Welcome to Killer Grips Victorious, the sequel to Killer Bass Victorious! This is one of the rare sequels where you don't need prior knowledge of the first to read this one.

Basically, the concept is that I'm going through every season, and reversing the wins and losses of the teams. So, the Killer Grips will win every time the Gaffers did, and vice versa.

Hope everyone (those who read KBV and newcomers alike) will enjoy this fic.

The chapter opens up on feet in impeccably nice and expensive shoes tip-toeing through an area.

The camera zooms out to show that this is Chris McLean, our favorite, delightfully sadistic host with the most.

He is currently tip-toeing through a movie set, complete with fake walls, electrical chords, and stage lights.

He suddenly stops, and peeks behind a fake wall. Behind it are Owen, Lindsay, and Beth, who are all watching Izzy perform a skit.

She is using a terrible Scottish accent, while dressed in an equally awful old lady costume. Once she's down with her bit, she bows dramatically.

"So, what did you guys think?", she said excitedly. "It's pretty great, right?"

The three-man audience both uncertainly raised three thumbs up. Once Izzy's back was turned, Beth leaned into Owen. "We are so screwed tonight.", lisped Beth.

"Yep.", said Owen.

Chris snickered at this display, then turned to find exactly what he was looking for.

A few feet away, Trent and DJ were seated with their backs turned from one another. Chris snuck up stealthily, eventually coming between the two boys' backsides. He looked up to see the two scripts for tonight's dramatic performance lying on a table.

Just an old switheroo to make tonight much more interesting, thought Chris, as he reached up to the two scripts.

"What are you doing?", rasped a voice from offscreen. Chris jumped up, putting his hands innocently behind his back, as Harold walked into frame.

As Trent and DJ both turned towards Chris, he smiled nervously. "Oh, just hanging out with two of my buddies."

Now Trent and DJ were looking at Chris in suspicion. Chris coughed awkwardly, then dashed out of frame.

As Harold walked away, Trent and DJ both picked up the right scripts. Trent noticed that DJ looked a bit distracted about something.

"Hey, DJ, is something wrong?", said Trent. "You look really nervous about something."

"What?", said DJ, suddenly, his voice cracking. "I'm not nervous about anything. How could you say that, Trent?"

DJ looked nervously behind him to see Chef scowling at him. "I gotta go!", said DJ, as he dashed out of frame, leaving a confused Trent behind.

Cut to later that night, as a scowling Chris, an expectant Chef, and the castmates who wouldn't be acting watching the two scenes by Duncan and Izzy. The curtains were soon pulled back at the Gaffers' side of the stage to reveal Duncan in an office like setting, dressed in a ganster outfit.

He then proceeded to give a soliloquy about mobster life in a gruff, no-nonsense, Brooklyn accent. "All right, can I quit the froo-froo acting now?", he said once he was done with his scene.

Most of the other castmates were looking in shock at Duncan.

Confessional (Heather): Who knew that delinquent could actually act?

Chef, however, was looking at Duncan with narrowed eyes. Duncan started to sweat, before Chef grunted and smiled in approval, putting up a thumbs up.

Duncan sighed in relief, then caught himself. "I mean, whatever..."

"All right, let's see how the Grips, and more specifically, Izzy does with her scene.", said Chris, gesturing to the Grips' stage. The curtain was pulled away, to reveal a scene of an old ladies' house. Izzy was there, still dressed in her old lady costume and makeup.

She went on a soliloquy about growing older and forgotten childhood memories... only instead of Duncan's competent rendition, Izzy's was anything but...

Her fake Irish/Scottish accent was still there, as well as frequent instances of her fake sobs and pulling out her script to check her lines. She also seemed to be holding one side of her face and body limply.

"Is she... pretending she's having a stroke?", said Justin, to Trent's awkward shrug.

Finally, Izzy's scene climaxed in a dramatic fall to the floor. Everyone present was cringing hard, except for one...

Chef was chuckling to himself throughout the whole performance, finally culminating in full on hysterical laughter once it was done. Through tears of laughter, he put up two thumbs up! "Oh, Izzy wins, for sure!"

"What!?", said nearly all the Gaffers.

"How in the name of Pete can you give her the win?", said Leshawna.

"What can I say?", said Chef, wiping a tear from his eye. "I'm a sucker for so bad, it's good acting."

"And, as I recall, the goal of the challenge was to have Chef show emotion.", said Chris, stepping in. "And there was precious little of that after Duncan's performance."

"Hey, I'll have you know that I acted my heart out for that scene.", said Duncan, before he noticed everyone staring at him. "I mean, whatever, I don't care about acting..."

"Whatever.", continued Chris. "The Killer Grips win the challenge. Gaffers, I'll see your butts at the second elimination."

The Grips all cheered, while the Gaffers looked awkwardly around.

"Yes, we won, we won, we won!", yelled out Izzy. "Thanks to my unholy... acting... talent!" (1)

"I can't believe we won thanks to my girlfriend's horrible, horrible acting!", said Owen, causing everyone to stop cheering.

Owen turned to look nervously at Izzy, who had fire in her eyes. "Oh, um, hey, Izzy...", he said, laughing nervously.

Cut to later that night, as Leshawna is taking a late night walk through the film lot. "I swear this place is spookier than crusty old Camp Wawanawkwa, and that's saying something.", she said, glancing nervously around.

She soon walked back into the area with the cast trailers, seeing Gwen and Duncan talking at one of the picnic tables.

"What's going on, girl?", said Leshawna, fist-bumping Gwen.

"Oh, nothing, we were just discussing who was going home tonight.", said Gwen.

"Who you guys voting for?"

"Harold.", Gwen and Duncan said decisively.

"What, Harold!?", said Leshawna, alarmed. "Why him, and not Mr. Nose Piercing over here? As I recall, you lost us the challenge."

"Yeah, but Harold's the weakest on the team.", countered Duncan. "Plus, he cheated Courtney out last season; he's untrustworthy."

Gwen stood up. "Look, Leshawna, ever since Trent was put on the other team, Duncan is the only boy on our team that I can relate to. I don't want him to leave so soon."

"I'll... I'll have to think on it.", said Leshawna, uncertainly.

"Thanks, Leshawna.", said Gwen, hugging her. She didn't notice when she turned her head to leave Leshawna's still uncertain face.

Later, at the elimination ceremony, after all of Chris' pomp, the host with the most was at the stage overlooking the six Gaffers.

"You all know the drill by now.", said Chris, smiling his obnoxious smirk. "When I call your name, you will receive a Gilded Chris. If I don't, the Lame-O-Sine's waiting."

"Gwen.", began Chris, Chef throwing the team leader the statuette. "Leshawna."

Leshawna caught hers with a depressed sigh. "Once again, Heather. Can't believe your still in the game by this point.", said Chris.

"Bite me, McLean.", growled Heather.

"DJ.", said Chris, who then looked at a worried Harold and a smirking Duncan.

"The final statue goes to..."

"... Nobody! It looks like we have a tie on our hands!", said Chris, to the shock and gasps of the whole team.

"Wait, a tie?!", said Gwen, who turned to glare at a chagrined Leshawna. "Leshawna.", she growled.

(Leshawna): I just couldn't vote off sweet, old Harold over that bullying jerk Duncan.

"So, what happens now?", said Harold.

"Looks like we've gotta have a tiebreaker challenge.", said Chris, before entering a thinking pose.

"Well, what is it?", said Duncan, irritably.

"Hold it, I've got to think of one and tie it into today's challenge.", whined Chris. "I don't have a whole list of potential tiebreakers." He snapped his fingers. "Got it."

Cut to the Gaffers outside the makeup confessional. "For tonight's tiebreaker, you both will perform makeup on me.", said Chris, to Harold and Duncan. "Best shot gets to stay."

Harold looked pretty nervous, though not as nervous as Duncan.

(Duncan): I don't know anything about makeup or costumes. There wasn't exactly a class for that in juvie.

(Chris): All right, Harold, give it your best crack at the whip. (Harold appears behind Chris, and begins to edge nearer with makeup tools)

Soon, the door to the confessional opens up, revealing Harold. He walks out to reveal Chris right behind, with a highly fashionable, wavy haircut. "Nice job, Harold.", said Chris. "Duncan, your up."

As Duncan walked nervously up the stairs into the confessional, Chef sidled up to Chris. "Are you sure you want that punk doing your makeup?"

"Don't worry, what's the worst that can happen?", said Chris, before walking behind Duncan.

Cut to the film lot in it's entirety, as an ear-piercing scream rends the air.

Cut next to Chris walking out of the makeup confessional, his hair a shaved mess not unlike what happened to Heather at the end of last season.

"What did you do to me, you little brat?", said Chris, as Duncan walked out behind him.

Duncan was about to give a probably pathetic explanation, before Chris exploded once again. "That's it; Harold gets to stay and you are out of here!", said Chris, stalking off. "I've got to go find a hat."

Duncan groaned.

Cut to the Lame-O-Sine pulling away from the film lot, as Gwen waves bye to it. As she walks back to camp, Trent is revealed to be hiding behind a prop tree watching.

(Trent): (breathes a sigh of relief) I'm glad Duncan is gone; I mean, I like the guy, kind of, but I always felt like he was trying to get with my girl. Now, everything will be cool.

Screaming Gaffers: Gwen, Leshawna, Harold, DJ, and Heather

Killer Grips: Trent, Justin, Lindsay, Beth, Owen, and Izzy

Eliminated: Duncan

Votes

Duncan (3)

Harold (3)

(1)- Nothing wrong with a little Calculon (Futurama) reference.

It was always a personal headcanon of mine that Chris had purposefully switched the scripts for the challenge.

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