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Episode One Part Two
Topic Started: Oct 28 2009, 05:49 PM (175 Views)
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[You hear the voice over of Randy Grant.]

RG: And now, we bring you the aftermath of the first ever episode of Total Drama Wrestling... just exactly how is everyone getting along? Well... our cameras were everywhere to tell you exactly what was happening!

[And off we go to those cameras!

[Seated on the prison cot is one Simon O'Neal. O'Neal tosses the roll of quarters into the air and catches them absent-mindedly as he addresses the camera.]

SO: I knew I'd do well here. But once I saw my competition... well, I didn't realized it was going to be _this_ easy.

[He smirks]

SO: So now we're all here and carpet- boy won the first prize. Yay him. But while everyone else is settling in, I need to plot my next move. And that's to find a couple of suckers to form an alliance with- and by 'alliance', I mean 'play meatshield and take bullets meant for me'. I need to find people who could prove useful but are gullible morons that will follow my plans. Fortunately for me, when you look up 'gullible' in the dictionary, you find the Keenings. So that takes care of one of them. Grab him, grab one other, keep them around until they are needed... and then let them go, and watch from my view on Victory Lane."

[The camera fades in and you can hear sounds of lightning and thunder outside of the wonderful holding cell where Kevin McCabe is seen just standing facing the wall...]

Kevin McCabe: "In most stories a storm usually foreshadows that something awful is about to occur. A storm is an indicator that evil and darkness is just around the corner, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on its prey. That evil may be in the form of some supernatural being... a deranged monster..."

[ McCabe lifts his head from his hands and stares forward into the camera, his face being pelted with the falling rain, but his eyes totally oblivious to the downpour. ]

Kevin McCabe: "... or a psychotic madman."

[ Kevin begins to wring his hands together ... ]

Kevin McCabe: "Some would assume that the storm follows the madman wherever he goes. But I beg to differ, as it is the madman who follows the storm. The storm is a safe-haven for the madman. It is his place of nuture, as he feels at home in it. Evil is not allowed to manifest itself in peaceful conditions, so therefore a storm is the perfect place for the evil to come out."

[ A crack of lightning comes crashing down and another jolt of thunder sounds off as McCabe sits down on his bed.]

Kevin McCabe: "For the madman does not believe in hope, as hope has abandoned him a long time ago. The madman knows that hope is an ill-belief for the weak to cling to. Hope... is non-existent.

The madman follows the storm, for the storm is his guide. He needs the storm. He needs the thunder. He needs the lightning. He needs the rain."

[ Kevin thrusts his arms out and begins screaming at the top of his lungs. ]

Kevin McCabe: "I need the storm. I need the storm! I NEED THE STORM!"

[ He becomes quiet after this and lowers his head. McCabe remains silent for a few seconds and then begins mumbling to himself. ]

Kevin McCabe: "I need the thunder. I need the lightning. I need the rain. I need ..."

[ His mumbling trails off and he just seems to be mouthing words with no sound coming from his mouth. As another series of thunder and lightning go off McCabe just stares off into the distance as the camera begins to slowly fade to out.]

Keisha Love makes her way through the prison and grins, obviously quite pleased with her performance. She rounds a corner and pauses as she hears a familiar voice.

"You know, I've had a couple of indiscretions that landed me in a jail or two..."

From the side, Simon O'Neal enters, dusting off his grey fedora. He places it back on his head. "But I don't think I've ever seen a fellow prisoner dressed so nicely before."

Keisha folds her arms across her chest and regards him with an amused smile. “Mr. O’Neal.” She cocks her head to the side. “Why do I have the feeling I’m not the first woman that’s heard that line?”

"I'm just saying that you're much better looking than the usual type who..." Simon pauses, tilting his head and lost in thought for a moment. Then he shakes his head. "No- this isn't going to work on you."

“What isn’t going to work on me?”

"Well... my usual M.O. is to find an attractive woman, flatter her, and charm her into helping me out. But you..." Simon waves a finger in Keisha's direction. "You're onto me. I don't think cheap flattery is going to work this time."

“Well, that’s certainly astute.” She smiles despite herself. “So, what else you got?”

Simon nods, "OK, speaking as one professional to another then... we need alliances to survive whatever this place is throwing at us. You know that. And I'd much rather have you on my side than as someone trying to knock me out of here. So I propose a deal- we work together until the end."

She pauses for a moment, looking him over, before speaking again. “Well, you’re certainly the most intelligent person I’ve run into since I signed up for this. And I have to admit that there’s something that I like about you.” She pauses again. “Plus, you’re right. No one can win this alone. So, I’m in.”

Simon extends his hand, "I believe, Ms. Love, that we have a deal."

[Cut to Suzie Machina’s prison cell, as spartan and dismal as a prison cell should be. Suzie sits on her bed, rocking back and forth. She’s shaking. She’s shaking a lot. Is it fear? It looks like it might be, until you catch a glimpse at her sickly-looking face. We quickly cut to a flushed Suzie in a camera confessional.]
SM: Last night, I was... sick. Not even very sick, to be honest. I just really needed a hit. I’m too tired to put that in euphemism.
[Back to the cell, where Machina discovers that she has a visitor. She looks up to see Kevin McCabe rapping at the bars of her cell. McCabe is just standing there and staring at Suzie. Suzie gets up and stumbles over there.]
SM: What do you want?
KM: Long night huh ... But that is not the reason I am here. I heard you like getting violent and I think if we team up in this little thing we could cause some havoc maybe break even a couple of bones.
SM: Jeez, I’ m already being pidgeonholed as the violent chick. You snuggle up with a chair one time and you get a reputation.
KM: Well would you rather been known as the violent chick or a blonde bombshell.
SM: Point taken. You know what Kevin? It’s a good offer. And I do like wreaking havoc. Just give me some time to decide. After all, I haven’t really seen what you’re made of yet.
KM: You will and trust me it will be in your best interest to consider this offer ...
[Kevin walks away and Suzie stumbles back over to the bed which she begins to rock back and forth again ...]

[Cut, Simon O'Neal in a hallway just outside the prison laundry area. He's wearing his traditional grey fedora hat and Ray-Bans. Suddenly, a sniffling sound is heard as he passes a closed closet door.]

SO: What was that?

[O'Neal opens the door, and inside, cradling his knees is an overly brown (hair and eyes) caucasian male in a similarly brown and frumpled suit. Looking up with bleary eyes, he looks at once fearful and hopeful.]

SO: You're one of the Keenings, aren't you?

[Fear dissipates on the man's face. He smooths back his hair and stands, unsteadily, then smooths down his suit, trying to summon up his confidence.]

JK: Ah, yes, thank you for noticing. Jack Keening. Just Jack, it's not short for Johnathan, that's my cousin.

SO: You all have the same look. I worked with your cousins Mike and Jason. Or uncles, brothers, nephews... however you guys are related.

JK: Cousins. Ken's our uncle Fireball.

[Simon nods, a little amused by Jack's blurting of seemingly semi-random facts.]

SO: I knew you could be trusted- that's why I tried to help you at in that first challenge. Find the foreign object in the laundry room?"

[Jack's vision abstracts for a moment until he realizes what O'Neal means. Recovering the ring bell from the closet, he pops the tiny attached hammer off and taps it once.]

*ding*

JK: Is that where this was?

[Beat. Jack notices the nearby door leading to that same room.]

JK: Ah. Didn't get far, did I...

[Simon looks around again and lowers his voice.]

SO: Look, the key to surviving something like TDW is teamwork and trust. Just like a tag team. And given your background, I figure you're the best person a guy could have for a partner in a place like this. So I was hoping that we could watch each other's back? I mean, I saw a couple people that...

[Simon shakes his head.]

SO: Well, I'm surprised they aren't really in a prison- like that really hairy, repulsive-looking one... you know, with the Samoans?

[Simon shudders]

SO: I'm just saying, I think it'd help both of us to work together. What do you think?"

JK: I think--

[Abruptly, Jack snatches a microphone out of his jacket.]

JK: That you're a fine young man, and I believe that we could work together quite well. Now, Simon is it, what brings you to Total Drama Wrestling? Did they trick you into participating like some others? Inquiring minds what to know.

[Simon pauses ... and blinks ... and then mutters under his breath.]

SO: What the hell...?

[Smiling, Simon takes the microphone.]

SO: Well, Jack, I'm here to impress all of the fans out there by winning the TDW challenge. I'm an experienced tag team wrestler, and with a good partner, I know I could go far.

[Pursing his lips, Jack nods his head the entire time Simon speaks, then retorts, quick as a whip.]

JK: And how do you react to reports that a certain “Freebear” has stated that, unequivocally, he will not only take home the prize, but he'll be hanging an O'Neal head on his wall? By all accounts, he's taken an instant, deep and abiding dislike to you.

SO: Huh? The guy with the fur coat? But I haven't even...

JK: It's true. And the way I see it, someone should do away with that walking carpet before he consumes us all. Have you seen how much he can eat?

[Simon blinks and pauses, reassessing his new 'partner' as he stares at the 'reporter']

SO: Obviously, he's a threat. One that we all should keep an eye on.

JK: And remember, you can trust me. I'm a Keening.

SO: Uh-huh. [He watches Keening carefully, like seeing a new snake for the first time.]

JK: Indeed. So, partners?

SO: [With a smirk] Absolutely...

[O'Neal walks away, turning back to watch Keening from the corner of his eye as he does so]

JK: Hm. Maybe this'll be fun after all. Keening OUT~!

[Half dancing, Jack struts off in the opposite direction, humming a jaunty tune. From the other hallway, Simon watches and mutters...]

SO: A Keening who's trying to manipulate people. That's adorable... like watching a puppy going after Cujo.

[He laughs as he walks down the hallway]

[And fade into a final shot.]
Kevin McCabe: " I am gonna show you how much I hate you...I am gonna show you how much I despise you."

[ McCabe suddenly stops as he has that leather strap in his hands and is seen just talking to himself ...]

Kevin McCabe : " I told you I needed the storm to exist....And now you are all seeing _THE STORM_...."

[ Kevin storms out of the view of the camera as he is seen still holding that leather strap ... ]

[And fade back to Randy Grant, who has been sitting in the security area, observing this on the see-all, know-all cameras that are throughout the prison.]

RG: Seriously... that McCabe dude is starting to creep me out... [slight snickering] and I like it... because creepy dudes in prison equal ratings and excitement!

So just what will come of McCabe and Machina... who can really trust who among O'Neal, Keening and Love... and will that waterbed American Freebear won be able to handle his weight and his penchant for midnight snacking?

Find out next time on Total... Drama... Wrestling!

[Fade out.]
"Just as I discovered the meaning of life, it changed." -- George Carlin
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