"Queen of the Lethal Legs Challenge"

Rated T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Total Drama or any of the characters from the show. Total Drama and its characters are owned by FreshTV, Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis. Anyway, it's been way too long since I ever tried a competition fic, so Jeff Hardy Fan VR1 suggested to me that I'd try out a competition fic where 23 of Total Drama's female competitors compete to see which legs are the best in the series. And best of all, Justin is the host instead of Chris McLean. So for those of you anticipating, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Heather

"Hello, and welcome back to Queen of the Lethal Legs Challenge!" Justin exclaimed as he finally came back from the commercial. "As you may know before the break, Heather was the first girl chosen on the Lethal Leg Lottery Wheel. Yeah, I admit I came up with the name myself. Anyway, enough about that, lets see what Heather's up to right now, shall we?"

Justin then looked to the huge TV screen where she saw Heather riding on a police car wearing a sexy cop uniform.

"How's it going in there?" He replied.

"It's going very nice, if only these shorts weren't too tight." Heather replied.

"Sorry to hear that." Justin smirked as he looked back to the camera. "Of course you know, Heather's posing as a cop so she could track down her first victim, Owen. Yes, we're all familiar with lovable Owen. The first ever winner of Total Drama Island, and a first-class food consumer. He downs on food way much than the stock market does on a Friday. Anyway, Heather's about to bust Owen for a little bit of speeding, but Owen's not gonna even know what'll hit him when Heather wraps those legs of hers. Let's check it out!"

Heather was busy sitting and slaving away at her police car with a cup of mocha in hand, and a chocolate donut on the other.

"Oh boy, this job sucks..." She sighed. "There's not even a radio here that I can listen to my songs. But if it's worth that million dollar prize, than I'm going to take it."

Right after she was sipping her mocha, she saw a white car speed by.

And from the looks of Heather's eyes, it appeared that Owen was driving behind the wheel with a hamburger by his hand and a steering wheel on the other. Seeing this, it was time to go to work.

"It's about time," Heather said, putting on her sunglasses. "Now it's time to rock."

Suddenly, Heather put the pedal to the metal and started driving off on the cruiser.

Meanwhile, Owen was too busy eating his El Diablo Thickburger he got from Hardee's. He was distracted by the entire road itself all because he loved how crunchy the jalapeno poppers was between two buns. He even felt surprised when that hot gooey cheese was dripping on his shirt.

"Ahahahaha, the cheese tickles!" Owen chuckled. "I'm so glad I bought this!"

It didn't last long for Owen though as Heather turned on the police siren.

Hearing this uncomfortable sound behind him, Owen stopped immediately.

"Oh, this sucks..." Owen sighed.

As the fatboy stopped, Heather looked at the front end of the mirror checking for any strands of hair that could get into her eyes. After she was cleared, Heather got out of the car and strutted over to Owen's white convertible. Owen looked back at the mirror and blushed the second he saw Heather in that sexy cop uniform. She was so sexy that Owen ended up gulping what was the rest of his burger.

When she came up to him, Heather ended up sticking out her cleavage at him.

"License and registration, please." She asked him.

"Um, okay, ma-ma-ma'am." Owen said, blushing with intensity.

He quickly dove into his glovebox and searched for his driver's license and registration. After only 20 seconds of searching around, Owen brought out the two things he needed and showed him to Heather. It looked a little greasy, concerning he was trying to get through the hot buffalo sauce.

"Here you go, ma'am." Owen replied.

"Thanks." Heather said, nodding. "Do you realize why I pulled you over?"

"Was it because I wasn't wearing my seatbelt?" Owen replied again.

"No, sir." Heather shook her head.

"Was it because I accidentally passed major gas and caused a instant roadkill spree?" Owen gulped.

"No..." The Queen Bee groaned.

"Was it because I forgot to lift up my britches when I drove?" Owen guessed.

"Sir, I pulled you over to tell you that your tail-light's out." Heather replied.

"That can't be true," Owen shook his head. "My tail-lights are well lit! Honestly, they are! Go check on them and see I'm not wrong."

"All right, then." She nodded.

She decided to take a look at Owen's headlights from the back. Like Owen said, not one tail-light was out. Both of them were fixed and a-okay.

But Heather didn't think so herself. Using an evil little smirk, she decided to pop Owen's trunk, which remained empty of course. But using her evil skills, Heather managed to plant seven bags of marijuana in the trunk. Owen couldn't tell what was going on, but he could clearly tell that he was screwed either way.

After she shut the trunk, she went back to Owen.

"Sir, why do you have marijuana stashed in your trunk?" Heather groaned.

"WHAT?!" Owen shrieked from this news. "THAT CAN'T BE POSSIBLE! I'VE NEVER SMOKED ANYTHING IN MY LIFE! Well, there was this one time I had to smoke a lit banana on fire due to a bet I lost, but that can't possibly be mine."

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car." Heather demanded him.

"This isn't right!" Owen exclaimed. "I can't go to jail right now! I'm too tasty to go! I still want to explore every cheese to taste, every gravy to sip, every burger to- HEY LOOK, IT'S A UFO!"

"Where?" Heather said as Owen pointed to the far right.

The Queen Bee ended up looking foolishly as Owen decided to get away to the other side of the car.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" Heather exclaimed, trying to catch him.

This now turned into a total cat-and-mouse chase. Despite being only 296 pounds full of fat, Owen ran pretty fast for a fat dude. He ran like Ultimate Warrior fast. So far, he managed to run half a mile without suffering some sort of heart attack. Which was pretty incredible for a guy the size of three huge beer kegs.

"If... I can manage... to run more faster... maybe... I'll lose her...!" Owen said, panting for breath.

"You ain't getting very far here, lardo!" Heather shouted.

Heather managed to chase him on foot for a good minute, until Owen ended up tripping on his shoelaces, landing on the ground in pain!

"Aaagh!" Owen groaned.

Owen wanted to keep running as fast as he can, but he couldn't. As he was about to get up, Heather finally dove in and landed right on his back.

"Don't worry, punk." Heather smirked. "This isn't gonna hurt one bit!"

Suddenly, Heather managed to wrap her legs all across Owen, and with a single squeeze, she squeezed her thighs all around the fatboy's neck. And boy, was she pressing them hard as a vice grip crushing a watermelon. The tighter she squeezed those legs, the harder it was for Owen to breathe out. Who knows how long Owen had before he could pass out.

Heather could hardly care about Owen's well-being as long as it was worth the million dollars she wanted. With her legs still wrapped around him, Heather took the time to give him a ticket coming from her pocket.

"I'm putting you under arrest for possession for marijuana." Heather replied, writing up the ticket. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law."

"But what about my burger...?" Owen said, trying to break free from her strong legs.

"They're too oily and gross for my taste, sir." Heather replied.

As she was finished writing down the ticket, she noticed her walkie talkie go off. Bringing the thing to her ear, Heather spoke out.

"Yes, this is Heather here." She replied. "I got a dispatcher here. 300 pounds, 6'1', big as a damn battleship. Also has that weird buffalo wing smell right by his hands."

"Look, I forgot to throw it away, okay?!" Owen cried out.

"Look punk, I'm talking to my guys here, okay?" Heather spoke down to Owen and right back to her walkie talkie. "Sorry, the suspect being a little fussy. Get here when you can so can mellow the hell out of him, okay? Officer out."

After hanging up, Heather decided to up the ante by squeezing her legs even more. This time, she pressed them so hard that Owen's face was getting a little blue from the pressure. She was looking to choke the hell out of him for good.

"I hope you like the sweet smell of jail." Heather smirked. "It's way better than your burgers!"

"I... can't... breathe!" Owen said, still gasping for air. "Going... beddy... bye... now... need... blanky."

Unfortunately, they were his last words before he passed out unconsciously. So far, Heather managed to finally let him go at the same time the cops had arrived on the scene. Two of those cops looked more like Carl Winslow from Family Matters and Mike Biggs from Mike & Molly. Except their names was Narl and Pike. They managed to step out of the car and help Heather apprehend the suspect.

"Good work, Officer Heather." Narl replied. "You're definitely doing the force proud."

"No problem, boys." Heather nodded. "Owen didn't know what hit him."

"So he fell for the marijuana in the trunk trick? Props to you." Pike chuckled.

"Yeah, of course when he wakes up, he wouldn't know that we tricked him good." Heather smirked.

"Catching punks like him is sure making me hungry. You wanna go get some donuts." Narl chuckled, as he cuffed an unconscious Owen up.

"Sure, but only fat-free for me." The Queen Bee nodded.

And then, just for comedic effect, there was a black background with the words "HEATHER" written in blue military font, definitely taking a page out of the reality show, COPS.

Taking in a smile, Justin turned his focus back to the camera.

"Well, talk about your just desserts, Heather just squeezed him good like a jelly donut." Justin smirked. "But enough about donuts for a minute, let us go to my assistant for the night, she's a nature-lover at heart, Dawn! Let's give it up for Dawn, everyone."

Suddenly, the camera got a good look at Dawn, who was given an applause by a canned audience. The nature-lover felt appreciated by the support the canned audience gave to her, even though there wasn't an audience to begin with.

"Just so you know, I added the canned audience in there, just so it looks like were shooting it live." Justin smirked. "Pretty good, huh?"

"Sure, it really adds to the flow." Dawn nodded.

"Okay Dawn, how long did Heather wrap Owen's neck?"

"Well, knowing the timer that I have here, Heather's had Owen's neck wrapped around 8:32." Dawn said, checking the timer. "I know it ain't much from what I saw, but nevertheless, it's pretty much impressive."

"And because of that impressive showing, Heather stands in around 1st place." Justin reminded everyone. "I'll tell ya, that's gonna be hard to beat for sure. But now ain't the time to rest right now, it's time for some more leg action. Dawn, spin the wheel so everyone can know who's next."

"Got it." Dawn said with her hand on the lottery wheel.

With surprising strength, she spun the wheel while Justin tried to get a good shot from the dart. Using that quarterback arm, Justin flew the dart onto the wheel nicely, landing on Courtney's name.

"Well, what do you know,? It's C.I.T. and my ex-crush that I had back at Total Drama Action, Courtney!" Justin exclaimed. "It's gonna be interesting to see what she does next after the break, so make sure you stay tuned for... QUEEN OF THE LETHAL LEGS CHALLENGE!"

Well, now that Heather's got her turn, it's gonna be interesting to see what Courtney's gonna try to pull off in the next chapter! So make sure you stay tuned next chapter to find out.

Like I said, feedbacks are welcome! Until then, this is UltimateWarriorFan4Ever signing off for now! BOOSH!