"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 3: Courtney

"Welcome back once again to Queen of the Lethal Legs Challenge!" Justin winked to the camera. "If you're living under some kind of house for the several days, you may know that Heather dominated Owen last break! I'll tell ya, Heather definitely knows how to serve hard time, that's for sure! The break's now over and now we're moving on to another leggy chick! This time, it's the always annoyed, always determined C.I.T., Courtney!"

The male model looked over to the huge TV screen where he saw Courtney sitting right on a chair. The outfit Courtney chose to wear was a therapist uniform with her chest cleavage showing (only a little).

"So Courtney, how's it like in there?" He replied.

"Feeling great, thank you very much." Courtney nodded. "I wish they got a seat warmer here. This chair's a little too cold."

"Yeah, they probably don't." Justin chuckled, looking back to the camera. "We've got Courtney dressing up as a therapist, and he's gonna treat the winner of Total Drama: Revenge of the Island to a little session he's gonna want to remember for sure! Will Cameron feel the weight of gams crushing his skinny toothpick neck? Let's find out, shall we?"

Courtney was busy writing down some papers on a clean desk, basically descriptions of her patient that was about to come inside the door anytime soon.

"Let me see here: Scrawny body, big eyes, tight little neck, wimpy. Looks like another sucker I gotta take care of." Courtney said, reading the description.

Suddenly, Cameron's head began peeking through the door.

"Um, is anyone else here?" Cameron replied.

"Not at all, Mr. Wilkins." Courtney smiled. "Come in and have a seat, please?"

"O-o-okay." The nerd nodded with a stutter as he came inside.

As Cameron laid down on the red sofa, Courtney came up to him and pulled up a chair next to him. While she sat down, Courtney continued with the conversation.

"So, how Mr. Wilkins, how are we doing today?" Courtney smiled.

"It's going great." Cameron replied. "I still can't seem to go outside because I'm in my bubble like always. I just wish that I want to break free from my bubble and explore everywhere on the outside. Go to exciting places, meet new people, and smell the entire fresh air without being in my bubble. I've been wasting away in that plastic death-trap for so long, I've been wanting to get out. I just wish my mom would let me understand what I'm feeling, so I wouldn't have to be depressed being trapped in the bubble. You get where I'm going with this?"

"Yes, I do, Mr. Wilkins." Courtney nodded. "And I understand your pain so much. Sometimes life can give us lemons, and sometimes, life can play cruel tricks on us. Unfortunately, some of us have to live life with the disabilities that we have. And the only way we have to get on life is to embrace the things that we have."

"So, you say that I have to make amends with what I have?" Cameron gasped.

"Well, not technically," Courtney shrugged. "But since you're willing to change your way of living in a bubble, I guess I'll help you with some advice."

"You will?"

Suddenly, Courtney stood up on her own two feet and started undressing her therapist outfit in exchange for a black domination outfit. It was mostly a black leather bra, black leather panties with a black garter belt around it, black leather gloves and black leather boots. Cameron's eyes suddenly bulged in quite a beer-goggled way.

"In fact, I will." Courtney nodded.

"W-w-what are you wearing?" Cameron stuttered.

"Trust me, I always do this with my patients," Courtney winked. "Stand still, please."

"Ummmm, okay..." Cameron nodded in an unsure way.

With a smirk, Courtney approached Cameron right by his head and carefully wrapped her legs around his neck. Without sudden warning, Courtney pressed both of her legs around him choking the skinny nerd. Cameron's eyes nearly bulged when those legs of hers started acting like a vice grip. The nerd ended up choking a little as if something got stuck in his throat.

"If you're gonna adjust to life without your bubble, there's some things you need to realize." Courtney replied, pressing those legs tighter. "It's a bit dangerous. There will be every ounce of air, every ounce of atmosphere and every ounce of velocity that will hit you like a bullet. Sometimes, you're gonna struggle being adjusted to the outside at first, but once you settle down to the fresh air, you'll make it out just fine. You are stronger than you think, Mr. Wilkins."

"You... ugggh... think... sooooo?" Cameron hacked a little.

"I know so." Courtney nodded.

And then, Courtney started shifting her legs up and down, just to rub down Cameron's neck a bit sensually, yet tightly. Even though it still hurt Cameron a little bit, he must admit that it felt very good.

"You see, when you see the life that you want to live outside the bubble, you gotta take it by the hands and clench on to it." Courtney insisted. "Always cling on to that object to life and sooner or later, miracles and wonders will be able to work your way. My advice to you is to not choke at it each step you take. Whatever you do, either be at the work force, sports, or in the fields of science, always grab on to that full potential that buries deep inside you."

With her legs still wrapped around him, Courtney then lifted her legs up by an inch, rubbing them vertically. Cameron couldn't quite understand this at all. Was this some sort of weird cult ritual, a massage, or a therapy session. Either way, Cameron was starting to enjoy it. Although the leg scissoring became a little too much to begin with.

"This... is... aaaaaack... starting to hurt... a bit!" Cameron gagged.

"Sometimes, you gotta be willing to go through the pain, Cameron." Courtney replied. "Just because it's all rain and sunshine, that doesn't mean that there's gotta be struggling to endure. I used to be like you, Cameron. A regular C.I.T. trying to make a better place for the world. Everyone said I couldn't achieve my dreams and that they're all hogwash, but you know what? I took everything that they told me and wrapped it away. And you know what happened to me? Success in the Total Drama season, me being class president, suing Chris McLean for every dollar that he has, therefore getting me onto Total Drama Action!"

Courtney could see Cameron's face turning a little bluer than blue. Right now, he was moments away from passing out. Being aware of this, Courtney decided to finish her statement.

"And here's my last advice to you before breaking out of your bubble." Courtney replied. "Whatever you do, don't let no one force you how you should live your life. Learn to take control. Learn to take responsibility for your life. Learn to be yourself. Am I crystal clear, sir?"

Not having enough air, Cameron gasped as he managed to nod weakly.

"Good." Courtney smirked.

Finally, after enough air was choked out of him, Courtney finally managed to let Cameron go.

Suddenly, the nerd found himself passed out on the couch, not responding one bit. It was clear that Cameron was either dead, or perhaps unconscious knowing how long and tightly Courtney wrapped those legs around his neck.

"So, I guess that's our session for today," Courtney smiled. "Any thoughts of what I said?"

Unfortunately, Cameron was still knocked out cold. But she imagined that Cameron had heard everything she said, so it was a 'yes' for her.

"Heh, I guess I'll let you rest for a while until you're awake, then." Courtney said as he kicked back in her chair with her feet on the desk. After all she had done for him, her interesting method of therapy definitely paid off for Cameron.

Pleased by the scene before them, Justin and Dawn both turned to the camera.

"Quite an interesting therapy, huh?" Justin smirked at the moonchild.

"I'll say," Dawn nodded in response. "I probably wouldn't want to get caught in those beams."

"Me too, I still got a modeling contract to uphold!" Justin exclaimed. "Anyway, Dawn. Care to see the time that Courtney had on the hold."

"Certainly." Dawn nodded as she brought the timer out. "So far, Courtney outbested Heather by a good two minutes. So far, Courtney wrapped up Cameron good for an amazing 10:52. So far, so good, I always say."

"10:52, huh?" Justin raised an eyebrow. "Not bad at all. That of course means that with 10:52 to her time, Courtney is now in first place while Heather settles for 2nd. However, that doesn't mean we're done here! There's still more leg wrapping and neck choking to go, so it's time to find out who's the next contestant shall be! Dawn, spin the wheel!"

"Got it!" Dawn exclaimed.

Suddenly, the moonchild took in a good spin of the lottery wheel as Justin aimed which next contestant should be next.

With perfect precision, Justin threw the dart...

...

...

...only to land on Lindsay's name!

"Well, what do you know?" Dawn chuckled. "It managed to land on Lindsay!"

"Lindsay, huh? I can't wait to see what the dimwitted blonde thinks of next!" Justin exclaimed. "What will she have in store for one of our guys? Will she try not to screw up like always, or will she succeed with flying colors? We'll find out after the break right here on QUEEN... OF THE LETHAL LEGS CHALLLLENGE!"

Sorry, I had a bit of trouble on the Courtney chapter. I'm not sure if that's how a therapist acts (I've never been to therapy), but at least I made the chapter more interesting. How will Lindsay fare in the chapter?

Feedbacks are welcome! Until then, this is UltimateWarriorFan4Ever signing off for now! BOO-YEAH!