"Episode 2 - Enthusiasm"
Pearl Islands Tuesday, June 12th 2018
~Previously, on OCW Survivor: Three tribes were created, with five wrestlers on each tribe. One extra member, Zybala, was sent to Exile Island, where he had a 'unique' experience involving volleyballs, magic fish, and orangutans. The tribes were asked to name themselves, which turned out to be a major problem for the Red Tribe. The Cantadora Tribe proved themselves to be a force, dominating the Tribal Immunity Challenge. In part due to being unable to agree on a name and being penalized, the Red Tribe (later finally named the Blue Dragons) fell at the challenge, and were forced to go to Tribal Council. The Lost Soul took the brunt of the blame and became the first wrestler eliminated from OCW Survivor.~
THE BLUE DRAGONS
After Tribal Council
~The Blue Dragons Tribe is shown making their way back into camp, bringing with them their newest member, Zybala. You would think, after a stressful Tribal Council, there would be a lot of anxiety and fatigue from the tribe members. You would be mistaken, as the energy level still seems high.~
Harold Jones: Woo! We won! I thought they said it was hard to win Survivor? We all literally just won.
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Harold, we didn't win the show. We just didn't lose. We cut out the dead weight of The Lost Soul and replaced him with whoever the hell this guy is.
Curt Canon: Guys I had a great idea...Lets call ourselves the Blue Dragons!!
~Zybala looks around at his new teammates then at the volleyball mask. He ponders for a moment then tosses the mask over his shoulder.~
Zybala: Don't need you any more. Hi gang!
Harold Jones: Oh hey Zybala! Do you know when we all get picked up and get showered with riches for winning this game?
Zybala: I have no clue. all I know is that TLS is gonna have a hard time with my army of orangutans.
~Apparently Zybala believes that The Lost Soul went to Exile Island... instead of Ponderosa, the special holding area where Survivor contestants are taken after being voted out (or medically evacuated).~
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: New guy, this is my place. Do not cross the line around of my place. You are not allowed to cross the line unless you are officially sworn in as an evil minion to the Church of the Most Awesome and Unholy. Trespassers will be violated. There's a reason Curt smells like the lightly alcohol yeast-flavored piss-water you people call beer. Anointing him with flat, lukewarm, nonalcoholic Pabst Blue Ribbon was a warning shot.
~Zybala looks horrified.~
Zybala: Ugh! P.B.R.? That was a warning?! In Buffalo, we can that a crime against taste buds. But stay out of your cabin, gotcha. Also, a question. I ran into a fish a few days ago who claimed that it could grant me a wish if I let it go, but I ate it instead hoping to absorb it's magic. Does magic work that way?
~Julliet raises an eyebrow at their new addition to the team.~
Julliet Brooks: I wouldn't trust a fish who says that... just like you wouldn't a orangutan. I have yet to find the one who stole my alcohol. Damn pesky things.
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Not here it doesn't. Mutagenic properties inherent to the flesh of a creature that would alter a consumer to grant an aspect of the creature's power requires a monster core, which your world lacks the mana to produce, a high tier elemental creature, which your world lacks because I can feel that I'm literally the strongest Sea-aligned ley line here, or a ridiculously mana-rich area, which again I would be able to feel because if it were a fish that'd be Ice, Sea, or Water-based mana.
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: That fish totally lied to you.
~Zybala stares at the strangely attractive dragon lady for a moment.~
Zybala: Mother fucker! I really wanted to use magic! God, I've played D&D and Magic: The Gathering for years and I always wanted magic! Now I'm stuck at the normal, moderately attractive, super successful wrestler. The things I could have done with magic!
~Zybala pouts and laments.~
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Swear to serve the Lord of Dusk, Arimus, and I might be able to offer you a teensy weensy bit of magical power. DnD terms, they'd be cantrips at first. But in time they would grow and blossom into proper clerical casting as the Church of the Most Awesome and Unholy grows in power. Though if you betray the Church, which means voting against me, you lose your magic and suffer from a dire curse. Which could be anything from keeling over dead on the spot, to having your dick and balls rot off, to losing all urethra or anus use privileges for the rest of forever.
Zybala: Hmmmmm. Magic, or horrible pain.... I will have to think about it.
~Time goes by, as the tribe gets some rest after a hard first few days. Harold has spent the last several hours staring out into the ocean waiting for the crew to come pick them up and celebrate their victory.~
Harold Jones: I’m thinking you guys might be right. Nobody seems to be coming for us. Alright... in case of emergency situation... who are we eating first?
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: You're disqualified if you kill another contestant. Because I specifically asked about that. Well, not specifically about cannibalizing tribemates, but murdering you all and raising you up as loyal undead servitors.
~Kalinda shrugs and scratches her head.~
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Production was most displeased with that idea, since drama within the tribes is like a big ratings motivator and they agreed that for the most part turning a goodly chunk of the OCW roster into loyal, slavering ghouls would generally be an improvement on your personalities, they reminded me that murder is still a crime. Then when I asked if it was okay if I did my murders off camera and took care to conceal the evidence, and then happened to raise the dead tribemate as an undead servitor, because "Well, they're already dead, no sense on letting them go to waste." They brought up the whole conflict and ratings thing, and also because I was telling them about this in advance that it would be premeditation which would up the severity of the crime...
~She claps her hands.~
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: So yeah! No murdering and eating the other tribe members. So the first one will basically be whoever keels over dead first. And if the cause of death is starvation, well, I'm not going to be dying. I have an elemental furnace for a digestive system. If I need to I can subsist off tree branches, rocks, sand, or dirt.
~Kalinda gestures to the trees nearby.~
Kalinda Kriegsdottir: Though if it comes to that, I'm honestly going to eat some motherfucking trees if like all the animals on the island are dead and the fish come down with a plague that gives them disgusting zits that will make you fart until you die. Because I've eaten human flesh before and it's pretty gross. Very greasy, very gamey. Meat from critters that eat meant tends to taste awful for the most part. I think it's due to a uric acid buildup in the flesh?
~Zybala gives the other worldly necromancer mage dragon person a knowing look and sly smile.~
Zybala: That's because you haven't had my cooking. I can make any food taste delicious. ANY food....
Harold Jones: So now I guess there is another challenge tonight... tonight we will dominate!
~Harold works to fire up his team, and probably to get them to stop talking about eating other tribes members.~
VERDE VIP's TRIBE
~We see the sun coming up for Verde VIP's, as everyone is clustered around, sleeping as much as they can. It wasn't the greatest of nights. Only one member is up and moving around at this hour: The Uber Man. He appears to be fully awake, as he has made some carved wooden spears. He gathers up the spears, looks towards the overgrowth of the jungle, and heads that direction.~
The Uber Man: It is time... for adventure!
~Uber Man heads off into the jungle, his destination unknown. Eventually, everyone else on the tribe starts to wake up, pulling themselves together.~
Matt Meyhu: We nearly slept through the next challenge! Let's get going here people. Someone get a fire going. Let's get ourselves fed and win this next one. Second place isn't good enough! ...and someone wake Sammy up.
~Sammy 3.0 is still lying where he was set down the night before. Is it possible the android's battery has died? Someone needs to build in solar panels. Meyhu heads over to pull him up.~
Ed Houston: Thank goodness NASA cares about survival both on and off the planet!
~Ed gets to work on the fire, with Meyhu joining in. Zamota just watches from the side, content to relax for now before the challenge. Sammy 3.0, of course, still isn't moving.~
THE CANTADORA TRIBE
A New Day
~Chad Vargas is up early. He looks around at his tribemates who are still fast asleep. All except Wentz, he thinks he may be dead somewhere in the jungle. If so, Vargas may need to instill the help of Detective Puffer to locate his dead body. That could come in handy down the road. Vargas drains the main vein after a long sleep. Looking around at his surroundings his eye catches something. He shoves his action Jackson back into his pants (after shaking it twice of course).~
~Vargas walks to the tree in question he reaches down and grabs.... Is it a immunity idol!? No... Much better... The camera picks up what the item is. A Thompson sub machine gun! What's that doing here!? Vargas shrugs as he grabs the firearm checking it over. This thing is an antique! Vargas slings it over his shoulder and races back to his tribe mates.~
Chad Vargas: Wake up mother fuckers!!! Let's go hunting!!! A hunting we must go!!!
~The tribe wakes up, slow at first. Their speed hastens immensely once they see the deadly weapon. Puffer heads off into the woods. The tribe wonders why he's been so quiet lately. The prevailing theory centers around the fact that he's doing some serious writing in the woods. Thankfully, rumor has it the writing is nearing its end which means Puffer will return to his active self. Vargas watches as Puffer disappears into the woods. Feeling completely disrespected as he totally ignores him. ~
Chad Vargas: No, then!? Don't worry fuckface, ill go hunting myself!
~Vargas looks around at his other tribe mates TIO and Annie. Neither are interested. Vargas shrugs them off tossing the tommy gun over his shoulder and heads off into the woods the opposite direction Puffer went.~
Chad Vargas: I'll eat the god damn meat myself! WEAK ASS LAZY ASS SUMBITCHES!!!!
~Vargas disappears into the jungle, armed and ready.~
The Incredible One: There's another challenge coming up! I feel ready to go! These comfort items have made tribe life super easy. Let's show everyone our first win wasn't lucky, and we can continue to dominate.
~The tribe starts to pull together. Meanwhile, after the sounds of some serious gunfire, Vargas reappears out of the jungle.~
Chad Vargas: Lets go for 2 in a row lady and gents! And Wentz!!!! Wherever the fuck you are!!!! I hope you wipe your ass that's been the longest shit ever taken!!!
~Hopefully, Wentz didn't just get shot up out there.~
Annie Alvarez: Good ol' challenge night. Oh, how I do NOT miss these.
~Annie looks her tribe mates over, none of them seem like they care about the challenge - except for TIO - but he is always extra excited about one thing or another.~
Annie Alvarez: Let's go kick some ass and make sure that we stay on top of this game. As long as we can knock these challenges out and keep everyone on board.. we should be good.
~The group begins to gather. Thankfully, Wentz suddenly appears out of the jungle, with no new bullet holes added in. The tribe heads off.~
TRIBAL IMMUNITY CHALLENGE #2
Test of Teamwork & Strength
~We get an aerial view of the challenge area, where apparently a large series of platforms have been set up. Each platform has an incline to get up to them, and it appears to increase on each subsequent platform. At the bottom of each incline is an object. The first few appear to be round, but they seem to get more edged further along as well. We cut back to the front area, where Pryde is waiting for the tribes to each make their entrances.~
Pryde: Cantadora, come on in. Verde VIP's, join us. And finally, you two tribes get your first look at the new Blue Dragons tribe. The Lost Soul voted out at the last Tribal Council.
~There's a few surprised looks at the fact that a veteran of the game went out first, but a few were clearly expecting it.~
Pryde: So, here we are at another Tribal Immunity Challenge. Cantadora, you got to have the sensation of the clean win last time. I'm sure you're feeling good here today. Blue Dragons, I hope you've found a way to unify your tribe. Verde VIP's, you clearly look pumped up... wait... where's the Uber Man?
~The tribe looks around and shrugs. Meyhu steps forward.~
Matt Meyhu: He headed off into the jungle on some sort of adventure. He hasn't come back yet.
Pryde: Well... sucks for you guys, you're going into this one short-handed. And, y'know... that kind of screws up my plans here. Dammit, Uber Man. Okay, look, let's even this out. Cantadora, choose someone to sit...
~Before Pryde can even finish, Anthony Wentz is shoved forward. He looks back, shrugs, and goes off to take a seat, not really caring.~
Pryde: Okay then. Now, what about you, Blue Dragons? Who's sitting out?
~The five members of the Blue Dragons discuss it for a minute, taking into account what they've seen up ahead. Julliet Brooks, although a little annoyed, walks away, taking a seat next to Wentz.~
Pryde: There now. That's better. Let's talk about the challenge. You all believe you're the strongest in the world, but it's been a few nights of limited food and water, plus all of the hard labor you've had to do to get your camps set up. So today, we thought we'd test that strength.
~Pryde points to the set-up behind him, where three separate paths are set up.~
Pryde: As you can see, you're going to be needing to lift these heavy, metal...
~There are already a few laughs in the group, but Pryde was ready for this.~
Pryde: Spheres... that will need to be moved up into the proper positions on the platforms. The weight increases greatly from platform to platform, and, as you can see, not all the objects are completely round. This is a test of how well you can work as a team to get these blocks into place. When you place your last item up on the platform, a flag will rise, signifying the winner. Now, who wants to know what the winners are playing for?
~The group is excited to see, so Pryde reaches over and pulls the cover off the table beside him. On the table appears to be a set-up of food, everything from buckets of rice and beans to stacks of cheeses and other foods. There is also a cage with several chickens in it. It's a veritable buffet of food.~
Pryde: The winners gets to replenish your strength with a healthy dose of food. The second place team goes back to their tribe with nothing, but the last place tribe will be facing Tribal Council. Sound good?
~The tribes cheer, working to fire themselves up.~
Pryde: Alright then, let's get into position... oh, wait... silly me. I forgot one thing. All of you? You're going to all be tied together. Hope you don't mind getting close with your compatriots.
~That causes a few rude comments, especially from Vargas.~
Pryde: Let's get to it!
~We cut to a few minutes later, as all of the tribes are waiting in order at the starting line. They've chosen the order they wanted to be tied, trying to balance out their strengths. Pryde stands to the side, watching with a smirk.~
Pryde: On your marks... get set... go!
~All three tribes hurry forward, although they all immediately experience difficulties as the ropes attaching them don't give that much. Annie stumbles when Vargas yanks her along, falling forward and causing another string of curse words from Vargas. The Incredible One tries to untangle them, and Puffer wades in as well. The Verde VIP's are having similar troubles, but they're doing a little better, managing to reach the first sphere. They try to figure out how to surround it. More shockingly is the Blue Dragons, who have already started moving their sphere of the platform, with Kalinda shouting orders and Canon & Zybala working well below the sphere to get it moving.~
Pryde: Wow, looks like adding Zybala to the mix might make a tremendous difference for the Blue Dragons!
~The Blue Dragons get their sphere into place, with Jones giving it a final shove to lock it into position. They continue on to the next platform, as the Verde VIP's are right behind, getting theirs up the hill as well. The Cantadora tribe follow behind, rocking their sphere forward, with Detective Puffer trying his hardest to regain some ground by organizing the group.~
Pryde: The Cantadora tribe making up a little with good strategy from the detective!
~All three teams meet up on the second platform, with Kalinda trying to fire up her team once again. However, she's not pushing herself, which is causing a bit of struggle from the rest of the team. Zybala yells for some magic powers to help out, but the Verde VIP's have overtaken them, with Meyhu leading the way.~
Pryde: This one's looking like it's going to be close here, it's anyone's game.
~The Verde VIP's get their second sphere in place, but it doesn't seem to be locking in. Sammy 3.0, shockingly, is helping out, as the android uses his arms to twist the ball around, trying to set it in. The Blue Dragons have managed to reorganize, moving their second sphere up into place. The Cantadora tribe are starting to fall behind, as Annie and Vargas have been arguing ever since the way things began. The Incredible One looks a little more tired than usual, trying to do it on his own, while Detective Puffer is the only one really trying to pull them together.~
Pryde: Who's going to get to the third and final platform first?
~A loud click is heard as Harold manages to turn the second sphere the right direction, and it settles into the lock. The Blue Dragons cheer and start to celebrate, but Zybala quickly stops that, wanting to reach the third platform. They start moving the final object up the steep incline, using the bodies of Curt & Jones as a slingshot of sorts, while Zybata and Kalinda haul from either side. The Verde VIPs are still struggling with their second sphere, but Sammy 3.0 & Meyhu finally get it turned the right way. However, it's allowed the Cantadora group to catch up, as Puffer's really doing everything he can to get his team moving.~
Pryde: Lots of effort, but little gained if you don't finish in front of the other tribes!
~The Blue Dragons are way ahead now, thanks to the surprising amount of teamwork being shown. They have now managed to get up the incline with the final object, almost a square block of solid metal. With a final heave, the Blue Dragons shove it forward, and it falls into the lock... at an angle. But the group quickly surrounds the block and twists it, communicating as one unit, and the block falls in, causing the red flag to fly!~
Pryde: The Blue Dragons win the prize!!
~The fight, of course, isn't over, as neither tribe left wants to go to Tribal Council. The Verde VIP's are forcing their block up inch by inch, refusing to stop, although Zamota looks absolutely spent, and Houston isn't much better. The Cantadora tribe has almost caught up to them, but it's taken a ton of energy to get them in contention. Even with Puffer's shouting of encouragement, the incline seems to be getting the best of them.~
Pryde: Dig deep if you don't want somebody to be going home!
~It doesn't look like the Cantadora tribe has a lot left, but they're not giving up. It appears to be all for naught, though, as the Verde VIP's have finally found traction, shoving up their block the last few steps to get it over onto the platform. Meyhu gives it one final shove, and the block... slides into place! The flag raises, and the Verde VIP's collapse around the block, having nothing left.~
Pryde: And that does it! Verde VIP's are safe!
~More profanity sprays out for the Contadora tribe, although exhaustion is keeping them from saying too much. The ropes are removed, and it looks like almost everyone has a bit of rope burn.~
Pryde: Blue Dragons, impressive turnaround! You did what needed to be done, and kept yourselves away from elimination. Congratulations!
~Zybata, Canon, and Jones do a strange twisting and turning dance of some sort, while Kalinda and Julliet look on, amused.~
Pryde: Verde VIP's, you're safe for tonight. But it's a second place finish once again. Contadora tribe, I'm afraid I'll be seeing you at Tribal Council.
~Puffer doesn't look like he can believe it. The Incredible One appears frustrated, and Vargas & Alvarez can't stop glaring at each other. Meanwhile, Anthony Wentz appears to be taking a siesta.~
Pryde: So, one more point of business before you all head out.... Exile Island business...
~That brings everyone's eyes back to Pryde.~ Pryde: You see, the island needs to be occupied. And who says it has to be just one person? I find myself inclined to send the top performers of each tribe over there, for their chance to search the island once again. So let's see. ~Pryde studies all of the wrestlers for a moment, before making his decisions.~ Pryde: Zybala? Meyhu? And Puffer? You three come with me. Oh, and that means, by the way, Puffer, you'll be missing Tribal Council. Congrats and condolences, you have no vote this time. That means it's up to the other four to decide who's going home. See you guys later. The rest of you, I'll see at the next challenge. Have a good hike back! ~Zybala, Meyhu, and Puffer go with Pryde, with Zybala telling the other two that he'll show them around "his" island. The rest head out, with the three competing members of the Contadora tribe looking pretty dejected.~
~That brings everyone's eyes back to Pryde.~
Pryde: You see, the island needs to be occupied. And who says it has to be just one person? I find myself inclined to send the top performers of each tribe over there, for their chance to search the island once again. So let's see.
~Pryde studies all of the wrestlers for a moment, before making his decisions.~
Pryde: Zybala? Meyhu? And Puffer? You three come with me. Oh, and that means, by the way, Puffer, you'll be missing Tribal Council. Congrats and condolences, you have no vote this time. That means it's up to the other four to decide who's going home. See you guys later. The rest of you, I'll see at the next challenge. Have a good hike back!
~Zybala, Meyhu, and Puffer go with Pryde, with Zybala telling the other two that he'll show them around "his" island. The rest head out, with the three competing members of the Contadora tribe looking pretty dejected.~
~One by one, the four wrestlers up for elimination on the Cantadora tribe make their way down.~
Pryde: Welcome, Cantadora Tribe. Since this is your first visit, please pick up your torches and light them here in the central fire pit. Remember that the fire on your torch represents life on the island. You do not want that fire to go out. Once it is extinguished, your time in the game will be over.
~After lighting their torches, the group goes to sit down. The Incredible One makes sure to sit between Alvarez and Vargas, although it seems like the anger from the challenge has faded away. Wentz takes a unique position, leaning himself backwards on the benches and looking relaxed.~
Pryde: So let's talk about this tribe. You guys looked dominant in the first challenge, and I honestly wasn't expecting to see you guys here tonight. Vargas, what do you think happened?
Chad Vargas: Fuck off, Pryde, you fuckin game show tyrant! WEAK ASS CHALLENGE!!!
Pryde: ... So you're blaming your failures on the challenge then?
~Vargas stands up and starts to go after Pryde, but TIO and Annie grab him from either side and try to hold him back, not wanting their tribe to get punished. Pryde is set, watching closely in case Vargas gets free.~
Pryde: You should know, I've been told I'm not allowed to brawl with the contestants... but I've also been told to deliver good television. So if you want to throw your game, Vargas, and fight me, bring it on...
~Vargas throws a few more curses out, but relaxes, as he's determined to win this year. He gives TIO and Annie a nod for stopping him.~
Pryde: Fine. So, TIO, what do you think happened at the challenge?
The Incredible One: Maybe sleeping comfortably was a mistake. But once we take care of our weakest link, I think we will be back to dominating the other tribes.
Pryde: Well, that's what we hope to do here tonight. Annie, in your opinion, who's your weakest link?
~In response, Annie points to her right... where Anthony Wentz has apparently closed his eyes and is laying back.~
Pryde: Huh. You don't think he caught something from Bob Grenier, do you? This really does feel familiar. Hey, Anthony. Anthony!
~Wentz looks up at Pryde for a second, shrugs, and drops his head back down.~
Pryde: ... Okay... well, it's time to vote. You all know how this works. Remember, you can vote for anyone besides yourself that's here.
~The dramatic tribal music begins to play. TIO gets up first and takes no time writing down a name. Annie follows him, and again there's little hesitation to who she's writing down. Vargas is up next, and he quickly scrawls out a name and shows it to the camera: Wentz.~
Chad Vargas: If you don't want to be here, get the hell out!
~Vargas goes and sits back down, and the tribe waits... and waits... but Wentz shows no sign of getting up to vote.~
Pryde: Uh, Anthony? Hey, Wentz? It's your turn to go place your vote...
~Wentz waves Pryde off, content to just sit there.~
Pryde: Okay, your choice. I'll tally the votes...
~Pryde goes and gets the votes, where there are only three to choose from. He flips through them, but doesn't bother to do any sorting, bringing the urn over.~
Pryde: Once these votes are read, the decision is final. Whoever is eliminated will be brought forward to have their torch extinguished. Let's read the votes...
Second Vote - And The Second Person Eliminated - Anthony Wentz
Pryde: Anthony, please bring me your torch.
~Wentz just shrugs, not getting up. Pryde, exasperated at this point, comes over to him and yanks the torch away.~
Pryde: Anthony... the tribe has spoken.
~The torch is put out, and Anthony nods, not really concerned. He heads off down the path without looking back.~
Pryde: Okay, Cantadora Tribe, you're set to head back to your camp. Suffice to say, I feel like you're better off, so hopefully I won't be seeing you here later this week. Get going.