"AH!" The judges let out as they were blown back from the intensity of Izzy's music. Izzy had a wicked look in her eye as she shredded on the guitar like her life depended on it, playing a crazy intense heavy metal tune that echoed out through the entire lot with the city nearby probably hearing it as well.
"YeEeEeEeEeEeaH!!!!!" Izzy sang out rather…off key. But this didn't deter Izzy at all as she continued to play with increasing intensity, even bringing the guitar up to her mouth as she began playing with her tongue.
This kept up till Izzy finished up with another strum before she rose up her guitar and-
SMASH!
"HOOOOOOOOOWL!!!" Izzy let out a howl after smashing her guitar on stage before pounding on her chest. "I'll be here all week ladies and germs!"
"…Well you certainly got the rockstar attitude again haha," Chris laughed a bit, his and Lily's hair blown back from how intense Izzy was rocking out. "Could hardly understand anything you were saying but hey that's how it goes for most rock songs! Judges?"
Chris - 6
Lily – 1
Chef – 5
"Sorry Izzy…" Lily let out, still a bit dazed from Izzy's performance. "I'm…not really a fan of that kind of music…"
"Ah well, can't win em all," Izzy shrugged, not seeming too bothered by the score as she walked off. "See ya next show! Maybe I will actually light that stage on fire! Oooo that'd be cool!"
"…That girl scares me," Chris let out, with Chef and Lily nodding in agreement. Taking a second to get his bearings together, along with fixing up his hair, Chris was ready to get the next performance going. "Only four contestants left and Izzy set a new low with only 12 points, let's see if any of the remaining performers can top Lindsay's monster score!" Chris then pulled out one of the few remaining names. "Bridgette! You're up!"
"Well, wish me luck," Bridgette said, and as Geoff was about to go up to her and give her a kiss for good luck, instead he watched as Bridgette gave Lincoln a hug, with him hugging her back of course, before heading on stage causing Geoff to glare daggers at the white head. When Bridgette got onto the stage, she looked a bit nervous but pushed through it as she spoke into the microphone. "So lately I've been feeling a lot of…confusing emotions due to certain…circumstances. So I've made up a song to try and help express that."
Bridgette then cleared her throat before singing in a beautiful serene voice.
Bridgette:
I pirouette in the dark
I see the stars through a mirror
Tired mechanical heart
Beats 'til the song disappears
As Bridgette sang, the judges all closed their eyes as they could feel the emotion radiating from Bridgette and her voice.
Bridgette:
Somebody shine a light
I'm frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
So cut me from the line
Dizzy, spinning endlessly
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
Shatter me
Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
And when Bridgette finished, she took a simple bow before all the judges clapped for her. "Very nice Bridgette," Chris complimented the surfer girl, finding the performance rather beautiful. "I could really feel you put your soul in that, and I think my fellow judges did too." Both Chef and Lily nodded as they all flashed their scores.
Chris – 8
Lily – 8
Chef – 8
"24, still not beating Lindsay's titanic score, but very nice job there Bridgette," Bridgette then bowed once more before Chris pulled another name out of the hat. "But now it's time for Harold! You're up bro!"
"Sweet! Time to show off my mad rocking skills!" Harold grinned as he got out on stage with his microphone and keyboard. "Behold! Today I will mix the blood pumping intensity of rock and roll, with my mad beatboxing abilities!"
Everyone then watched as Harold began beat boxing into the microphone while occasionally playing a key on his keyboard which would play a rock and roll beat or random sound effect that added to his beatboxing.
This went on for a solid three minutes before Harold ended the performance with his signature. "Booyah!"
"…" The judges were silent as they took some time processing that. Well, Chris and Lily were, Chef was clapping for it with a grin on the buff cook's face. After a bit of mental debating, the judges made their decision.
Chris – 3
Lily – 5
Chef – 10
"…Really Chef?" Chris deadpanned at his co-host.
"What? It was cool!" Chef defended his decision on giving Harold a perfect ten. "Kids got skills, don't judge me!"
"A three and a five?!" Harold let out unhappily.
"Look I get what you were trying to go for bro, but it just didn't work for me," Chris shook his head as he explained why he wasn't much of a fan of what Harold gave them. "It feels all mish-mashed together with no real reason."
"I gotta agree with Chris," Lily nodded as she raised her hand. "It felt so jumbled up and random, not really music as opposed to just random noises."
"Gosh!" Harold kicked the stage before heading backstage feeling rather disappointed.
"Let's hope our second last performance can do better than that," Chris said before reaching in and picking the last name he'd be pulling from the hat. "And next up, Lincoln! Let's see if that older sister of yours passed down any of sick rock and roll skills snowball!"
All Lincoln could do was grin as he walked out onto stage.
CONFESSIONAL – Lincoln
"Oh I was excited for this alright~" Lincoln grinned as he leaned back in the seat while tuning the guitar he was using for the challenge. "Chris wanted us to emulate your typical rock star, and I knew exactly how to do that. See, I could tell Ronnie Anne's been annoyed with my whole 'forget she exists' act I've been putting on. So I thought if she wants attention…she should get it~"
"My song also goes out to someone here," Lincoln stated as he strummed a few strings on his guitar, a small but excited and rather devious grin on his face. "I'm sure she'll know it when she hears it~"
Ronnie Anne scoffed, expecting yet another sappy love strong.
But when Lincoln began playing his guitar, it was obvious this was gonna be something different.
Lincoln:
Don't you see?
You're exactly what I don't want to be
Honestly
You're a walkin', talkin', Hispanic Tragedy~
Ronnie Anne felt her eyes widened at this. This wasn't a love song…it was a diss track aimed at her!
Lincoln:
Can't believe
That I almost thought that we were meant to be
Can't believe
That I almost thought you cared about me
Now Lincoln was going full tempo into the song, singing with a smug look on his face. Everyone else soon caught up on what the song was about and Chris and Chef found themselves grinning and bobbing their heads. And while Ronnie Anne found herself growing enraged, and Geoff's jaw dropped, everyone else was happily rocking out to the diss track as Lincoln proudly played more.
Lincoln:
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I'm sick of livin' under your thumb
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I don't really care about your stupid petty tantrum!
"That little…" Ronnie Anne growled as her face began going red with rage.
Lincoln:
I should say
That you're kind of a dictator, in a way
You're to blame
You're a constant source of misery and pain!
What a shame
That you're so stuck up, I know you won't change
Out of frame
No, I don't believe you cared about me
'Cause you left me drowning
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I'm sick of livin' undеr your thumb
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I don't really care about your stupid petty tantrum!
I don't rеally care about your stupid petty tantrum!
You think that you're so clever, why you scared of looking so dumb?
I don't really think you're fit to rule your petty tantrum!
We were getting closer, you should know that I am so done
I don't really care about you!
No, I don't really care about, I don't really care about
You, you!
You're self-obsessed and all the rest, and R.A., I'm so over it
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I'm sick of livin' under your thumb
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I don't really care about your stupid petty tantrum!
I'm so glad that I woke up!
I'm sick of livin' under your thumb
I'm so glad that I woke up
I don't really care about your stupid petty tantrum!
Once Lincoln finished he took a bow as he was met with applause and whistling from both the judges and his fellow members of the super alliance. "Dang dude! Nice!" Chris cheered Lincoln for his performance. "Making a diss track about your trash Ex? You don't get more rock star than that! Judges?
Chris – 10
Lily – 9
Chef – 10
"A near perfect score!" Chris announced as Lincoln beamed with pride as Chris looked down at Lily. "Lily, care to explain why you didn't give him the last point he needed for a full thirty?"
"Well…it was a good song I'll admit," Lily complimented Lincoln on that, it was a genuinely good and catchy song. But there was one factor that kept her from making it a ten. "But it was still a little mean though…"
"Eh, can't please everyone. I can understand that," Lincoln nodded in acceptance, not like he was upset with a score of 29 either. It's either him or DJ who ends up winning and both outcomes were fine with him, so he took what he was given and gladly walked backstage again.
Once he was behind the curtain his super alliance members were quick to cheer him for his performance and high score. But looking to the side he saw Geoff looking down at him with a harsh look with Ronnie Anne next to him with her side turned to him and her head down. "Dude…" Geoff began slowly. "That was not cool."
"Meh, haters gonna hate," Lincoln shrugged, causing Geoff to growl at him. If Geoff was gonna act that way with him, then he wasn't gonna do anything about it. Not his problem. "Good luck out there DJ,"
"Thanks man," DJ grinned as he and Lincoln shared a fist bump before DJ hauled his large instrument case on stage.
"You're dead later…" Everyone heard Ronnie Anne growl out towards Lincoln, not bothering to look his way. "You know that, right?"
"I'll take it under consideration," Lincoln rolled his eyes in response, causing the Hispanic teen to clench her fist.
"So DJ, you need a perfect score of 30 to win," Chris told DJ as they all eyed the case he had. "But I will say, I'm quite interested in what you're packing in there bud. Let's see it!"
"Feast your eyes!" DJ grinned as he opened up the case, making a bright light shine from within it that briefly blinded the judges. When they could see again they saw DJ had brought out…a harp. A large harp, but still, a harp. "Ta-da!"
"…Seriously DJ?" Chris asked as he and Chef gave DJ disappointed looks.
"Hey the harp can rock too," DJ claimed as he got ready to play. "It's just softer. Watch and learn."
"Fine," Chris rolled his eyes but allowed DJ to continue. "I'll humor you for now,"
"Thank you," DJ nodded in appreciation before clearing his throat. "This piece is dedicated to the serenity of nature."
And without wasting a single beat, DJ began playing his harp. To say the absolute least…it was divine. Each string DJ strummed released a absolutely serene note and with all of them together it played a melody that could calm even the fiercest of souls. And everyone watching and listening soon found themselves completely captured by the melody.
THREE HOURS LATER
DJ's performance went on for quite a while, to the point where the sun was now setting, but no one cared. They were all completely lost in DJ's song to the point where everyone listening was crying. But eventually, DJ's performance came to an end as he played the final few notes of the song before taking a bow. "Sniff…Sniff…" Chef and Lily couldn't even speak words as they held onto each other while crying.
"O-Ok…Ok that's enough…" Chris let out in between sniffles as he too cried from the sheer beauty of DJ's harp solo. "I give DJ a t-ten…all in favor?"
"I-I!" Lily and Chef managed to cry out.
"DJ wins!" Chris announced with DJ smiling brightly as the rest of his super alliance rushed out, their eyes all red and puffy from DJ's song, as they all cheered for the brick house. "He'll have an advantage in the second part of the challenge. We'll have a bit of a break before that to…to pull ourselves together!"
CONFESSIONAL – DJ
"Man I have been kicking butt lately!" DJ cheered for himself as he raised his hands up in excitement. He just felt like he was on top of the world with how well he's been performing in the game. "First I won the super hero challenge and now this! I really have been doing a good job since the teams merged! If I keep winning like this the super alliance will have no problem taking down Ronnie Anne!"
"So what's up DJ?" Chef asked as he leaned against the fridge on the kitchen side of the Craft Services Tent. DJ was taking advantage of the break Chris was giving them to have an important talk with Chef. Something that's been on his mind since he won the superhero challenge, and now that he's won another challenge…he's feeling confident enough for this. "The next part of the challenge is gonna start soon, not the ideal time for an alliance meeting."
"This'll be quick Chef, I promise," DJ reassured the buff cook. Taking a deep breath, DJ steeled his nerves for what's to come next. "You've really helped me throughout the season. I'm feeling braver and more confident than I ever had in my entire life. Heck, I won the superhero challenge and won the last challenge. I'm not sure I would have made it this far without ya."
"…Where are you going with this?" Chef asked with narrowed eyes. He knows where these types of conversations lead.
"…From this moment on…" DJ gulped a bit, and despite his nervousness he still managed to push out his words. "…I'd like to go about things solo!"
"What?!" Chef yelled out as he quickly began glaring at DJ. So he was trying to split up the alliance? After all their hard work?! "Boy if you think you're getting out of our deal-"
"It's not like that!" DJ yelled back, surprising Chef and cutting him off. "When I win you'll still get half of the prize like we agreed, I'm not talking about going back on our deal." Chef did calm down a bit after hearing this, but still didn't look too happy. But, he did gesture for DJ to go on. "Like I said, it's thanks to you that I've gotten this far…but I have to prove to myself that I'm able to keep going and keep winning on my own! And not just because you keep helping me!"
"So, thinking you're a big shot now?" Chef challenged, narrowing his eyes dangerously at DJ. "Without my help, you won't have nearly as big an advantage as you've had. Think about this DJ! Think about what you're doin' boy!"
"I am! And I'm thinking I want to prove how strong I really am!" DJ kept his voice raised as he looked Chef right in the eye, refusing to back down from this decision. "You said a real man has to do things for themselves right? Well…I wanna do just that!"
"Oh really? Then prove it!" Chef yelled as he jabbed DJ in the chest with his finger. "Prove you can last one day without me!"
"Fine I will!" DJ yelled back, jabbing his own finger into Chef's chest. "I'll do just that, and I ain't just gonna last one day! I'm gonna win this whole thing, and when I do and I give you your half of the prize…I can say to you that I did it."
And with his decision made, DJ left the Crafts Services Tent leaving Chef to scowl angrily by himself…with the scowl soon turning to a sadden frown.
CONFESSIONAL – Chef
"Darn kid! You try to help them win a million dollars and this is the thanks I get?!" Chef angry yelled as he slammed his fist on the vanity…only for his anger to turn to sadness as he began crying into his hands. "…They grow up so fast….."
Night had now fallen on the film lot but the show would still go on as the contestants again met up at the Gilded Chris stage only they were at the end of the Carpet of Shame that usually led to the lamosine. Red velvet ropes surrounded the carpet of shame and it led to what could be described as a fake hotel lobby.
While the nine contestants looked over the set that was all put together, the actual lamosine did pull up towards them with Chris coming out of it wearing his blue suit and holding a microphone. "Welcome back to the Rock and Roll bio flick of Total Drama Action!" Chris spoke into the microphone while keeping his eyes towards the cameras as he approached the contestants. "Now in order to become a true rock immortal, you must learn how to rock the paparazzi. So the second part of your challenge is an obstacle course of fans, groupies, and autograph hounds!"
As Chris said this more cardboard cutouts rose up on the border of the carpet of shame, all of them consisting of what looked to be super fans with a few holding cameras as well as a few other things. "You'll start at the lamo-sine, through the red carpet, past the obstacle course, and finally make it into the five star hotel you'll be staying at." Chris explained the various parts of the challenge. "One of you will win, the rest of you will become celebrity roadkill. Now DJ, since you won the first challenge you get our backstage pass so you'll start halfway in."
Chris then put a laminated tag around DJ's neck.
CONFESSIONAL – DJ
"Hm, wonder if this is an actual backstage pass," DJ hummed in thought as he read the card Chris put around his neck. "All access pass…buff and tone spa?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna be needing that!" Chris suddenly popped in with a towel around his neck.
"Now to keep this simple, we'll just go in the order you all performed in, so Ronnie Anne is up first!" Chris announced as Ronnie Anne got up and entered the lamosine from the opposite side. "And…Action!"
As soon as Chris said that, Ronnie Anne exited the lamosine with…no energy whatsoever. Instead, the Latina walked at a casual pace through the carpet with her hands in her pockets with a grumpy look on her face. "And Ronnie Anne is on the move, though not very fast." Chris provided commentary as Ronnie Anne went through the carpet, and when the first cardboard cut out of a fan with camera in its hands popped up Ronnie Anne just simply continued walking as the camera went off, as well as ignoring the next one of a fan asking for an autograph. "Ooooo cold! Not even acknowledging the camera or the autograph hound!"
Two more cardboard paparazzi members popped up and attempted to take Ronnie Anne's picture but again Ronnie Anne didn't react to them at all and just continued walking. "And still keeping it up, Ronnie Anne just isn't giving any of her fans the time of day!" Chris commented as Ronnie Anne proceeded to walk past both an excited groupie, and a cutout of someone trying to hand her a swag bag. "Geez this girl is just ignoring everything, how'd she become a rockstar like that? Haha!"
Ronnie Anne continued to ignore both Chris' jabs as well as the next cardboard cutout of a butler handing her a platter of sandwiches. The last obstacle, which was right in front of the door to the fake hotel, was the security guard. But rather than a cutout, "Brbrbrbr," Standing in front of the door was Edward wearing a pair of sunglasses, acting as the guard for the fake hotel.
"Just let me in already," Ronnie Anne let out in an annoyed tone. As much as the platypus would have preferred not to, he had to follow the rules of the challenge. So the platypus just rolled his eyes before stepping to the side and allowing Ronnie Anne inside.
"Heheh, nice A-List attitude right there," Chris chuckled as he walked up to Ronnie Anne. "And you definitely didn't make any friends out there with that massive cold shoulder of yours! But then again, a lot of rock stars tend to do that with fans so overall nice work,"
"Whatever," Ronnie Anne let out with an eye roll before sitting down at a dining table that was set up in the fake hotel lobby that had nine chairs in front of it.
"What a rock star," Chris laughed before gesturing outside again. "Moon child, you're up!"
"Here I go!" Dawn said as she walked to the other side of the lamosine and entered inside. Once Chris gave the go-ahead, Dawn exited the lamosine and proceeded to speed walk through the red carpet. When the first cut out popped up in front of Dawn, the aura reader flashed a simple smile and allowed her picture to be taken.
"And Dawn flashes a smile to the camera, always a classic," Like with Ronnie Anne, Chris provided some commentary to Dawn's action. "Oh, autograph hound, will she sign?" And Dawn did decide to sign as the autograph hound appeared in front of her. "She does!"
And when the next two cutouts with cameras appeared, Dawn again flashed them a smile and waved. Next to show up was the excited groupie with Dawn giving them a simple greeting. "It's nice to meet you," Dawn said to the cut out, causing a recorder to play an excited squeal. Next up was the one with the swag bag with Dawn deciding to take it. "Thank you very much,"
"Dawn's really being a people pleaser, making a lot of fans happy tonight!" Chris further commented as Dawn reached the butler. Dawn was about to take a sandwich but quickly passed after seeing the meat on it. "Ooooo, but the vegan says no to the bologna, and after he worked so hard on them!"
And finally came Edward, but that was all too easy for Dawn to get past. "Mind letting me in please?" Dawn kindly asked, by scratching under Edward's chin.
"Brbrbrb…" Edward let out a pleased purr before stepping to the side and allowing Dawn into the hotel.
"Nice run there Dawn, definitely know how to work the crowd!" Chris complimented before pointing to the bag Dawn grabbed. "And nice one grabbing the swag bag, luckily for you, you get to keep what's inside!" Dawn reached inside…and was immensely disappointed to see it was a book with Chris' face on it. "My auto-biography, volume one."
CONFESSIONAL – DAWN
The sound of a paper shredder was heard inside of the confessional as Dawn fed the book to it.
"Woohoo!" Next up was Geoff, who made his entrance well known as he cheered upon leaving the lamosine and strutted down the carpet of shame with nothing but confidence. When he approached the first man, Geoff tipped his hat to them as his picture was taken. Next up was the autograph hound that Geoff was more than happy to sign for. "Here ya go dudette!"
After that were the two camera hounds and for them Geoff made peace signs with both of his hands and posed for them. Then came the groupie with Geoff making some finger guns to, getting another squeal from them. After that came the swag bag with Geoff about to take it…but then seeing it was more Chris merch and leaving it be. But when the butler came up Geoff was more than easy to grab a sandwich from them and scarf it down. "Nice grub bro," Geoff complimented the cardboard butler before approaching Edward the door. "Excuse me little dude, gotta get in."
"Brbr…." Edward let out as he narrowed his eyes at Geoff. The little platypus definitely hasn't been fond of the surfer dude as of late but still, he let him pass with Geoff taking his seat next to Ronnie Anne.
Up next to walk the red carpet was Lindsay and the ditzy blond was completely in her element here. As she exited the lamosine, Lindsay immediately began blowing kisses to the crowd before stepping out onto the red carpet. When it came to the first cutout that appeared Lindsay happily posed for them, allowing it to take multiple photos of her. When it came to the autograph hound, Lindsay was all too happy to sign for her before wrapping the groupie into a hug and posing again for the next set of camera hounds that popped up.
When it came to the swag bag, Lindsay reached inside and pulled out a Chris McLean brand shirt and decided to give it to the groupie before going up to the butler and taking a bite of one of the sandwiches. Finally when it came to Edward, Lindsay leaned down to his level. "Would you pretty please let me in?" Lindsay asked before planting a kiss right on the platypus' bill.
"Brbr…brbrb…" Edward let out with a blush before stepping aside to let a clapping Lindsay in.
Next up was Izzy and as soon as the door to the lamosine opened, Izzy flipped out landing perfectly on her feet before waving to the crowd. But as she walked down the red carpet, the first cut out appeared and flashed the camera right in her eyes and blinded the psycho hose beast. "Ah! I'm blind!" Izzy yelled out as she started wobbling around. "I'm under attack! Raaaah!!!"
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
"…It's a good thing those were fake," Chris slowly let out as he and everyone else witnessed this. "Or that'd be a lot of lawsuits."
After Izzy's little rampage and after taking some time to duct tape the paparazzi back together, next up was Bridgette who appeared rather nervous as she exited the lamosine. Sure the paparazzi here was all fake but still having so many eyes on her made her a bit nervous. But she soon grew comfortable as she stepped onto the red carpet…and promptly tripped on a fold in the carpet. "AH!" Bridgette let out as she crashed into one of the cardboard cutouts which then caused a domino effect as all the cutouts soon fell over. "Oops…"
Chris facepalmed as he got the tape out again.
Once again after having to tape everything back together, Harold was the next one to rock the red carpet.. "Rock and Roll!" Harold let out as he exited the lamosine while having his fingers over his eyes like a second pair of glasses. "No…uh, rock and roll!" Not satisfied with that, he made his fingers into an L above his forehead and quickly figured out what was wrong with that. "No…Rock and Roll!"
Finally he made the proper rock and roll symbols before strutting down the carpet while waving his hands around. "Get on with it dorkwad!" Ronnie Anne yelled from the fake hotel. "We don't have all night!"
Ronnie Anne's words caused Harold to begin tearing up, and in an act of emotional turmoil Harold ran forward while crying. Covering his eyes with one arm and holding the other out in a way that ended up causing him to chop the heads off the cardboard cutouts.
Edward quickly had to get out of the way as Harold burst into the fake hotel lobby and clung onto Chris who awkwardly patted Harold's back.
"Alright, as Luna would say, let's rock on luv's!" Putting on his game face, as well as a faux British accent, Lincoln exited the lamosine and began running through it full speed. When the first cardboard cutout popped up Lincoln rolled underneath it as the camera went off. He did briefly stop to give the autograph hound an autograph but sped past the groupie as she popped up.
When the next two cameras popped up Lincoln tucked and rolled to avoid both of them before flipping to his feet, ignoring both the swag bag and the sandwiches and reached Edward in record time. "Gotta get through bud," Lincoln said with Edward nodding and stepping out of the way and letting Lincoln in.
And last up was the winner of the last challenge, DJ. With his backstage pass DJ was allowed to start at the halfway point, bypassing the lamosine, the first camera, and the autograph hound. DJ strutted down the carpet with a simple smile on his face and soon came across the groupie. "Hey there," DJ gave the groupie a friendly greeting and high five. "Thanks for coming!"
The groupie let out an excited squeal before disappearing again. Next up were the two cameras with DJ giving them both a smile and a wave. Next up was the swag bag that DJ decided to take even if it was Chris merch, it was rude to refuse a gift after all. After that was the butler and his sandwiches with DJ happily taking one. "Hmmm, not bad," DJ complimented after finishing it off. "Just add some paprika in the mayo and it'll spice the whole thing up!"
And finally came Edward at the door with DJ extending a fist out to him. "Hey gimme some fist brotha," Edward grinned and happily connected one of his flippers with DJ's fist before stepping aside.
Once DJ was done and everyone was seated at the long table in the fake hotel lobby, Chris soon returned holding a holder containing photo's captured by everyone during the challenge. "And now the moment you've all been waiting for! The photographic evidence!" Chris announced as he opened up the folder. "Let's see your best moments shall we?"
"Ronnie Anne ignored."
"Dawn smiled."
"Geoff gave an ole tip of the cap,"
"Lindsay posed."
"Izzy attacked!"
"Bridgette tripped."
"Harold…if that's not a cry for help I don't know what is."
"Lincoln rolled."
"And DJ smiled and waved."
"And after going over them all, I think the winner is obvious!" Chris announced, causing Ronnie Anne to begin smugly smile. "Lindsay!"
"Yay!" Lindsay cheered as she clapped for herself.
"What?!" Ronnie Anne yelled out in disbelief. "How? She didn't try and avoid the paparazzi at all!"
"Who said you were supposed to avoid the paparazzi?" Chris asked with a cheeky grin. "The paparazzi means exposure, and Lindsay exposed! Lindsay wins an advantage in the next part of the challenge where you'll all be competing for invincibility!"
CONFESSIONAL – Ronnie Anne
"Ugh, I can't believe Lindsiot won!" Ronnie Anne cursed, using Heather's old nickname for the ditzy blond. But a worried look soon flashed on Ronnie Anne's face. "I can't lose this…the second I lose and there's no Sudden Death my butt's on the chopping block! I can't lose when I've come so far!"
"And now it's time for the third and final part of the challenge!" Chris announced to the contestants, having now ditched his microphone. The nine teenagers were still sitting on the long table awaiting for whatever Chris had in store for them. "Now one thing I'm sure you all know about rock stars is that they spend a lot of their time on the road in their tour buses. Going from show to show and writing new songs along the way. They live quite the busy life and due to that don't really have many opportunities to eat."
CONFESSIONAL – Lincoln
"Is that actually true?" Lincoln asked with a bit of a worried look. "I'll have to ask Luna if she's eating alright the next time I see her."
"But when they get to stop and rest at a hotel, and get to eat. They eat HARD! Gotta keep up the energy to put on show's after all. And you'll soon know what that feels like." Chris then rang a little bell and Edward soon reappeared pulling a cart of nine different silver platters on them. "Edward? Where are Chef and Lily, they're supposed to be helping with this."
Edward shrugged, not having an answer for that.
MEANWHILE
"I guess he just…wants to do things on his own…" Chef explained how his conversation with DJ went earlier. "Said he doesn't want my help anymore…"
"I see…" Lily nodded her head as she wrote down what Chef said in a notebook. "And how did they make you feel?"
"Well I guess we'll just go on without them," Chris shrugged as he had one of his interns place the platters in front of each of the contestants. "Now then, hope y'all are hungry!"
Everyone cringed, expecting some sort of disgusting dish underneath. But upon removing the covers of the platters they saw it was filled with…rather normal looking food. Ranging from burritos, sloppy joes, ribs, etc. "Huh..." Bridgette said with a bit of a surprise. "This food actually looks rather…normal? What's the twist?"
"The twist is that we'll see how well you take scarfing down that normal food as fast as you can," Chris explained with a sinister laugh making everyone's eyes widen in worry. "This will be a speed eating contest! Like I said, when rockers chow down, they chow down hard and try to eat as much as humanly possible. And then some."
"Um-" Dawn raised her hand, cringing at all the meat on her plate only for Chris to cut her off.
"No, there is no salad bar." Chris shot her down, making Dawn lower her head and Ronnie Anne to snicker at her expense. "First to empty their platter wins invincibility! And since Lindsay won the second part of the challenge, her platter has less food than everyone else's."
"But there's still so much…" Lindsay cringed as she looked over her plate. Sure it wasn't as stacked as the other plates, but there was still a bunch of food on it.
"Yes, yes there is," Chris nodded his head before raising up his arm. "Ready…set…chow down!"
With that, many of the contestants were quick to start scarfing down the food. Ronnie Anne, who was desperate for invincibility, stuffed her mouth till her cheeks were like that of a chipmunk's. Geoff prided himself on his stomach of steel and also got to scarfing down quickly. Izzy was biting into all her food savagely, using her sharper than average teeth to her advantage. Lincoln couldn't let Ronnie Anne win and also tried to scarf down food as fast as he could. And DJ was driven to prove to Chef that he could win this on his own and began chowing down as fast as he could, briefly putting aside table manners.
The ones struggling the most were Bridgette, Dawn, Lindsay, and Harold. Bridgette and Dawn obviously being vegetarian and vegan respectably knew they wouldn't be winning this and settled for finding whatever non-meat product they could get and at least eat a little and not risk a potential sudden death by not eating at all. And Lindsay and Harold with their skinny frames weren't used to consuming large amounts of food and had trouble scarfing things down.
But as everyone else was eating, a lightbulb flashed in Geoff's head as he glanced next to him and at Ronnie Anne's plate. He was struggling to find a way to help her win all day but just didn't have the opportunity to do so, but now he had the perfect opportunity. With everyone focused on their own plate, and with Chris sitting down and his eyes focused on his phone, Geoff reached towards Ronnie Anne's plate and took some of the food off it and scarfed it down himself.
Ronnie Anne noticed this but didn't do anything about it, and if it wasn't for her mouth being stuffed she would have flashed a devious smirk.
CONFESSIONAL – Ronnie Anne
"Now isn't that just sweet of him~?" Ronnie Anne let out in a mocking tone. "Heheh, well if he wants to help me win then who am I to stop him~?"
"Uuuugh…" Lindsay let out as she fell limp on her chair, her gut noticeably bloated up. "I feel like a whale…"
"Mmph!" Harold's cheeks then puffed up, causing him to race out of his chair and head towards the nearest potted plant. "Bleeeeeh!"
"Ain't that the glamorous life of a rock star," Chris let out with a chuckle.
"How does…Lynn…do this…" Lincoln let out with his voice muffled, feeling like he was at his limit.
"No…clue…" DJ grunted out as he struggled to keep up. "Uuugh…I'm feeling woozy…"
"DONE!" And then came the voice no one wanted to hear. Ronnie Anne rose up her now empty plate with a victorious grin on her face. "Looks like no one will be voting me out this week~"
"Uuuuugh…" Everyone let out in unison, all except Geoff who grinned victoriously.
"Well looks like Ronnie Anne's our top rock star tonight," Chris announced as Ronnie Anne sent everyone an incredibly smug look. "As for the rest of you, looks like you'll have to settle for being one hit wonders and deciding who you'll want to vote off tonight. Besides Ronnie Anne."
"Good thing…we have…a back up…" Harold let out, still feeling sick.
And Geoff soon flinched as he felt multiple pairs of eyes glaring at him with all intentions of voting him off clear. "Crap…" Geoff let out. With no allies besides Ronnie Anne…yep…looks like he was done for
CONFESSIONAL – Geoff
"I'm glad I helped Ronnie Anne win, but thanks to Lincoln's corruption everyone's turned against me!" Geoff let out, angrily pounding his fist on the vanity. "Now it's gonna be everyone against her…that jerkwad…"
"You what?!" All of the members of the super alliance, sans Bridgette, let out in unison. Once the challenge was over the super alliance decided to meet in their hideout again to discuss the rather obvious question of who they would be voting for.
Geoff was the obvious answer to that as he was the only one besides Ronnie Anne who wasn't in their super alliance plus with his nasty attitude lately everyone was wanting him to be gone. But there was one person that objected to that.
"I…I don't want us to vote off Geoff…" Bridgette repeated as everyone gave her strange looks.
"But…why?" Lindsay asked with a confused look. "Geoff's been a massive jerk lately,"
"Tell me about it…" Bridgette grumbled in agreement. She definitely didn't deny the fact that Geoff has just been super nasty lately, but that all came down to Ronnie Anne's influence. "But…despite all that I still care about him…I just…I wanna give him one more chance to just correct his behavior, if we can get rid of Ronnie Anne I'm positive we can get Geoff back to normal. Just…please…"
"I totally understand Bridgette, I'd probably be the same way if it was with me and Leshawna," Harold nodded in understanding. He knew if Leshawna turned rotten for whatever reason he'd take whatever chance he'd get to get her back to normal. "But if we don't vote for Geoff, and we can't vote for Ronnie Anne…we'd have to vote for one of us…"
"And who would that be?" DJ asked in a serious tone.
"…" Everyone was silent at that, no one obviously wanted to volunteer after all who'd be crazy enough to-
"Eh, just vote me out," Izzy spoke up, shrugging and acting like it's not a big deal. "Honestly kinda surprised no one's done that to me yet haha,"
"W-What, Izzy?" Dawn let out as she looked at her friend in disbelief. "You…want us to vote you out?"
"If you don't wanna vote out Geoff," Izzy stated. After seeing everyone look at her in disbelief, Izzy explained her reasoning. "You guys gotta be at your A-Game to take down Ronnie Anne after all, and I can be quite the loose cannon hehe. Plus I've been missing Owen lately and I wanna see him again. So if you need to, vote me off."
"…Are you sure about this Izzy?" Lincoln asked the psycho hose beast seriously with Izzy giving a sure nod of her head. "Well Bridgette, we'll leave the decision up to you. Whatever you decide, we'll go along with it."
"…" After taking some time to properly think about it Bridgette made her decision.
THE GILDED CHRIS CEREMONY
The iconic music and lights of the Gilded Chris Ceremony blared throughout the lot as the contestants went through their first elimination ceremony of the merge. Sitting all by herself in the VIP section was Ronnie Anne in her formal wear, still having that irritating smug look on her face with everyone else sitting in the loser stands with Geoff looking down trodden.
"And welcome back everyone to the Gilded Chris Ceremony!" Chris announced as he appeared on stage with Chef now back in action and standing behind the host with the most. "You all know the drill, underneath your seats you'll find voting boxes. Ronnie Anne, we put one under your seat too. Vote for the contestant you wanna give the boot to!"
It didn't take long for everyone to make their vote, with the super alliance having come to a unanimous decision earlier. After a few moments Chef delivered the results to Chris with the host looking them over with a smirk on his face. "Interesting…veeeery interesting~" Chris said, causing Geoff to squirm a bit in his seat as Chef brought up a platter of seven Gilded Chris awards to Chris. "Must say this is quite the outcome, haha. Well you know what happens, you don't get a Gilded Chris award and you'll be hanging up the guitar! So, Lincoln, Dawn, you two are safe,"
"Tch…" Geoff let out as Lincoln and Dawn caught their awards.
"DJ, Harold, you're all good too!" Chris then tossed the next two awards to the two guys with them sharing a fist bump afterward. "Bridgette, Lindsay, you're both still in it too!"
"Yay!" Lindsay cheered as she and Bridgette caught their awards
That only left Geoff and Izzy without an award with Geoff sweating and gulping in nervousness. "Geoff, Izzy, one of you has spent their last night on Total Drama Action." Chris tossed the last award up and down in his hand, enjoying the tension in the air. "Geoff, you haven't exactly been popular lately. Seems like nearly everyone here has a bone to pick with you bro~"
"Wonder why that is," Geoff sent a dirty look Lincoln's way, making the white head roll his eyes.
"And Izzy, you're quite the weak link in that super alliance you all got going. Not exactly the best teammate with how easily you snap," Chris explained with Izzy merely shrugging in response, not taking too much offense to it. "And the last Gilded Chris goes to…"
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"…Geoff!" Chris then threw the last award to the party dude, who nearly missed it out of sheer surprise.
"W-What?" Geoff stuttered in complete disbelief. They others…didn't vote him off? "You all voted for Izzy?"
"All because Bridgette asked us not to vote you off," DJ explained to Geoff, speaking to the party dude with a neutral tone. "Thank her for this, not us,"
"Bridgette…" Geoff muttered as he looked up at his girlfriend.
"Consider this a second chance." Bridgette stated firmly, crossing her arms showing that despite this things between them still weren't the best. "But if your attitude doesn't change, don't expect the same kindness again."
"Oh…I see how it is…" Geoff said with narrowed eyes. Well fine…he just had another chance to get Lincoln out of here, Bridgette would thank him for it later.
CONFESSIONAL – Ronnie Anne
"So they actually kept Geoff around, can't say I expected that," Ronnie Anne chuckled while shaking her head. Oh this was just way too perfect. "At this point they may as well just hand me the million! Oh this is gonna be fun~"
"Welp, was nice playing with you guys but we all gotta go sometime!" Izzy gave everyone a farewell, wrapping Dawn in one more hug, before the psycho hose beast pulled out a smoke bomb. "Izzy out! Peace!"
POOF!
And in a puff of smoke, Izzy disappeared from sight. "Impressive!" Lincoln let out with a grin, always one to respect the art of a disappearing act.
"Eight contestants left, one million dollars on the line, and tensions higher than ever!" Chris began the outro as the camera panned back to him. "Will the super alliance prevail in getting rid of Ronnie Anne, or will keeping Geoff around be their biggest mistake yet? Find out all this and more next time on Total. Drama. Action!!!"