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Weeks after Week Four of the Messy Six Nations aired, six women walked into a communal changing room at a London television studio. Nervously, they changed into their formal attire for the evening’s show. A blonde woman in a metallic yellow-green minidress looked around the room. “So, am I the only one in need of some Dutch courage?” she asked. The other five shook their heads.
A red-haired woman looked over at her and grinned. “No, Saoirse,” she said. “You’re not. Let’s face it, Scotland had a thirty-eight to thirty-eight tie against England. I don’t want to think about what they’ve got in-store for Emma and me.”
A slender brunette dressed in white walked up and put her arm around the redhead. “I have to agree with you there, Karen. If this show sticks to form, it’ll be really messy and completely embarrassing,” she said as she got a quizzical look from the redhead.
“Emma? Is that dress so tight you can’t wear a bra?!” asked the red-haired woman in shock.
The brunette blushed as the other four tittered. “Yeah, it is,” she said bashfully. “And I could do with a drink as well after that comment, Karen. Why did I wear this dress? I just know Carla’s going to rip it off me if she gets a chance.”
“Good thing they gave us this then,” called a French-accented voice from beside a wet bar in one corner of the room. The other five towards her to find her holding a bottle of Courvoisier Cognac which she poured into six glasses set out on a nearby table. “So, grab your drink and let’s relax while we can.”
A blonde in a red dress grinned as she took one of the glasses. “So, Emma, I see you had to go back to the pixie-cut hairdo after what happened at Easter.”
Emma sighed. “Unfortunately, Katherine.”
“At least you still have a full head of hair,” interjected Karen, remembering shaving her head for a role. “I had to regrow mine after Guardians of the Galaxy: Volume One wrapped.”
So, the six women each picked up a glass of the brandy and sat on the sofas and armchairs in the room, swapping gossip while sipping their drinks. As they drank the last of the fiery wine-derived alcohol, one of the producers knocked on the door and told them that they’d be “on-air” in ten minutes’ time.
Meanwhile, in another changing room, three women waited, having just got changed for the night’s show. One was a blonde-haired American actress, the second, also American, was a blonde-haired professional wrestler while the third, also a wrestler, had her hair dyed so she looked like the stereotypical Irish redhead.
The blonde actress looked at the other two women. “So, they roped you both into presenting this as well?” she asked. “Any idea how the others will react?”
The two wrestlers laughed. “They won’t know what hit ’em!” they both chuckled. When they were told by a producer that filming for that night’s episode would begin in five minutes, the three women swiftly left the room, flashing quick grins at the show’s normal presenters as they passed.
Loud, bass-heavy music filled the air as the studio lights blazed to life, bathing everything in a warm yellow glow. The familiar collection of phone box gunge tanks, pools of gunge greeted the viewers and studio audience. Four different styles of Messy Six Nations logos were hung on every piece of set-dressing and on the studio walls.
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A smiling slender dirty blonde woman walked onto the stage wearing a strapless white knee-length dress. She waved to the camera. “Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Week Five of the Messy Six Nations 2019 with me, Jessica Alba filling in for the currently indisposed Georgie Thompson. I’m joined by my lovely assistants, from the WWE, Becky Lynch and Charlotte Flair!”![presenter_week5-jessica_alba-dress]()
The two well-toned professional wrestlers, one with fiery orange-red hair and wearing a blue bikini top and green bikini bottoms and the other blonde and wearing a white and grey striped bikini walked on side-by-side while waving to the audience while shooting each other the odd glare. When they reached where Jessica was waiting they wrapped her in a three-way group hug.![presenter_week5-becky_lynch-bikini1]()
Jessica smiled at her two co-presenters for the night. “Hi, Becky, Charlotte,” she welcomed the two women who had become working rivals having once been best friends. “Are you ready for Week Five of this little mess fest?”![presenter_week5-charlotte_flair-bikini2]()
The redhead grinned. “Sure am, Jessica,” she replied. “I don’t think the celebrity participants are quite sure what we’ve got ready for them. It should be interesting to see their reactions.”
Blonde-haired Charlotte chuckled. “Yeah, they are going to be getting super messy!” she laughed. “Not to mention the level of grossness of this episode’s messy forfeits.”
Jessica laughed. “That’s true,” she giggled. “You both have gone for bikinis tonight. I take it neither of you want to get your other outfits messed-up.”
Charlotte gave a nervous chuckle. “Well, it was a pain to get that red outfit I wore for Week Four cleaned,” she said, leaning conspiratorially towards the camera. “Word of advice, ladies, don’t spill a bowl of caramel sauce on your clothes.”
Jessica chuckled. “Fair enough, Charlotte,” she agreed. “Now, I think it’s time to meet our six celebrity fans for tonight, shall we?”
The other two women standing beside her agreed. The three presenters grinned for the camera.
Jessica’s smile widened. “Well, let’s get them out here,” she said. “Becky, start us off?”
The redhead grinned. “Will do, Jessica,” she replied. “This week’s matches were kicked off with Italy versus France who will be represented by Giulia Diletta Leotta and Eva Green! Charlotte?”
“Thanks, Becky,” called out the blonde wrestler. “Next up we had Wales playing host to Ireland. So, we’ll be welcoming back Katherine Jenkins and Saoirse Ronan! Back to you, Jessica!”
Jessica chuckled at her co-presenters’ jocular announcements. “Thank you, Charlotte,” she chuckled. “Rounding off Week Five, we have England versus Scotland, who’ll be represented by Emma Watson and Karen Gillan.”
Becky and Charlotte grinned for the camera. “But where are they?!” they cried out.
Jessica rolled her eyes at the other two. “Back-stage somewhere, I think,” she said. “Come on out, ladies.”
Six women walked out onto the stage in pairs, smiling and waving to the audience. Giulia was wearing a sheer black dress with a black bra and knickers underneath and a pair of gold-coloured high-heeled sandals. Eva on the other hand was wearing the same sheer blue dress she had worn for the previous episode, which made it obvious to the audience and the at-home viewers that she was without a bra beneath the dress. Katherine wore a red floor-length evening dress while Saoirse wore a metallic yellow-green minidress and matching high-heeled sandals. ![ity-giulia_diletta_leotta-sheer_black_dress]()
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The next pair were Emma and Karen. Emma wore a white minidress and a pair of high-heeled open-toed shoes while Karen was clad in a pale blue minidress and dark-blue high-heeled shoes. Emma, with a cheeky smile on her face, blew a kiss to the camera as they walked past, earning a playful punch on her shoulder from Karen.
The six women walked out to six podia arrayed around the show’s three presenters. They all had nervous looks towards the various apparatus arrayed around them.![scot-karen_gillan-blue_dress2]()
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Jessica grinned at the six celebrity fans. “Well, ladies, this is going to be an interesting night for most of you,” she said, trying to stop herself from laughing out loud. “But, first why don’t you all take a seat as we’re reversing the running order for tonight.” The six celebrity fans did so, perching on a trio of purple upholstered sofas.
Charlotte grinned. “Yes, folks, tonight we’re going to start with Presenters’ Predictions,” she said with a chuckle. “Now, Georgie, Carla and Hannah have been prepped for what’s to come, so let’s see them!”
The sound of rolling wheels filled the air, as three wheelbarrows were pushed on-stage by stagehands dressed from head-to-toe in black ninja suits. In each wheelbarrow was one of the handcuffed main presenters, their legs overhanging to front of the barrow. In one there was petite, long-haired blonde Georgie Thompson, the second carried the busty brunette Carla Brown while busty, short-haired blonde Hannah Martin was in the third. While Georgie wore a strapless white dress, Carla wore a pink bra, a pink and black thong, black suspenders and sheer black stockings. Hannah on the other hand wore black lingerie consisting of a lacy bra, a very skimpy thong, suspenders and stockings. The stagehands lifted the three women onto their feet and led them over to two seven-feet-high metal posts linked by a horizontal metal beam where the handcuffs on their wrists were each locked to an attached ring. This stretched the three women’s arms above their heads.
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Jessica laughed at the predicament of the three ladies. “Now, let’s introduce the ladies that these three were taking on in this week’s Presenters’ Predictions. First up and facing off against Carla with predictions of the result of the Italy versus France match was TV presenter Bianca Westwood!” The audience cheered at this pronouncement
Becky let out a brief chuckle. “Next up, we had Wales versus Ireland. Taking on Hannah Martin was Game Of Thrones star Sophie Turner!” Wolf-whistles joined the cheers.
Charlotte gave a sly grin. “And finally, taking on Georgie Thompson over England versus Scotland we have singer Dua Lipa.”
Jessica grinned. “I presume they’re waiting back-stage,” she chuckled. “Come on out, ladies!”
The three women walked out onto the stage wearing thong bikinis. Bianca and Dua wore maroon bikinis that were almost purple while Sophie was wearing pale pink.
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The three challengers walked over to where Jessica, Becky and Charlotte were waiting. Jessica smiled welcomingly at them. “Welcome to the show, ladies,” she said. “Now, I presume, like Georgie, Carla and Hannah, you are interested in how you actually did. So, let’s find out shall we? Every pair of eyes in the studio focussed on the large screen came to life showing the familiar yellow writing on a green background. However, the results flashed in bright red.![presentersprediction-week5]()
Jessica, Becky and Charlotte gaped. “Well that’s a first,” commented Charlotte dryly.
Jessica gave the six contestants a puzzled look. “Yeah, it is. How did none of you even predict the result never mind the score?!”
The six women shrugged their shoulders as best they could. Becky gave the six a sly grin. “Well, that just makes for more fun for the rest of us!”
Jessica grinned. “So, Bianca, I believe you entered this competition as a dare,” she chuckled. “Is that actually true?”
The dark-haired sports presenter pouted. “Yeah, my co-host Jeff Stelling thought it would be a good idea,” she smiled bashfully. “I think when I agreed to do this we’d both forgotten that we present Soccer Saturday rather than Rugby Saturday!” This cracked the audience up as everyone in the studio burst out laughing.
“Or was Jeff stitching you up?” asked Becky cheekily.
A horrified look of realisation crossed Bianca’s face. “Oh, crap!” she exclaimed, her hands flying up to cup her cheeks. “I bet he bloody was doing just that! He was saying that I should give it a try for weeks before applications closed!”
The three presenters giggled. Charlotte flashed the sports presenter a quick grin. “Well, Bianca, you’re here now and patriotically not opting for France has not worked out for either Carla or yourself. So, why don’t you go over and join her?”
The blonde wrestler led Bianca over to where Carla was still hanging out, shackled as she was to the metal beam overhead. Bianca’s eyes widened in shock and she took a step byback when she spotted the extra set of hand-cuffs which dangled from the beam beside where Carla stood. Charlotte, however, had been half-expecting this reaction and pushed the brunette forward.
Bianca quickly found her hands cuffed to the beam above her head. She glanced nervously across at Carla who raised an eyebrow and shrugged in reply.
Jessica grinned. “Well, this is only getting started!” she said, pausing for a roar of approval from the audience. “So, now that Bianca’s practically strung up beside Carla, let’s get to what everyone wants to see.”
Becky grinned. “Yeah, this has dragged a bit too much,” she laughed. “But, we’ve got some rather nasty surprises for these six lovely ladies. But, let’s see what’s coming up for Carla and Bianca. Charlotte, what have you got over there?”
The powerfully-built blonde grinned from the right-hand side of the stage, as she lifted up two five-gallon buckets filled with a thick cloying grey slop. The blonde wrestler carried them across to the two helpless women. As she did so, Bianca gave the hand-cuffs around her wrists an exploratory rattle. Charlotte chuckled. “That won’t help you, Bianca,” she said, as Bianca gave an exaggerated pout. “Well, Becky, these buckets appear to have been filled with a mix of clay and leftover food which makes for a foul-smelling slop.”
Becky feigned disgust, wrinkling her nose. “Sounds rank, Charlotte,” she remarked. “Want some help with those buckets?”
Her WWE Smackdown rival grinned. “Sure, take one of them, please,” she said. “I think Bianca and Carla deserve to have their panties filled. Well, Carla’s panties and Bianca’s bikini bottoms.”
Becky shot a querying glance at the blonde. “So, who are you pouring your bucket over, Carla or Bianca?”
Charlotte grinned. “I’ll go for Carla,” she chuckled. “So, do you fancy mucking up a couple of English ladies?”
Becky chuckled. “Oh, yes!” she laughed evilly, as she picked up the second of the slop-filled buckets. The redhead walked over to the dark-haired football presenter. Seeing Bianca’s anxious look, she winked and hooked her fingers into the brunette’s bikini bottoms.
Bianca’s eyes widened in shock. “You are not going to do what I think you’re going to, are you?” she asked nervously.
Becky and Charlotte looked at each other and laughed. Becky flashed a grin at Bianca. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “I am! After all, this is the last Messy Six Nations episode, so we have to take things to the extreme!” With that, she tipped the bucket of gluey, muddy slop over so that the lumpy grey muck flooded Bianca’s bikini bottoms. Becky smirked as she watched Bianca shudder as the bucket’s contents washed over her pussy. As the smelly slop overflowed the waistband of the sports presenter’s bikini bottoms, Becky quickly raised the bucket and poured the last few lumpy inches of slop from it over the dark-haired woman’s head.
Bianca squealed as the mucky leftovers engulfed her sleek dark hair. “Oh, gr…glumph!” she tried to complain only to get a mouthful of the disgusting muck as Becky shifted the pour to flow over her upturned pretty face and down onto her swimsuit-encased breasts. When the last lumpy drops of muck dripped out of the bucket, Bianca’s head, chest, shoulders and upper back were smothered in thick grey slop.
Having seen what Becky had done to Bianca, Carla gulped as she watched Charlotte approach her with the second bucket of the thick, lumpy grey gunk in her hands. Mirroring Becky’s actions, Charlotte pulled out the waistband of Carla’s black and pink thong. Giving the dark-haired glamour model a nasty grin, Charlotte poured out the grey slop, quickly filling the English woman’s skimpy knickers to the point of overflowing. The blonde wrestler then dumped the rest of the gooey muck over Carla’s head. Carla was left, similarly to Bianca, covered in muddy clay and half-rotten food from her waist up.
Carla stood dripping with the grey gloop, her arms tied above her head meaning she couldn’t wipe away the excess lumpy slop. Alongside her, Bianca was in a similar predicament. Smirking at the camera, Charlotte picked up a scissors from a small table nearby. “Well, Carla, Bianca,” she sneered playfully. “I think you’re both looking a little over-dressed.” Grinning at the two hand-cuffed women, Charlotte strategically cut through the skimpy outfits that they were wearing. She then pulled away the remains of their outfits.
Carla rolled her eyes as her eyes drifted downwards to take in her current state of undress. “Well, this is new… not!” A blushing Bianca Westwood just glared at the other woman.
The two female WWE wrestlers smirked as they took in the sight of the two slop-covered women. Charlotte grinned. “Well, ladies if you thought that was all you were facing then you were sorely mistaken,” she gloated. “This is because we’re going to dunk you both into this!” The blonde American woman hauled on a nearby four-foot-tall lever and the grated floor that Bianca and Carla stood upon retracted. They both found themselves dangling above of a toxic-looking pool of gunge which just lapped against the soles of their feet.
Bianca cast an anxious look towards the disgusting-looking, multi-coloured goo beneath her feet. “Oh, nooo!” she groaned. “Please, don’t do this.”
Becky rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop begging, Bianca,” she scoffed. “You sound like a spoilt child.” The redhead shook her head in disappointment before laying a hand over a large red button on a nearby pedestal. A nasty grin split her face and she pushed down on the button.
A fast-paced whirring noise filled the air, as the overhead metal bar rapidly dropped. The nude television presenter and glamour model plunged into the slime. They were instantly submerged in the sticky liquid before eventually popping back to the surface. They were both caked with the incredibly sticky liquid.
Jessica looked over the two slime-covered women and grinned at the camera. “Well, that looks very uncomfortable,” she laughed. “We’ll just leave Bianca and Carla to soak and move onto something different.”
Charlotte and Becky walked up beside her. Becky grinned. “Yes, we’re now going to look at the forfeits for our first pair of celebrity fans,” she said with a chuckle.
Charlotte laughed. “Yes, our first match for Week Five is, of course, Italy versus France,” she announced. “As we’ve already said, they are represented by Giulia Diletta Leotta and Eva Green.”
“But, that’s not all,” interjected Jessica. “While we’ll be switching back and forth between our celebrity fans and the contestants in the prediction competition, we’re also changing what the six fans will be facing. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we all know that this is the last episode of the series for this year. So, we’re bringing back the combined penalty and scrum counts of Week Two so that we have an extra messy finale!” Six groans came from the celebrity fans when they heard this.
Jessica wagged a finger at them. “Now, ladies,” she taunted. “There’s no need for that! Okay, Charlotte, want to start us off?”
The blonde bombshell grinned. “Yes, please, Jessica,” she said. “Okay, let’s start this off with the first match of Week Five. “Giulia, Eva, join Jessica at our wonderful ‘Hat of Goo’, please.”
The blonde Italian sports presenter and the dark-haired French actress stepped off of the podium that each of them were standing on and walked over to where the blonde actress waited beside the familiar striped top hat. The two celebrity fans shot a nervous glance at the hat.
Jessica smiled at the two women. “Okay, Giulia and Eva, you’ve both been here already,” she began. “So, this match may have been played in Rome but France still beat Italy twenty-five points to fourteen. Giulia, I’m afraid that that eleven point deficit means that you’re rather overdressed. I’m afraid you need to remove your dress.”
Giulia’s shoulders dropped. “I could have done without that!” she groaned, as she unbuttoned three buttons down the front of her dress and pulled her arms out of it’s elbow-length sleeves. The busty blonde television personality then let the sheer garment fall to the ground, leaving her in just a pair of high-waisted black knickers and a lacy black bra and her gold-coloured sandals. The audience jeered and wolf-whistled at her.
The sexy Italian presenter straightened up and looked over at where Georgie waited. Georgie flashed a mischievous grin in reply. “Okay, Giulia, a penalty count of five plus a scrum count of six means that you’ll have to pick three forfeits out of the hat.”
Giulia smiled ruefully as she reached her right arm into the hat. “You know, there really isn’t anything nice in here, is there, Jessica?” asked the Italian pulling out one of the pieces of paper and giving it to the blonde-haired American.
Jessica grinned at the blonde. “No, Giulia, there isn’t,” she replied, unfolding the paper. “Like this one. Please, Strip One Article of Clothing.”
“Noooo!” groaned Giulia. Her face fell as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. She slid the straps from her shoulders and then pulled the undergarment down her arms before tossing it to the side. She quickly covered her boobs with her hands, looking decidedly more nervous.
Jessica flashed a cheeky grin at her. “That’s one disciplinary forfeit down and two to go for you, Giulia,” she reminded the Italian. “Please, pick your next forfeit.”
With her left hand covering her bare boobs, the blonde Italian reached into the striped hat once more and pulled out a second crap of folded-up paper. Nervously, she handed it over to Jessica.
The still-grinning American actress unfolded the paper and gave Giulia a sly look as she read what was written on it. “Well, Giulia, time to get dirty,” she smirked. “you’re about to get egged!”
A look of horror crossed Giulia’s face, as she saw the three stand-in hosts each pick up a carton of a dozen eggs. The three women quickly surrounded her and began smacking the eggs against the top of her head. After they had broken all the eggs over her, Giulia was soaked. Slimy trails of egg yolks dripped from her chin, onto and off her large bare breasts.
Jessica chuckled at the now-bedraggled Italian. “Okay, Giulia, I know you’re fairly messy as it is,” she laughed. “But it’s time to pick out your last disciplinary forfeit.”
With a nervous look on her face, Giulia reached into the hat and pulled out the first piece of paper her fingers brushed against. With a trembling hand she handed it to Jessica.
The dirty blonde American actress grinned as she read what was written on the piece of paper. “Well, Giulia, your unknown forfeits are finishing with a nice helping of spaghetti… in your knickers!”
Giulia grimaced. Why do they have to use that?! “Oh, wonderful,” she said sarcastically.
“Yes, it is,” retorted Becky, walking over carrying a pot filled with tomato-covered pasta. “Now, pull out your knickers a little bit, please.”
Rolling her eyes, Giulia did so. In an instant, Becky tipped out the tomatoey noodles. Giulia quickly found her crotch flooded with the sloppy pasta. She squirmed as she felt the spaghetti and tomato sauce sloshing around against her muff.
Charlotte walked over to a nearby table and picked up a Strawberry Swiss Roll. “Well, Giulia, you’re finished with the disciplinary forfeits,” she said. “So, it’s time for a Cake in the Face. Although this time it’s a Swiss Roll!” Charlotte swung the rolled up confection of sponge, cream and jam into the blonde-haired Italian’s face. Giulia rocked backwards as the Swiss Roll disintegrated against her face, coating her cheeks, mouth, nose and forehead in sticky, creamy goo. Before Giulia could even wipe her eyes, Charlotte grabbed her by the elbow and led her towards the phone box-turned-gunge tank that stood at the back of the stage. Giulia got a gentle push in the back and stepped into the gunge tank.
The blonde-haired wrestler swiftly closed the glass door on the former phone box and slid the bolt home, sealing the tank shut. The brunette model then rested her hand on the activation switch. “Well, Giulia, things are about to get a hell of a lot sloppier for you!”
Giulia rolled her eyes. “Oh, really, Carla,” she said, dripping sarcasm. “Tell me something I don’t know!”
“Ooohh, snarky!” crowed Charlotte. “Time to do something about that sassy mouth of yours!”
Before Giulia could respond, Charlotte flicked the activation switch. Six streams of thick, heavy, lumpy slime splashed over her from different directions. In an instant, the large-chested Italian woman was covered in the blue, yellow and green goo from head to toe. But as ever on the show, the flow of slime didn’t stop there.
Giulia squirmed as the multi-hued gunk filled the tank. It quickly covered her legs and knickers-clad crotch and arse. Half a minute after the lumpy slime began to flow, it rose over her stomach and oozed upward. Giulia squirmed as she felt her large breasts and shoulders disappear beneath the slimy goo. It finally stopped flowing when only her head was above the surface of the sticky, lumpy liquid.
Giulia groaned when only a few drops were falling on her head. “Ugh! This is disgusting!”
The three stand-in presenters chuckled at this remark. Becky, with a glance towards the almost submerged woman in the tank, stepped forward and took hold of the bolt which sealed the gunge tank shut. Okay, I know what’s coming, she thought as she slid the bolt aside and flung open the door. The redhead let out a yelp of surprise as the usual wave of gunge surged out of the tank and coated her from her shoulders to her toes.
At this point, Jessica and Charlotte pulled out six miniature, almost toy-like, cannons. They positioned these so that each cannon was aimed at Giulia’s upper body from a slightly different angle.
Jessica grinned at the busty Italian. “Well, Giulia, what do you think of the Ink Bazooka?” she asked. “We’ve copied it from some crazy Japanese gameshow, in case you’re wondering.”
The full-chested Italian blonde grimaced. “I don’t like the look of it, Jessica,” she answered, throwing nervous glances at the six cannon-shaped nozzles.
The blonde-haired actress chuckled, taking hold of a nearby lever. “Oh, dear, Giulia,” she taunted the Italian. “We can’t have that!”
With these words, Jessica pulled the lever. Six expanding plumes of thick black ink erupted from the cannon-shaped nozzles, covering the Italian TV passenger’s front from her knees to the top of her head. Globular drops of ink dripped slowly top the floor from Giulia’s face, breasts, hands and arse.
Charlotte chuckled at the predicament of the Italian blonde. “Hmmm, I think we’ll let Giulia drip dry,” she commented, only just stifling the laughter bubbling through her voice. “And next up is our French representative, Eva. Why don’t you join Jessica to find out the French disciplinary forfeits?”
Eva rolled her eyes and nervously brushed a strand of her dark hair back behind her left ear. She stood and walked slowly to where Jessica waited beside the familiar striped hat. “So, what’s the situation?” she asked timidly.
Jessica chuckled. “Well, Eva,” she began. “France may have won this match but there was one man shown a yellow card, they conceded fourteen penalties and had six scrums awarded against them. Altogether, this means that you’re going to be dealing with a total of seven forfeits!”
Eva’s jaw dropped open in shock. “You have got to be kidding me!” she exclaimed. “That’s a crazy amount!”
Becky laughed. “I bet yer glad that France actually won this match,” chuckled the Irish wrestler. “‘Cause otherwise you’d nearly be the messiest of anyone on the Messy Six Nations! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!”
Jessica shook her head at the antics of her red-haired co-presenter. “Anyway, enough chit-chat,” she interjected. “Eva, it’s time to pick your first forfeit.”
The dark-haired French actress pouted exaggeratedly. “Oh, great,” she said sullenly and reached into the hat. With her nerves jangling, Eva quickly pulled out one of the folded pieces of paper. Biting her lip anxiously, she handed it over to Jessica who unfolded it.
The American actress’s mouth twitched upwards as she fought not to grin. “Okay, Eva,” she giggled. “An easy one to start with. We’re going to egg you!” The audience cheered when they heard this.
The three stand-in presenters shared a grin between themselves, as they each picked up a box of a dozen eggs. Repeating what they had done to Giulia the two blondes and one redhead began smashing the eggs against the French brunette’s forehead and crown. The slimy contents of the eggs matted her hair and trailed their sloppy way down her face before dripping onto her dress, soaking it and increasing its translucency.
When the last egg yolk had dripped from Eva’s nose and splatted into her cleavage, Jessica gestured towards the striped hat. “Okay, Eva, that was just a warm-up,” she announced. “Please, pick your second forfeit.”
Eva threw her eyes to heaven at the blondes attempt at a joke. With a nervous look on her face, she reached inside the hat and pulled out yet another piece of paper.
Grinning at the egg-soaked Frenchwoman, Jessica took the folded-up piece of paper out of her hand. The blonde-haired American actress unfolded the paper and read the two words written on it. “Whoops!” she exclaimed. “Unluckily for you, Eva, you’ve drawn the Spaghetti Filler!”
“Oh, no!” groaned Eva, wrinkling up her nose in disgust.
Jessica laughed. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “Just hold up the skirts of your dress, please.”
Eva did so, exposing the dark-blue lace thong she was wearing underneath. After Eva did this, Jessica pulled out the waistband of the underwear and lifted up a jug which was filled with tomato sauce-covered pasta. Flashing the dark-haired French actress an almost malicious smile, the blonde presenter tipped the jug forward and poured the mass of tomato saturated spaghetti into the lacy underwear. Eva squirmed as she felt the spaghetti and tomato sauce sloshing against her muff. The pasta overflowed her thong, trickles of tomato sauce running down her thighs and bringing strands of pasta with it. When the jug was empty, Jessica let go of the thong’s waistband. This snapped back into place, pushing tomatoey pasta deeper into Eva’s pussy. The dark-haired woman shivered and cringed as the pieces of now-soggy pasta tickled her clit.
Jessica grinned at Eva’s discomfort. “You look a bit hot and bothered there, Eva!” she teased. “Maybe your next forfeit will help you cool down!”
Eva groaned in frustration as she reached into the hat once again. After rooting around among all the bits of paper, she pulled one out and gave it to Jessica.
Jessica chuckled when she read what was written on the piece of paper she had just unfolded. “Well, Eva, you’re not going to like this. Strip two articles of clothing. I think that’s all you’re wearing, isn’t it?”
The French brunette dragged a hand down her face. Oh, my God! What is going to happen next! She fumed at herself internally. With a sigh, she slid the thin straps of her diaphanous dress from her shoulders and took a hold of the bottom hem. In one smooth motion Eva pulled the dress off over her head, revealing her spaghetti-filled thong and now-bare breasts to the gaze of the studio and at-home audience. Almost immediately, her ears were assaulted by cheers and wolf-whistles from the audience. The brunette’s face quickly turned red in embarrassment as she covered her breasts with her left arm.
Jessica, Charlotte and Becky grinned at the blushing actress. Jessica reached over and squeezed one of her buttocks. “Eva, you’re not done yet!” she teasingly reminded the other woman. “Don’t make me fetch a pair of scissors!”
Eva glared at the blonde woman. With a grumpy expression, she slid her thong down her legs and, when it was tangled at her ankles, kicked it aside. She then walked back over to the hat sitting as always on its fake stone pedestal.
Jessica grinned. “Right, Eva,” she gestured to the striped monstrosity beside her. “I’m afraid you’ve still got four forfeits ahead of you.”
Eva pouted at Jessica. “Oh, wonderful!” she muttered sarcastically, as she reached into the hat once more.
Jessica just grinned as she read what was on the latest scrap of folded paper that Eva had given her. “Uh-oh, Eva,” she said mockingly. “Next up is another M6N favourite, the Slop Bucket!”
This brought a chorus of cheers from the audience, as Eva looked at the floor trying to hide her embarrassment. As she did so, Becky walked up carrying a large bucket filled with disgusting-looking left-over food. Becky cleared her throat noisily, startling Eva into looking up.
When she looked up, Eva was met by a cascade of vegetable peelings, gravy and soup, as Becky poured the bucket’s contents over her head. The lumpy-looking slop engulfed her face and hair before flowing down her neck. When the last drops fell from the bucket, Eva was dripping with slop which covered her head and tits and soaked every inch of her hair. The dark-haired actress cringed as a slimy-looking piece of gravy and porridge-covered potato skin slid down her cheek and landed on her shoulder.
Jessica chuckled at the sight before her. “Loovvely!” she teased earning a glare from Eva. “Don’t be like that, Eva! You’d better pull your next forfeit from the hat.”
Eva groaned. She was tiring of the constant coverings of muck. Reaching an arm into the hat, exposing her tits once again, she pulled out another of the ominous pieces of paper. This was quickly taken from her by Jessica.
The blonde-haired American actress read what was written on the piece of paper and chuckled. “Oh, this’ll be fun,” she remarked. “Okay, Eva, pick an audience member to share your gungey experience with. I should mention that as well as the stint in a gunge tank from previous episodes, the woman Eva chooses will also join her for her following two forfeits!” A collective gasp came from the female members of the audience.
A wry smile crossed Eva’s face as she looked over the women in the audience. Her gaze fell on a curvy blonde whose large breasts were barely contained by the blue and yellow Swedish flag-patterned bikini she was wearing.
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Eva grinned as she locked eyes with the blonde in question. “She’s sitting four rows from the back and two seats in from the left-hand side of the aisle, Jessica,” she said with a chuckle.
Jessica looked where the French actress had indicated and grinned. “Oh, I see her,” she said. “Come on down here, sweetie!”
Nervously the blonde bombshell stood up and walked down the steps of the aisle towards the stage. She walked up to where Jessica and Eva were waiting.
Jessica smiled encouragingly at the Swedish woman. “Welcome on-stage, miss,” she said with a chuckle. “Tell us a bit about yourself, please.”
The bikini-clad blonde smiled nervously. “Hi, I’m Kristina,” she began. “I’m a twenty-five year-old architect and I’m from Malmö.”
“You’re from Malmö?” asked Becky. “I have to ask, are you a Eurovision fan?”
“That depends on how good the Swedish song is!” joked Kristina, bringing a guffaw of laughter from the audience.
“At least your honest!” laughed the three presenters.
Jessica grinned after she stopped laughing. “Okay, ladies, let’s get this back on track!” she said, causing the other four women to emotionally sober up very quickly. “Eva and Kristina, it’s time to check out our gunge tank.”
With these words Eva and the Swedish audience member were dragged across the stage by Becky and Charlotte. The two wrestlers gave each of them a gentle but firm push in the back so that they stepped into another of the show’s converted phone boxes. As they did so, the camera zoomed in on Eva’s bare derriere and Kristina’s thong-clad arse.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, Becky closed the gunge tank’s glass door and slid the bolt home, sealing it shut. The feisty redhead then rested her hand over the tank’s activation switch. “You okay in there, ladies?” she asked, only getting a pair of nods in return, as Eva and Kristina wrapped their arms around each other’s waist in a vain attempt to ward off the nerves.
Winking in the direction of Charlotte and Jessica, Becky didn’t even ask if the two women in the gunge tank were ready. Seconds after they had stepped inside, Becky flicked the switch.
A gurgle over their heads caused both the French brunette and Swedish blonde to cringe. In an instant, they found themselves being blasted from six different angles with green, yellow, black and red slime. The slime washed over their hair and splashed into their pretty faces. One stream of kaleidoscopic slime somehow managed to splash over their tits.
Eva wriggled as the slime began to fill the tank. Even as the slime poured over her, Kristina, smirked as the French actress writhed against her. When the slime submerged their buttocks and climbed over their stomachs, the Swede dropped her hands to cup Eva’s arse and pussy earning a quiet gasp from the pretty brunette. As the slime covered their tits, the blonde woman kneeded Eva’s arse with one hand while the fingers of the other stroked through the folds of the dark-haired actress’s pussy. This brought Eva to a shuddering orgasm as the slime rose to just below her chin. She leaned against the blonde, gasping for air.
Eva took a minute to regain some composure. “I can’t believe you did that!” she whispered in the blonde-haired woman’s ear.
“Well, they did say to the audience members that if we were called on-stage we were to embarrass the celebrity fans, sexually if possible,” whispered Kristina in reply. “So, you just came on live TV.”
The three presenters smirked at each other, throwing knowing glances towards the two slime-covered women. Noticing that Becky had backed away from the door of the booth-like gunge tank, Charlotte rolled eyes, bent down and opened the door, bracing herself for the wave of gunge the flowed out and coated her from head-to-toe.
With Eva leaning against Kristina for support, they staggered over to where Jessica waited, the foreboding blue, white, red, green and orange striped hat still sitting on its pedestal beside her. The audience jeered and cheered at the two in equal measure. They both had deep blushes on their faces when they got in position.
Jessica smiled knowingly at them. “Okay, ladies, you had an interesting time in the gunge tank,” she chuckled. “Eva, it’s time to pick your penultimate forfeit.”
The Casino Royale star hung her head as she rummaged inside the hat. Shortly, she closed her fist around a folded scrap of paper and handed it to Jessica with a resigned look on her face.
The blonde-haired American actress unfolded the paper and took her time reading it. “Oooh, ha-ha-ha,” she chuckled. “Well, Eva, it’s time for Kristina and you to take a Bean Bath!”
Eva groaned. “Oh, yuck!” The sound of a squeaky wheel caught her attention and she spun around. Her eyes widened as she saw Becky and Charlotte pushing the familiar green bathtub onto the stage. As before, the colour of the bath clashed wildly with the baked beans that filled two-thirds of it.
The two wrestlers beckoned the two messy ladies forward. A sly grin crossed Charlotte’s face. “Kristina, I think you’re a little over-dressed,” she said, earning a gasp from the Swedish blonde. “So, it would be good if you could let your nipples out to play.”
Kristina gasped as her eyes widened in horror. With her cheeks blazing red,she slid the cups of her bikini top to the side, revealing her pale pink nipples to the studio.
Becky grinned at the now-embarrassed blonde. “Okay, Kristina, why don’t you get into the bath first and then cuddle into Eva when she gets in.”
Kristina did so, gingerly sitting down in the tomato-covered beans which came to just below her breasts. After she was settled in the beans, Eva began taking a seat in front of her. The dark-haired French actress squirmed as she felt her arse come into contact with the beans. When the tomato-covered beans enveloped her shaven muff, the squirming almost became a constant shudder. Seconds later, Eva felt her buttocks touch the bottom of the bath, which left her surrounded by baked beans up to her tits. Eva gasped quietly as she felt Kristina’s hands intertwine over her belly. Seconds later, Kristina cuddled snugly against Eva’s back, squashing her large tits against the other woman.
Charlotte grinned at them. “Ladies, don’t forget to submerge for five seconds.”
The two women in the beans slowly ducked their heads beneath the surface of the beans. They shortly popped back into view, beans rolling down their exposed curves.
Smirking to herself, Kristina shifted where her hands rested and idly stroked her fingers through Eva’s most sensitive areas. Eva gasped and squirmed as she felt the building of a new climax.
Jessica chuckled at the sight of the actress getting all hot and bothered. “You look quite comfortable there, Eva, ” she teased. “Will I pick your next forfeit out for you?”
“Yes… please, Jessica,” Eva gasped out.
“Okay, ” grinned the blonde American actress. She reached into the hat and pulled out one of the folded pieces of paper. ” Hmmm, I wonder what’s on this.”
Jessica unfolded the paper. Her grin widened as she read what was written on it. “Well, I thought this sounded interesting,” she said. “Eva, Kristina, it’s time for a Sweet Surprise! You don’t even need to move!”
Both of the women in question frowned in puzzlement. They looked inquisitively at Jessica but their attention was drawn by Becky and Charlotte pushing two large tea trolleys into view. On each of these were four buckets and a large creamy-looking pie.
Grinning mischievously, Becky and Charlotte picked up a pair of buckets and poured the contents over Eva and Kristina. A deluge of porridge engulfed their heads and flowed over their chests to mix with the baked beans already surrounding them. The cloying oaten slop coating their faces with a layer of lumpy muck. The two wrestlers followed this up with the second bucket from each trolley. These buckets doused Eva and Kristina with thick dark melted chocolate. This washed some of the porridge from their upturned faces while turning them a rich brown colour. It also had the effect of raising the depth of the slop filling the bath. All the while, Kristina’s fingers continued stimulating Eva’s nether regions making the actress squirm.
While Kristina was having her way with Eva, Becky and Charlotte had each grabbed their third bucket. These were filled with bright yellow lumpy custard which, when they poured it over the two in the tub, contrasted nicely with the darkness of the chocolate.
Soon, both wrestlers had picked up their final buckets. When she saw what was in these, Charlotte couldn’t help remarking. “Oooh, this’ll be sticky!”
So it turned out to be. Both she and Becky drizzled bucketloads of honey over Eva and Kristina. This ended up binding the baked beans, porridge, chocolate and custard together into a sticky lumpy mass that the two women were going to find difficult to get out of. But Becky and Charlotte weren’t done yet. They each grabbed the pie off their respective trolley. Smirking at each other they approached Eva and Kristina and without letting them realise what was coming, smashed the pies into their pretty faces. Just as Eva’s world went white with the cream from the pie, her messy bathing companions constant fingering brought her to a thrashing orgasm that left her dazed as she sat in the bath of pale brown slop. All the while the cheers from the audience threatened to lift the roof off the building.
Jessica grinned for the camera. “Well, they look like they won’t be moving any time soon,” she joked. “So, we’ll leave them to soak for the rest of the show.” More cheers came from the audience when she said this.
The blonde actress chuckled. “Now, we’re going to move on to Part Two of Presenters’ Predictions in just a moment. But first, viewers may remember that we had a prediction contest for those watching at home, where contestants were to guess the winning points margin of England versus the Barbarians and, if they won, they could nominate a celebrity to get messy. Well, our winner nominated an actress who starred in Game of Thrones and the Hunger Games and she’s waiting back-stage. Please, welcome Natalie Dormer!”
The slender blonde-haired actress stepped into view wearing a pale blue blouse knotted just below her chest over a red and white bikini.![nominee-natalie_dormer-bikini2]()
She smiled and waved to the audience as she walked over to where Jessica, Becky and Charlotte were waiting while a stagehand uncuffed Sophie and Hannah from the beam they’d been shackled to at the start of the show.
Jessica smiled at the younger actress. “Welcome to the Messy Six Nations, Natalie!” she said. “How do you feel about being nominated to get messy on tonight’s show?”
A quizzical look flashed across Natalie’s face as she thought about it. “I think I’m both flattered and disgusted, if you know what I mean, Jessica?”
The blonde American actress laughed. “I think I do,” she agreed. “Now, we’ve got this segment to get out of the way. If the three of you could follow me?” She gestured for Hannah, Sophie and Natalie to follow her and led them towards an indented section of the stage.
Jessica looked at the three women. “Okay, ladies, it’s time for the three of you to get messy, Hannah and Sophie for getting their score-line predictions wrong and Natalie because someone set you up for it,” she reminded those watching. “Now, for this we took a little inspiration from Game of Thrones. You may remember a scene where Daenarys Targaryen sets up Viserys Targaryen who dies from having molten gold poured over his head.” She gets a trio of nods from the women in front of her.
At this point Becky interrupted. “Of course, we can’t use molten gold as that would cause health problems,” she said ominously. “So, we’ll be using gold paint instead!”
The two actresses and one glamour model gaped. They couldn’t believe what they had just heard. They could only watch as Jessica, Becky and Charlotte each picked up a tin of gold paint from the floor nearby. Jessica stood behind Hannah, Becky behind Sophie and Charlotte behind Natalie.
Before the three could react, the stand-in presenters upended the tins of paint over the heads of the three women. Hannah, Sophie and Natalie recoiled in shock as they felt the gold paint plaster their shiny, silken blonde hair to their heads. The paint also covered their faces and splashed down onto their shoulders and breasts.
Before the three of them could fully recover from this, Jessica pressed a button hidden in the studio wall. Instantaneously, the floor dropped from under them, dumping the two Game of Thrones stars and the glamour model into a pool of gold paint under the stage floor. They plunged beneath the surface of the paint. Seconds later, they stood up, finding the gold paint only came up to their waists. Every inch of their visible bodies was coated in the metallic-looking paint.
Jessica grinned for the camera. “Well, they look… uh… golden,” she said haltingly. “We’ll leave them to get nicely coated in the paint until the end of the show. In the meantime, we need to take a commercial break. Join us later when we take a look at Wales versus Ireland, have more fun with Presenters’ Predictions and also deal with the goings-on between England and Scotland. Don’t go away!” With these words, a shortened form of the theme song played as the studio lights dimmed.
A/N: Well, that’s Part One of the final 2019 Messy Six Nations episode. Hope you enjoy it.
A smiling slender dirty blonde woman walked onto the stage wearing a strapless white knee-length dress. She waved to the camera. “Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Week Five of the Messy Six Nations 2019 with me, Jessica Alba filling in for the currently indisposed Georgie Thompson. I’m joined by my lovely assistants, from the WWE, Becky Lynch and Charlotte Flair!”
Jessica, Becky and Charlotte gaped. “Well that’s a first,” commented Charlotte dryly.
She smiled and waved to the audience as she walked over to where Jessica, Becky and Charlotte were waiting while a stagehand uncuffed Sophie and Hannah from the beam they’d been shackled to at the start of the show.
