Izzy wins!

Two scoreboards hung overhead: one for Bridgette, one for Izzy. All eyes trained on them to see which had the higher score. Gasps rang out as they saw that one scoreboard read 50. "It looks like we have ourselves a winner," announced Blaineley. "Let's a round of applause to... IZZY!"

"NO!" Cried Bridgette, slamming her fists on the table. Her eyes watered as she stared up at her lackluster score of 46.

"Alright! Izzy for the win!" cheered the redhead.

The audience applauded and Blaineley walked over to the limbless lunatic. "Congratulations, Izzy. You've proven to the world that you don't need hands to make a pig out of yourself. How do you feel?" Izzy opened her mouth to answer but what came out was a lengthy, eardrum-bursting belch that last a solid twenty seconds. Blainely wound up sprayed in whipped cream and dollops of filling but managed to keep her cool. "Charming. Now then, since you also managed to meet our bonus challenge, you have a chance to regrow two of your limbs. What'll it be?"

Izzy took a moment to consider it before saying, "Ehhhh, I'll get back to you on that."

"Aheh, this isn't optional. Pick two limbs already," ordered Blaineley.

"True but it's not like I have to pick them right away."

"Yes, you do. We don't have all day."

"Nuh uh, that's not what the contract says."

"Yes it does....doesn't it?"

All the contestants turned to Courtney for her take on the matter. "What? What are you looking at me for?"

"Are you kidding? You never shut up about the shows' contracts," Gwen pointed out.

"Yeah, it's kinda your thing," Sierra backed up. :Aside from being a CIT and Duncan's ex."

"My lawyers read the contracts for me," she stated. "It's like a dictionary. Who has time to read all of that?"

"I did!" sang Izzy. "We have to receive whatever punishment we get right away but it doesn't say anything about the rewards."

Blaineley scoffed, "Oh, please. Like you expect me to believe that you read the-" She was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone and paused to answer it. "What? We're in the middle......uh huh....WHAT? She can!? Uh, fine." Blaineley hung up the phone and glared at the cheeky champion. "Alright, fine. Take your sweet time. But if you don't claim it by the next episode, don't come crying to us."

"Wait, what do you mean next episode?" Heather inquired. "I was told this was a one time thing."

"And you believed that?" Laughed Blaineley. "This isn't a special. It's a mini-series! Izzy's anti-climatic win marks the end of our two-parter pilot."

"WHAT!?" the girls exclaimed.

"And that's not all. Because we have a shorter length than an average Total Drama season, only the first ten girls to be changed will get to continue."

"But there's seven of us left," said Sadie.

"That's right. Which means that tomorrow, only five of you will get to move on to the next challenge. Whoever hasn't been changed by the next episode will not get to compete for the grand prize."

"So you're tellin' me we gotta come back here again and again?!" Leshawna gawked.

"At least until you get eliminated. Until then, I've been insert Blaineley's full name here and this has been Total...Drama...Fetish!