to hell with this,let's step outside and have a little chat me and you" he demanded. Harold flicked his hair, "So you wanna trade some fisticuffs? Fine,let's rumble" he said,walking outside with the man (who was also being followed by other interested diners).

CONFESSIONAL START

Harold (Captivating CameraCrew): *getting bandaged* Look I'm telling you guys,I had that guy on the ropes. If that car didn't just come outta nowhere I would be rocking some serious clout right now.

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In the kitchen,the rest of the contestants were busy cooking up dinners and deserts. Owen was especially having a good time,joking with the others while still pumping out excellent results. "I tell ya,food tastes so much better when you make it yourself" said Owen. "Can that really be true?" Noah asked, "I've never had microwave pizza taste better when heated up by me instead of my mom or brothers". "You'd be surprised" said Dawn, "Sometimes a vegan salad tastes far better when personally made to your exact desires". Owen nodded, "Y'know my Mom and Dad always said my Victoria Sponge Cakes were better from me than the store!". "You do make a mean Victoria Sponge to be fair" added Noah, "And I mean good mean,not Hitler mean" he laughed,getting a laugh out of Noah too.

CONFESSIONAL START

Owen: Oh boy oh boy! I just love being able to hangout with Noah again,it's been so long! But hey,at least it's just like old times...huh,these confessionals are a lot smaller than I remember.

Noah (Directing Dictators): Sure I like being around Owen. The guy is a good laugh after all. But I can't let him distract me,cause I got a plan tonight. I tried to get rid of that big farmboy a few days ago when Zeke took his leave. I swore I'd send him packing,so I'll make sure that it's tonight that he goes home. I will NOT fail to dump the same dude twice. *thinks* Um,that sounded a tad gay right? I swear to God I'm not gay,I mean I've got a girlfriend for Christ sake.

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"You gotta cut it quickly but neatly" said Brick,looking over Eva's shoulder as she was cutting celery. Eva scowled, "I didn't ask for your help Brick". "News Telegram! The world doesn't revolve around YOU captain" Brick scoffed. Rodney walked in carrying a crate of meat from the freezer as Brick and Eva began arguing. "C'mon guys,stop fighting. We've got loads of orders to fill" Rodney pointed out. "Shut up man,just get back to work" Eva ordered. Rodney sighed, "Aye aye sir". As he walked towards the centre island,Noah discreetly dropped a banana peel on the ground. Not noticing it,Rodney slipped and dumped the crate of food all over Eva and Brick,coating them in ice and meat juice. "Awwww GER-OSS!" Brick spat,waving his hands to flick off the juice and taking off his chef's shirt to reveal his undershirt. "Ah for fuck sake Rodney! Watch where you step!" Eva yelled,slapping the farmboy across the back of the head with a rolling pin. "Looks like things are going well for them" quipped Noah,making Owen and Dawn chuckle.

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Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): I don't know what happened. One second I was standing up,the next I was lying on the ground. Did the ceiling fall down on me?

Eva (Captivating CameraCrew): What a moron! Jesus,why did homeschool have to leave when we tried to send him home a few days ago?

Noah (Directing Dictators): Interesting,I thought I'd have to do much more to annoy them. Oh well,I'll keep at it just to guarentee the big guy gets sent to the slaughter.

CONFESSIONAL END

Back out in the dining area,the Dictators were mopping the floor against the other team. Max,his robot and Bridgette were working quickly and carefully to make sure there were no slip ups. Max was even entertaining kids by having a "cool robot in a boring place",as some of the kids put it. Meanwhile,Trent had escaped the groupies by stepping outside for a smoke break,although he was taken aback by what he was greeted with. A crowd of people were standing in a circle cheering and shouting. Curious,Trent walked over and tapped one on the shoulder. "Yo dude,what's going on here?" he asked. The guy turned around, "Two guys are kicking the shit outta each other. Apparently one of them called the other guy's wife a slut or some shit" he drunkenly mumbled. Trent pushed past to centre and was met with the sight of a burly man and Harold throwing punches and kicks at each other. The skin and clothes were soaked in blood,their eyes were blacked out and their noses broken.

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Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): I probably could've stepped in to split them up. Call me morbid,but there was something cool about seeing these guys beating themselves up. Made me think of that movie "Fight Club". Only without Brad Pitt,obviously.

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Trent continued to watch in awe as the two fought. Harold was keeping up surprisingly well by dodging swiftly. He eventually knocked his opponent to the ground,though he stumbled back from a kick before the man went down. He teetered backwards through a gap in the crowd and out onto the road. He picked himself up and gave a thumbs up to the crowd...before he was run over by an ambulance. Everyone gasped,but quickly shrugged it off and walked away now that the brawl was done. The paramedics picked up Harold's opponent and loaded him into the ambulance,along with the husband's family. Trent winced as the ambulance tore off down the road,crushing Harold's foot as it rolled away. He walked over and looked down. "You okay man?" he asked,scratching the back of his neck, "You took a really bad beating there". Harold's back cracked as he looked up,his broken fingers pointing at him as he winked, "I'm...f-f-fine m-man" he spluttered, "I-I-I-I w-won-n-n didn-n-n-n't I-I?". Trent smiled, "You bet dude". He helped the nerd back to his feet and sat him down on a nearby bench. Pulling out his phone,he rang up Chris who came out the front to see what was up. He began cracking up when he saw a busted up Harold and Trent smoking a cigarette, "Woah! What happened to you man?" he asked. "Got in a fight with a customer,beat him up,he beat me up and then I got run over by an ambulance" Harold explained slowly. Chris burst out laughing, "Talk about ironic! Hahahahaha!". After Chris finished wiping his tears,he agreed to call Harold an ambulance to take him to the hospital. Back inside,things were finally starting to wear down as the day came to an end.

Unfortunately,the CameraCrew had done an abysmal job. They basically had no waiters working and their chefs were all arguing. Eva and Rodney were loudly arguing while Brick was standing in the back alley outside shouting to the heavens just to clear his head and DJ had his head in his hands. Owen,Noah and Dawn were all cleaning up,having finished their work and ready to clock out. "What happened in here?" Chris asked,puzzled. Dawn looked over, "Trust me,you wouldn't wanna know". "Just watch back the tapes,it would be real long to explain" said Noah. Chris clicked his fingers, "You got it. Chef and I will check it out later for a bit of fun" he said, "Now,I want you all to go into the dining area so I can announce the results. I got a chart of your progress right here,so I'll be able to reveal the winner". DJ rasied a hand, "Should I go too?". Chris tapped his chin and shrugged, "Sure,whatever dude".

In the main room,everyone was dirty,greasy and in some cases bloody. The contestants were all tired,most knowing the night was a disaster. Chris laughed, "Well well well,this was certainly an interesting evening. I saw some of the stuff on cameras,but not everything. However what I did see was awesome! I mean bruh,Max my guy! That robot you made that served up everything without flaw was genius!" he exclaimed. "Precisely!" Max agreed, "It's the prime example of our superior German Science!". "Anywho" said Chris,rolling his eyes, "I got the charts right here. It says plain and clearly that the winners of the challenge,the immunity AND the super special reward dinner are...The Directing Dictators!" he announced,as the Dictators cheered as they had finally nabbed a victory. The CameraCrew all grumbled and sighed. They were covered in meat juice,sweat,blood,wine and other unsavoury stuff from the kitchen,and after all of the dread from the evening they'd be sending someone home. "Welp,I think myself and the losers are gonna head back to the lott. Dictators,you dudes can stay here for your victory dinner and a few drinks. I'll be back later to bring you all to the lott" Chris explained, "Enjoy dawgs!" he said,as he walked out being followed by the CameraCrew.

As they ate their dinner,the Dictators were proud of the win. They ate and drank their favourite meals and drinks,laughed and joked about their lives and basked in the glory of victory in a fancy digestion establishment. While they ate,Noah smirked on the outside. Not a smirk of challenge victory,but a smirk of triumph about completing his goal for the day.

CONFESSIONAL START

Noah (Directing Dictators): I did literally EVERYTHING to make Rodney seem sus. Tripped him up more,ruined some of his food,added a little something something to his soup. Call me a dirty bastard all you want,but I'm seeing to it that I do anything I can to win. The merge is getting close,easy to tell by the numbers so it would be in my best interest to start dropping some of the stronger players,y'know?

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*Award Stage - Gilded Chris Ceremony*

Chris walked out on stage in his fancy blue tuxedo. He rubbed his hands together as the CameraCrew sat on the bleachers. "Captivating CameraCrew,welcome back to the dramatic Gilded Chris Elimination Ceremony! Since the Dictators are out on the town,there's a 100% chance you're going from six to five" he chortled, "You've all cast your votes and being honest,even I'm shocked with the results" he said. Chef walked out with a plate of Gilded Chris Awards. "Thank you Chef,very cool" said Chris. He turned to the contestants. Rodney was biting his fingernails,Harold was covered in plasters and bandages,Trent was tired,Ella was still perky and Eva and Brick looked determined. Chris flicked his page, "Alrighty let's do this! Tonight,the following players are safe:

Ella,

Eva,

Trent

and Brick!" he announced as he tossed out the awards.

CONFESSIONAL START

Rodney (Captivating CameraCrew): I already knew I'd be safe. Sure I messed up when cooking,but Harold's all beat up. He can't win challenges now...right?

CONFESSIONAL END

"Rodney and Harold,it's down to you two. Harold,you could be going home due to fighting with customers and getting your ass handed to you by a rescue vehicle. Rodney,you could be going home due to screwing up horrendously in the kitchen and practically ruining everything" Chris explained,laughing all the while. "That ambulance just came out of nowhere man" rasped Harold. "Whatever" said Chris, "Now,the final Gilded Chris of the night goes to...

...

Harold!" he exclaimed,launching the statue at Harold's head,which ricocheted off his skull and knocked him out. Rodney was devestated. "W-what?! ME?!" he gasped, "But why?!". "Simple,you've been nothing but dead weight and really fucked up the last few challenges for us" Eva explained bluntly. Rodney scoffed, "It's not my fault,you guys just gave me really hard jobs!" he protested. "Don't make a fool of yourself soldier. Leave with honour and dignity while you can" said Brick. Rodney was upset. He looked at the others for help,but they wouldn't. "Later dude" said Trent,giving a two finger salute. "Arrivederci" spat Harold. "Goodbye Rodney,it was nice seeing you" Ella smiled,giving a small wave. Rodney was about to speak,but stopped. He hung his head and walked off. At the end of the red carpet he climbed into the Lame-O-Sine and left both the film lott and the competition.

CONFESSIONAL START

Brick (Captivating CameraCrew): Why'd I vote for Rodney? Easy. As Eva said,he was dead weight and a screw up. I'm not perfect myself,but it's survival of the fittest,y'know? And believe me,when it's a million bucks on the line you just gotta do what you gotta do.

Ella (Captivating CameraCrew): Personally I voted for Rodney. He is a nice guy,but I don't know him as well as I do the others.

Trent (Captivating CameraCrew): I went with Harold,thought everyone else would too. He took one hell of a beating,so I just didn't think it would be right to have him suffer.

CONFESSIONAL END

Chris and Chef stood at the end of the Carpet of Shame. "Aight,I'm gonna head out and bring the others back. They probably got all finished by now" said Chef as he walked to the old bus."Nice,bring back KFC on the way" said Chris. He turned to the camera, "That's the end of another exciting episode! We're now five down with nine left. Who will be sent home next? Will Harold recover from his injuries? What will our next challenge hold? Find out next time on another dramatic episode of Total! Drama! Take 2!" he announced. He yawned, "Alright,time for a nap".

(Coyler's Note: Finally got this episode finished,tremendously sorry for the wait! I've been working my ass off on the Total Despair Academy series on YouTube. While at the moment there's no voice acting,the first episode is out now on "Coyler Productions" on YT! Sorry about Rodney going,but he wasn't getting saved twice. Hope you all enjoyed this upload,I'll try get back to writing now that I've got free time. Remember to favourite,follow and review! Coyler,out!)