Million Dollar Babies
POV. Third person
Chris begins to narrate, "the last time in Total Drama Action. The challenges of the cave movies made some look good," Lindsay and Izzy are seen hugging in leopard bikinis, "and others looked better," now they were just shots of Chris in loincloths, "Lindsay had to face Izzy's teasing in front of the person she likes, while Heather received some of the so-called prehistoric love hahahahahaha," Izzy kisses Heather on top of the pillar and then drops her, "wow, everyone wants a piece of that girl hahahaha, in another matter related to the queen bee, Gwen and Duncan teamed up to dethrone her eventually, the real question is, is that all those two are up to? Hahahahahahaha, in this episode, our competitors will show some sportsmanship... perhaps, in another exciting episode of TOTAL... DRAMA... ACTION!".
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POV. Cody
"This is your fault."
I blinked a couple of times sitting at one of the picnic tables while Heather looked at me with an annoyed look, it was night and the cavemen's challenge had ended many hours ago, I looked both ways to make sure she was talking to me.
"Don't play dumb, it's you who I'm talking to," she looked more and more annoyed.
"Alright, it's my fault... What exactly is my fault?" I asked her without understanding, she just came and started an argument without giving me any context.
"You know... what your lunatic girlfriend did there in the challenge, that," she said with the red beginning to climb with her cheeks.
"Oh... you mean that... wait, why exactly is it my fault? I never told her to do it."
She pointed her finger at me in an accusatory manner, "It's your fault, because I'm pretty sure she became a shameless pervert after she started dating you."
"That's not ... no...", in fact, that's just what happened, right? "hey, until recently I didn't know that she liked women too, so you can't hold me responsible for that", I said, "besides, why you keep pretending you didn't enjoy it? That kiss was too long not to be consensual, in fact, maybe I should be the one who is upset about Izzy kissing you".
"That kiss was not consensual, nor did I enjoy it!" she shouted angrily with a red face.
"So, you're just complaining because your first kiss with her wasn't like the one you had with me?", now that I think about the two times I've made out with Heather, she was the one who initiated the kiss.
"Yes, exactly," she said immediately, something tells me that she wasn't really paying attention to what I said.
"..."
"Wait, no! That's not what I meant!"
"Eh... I see how things are then, you're upset because you weren't the one who took the initiative, wow Heather I know you're shameless, but that much?", the face that Heather made was priceless, I missed messing with her a little.
Confessional.
Heather
"Fuck that cheeky nerd, fuck this stupid show, and fuck absolutely everything!" she said complaining, "the only reason I can't do something to him is because he's the only ally I have on the team, I can't trust Miss Goth, Mr. Delinquent, or the Farmer in Love, so I just have to put up with his nonsense."
End of confessional.
...
POV. Lindsay
Izzy and I were sitting at a picnic table a little way away from Cody and Heather, it wasn't a good idea to eat all the mammoth meat in one go, I have a stomachache now, but uff, it was worth it. I can't believe we managed to win again, and it's all thanks to my and Izzy's efforts.
Speaking of her, she was looking at the other pair somewhat dreamily, "ah~... look at them, aren't they charming?" she said with a sigh of love.
I looked in the direction of the other pair, Heather had Cody in a lock trying to suffocate him, but he was just laughing at her anger.
"Uh... if you say so," I don't quite understand Izzy's tastes, "hey Izzy, can I ask you something?"
"You've already done it."
"... well...", she is right.
"What's going on?"
"... I understand why you like Cody... but... Why Heather? She's... evil," I said to Izzy hoping not to offend her.
"... I don't know."
I didn't expect that answer, "Huh?"
"I never disliked Heather, I thought the way she was always grumpy was a lot of fun," Izzy said, "I wanted her to date Cody because I thought they were a cute couple and all that, and since Cody was my dearest friend, I tried to help him... but, in the process, by accident I end up falling in love, life's funny, isn't? Hahahahaha" she laughed at her own joke "Well, even when we were already a couple I didn't mind the idea of sharing him with Heather, I just wasn't jealous, it was partly because of the guilt of having taken him from her, I don't know. Despite this Heather still refuses to accept her own feelings, that's why my brain of genius came to the logical conclusion... that Heather doesn't want to come out because Cody already has me, so I decided to be closer to her so that she would feel comfortable being with me and like Cody, boom, I liked her too."
"Wait... Just like that?"
"Yes! Izzy doesn't mince words, I accepted it immediately and moved on, I've always followed my instinct and that works for me," she looked at me with a smile, "Didn't the same thing happen to you after you kissed him? Didn't your instinct tell you "I want him for myself"?"
I turned red, "I guess so... something like that", so do I just have to listen to my gut? Will you know if you make the right choice? I watched Cody apologize to Heather for her to let go, out of nowhere I had a thought about something I hadn't taken into account before, I'm not the only one who likes Cody, that means I'd have to share him, right? Could I be in a relationship with someone in that way?
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POV. Cody
It was the next morning and as I have already gotten used to it, I got up quite early. I stepped out of the trailer and breathed in the cold morning air. I was the only one awake, I walked through the rest area, how quiet it is when Chris has not gotten up. I went and sat near the dock to think. If all goes the same this will be the last team challenge, then Chris will dismantle them in the next challenge.
That's when alliances will be of the utmost importance, which reminds me of Gwen and Duncan's not-so-low-key getaway, it's safe to assume that without LeShawna here, Gwen has sought an alliance with Duncan, which, in terms of future context, isn't right at all, those two need to part ways.
I had already decided that I'm not going to make it to the finals, I'm not interested in winning this season, that would only hurt me in the long run, and the real problems will start with the third season. I don't know how I'll get out yet, but one thing for sure is that I can't let Gwen and Duncan make it to the finals as allies, one of them has to leave sooner rather than later, only then will I let things take their course.
"Squawk," Kevin flew in and sat next to me on the dock.
"Sometimes it's exhausting to be the only one who knows," I said to the seagull, from the outside it would seem that I'm planning the master move of the century, I wouldn't be surprised if many viewers think that I have a super evil plan on my hands (Noah seemed to think so at first), when the reality is that I'm just trying to save my friends from killing each other for fame.
"Squawk, squawk, squawk (there will always be someone who has to carry the weight of the truth)."
"The weight of the truth, huh?", Dawn seemed to know more than she let out in her time during the Revenge Of The Island, but she always stayed out of it most of the time, except when she pointed out to some participants her flaws, and I'm almost sure she knew about Mal, all this made her be labeled as weird... I wonder if she had a reason not to interfere, one that no one but herself could see, that would make sense, "... but I am not her, I cannot stand on the sidelines knowing what that would cause."
"Squawk... squawk (being a busybody... it's not always a bad thing)."
"... I wonder if that's what who brought me here to meddle in my life was thinking," I said with rolling eyes, they couldn't have brought me back just for the laughs and giggles, could they?
*Trumpet*
Kevin flew off as Chris began sounding the trumpet to wake them all up. I got up from the dock and went to the trailers, it's time for some sports drama.
Beth walked out in her sleep while twirling an imaginary baton in her hand, "Beth... Beth... Beth wake up," I said as I shook her shoulder.
She opened her eyes and blinked, "uh... Where's my baton?"
"There isn't, you were asleep," I pointed out.
"Who turns a baton in your sleep?" asked Heather as she and the other girls exited the trailer in their pajamas. The boys also got out of their trailer.
"I usually gnaw on furniture when I'm asleep, I think I was a beaver in my past life or something hahahaha," Izzy said.
*Trumpet*
Chris arrived with a trumpet in his hand and a drum on his back, along with a sports orchestra musician's cap, "Morning, sports fans! Who's ready to put up a good offense?" the host asked.
"Spaghetti here! Get your piping hot spaghetti here!" said Chef as he passed by like a stadium street vendor. The cook threw spaghetti balls at us that sprinkled ketchup on all of us when we caught them, meh, it's not the grossest thing that ever happened to us.
"Neat! Spaghetti balls!" said Izzy as she began to slurp it quickly, I tried it too, it wasn't bad, but better not to eat too much or I won't stand what Chris has planned.
"Pasta for breaky?" Lindsay said, not sure if this was good, the other girls didn't think much about it before they started eating.
"It's called carbo-loading, contestants," Chris said, "today, you're all going to give two hundred percent in our exciting sports movie challenge."
"You are aware that two hundred percent is a mathematical impossibility?" asked Harold.
Chef tossed another ball of spaghetti in his face for know-it-all, "suck that 'ghetti back, you lovable underdogs destined to come back from certain failure," Chris said, "We've got a training run."
Confessional.
Gwen
"Great, I'm not the type of girl who wears miniskirts and waves pom poms to get the attention of a lot of parents who don't go to school sporting events for anything other than looking at the butts of other guys' teenage daughters. In gym class I always made up a cheap excuse to stay in the shade drawing while the others sweated and spilled their lunches on the track, in short, I suck at sports."
End of confessional.
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We were running around the film studio for at least an hour, everyone including me was tired, but at least I was among those who were holding on the most, I have become well accustomed to the physical demands of this program.
"That all you got, sports fans?! Man up! It's time for more action," Chris said.
"Bear with us, spaghetti for breakfast... along with 3 kilometers of running... that's not right... it's not right at all," Heather gasped, then covered her mouth so she wouldn't throw up.
"Come on, it's still too early to throw in the towel Heather, today's competition is gonna require sweat, guts, heart, and sweat."
"You said sweat twice," Gwen said.
"Something like this?" said Izzy raising her arm, a lot of sweat dripping from her armpit.
Lindsay and Justin cringed at the sight of her, "ewwwwww," the blonde said, honestly yeah, it was disgusting.
"Because it's not just your sweat you'll be dealing with. There's Chef's sweat, too," Chris said as the big man opened scissors in a rugby uniform, and heck, he was sweaty, "'Cause you'll be pushing him the length of the field! And he just ate a huge jar of jalapeño peppers, so he's spraying like a gym class shower."
"We gotta push spiced up Chef like he's a football dummy?" asked Justin.
"Don't call me a dummy!" the chef reneged.
"Dummy, dummy, dummy," Izzy began to say like a parrot, making the chef angry, until Harold covered her mouth to shut her up.
"Eh... I am not swapping sweat with an oversized jalapeño," Heather said.
"Oh, if we have to do it, then rest assured that you will do it too," Beth told her.
"Otherwise, it won't be hard to choose who to eliminate if we lose," Gwen said.
There were five of us at this point on the team, maybe we could push Chef, but just in case, "okay, Heather's laziness aside, it's going to be pretty hard to drag Chef along," since we don't have LeShawna's strength now, "Can anyone think of anything we can do?"
"Oh, oh, I have an idea," Beth said.
"If it's anything about Brady, I swear to you-," Heather said.
"No, this is from when I helped on the farm, sometimes the cattle got scared and it was impossible to move them, so my dad showed me how to do it," she said, we approached to listen to her suggestion and, to be honest, it sounded quite reliable.
...
*Whistle*
Chris blew his whistle for our team to proceed to push Chef, only we weren't even close to the chef, we were further back.
"What are they doing?" asked Lindsay.
Heather and Gwen hooked their arms together, behind them Beth and I did the same, and we put our hands on the shoulders of the two girls in front of us sticking a little to them, Duncan put his hands on our shoulders too.
"Ready... 1... 2... 3...Now!" said Beth.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", we all ran as one against Chef, who opened his eyes in surprise.
"Oh, oh."
*CRASH*
We were all scattered on the floor... But we sent the cook pretty far before we knocked him down, and I'll admit, it was pretty funny.
"Agh...", Chef complained from his place on the floor.
Confessional.
Beth
"Just like on the farm," she sighed dreamily, "I wonder if Justin was watching."
End of confessional.
...
The Grips then tried to cross the tire track, but as planned their feet got stuck inside the tires.
"What's going on with these tires?" asked Harold, Izzy kicking trying to get them off.
"My feet keep getting stuck," Lindsay said.
Chris approached them, "Aw, really? I'm sorry," he covered himself with his hand, "Wait 'til they get a load of the mousetraps."
*Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap*
"Aah/ ouch/ it hurts/ my feet!", everyone shouted when the mousetraps were activated, I shrank a little, that looks painful.
"Snap to it, losers," said the host, Izzy narrowed his eyes spitefully, kicked the air sending a mousetrap flying directly into Chris' face.
*Snap*
"Ouch! My nose!" complained the presenter with a mousetrap in his nose.
...
Lastly, we were all crawled through the mud under barbed wire, much in the style of Chef Hatchet's challenge.
"Enjoying the view?" asked Izzy next to me.
"Uh, what view?"
She grabbed my chin and made me look straight ahead, and my eyes widened at the sight of Lindsay's huge butt right in front of me.
"I hope this mud helps soften my skin," said the blonde as she crawled through the mud, wiggling that cute butt of hers, if she bent over a little more I would end up seeing her panties, damn it and what a blessing, why did she have to wear such a short and tight skirt?
*Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat*
Damn, calm down stupid heart, it's just Lindsay's butt, a sudden arrest due to heart acceleration is not enough.
*HEARTBEAT, HEARTBEAT, HEARTBEAT*
Well, apparently he thinks differently.
"Your nose bleeds," Izzy whispered to me mockingly, "how weak", I looked at her with a red face and ran my hand full of mud over her face, "hahahahahaha", but she just laughed about it.
"Okay, I know she missed a lot of my gym classes, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't one of its activities," Gwen complained.
"You too, Pasty?" asked Duncan humorously.
"You're right. But we had some mud and barbed wire left over from the war movie and it just seemed fun to me. Is it?" said Chris humorously, we all sighed.
...
At the end of the exercise, we were all covered in mud and sweat, we will need a very long shower when all this is over.
"That truly bit.," Duncan said.
"At least I'm sure we did better than the other team," Heather said.
"No, I'm sure we did better," Harold said.
"Shut it," Chris said, "I decide who wins and the answer is...," he said as he looked at his clipboard and mumbled things, "Nobody!" he said happily, I hate him so much.
"HUH!?"
"It was just to establish who's playing who for the real contest to follow," the host said, "we're running four sport contests with competitors seeded according to these results," Chris said.
I saw the standings and my image was right in the second best position, that is, Greco-Roman wrestling, and my opponent was... Izzy... Oh shit, I'm so dead.
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Chris took us to a roofed studio for the slow motion boxing contest, while the others watched the place I was thinking, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BEAT IZZY FIGHTING!?
Physically she is stronger than me, strategically, although it may not seem like it, she far surpasses me, and not fighting is not an option, if she realizes that I am not trying, she will get angry, which translates into pain. In other words, a dead end.
I have to find a way to beat her without fighting, not because I don't want to hurt her, but because I don't want her to hurt me. I'm sure I'll come up with something, I'm supposed to know her better than anyone at the moment, which isn't a big deal considering that almost no one really knows anything about Izzy, so I don't have a point of comparison... but something has to occur to me.
Chris stood in the middle of the ring in a referee's outfit and held a microphone that came down from the ceiling, "in the right corner, from the Killer Grips, the deluded dork, the lightweight loser, the not-neat numbskull!... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOLD!" Chris said into the microphone.
The nerd was sitting on a stool, "I demand a better presentation!", spoiler, he didn't get it.
"And... in the left corner, from the Screaming Gaffers, she has a dark and cold heart, she is a lover of the color black, and a certified heartthrob, GWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEN!" Chris said, pointing to our side where Gwen was also waiting sitting on a stool.
The goth sighed, "Why do I have to do this?"
"Technically Beth performed better than you, which would have knocked you out of the discard ranking," Chris said, "but since you were the only one who didn't climb the pillar in the cavern challenge, we decided to reverse their positions so you wouldn't miss out on the fun, isn't that great?" he said with too much sadistic glee.
Confessional.
Gwen
"Just when I thought he had forgotten about that little detail."
End of confessional.
"We're gonna build to the top two players," Chris said.
Gwen and Harold were put in the marshmallow gloves, "What's this?" asked Gwen.
"They look like gloves made with marshmallows," I told her, how envious, she and Harold will fight with candy and I have to die at the hands of my sweet girlfriend, fate, if you can listen to me and I know you can, I hate you.
"That's right, so you don't hurt those pretty actor faces," Chris clarified, "and... in true boxer movie tradition, you'll be fighting in... sloooooow mooooo.
*Ring*
The first bell rang and both Gwen and Harold stood with their guard up in front of their rival in the ring, one more excited than the other.
Both circled around the other waiting for the first move of the opponent.
"You can do it Gwen! Take that nerd down!" encouraged Duncan.
"Remember Harold! Low blows! Just low blows!" said Justin, everyone looked at him strangely.
Confessional.
Justin
"Okay, I don't know anything about boxing, I mean, why would I be interested in a sport that can easily ruin my face?"
End of confessional.
"Yoooooouuuu aaaaaareeee gooooiiiing dooooowwwwwn," Harold said speaking in slow motion, then tried to hit Gwen, but his punch was so slow that she ducked easily.
"Yeah, I'm not doing that dumb stuff," Gwen said, and then proceeded to punch Harold in the face with his marshmallow glove.
The nerd didn't even bother to try to dodge, he let her punch him in the face, "oooooooooooooooh", Harold came up to us in slow motion and crashed into the ropes, then was propelled forward again.
"Wow, that's awesome," Beth said.
"Doris has a lot of experience getting hit," Duncan said mockingly.
Harold went back to Gwen trying to hit her, but she just blocked him looking around without knowing what to do exactly.
Confessional.
Gwen
"This is ridiculous, not to mention embarrassing, no wonder Harold is so good at it."
End of confessional.
*Ring*
After a few punches the bell rang for the second round, Chris went down to the stage, Harold and Gwen went back to their corners, and I immediately covered my eyes.
"Round 2," I heard Chris announce.
Then total silence, I don't need to see to know the face that the others made when they saw chef in a bikini, I saw the episode, and it's one that I really regret having seen, "Ew, ew, ew is more like it," Duncan said.
"My eyes!" shouted Izzy.
"Ah, y'all are just jealous," I heard the chef say.
I took my hands off my eyes, Gwen and Harold returned to the center of the ring, with the nerd making exaggerated movements in slow motion.
"Come on Gwen! Get into character!" Heather demanded of the goth.
"Why don't you come and do it yourself!?" she said while dodging a punch from Harold.
"I wish Brady was here, with his strong arms he could easily be a boxer, uh, better yet, a fight between him and Justin," Beth said as she began to dream.
"Why don't you just imagine it?" said Heather, "oh wait, that's what you do all the time... because he doesn't exist," she said, annoyed to hear it.
Confessional.
Beth
"Heather thinks she can hurt me with words, when the reality is that I've survived so many things throughout this show that something the evil queen bee says can intimidate me again, plus she has weaknesses now, too."
End of confessional.
"You only bother me because I'm not afraid to say that I love someone, unlike you," Beth said, pointing to her face.
Heather now looked offended, "Excuse me? I'm not afraid, it's... more complicated than that, you wouldn't understand, since one of your supposed loves doesn't exist and the other doesn't know you exist," she said, pointing to Justin who was looking at himself in a mirror.
I sighed, "Heather let Beth dream, Beth don't bother Heather for being shy," I said to both 3... 2... 1.
"I'm not dreaming / Who do you call a shy, you useless nerd?" said the two of them, turning their mutual hatred against me.
I put a finger on each other's heads and pushed them back, "You guys, stop fighting, you just make the other one angrier and lash out, I thought you were both smart enough to figure that out after so many fights."
That last one seemed to offend them quite a bit, as they exchanged a spiteful glance and then each looked away at the other with a rather audible "hmph", no one likes to be labeled as the immature one in the conversation, much less when it comes to a fight, "well, that's better," I said with a smile.
*Blow*
The three of us turned to watch Gwen knock out Harold, the nerd fell to the ground in slow motion as well.
*Ring, ring, ring*
The bell rang and Chris took the stage, "1... 2... 3...", the presenter began the countdown.
"Come on Harold! Be a man and get up!" shouted Izzy.
"4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10," Chris quickly finished, then grabbed his microphone, "And the winner issssssss... Harold and the Grips," said the presenter.
"Wait, what? But I knocked him out," Gwen said.
"Yeah, but we gave him a bunch of extra points for doing such great slow-motion," Chris said, then narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger at the goth, "while we deduct points from you for deliberately refusing to follow the spirit of slow-motion boxing fights," he said as he punched her in the nose.
"Well done, Gwen," Heather said causing her to cringe a little with guilt.
"Hey, leave her alone, the rules were silly to begin with," Duncan said.
"You only support her because you actually like her," Heather accused him.
"Of course not!" he said.
"Oh, I wonder how Courtney must feel to see you flirt with her on TV," this time Duncan did look a little uneasy. I sighed, this girl doesn't learn.
*Spanking*
"Hip!", Heather walked away from me grabbing her ass, "What the fuck!?", ha, that was funny.
"Really? Just when I just scolded you?" I said rolling my eyes, maybe I'm abusing my diplomatic immunity, but after this episode that will matter little.
"Don't talk to me as if I were your pet," she told me.
"Then stop behaving like one, you're literally lashing out at everyone like an angry cat, don't tell me you're still upset about the whole kiss thing, because that would seriously be pathetic."
"No... perhaps... Maybe?... alright... I get quite angry, happy?" she said annoyed.
"No, behave or you'll just get these people to expel you," I warned her, pointing to the other two who were already looking at her with a bad face. She snorted looking away, sometimes behaving like a spoiled child... ah wait, she's actually a spoiled girl, I thought she was changing, but a very big part of her still comes back to being a bitch at certain times. Maybe Izzy had the right idea, this girl is in need of a boyfriend.
"As fun as it all is... whatever this is," Chris said pointing to us, "it's time to move on to the next challenge."
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We went back to the fake football field, only now the venue had been slightly modified for the next contest on the agenda, and then... yes, I still can't think of how I'm going to beat Izzy, we have to win three challenges to get the win and we already lost the first one, I don't want to go to the tiebreaker because the Grips swept the floor with our team the first time and I don't know exactly whose idea it was, if we lose it's most likely that Heather will be the one to leave, which would leave me with the couple of future lovebirds and Justin's loving farmer. Even if the teams disband, I don't want to face that alone, and the queen bee creates enough chaos to draw attention to herself, allowing me to act more freely.
Justin picked up a badminton racket, "hey, it's a miniature tennis racquet. Where are the miniature tennis balls and how come the net is so stupidly high?", something tells me that Justin was not much of a sports player at school.
Chris and chef arrived, "this is a badminton court, Justin," the host said.
"There was never a sports movie about badminton! That'd be seriously lame," the model said, making Chris frown.
"There was a movie about badminton, it was very un-lame," Chris said annoyed.
"That means it was," Izzy whispered to me.
I tried not to laugh, "definitely".
"And it starred the very talented... me," Chris finished "Thanks for asking, I'd love to recreate my finest scene," grabbed a badminton racquet and stood in front of us, "ahem, I just want you to know... you guys are the best darn badminton players I've had the pleasure of coaching. You're beacons of freedom. Go show the Olympic committee we deserve a shot! Show them it's not badminton, it's goodminton! Heck, it's greatminton," none of those are real words.
Out of nowhere I was wrapped in a surprise hug, "waaaaaaa", and... Izzy was crying with excitement just like Chef.
"Not you too," I said.
"Now get out there and win one for the Flipper," Chris said.
Confessional.
Chef Hatchet
"Why couldn't the Olympic committee just give the Flipper a break? It was his big dream!" then he proceeded to cry.
End of confessional.
Chris climbed into the referee's chair and put on a red cap, "battling for supremacy in our second round, the duo of beauties once friends, then enemies and now sports rivals... Lindsay and Heather," Chris announced.
I looked in the direction of both, they were both incredibly quiet and serious, for them this was more than just a badminton match.
"Watch the birdie," Chris said as he tossed one at Lindsay.
She caught him and gasped, "this is animal abuse."
"Relax is stuffed, now... Play!" said Chris.
Lindsay threw the bird in the air and hit it with her racket sending it to Heather's side who received it without much trouble, I'm a little surprised that Lindsay knows how to play badminton, since it's not a very common sport.
Lindsay moved around the court intercepting Heather's shot and returning it, and Heather had to walk away to receive Lindsay's shot.
"Come on Lindsay, you can do it!" shouted Harold from the Grips' side.
"Remember Heather, if you screw it up it'll be your butt that goes home!" said Gwen from this side. It may seem intimidating against Heather, but the truth is that this girl brings out the best in her when she is under pressure.
Heather saw her opportunity on a shot that was coming quite slowly, she held her racket firmly and hit the little bird quite hard.
"Wa!", however, Lindsay threw herself on the ground and barely managed to intercept him at the last second.
Confessional.
Lindsay
"The last time Heather and I competed was when they locked us in those cages and forced us to eat disgusting prison food, then a lot of things happened...," she said trying to remember everything, "the point is that I lost to her on that occasion, so this is another opportunity to prove to her what I'm made of, I won't fall so easily this time," she said. said the blonde.
End of confessional.
Heather hurried to receive the return by sending the little bird into the air on Lindsay's side, both exchanged a look.
"Wow hahahahahaha, this match is getting intense in more ways than one," Chris said, "Who will win? The blonde with little cognitive ability?"
"Hey!"
"Or the queen hated by her minions?" continued Chris.
"Who do you call minions?" complained Beth.
"Anyone could win!" said Chris as both girls gave their all in this back-and-forth matchup.
Heather was always skilled, this was not so noticeable because she is usually capricious to the same extent, so it is difficult for her to take the initiative, it is only clearly seen when her life (in the game) is in danger, in the same way Lindsay will not be the best strategist, but she is a master of improvisation, proven by her many flashes of genius. So if you give both of them a scenario in which they don't want to lose, well...
"Wow!" Heather tossed the little bird to Lindsay.
"Hya!" then the blonde handed it back to her.
This is exactly what happens... I don't know which one I should support, I like both of them, yes, even if Heather misbehaves, I still love her, she's like that cat that ruins your curtains, you scold her one second and the next you're kissing her belly.
Both girls were giving everything not to lose, to the point where it was starting to be scary.
"Just give up once and for all! You're doing this more... difficult!" said Heather as she tapped the birdie.
"Never! Why don't... you surrender?!" said Lindsay returning the little bird.
"Don't think you're going to beat me just because you think you're a big deal now!" said Heather as she returned the shot.
"And don't think you're going to win just because you've always believed you're the big deal!" Lindsay returned.
This time Heather got really angry, "I...!" she said preparing her racket, "I AM THE BIG DEAL!" she said as she jumped and returned the bird with all her might.
Lindsay's eyes widened for a second, then she closed them in fright.
*Boing*
Oh... Wow, Lindsay opened one eye, then the other and looked around, "Hey, where is the birdie?" asked the blonde.
We all had red faces as we looked at her, even Heather, "uh...," Izzy said as she pointed to the hole in her cleavage.
Lindsay lowered her head looking at her own cleavage, only to find the little bird tucked right between her breasts, "ah..."
Confessional.
Lindsay
"Would you believe me if I said that this is not the first time it has happened to me?"
End of confessional.
She took it out, I know how you feel, little bird, believe me, I've already been there.
"And this round is for Heather and the Gaffers," Chris said.
Me and Beth celebrated as Gwen and Duncan high-fived.
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POV. Izzy
I approached Lindsay on the field, "Izzy is sorry you lost, I know how much you wanted to prove yourself in front of her," I said.
But my friend just smiled, "It's okay... I think she's starting to take me seriously, she played with everything she had in this match," Lindsay said excitedly.
I smiled too and stroked her head, my sweet girl is growing up.
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POV. Cody
After the badminton game was over... In a somewhat different way than before, Chris made us go back to the indoor studio with the ring for Greco-Roman wrestling, apparently as always, no one besides me knew who they were going to face in this challenge, it's as if none of them had really seen the leaderboard, but being distracted is almost the norm of this program, most talk about strategy wherever and are only discovered when they try to do it in secret, what kind of ridiculous logic is that?
"Attention!" said Chris appearing in a toga in a gladiator carriage pulled by the chef who also had a Roman gladiator helmet, "The score is one to one, now the furious gladiator Izzy, must defend her title in a Greco-Roman fight against the ingenious challenger... Cody."
"WOO HOO!", Izzy said excitedly, of course she does, "I'm sorry honey, but mom is going to teach you a lesson", she told me, thank goodness she likes me.
"Yeah, we've already lost this challenge," Duncan said nonchalantly, Gwen hitting him with her elbow.
Confessional.
Izzy
"Izzy is always ready to fight, no matter if my rival is my own boyfriend, his head will be crushed by my strong amazon thighs."
Cody
"I'm not going to lose to Izzy, that would be very humiliating considering that she's my girlfriend... but if for some reason I don't survive, Chris, my ghost will haunt you for the rest of your life."
End of confessional.
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After a quick cut transition in editing, Izzy and I were in the ring in our bathing suits, as in Greco-Roman wrestling you usually fighted naked, but that would be going a little too far on television.
It's funny, the last time I fought someone in a Greco-Roman fight was in Greece against Owen, at the time I wasn't very aware of the fact but... I couldn't have beaten anyone left in the competition in a one-on-one fight, they were all much better than me at fighting, even Tyler could have beaten me up... then he would slip on something and break his arm.
My only accomplishments in that place were due to my small size and the anger I felt towards Duncan, and that last one unfortunately didn't help.
It always bothered me to be the shortest in the male cast, it made it much easier to compare myself to the other guys. That's why I trained like crazy to have an amazing body after the whole reality TV thing was over.
... But since I came back it hasn't really bothered me to go back to being the shortest, this body makes me feel like I'm really here doing this, and that I'm not just dreaming, it sounds kind of cheesy I know, but to me it's important and right now I'm kind of nervous.
Once again I find myself facing an infinitely superior opponent... but, I'm not the same person as before, and my opponent, although statistically much scarier than Alejandro or Owen, is also someone I know very well, everything I've done with Izzy has some degree of danger, because realistically she's crazy and she's a dangerous woman, but if I stuck with her despite all that, there's no reason to fear her now, I just have to figure out how to handle this, after all I'm supposed to be a crafty geek.
I looked in Izzy's direction, she was leaning on the ropes waiting for this to start, she was wearing her signature bathing suit, but without the hat.
"Make sure she doesn't kill you too quickly, we want to see a real show," Duncan said in the seats behind me.
"Could you be a little optimistic?" said Gwen, "I remind you that we can still lose," Gwen told him.
"I hate to agree with the bad boy, but what do you expect Cody to do against her? Even forgetting for a moment that he's fighting his girlfriend, said girlfriend is still Izzy, he won't even get to tickle her," Heather said.
"!", in fact...
"Hey Heather, why don't you go and kiss her again? I'm sure that distracts her during the fight," Duncan scoffed.
"Why don't I kick your kiwis and see if it has the same effect!?" shouted Heather.
"Shut up!" said Chris in his voice of a Roman king, "I like conflict, but in the colosseum," he said as he took a rope, "the fights are in the arena," he pulled the rope. Then the huge tank of plastic balls fell on us.
I was lost in the sea of colors for a second, then I reoriented myself and surfaced. From my periphery I watched Izzy do the same.
"Okay, I'll admit, I failed ancient Roman history in school, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't part of their duels," Izzy said.
"And you're right, but we got 'em from a local carnival. A really cheap, skeevy one," Chris said, then picked up an Etruscan trumpet, "now play ball," the rare instrument blew and the battle began.
*Crack*
Izzy cracked her neck and put on her warrior face, "AHHHHHHH!", then jumped straight at me.
"AHHHH!", I for my part did the bravest thing I could think of, I dived into the balls and escaped.
I could hear Izzy fall where he was before, I kept moving through the sea of balls, once again taking advantage of my shorter stature.
"Come out! Get out of wherever you are! Come and face me like a man!" shouted Izzy looking for me in the surroundings. I ignored her taunts and moved a little farther away before poking my head out slightly.
She was on her side looking around and jumping into the sea of balls from time to time like a tiger looking for a fish in troubled waters.
"Aha!" she jumped to a place having heard something, but when she came out again she had a small child in her hands. I think I remember Duncan finding it the first time.
"Mama?" said the boy.
"What the-?"
"Izzy don't curse in front of a child!" shouted Beth from the stands, my girlfriend biting her tongue. Chef got out and took the child away.
She is distracted, I got up and threw a ball a little behind Izzy, she reacted immediately, "I found you!", she jumped directly into the place of the noise, now or never.
I got up from my hiding place and before I could react I threw myself on her, the audience gasping at my audacious maneuver.
I fell directly on top of my unsuspecting girlfriend, and to my horror she didn't move an inch due to my weight, all she did was turn her head slightly and look at me sadistically, "bad move".
What she didn't expect is that I was also smiling (afraid and about to run away, but smiling), hugging her waist with my legs and one of my arms and whispering to her, "You know? Something curious about having sex so many times with the same person... you end up learning a lot about each other's body, like..." My other hand slid to her waist and she opened her eyes wide.
She tried to grab my other arm to free herself, but it was too late, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Izzy burst into a fit of laughter as soon as I started tickling her sides.
You see, I used to think she was unflappable, which was shown when we played the triple-dog dare you challenge, but one thing is high tolerance for pain and another is involuntary reflexes, such as tickling, and after being in bed with her on so many occasions, I realized that most of the time she laughed it's not because she gets giggy because of the pleasure, It's because she's so ticklish. I know, a bit of a weird explanation, but right now it's saving me from a beating.
Izzy squirmed trying to get me off me, but even her monstrous strength was being mitigated by the tickling, "Hahahahahaha, Cody hahahahaha, when I let go hahahahahaha I swear hahahahaha!" she said with tears in her eyes.
"You know the word, just say it and it's over," I told her. Instead of listening to me she jumped in the air and turned her back, "oh, oh."
*Fall*
We fell, with all the weight of Izzy crushing me, uff, thank goodness it's not heavy and the floor is full of plastic balls. Unfortunately, it was enough to make me let go of her. Who immediately took my arm and pinned me down with a wrench wrapping her legs around my chest and crushing my arm with her strong amazon thighs.
"Give up," she said starting to tighten her grip, too bad, I would have liked to feel her thighs a little more. Instead of trying to free myself uselessly, use my free hand to reach for her foot and...
"Hahahahaha!" immediately Izzy softened her grip as I tickled her foot. I managed to free myself and immediately mounted her, placed my hands on the sides of her waist, she was snorting with a slightly red face.
"Say it," I told her clearly.
She smiled madly, "Izzy, does, not, yield."
"As you wish."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", you know? I start to believe that she's enjoying this too much, "hahahahahaha... up hahahahaha I, I hahahaha," Chris lowered and put his ear near Izzy, "I give up, I give up! Hahahahahahaha, make it stop!" she begged.
"And we have a winner... surprisingly... Cody," Chris announced.
"Yes! / Well done!", said my team before my surprising victory.
I finally relaxed, that had me on the edge at all times, "hehehehehehe", Izzy looked at me with a noticeable blush from laughing so much, "taking advantage of a poor damsel, oh how perverted", she said with exaggeration.
"Ha ha, we both know you're not a damsel," I said as I climbed down and helped her onto shaky feet.
"Maybe, but you're a pervert," she said.
"... yes, I guess I am," she kissed me unexpectedly.
"Izzy likes that," she said with a happy smile. I smiled too, I'm never going to fully understand her, but that's not necessary.
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"So, as we head to the fourth and final leg of the Total Drama sports tourney, the Gaffers are ahead two to one," a significant change, "Final face off?... a slam dunk competition," Chris said, the football field had been modified again, now there was a court with two basketball hoops on each side, along with jumping trampolines, "With points going to the most creative dunk. Let's play it for the camera! It's Justin and Duncan," both exchanged a look.
Confessional.
Duncan
"The nerd beat the odds and beat his lunatic girlfriend, if I lose now, not only will it complicate things for us, but it will also look very bad for my reputation to lose to the pretty boy now."
End of confessional.
"Ok, I call this one, Justin's charm bright flash," it looks like it will be a different trick this time. The model walked by bouncing the ball from one hand to the other, "Come on Duncan, what's wrong? Too fast for you?" he said as he pretended to pass the criminal, then walked up to us and stood in front of Beth as he twirled the ball on his finger and winked at the farmer.
*Boom*
It was too much for her, Heather hit her forehead, Justin ran past her, "watch out, coming through", he passed the ball through the opening between her legs while running, then he jumped on the trampoline, ripped off his shirt in the air, smiled at the camera with his shining teeth and ended it all with a hard dive, being left hanging from the hoop.
"Yes Justin!"
"Well done!"
"Woo hoo~," his team congratulated him on his shot.
"Surpass that buddy!" the model told Duncan.
He smiled as he bounced the ball, "oh I'm sure I will, I'll call this one... the pain symphony," said the criminal, then launched a three-pointer towards the opposite hoop, but instead of going in, the ball bounced off the corner of the backboard.
"Ha, you failed," Justin said.
"Oh, really?" he said.
The ball went flying... straight to the Grips in a row.
"Oh!"
"Kyaaa!"
"Aaaah!"
Bouncing off each of their heads, "OUCH!", and hitting Justin in the face.
"Uuuuuuuh~!", we all said when the model was knocked down, that last bounce lifted the ball making it go straight into the hoop that Justin used before.
Confessional.
Duncan
"Back in the reformatory you could only be good at one of two things, dodgeball or basketball, unfortunately playing normally gets boring over time," he was now smiling, "until someone came up with the brilliant idea of mixing them both just to see who could hit more heads before the ball went into the hoop."
End of confessional.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, creativity and violence, I like it!" said Chris, "with this Duncan wins the third point for the Gaffers leaving the score at three to one, which makes them the winners of today's challenge."
We celebrated our victory while the other team sighed.
"Just when we were doing so well," Harold said.
Izzy put her hand on her shoulder, "arrogance blinded us, this is our punishment", a bit exaggerated. It seems that I saved us from cheering Chris, no one needs to inflate his ego anymore.
"Grips, Grips, Grips... Do I need to say anything?" asked Chris as he looked at them, "I'll see you all at tonight's elimination ceremony."
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POV. Lindsay
I was sitting at the table inside the trailer sighing, once again they beat us, too bad. Now one of us is leaving, Izzy, Justin and I didn't win any games, most likely one of us will leave... I sighed again, the truth is that I don't care so much if they vote for me again, at this point there are things that matter a little more to me, my face got a little hot, maybe that way I have time to clear my head.
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POV. Harold
I was in the bathroom washing my hands, when suddenly I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, so I reacted like any good ninja would.
"AHHHHHHHHH! Don't kill me, I'm too young!" I said bravely as I prepared my hands to fight.
"Harold, Harold, calm down is me."
"Justin? What's going on?"
"Well, I was hoping that you and I, my friend, could help each other here," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked him strangely.
"I want you to vote with me," Justin said, "and in return, I'll owe you a favor, maybe... one that you can use against a certain criminal in the near future?", I opened my eyes wide, I could use that kind of favor.
"Okay... you have a deal, who are we going to vote for?"
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POV. Cody
I was inside my trailer with a pretty red face, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Izzy was sitting on my bed topless, without her top or bra, exposing her perky breasts... that I could swear they're growing amazingly. She was still blushing but she did not stop smiling or cover herself in the slightest, "very sure, now do it," she said enthusiastically.
I sighed, well, who am I to deny her whims? I took my camera and pointed it at her focusing well on her smile and of course her breasts that were the reason for all this.
The photo came out and looked pretty good, I passed it to her for him to see, "please tell me you haven't acquired the weird fetish of being photographed naked."
"Pff, it's nothing that extravagant, I just wanted you to have something cute from me," yes, she said this was her gift to me, since she couldn't give me anything when she left at the start of the season and I gave her that cat.
She wanted to do it now because there's a chance she'll be eliminated tonight, and she didn't want to leave without giving me something this time.
She took Heather's photo and compared the two, "hmm...".
"Really?" I asked rolling my eyes, maybe you should cover up, what happens if someone enters without knocking?
"Yes, definitely, hers are bigger," she said normally.
I turned red again, "How can you tell?" I asked, in the photos hers were bigger.
"Because I saw her this morning in the shower, duh," she said sticking out her tongue at me, of course, "hers are also bigger."
I guess I didn't realize it because we've been together for almost three months... wait a minute, have Lindsay's grown up too? The other girls' too? Is that even possible? I shook my head to get the thought out.
"Hmm~... you just had a nasty thought, didn't you?" said Izzy with a mischievous look.
"I don't know what you're talking about... Do you want to cover yourself? It's getting uncomfortable looking at you like that," I said, looking at her bare chest.
"Well, I could...," she grabbed my shoulder and pushed me into bed by sitting astride me, "but I'd rather get revenge on you for tickling me," she told me lustfully.
"Eh... I haven't locked the door," I told her.
"Too bad," she lunged and began to kiss me.
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POV. Third person
The Grips were sitting in the gallery for the Gilded Chris ceremony, Chris arrived in his formal suit and stood on the podium, "well, since there are only four of us, let's do this quickly," said the presenter, "under your seats are the voting devices, press on the box of the person you want to vote on, etc. etc," the contestants did that, choosing who they wanted to vote for. Chef arrived and handed Chris the results, "well, as the only one who really won a game, the first Gilded Chris of the night goes to Harold," he handed him the award, "the others, you suck."
"Hey," Justin said.
"Lindsay, Heather beat you, again."
"I am aware of my failures," she said, crossing her arms with dignity.
"Izzy, you pretty much let your boyfriend do whatever he wanted to you."
She shrugged, her hair was quite tousled, "it doesn't bother me."
"And Justin, uh~ hard blow you received hahahahahaha."
"That game was fixed," he said, looking away, "clearly my shot was better."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say... the three of you screwed up today, so let's change the dynamic a bit, I'll just name the contestant who is leaving tonight," the three exchanged an anxious look, Izzy and Lindsay held hands and hugged each other like Katie and Sadie, "and the one who will leave Total Drama Action tonight is...
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Izzy!", Chris threw the awards to Justin and Lindsay, "you're going home, I hope this time for good, well, get out of here, before I call security, again," the host finished.
Izzy got up to leave, but Lindsay refused to let go of her hand, "Do you want to accompany me to the lame-o-sine?" the redhead asked, Lindsay just nodded her head.
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They both walked the red carpet, the blonde noticed something on her friend's neck, "What happened to your neck?", it had a red mark.
"Oh, this? Cody and I got naughty a little while ago," he said smiling. Lindsay's face burst red, "hahahahahahahaha I have more, but I can't show you those."
"Al-alright, d-don't need to," she said very quickly.
"Hahahahahaha," Izzy kept laughing, she really loves messing with people. They both made it to the lame-o-sine, "well, my journey ends here, I had a lot of fun this second time," she said wistfully, "but the fact that I'm leaving doesn't give you permission to loosen the leash on those two fools," she told Lindsay, "make sure you win at all costs."
Lindsay smiled, "hm, don't worry, I'm not going to get depressed anymore."
"Too bad, because surely Cody would run to comfort you again."
"Izzy!" said the blonde bursting red and pushing her, her heart is not going to take much more of this.
"Hahahahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... but I really hope you can find your answer, remember, I'm supporting you," she reminded her.
"Yes, thank you for that."
"Oh! I almost forgot, I was going to give Cody something, would you give it to him for me?"
"Oh, of course I can," Lindsay said.
"Great!" said the happy redhead, then she threw herself at Lindsay wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck and...
Lindsay's eyes widened, and the red on her face reached a new level.
"...," she felt a tongue lick her lips, but she was so stunned that she just let it pass.
"Hmm~," she groaned a little as her tongue was hijacked very easily.
Izzy's arms squeezed her a little tighter.
"...", then the redhead let go of her and walked away licking the saliva on her lip before separating.
Izzy climbed onto the lame-o-sine and closed the door, then peeked out of the top, "Make sure he gets it! Exactly as I gave it to you!" she shouted joyfully as the limousine pulled away into the distance.
Lindsay's legs gave way and she fell to the ground on her knees with her face extremely red, her look dumbfounded, her body trembling and a single thought in her head, "there's no way I can deliver this," she said with total embarrassment.
Chris got up from hiding in the middle of a bush, "wow, that was intense hahahahahahaha, Izzy has officially left the competition... again, leaving an insane void that hopefully doesn't need to be filled, will Lindsay recover from this or will she be traumatized for the rest of her life? What future and complicated copings await these contestants? Will anyone survive what's to come? Matter? I don't think so, find out in the next episode of TOTAL... DRAMA... ACTION!".