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| Show Five Part Two | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 21 2010, 05:14 PM (192 Views) | |
| ratrangerm | Feb 21 2010, 05:14 PM Post #1 |
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[The camera fades in to see the smiling face of one Simon O'Neal, aka the 'Mighty Bastard'. He leans against his prison wall, grey fedora hat tilted to the side, and seems relaxed.] SO: You ever hear of a 'Xanathos Gambit'? Basically, it's a long-winded plot that insures that, no matter what happens, the mastermind comes out ahead in the end. It's a shorthand way of remembering that you don't have to win every battle to win the war. A good gambit is a work of art... fortunately, you happen to see before you just the Mastermind to pull it off. [Simon 'cricks' his neck and pauses to remove his Ray-Bans, cleaning them off as he continues to speak.] SO: Suzie Machina won the Invincability in the Lumberjack match... good for her. And there are times in this contest when Invincability is so very very important. But this week isn't one of them. SO: You see, her victory means that Suzie stays this week- and Kevin McCabe goes. We're splitting up the duo before they can get other people on their side, then picking off each of the stragglers one by one by one... [Simon puts the glasses back on his head.] SO: How confident am I? I'm telling everyone to their face that this is our plan. And no one has the spine to stop us. [Simon chuckles as the camera fades to black] [The scene opens to Keisha Love, sitting in her cell. She's clad in a TDW tank top and boy-cut shorts, completing the look with tennis shoes. She has a rose in her hands, slowly picking off petals.] Keisha: We keep him. [She plucks another petal.] Keisha: We vote him out. [And another petal.] Keisha: We keep him. [And yet another petal.] Keisha: We vote him out. [She goes to pick another before "suddenly" noting the camera's presence.] Keisha: Oh! Didn't see you there. [She lets out a small chuckle.] Keisha: I'm just sitting here, trying to decide Suzie Machina's future. See, her fate is literally in my hands. [Her smile widens, the young woman quite enjoying this moment.] Keisha: Oh, sure. She won invincibility at the last show. But that's about the extent of her luck. Because, my boys and I, have the power where it really counts. See, we've got the numbers. So, I'm just wondering should I help a sista out or completely screw her over by voting out her last and only hope? [She smiles brightly.] Keisha: Let's see! We keep him. [Another petal.] Keisha: We vote him out. [You know the drill.] Keisha: We ke...ah Hell! Who am I kidding!?! [She tosses the flower over her shoulder and smirks.] Keisha: Time to pack those bags, Kevy! [With that, she throws back her head and cackles, the scene fading to black.] [Jack Keening reclines on the bunk of his cell, harsh light shining deep shadows across himself and his surroundings. His hands crossed, he speaks in a near monotone that just screams fatigue.] JK: I won't be cocky. Life's been too tough for me to be cocky at this point. I won't be flippant. Just 'cause I'm tired, mind you. Flippant is fun, and frankly, if you're in a prison fighting crazy people for a living, you take all the fun you can get. Nosir, the fact is, there's a war in motion. I'm not the biggest man in the game, the slickest operator, the fastest ... most handsome. Okay, I'm kind of a little lump of nothing that, were I an inanimate object, I'd be the one you'd lift the other objects so you could vacuum me up. I'm no diamond ring, remote control, or, hell, even a little bit of loose change you'd find in the couch cushions. I'm ... a dust bunny. [Let that sink in. Oh yes, he said it, and he knows what he said, too. Pulling his chairbell (that's right, the bell's still riveted to a chair) to his chest, Jack loosens his tie as he rolls to his side.] JK: Funny thing about dust bunnies. Nobody likes them. Smears of grey infect anything that touches them, they make you sneeze and what is up with that burnt smell that comes off of a dust bunny? No, nobody likes a dust bunny, but let me tell you something; you can't get rid of dust bunnies. You could vacuum up enough to fill 10,000 Build-a-Bear bears and STILL your home would be about 90% dust bunny. That's me... [Smoothly, Jack sits up, unfolds his chairbell, steps over it to sit informally and faces the camera (yes, the bell's on the underside of the chair. Clever, no?), a somber look on his face.] JK: For about fifteen years I've been kicked around, the black sheep of a famous family whose love for the business was so great and his shame at his status so deep that I have hidden myself from view. Nobody needed to know that I've played the victim lo these many years, only that I've kept busy. Time and time again, I've been swept under the rug, always out of mind but never really gone. Here, hidden, the whole time. But now, in the open, I wear many hats. Clown, fool ... possum. [His eyes boring deeply into those of the viewer, Jack stares at the camera.] JK: So what's the next step for Jack Keening? Well, let's just say that, if I'm successful, it'll be a step in the right direction and a good thing for Total Drama Wrestling. [Dead stare. Cut.] [ The camera fades in and you see Kevin McCabe just walking down the hallway and he seems to be going towards the kitchen. Kevin begins to speak ... ] Kevin McCabe: "So Suzie won the immunity this week and she can not be voted out of Total Drama Wrestling. But what exactly does that do for me. Does that make me the biggest target this week? Will this be the last time you see me inside the prison walls? Did the holy trio of O'Neal, Love and Keening outsmart all of us?" [McCabe suddenly stops and all of a sudden punches the wall with a closed fist ...] Kevin McCabe: "These walls can not stop me from doing what I plan on doing ... You wanna vote me out go ahead ... You think that is gonna hurt my feelings ... You think I am gonna beg to stay ... That is not what Kevin McCabe is all about ... I signed up for Total Drama Wrestling to hurt people and that is exactly what I did this week and what I have been doing the last few weeks ... And no one has stopped me ... Not O'Neal ... Not Love ... Not Keening ... Not Freebear ... Not Rio ..." [Kevin stares directly into the camera ...] Kevin McCabe: "So this is your chance to get out the one man who everyone is afraid of ... The one man who is in everyone's nightmare ... Because well if you don't then you will only suffer more at the hands of "Simply Sadistic" Kevin McCabe ... " [ Kevin then pushes the camera out of the way and continues his way towards the kitchen ...] [After all of the fighting is over, some of the TDW contestants leave their cells so as to form a secret cabal away from prying eyes. The camera follows one of these members who would seek to skew the voting results against one of the participants, moving very quietly so as not to arouse the suspicions of one... 338 pound wrestler?] Freebear: Gabby, Suzie... Congrats on the win, BTW. [THIS ISN'T YOUR GRANDFATHER'S SECRET ALLIANCE!!! We find the American Freebear joining a meeting held by current immunity-holder Suzie Machina and Gabrielle Riopaah, big Freebear coming in late and plopping down on a half-smashed mattress. Suzie begins to speak.] Suzie: Thanks American. [OH SHIT, THEY'RE ON A FIRST NAME BASIS TOO!] Suzie: Alright peeps; as we all know, Simon O'Neal, Keisha Love and Jack Keening have combined forces to form... an ALLIANCE. Left unchecked, they'll be able to combine votes and remove each and every one of us in turn. As the current immunity-holder, I say we stop them now. Freebear: It's a sure bet that the American Freebear isn't the kind of animal to wait until the hunters come along and shoot it down from the skies; AW HELL NAW!! Freebear wants'a bite outta that ALLIANCE, smash the thing just as dead as if I did my Bear Force One moonsault on it! Gabby: Oi! Southern Man! Keep your 'ead! Don't forget what the booker said! It's not moonsaults that win this competition, it's votes! Bloody 'eck, democracy's wonderful, innit? Freebear: Oi? Who invited British neal Young? Seriously, I'm just having my fun here, scarin' folks with my roller skates, smashin' em with my mighty faggot... Why'd they have to ruin everything? I say we combine votes, make certain one of these dweebs don't make it for the next show and I'll see what bearbrained scheme I can come up with next! [Suzie slams her hands down empathetically on the mattress, having far less dramatic effect than you would expect.] Suzie: This game isn't going to go to the strongest, or the most skilled wrestler, or even necessarily the smartest. It's going to go to whoever has the numbers. So today? We get those numbers, stop ourselves from being picked off one by one. And we make everyone who would have done that pay. Now, there's the question of who we go after. [The camera cuts away before we can see the end of the meeting. Suspense~!] [And now, it's that fateful moment... dinner has been finished as Randy Grant walks up to the front of the dining room. Already at the table up front is a big box.] RG: You've all casted your votes and had yourself what I hope was a somewhat satisfying dinner... now it's time to present the trophies to those who will be with us next show... and to send home one of you seven. But as you already know, one of you will move on to next week... Suzie Machina, come up and get your trophy. [And Machina does so, with Grant now surveying the rest of the competitors.] RG: And now, the next trophy goes to... Keisha Love. [A smile forms on Keisha's face as she heads up to claim her trophy.] RG: The next trophy goes to... Gabby RioPaah. [Gabby heads up to claim her trophy as well. Randy then turns to face the four men.] RG: I have to say, I'm pretty impressed with how the women have survived these votes... they'll all continue, but meanwhile, one of you dudes has spent your last week here on TDW. And one of those who will continue his TDW run is... Jack Keening. [Jack has a slight smile as he heads up to claim his trophy. And now, time for the dramatic music... though it doesn't last that long.] RG: And also continuing is... American Freebear. [The Freebear heads up to take his rightful prize. The camera cuts to McCabe, who looks a bit agitated... and then to O'Neal, who has a confident smirk on his face.] RG: Gentlemen... I have up here the final trophy. The one who gets this trophy will move on to the next round of competition. The one who does not... is O-U-T, out! And now, I won't waste too much of your time... [Cue dramatic music.] RG: Well, actually... we gotta build suspense. [Yes, we do. Cut to McCabe. To O'Neal. To Grant. As we play dramatic music. To build tension. Repeating the cycle of cuts. Until we finally reach... ...the moment of truth. Randy picks up that final trophy. And... Makes it official.] RG: Kevin McCabe. [McCabe no longer looks agitated, though he isn't smiling or looking relieved either, as he stands up to get his prize. His eyes growing wide, Jack Keening covers his mouth, a peep of joy escaping him. At that very moment, Simon turns to face him. The pair lock eyes, and too quickly, before any threat is really presented, Jack runs like hell. O'Neal realizes as Jack exits the room that he's been screwed by one of his allies. SO: Jack! [And it's off to the races. O'Neal disappears through the door before he can be escorted out of the room.] RG: Actually... it wouldn't have mattered how Jack voted. Simon still would have had the majority of votes to be kicked off. Hopefully, Raymond will catch up to Simon before anything happens to Jack... and hopefully Raymond didn't forget the taser. [He shrugs.] RG: Anyway... the five of you, along with Jack Keening, are still safe... ...for now. Get plenty of rest tonight... because there will be another challenge awaiting you next time. [Fade out.] |
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| Smartypants101 | Feb 21 2010, 06:16 PM Post #2 |
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Most. Surprising. Episode. Ever. Must...regroup... LOL
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| crimsonjoe | Feb 21 2010, 10:28 PM Post #3 |
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The Luther Burger
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IC: [Simon O'Neal stands in front of the TDW logo immediately after being eliminated] SO: OK, Who taught McCade, Machina, Freebear and Gabby how to count to four? Because I know I didn't. I'm sure Keisha didn't. And I'm not even sure Jack Keening could. [With a disgusted shake of his head, Simon walks off] OOC: Excellent episode- Gotta admit I was surprised. Nice work by everyone... |
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