Total Drama's Hot Haunted Halloween Party

by The Amazing Ghost Musician

Chef Hatchet is throwing a big huge Halloween Party for everyone who's competed in Total Drama and Ridonculous Race, and yet so far, the fun is just getting started. Especially with all the sex, drinking and fights that goes on and such. For these wild guests though, they're here to make sure the party never ends! Features multiple shippings, both canon and fanon.

"Total Drama's Hot Haunted Halloween Party"

Rated M

Fandom: Total Drama, Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race

Pairings: Rock/Kelly (My favorite OTP, oh and UWF4E's favorite pairing too), Justin/Heather, Mike/Anne Maria, Trent/Lindsay, Gwen/Cody, LeShawna/Harold, Geoff/Bridgette, Eva/Tyler, Beth/DJ, Scott/Amy, Topher/Sammy, there's so much pairings that I can't even put in here

Characters: Rock, Kelly, Taylor, Spud, Dwayne Sr., Dwayne Jr. (Ok, I'm not gonna list all of them, so we'll pretty much put down everybody, and you'll find out who's in this story)

Summary: Chef Hatchet is throwing a big huge Halloween Party for everyone who's competed in Total Drama and Ridonculous Race, and yet so far, the fun is just getting started. Especially with all the sex, drinking and fights that goes on and such. For these wild guests though, they're here to make sure the party never ends! Features multiple shippings, both canon and fanon.

Disclaimer: We do not, and WE REPEAT, we do not own anything associated with the Total Drama series or its spinoff The Ridonculous Race. Since it's pretty much the Halloween season, we figured we give you some hot smoking Multi-chapter smutness just to keep you all occupied. It may not be scary, but it's still gonna contain enough hotness that will make you all hot and bothered. So here you all go everyone.

The music was blaring inside Playa De Losers full of nothing but Halloween music as both the inside and outside of this brilliant mansion was filled with nothing more than a bunch of Halloween decorations. There were a whole lot of cauldrons, a whole lotta gravestones labeled with such famous names like "Frank Sinatra", "Kurt Cobain", "Tupac Shakur", "Jim Morrison", "Bob Marley", "Tom Petty", "The Notorious B.I.G.", "David Bowie" and such, spider webs surrounding every hallway there ever is from the inside, and the living room looking so much like the inside of Hotel Transylvania.

It nearly looked more like a Haunted House come to life. Well, it was more of a haunted house meets a rave party, and the DJ was none other than Chef Hatchet, who was dressed like B.A. Baracus from the show "The A-Team". He was having fun itself with the whole Halloween music itself, even going so far to switch yet another Halloween-styled song on the turntable.

"Okay, you no good fools, listen up!" Chef said on the mic, "I hope you all like some 80's, because we got a bunch of them lined up for ya!"

"How about something new, like a new DJ? Because you suck!" Duncan (who was dressed like CM Punk) shouted over to Chef.

"I frickin' heard that, ya green-haired punk!" Chef shouted back to the delinquent in defense, "If ya don't like it, then you're sorry ass is gonna meet my boot! Now we listen to what the DJ wants to listen, ya got me?"

"Ah, who needs to listen to old farts anyway? I'm gonna go whizz on tombstones." Duncan smirked out, leaving the dance floor immediately.

Once Duncan left, Chef Hatchet went back to his mic and said, "Okay, ya no good buttplugs, here's a little "Thriller" just to keep your creepy toes on the dance floor. Here you go!"

It was there that Chef Hatchet grabbed a disc that read "Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'", and immediately put the needle right in the disc, therefore starting the iconic song itself.

Right at the same time that was going on, a bunch of guys dressed up in various costumes was busy having what seemed to be some sort of root beer keg-drinking contest. Of course, one of them was dressed like the Ultimate Warrior while the other was basically dressed like Gene Simmons from the rock band KISS. To everyone's surprise, Owen was dressed up like the Ultimate Warrior and Rock, one half of the Rockers team alongside Spud from Ridonculous Race, was dressed like the front man himself. The problem was that Rock couldn't get the black-haired wig that he wanted, so he had to settle for his own blonde hair instead (which miraculously, made it to look like Gene's signature hairdo). Anyway, with their hands set right on the keg, the referee, which was Geoff dressed like Thor from the Marvel comics, appeared alongside the two just to give them instructions.

"Okay dudes, you know how this goes, you two all drink until someone goes pee," Geoff replied to both Owen and Rock, "Whoever goes to the bathroom during the entire drinking session loses. Everybody got that?"

"Oh, you're so going down!" Rock smirked to the fat man.

"As if, Rock!" Owen smirked back before doing his best Ultimate Warrior impression, "Because I know the power of the warriors will give me strength to overcome what you throw at the WARRIOR!"

"Ultimate Warrior impressions aside, take your marks dudes!" Geoff exclaimed as soon as both Rock and Owen grabbed their kegs straight up. "Now, on your mark… get set… DRINK!"

Once Geoff blew that whistle, both Owen and Rock lifted their root beer kegs up chest-first, forcing a wave full of root beer to flow down their mouths in a breakneck pace. Both men chugged hard and fast without getting a single break from all of this intense drinking. It was going neck and neck so much that it had to be taped for everyone to see on YouTube. Luckily, their friends Spud, Brody, Kitty, Emma, Bridgette and Noah all had to tape it with their iPhones and tablets together. The people that were amused from this drinking battle was mostly Spud, Brody and Noah (which they were dressed as Paul Stanley from KISS, Captain America and Bill Nye, The Science Guy respectively), who were hollering just for the hell of it.

"Oh man, it's gonna get so close, I can tell!" Brody said with a nod.

"Heh, not even." Noah smirked out.

Brody then looked at Noah and said, "How's that?"

"Take a look at Rock's knees." The brainiac replied, pointing down at Rock's knees.

Brody did as he told, noticing a very shaking sensation coming across Rock's entire kneecaps. They were making his groin ache from all the uncontrollable chugging and drinking. In Rock's point of view, he could feel his bladder starting to take hold around a good half of the keg he was drinking out of. Chet and Lorenzo, who were dressed up as both Matt and Nick Jackson of The Young Bucks, could even feel Rock shaking themselves. They knew what the result knew by that single discovery.

"Looks like Rock's about to lose it!" Lorenzo pointed out.

Finally, only after two minutes of drinking…

"Oh crap, I can't take it anymore!" Rock thought to himself before setting his keg down and held onto his groin tight as he could, indicate that he had to go to the bathroom.

Once Geoff saw Rock bolting right to the bathroom in record time, he immediately blew out the whistle, indicating that Owen was the winner.

"Ladies and gentleman, game's over! WE HAVE A WIN-NAAAAAAH!" shouted Geoff as he raised Owen's hand in victory.

"WHOO-HOO! I WIN! I AM THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR!" Owen declared, celebrating like the hero that he was dressed as.

Somewhere around the mini-bar however, a statuesque woman who found herself dressed like Morrigan Aensland from "Darkstalkers" was busy with a martini glass in hand while trying to keep the conversation she was having with a guy who was dressed up like "Nature Boy" Ric Flair going. Not surprisingly, the two just happened to be Kelly from the Mother/Daughter team (who was dressed like Morrigan) and Dwayne Sr. from the Father/Son team (who was dressed like Flair), who right now was trying to do his best Nature Boy impression in order to impress the attractive succubus (Kelly wasn't really a succubus, she was just dressed like one).

"So Kelly, would ya like to take a ride all over Space Mountain with the Nature Boy tonight? I'll let ya get a head start! WOOOOOOOOO!" Dwayne Sr. hollered.

Kelly raised her eyebrow and smirked out, "Hmmm, finish more of those martinis and I may think about it."

"So, that's what the Nature Boy's gotta do?" asked Dwayne before he turned his head to the bartender and said, "Hey barkeep, send me and this hot little number ten more of these martinis and some tickets to Space Mountain please! WOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The bartender, which just happened to be one of Chris McLean's interns, rolled his eyes and started getting to work on getting ten of Dwayne Sr's drinks ready.

"So, where were we?" Dwayne Sr. asked Kelly before replying, "Oh, I know, how ya do like your ride to Space Mountain?"

"DAD, YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME!" shouted his son Junior from the dance floor. Junior of course, was dressed up as Dash from The Incredibles.

"C'mon son, I'm just having myself a little fun!" His father smirked out, "What's the harm in that?"

"We didn't go to this party just for you to hit on her!" Junior snapped, referring to Kelly.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who's embarrassed here..." muttered Taylor, who of course was dressed like Claire Redfield from Resident Evil.

Taylor of course was dancing alongside Anne Maria (who was dressed like Jade from Mortal Kombat) and Heather (who was dressed like Catwoman) right on the dance floor set to the same song that was being played not too long ago, "Thriller".

"You know, this place would at least be better without the creepy old people." Heather told Taylor first-handedly.

"No kidding…" Nodded the curvy cutie, "Why couldn't she just stay at the mansion like I told her?"

"Better yet, why couldn't they just make a rule that said 'No parents allowed'?" Anne Maria said.

"That's what I was thinking." Taylor nodded, agreeing with the Jersey chick before turning to Heather, "By the way, where's your boyfriend at? He should be joining us on the dance floor."

"You mean Alejandro?" rolled Heather's eyes, "He's way over there flirting with some skanks when I desperately told him NOT to."

Just to prove her point, Heather pointed right over to the same minibar in which Alejandro, who right now was dressed up as Two-Face, was busy flirting on the two girls that were busy catching their eye on him, Katie and Sadie (who were dressed up as two Beagle Boys from DuckTales).

"I just want to let you know ladies that I've got the world's biggest bull in my possession. And I'm not just also talking about the one stashed in my barn." smirked the Latin Liar.

"Ooooh, tell us more!" Katie squealed at Alejandro.

"Oh, please do! We so wanna know!" Sadie nodded, squealing at Alejandro as well.

Heather immediately gave a jealous look to Alejandro far away before muttering to Taylor quietly, "Just so you know, he really doesn't have a 'big bull' stashed in his pants."

"Ohhh," Anne Maria nodded, "Well then, I'd stay far away from that limpy thing if I were you."

"At least until he can manage to get it big again." Taylor suggested to the long-haired Queen Bee.

"Trust me; it's the size of a toe." Heather admitted to the two women.

The dancing and the music had continued ten-fold as a man dressed like The Mayor of Slamtown, Johnny Mundo/Johnny Impact, explored throughout the dance floor trying to look for an attractive beauty to dance with so that he wouldn't have to be alone. It was to no surprise who was dressed up as former WWE superstar John Morrison. He had those same blue eyes that strikingly perfect shaggy dark hair, tanned skin, muscular build, and thick lips that looked quite fit for a male model. In fact, that "man" was Total Drama's resident male model, Justin, who right now was still analyzing the whole dance scene as of right now.

"Hmmmm, who should I dance with…?" Justin thought to himself, "There are so many to choose from, but who am I kidding? Nearly everyone's been taken already except me."

He continued to keep searching around until he suddenly laid his perfect blue eyes all over Heather and that sleeky skin-tight black Catwoman costume (the one from the Batman Arkham series). As much as Justin would hate to admit it, that costume looked quite hot as hell. Heck, it was even way hotter than him once he took a first look all over it close-up (not that close though). Justin had a bad feeling about this since he knew the Queen Bee was taken, but knowing what had been going on between Heather and Alejandro so far, Justin had decided to go all or nothing here and approached the long-haired Asian beauty by dancing along to the beat.

"Well Heather, fancy seeing you here on the dance floor." smirked the Hawaiian.

Before he could talk a bit more, Heather cut him off and said, "What in the heck do you want, Justin? Can't you see I'm trying to dance with my friends here? And if you're asking, no, I'm fine dancing with myself."

"C'mon Heather, I saw how upset you're seeing your boyfriend hit on those two ladies over there." Justin said, explaining the whole situation she was in.

"Yeah, a little bit, but I'll get over it." rolled Heather's eyes yet again.

"Really?" Justin raised his eyebrow.

Once Heather nodded, the so-called Eye Candy thought up something very quick for himself to say in front of the long-haired beauty. But instead of speaking out loud to her, Justin immediately tapped Heather on the shoulder, forcing her to turn around and face Justin head-on.

"What the hell do you want now?" She asked the male model.

"Um, Heather, I bet you didn't know this about me, but…" Justin replied before whispering right over to Heather's ear.

It was a quiet gentle whisper of all things, one so quiet that even Alejandro wouldn't even hear from a distance (luckily, he wasn't around the dance floor henceforth why he was still charming Katie and Sadie). Heather couldn't help but reply with a surprised, yet interested gasp after hearing what Justin was whispering over to her right now.

After he broke off of her, Heather bulged her eyes out before speaking in interest, "Just exactly how big is it?"

"Well, let's just say that you'll be taken on a ride to the 'Palace of Wisdom'." Justin said with a sly smirk.

From there, Heather's face turned from surprised to a gleeful smile as she immediately wrapped her hands around Justin's arm in an instant, surprising both Taylor and Anne Maria who were watching in a breathless manner.

"Come take me there then." The Asian winked over to the model.

"Will do!" Justin winked back before he and Heather finally left the dance floor. And much to their safety, Alejandro didn't see them leave at all knowing how much the dance floor was being crowded and all (and not to mention the fact that he was still showing off to Katie and Sadie, who right now we're basically hypnotized by him).

"By the way Anne Maria, how's your little affair going with Mike?" Taylor asked.

"Oh, you mean Vito?" answered Anne Maria.

"I'm pretty sure I mean Mike," Taylor replied, "You know, the redhead's boyfriend?"

"You mean my secret boyfriend?" Anne Maria smirked secretly over to Taylor, "Trust me Taylor, Zoey don't know shit about what me and Mike are doin' behind her back."

"Huh, do tell…" Taylor replied, begging to know more about what Anne Maria was talking about.

"He might say that he's faithful to Zoey," Anne Maria added, "But once he saw a good look at this curvaceous goodness, he knows what he wants. I mean last week, me and that piece of hunkness got the biggest deep dish style pizza like ya wouldn't even believe."

"DAMN…" Taylor smirked. "I'll bet that he's going out of his way to get your booty goodness. Am I right?"

"Uh-huh!" Anne Maria smiled evilly. "He loves it when I'm giving him the ride of his life, if you know what I mean."

"Don't I know it!" Taylor said with another sly smile on her face. "Speaking of Hunk, I believe Mike or should I say Spider-Man is over there and the redheaded Black Widow just left his sight."

"HUH? WHERE?!" shouted Anne Maria, who was looking left to right.

Taylor then immediately placed her hand on Anne Maria's shoulder and pointed right to the center, "Right over there. Have fun over there, Jade."

Anne Maria immediately decided to separate herself from Taylor so that the Jersey princess could prep her hot Jade costume before approaching Mike, who of course was tearing it up on the dance floor dressed as Spider-Man. Anne Maria adjusted her green veil a little bit before surprising Mike with just a gentle tap on the shoulder, forcing him to turn right around with bulged eyes.

With Mike stunned as usual, Anne Maria said to Mike seductively, "How ya doin', gorgeous?"

"Oh, um, Anne Maria… I uh, I really didn't expect you here…" Mike said with nervous laughter.

"Oh, don't play dumb, ya cutie. I know what ya really want just by lookin' at me…" The Jersey girl winked while she bent over thanks to the help of the specially made spear she made.

"Uh, what must you mean…?" Mike laughed nervously again as if he didn't know who Anne Maria was.

Despite this, Anne Maria still managed to be flirtatious as ever as she grabbed Mike right by his costume and said to him close-up, "I guess I'll just have to show ya why…"

It was there that Anne Maria immediately dragged Mike out of the dance floor and into a dark place so that the Jersey chick herself could nab Spider-Man (or Mike) all by herself. Mike tried his best to call Zoey, but it was certain that he didn't have the strength to do so. Minutes after Mike had left, Zoey (who was dressed up like Black Widow) came back on the dance floor with some delicious sparkling cranberry drinks.

"Okay Mike, sorry for the long wait but Owen was kinda hogging another root beer keg, so is sparkling cranberry okay?" Zoey shouted right away to a silent response (obviously because Mike wasn't present) before raising her eyebrow confusingly, "Mike, you there? HELLO?"

While Zoey continued to shout out Mike's name (to failing results), Cody, Harold and Trent were at a table somewhere playing out some Texas Hold 'Em with the women that they were sitting with, mostly LeShawna (who was with Harold), Gwen (who was with Cody) and Lindsay (who was with Trent). Knowing the costumes that they were dressed in, Trent and Lindsay were dressed up as both Superman and Wonder Woman, Cody and Gwen were dressed as Beastboy and Raven from Teen Titans, and Harold and LeShawna were both the Blue Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and Storm from X-Men (the 90's version). It was no surprise that the men were the only ones playing while the women were busy watching their guys gamble it out.

Right now, Trent was on a roll, beating out Cody and Harold via jello shots.

"Dang, I lost again!" Harold said, throwing down his cards.

"Ah, me too." Cody groaned as he too also threw down his cards as well, "How is Trent so good?"

"No clue, but I guess it must be a curse." Trent shrugged while smirking, "Anyway, Jello shot for me. Lindsay, you got it lined up?"

"Ready to go, Trent!" Lindsay nodded before putting a small cup of cherry-flavored Jell-O right between her cleavage.

"Careful Linds, I don't wanna get drunk tonight and end up in the bathroom." Trent replied with concern.

"Don't worry, sweetie. You can count on me!" nodded Lindsay.

Trusting her right away, Trent decided to put his hands right behind her back and with perfect patience, he instantly leaned down towards her cleavage and grabbed the center of the cup before leaning back up, forcing the Jell-O right down his throat.

Lindsay had no choice but to celebrate with glee, "All right, Trent!"

"Oh man, that was a keeper." Trent chuckled, "Okay, who's up for another hand?"

"Oh, you're so on!" Cody said, picking up his cards again, "This time, I'm gonna get you!"

Harold picked up his cards too, stating over to Trent, "Yeah, what Cody says! GOSH!"

"Careful sugar!" LeShawna commented. "Trent's got his A-Game on tonight."

"Trust me, he won't last this hand." Gwen assured her best friend.

"I wouldn't say that Gwenny," Lindsay smirked, doubting what Gwen said. "We've been together for a really long time, and if I learned everything from watching Trent play poker, it's that he always learns the tricks of the trade."

Gwen smirked in response, saying to Lindsay with enthusiasm, "I guarantee you I'll take my chances."

However, Gwen was about to be proven wrong about her ex-boyfriend. Trent ended up shuffling the cards once again, giving five a piece to Cody and Harold again. Once they picked up their cards, the look on both Cody and Harold's faces had yet again turned to disappointment knowing that they were handled with junk cards again.

"Damn it, I fold." Cody grunted.

"Me too, I got nothing." sighed Harold as he put his hand down as well.

Trent on the other hand beamed with victory, shouting gloriously, "AW YEAH, FULL HOUSE!"

"YAAAAAAAAY!" Lindsay shouted as she hugged Trent.

Seeing how he won, Gwen was in shock, while LeShawna on the other hand, gulped in disbelief, "Damn, Trent really is that GOOD."

Meanwhile, while Trent spent his time rewarding himself with yet another victorious Jell-O shot, Zoey was still wandering around the dance floor, trying to find out where in the hell Mike was. Every section of the dance floor she looked, there was not one trace of Mike to be seen. Heck, the look on her disbelief-ridden face said it all, fearing that Mike might have been kidnapped or even worse than that.

"Mike, where are you? HELLO?!" Zoey shouted once again before running right into both Cameron and Dawn, who of course were dressed up as Steve Urkel from Family Matters and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter respectively, "Hey, have you two seen Mike? I'm trying to find him."

"Um, I don't believe I have," Cameron shrugged, "Wasn't he on the dance floor with you?"

"He was just a little while ago," Zoey replied. "But I guess he left, and I don't know where he went."

"Don't worry too much Zoey, I'm sure he's around here somewhere." said Dawn, calming her friend down before replying, "Maybe he just went outside to get some air."

This suggestion from Dawn made Zoey think very optimistically, replying with hope, "Yeah, maybe he did just that. I mean, everybody needs a break from dancing, am I right?"

"Sure," Cameron nodded, "Let's get back to dancing, I want these tailfeathers to shake and I ain't getting any weaker."

It was then that Cameron, Dawn and Zoey decided to get right back to the dance floor without any trouble at all. While that was going on, D.J. (who was dressed as Black Panther) stood nervously alongside a very confident Beth (who was dressed as Mei from Overwatch) as he met face-to-face with Eva (who was dressed up as Xena, The Warrior Princess) in front of a huge rounded table with her entire arm laid out in a arm wrestling formation. However, she wasn't alone though as Tyler (who was dressed up as Hercules) was with her as well, rubbing Eva's shoulders just to tone them a little bit in front of a terrified DJ.

"So, you gonna do this or not?" The musclewoman asked DJ, "I ain't got all frickin' night."

DJ then shuddered a little bit and said, "I, uh… I don't really know…"

"C'mon DJ, you're way stronger than her," Beth replied as a way to motivate DJ, "Besides you got those strong arms of yours. You can totally take her on."

"Oh come on, DJ can hardly lift up a PS4 with arms like that." Tyler smirked over to an annoyed Beth, "Eva's the real deal when it comes to arm wrestling. He should go back to counting bunnies at a farm somewhere."

Still snarling over Tyler's cold shoulder, Beth went back to DJ and replied, "Don't listen to him. You can totally beat Eva."

DJ then nervously answered unsurely, "Well… I guess I can-"

"About frickin' time you made up your decision!" Eva rolled his eyes before flexing her arm out, ready to arm wrestle DJ right away, "Don't worry, amateur. I'll try to go real easy on you."

"S... s… sure." stuttered DJ as she grabbed Eva's hand, ready to join in.

With their respective hands joined together ready to arm wrestle it out, Tyler managed to lock around the hands as a way to act as the supposed referee in this contest.

"Okay, you two ready to go?" Tyler said to both DJ and Eva.

"I'm ready to go!" Nodded the muscle woman.

DJ then uttered out, "Actually, can I just do something fi-"

"That's a yes for me!" Tyler nodded out, "Now… WRESTLE!"

Once he finally let go, both Eva and DJ clenched their arms one at a time in a test of arm strength. Yet it was unfortunately to say in DJ's mind, Eva was already schooling him right away, nearly sending his arm down close to the padded handpad itself. So far, this was about to look way more like an easy victory in Eva's entire opinion. Heck, it was so easy in her mind that she decided to taunt in front of a struggling DJ, just to add salt to the wounds.

"Told ya it was a bad idea facing me!" She spoke out.

However, it all proved to the biggest mistake she ever made as all of a sudden...

*THWACK!*

A football came out of nowhere, blasting Eva right upside the head therefore getting knocked out in the process! This distraction managed to the one thing DJ needed for him to turn the tides by slamming Eva's hand in the armpad, claiming victory in this event.

"It's over! We have a winner!" Declared one excited Beth as she raised DJ's hand.

"What?! That wasn't fair!" Tyler whined out.

"GODDAMN IT?" Eva shouted in rage before replying, "WHO THE FUCK THREW THAT AT ME?!"

It turns out that the football that threw at Eva actually belonged to Lightning himself, who by the way, approached Eva while being dressed up as a Dallas Cowboys quarterback "Dak Prescott". He confronted Eva face-to-face with his arms crossed in an intimidating way.

"Man, you were supposed to catch that!" Lightning said to Eva, "What kind of a wide receiver are ya if you don't know how to sha-catch?!"

"I WASN'T EVEN PLAYING WITH YOU, ASSHOLE!" Eva shouted back to the cocky athlete's face.

"Oh dude, you shouldn't have done that." Tyler gulped out in fear, knowing how predictable his girlfriend and workout partner was at this point.

"Why's that?" Lightning asked Tyler.

He was about to be shown the hard way though as Eva got right back up on her feet and gave Lightning one hell of a fiery death stare. The vein on her forehead was so big; it was literally popping out getting ready to burst. Lightning didn't quite get this look himself as he raised his eyebrow in front of the muscle-headed rage-o-holic. This caused the cocky sports athlete to take off running on foot while Eva started to chase after him like an angry Lawrence Taylor going after a scared-as-shit Joe Theismann (yeah, you can possibly say Eva was gonna recreate what LT did to Joe 33 years ago)

"Man, that dude right there might've signed his own death note." DJ commented.

"I hate to be Lightning right now." Beth agreed.

"I really hope that Eva doesn't put him in the hospital." Tyler replied. "I hate to see my workout babe going to jail for this."

With Eva out of their sights, DJ and Beth just had the need to ask Tyler a very important question that was on their minds.

"Say, Tyler! When did you and Eva start dating?" DJ asked.

"She kinda visited me in the hospital after she kicked my ass in an MMA fight once," Tyler replied painfully before smiling, "But on the bright side, she gave me free frozen yogurt from the hospital so it was a plus."

"How did you guys get into an MMA fight?" Beth questioned.

"Well long ago, Eva and I saw each other in the same gym." Tyler explained. "When we saw each other, we bonded for a while and amazingly, we became workout partners in the long run."

Beth and DJ were still confused on this subject. How a hot-headed woman like Eva could become workout partners with and eventually started dating a guy like Tyler?

"During the first few weeks working out together in the gym," Tyler continued on. "We were about to connect with all the stuff we liked. It turns out Eva and I had a lot in common than we thought, and we didn't know it until after Total Drama was over for us."

"Sounds reasonable!" DJ replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Also, you guys know my fear of chickens?" Tyler asked again.

"Yes we do!" Beth said.

"Well when I was able to trust her, I told Eva about my fear of them." he continued. "She said that she would help me get over my fear. After all, she didn't wanna have a workout partner who's got a totally ridiculous fear. But then one day, Duncan and his buddies decided to pull an awful prank on me since they know my fear of chickens. It was horrible! But luckily for me, Eva saw what happened and decided to teach those a-holes a serious lesson. After that, Eva made sure nobody would torture, tease or prank me like that again."

"Wow dude, Eva really did that for you?" DJ asked.

"Totally!" Said Tyler. "However, I asked Eva how I could repay her for helping me out. That's when she asked me to do an MMA style fight with her, since I was getting better, faster and stronger in the gym myself. And it was a fun fight in all, but Eva was still the stronger and better person than I was."

"Wait, did Eva take your little 'MMA Fight' too far?" asked Beth.

Tyler then chuckled a bit and rubbed the back of his neck saying, "Well, you could say I like it rough when it comes to my women."

"Dude, you gotta tell me about it." DJ smirked out.

"Gladly, my man. You won't believe the wild times Eva gave me." Tyler smirked as he continued his conversation with his best friend and Beth at another part of the dance floor.

While that was going on, the big fruit punch bowl was undergoing some sort of spike job, courtesy of both Scott and Amy, who were of course Joker (the Injustice 2 version) and Harley Quinn (the Suicide Squad version). The two definitely had Halloween plans of their very own, and having to spike the punch bowl full of bottled vodka was definitely one of them.

With Scott pouring the last of the clear vodka in the bowl, Amy stirred as he said wickedly, "I tell ya, nobody is gonna be the same when they sink their lips into this. I hope my stupid sister gets some so that I can stick it to her!"

"With this family-made moonshine, I can guarantee you that won't be a problem." Scott winked over to Amy.

Scott immediately put away the bottle just in time for both Sammy and Topher to exit out the dance floor and go to the fruit punch table right away. Considering the costumes that they wore for this occasion, Sammy was dressed up as Supergirl (the Injustice 2 version) while her date Topher was dressed up as The Flash himself (The CW version of Flash though) who right now was running short out of breath for some reason.

"Wow, you're quite a good dancer are ya?" Sammy chuckled over to Topher.

He immediately took in a calm breath and said, "I'm not gonna lie, it's hard to dance in-character with your feet moving furiously fast."

"Then you shouldn't have to dance so fast as well." Sammy suggested over to him.

Once she saw Topher nod, Sammy turned her head to see Amy strangely acting nice towards her (who am I kidding, she's never that nice) while handing a cup of fruit punch to her sister, saying with such feigned friendliness, "Sis, you look so beat and tired from all that dancing."

Sammy replied with a raised eyebrow, "Um Amy, I'm pretty sure I'm still-"

"No, that's ridiculous; you look so beat and famished. You obviously need something to drink from all that dancing you did." Amy smirked evilly.

"Well…" Sammy muttered out before replying with, "I guess I haven't drank anything since I got here."

"Finally, ya made your decision, now here you go!" Amy frantically said, shoving the cup around Sammy's chest so that should she could have it all to herself.

Topher was watching what Amy was doing to her twin-sister, so he decided to step in and help out his girlfriend. "Whoa, what in the hell are you trying to pull off?"

"Pull off?" Amy said a bit feignedly before saying with a fake gasp, "What on earth could you possibly mean by that?"

"Don't play the sympathetic card with us, Amy. You know you're just doing this just to humiliate your own sister like that." Topher said, slamming down the drink that Amy was about to give to her sister.

"You definitely can't prove that!" Scott said to the Chris-obsessed fan.

But then out of nowhere, Rodney, who was dressed out like Wreck-It Ralph walked past Topher and Sammy, telling them, "Amy and Scott spiked the drink with vodka, I can possibly tell."

The mischievous twin sister of Sammy replied with an offended gasp, scowling at Rodney with vicious venom, "Oh great, thanks for snitching!"

"No problem." Rodney nodded back, walking right back to the dance floor.

With her drink down on the floor, Topher went by Sammy's side and gestured right over to the root beer table, replying to her very nicely, "C'mon, Sammy. I think there's a root beer tab with our names on it. Hopefully, Owen didn't consume that one yet."

"Sounds nice." Sammy said, beaming with a huge smile on her face before walking alongside Topher.

Amy had no choice but to react in total disgust alongside his date, sneering at her nicer twin sister with such venom left in her veins.

"Fine, see if I care, Samey!" She growled angrily, "See if I ever do anything nice for you ever again!"

"Her name's Sammy!" Topher corrected her.

"No one cares ya loser?" Scott hissed.

Once he heard Scott name-call him, Topher immediately stopped himself on his tracks and turned his head right to the irritating red-haired ginger with gritting teeth lit up around Topher's entire face. He immediately clenched his fists tightly in a triggering fashion, staring down Scott with quite a death stare that made the devious country boy gulp in response.

"No one… calls me a LOSER!" shouted Topher as he leapt toward Scott and tackled him viciously right to the floor, flooding Scott's face with a flurry of fists.

From there, a huge fight between Scott and Topher immediately broke out with everyone watching, witnessing a brawl right between their very own two eyes (although not everyone gave a damn about it because half of the guests that showed up to this occasion were basically dancing all around). While that was going on however, Chef Hatchet and many of the workers and interns were not dealing with this fight due to them not being in sight at the time.

In fact, they were in another room of the mansion talking about why almost everybody showed up expect Chris McLean (Who wasn't at the party for many reasons). The interns that were around Chef Hatchet looked both familiar to other A-list actors, and they were named Bob, Charlie, Andy, Anthony, Darrell, Ryan, Jamie and Pedro. Bob had looked like Ed Helms, Charlie had looked like Terry Crews, Andy had looked like Tom Hanks, Anthony had looked like Ryan Reynolds, Darrell had looked like Ashton Kutcher, Ryan had looked like Jack Osbourne (He's the son of Ozzy Osbourne), Jamie had looked like The Simpsons creator Matt Groening, and Pedro had looked like Ice Cube.

"Chef, could you tell us why Chris will not be here tonight?" said Andy.

"Why in the hell should I know?" Chef shrugged out, "I don't own this resort in the first place."

"We know that you communicate with him since you're his business partner and co-worker." Darrell replied.

"Yeah, but sometimes, he doesn't even frickin' tell me what he's planning because it's all just a 'secret'." Chef Hatchet groaned in response.

"Well, if he does show up, I only pray he doesn't dress anything THIS racist." rolled Charlie's eyes, "Or evil for that matter!"

"Well if you guys wanna know why Chris didn't show up, I'll tell you guys. But don't tell anybody else." Chef admitted, trying to keep the conversation quiet.

"We won't." Jamie shook his head before whispering, "Why didn't he show up though?"

"The reason he didn't show up was mostly because the person he wanted to dress up as would totally offend almost everybody who attended the party tonight." Chef explained to the interns. "He wanted to come dressed up as the most HATED man in the world, the current USA President Donald Trump."

Sudden gasps had soon broken around the interns right away, reacting in nothing but anger and shock.

"Oh, so it's THAT bad." Bob nodded out.

"Trust me, if you saw Chris with a horrible tan and blonde wig, you'll see why it's bad." Chef informed Bob in unison.

"How could the man that host one of the so-called "Best" reality TV shows support an insane madman like Donald Trump?" Pedro questioned.

"Well no offense fellas, but if you paid attention to any of the news here in Canada, he openly said that 'If he was an American, he would vote for Trump himself'." Chef explained with an angry look on his face. "Ever since then, he's turned from a famous Canadian TV Host to a pariah."

"Ok, now I totally regret being his intern now." rolled Anthony's eyes.

"You're telling me," Darrell nodded right to Anthony, "You don't want to know the crap he's been making me go through. Some I can't explain to you if I already tried."

"I'll bet you that right now Chris is strongly supportive of that brainless monkey, people may now see what a douchebag he really is." Ryan replied.

"No kidding!" Chef growled. "Honestly, I really wish I never worked for or became partners with that pretty boy sumbitch."

"Hey, I feel ya. But I'll know what'll freshen you up." Jamie said, pouring him a glass of beer while looking at the atmosphere they were caught in.

By then, the room they were in looked more quiet than the one that was happening way upstairs for some reason. The scenery nearly looked more like a makeshift wrestling ring (with the mattresses acting as the wrestling mat) with the rest of the guests standing on the apron awaiting for what was about to happen next. And what was happening right now was two women circling around the ring, looking for a huge fight. One of them had long orange hair and dressed like DC Villain Poison Ivy while the other looked tall, tanned and made her purple hair look like the "Mistress of the Dark" herself, Elvira (not to mention she was also dressed up as her).

Not surprising, the two women that were getting ready to wrestle were in the form of Izzy and Sierra. Right now, Izzy decided the best time to catch Sierra off guard was to taunt her.

"You totally can't bring me down. I got mother nature right by my side." Izzy smirked in-character.

"Oh really?" Sierra replied. "Well you're messing with the Mistress of Darkness, which means I've got the strength of darkness instead of me."

"Oh, we shall see my lovely." winked Izzy while cracking her knuckles.

All of a sudden, Chef reappeared on the apron with a ring bell in hand, signaling the way to start the match, "Okay, you girls ready? All you have to know is, there are no rules!"

"I'm ready." Izzy nodded.

"Same here too." Sierra nodded as well, agreeing to the rules.

"Alright then ladies, let's get it out." Chef replied as he rang the bell.

That sound forced both Izzy and Sierra to tie up against one another, only for Izzy to immediately go down on her knees. It was obviously because Sierra had got her in a test of strength. This proved to be a factor knowing how tall she was compared to Izzy herself.

"Well, what do you know? The forces of darkness are helping me to my advantage." smirked Sierra as she enjoyed the sight of Izzy on her knees.

"You just have… tough… luck… that's all!" Izzy exclaimed, struggling to get her balance.

But it wouldn't be long though as Izzy would soon get back up on her feet, only to trip Sierra out of pure retaliation. This time Izzy had Sierra pinned down with both wrists right on the mattress therefore Izzy had the upper hand in this encounter.

With Sierra trying to escape the best that she could, Izzy leaned down and smirked, "Now this… this wasn't luck for me after all. I'm trying to win."

"Like hell you are!" Sierra snarled as she managed to kick Izzy off of her.

And she did it with force, whipping both her orange hair and head back on the mattress. Izzy managed to get up only for Sierra to tackle her back down and trap her with numerous palm strikes to the face. Each strike getting harder with the velocity of the hit.

"Give… up… yet?" Sierra snarled between each strike.

Feeling every ounce of pain being surged across her face, Izzy replied out, "As… if!"

It was then that Izzy immediately caught the palm of Sierra's hand and wrapped her legs around her arm therefore forcing Sierra's neck across Izzy's hard shinbone, indicating a submission move was locked in. But it didn't prove to be any submission hold though. It was a gogoplata (known as Hell's Gate, made famous by the Undertaker), one of the most deadly holds in both wrestling and MMA altogether. Sierra frantically tried her best to wiggle free from this dangerous submission hold, but the longer Izzy locked in the hold, the more pressure Sierra was losing right around her head.

"I got ya, ya stupid slut!" Izzy smirked out.

"Not for long, you won't ya crazy whore!" shook Sierra's head as she replied with open fist shots right to the noggin. While at the same time though, Sierra used her strength to get herself back up to her feet before rushing toward Izzy with yet another tackle, but this time, it was right to the makeshift turnbuckle.

The force of the move was more enough to stun Izzy altogether, which caused Sierra to pick up the nature girl and drop her on the mattress hard with a big T-Bone suplex! The move of course, made Chef Hatchet cringe with a chuckle.

"Ohhhh that was nasty!" laughed the Chef.

"Shit, that's gotta hurt!" replied Charlie the intern.

"My money's on the smokin' hot purple haired Hispanic girl in the Elvira costume, she's got the strength and athletic ability to win this battle." Anthony said to the other interns.

Scoffing with laughter, Bob chuckled out, "Yeah right, I'm still going for the redhead dressed like Poison Ivy."

Jamie rolled his eyes at them and replied, "I don't care who wins the battle, it's still gonna be one hot catfight."

Izzy struggled to get up from the move that she took. It looked like the biggest bump she ever took in her life. Sierra wasn't gonna let her off the hook though as she sat right on the redhead's back and bent Izzy's neck back with a huge Camel Clutch, therefore making Izzy humble even more just to add insult to injury. Sierra's huge hip weight definitely proved to be a factor in itself, adding pressure and pain to the nature-freak's back.

"Yeah, that's right! I got her! She ain't gonna escape!" Sierra said to the crowd, just to show off for their amusement.

The crowd immediately went crazy in excitement seeing Sierra get the upper hand in this contested catfight. However, it all died down as Izzy surprisingly managed to slip right under Sierra and escape the painful Camel Clutch that she was trapped in.

This gave Izzy a last-second chance to strike Sierra right in the back of the head, but before she could though, Izzy decided to stop short right away. This confused a whole lot of guests on what Izzy was gonna do to her next.

"I don't understand, why did Izzy stop?" Ryan asked Anthony.

"I don't know either." Anthony shrugged, "Just when I thought it was getting good."

But it was about to be better than that as Izzy decided not to strike Sierra right in the back of her head with a big knee.

Instead, Izzy took the back of Sierra's black dress and just before anyone ever knew it…

*RIIIIIIIIIIP!*

She ripped it off therefore leaving Sierra topless with just her black lace panties and high heels kept on. The interns and especially Chef Hatchet did what any other middle-aged horndog would do:

They cheered their ass off, finally getting their piece of pie in the form of Sierra's bare ample cleavage.

"Whoooooo! Yeah, baybeeeeeeee!" Hollered Chef Hatchet.

"That was just so worth it." Andy smirked before high-fiving the rest of the interns.

As soon as Sierra finally came to her senses, she noticed her bare topless self being exposed alongside the sound of a snickering Izzy coming right behind her. Sierra turned her head only to see the redhead taking that black dress she ripped out and using it to do the floss dance with.

"Yeah, how do you like that, Sierra?" Izzy smirked out before adding, "Figured this makes a good scarf, huh?"

Those little comments didn't sit too well with Sierra though as her face soon went from shock to pure, unholy anger. And it was the anger that she needed to point at Izzy and said, "That's it! You made this personal now! IT'S SO ON!"

Okay, now we all know what you're kind of wondering: Where's all the sex at? You can't have an M-rated fic without any sex added to it.

We promise you this, there will be a whole lot of sex soon enough. Don't worry about it. You can trust both me and UltimateWarriorFan4Ever 100%

Anyway, who will win between this fight between both Izzy and Sierra? The result will be known come next chapter, so read, review, and leave a feedback if you want to. Until that happens, Happy F***ing Thanksgiving!