Vicky was shown on camera she now stood on a large platform which had a ramp to the side of it, she had removed her coat and the tight blue dress was now on show.

“Hello and welcome back, this is our preview edition of Total Wipeout.

We have now got our 12 candidates, so you thank you all to agreeing to come on the show and compete once more to win some money for your chosen charities.

Before I introduce our contestants however, I’m pleased to welcome the stunning Maya Jama who will be standing at the end of the course to interview our contestants as they reach the finishing line.

Maya waved to the camera as it panned towards her, she was wearing high heels and a short tight strapless white dress which showed a lot of cleavage.

The two hosts chatted for a few minutes sharing pleasantries before a producer gave word, they had cued up the info cards on the contestants.

“We’ll be running through these in alphabet order Vicky explained,

“Coming up first we have our only American sports reporter Alex Curry, the gorgeous 32 year old brunette works regularly with big American sport Baseball and also covers the USA Women’s Soccer team.”

Vicky then looked to Maya who introduced the second contestant.

“Our next contestant is one of the youngest, at age Georgia Steel hasn’t had much TV exposure in her life but as a contestant on the 2018 version of Love Island she is definitely ahead of some in terms of skin exposure.

She comes from Yorkshire and is desperate to win, this time it’s down to her performance rather than the votes of the public” Maya stated winking as she did so, before handing back to Vicky for the next introduction.

“Our third contestant is someone who is well known within the TV Mess community, a previous winner of the Gunge Grand Prix, and of course many other messy series she is of course the one and only Jenna Coleman, at 33 years old the actress seems to going to peak to peak with her career at the moment.”

“Also joining us is someone I’m a big fan of thanks to her strong performance in Killing Eve, the 26 year old might be a relatively newcomer for most but is someone I’m sure we’ll be seeing more in the future”

Vicky spoke to Maya after the four contestants had been announced, “I definitely didn’t have you down as a Killing Eve fan Maya”

“Well I do like to surprise” she retorted.

“Anyway, with four contestants down I think it’s time we show off the ‘uniform’ that will be provided for them to wear during the run” Vicky replied quickly changing the subject and getting them back on track after the awkward silence.

“Yes, I think that is a great idea” Maya stated much more comfortably once again

“We have a local model Hananh who has agreed to model the uniform for us tonight” she added before beckoning with her arms for a woman to join her and Vicky, the blonde women walked onto the camera and stood in the gap between Maya and Vicky.

She was wearing a white dressing gown to hide the outfit underneath and after introducing herself to the camera as a 27 year old model from Salford she allowed Maya and Vicky to undo and then remove the dressing gown.

Underneath was a skimpy purple micro-bikini which left very little to the imagination thanks to the cut-out segments on the bra cups and thong, Hannah twirled on the spot to show of from the rear which it appeared to cover even less almost looking like she was naked.

Maya remarked who she was glad to be wearing her dress and more covered up than the contestants.

Vicky meanwhile received the hurry up from the producer and so introduced the 5^th contestant.

“I’m very pleased to welcome our next contestant a recent signing to the Sky Sports team and someone I’m sure the rest of the Sports girls such as Hayley McQueen and Kirsty Gallacher are hoping steps up to share the load of Messy Sports presenting. It is 32 year old Kate Mason making her debut messy appearance.”

“Thank you Vicky, I’m sure Kate will be glad to hear that, anyway moving onto the 6^th contestant we have a model I’m sure most people will remember it is of course 33 year old Keeley Hazell who was actually the face of the Formula One games at one point, a shame the drivers can’t be as good looking.

She has since worked on becoming and actress along with being a keen environmental and charity supporter which is why she has agreed to come on Total Wipeout, thank you Keeley”.

Vicky took her turn to speak again, announcing that they were now at the half way point before introducing Lanchsire born actress Lucy Fallon who was most well-known for appearing on Corrie since 2015, the 24 year old actress had recently announced she would be leaving the soap in the new year however.

The eighth contestant was revealed by Maya “Again we have someone I’m sure everybody has heard of it is Myleene Klass, who was a member of Hearsay who I regularly listened too when I was younger, not that I think she’ll appreciate me saying this but she is once of our older contestants at 41.”

Vicky smiled wondering what Maya would have described her as if she had been a contestant.

“Well now that we are two thirds of the way through our contestants, I think it is time we spoke about the course that they will be competing on.

“As before our contestants will be sliding down this slope, hwoever instead of water like in the original show we have a slime slide and so the contestants will have to be quick to jump onto the pontoon at the bottom otherwise they’ll have an early dip in the slime”. Vicky joked.

“Yes and after they manage to do that it will be onto the tricky topple towers, now we have mud surrounding these so one wrong move will see them splash right down for a sloppy brown mess” Maya added.

“And after they survive that it will be onto the ‘sucker punch’ we have replaced the mud this time instead it’ll be a baked bean and spaghetti surprise for anyone who gets knocked off they will be getting dunked into our large vat of it”. Vicky explained gleefully.

Maya then took over once more as the camera panned along the warehouse once more “Coming up after that our contestants will have to face my favourite test of all, ‘the big red balls’ oh how I love me some balls, underneath the balls is a deep pool of murky grey and purple gunge ready to cover anyone who makes a wrong bounce”

Vicky finished off the course overview by introducing the final challenge which had a circular platform and this allowed the contestants to run and hold onto a piece of rope they would have to jump off the end and hope to circle around to a small platform, if they succeeded then their timer would finish at that point.

However, if they failed and fell into the gunk below, they would have to climb out and back up the steps onto the platform, before they would be allowed to walk along the bridge area to join Maya in the interview zone.

“Now then let’s move onto the final four contestants before we reveal who ill be competing against one another.

“Our 9^th contestant is someone who really needs no introduction, currently the lead host in her very own Xmas Football Gameshow, it is of course my own nomination Natalie Sawyer. My Sports presenting colleague who fairly recently joined me in the forties having had her big 40 birthday is no messy virgin that is for sure.” Vicky gleefully explained clearly enjoying having nominate her good friend for the program, looking forward to seeing her getting trashed once more.

“Now our 10^th contestant is someone who is familiar to myself as well, at 28 Pixie Lott has had a hugely successful music career with 3 number one singles. However, she hasn’t released a new album in five years preferring to work on other projects, and we are grateful she has agreed to join us on the show.” Maya explained.

“Our penultimate contestant is Sammy Winward who will be most well known for her stint on Emmerdale for more than a decade, she has also done some modelling during that time, most recently she has turned her hand to writing becoming an author and stage performances. The stunning blonde is still only 34 years old.” Vicky said with clear admiration in her voice.

“And finally, our 12^th contestant is another soap star, Shona McGarty who is 28 and is best known for her role in Emmerdale’s TV rival EastEnders where she still plays the character of Whitney Dean and I’m sure her fans will be supporting her in her attempts on our tough course” Maya closed off the segment of the show.

Vicky then explained how the names would be put into a random order for seeding and then be drawn out at random, this was shown by a TV graphic which highlighted the 12 names and then moved them around the screen.

They eventually settled into the order in which they would be completing the course with Goergia Steel being paired with Jodie Comer in the first race, followed by Jenna Coleman against Myleene Klass.

Vicky and Maya looked at eachother and then grinned, as Maya shifted towards Hannah who was still standing in her bikini just off the camera shot.

Vicky moved and pressed a button which started up the slime slide, the camera panned to show how the stream cascaded down the slope and into the thick pool at the bottom where the pontoon that the contestants had to aim for floated.

“Seeing as you are dressed for it Hannah, why don’t you give our viewers a little taste for what is to come for the 12 contestants later on?”

Hannah looked behind her nervously “Umm i’m okay thanks Maya, I think i’ll leave now as I don’t want to end up in that horrible looking mess down there”

Vicky and Maya however were not going to let her get away cleanly, and they blocked Hannah off as she tried to step away and gradually moved closer and clsoer towards the blonde bikini model.

Hannah kept slowly creaping back, and before she could realise what was happening it was too late, her left foot stepped backwards onto the slope and this put her off balance, the slippery slime ensured she couldn’t hold her weight.

She bounced down onto her bum, sending white slime covering her body as she quickly slid down the ramp, she flailed around hopelessly as she reached the bottom of the ramp, unable to see what she was doing she made no attempt to jump onto the pontoon.

As a reult she was flung into the pool of slime, the blonde model disappeared beneath the surface as Maya and Vicky could be heard laughing before she finally reappeared and wiped her face clear of the slime and disgtruntedly swam to the side of the pool.

Hannah was unable to get much purchase on the side of the pool and so took a couple of attempts before she could flop out of the pool, something that the camerman took great care to zoom in on as her bum wriggled around on the side of the pool.

She could be seen stomping off to the changing room as the camera cut back to Maya and Vicky who tried to compose themselves. “Well join us in the near future to see if our 12 contestants can make a better start to the course than Hannah did, or if they’ll be making a bikini splashdown.” Vicky said stifling her laughter as she did so.

“Either way join us for what i’m sure will be a great adventure” Maya added as the camera faded to black and the credits rolled.

Vote for who you want to see make it into round 2, both races will be featured in the next part with the outcome of the poll.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

(This story contains nudity)

Authors Note: Ok, so I’ve decided to split the results show into 5 fun-sized parts. One part each for the top 3 ladies, the booby prize winner and the mini gunging contest result. Will post each part as and when they are completed….

There was an hour to go before the Results Show was about to air, and Natalie was busy getting ready in her changing room. She had just showered, and wearing only a towelling dressing gown, she was sat facing a mirror applying some make-up. The presenter was glad that she had remembered to bring her waterproof make-up, as she knew from experience that there was always a chance she could end up getting messy on these types of shows.

The 40 year old was still a little peeved about being included as a last minute replacement for Rachel Wyse in the Mini Gunging Contest. However, she was pleased that she had predicted that Man Utd would win whereas her opponent, Jo Wilson, thought it would be a draw, which meant that Jo already had accumulated one point. The only thing she didn’t know was the result of the online poll with the winner attracting two points, and still meant there was a chance she could be getting gunged.

There was a knock at the door, and Natalie stood up and opened the door. It was one of the TV production assistants and Natalie noticed he was holding a box in his hands.

“Hi Natalie. I have your outfit for tonight’s show”

“Ok, let’s take a look then”

A pair of white high heel shoes was the first items to be taken out, followed by a thin white bodysuit with a v-cut front and halter top. The front of the skimpy garment featured a fun snowman’s face motif.

Natalie went to reach into the box again but found that there was nothing left in there

“You surely can’t be serious! Is that all I have been given to wear?”

“Yes Natalie, it is the results show and the producers want you looking your best!”

“But I’m going to struggle to fit into this”

“You’ll be fine. It’s made of comfortable stretch material, so your tits will fit snugly inside.”

“You cheeky b…….”

The assistant swiftly departed before he heard the final word uttered by the presenter. She gulped as she held up the garment in front of her, and contemplated how clingy it would be on her curvaceous figure.

It was 9pm, and the show’s familiar theme tune fills the studio, as the camera focused on a scantily clad snowman, which attracts lots of hoots and wolf whistles from the audience.

“Hello and welcome to Natalie’s Xmas Quiz. Thank you to all those that participated and tonight is the final results show where the winning nominated ladies receive their very special ‘prizes’. To celebrate the end of the quiz and with it being a Christmas show, you can see I have been dressed as a sexy festive snowman!”

Natalie starts to walk to the middle of the studio where the large overhead TV screen is situated. As she walked, her tits couldn’t help but bounce around inside her skimpy outfit, and Natalie had to resort to supporting them with her hands to prevent them from escaping.”

“All 6 matches have now been played, and the final quiz leaderboard looks like this:-“

The TV screen flickers into life…

Gasps and groans could be heard from the audience as the table is revealed.

“With two exact scores predicted in the final two games, actress Sophie Turner’s viewer representative earned themselves 8 points and literally went from last position to quiz winner in double quick time.”

“In second place is singer Perrie Edwards with 7 points, as her viewer got one exact score and three correct results.”

“Just about making the top three with 4 points is sports news presenter Bela Shah, and she could be classed as unlucky to be in third position, with three other ladies only a point behind her.”

“But before we dish out the prizes to the top three, we have a booby prize to award. This prize goes to the lady finishing last in the competition and that dubious honour goes to none other than Ariana Grande, whose viewer accumulated a meagre 1 point.”

The 26 year old singer walks onto the studio and joins Natalie. She is wearing an all sparkly silver ensemble consisting of skimpy top, mini skirt and high heel shoes. After exchanging pleasantries, Ariana nervously looks around the studio to see what may be in store for her. She didn’t have to do much looking, as a curtain is drawn to reveal a large dunk-tank.

Natalie motioned for the singer to make her way up the steps at the back of the tank and the 26 year old reluctantly obeyed. As she climbed the steps, she noticed a roving TV cameraman had crept up behind her and was focusing his camera up her skirt.

With a flick of her hand, Ariana waved away the cameraman, but it didn’t prevent him from revealing that she was wearing a sexy sparkly silver thong.

When the top of the stairs was reached, she found a plastic seat waiting for her. Gingerly she sat on the seat and peered down beneath her into the tank. It was filled with a yellow/white thick creamy substance with froth on top. As she sniffed the alcoholic and eggy smell, she realised what the tank was filled with, which was quickly confirmed by Natalie.

Natalie: “We’ve tried to make you feel at home, so we’ve filled the tank with eggnog. You guys have that in the States, don’t you?”

Ariana gulps before answering “Err yes, but we drink it! I don’t I’ve ever seen anyone get dunked into a tank full of it.”

Natalie: “Well, there’s a first for everything. Enjoy your dip Ariana!”

The lever at the side of the tank was pulled, which jerked the seat horizontally and downwards. The result was a flailing pop star as she momentarily flew spread-eagled in the air, before descending rapidly and splashing into the creamy alcoholic drink filled tank. Ariana squealed as she delved underneath the surface. Frantic splashing around ensued until she was able to find the floor of the tank with her feet and slowly stood up. A decidedly creamy and eggy coated singer emerged, much to the delight of the clapping audience.

The pop queen’s normally pristine hair was an absolute mess, slathered with creamy eggy sludge. Her angelic face was covered with the alcoholic beverage and as she wiped her eyes, she licked her lips to get a taste and nodded appreciatively.

Ariana: “At least it’s good quality eggnog, I suppose!”

The audience continued to clap wildly, which Ariana thought was a little over the top, until she looked down on herself and gasped loudly, Her top was not where it should be, and it must have somehow slipped off whilst she was thrashing around in the eggy slop. Her eggnog coated tits were naked and in full view, and the 26 year old took immediate evasive action and used both her hands to cover her modesty.

The camera panned back to the sexy snowman who was smiling at the predicament Ariana found herself in “Now that’s what I call a booby prize! Haha! Join us after the advert break, when Bela will be receiving her prize.”

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

(This story contains nudity)

Continues from https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2019/12/30/natalies-quiz-results-part-1-booby-prize/

After a few minutes of messages from the show’s sponsors, part 2 of the show begins. Just as the saucily attired snowman opens her mouth to speak, she is drenched by a torrent of water from overhead. The audience break out into hysterics as the presenter is left very wet with her snowman bodysuit clinging even more to her voluptuous curves.

Shaking her head, and with a knowing smile, Natalie slicked back her damp hair before realising that the thin material of her thin white bodysuit had mostly been saturated causing a wet t-shirt effect on her whole body. Deciding to use one arm and hand to cover her tits and her other hand to cover her muff, the 40 year old faced the camera and announced that it was time for the third placed lady to receive her prize.

This was the cue for relatively new sports news presenter Bela Shah to appear from the side and join her ex-colleague. Her choice of outfit was a figure hugging black dress with matching high heel shoes.

Natalie: “Hello Bela, and I think this is your first ever time appearing on one of these types of shows?”

Bela: “Yes it is Natalie, and I have to say I’m very nervous about it.”

Natalie: “As some of your colleagues will tell you, once you’ve appeared in a few, you’ll get used to it. Actually, do you fancy taking my place in the forthcoming Total Wipeout show?

Bela: “Not really! Kate Mason was telling me about it yesterday, as she’s been asked to appear as well. It sounds like it’s going to be really messy.”

With a wry smile, Natalie put her hands on Bela’s shoulders and turned her around. Directly in front of the diminutive sports news presenter was what she considered to be some sort of wooden medieval contraption.

Bela: “What’s that?”

Natalie: “You have a lot to learn Bela! That is what is known as a pillory and I have been locked in quite a few of these over the years. Let me show you how it works.”

Taking a hold of the upper part of the structure, the busty presenter swings it upwards so that three semi circular shaped holes were revealed.

Natalie: “You need to slightly bend forward, place your head in the larger hole in the middle and your hands in each of the holes either side.”

The dark haired lady did as she was asked, and Natalie was quick to bring down the upper part of the pillory to secure Bela in place.

A stagehand wheels on a trolley which is covered with a drape and leaves it at the side of the pillory, but out of Bela’s sight. With a swish of her hand, Natalie whips the drape off to reveal a multitude of bowls, cartons and cakes.

Natalie: “Normal tradition is that you would now get pelted with something like rancid rotten tomatoes, but not tonight”

Bela: “Thank goodness for that”

Natalie: “I wouldn’t be too thankful Bela, because instead I’ll be giving you a sploshing from point blank range!”

Before Bela could react, she felt a viscous liquid streaming directly onto her head, down her hair and face “Yuck! What is that stuff?”

Natalie: “It’s treacle. Pretty sticky isn’t it?”

Bela: “Ugh, it’s disgusting.”

Reaching for another bowl, Natalie used her other hand to select one of the eggs inside and cracked it on Bela’s head. She quickly repeated the process with the remaining five eggs to leave an eggy yolk mush in Bela’s hair.

Picking up two small bowls of trifle, the busty presenter smushed it’s custardy contents onto both of Bela’s hands to leave them in a sloppy and fruity state. In an attempt to remove some of the mess, Bela wiggled her fingers around, but it was all in vain.

Natalie: “The beauty of a pillory is that you have more than one target!”

Bela: “What do you mean?”

As Natalie walked around the pillory, Bela followed her with her eyes as far as she could until she was unable to crane her neck any further. Although she couldn’t see what her ex-colleague was up to, she certainly felt it, as the bottom of her dress was hitched up so that it bunched up around her waist. This revealed her cute pert bottom encased in a tiny pair of white knickers. Natalie selected a gooey chocolate cake from the trolley and held it next to Bela’s bottom and cheekily asked the audience “Shall I?”

The inevitable roars of approval were heard as Natalie proceeded to smack the cake against Bela’s bottom. The pilloried lady yelled as she felt the chocolate and cream explode on impact, soaking into her knickers and causing sticky streams down her well toned legs.

Natalie: “How does that feel?”

Bela: “Very squidgy!”

Natalie grins as she pulls the knicker elastic out and pours in a carton of custard. Bela gasps as her knickers get completely filled with the sloshy dessert pooling around her muff. Putting the carton down, Natalie grasps both sides of Bela’s knickers with her hands “It’s very common to receive this, when you are locked helpless in a pillory.”

Bela: “Receive what?”

Natalie: “It’s a bit childish and you may have witnessed it at school or even encountered it yourself – it’s called a wedgie”

Bela: “You’ve got to be joking! You can’t do that to me on live TV!”

Natalie: “Oh Bela, you have a lot to learn!”

The saucy snowman wasted no time in pulling sharply upwards, causing Bela to squeal as the knicker material and its custard contents went up her muff and bottom. Natalie continued the wedgie for a few seconds as Bela frantically moved her legs around in a very comical manner.

Bela: “Please stop”

Natalie: “Do you want me to pull your knickers back down?”

Bela: “Yes please”

Natalie: “Only if you ask me nicely”

Bela: “Please pull my knickers down!”

Natalie: “If that’s what you want, then of course I will do as you ask”

The busty presenter relented with her wedging, and positioned the knickers back in place causing Bela to emit a huge sigh of relief – but only for a second as Natalie continued to pull the custard soaked knickers down her ex-colleagues legs until they nestled around her ankles.

Bela: “I’ve can’t believe you’ve just stripped me bottomless!”

Natalie: “Don’t worry, I’ll help you cover up.”

A creamy sponge cake was the next choice, and was smushed against Bela’s naked backside. This was followed by a strawberry gateau and then an ice cream cake. Bela gasped loudly as she felt the coldness on her most sensitive areas.

With a custard pie in hand, Natalie walked back around to the front of pillory and pied Bela in the face before rubbing her hands together “Hope you enjoyed your third place prize Bela, and welcome to the extra-curricular world of sports news presenting.”

As Bela was still coming to terms with her sploshing, Natalie turned to face the camera “It’s time for some more messages from our sponsors but join us again in a few minutes when we will be giving Perrie Edwards her runner-up prize.”

The 2010’s are coming to an end. There are have been great shifts in life in general. While we look back, it is only fitting that on a site dedicated to mess, we look back on the great moments of mess that took place this decade.

Just a few disclaimers:

For TV shows, Im mostly listing them for the year that they started. So for example, Arielle Free getting great gungings started in 2018, so thats the year im listing it for. An exception to this is Mashup, which started in 2017, but had far and away its best season (and one of the best seasons of any WAM show ever) in 2018, so it was mentioned for 2018 as well.

Please note that if a moment doesnt have a link, that means one or more of these three things: There are minors involved, and it cannot be posted, it may be the case that a show just has too many clips, and it wouldnt be feasible, or that there are no usable clips available. Unfortunately, this was the case with many of the Latin American shows.

Also, Im sure this list is incomplete, so add moments that I missed in the comments!

Enjoy! (Feel free to play music and embrace the nostalgia)

2010

Layla and Michelle McCool caked (skip to the end)

Katy Perry slimed at the KCA’s

2011

Natalie Coughlin, Jordin Sparks and Misty May Treanor getting slimed.

AK Bingo debuts

The awesome four month reign of Culo Veo, culo quiero

2012

Cash and Trash, Dirty Money, EEG, and Combate debut

Hazel O’Sullivan and the Big Brother gungings.

Halle Berry slimed at the KCA’s

Liz Gillies slimed

Lauren Freeman slimed

The beginning of Tengo Talento Mucho Talento

2013

Sandra Bullock and Amanda Seyfried slimed at the KCA’s.

The return of Passa Ou Repassa

The beginning of Noches Con Platanito

2014

Helen Flanagan gunged 

Maude Garrett slimed

Summer Rae dumping milk all over Layla.

Layla dumping milk all over Summer.

The famous Stephanie McMahon pudding pool scene.

The debut of Beat it and Wie heeft de  Leukste

Sabrina Sato slimed at Brazilian KCA’s.

2015

Sarah Hyland slimed

The birth of Chega Mais/Conexao Models

Syahrini slimed at the Indonesian KCA’s.

Kirsty Gallagher gunged

Christina Tosi’s frosting scene

The Turkish show Kapisma debuts.

Pilar Rubio slimed twice and muddy

Anitta slimed at Brazilian KCA’s.

2016

Daria Gavrilova slimed

Ally Brooke slimed at the KCA’s.

J-Pop singer Melody slimed at the Indonesian KCA’s.

Kate Garraway gunged

Lana gets caked

Delta Goodrem slimed at Slimefest

Maria Kanellis pie in face

2017

Christina Tosi batter and pie scenes

Demi Lovato slimed at the KCA’s

Dionne Slagter slimed at the Dutch KCA’s.

Sydnee Michaels slimed at the Nickelodeon golf competition.

Natalie Pinkham and Rachel Brookes gunged.

KCA Colombia aka two hours of stunning Latina supermodels getting covered in slime.

Birth of Saturday Mashup

Sally Pearson slimed

2018

Liza Koshy, Heidi Klum and Mel B getting slimed at the KCA’s.

Christina Tosi donut scene.

Rebecca Mir and Julie Kruger slimed at the German KCA’s.

Danica Patrick legend award slime.

Candace Parker slime dunked

Summer Social Mashup and an awesome Season 2.

So Beano dunkings

Arielle Free’s various gungings really began this year.

2019

Christina Tosi Sundae and pasta sauce scenes

Janelle Monae slimed at the KCA’s

Lena Gercke and Lena Meyer-Landrut slimed at the German KCA’s.

Bebe Rexha and the Most Bad Ones slimed at Slimefest.

Rachel Bonnetta getting covered in maple syrup.

Ciara, Lindsey Vonn, and Laurie Hernandez slimed at the Kids Choice Sports.

Gabi Melim slimed at Brazilian KCA’s

Just some trends I noticed, as well as some notes:

WAM in the US and UK seemed to strongly improve towards the end of the decade. I feel this culminated with a very strong 2018 and 2019. Seeing as how SMU and Crackerjack will be starting up soon, lets hope that continues!

The (rightly) much maligned KCA’s actually improved. The 2000’s were fairly barren in terms of slimed females at this show. But this decade gave us the great slimings of Katy Perry, Halle Berry, Sandra Bullock, Demi Lovato, Liza Koshy and Janelle Monae. And while the Kids Choice Sports were mostly terrible for the first four years, the past two years gave us the slimings of Patrick, Parker, Ciara, Vonn, and Hernandez. So cheers to that.

Latin American and Asian WAM seemed to decline as the decade wore on. A shame really, as the Japanese all-female pop star shows were legendary and the Indonesian KCA’s were pretty clutch. And the fall of the Latin American messy shows has pretty truly disappointing. CM gone, PoR a shell of itself, as is EEG. Damn shame.

Again, if I missed anything, please post in the comments. And what are your predictions/hopes for this year and decade? Again, feel free to comment.

Vicky stood by the entrance area that had been build for the contestants, this was fitted out with a commentary microphone and several TV screens so that she could watch the contestants complete the course.

“Hello, and welcome back once again to Total Wipeout we are now finally ready for our first contestants of the series, get ready to cheer for Georgia Steel.”

Georgia walked out into the area wearing only the skimpy bikini which was a navy-blue colour she smiled and waved to the camera before she spoke to Vicky.

She explained how she was keen to take on the course to show that young millennials can be fun, and don’t care about their Instagram picture too much “For what is a little bit of mess”

As Vicky wished her good luck and she turned to climb up the stairs to the starting platform Vicky could be seen raising her eyebrows amused at the idea it the course ‘Only had a little bit of mess’ something that Vicky knew Georgia was in for a bit of a shock.

Once Georgia was ready at the top of the platform a klaxon sounded and Vicky provided commentary for the TV viewers as Georgia started her run, she sat down on her knees as she slid down the slime slide the white slime glistening off her bum as the camera showed her speed down the ramp.

As she approached the pontoon she launched herself forwards with her right foot slipping on the slimey ramp as she did so, this ensured she failed to get a clear launch.

She was grateful however to manage to cling onto the pontoon so that only her legs ended up dunked into the white slimepool.

As she composed herself, she was able to shimmy her way onto the pontoon lying on her front, providing more opportunities for the camera crew to focus on her bum, where the thong part of the bikini had ridden up.

She stood up and made her way gingerly along the pontoon for fear of slipping off the side and into the gunk, gratefully reaching the topple towers she quickly lunged forwards and skipped over the first two topple towers before slipping onto her bum at the middle checkpoint, stopping just enough to not slid off the side into the mud.

This gave her the confidence to attempt the remaining two topple towers with more speed than she had attempted the first, unfortunately for her she misjudged her step on the first one and this sent the tower falling.

Vicky couldn’t help but laugh at the panic on Georgia’s face as she realised, she was heading into the mud, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Her legs flicked up into the air and Georgia was sent sprawling into the mud below she splashed down bum first just doing enough to stop her face from going under as she attempted to manoeuvre herself to the side of the pool and climb out using the rope provided aware she had now lost valuable time.

Vicky ensured the editor showed several replays from various angles and speeds of the reality TV star hitting the mud.

As she stood up and moved onto the next section, she tried to wipe some of the mud off her body, which was completely brown now with her skimpy bikini offering no protection as it too had been coated in mud.

Vicky continued to commentate with an amused tone as Georgia moved towards the ‘Sucker Punch’ she stood still watching the boxing gloves punch out of the wall for a moment before she tried to make her way across, the young star was nimble but didn’t time it quite right as she received several punches before she was knocked off.

Fortunately for her she was able to twist her body so she fell towards the right side of the pool and was able to avoid a complete dunking by holding onto the side of the tank, the rest of her body was submerged in beans and spaghetti something that made her cringe far more than the mud.

She could feel the beans creeping into her private area as she pulled herself out of the pool now with an orangey tinge as she slipped and slid up the mini ramp towards the next obstacle, the infamous Big Red Balls.

Georgia ran towards them and jumped with no direction or aim she splattered down onto the first ball and bounced awkwardly off at an angle which sent the messy bikini girl into the a somersault the camera zoomed into her as she entered the pool of murky gunge face first and disappeared under the surface.

When she reappeared, she barely resembled a reality star and looked like a blob monster as she regained her composure, spitting out the mouthful she had swallowed during her open mouth screaming entrance.

Once back on the course she made her way along the circular platform and launched herself off the end grabbing the rope for dear life, surprising Vicky by managing to stick the landing albeit ungracefully as she splattered down onto her bum once again.

She stood up after getting her breath back and tried her best to wipe some of the muck from her face and body, after this she walked along the bridge to where the immaculate Maya was standing her in white dress.

Maya spoke to Georgia, carefully holding the mic from a distance to ensure none of the gunge, mud and beans could accidently cover her.

“Yeah, It was a hell of a lot tough and muckier than I was expecting to be honest, I feel disgusting now I just want to get cleaned off” the young brunette said some of her enthusiasm from the beginning of the show now lost.

As Maya pointed Georgia to the outside shower she could use Vicky drew everyone’s attention back to her self as she spoke to the camera.

“Well that was a solid effort for Georgina, whilst I’m sure some of the other contestants will beat her overall time there is only that actually matters and that is our next contestant.

Please welcome Jodie Comer”

The strawberry blonde actress walked out onto the camera looking far less comfortable than Georgia did wearing the skimpy bikini, with Jodie wearing a red one.

After Vicky had asked her how she was feeling the nervous actresses replied but went onto explain the reason for her doing the show was to try and change her image, for fear of being typecast as an evil villain.

After the chat the 26 year old actress made her way to the top of the platform, her larger breasts meant that she showing far more than Georgia had been, however she had little time to think about it as the klaxon set off.

Despite her nervous appearance she was much more confident as she slid down the ramp on her bum and ejected herself perfectly off it like a frog bumping onto the pontoon but able to stay sitting upright.

As she stood up and made her way more easily along the pontoon slime could be seen glistening on her bum as she approached the topple towers, like Georgia she managed to successfully navigate the first two sets and thanks to still have cleaner legs she didn’t fall over at the half way point.

However as she stepped onto the fourth and final topple tower her luck ran out she stepped to wide and with too much force which lifted the tower out of its mount and left her with no place to put her other foot, as she lost her balance at a funny angle the actress could do nothing to stop her fall.

Her eyes widened as she saw the mud approaching, but failed to react as she splashed down face first into the mud the slick mud covered her entire body from her to toe as Vicky, Maya and even Georgia who was able to watch on the TV screens at the finish laughed out loud.

Jodie struggled to her feat and blindly looked around she feared rubbing more mud into her eyes as she floundered around in the mud hoping to walk to the side of the pool,. “Oh dear what is she doing? She’s now walking away from the right edge and back into the middle” Vicky could be heard commentating.

Eventually through more luck than judgement the muddy actress felt the side of the pool and flopped out of the pool, where a crew member was on hand to gave her a hand towel to wipe her eyes with.

She quickly did so before setting off around the edge of the mudpit and back onto the path heading to the ‘sucker punch’ she stepped forwards and reached for the arm holds, taking a few punches to the stomach however was able to navigate it successfully.

After this she looked much happier with herself as she moved onto the next challenge, her run up to the big Red Balls was much slower than Georgia and as a result she actually managed to sit down and balance on top of it.

As she did so she tried to carefully gather her thoughts, unfortunately for her the moment she shifted her body weight she lost her balance on the wet met she had transferred onto the ball and could do nothing but slid helplessly into the gunge below, leaving a brown stain on the surface as the mud washed off her body.

Jodie briefly disappeared under the surface preferring the sensation of the gunge to that of the mud as she swam her way towards the ladder, as she climbed out of the pool the murky coloured woman made her way towards the rope and circular ramp she tried to jump but failed to grip the rope hard enough.

This meant she flung herself into the sloppy mess below, Vicky to pleasure in explain that the gunk around the final platform had been mixed together from blended canteen waste to old gunge and slime which before Jodie had splattered into had formed a thick layer floating along the top.

Jodie was disgusted as the mixed mess flowed over her as she sank beneath the surface, she eventually made her way to the steps clambering up them at then sitting on top of the platform wiping her eyes clear before trudging towards Maya on the other side of the bridge.

As Maya confirmed Jodie’s expectations that she had lost and Georgia would be going through to the next round she dejectedly walked towards the shower area the first contestant to be eliminated from Total Wipeout.

Georgia could be seen dancing in the background still in her bikini and wet but fairly clean and with an obvious improvement in her mood, as Maya joked with the TV camera about her favourite moments of Jodie’s run really revelling in seeing the actress failing on the topple towers and the final rope swing.

“Now our next contestant is someone who like us at the sports department is now stranger to getting messy having made plenty of Gunge TV appearances over the years since her Doctor Who debut”

Please welcome Jenna Coleman”

The stunning and usually stylish Jenna walked onto the area she posed cheekily with Vicky in her burgundy coloured bikini and was confident that she would be able to set a good time. Jokingly stating she had been practicing for it by jumping over the sofa at her home and the garden face much to her neighbour’s confusion.

Jenna made a quick start and was the first contestant to stand up on the slime slide despite a momentary slip she made it successfully onto the pontoon and bounce along towards the topple towers as she stepped onto the first one she felt her weight going and so quickly jumped for the second one.

As one foot touched it she pushed off and launched herself towards the middle checkpoint, she was able to grab hold of the platform but couldn’t avoid dunking her smooth legs into the mud, this didn’t seem to slow the actress down as she stood up and attempted to jump the 3^rd and fourth towers completely.

This technique didn’t work out as she hit the side of the end path and plopped down into the mud now up to her waist in the brown substance she could feel it seeping into her tiny bikini thong, she tried to put this out of her mind as she lifted herself out of the pit and moved to the ‘Sucker Punch’

A well time punch to the face surprised Jenna and pushed her off the edge of the ledge, she splashed down into the beans and spaghetti pool receiving a savoury face full as eggs and tomato sauce rained down onto her from above as she attempted to wade towards the edge so she could climb out, aware she was losing valuable time.

As she ran up the ramp beans and egg shell could still be seen falling off her body, with some still lodged in the bikini top, she jumped quickly from ball to ball and for a brief moment it looked like Jenna might successfully bounce on all four balls however in the end the bounce on the third ball sent her spiralling off to the side and into the gunge pool below.

The gunge was a welcome substance after the sucker punch and Jenna quickly swam to the ladder and climbed back out, she flicked the gunge and savoury substances off her hands the best she could before grabbing a hold of the rope, crucially enabling to grip it well and so she stuck her landing on the platform.

Putting her arms into the air to celebrate as she headed along the bridge to speak to Maya. “Well done Jenna, that was a good attempt and the quickest time so far actually, although with your opponent still to come that doesn’t mean much really”

“Thanks Maya, that was hard work but and I feel pretty minging right now, but I’m pleased to have set a solid time but just wish I hadn’t made a few silly errors like on the topple towers” Jenna said before she headed off to the shower area as Myleene made her way out to be interviewed with  Vicky.

Myleene looked good in her gold bikini, she performed a twirl at Vickys suggestion and gave some fighting talk as she confidently predicted she would beat Jenna’s time still unaware how Jenna had performed.

The Musician and Model knew how to pose at the top of the platform as she stood relishing the cameras on her bikini body once more, this was interrupted by the klaxon and she set off attempting to stand up going down the ramp like Jenna.

Unfortunately for Myleene she didn’t stabilise herself and a quick wobble saw her splash down onto her bum and flying down the ramp on her back with slime spraying all over her from the sides of the ramp ensuring she was slippery as she completely missed the end of the ramp at the bottom.

As a result of this Myleene was catapulted bum first into the sea of white slime, her gold bikini offered little protection as the gloopy substances made its way into every crevice she spluttered as she reached the surface having swallowed a mouthful of the disgusting slime for good measure.

Realising she had made a poor start she pushed herself onto the pontoon and headed off towards the topple towers desperate to make up time where she managed to successfully make it to the middle checkpoint through sheer luck and determination, this was nearly repeated on the second half but like the others before her she slipped and toppled the towers.

Myleene was sent splashing down into the mud face first for her second dunking of the day, as she sat up and made her way to the side of the pit, she her body displaying contrasting colours with the front dark and brown and her back still white from the slime.

It was also apparent that she had suffered a wardrobe malfunction in the mud pit and her right breast was completely on show, if slightly obscured by the mud coating, this was obviously enough for Myleene to not notice it as she made her way to the next obstacle.

The mud and slime felt heavy on Myleene as she tried to hold onto the handles as she made her way across the punching wall, unfortunately taking one to many hits from the gloves seeing her pushed backwards into the pool of baked beans and spaghetti the organey mess flowed over her body as she lay briefly turtled in the pool.

This proved a prime target for the eggs and cheese sauce that now flowed down onto her face and breasts from above, the impact of the disgusting savoury slop re-ignited her desire and so she pushed off the side and moved to the right side of the pool, attempting to dodge the next onslaught of ketchup.

Myleene still had not realised she was showing her nipple to the world as she made her way up the ramp ready to tackle the ‘Big Red Ball’s she launched herself and what appeared to be an accidental somersault from the first ball onto the third via a bum bounce off the second ball.

However, the barely bikini clad woman was unable to make it to the fourth and final ball and she splashed down into the gunge below, with her legs and arms spread apart flailing hopelessly as she vanished beneath the surface.

Maya could be seen in hysterics watching Myleene’s antics as she stood with Jodie Comer who was now enjoying the show and glad to have gone in an early round.

Myleene had by now reached the ladder and climbed out she tightly grabbed a hold of the rope and run as quickly as she could without losing her footing, she reached the edge of the platform but unfortunately for her couldn’t let go of the rope in time and skidded off the edge of it into the gunge pool for what would be her final dunking of the run.

“As we now watch Myleene climb up onto the platform to complete her run lets look back at some of her low points of that rather messy attempt.” Vicky said as Myleene finished the course and went over to join Maya only then realising, she had been showing a nipple.

Maya took great pleasure in telling her it’d happened very early on, before mocking Myleene’s choice of colour informing her that she had been the slowest of the 4 contestants so far, which meant Jenna had qualified for the next round which she celebrated by receiving a hug from Georgia.

“Well we have now had four of our 12 contestants complete the course, some rather better than others. Although even our two qualifiers did not escape too cleanly.

Join us after the adverts for our next 4 contestants with Keeley Hazell up against American sports reporter Alex Curry and then later on we have arguably the biggest contestant of the round with singer Pixie Lott up against our very own Natalie Sawyer.

Who I should say will be pleased to hear I’ve had a message from Rachel Wyse to say she cannot wait to see Nat getting trashed and is suggesting the crew make some alterations to the course to ensure she fails each of the obstacles!” Vicky rounded off the part of the show as the TV adverts appeared suggesting people should buy one particular brand of custard over another.

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It was another mild Mid-Winter’s night when the brown-haired Afro-Caribbean woman returned to the city centre television channel’s studios. Smiling a greeting to the receptionist she entered her now-familiar changing room. Dropping a small duffel bag on the floor she reached into it and took out her outfit for that evening’s show, if you could call a bikini an outfit. Just as she finished changing, her mobile phone rang, the insistent ringtone blaring from somewhere deep in the bowels of her hand-bag. She dug it out and slid her finger across the screen to answer the call. “Hi, Perrie,” she said, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Leigh-Anne,” replied her blonde bandmate. “You’re on speaker with Jesy and Jade. Or you will be when Jade finally gets that slime out of her hair. Can you believe she’s had to wash her hair four times today?”

The dark-skinned brunette chuckled. “Considering the amount of goo that was dropped on her,” she laughed. “I certainly can imagine.”

“I bet you can!” came the voice of the auburn-haired singer from somewhere in the room Perrie was in. “And after the results show of the current Semi-final, you won’t have to imagine!”

“Don’t remind me!” Leigh-Anne laughed at the other women’s banter, joined by laughing echoing down the phone signal. She knew that the producers had probably got something messy lined up to give her a “good send-off”.

Jesy Nelson’s voice, bubbling with contained laughter at her bandmates good-natured teasing, chuckled into her ear. “Anyway, we thought that it might be fun to have a little bet with regards these episodes,” she said, making Leigh-Anne frown at the other end of the line.

“What’s the bet?” Leigh-Anne asked cautiously.

“Whoever’s got the lowest average viewer numbers of the shows she hosts, gets gunged during the Final’s results show,” answered Perrie. “And yes, I know that probably puts me at a disadvantage as I’ll be relying on the viewer numbers for the Final alone.”

“Ooohh, risky, Perrie!” Leigh-Anne joined the other two in taunting the blonde woman.

“We’d better let you finish getting ready,” chuckled Perrie at her friends’ ribbing. “Have fun!”

“I will,” Leigh-Anne smiled into the phone, even though the others couldn’t see it. “Bye!”

“Bye, Leigh-Anne!” chorused the other three.

Hanging up, Leigh-Anne didn’t have long to wait. A few minutes after she had settled down on the couch with a book, she heard a knock on the door signalling that it was time to head to the stage, once more.

Shortly after the brunette singer had taken her position in the middle of the darkened stage, the jaunty jazz theme tune played for a few bars before morphing into a full orchestral rendition of Auld Lang Syne. As the music changed, the studio lights gradually brightened. The logo-adorned walls fought for notice next to ‘New Year 2020’ banners and the Christmas Trees left from the previous episode, still standing in the spaces between the gunge tanks.

Standing in the middle of the stage was the familiar sight of the brown-haired singer waving and smiling at the audience. She was dressed in a simple pale yellow bikini. “Hello! And welcome to the Second Semi-final of Immerse the Nurse!” she announced, gaily. “With me, Leigh-Anne Pinnock. Tonight, we’ll be meeting our two remaining semi-finalists and, after one of the closest votes I’ve ever come across, Pixie Lott will be taking the Healthy Celebrity Dunking. First though, let’s welcome back our nurses from Queen Elizabeth University Hospital, Glasgow and Royal Edinburgh Hospital. Jess, Julie, come on out!”

A brunette and a dirty blonde-haired young woman stepped into view waving at the audience. Both were wearing white-belted white nurse’s tunics but Jess was wearing sheer brown stockings and white suspenders and beige shoes while Julie wore red-trimmed sheer white stockings and red high-heeled shoes. Smiling shyly they both walked up to where Leigh-Anne was waiting. The singer-turned-presenter greeted them both with welcoming hugs. The three women then turned to face the camera.

Leigh-Anne grinned at each of the two nurses. “Welcome back, ladies,” she said with a sarcastic level of cheer in her voice. “What do you think  of being able to get this far in this competition?”

Jess gave a cheeky-looking grin. “It’s been fun to see what’s happened in other matches,” she said. “Although, I’m not looking forward to what might be slung my way if I lose this round.”

Leigh-Anne chuckled. “How about you, Julie?”

The slightly-thinner of the two nurses blushed slightly. “I have to agree with Jess about watching the other episodes,” she pondered. “But, I’ll admit I’m kinda looking forward to what could happen.”

The dark-skinned presenter did a double-take. “Well, that’s a first!” she gasped in surprise. “But, the fates of both of you in this competition depend on the choices and votes of the viewing public. Details of which will be revealed to remind everyone at the end of the show, as usual. Now, I know that you’ve all been waiting for the next bit, as a lot of you voted to see this particular lady appear on the show. She’s a very popular singer-songwriter. Please, welcome, Pixie Lott!”

The blonde popstar strutted onto the stage wearing silk lingerie; a bright red bra, matching high-waisted knickers and open-toed high-heeled shoes in the same shade of red. She grinned for the camera while waving at the audience. Her hips swaying, Pixie walked over to Leigh-Anne with her lips curving upwards in a gentle smile. As the blonde beauty sashayed across the studio’s stage, the camera zoomed in on her silk-encased arse.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the blonde. “Welcome, Pixie, how do you feel about ‘winning’ our poll between you and Demi Lovato?”

The blonde popstar laughed. “I wouldn’t have volunteered for this if I wasn’t up for it!” she giggled. “I’ve heard it was really close though!”

“Indeed it was, only one vote separated you both, in fact,” agreed Leigh-Anne. “In fact, as a consolation prize for those who voted for her we caught up with her earlier today. She has a few words of encouragement for you, Pixie. Have a look at this!” The presenter pointed to a wall-mounted screen which had just come to life.

The camera zoomed in on the Latina singer dressed in a lacy white teddy, which was revealed as she shrugged off a white bathrobe. She gave the camera a smouldering look from her brown eyes before grinning. “Hi there, Pixie,” said Demi with a slight nervous look around her. “It looks like it could have been either of us going up for that potential dunking. All I can say is: Good Luck! Also, I don’t think I’m getting off that easily!”

With that statement, what looked like four buckets of thick green slime were thrown over the long-haired brunette. Demi squealed as she was covered in the sticky green goo, her lacy lingerie clinging to her curves and revealing her now-prominent nipples for the camera. Then, two large creamy custard pies were smashed into either side of her head, obscuring her pretty face under a layer of cream, custard and pastry. With a last shot of the slime and pie covered singer, the shot faded out while the view for those watching at home cut back to the studio.

Leigh-Anne waited as the cheering, wolf-whistling audience quietened down again. “Thanks for that, Demi,” she said, turning to the blonde beside her. “So, Pixie, let’s get back on track after that brief interlude. I believe you’re issuing our audience a challenge like Caroline, Rita, Margot and Rhian before you, aren’t you?”

The lingerie-clad blonde giggled nervously. “Yeah, I am,” she answered after getting over her momentary hysteria. “Ladies and gentlemen, as you know if you donate a thousand pounds to be split between these two lovely nurses’ respective hospitals, then I’ll be dunked in the accumulated slop in the dunk tank behind me. However, if the amount donated reached twenty-five hundred, then, I’ll be picking two ladies from the audience who will have the honour of stripping me naked and pieing the living daylights out of me.” Pixie turned and pointed to a nearby table groaning under the dozens of pies that covered its surface.

Leigh-Anne gave a low whistle. “That’s a brave move,” she commented. “Now, as ever, our collectors will be moving among the audience for five minutes from when I say. I’m guessing for most of our studio audience (and our viewers at-home), the magic number is twenty-five hundred. So, let’s see if we can reach that amount, shall we? Collectors, you have five minutes from… NOW!”

As in previous instances when this segment had been aired, there came a parade of stage-hands carrying charity collection buckets. As the bucket-carrying men and women moved among the seated members of the audience, there was the usual flurry of coins and banknotes, increasing Pixie’s nerves as she saw the buckets filling up with cash. After the five minutes ticked away, a gong rang through the studio and the collectors walked out of the audience and headed back-stage to carry out the required counting.

Leigh-Anne shot a teasing grin towards the blonde woman standing beside her. “Well, Pixie, what do you make of that?” she asked.

The singer rolled her eyes in response. “I’d say that there are a fair few wallets in the audience that are a good deal lighter, Leigh-Anne,” she joked. “I think some ladies are wanting to be the ones to rip my knickers off!” Wolf-whistles and cheers roared out from the audience at this.

Pixie laughed. “Leigh-Anne, I’ve been meaning to ask you, did you have to send Jade into a gunge tank in that last episode? You know she’s a good friend of mine, right?”

Leigh-Anne gulped. “Yeah, I know she’s your friend,” she replied, wondering where this was going. “It’s not my fault that the producers stuck that reappearance clause into the contracts and that a viewer suggested that particular forfeit.”

“Yeah, riiight,” snarked Pixie with a sly wink to the camera that went unnoticed by the other woman, who was being handed a familiar glittery gold envelope.

Leigh-Anne shook her head in frustration as she opened the envelope and pulled out the card within. “Okay, Pixie, you said that two audience members would be stripping you naked and slathering you in pies if there was twenty-five hundred quid donated,” she announced. “You’d have been better off making that three grand if you didn’t want it to happen. The amount donated by our studio audience was… two thousand-nine hundred-and-ninety-nine pounds!”

“Ha!” laughed Pixie. “If I’d made it that three grand would mean I’d be getting naked, someone would just find a misplaced pound between now and the results show and I’d have to come back for another dunking!”

Leigh-Anne chuckled. “Probably!” she laughed. “Now, why don’t you pick out your two ‘assistants’?”

Pixie looked over the ladies in the audience, before she walked up the steps towards a pair of women sitting at the end of one of the rows. She gently pulled them to their feet and led them down onto the stage. One was a straight-haired brunette in an orange thong slingshot bikini while the other was a wavy-haired brunette in a red slingshot bikini. Neither woman’s swimwear came close to properly containing the curves, which threatened to spill out of the pieces of lycra and vinyl.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the two scantily-clad audience members. “Hello, ladies, care to introduce yourselves?” she asked turning first to the woman dressed in orange.

“Hi, I’m Libby from Southend, replied the straight-haired woman.

“Thank you, dear,” replied Leigh-Anne, before turning to the wavy-haired woman in red. “And yourself?”

“Hello, I’m Jill,” answered the red slingshot bikini-clad brunette. “And I’m from Kensington.”

“Welcome, both of you,” said Leigh-Anne. “Now, you heard what Pixie proposed. So, I think she’s now a bit overdressed. Would you, please, rectify that issue?”

The two audience members grinned before stalking over to the blonde singer. Libby unclasped the singer’s bra before pulling it off and throwing it into the audience, drawing a blush from Pixie as a result as the blonde tried to cover her now-exposed tits with her hands. Meanwhile Jill had grabbed a hold of the gusset of the popstar’s knickers and forcefully tore the silk undergarment from Pixie’s body, causing the pretty blonde to gasp in shock as the cool air of the studio hit her bare muff.

While Pixie made a vain attempt to cover her pussy and tits with her hands, the two audience members had walked over to the pie-laden table and picked up two pies each. Sharing a look between them, they smashed the pies into the blonde’s head, covering her face and hair in a mix of custard, chocolate and whipped cream. They then gathered up four more pies and splattered them over the blonde singer’s upper torso, burying her tits and shoulders in the creamy goo. As the picked up their next collection of pies, Libby leaned across and whispered in Jill’s ear. When they again approached Pixie while each held two pies in their hands, Libby planted hers firmly on the blonde’s arse-cheeks. With a smirk on her face, Jill rubbed the first of the two pies she carried into the blonde woman’s crotch, tearing a gasp from the popstar as the cool whipped cream splattered over her pussy. To ensure the destruction of Pixie’s good looks, the bikini-clad brunette slammed the last pie into her face.

Pixie reached up and scraped the accumulated layers of cream, chocolate and custard out of her eyes. She blinked a couple of times to try to dislodge some of the creamy goo before glancing down her body. “Wow, they got me good!” she exclaimed, before looking at the dunk tank. “I suppose you want me to get in position on that thing, Leigh-Anne?”

The dark brunette chuckled at the sight of the messed-up blonde. “Yes, please, Pixie,” she replied. “Go and take a seat!”

At this point, Pixie gingerly climbed up onto the seat of the dunk tank and wriggled nervously as the smell of the nearly-month-old slop wafted into her nostrils. She gaped as she saw a number of stage-hands pour buckets of extra mess into the slop below. They started with buckets of gravy and followed up with buckets of green and purple slime. They finished up the evening’s additions to the dunk tank with buckets of left-over cranberry sauce. Pixie grimaced beneath the layers of pie covering her as she imagined how sticky the lumpy-looking slop was likely to be.

Leigh-Anne handed a glass of Champagne to Jess, Julie, Libby and Jill and took a sip from one herself. She grinned up at the cream-covered singer poised over the dunk tank. “Well, Pixie Lott, you’ve put yourself up for a messy charity dunking,” she announced. “The audience donated more than enough and, now, it’s time for you to take a dunk.”

The dunk tank’s chair dropped out from under the blonde singer. She gasped as she realised what was happening. She dropped with a splat and a splash into the murky-looking slop below, disappearing beneath the surface. Eventually, a slop-covered blob broke the surface.

A laughing Leigh-Anne hadn’t realised that Pixie had made her way to the side of the vat of slop. Suddenly, Pixie lunged halfway out of the tank and grabbed the brunette singer under the arms and began pulling her upwards toward its rim. “Here’s some revenge for what you did to Jade,” she said just loudly enough for the various microphones to pick it up. With that, Pixie fell back under the slop, pulling the other woman with her.  A few seconds later two muck-covered heads broke the surface.

Leigh-Anne glanced at the two nurses. “Ladies, I’m afraid after this, you’ll have to sign-off this episode for me,” she said before being ducked back under the grey-brown slop, causing the two pretty healthcare workers to burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Err, right, whether Julie or I will go through to the final is up to you at home,” said Jess with a puzzled look on her face. “Repeat votes will be accepted every hour.”

“Also, as before, the producers are open to forfeit suggestions from the viewing public,” continued Julie. “So, please, get voting and get suggesting.”

“That’s all for this episode,” cut in Jess once more. “Join Leigh-Anne and us next time when we find out who goes through to the final and who gets messy.”

The two nurse shared a glance before speaking in unison. “See you then! Good night and Happy New Year!” they cried out, smiling and waving.

With that the credits rolled. As the familiar voice-over announced how viewers could vote, the screen showed the customary view of the two nurses with their names superimposed in orange over their images and the large yellow “V” separating the views.

A/N: well, here’s the intro to the last semi-final. As before, forfeit suggestions can be made via either the poll below or in the comment section. (Polls close at 22:00 Irish/UK time tomorrow 1/1/20) Hope you enjoy(ed) this. Happy New Year!

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

(This story contains nudity)

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The show resumed and the camera focused in on Natalie who seems to have been doused with more water to keep her thin white snowman bodysuit clinging to her every curve.

“Thanks to a couple of stagehands, I was on the receiving end of a few buckets of water during the break, in case you are wondering why I am dripping wet again.  They told me it was a late Christmas present! Thanks guys!!!! Moving on to the next prize to award, and this is for second place and that honour goes to Little Mix singer Perrie Edwards!”

To rapturous applause, an attractive and shapely blonde woman hesitantly walks onto the stage. She is wearing the full Liverpool kit – all red with shirt, shorts, socks and white pumps.

Natalie: “Welcome Perrie, and congratulations on your second place”

Perrie: “Thanks, but to put it bluntly Natalie, I’m not exactly thrilled to be here. Especially as I’ve also been booked to appear in the Immerse the Nurse show, and I fear it’s going to be a particularly messy start to the new year for me.”

Natalie smiled at the singer “Never mind, I’m sure your fans will enjoy seeing your various appearances on TV. Now, do you have anything to say to the viewer who nominated you for this?”

With a stern expression, the 26 year old looked directly into the camera as if speaking to the viewer directly, and with a sarcastic tone “Thanks very much for putting me up for this! Perhaps you would like to attend one of our upcoming concerts so that I and my band members can get you up on stage, and treat you to your very own sploshing.”

Natalie: “Hmm, he may actually enjoy that! Anyway, back to the present and as per the request from the quiz runner-up, you have been dressed up in full Liverpool kit.”

Perrie: “Yes I quite like the kit, and I am glad I’m not wearing something similar to that skimpy bodysuit you’ve got on.”

Natalie smiled “Yeah, such are the perils of being a presenter on these type of shows! Don’t worry Perrie, you’ll soon find out when you are presenting the final show of Immerse the Nurse. Haha!”

The busty presenter led a worried looking Perrie to an area of the studio that had been converted into a mini football pitch, complete with a full size goal and a penalty spot. At the side of the pitch was a pair on handcuffs which were dangling down from an overhead beam. The handcuffs were just above head height and Perrie was asked to stand directly underneath them and had her arms raised with her hands locked into the cuffs.

The captive blonde sighed as above her head she noticed there was an exceptionally large tank with a pipe protruding from the bottom and pointing down on her.

Entering the studio from the left hand side came five men who were all wearing the full Everton kit. Natalie explained that they were all university students aged between 19 and 22  from the Liverpool area, they were ardent Everton fans and they all played football for their university team.

Natalie continued to explain what was going to happen “The Everton fans are going to have a total of two minutes to score as many penalties as they can. For each successful penalty they score, the pipe that is over Perrie’s head will open for a few seconds.”

With a big gulp, Perrie glanced upwards again at the pipe and queried “….and what is in the tank?”

Natalie: “I’m so glad you asked! The viewer that nominated you has made another specific request and I can reveal that the tank is filled with a rather disgusting concoction of baked beans and mushy peas all mixed together.”

Perrie sticks her tongue out and exclaims “Yuck!” as Natalie shudders her shoulders and comments “I’m glad I’m not underneath all of that gunk!”

Natalie: “I am delighted to announce that we have a very special guest to help with all of this. Trying to stop the penalties will be Perrie’s boyfriend, yes it’s none other than Liverpool midfielder Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain.”

Bounding onto the pitch came Alex who was wearing the full Liverpool goalkeeper kit. He approached his surprised cuffed girlfriend and gave her a quick kiss and said “Hi babe”

The blonde was initially shocked to see her boyfriend, before telling him “Hi Alex. You had better do a good job and save these penalties. I really don’t want to get sploshed with baked beans and mushy peas.

Alex: “I’ll try my best, but goalkeeping skills aren’t really my forte”

Perrie rolled her eyes at his response, as he walked towards the goal to take up his position. The Everton fans congregated in front of the penalty spot, and were given a plentiful supply of footballs.

Natalie exchanged a few words with the students and it was soon evident that all five of them were highly motivated to score as many goals as they could. Being Everton fans, they explained that it didn’t get much better than scoring against a player who played for their arch rivals, and getting to gunge his attractive WAG as they did.

As he eyed up the busty presenter in her sexy snowman bodysuit, one of the students was very cheeky and added that there was one more thing that would make it even better

Natalie: “and what would that be?”

Everton fan: “To have you handcuffed next to Perrie, so you can both get gunged together every time we score!”

With a wry smile, Natalie shook her head and admired the audacity of the student to even mention that, and brought a whistle to her lips and blew to signify the start of the two minutes.”

The first shot flew into the bottom left hand corner of the goal and Perrie squealed as a bucket-sized amount of gunk was released from the tank and was unceremoniously dumped onto the blonde’s head. The mixing of the baked beans and mushy peas in the tank had turned it into a brown sludgy mess with beans and peas bits.

The next 5 shots also found their target as Alex was proving why he was very much an outfield player and not a goalkeeper. Perrie voiced her disappointment at her boyfriends lame efforts to stop the shots, as she gradually got increasingly coated with the brown slime. She felt sludgy baked beans and mushy peas dripping down her face and she had to make sure to keep her mouth closed so that she didn’t get to taste the disgusting savoury slop.

As the next penalty was being taken, Natalie decided to have some fun and standing at arms length, she hooked her finger into the back of Perrie’s shirt and pulled it slightly away from her body. As the penalty was dispatched successfully, another bucket-sized amount of slop dropped down and streamed into the back of her top. Perrie squealed as she felt the beans and mushy pea mixture slide down her bare back. A few more goals were scored and more sludge found its way down her back.

Moving to the front of the 26 year old singer, Natalie changed her position and used her forefinger to pull away the front of her shirt from her body. Cheekily, the inquisitive presenter peered into her shirt and remarked “Not wearing a bra tonight Perrie? You might be about to regret that!”

It didn’t take long for the next goal to be scored and the slop gushed into her open top and slimed her tits. The next five goals were all dispatched successfully and Perrie gasped each time this happened as her tits received a fresh coating of the gunky stuff.

With another cheeky grin, Natalie moved her hand from Perrie’s shirt to her shorts and pulled the elasticated waistband  away from her body. Again peering inside, Natalie giggled as she commented “I see you are going commando tonight and you have shaved!” The audience cheered as the next Everton fan placed the ball on the spot and sent Alex the wrong way yet again, with the ball nestling in the corner of the net.

Perrie: “Oh no!”

Natalie: “Oh yes! Brace yourself Perrie!”

Another bucket sized amount of slop dropped down but this time it went straight into her shorts and gave Perrie quite a shock as it came into contact with her most sensitive areas. Natalie kept the shorts open for next few goals which resulted in the shorts being filled, and with some of the brown slop escaping through the bottom of her shorts and streaming down her legs and staining her socks and pumps.

Natalie looked down at her watch and blew her whistle. The action stopped and Perrie was able to catch her breath after her savoury gunging.

Natalie: “I’ve blown the whistle a little early, as we need to make this a bit more enticing for both the Everton fans and the viewers at home.”

Brandishing a pair of scissors, Natalie began to cut away at Perrie’s shirt. Despite her pleas, and a few strategic cuts, Natalie was able to easily tear the shirt from the WAG’s body and expose her gunged tits. The busty presenter walked around to the back of Perrie. Whilst crouching down she grabbed both sides of her shorts. Realising what Natalie was about to do, Perrie closed her eyes and shook her head. With a quick action, Natalie pulled the nylon garment down the singers legs until they were nestling around her ankles. The audience was delirious with laughter as this revealed Perrie’s shaved muff and peachy bottom. The Everton fans were punching the air in triumph at seeing the Liverpool WAG stripped, and even Alex had to bring his hand to his mouth to disguise his apparent glee at seeing his girlfriend in such a comical and gunked state.

Raising the whistle to her lips, Natalie signalled that there was 30 seconds to go, and the students started again to take shots. However there seemed to be some kind of malfunction with the tank, as rather than releasing small amounts for every goal scored, there was a now a continual downpour of the mixed baked bean and mushy peas substance, all over the naked singer. Realising that the gunging was now continuous, the students stopped taking penalties and watched and clapped as Perrie received a thorough savoury gunging, unable to cover her modesty due to being handcuffed

After what seemed like an eternity (for Perrie at least) the whistle was finally blown and the gunging ceased. There was not one inch of Perrie’s body that wasn’t covered, as she rattled the handcuffs asking to be released.

However, Natalie was keen to get the reaction of one of the Everton fans, and pushed a microphone in front of them.

Natalie: “How do you feel about scoring umpteen penalties past Alex and gunging his pop singer girlfriend.”

Everton fan: “Brilliant Natalie! It certainly dulls the pain of Everton losing 5-2 to Liverpool in the Merseyside Derby last month, and it’s good for us to take our frustration out on such an attractive WAG.”

Natalie hopped quickly over to the messy singer and as she uncuffed her, she asked “Your boyfriend was dismal in goal. Do you have anything to say to him?”

Perrie: “Yeah, I saw you laughing Alex. Just wait until I get you home!”

Natalie faced the camera “Oh dear, it appears Alex might be in a bit of bother. Haha! We’re going to another advert break, so join us again in a few minutes when we will be welcoming Sophie Turner on to the show, to receive her winners prize.”

Natalie arrived backstage at the warehouse and was left unimpressed when she saw what she had to wear. She couldn’t help but think of the things she did for these shows going from dressed as a ridiculous snowman to now wear the tiniest bikini which would be much worse for her than other contestants due to her amble breasts and curvy figure.

Of course with the bad was the good side, she enjoyed messing people up something all the presenters had grown to love, taking the good with the bad if they were going to get trashed from time to time she felt it was only fair if they got to relish when they got to be in control.

As Natalie stripped out of her skinny jeans and tight top and then pulled down her red thong putting it in a locker and stepping into the white bikini, she bumped into a new colleague Kate Mason who looked decidedly nervous as she stood in her black bikini with a dressing gown over her shoulders.

Natalie gave her some comforting words as she said not to worry that at least she wasn’t alone and of course being a sports presenter, she might as well embrace it, as if she was going to do well financially this kind of show would be a regular occurrence.

Vicky meanwhile popped in to take a couple of selfies with her close friend Natalie, saying “Well I needed to get one with you in that bikini, but no way am I going near you after you’ve been on the course” Natalie could only weakly smile as she shook her head, but not before Vicky gave her expose bum a squeeze and a spank.

Vicky meanwhile quickly made her way back to the entrance way so that she could be in position as the advert break came to a close.

“Welcome back to Total Wipeout we are now one third of the way through our contestants taking on the course, before the next break we will have four more people attempting to take on the course.

And first up is someone who has in her past a lot of experience of wearing bikini’s it is of course the lovely Keeley Hazell” Vicky shouted.

Keeley walked over to join Vicky, looking very comfortable in the skimpy white bikini as she waved to the camera and chatted politely to Vicky stating that she was unsure how the course was going to go, but re-iterating that she was doing it for charity and at the end of the day that was all that mattered to her.

Keeley reacted quickly to the klaxon and launched herself down the slope, making no attempt to stand up she sat down immediately and prepared herself to jump onto the pontoon as she felt the cold slime cover her legs and bum.

After she made it onto the pontoon she headed towards the topple towers and after pausing momentarily she jumped onto the first one, unfortunately for the blonde model she misjudged it and was sent flying into the mud below.

The thick brown covered the stunning Keeley as she sunk into it bum first before she could try and wade towards the middle point of the mudpit, she was clearly not enjoying the mud which had began to smell being under the warm warehouse lights.

Once she reached the middle checkpoint Keeley stood up, now looking more like she was posing for a strange mudpack advert as she made her second attempt at the topple towers, her now muddy foot slipped on the third towers greasy surface and she was helpless to avoid falling for a second time.

Keeley splashed down face first with her legs bending backwards behind her ensuring she was pushed deeper into the mud as she flopped around totally submerging herself in mud before she could finally get free and move towards the side of the mudpit.

Mud dribbled down out of her cleavage and plopped onto the floor as she moved towards the ‘Sucker Punch’ she was quite agile as she made her way along the edge taking a few punches only slipping at the end.

Despite this she was able to lunge towards the side this meant only her ankles ended up being doused in baked beans as she quickly moved onto the ‘Big Red Balls’ Keeley took no time to fling herself onto the first ball she didn’t try and fight it and just allowed the ball to fling her forwards into the pool of gunge adding more mud to it like many of the previous contestants.

She disappeared beneath the surface and came up needing to wipe some of the muck from her eyes as she made her way over to the ladder, the camera at the top of the ladder focused on her gungey mud covered breasts as they bounced up and down.

She made her way along the walkway and bent over to grab the rope, showing off her bum to the camera as she did so, after this Keeley ran around the circular platform and launched herself off it, she held on tightly until she reached the end of the platform.

She swore loudly as she overshot the end and flailed her arms as she headed straight into the mixed slop beneath her, cringing as she did so the icky mess engulfed her as she disappeared beneath the surface.

Once she made her way onto the platform up the stairs she sat down for a breather, clearly exhausted from the run, she felt vile as she wiped some of the slop off her arms and body before heading along the bridge to join Maya who teased her about the poor landing on the final jump much to Keeley’s displeasure.

Vicky revealed that Keeley had placed the 3^rd best time so far, but with her opponent coming next it was all to play for, as she spoke about the poor placement for Keeley on the topple towers showing the camera several slow-mo replays of her wobble and impact with the mud.

Alex Curry walked out and joined Vicky after being asked what her hopes were for the run she replied “Nothing too much, my agent suggested I should improve my stature within the UK and said this was a show made by a sports production company so it seemed logical.

Of course, now I’m standing here in a tiny bikini, which I’m not sure even my boyfriend would expect me to wear at home let alone on TV, so yeah I’m not sure what I’m hoping for really”

Vicky laughed before sending Alex on her way, revelling in the chance to watch another newbie getting trashed along the course, pointing out Alex’s agent may not have painted the complete picture for her client.

Alex wore a black coloured version of the bikini, however this was quickly covered up as she made the strange decision to slide down the slope on her front ensuring she took a white slime facial as she entered the slime pool at the bottom and sunk beneath the pontoon, much to Vicky and Maya’s amusement.

Eventually she reappeared now dripping in white slime as it glistened on her body under the lights of the warehouse, nipples standing to attention through the skimpy bikini top she made her way carefully still a little bit unsteady along the path to the topple towers.

She stood and looked at them for a moment before carefully stepping onto the first and then her other foot to the next tower, as she felt the first start to wobble she hopped onto the middle section and sighed with relief.

Rather surprisingly for as Vicky commentated Alex also managed to stay on top of the second topple tower and so as she approached the ‘sucker punch’ she had made up some time on topple towers and looked determined as she made quick work of the wall, thanks to her gym trainer in the USA.

Alex was growing in confidence now; she had managed to avoid what appeared to be two rather disgusting pools of mess had she waiting failed the last two obstacles and as she got to the end of the ramp, she looked at the murky gunge beneath the balls with revulsion.

She tried to put it out of her mind as she leapt onto the first ball and squatted down as she stabilised herself, she sat momentarily frozen scared any moment would send her splashing down below, after a while she hopped forwards and sat down again on the next ball.

“incredible I think she has the technique nailed down, she looks like she is going to make it across all four balls and onto the platform at the other end, a masterful technique there by our American colleague.” Vicky could be heard saying with surprised admiration.

After this Alex grabbed a hold of the rope and swung herself towards the finishing platform glad to have only got messy with the white gunk at the start.

However her thoughts were interrupted when she realised she had fucked up she held onto the rope as it passed the platform and unfortunately for her despite her best will it did not have enough swing to return to the platform and she was eventually forced to drop herself into the mixed gunk below.

Despite the controlled entrance Alex still sunk beneath the surface as the blended mess overpowered her senses and she returned spluttering for breath with the gunk having invaded her private parts completely.

She eventually clambered out and finished the course before heading over the bridhe to be interviewed by Maya.

“Wow that was incredible on the balls Alex, you became the first one to get over them” she told Alex clearly still impressed herself.

“Oh really?, that’s awesome I don’t really know how I did it but hopefully that means I set a good time”

Maya called over Keeley who had washed herself off by this point and stood in contrast to her fellow bikini wear in Alex.

“This was the closest race so far, and with Alex actually making it over the balls, the topple towers and also sucker punch you would think she would be a comfortable winner.

However unfortunately Alex despite clearing the obstacles you methodical technique especially on the big red balls took a very long time and as a result Keeley you are going through to the next round and Alex you have been eliminated.

The American looked disappointed whereas the bikini model Keeley was delighted she hadn’t expected to beat Alex as she managed to see some of her run and thought it looked a lot quicker than the time she had spent floundering in the mess.

“Wow a bit of a shock there with the cleaner Alex being eliminated by the fast but sloppy Keeley” Vicky stated as she welcomed the next contestant Pixie Lott out, Pixie wore a silver version of the bikini which glinted in the light.

Pixie bounced up to Vicky enthusiastically, “Hey Vicky I think this is going to be a good laugh” after they spoke for a bit and Pixie headed off to the start of the course Vicky could be heard saying “Yeah but hopefully for us and not you” towards Vicky hoping to see the sexy singer getting messed up along the course.

The athletic blonde made could work as she used her surfing experience to slid down the ramp of slime and jump onto the pontoon balancing well as she ran along towards the topple towers.

“Ah a great start by Pixie, lets see how she gets on with the next obstacle, she runs and puts her left foot onto first tower bounces and puts her right one onto the second then hops onto the safety of the middle point.

She carefully aims for the middle of the third tower before launching herself like a triple jumper off the four and amazing onto the safety of the path towards the ‘sucker punch’ an amazing start to the course so far from Pixie” Vicky commentated.

Things turned for the worse for Pixie when she took two direct hits in quick succession on the sucker punch which caused her to lose her grip, the pale skinned woman looked in horror as she fell towards the baked beans and spaghetti pit.

Pixie splashed down face first into the beans swallowing a mouthful of the horrible cold food, to make matters worse she cringed as more slop was poured onto her from above with eggs, ketchup and mayonnaise all splattering down onto her with a mix of colours.

The sloppy savoury mix flowed into the skimpy bikini and pressed right up against Pixies pussy and nipples as she waded through the slop unable to avoid the next downpour of gravy, as Pixie climbed out of the pool she looked completely dishevelled much to Maya’s amusement at the end of the course.

The formerly clean singer quickly tried to make up for lost time as she made her way up the ramp and jumped onto the first big ball flying awkwardly off it and sending her splashing down into the thick gunge pool below, which had become browner with all the mud and savoury slop that had been washed off the other contestants, Pixie reappeared looking a little cleaner thanks to her gunge dunking but still pretty unrecognisable from her live show style.

She swam over to the ladder and climbed out, feeling somewhat exhausted from her flip into the gunge she desperately wanted to get to the end and jump into a shower to try and save her hair from being dyed another shade as a lasting legacy of the course.

“And now she is on the final approach all she has to do to stop the clock is land the rump swing successfully,

Here she goes, that looks a good jump and a strong hold her time in the gym paid off with that one as she sticks the landing and we stop the timer.

A solid run from Pixie sees her set the second fastest time of the show, now that will be tough for my good friend Natalie to beat, I’m sure she’ll have fun trying” Vicky added mockingly.

Pixie and Maya spoke warmly with the two of them being good friends off camera with Maya able to wind her up about the faceplant in the savoury pit, something that Pixie said was disgusting as Maya pointed out some egg yolk that was still knotted in her hair.

As Pixie went off to shower the beautifully curvy Natalie walked out to a wolf whistle from Vicky the pair hugged each other. “I’m glad to hear you were nominated for this show, I know you’ve had a great time hosting your Xmas show. Bela and Perrie have got in touch to make sure we don’t go easy on you in addition to the suggestion by Rachel Wyse I know we’ve got the livestream ready to be shared with the whole office so everyone will be watching this right now.” Vicky goaded Natalie

“Thanks Vicky and you girls,

I know full well you nominated me for this but at least it is for charity even if I have to wear this ridiculous bikini. My Xmas show was great for the most part, and I look forward to seeing you get your comeuppance later on Total Wipeout” She exclaimed.

As Natalie turned to leaving smirking at the now concerned looked on her friend’s face, she had no idea if Vicky would be facing anything but as they all knew the potential pitfalls of being presenter, she knew Vicky would be concerned what was coming for her with the seeds planted.

Natalie was aware the bikini barely held her large breasts in but she was determined to not have any nip slips, thinking the public had seen enough of her naked over the past few years.

She like many others sat down on the slime ramp allowing the cool white slime to flow around her bum as she steadied herself ready to launch onto the pontoon, the cameraman made sure catch a slow-mo of her assets moving around as she leapt onto the pontoon successfully avoiding the slime pool and made her way onto the topple towers.

Unfortunately for Natalie her balance wasn’t very good as soon as she stepped onto the first tower she felt it going, as she tried to counterbalance herself she only succeeded in going to far the other way and slapped down into the mud on her left side, rolling over and moaning out loud as she did so leaving Vicky in hysterics.

Natalie flopped around in the mudpit and as she tried to move to the middle checkpoint, she accidently ensured her entire body was covered in thick brown mud, the white bikini now a chocolate colour.

Her attempt for the third and fourth topple towers was even worst as she lethargically moved forwards and tripped immediately sending her down into the mud face first for an open mouth surprise as she screamed “oh fuck” before disappearing into the mud.

 It took a moment for her to reappear firs her mud covered head before the camera could see her unmistakable large breasts and finally the rest of her as she waded her way towards the edge and then onto the ‘sucker punch’ which was one Natalie did not like the look of.

Natalie had good reason to be nervous as a couple of punches and a misstep later saw her flung backwards into the baked bean and spaghetti pool, she splashed down bum first sending a wave of mess out of the side of the pool.

As she tried to sit up right her worst fears were realised as more beans, eggs, ketchup and mayonnaise and gravy poured over her from above, she looked up instinctively as the first egg hit and regretted it straight away as she took a direct hit in the face and cleavage.

The little of Natalie’s body could be made out thanks to the firm coating of mess as she made her way up the ramp towards the big red balls, as her boobs flicked muck back up into her face as she ran along.

Things got worse for Natalie as she jumped onto the first ball, she didn’t fall straight off and resembled a cartoon character running on the spot with her legs flailing as she slipped in the end she tumbled backwards and flopped down into the gunge pool behind the start of the big red balls much to everyone’s amusement.

As Natalie vanished beneath the surface once again, she was annoyed, this show was ridiculous and she never stood a chance, not only this she had no time to prep having just come off her own show, as she swam through the gunge she realised one of her nipples was on show and she quickly tried to adjust the bikini top before she climbed out of the ladder.

As Natalie flung herself of the edge of the circular platform, she provided the camera with a great view of her scantily clad bottom as bit of mud and gunk flicked off it as she flew through the air towards the platform, gratefully sticking the landing and ending the timer.

She feared the worst however as she walked along the platform and as Maya came to interview her, she confirmed that Pixie had beaten Natalie, Natalie looked relieved to be out of the competition hoping that she could get cleaned off and be allowed to go home by the producers.

“Well that was the 8^th contestant and actually as it turns out comfortably the slowest one yet, she’ll be hoping that one of the remaining four contestants are slower than her otherwise she’ll be coming back later in the series”

Before we head off to the next advert break, I just have time to say coming up next is a battle between soap stars Sammy Winward and Shona McGarty before our final contestants my new colleague Kate Mason and young soap star Lucy Fallon.

Sorry it took so long, I got distracted and then lost motivation. Next time I write something, it won’t be based on real-life events that leave the public mind after a few days! 

“Welcome back!” said Kirsty Gallacher. “It’s time to dish out glory and punishment to our two celebrities based on how their teams did tonight! So let’s not waste any more time and bring out our celebrities, Perrie Edwards and Lena Meyer Landrut!”

The two singers walked onto the stage, as neither knew the result of the game yet, they both looked a bit nervous, although they were able to crack a small smile and wave to the audience.

“Welcome back ladies!” grinned Kirsty. “How are you both feeling?”
“Scared!” replied Perrie.
“Same!” said Lena behind a nervous smile.
“Well let’s put you out of your misery” said Kirsty. “Computer, please show us the result!” Behind the ladies on a big screen, the scoreline flashed up.

A smile of relief washed across Perrie’s face as she raised her arms in the air. Lena meanwhile had her face buried deep in her hands as she contemplated what was to come. “Well look at that!” said Kirsty, “A win for Arsenal with a healthy looking scoreline! Perrie, you must be very pleased!”
“Ecstatic!” laughed Perrie.
“Well you may not be staying completely clean” warned Kirsty, Perrie’s face fell slightly at this reminder, “But you’ll be a lot better of than poor old Lena! How are you feeling Lena?”
“I’m in shock” said Lena in her cute German accent. I can’t believe we lost by three goals!”
“Yes” said Kirsty, “and you won’t thank me for telling you that you were only one goal down until the 85th minute.” Lena let out a further sigh of frustration upon hearing this news.

“Well, it’s too late to turn back now!” said Kirsty. “Let’s get on with the forfeits! Starting with cards. Perrie, despite the victory, Arsenal did pick up three yellow cards, which means you must take three custard pies!” Perrie squirmed as Kirsty picked up two custard pies and walked towards her. She stood behind the blonde singer who now had her shoulders hunched up and her face scrunched up. “Brace yourself Perrie!” Kirsty delivered a pie sandwich to the face of Perrie, covering her face and hair in custard. She gasped in shock as she felt the sloppy stuff on her skin and ran her hand through her matted hair. Without warning, Kirsty delivered a second pie directly to the top of Perrie’s head. The top of her hair, which had remained clean for the pie sandwich was now also covered in custard. To add insult to injury, much of this custard began to pour over both the back of her hair, which to this point was still clean, and her face, which Perrie had just finished wiping.

“Okay Perrie, that’s your cards forfeits dealt with, now onto you Lena!” The German singer pouted sadly. “I can reveal that Frankfurt manged to pick up four yellow cards!” Lena let out a sigh of resignation. “But they also got a red card!”. Upon hearing this Lena thew her head back and let out a small scream. “Well” said Kirsty, “Let’s start with the yellow cards first” Kirsty picked up two custard pies and stood behind Lena, instead of the nervousness that Perrie showed before her pieing, Lena just looked a bit glum and resigned to her fate, her shoulders were slumped. Kirsty slowly rubbed the tips of the custard pies against Lena’s cheeks, this caused her to sequel as she felt the custard touch her cheeks. After a few seconds, Kirsty smashed the pies into Lena’s face, covering  her face in custard. Kirsty then delivered the third pie to the top of Lena’s head and a final forth pie directly to her face leaving Lena wiping copious amounts of Custard from her face and hair. “Okay Lena, now for the red card forfeit!” Kirsty held a bucket over Lena’s head and began to pour. Ketchup slowly oozed out the bucket before plummeting onto her head. The ketchup landed with a splat and ran down all sides of her head, Lena ran her hand through her matted hair, mouth open in shock at the destruction she was receiving.

“Okay” said Kirsty, “Now let’s get to Lena’s goal forfeits! Starting with the first goal, which is a little taste of home for Lena!” Kirsty brings over a black forest gateau, positively oozing with cream, chocolate sauce and cherry sauce. She waved it under Lena’s face, the singer’s eyes followed it before Kirsty brought it up and buried Lena’s pretty face beneath layers upon layers of chocolate sponge, cream and sauce. The size of the cake meant that the mess was forced in all directions as Kirsty continued to push it further into Lena’s face, this meant that the slop also covered her hair on both the top and sides of her head. Finally Kirsty pulled the cake away to reveal Lena’s face was now covered in a combination of red, white and brown mess. Lena gasped, both for air but also from shock.

”Okay Lena!” Laughed Kirsty, “Now for your second goal forfeit!” Kirsty lead Lena over to a nearby gunge tank with a load of Arsenal red gunge poised above it, Kirsty lead Lena into the tank before closing the door behind her. “Okay Lena, here we go!”. Lena had her shoulders hunched up and was squirming as the red slime hit her head. She let out a small scream at the moment of impact. The gunge flowed over her already messy head and soaked into her hair, but it also found its way down her cleavage, covering her breasts. In fact, the gunge covered quite a lot of her, soon her legs, torso and arms were also dripping with  red. The gunge flowed out the tank for a soild five seconds leaving  Lena in a very different state to how she started the show!

“Right Lena” said Kirsty, “One forfiet left, but first, it’s time to show us your underwear!” Relucenty, Lena slowly pulled down her trousers to reveal a her white panties. “Very fetching  Lena!” remarked Kirsty. “Now come with me!” Kirsty led Lena over to a nearby pillory. “Okay Lena, for your third forfiet, it’s a trip to the pillory!” Kirsty placed Lena’s hands and head into the pillory and locked her in place. A trolly full of cakes was wheeled out. Kirsty picked up a cream cake and held it under Lena’s face, she looked down at it nervously. Kirsty slammed the cake into Lena’s face, sending cream and sponge everywhere. Lena’s now pure white face gasped in shock, her open mouth showing under the sheet of cream. Next, Kirsty took an apple pie and smashed it on top of Lena’s head. The yellowy goo covered the singer’s hair and chunks of apple ran down her face. With a wink to the audience, Kirsty walked behind Lena with a chocolate gateau. She smeared the cake all over Lena’s butt. Lena gasped as the icing covered her previously clean ass-cheeks. Finally, to finish the job off, Kirsty rubbed two lemon meringue pies into Lena’s breasts. The translucent slop prompted more gasping from Lena.

“We’ll leave you there for a while to think about what your team has done to you Lena!” said Kirsty. “But Perrie, at the start of the show, you complained that you shouldn’t have to represent Arsenal as Alex doesn’t play for them anymore?”
“That’s right” nodded Perrie.
“Well Alex now plays for Liverpool, who lost their game 2-0 this week soooo…”
“Oh come on! Are you serious?” wailed Perrie.
“Afraid so! smiled Kirsty” “And we’ll start with the cake!” Kirsty took a strawberry cream cake and stood behind Perrie, she smashed the cake directly on top of the blonde’s hair, causing her to scream out. Strawberry sauce and cream rained down around her head, covering it in the process, cream then continued to run down her beautiful features.

“Good news Perrie, you only have one forfeit left!” said Kirsty. “Bad news, it’s the gunge tank!” Perrie sighed as she was lead over to a second gunge tank and locked inside. Light blue gunge, representing Napoli rained down upon her, soaking her from head to toe. The gunge was relentless, lasting a full ten seconds before finally subsiding. Perrie gasped and attempted to wipe her face clean, however, she only succeeded in smearing gunge around her already covered face.

“I think we’ll leave you in there too Perrie” smiled Kirsty. “So you can think about keeping your mouth shut in future! Now on to a little head to head between me and Chole from our audience, regarding the Celtic Rennes game” The camera cut to Chole who was looking very nervous. “Ready to find out the result Chole?” The French girl nodded. The two women looked to the screen and awaited the score.

Kirsty looked towards the crew. “So what happens now?” She then put her hand to her ear and her face fell. “Oh, Chole, I’ve just been informed that since Rennes scored first and Celtic had a man sent off, I’m the one getting gunged.” A huge wave of relief hit Chole as she broke out a massive smile, while Kirsty was lead to a gunge tank. As the door was locked behind her Kirsty turned to the camera and spoke. “Well, that’s it from  me, thank you to Perrie and Lena for their services and we’ll see you next time!” Kirsty cringed as she finished her sentence. A wave of garlic mayo flooded out the top of the tank and rained down onto Kirsty. She squealed as the french mess saturated her hair and covered her skin. It ran all down her face and continued for a solid ten seconds. By the time it subsided Kirsty was covered head to toe. She was able to raise a wry smile, but she would be smelling of garlic for a long time to come.

Best Celebrity Wamming
☆ Arielle Free ☆
Scrambled

 

Best WAM Show
☆ Scrambled ☆

 

Best Civilian WAM
☆ Messy4Mind Challenge ☆

 

The Holy Grail Award
☆ Get Your Own Back full episodes ☆
From Bithika Moon Henry

 

The Goolitzer Prize
☆ Grudge-2-Sludge ☆
by TG
Episode 4 – Sisters Kate vs Ellie Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 5 – Bandmates Jessica vs Chloe Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 6 – Director Rosie vs Actress Liv Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 7 – Roommates Grace vs Rob Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 8 – Teachers April vs Roanna Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 9 – Coiffeuses Prisha vs Georgia Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling
Episode 10 – End-of-series Celebrity Special Intro|Rounds 1 & 2|Round 3 & The Sludge Sling

 

The Showercap of Shame
The Death of EC Gunge

 

Show of the Decade

☆ Chega Mais / Conexão ☆

 

Full scores:

Celeb
Arielle Free 36
Rachel Bonetta 31
Christina Tosi 14
Ania Starmach 12
Ciara 10
Oti Mabuse 10
Bebe Rexha 8
Robyn Richford 8
Britt Scholte 7
Sarah Pribis 7
Cat Henstridge 6
Nadine Coyle 6
Gabriela Melim 4
Lindsey Vonn 4
Amberley Lobo 3
Lena Gercke and Lena Meyer-Landrut 3
Alexis de Anda and Michelle Rodriguez 2
Janelle Monae 2
Lily Singh 2
Piyathida Mittiraroch and ML Kwantip Devakula 2
Spencer Thomas 2
Baihly Warfield 1
Danny Painter 0
Jessica Origliasso 0
Kerry Boyne 0
Nadia Jaftha 0

Show (of year)
Scrambled 60
Masterchef Junior 53
Ready Steady Po 18
Fort Boyard 10

Civilian
Messy4Mind Challenge 63
Debb4Dementia 26
ViewsByJosh 1

Grail
Get Your Own Back full episodes 58
NHP Panel Beaters 41
Grudge Match Keeley 10

Showercap
Death of EC Gunge 37
Wammers trying to manipulate charity votes 36
Mash-up Summer Special 16
Double Dare Revival 10
WWE 10
POD Birchington Vale – Holiday camp 7

Show of the decade
Chega Mais / Conexão 32
Saturday Mash-Up! / CBBC Summer Social 29
Noches con Platanito 12
Esto Es Guerra 10
What Now? 10
Figure It Out 9
Kids’ Choice Awards / Kids’ Choice Sports Awards 9
AKBingo! 6
Stwnsh ar y Ffordd / Stwnsh Sadwrn 5
Wipeout 5
Sing If You Can 2
Tigerentenclub 2

The runner-up for the Goolitzer was The Rise and Fall of Aria Donati, by Black Polish. I’m deeply honoured that Grudge-2-Sludge won the prize against strong competition. 2019 was a very active year for WAM fiction and let’s hope the trend continues into the 2020s.

Cheers,
TG

Vicky stood in the area before the start of the course as she welcomed the viewers back from the latest advert break.

“Now as we are quickly getting through the contestants, we only have four more to come before this round is over and 6 will go through to the second round.

So far Georgia Steel, Jenna Coleman, Keeley Hazell and Pixie Lott have all successfully navigated the course quicker than their opponents and so are safely through to round 2.

Coming up now is a big soap rivalry between Sammy Winward and Shona McGarty with blonde v dark hair another thing that divides these two actresses.”  Vicky rattled on as Sammy walked out into the area to be interviewed prior to her attempt at the course.

She was wearing a black version of the micro bikini, showing off her stunning figure to the TV audience something she was not shy about doing.

Sammy climbed up to the top of the ramp and on the signal launched herself down the ramp she slipped onto her bum but despite this was able to compose herself enough to ensure that as she jumped onto the pontoon it was timed well and so she landed on it bum first.

She stood up and allowed the camera to get a closer look at her white slime covered bikini bottoms and basically bare ass as she ran along the pontoon towards the topple towers.

The athletic blonde actress made quick work of the two sets of topple towers as she recorded the fastest time across them daintily bouncing over each tower and bounding onto the menacing looking ’Sucker Punch’.

As Sammy went to shimmy along, she took one punch right to her stomach, however she held on and tried to move some more. However, she then took two hits directly at the same time one to her arm and the other her face which caused her to lose her balance and fall backwards into the waiting savoury food slop.

Sammy splashed down bum first which flung her head backwards as well ensuring that her blonde hair was coated in baked beans and spaghetti hoops much to her disgust, however things got worse for the actresses as above her head opened a hopper which rained down dozens of eggs along with ketchup and gravy.

Sammy took several direct hits to the face as she failed to protect herself in time before she was able to shift onto her front and crawl towards the side of the pit, this enabled her bum to become a target and more eggs and slop splattered down onto her bum cheeks as she wriggled through the mess.

Eventually the smelly Sammy managed to climb out of the pit and she moved onto the next obstacle, the ‘Big red Balls’ she slung herself onto the first one and bounced awkwardly to the right ensuring that she splashed down head first into the pool of gunge below the balls.

Sammy disappeared under the surface leaving a taint of orange from the baked beans in her wake, she eventually reappeared adjusting her bikini under the gungey surface to ensure nothing had gone wrong as she quickly moved through the gunge pool towards the ladder keenly aware it was a time trial.

After this Sammy made her way along the circular platform with the rope and jumped confidently towards the finishing platform, managed to do it in a way that Vicky described as the most elegant way yet.

She made her way along the bridge to speak to Maya who happily revealed that she had set the second fastest time on the course which would be hard to beat, Sammy didn’t want to celebrate just yet but she felt confident internally that she would be going through to the second round.

Shona walked out wearing a red version of the bikini, unlike Sammy she did not feel quite so confident in wearing the bikini, she rarely liked to show off so much skin with her partner let alone with the general public.

Not only that but she really wasn’t keen on appearing on the show having effectively been tricked into doing so by he agent.

Shona was well aware she was going to get very messy, and this troubled her. However, despite this she tried to put on a brave face as she spoke to Vicky before climbing to the top of the Slime Slope waiting for the klaxon to sound.

The 28 year old set off gingerly trying to stay standing up as she went down the slope, this proved to be her first mistake as she instantly lost her balance and crashed down onto the slope slime sprayed everywhere coating her before she flung off the edge of the ramp.

She completely missed the pontoon and splashed down into the slimey pool disappearing under the white gloopy surface, her fears about the show coming true almost immediately as she made her way to the pontoon.

After she dragged herself out fo the slime the scantily clad Shona moved carefully along the pontoon for hear of slipping off and ending up back in the slime until she made it to firmer ground prior to the start of the topple towers.

Shona tried to take a slow but steady across the towers and whilst this seemed to work as she stood on the first tower, the moment she moved one foot to reach for the second tower she lost her footing as the tower wobble and her slimey foot offered little grip.

The end result was that Shona fell backwards into the mud ensuring that her bum and back were completely covered in the thick mud, she tried to move back to the checkpoint but to do so she had to roll over and coat the front of her body in mud as well as she had to drag herself towards it.

Once she was back on the platform she stepped forwards and completely missed the third topple tower completely as she tumbled face first into the mud, this mud felt so disgusting against her skin as the thick lumpy stuff left her feeling cold.

The dark haired actress eventually managed to move on to the next obstacle but with her cold muddy feet she offered little skill and so fell at the first hurdle when one of the punches landed and she took another tumble.

Quickly realising that the sloppy mess of beans and spaghetti which had now been joined by a lot of eggs and gravy smelt just as disgusting as it felt against her muddy skin, she hated how the food had instantly managed to invade her bikini top and bottoms as she felt an egg press up against her crotch.

Things got worse as the heavens opened and like many before her Shona took a direct hit from the eggs, gravy and ketchup stored above she screamed out which was a big mistake as she took a mouthful of sloppy savoury mess before managing to turn her face away and move towards the other side of the pit.

When Shona reached the ‘Big Red Balls’ she was almost grateful as she took a jump onto the first ball and slid off, as she splashed down for yet another dunking she was at least relieved at the chance to wipe some of the savoury sloppy mess of her body before she continued to move along the pool and up the ladder to face the final jump.

Shona who was starting to get used to being covered in all the slop decided to just launch herself and so she jumped and pushed as hard as she could do, producing a good swing which meant she was able to land on the final platform, even if she did fall on her bum as she did so.

Finally, relieved to have finished the course she walked along the bridge to where a wet but fairly clean Sammy and the pristine Maya stood, both girls congratulated Shona on not giving up as Maya revealed that unsurprisingly she was eliminated from the show.

The good news that Maya announced was that she had just pipped Natalie into 9^th place which meant that she was safe from having to return, something that improved Shona’s mood dramatically as Sammy offered to help wash her off proving the rivalry between the soaps didn’t extend to the stars themselves in this case.

“With just two more women to attempt the course I know someone will be sitting nervously as Maya confirmed that Natalie is still bottom of our leaderboard she is running out of contestants to set a slower time, and coming up next is one of our colleagues Kate Mason.” Vicky announced.

The younger sports presenter walked out wearing the bikini, when she had got the new TV presenter gig, she had been elated she didn’t envision this side of the role however and was certainly hoping to not be contracted to as many shows as her colleagues had been such as Vicky and especially Natalie.

With that said she set herself a target of beating her curvy colleague to ensure that even if she got covered in horrible slop, she would be still working with someone who got it worse than she had.

The 32 year old looked great as she worked hard to maintain her figure she shared a warm comforting chat with Vicky off air who helped to relax her showing a change of tact when compared to her long time friend Natalie before the cameras were turned on and she could re-enter and be interviewed by Vicky.

After this Kate moved onto the starting zone and prepared herself for the run, as she heard the klaxon sound, she set off making surprisingly easy work of the slide and jump onto the pontoon as she slid down on her knees.

The black bikini sports presenter quickly ran towards the topple towers, she like many others before misjudged it as she tried to balance with one foot on the tower and one reaching for the other one, she fell sideways to her left and came crashing down in the mud.

The cold sludgey mud stuck to her bum and thighs as she sank into it, Kate realised she needed to get a move on and tried her best to ignore the sensation of the mud seeping inside tiny her bikini bottoms and made her way to the middle checkpoint.

She picked herself up and managed to quickly hop skip and jump the next two topple towers landing with a thud on the other side slipping over on the soft path, but happy to have avoided a second trip into the mud.

As she moved to the ‘sucker punch’ Kate gained some confidence from her success on the topple towers and started off moving quickly along the ledge, however three quarters of the way along she moved too quickly and took two direct hits.

These two pushed her off the ledge and down into the savoury slop, she was fortunate however to fall in a way that meant she could grab hold of the edge straight away.

Although she didn’t spend as long as some of the others in the savoury pit she did still take several loads of eggs and gravy on the top of her head and down her back as she tried to pull herself out of the pit.

Some beans had found themselves inside her bikini bottoms and she could feel them rubbing against her privates, making the quick walk towards the ‘Big red balls’ a more interesting experience for Kate.

Determined to carry on she jumped forwards and bounced from the first ball upwards and then into the side of the second, she flailed her arms in a doomed attempt to grab hold of the ball before she plopped down into the gunge pool disappearing from sight.

The murky mix of colours in the pool settled together for a moment before the surface broke once more and Kate reappeared having had her first take of gunge, albeit very second-hand by now, one that she hoped she didn’t have to repeat too often.

Kate then moved onto climbing the ladder which allowed the cameraman to get a good look at her messy body, zooming in on her to show the detail of the mess dribbling out of her bikini bottoms as she made her way along to the rope swing.

The brunette presenter managed to stick the landing and she sighed with relief that round was over, taking a moment to get her breath back before she headed along the bridge to speak to Maya, after speaking Kate was shown to the outside shower and she was pleased to be able to stand under the warm jets knowing her run was over.

“Now coming up is our final contestant, the time set by Kate is okay but I would definitely describe it as beatable and so we will have to see how our soap star Lucy Fallon gets on” Vicky said as she welcome Lucy out to join her.

Lucy had picked out the grey coloured bikini and stood still, she was used to being on TV in character but wasn’t so used to being herself or certainly have so little clothing on, despite this she put on her brave face and tried to speak confidently to Vicky.

Lucy set off down the ramp after the klaxon and mis-timed her jump she over shot the pontoon to the side and after half landing on it with her right arm and leg she could do nothing but topple over to her left into the pool of white slime.

She rose out of the slime and onto the pontoon dripping with slime as it cascaded off her body, before making her way along towards the start of the ‘topple towers’ at this the young lightweight Lucy managed to hop over the first two towers ensuring they toppled over behind her as she stood at the middle checkpoint.

After this Lucy made her way across the second set of topple towers again much to Vicky’s surprise as Lucy was clearly ahead of Kate in time as she reached the ‘sucker punch’ Lucy grabbed hold of the first arm rest and manoeuvred her body so she could shuffle along the ledge.

Regrettably for her as she did so one of the arms came out and pushed her back in the stomach as she leant backwards, she almost recovered when another one hit her arm and she let go, this sent her falling down into the savoury mixed messy pit.

Baked beans splashed up as she landed in the sludge on her side, she rolled around trying to get a stance to move forwards, accidently ensuring she gave her body a complete covering as she worked hard to keep her face out of the mess.

This attempt was futile when the vat above her head opened up and a torrent of gravy, eggs and ketchup rained down on her from above, the first bit splatted down onto her no longer blonde hair, Lucy’s natural reaction was to look up to see what had fallen on her.

Unfortunately, this was a big mistake as it ensured her face became the perfect target for the mess to splash down on, she slipped over in the messy pit as she panicked trying to avoid the flow and ended up accidently dunking herself face first under the beany mix of mess.

The mess continued to rain down on the sodden Lucy as she moved through the savoury pit towards the side where she was allowed to climb out, she was forced to pause to pick out some of the hoops and stuff that had clung to her bikini top along the way.

Vicky commentated “After a good start Lucy seems to have lost a lot of time compared to Kate and it’ll be tough to make up if she doesn’t get a good leap across the balls here”

Lucy launched herself at the first ball and splattered into it leaving a female shaped fresh dark savoury mark on the side, unfortunately she slid down and plopped under the gunge below.

Like many of the other girls who had fallen into the gunge she preferred the sensation of it compared to the savoury mess from earlier, in fact Lucy felt a tingle as the sensation of the gunge reached her privates

Despite this Lucy didn’t want to lose because she had been enjoying the feeling of gunge and she tried to move towards the ladder as quickly as possible, grateful her gungey messed up face now hid her quickly reddening cheeks as she did so.

The young actress made her way up the ladder and along the circle path holding onto the rope for dear life as she jumped off the edge and waited for the rope to reach the ledge of the finishing platform.

As she felt it coming, she let go of the rope and crashed down onto the soft surface stopping her timer and completing the course.

Maya stood across the bridge and congratulated Lucy for her good effort, however she offered commiserations as she had lost out to Kate and had therefore been eliminated from the show. Lucy looked a little dejected at this before surprising Maya by asking if she could do the balls jump again.

“Umm, maybe although we haven’t got time at the moment” Maya said a little taken back at the thought someone would be willing to do it all again for no reason.

Vicky took over presenting as the show drew to a close.

“Thank you all for joining us for the Total Wipeout assault course, we now know which 6 competitors will be coming back and playing in the next round, with top qualifier Jenna Coleman joined by Sammy Winward, Pixie Lott, Georgia Steel, Kate Mason and Keeley Hazell.

Commiserations to the 6 losers, and of course especially one of those our favourite colleague Natalie Sawyer who will of course be back with us as a forfeit for setting the slowest round across the course.

Good night, and don’t forget to join us again soon, it’s thanks from me you host Vicky Gomersall”

“And me, the best interviewer” Maya Jama said jokingly as she the feed ended and faded to black.

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The lights in the studio came up to revealed singer turned DJ Mollie King stood centre stage. Mollie had her blonde hair down and slightly wavy, while a black top displaying ample cleavage was paired with a  white skirt.

”Good evening everyone, this is exciting isn’t it?” said the bubbly host as she introduced the show. “Tonight we have two stars of children’s television and two very good friends of mine going head to head in a battles of the decades to determine who is the ultimate queen of the gunge”. The crowd cheered as a montage played on the screen behind Mollie showing various gunge scenes from a range of shows. “Of course, we aren’t just doing this for fun, we are raising money for a very special cause tonight, so please welcome our two contenders, representing the 2010s we have Arielle Free, and representing the 2000s the lovely Holly Willoughby”.

The two contestants walked on stage wearing outfits synonymous with their time on children’s television. Arielle emerged from stage left was wearing a school uniform while Holly appeared stage right dressed as a French Maid.

“Welcome to the show ladies,” greeted Mollie as Arielle and Holly arrived centre stage and waved to the crowd. “This is a very special occasion isn’t it? How are you both feeling? Arielle, we’ll come to you first”.

Her hair down and school tie tight, held in place by a sleeveless jumper, Arielle smiled and replied, “I’m really looking forward to this, it’s great to be supporting such a tremendous cause, and hopefully we’ll have some fun too. I’m honoured to even be considered as a queen of gunge against Holly, she was gunged almost every week for a while!”

The audience applauded, as Mollie turned to the older of the two ladies. “And how are you feeling Holly?”

“Well Mollie, I can’t believe that anyone else would think they could possibly be the queen of gunge, I got covered in slop every week on Ministry of Mayhem. The only thing is that it was so long ago. Having said that I’m looking forward to supporting this wonderful cause here tonight”.

The audience cheered once more as Mollie turned to camera. “Well we’ve met both ladies and we know that both are more than familiar with a little bit of mess, so let’s explain how this is going to work”.

A graphic flashed up on screen, and a video began to play. Providing the voiceover was former Gogglebox star Scarlett Moffatt.

Voiceover: It’s time to get messy! Arielle and Holly are about to take part in a series of games to decide who is the Queen of Gunge. The presenting pair will compete in three challenges to decide who has the advantage in our gungey finale. The first challenge will be a good old fashioned game of Cakey Skate with some special guests to help out. Secondly, you will face a Scrambled Assessment Test, and finally you will face our brand new game developed especially for the show. Then it’s the TV classic, The Gunk Dunk. Whoever is in the lead will have an advantage in the final game. The winner will be crowned the Queen of Gunge, while the loser gets a dunking. Good luck!

The video ended with a short montage of Gunk Dunk victims, and the camera returned to the three ladies on stage. “So now you know what you are facing, how confident are you feeling? Holly?”.

”Well Mollie, I’m quietly confident, especially for Cakey Skate. I’ve got a great team to help me who’ve all played the game before, let’s see what happens”.

Mollie turned to Arielle, “Same question, confident Arielle?”

Mollie’s Radio 1 colleague laughed, “I’ve got youth on my side, and I’m ready to take on any challenge, I’ll smash my SATs. You’re going down Willoughby!”

”I don’t think so!” Holly responded.

”Well there is only one way to find out, come back later to see who will gain the early advantage in the battle to become Queen of the Gunge. Our contenders will be joined by some special guests as Cakey Skate returns to television, and we’ll be joined by another queen, as queen of the jungle Jacqueline Jossa helps out with our SATs and takes part in a special challenge”.

The camera cut to a shot of Jacqueline who was backstage, she waved at the camera and smiled, before the shot was cut back to Mollie who was now on stage alone. “We’ll see you next time as we begin our battle to find out who is Queen of the Gunge”.

Mollie waved, and as the studio lights faded, she walked off stage. Just as she walked down the corridor, she couldn’t help but notice the trolley that had been loaded full of cakes and pies ready for the first round. Mollie ran the index finger of her right hand through the creamy top of one of the cakes and then licked the cream off. She smiled and went back to her dressing room.

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The show began for its fourth and final part and the camera focused on the sexy brunette snowman, as she pouted and flirtatiously put her fingers through her sodden hair “Welcome back and I am pleased to say that we have the star of last years Xmas CSWL joining us tonight. Yes, it’s none other than Emilia Clarke.”

A smaller brunette lady walks on to the studio and is greeted by Natalie. She is wearing a gold dress with matching high heel shoes, and is looking surprisingly pleased to be on the show.

Natalie: “Hi Emilia! I hear that you specifically asked to be on the show tonight when you found out which celebrity lady was the ‘winner’ of my little quiz.”

Emilia: “Yes I did. I remember only too well the sploshing I received this time last year at the hands of this years quiz winner with the help of Carla Brown, and I can’t wait to get my own back, so thank you for agreeing that I could come on tonight’s show.”

Natalie turns to face the camera “Seems that there will be some revenge afoot! Let’s not delay things any further. Let’s welcome the lady that was nominated by the viewer who won the Xmas quiz – it is Emilia’s Game of Thrones colleague, Sophie Turner!”

From the left hand side enters a forlorn looking Sophie who is being escorted by two stagehands either side of her. She is wearing a snazzy red shirt, black jacket, black leather skirt and black high heel shoes.

Natalie: “Hi Sophie, and welcome to the show. It seems to be poetic justice that you are the winner, especially as you seemed to have previously been very good at avoiding getting messy on similar shows”

Sophie: “I suppose my luck had to run out some time, and I’m definitely not thrilled to be here!”

Natalie: “Yes so we hear. In fact, I am told that you even tried to do a runner earlier on, but security caught you as you were leaving the TV studio via the fire escape, and our two stagehands have been at your side ever since.”

Smiling, Emilia put her finger to her mouth and joined in “I am so glad that you here Sophie. Do you remember last years Xmas CSWL?”

Sophie gulped “I do, but please remember I was only doing what Carla asked me to do!”

Authors note: Quick link to what happened if you haven’t read it or you fancy another read…

https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2019/01/12/the-ultimate-xmas-cswl-finale-part-2/

Emilia: “Hmmm, a likely story! Anyway, I have an announcement for everyone, the producers have asked me to take over as the main presenter for the rest of the show”

Natalie: “Eh?”

Emilia smiled at Natalie: “Yes, you are going to be otherwise preoccupied in your mini gunging contest with Jo Wilson, and you need to go and get changed!”

Throwing her hands up in the air in a mini strop, the sexy snowman trudged off stage, leaving Emilia with Sophie and her 2 stagehand escorts.

Emilia: “Lucky for you, or maybe I should say unlucky for you, the prize you have won is going to be split into two. For the first part can you follow me?”

Emilia led Sophie to a large contraption which had a chair at one end, a rail on the floor for the chair to travel inside the contraption and come out the other end, with two large carwash-like rollers in the middle, and a compartment on top which appeared to be filled with lots of gooey gunge.

The 23 year old actress gulped audibly as she cast her eyes over the contraption.

Emilia: “I have a question for you! Are you related to TV star Anthea Turner?”

Sophie: “Who?”

Anthea: “Don’t you know her? She used to be on a few TV shows including Blue Peter”

Sophie: “No, I’ve never heard of her”

Anthea: “Oh! Looks like I’ve been misinformed! I was told that you were related to her. Anyway, let me show you an appearance she made on a fun programme called Noel’s House Party quite some time to go.”

The actress pointed to a large overhead TV screen which started to play a video clip.

Emilia: “We thought we would re-create that classic scene here tonight. Why don’t you take a seat?”

The blonde nervously sat down on the seat and placed her arms on the rests either side. No sooner had she done this, the chair jerked to turn 90 degrees and started to trundle along the rail and through the carwash rollers. Water and foam sprayed onto the hapless actress and she got a good soaking. The chair continued along the rails until it stopped directly underneath the gunge compartment. Sophie grimaced and closed her eyes when all of a sudden, torrents of thick blue, yellow and green gunge splattered all over her, coating first her hair and face and then splattering onto her clothes and bare legs. Overwhelmed by the thoroughness of the gunging, Sophie looked shocked as the chair jerked forwards again until it got to the end of the rail and turned abruptly another 90 degrees, so that the messy actress was face on to the camera and the audience. She was greeted with hoots of laughter from the audience as they appreciated the sight of the sexy gunged actress.

As Sophie was wiping her face and trying to get the excess gunge out of her hair, Emilia clapped her hands in glee and announced that the first part was over and asked the two stagehands to escort Sophie away, to get her ready for part 2.

Emilia faced the camera “In the meantime, let’s welcome back Natalie and Jo Wilson who are playing against each other in the final mini gunging contest.”

The camera pans to the desk where the duo are sitting. Natalie has got changed into a red dress and matching high heels, and Jo is wearing a blue dress with blue high heel shoes.

Emilia: “Let’s have a reminder of the rules, and it’s over to Chega Mais’ very own Sabrina Scherer”

A pre-recorded clip started to play on the TV screen, with the Brazilian model explaining the rules in broken English. As she finished, the brunette was surprised by a couple of thick pink cream pies which were smushed into her face and all over her hair, to leave her in quite a messy state”

After thanking Sabrina for the rules reminder, Emilia glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand, and announced that neither Natalie or Jo had predicted the exact score of the chosen match –  Burnley v Man Utd, but that Natalie did think Man Utd would win, so that meant Jo is awarded 1 point.

Emilia: “Therefore it all goes down to the public vote with 2 points up for grabs. After a very close result, the lady who the viewers most wanted to see get gunged,  with 52% of the votes is………Natalie!”

The brunette rolls her eyes and looks to the heavens as she hears her name, whilst Jo clenches her raised firsts in triumph.

Natalie: “I shouldn’t even be in this contest. It should have been Rachel Wyse! She’s got a lot to answer for!”

Emilia: “Stop your moaning Nat! You know what to do”

As a veteran of sitting in gunge tanks, the 40 year old made her very familiar way to the perspex gunge tank and sat down on the plastic chair inside. A giggling Jo had followed her and placed her hand on the lever at the side, and was looking very pleased with herself.

Jo: “Are you ready for this?”

An impatient Natalie replied “Just get on with it!”

The lever was duly pulled and thick white slime sloshed down over the hapless sports news reporter, who didn’t even make any attempt to use her hands or arms to protect herself from the downpour. After a few seconds, the gunge flow stopped and left a very slimed sports news presenter. Her hair, face and dress were coated with the sloppy gunge. Quite a lot of the slime had found its way into the top of her dress and gave her bouncy tits a good coating.

Natalie tuts, stands up and announces she’s off to get another shower. The camera follows the gunged lady until she departs the stage, and then pans back to Emilia.

Emilia: “Oh goody, it’s time for part 2 of Sophie’s prize, and here she is now….”

A freshly showered Sophie walked back on, still flanked by 2 stagehands, her hair wet and slicked back. The audience cooed as she was wearing a lot less than before – a very short white crop top, high cut red thong and white high heel shoes.

Emilia: “Hello again Sophie. I think the audience prefer your current outfit rather than your previous one!”

Sophie: “I wasn’t given much choice. It was this or nothing!!!”

Emilia: “Haha! The producers are cheeky aren’t they. By the way, I hear there are special congratulations in order as you got married last year.”

Sophie: “Yes I did. Thank you”

Emilia: “It’s funny, but I don’t remember being invited to your hen do?”

Sophie: “Err sorry, it was only for close friends and family.”

Emilia: “Never mind. I thought perhaps I could host another hen do just for you tonight!”

Sophie gulps “…why?”

Emilia smiles “Just because it gives us the excuse to do this….”

The two stagehands promptly escort Sophie to a pair of overhead handcuffs which are dangling from an overhead beam. She has her hands cuffed and locked in, rendering her helpless.

Emilia continues “…did you know that tradition in Scotland is that the bride-to-be gets captured by friends. Well, we’ve done that part already. Then she gets covered in all sorts of messy stuff and paraded in front of everyone.”

Suddenly from the side walked on the other 14 lady contestants in the quiz and they are holding either a bucket or carton of something. Sophie’s mouth opens wide as she realises what is going to happen. The 23 year old shakes her arms to rattle the handcuffs, but all to no avail as she is securely locked in and there is no escape. What followed was a thorough sploshing as Sophie got covered in 14 different foodstuffs:- custard, baked beans, tomato sauce, salad cream, milk, mushy peas, chocolate sauce, semolina, egg yolk, double cream, gravy, trifle, porridge and soup.

Not one inch of her body escaped the ordeal and the actress was dripping in disgusting foodstuffs. Her blonde hair was blonde no more and was hanging around her face in gungey brown clumps.

Emilia pointed above Sophie’s head and explained “It probably hasn’t escaped your attention that there is a gunge tank directly above your head. We have filled it full of sticky black molasses, which if you recall from last year, you made me sit in a bath full of the stuff. Tradition also has it that the bride-to-be needs to be as uncomfortable as possible, so I brought these…”

A pair of scissors were waved in front of the dishevelled actress.

Emilia: “Basically you get to choose. Either I gunge you with molasses or I strip you naked. Which one do you want?”

Sophie: “Neither!”

An impatient Emilia tapped her foot on the floor “You have to choose one or you get both!”

Sophie: “Oh god, I suppose it has to be the molasses then”

Emilia grins at her actress colleague “Ask me nicely”

Sophie: “What!”

Emilia: “You have to ask nicely for it, otherwise I’ll strip you as well”

With a sarcastic tone, Sophie replies “Please can you gunge me with sticky black molasses?”

Emilia frowned before commenting “Of course I can do that, but as you seem to have got a bit of a sarcastic attitude then I’m going to strip you as well! Haha!”

Sophie: “No you can’t!”

Emilia raised her eyebrow “Did you honestly think that you were not going to end up naked, after what you did to me last Christmas?”

Sophie had no response as Emilia was quick to get the scissors to use, as she cut off the skimpy top and the red thong to leave a red-faced Sophie wearing just a pair of high heel shoes and of course the varying messes of the 14 different types of food that had just been dumped all over her. The audience gasped as they got an unobstructed view of Sophie’s tits and shaved muff.

The camera panned to the left of the naked actress to focus on another pair of dangling handcuffs from the overhead beam, as if to raise the question ‘who are they for?’

Meanwhile there was all sorts of shouting and squealing off stage, but it all soon became clear as Perrie Edwards and Bela Shah appeared with their arms interlocked with a naked and wet Natalie Sawyer.

Perrie: “Look who we found in the shower!”

Bela: “We think she would look great standing next to Sophie”

The protesting presenter was positioned next to the naked actress and had her arms raised and her hands put in the cuffs to leave her shackled and helpless.

Emilia: “This is an unexpected surprise!”

Putting her hand to the side of her mouth Emilia shouts to a stagehand who is off stage “Do we have enough molasses for both of them?”

She was answered by the sound of a mechanical whirring overhead as a second gunge tank is manoeuvred into place and stops when it is directly above the 40 year old sports news presenters head.

Excited, Emilia clapped her hands and couldn’t help taunt the two captive ladies at how messy they were going to get. Natalie was shaking her head at her predicament whilst Sophie had surprisingly come to terms with what was about to happen. At least it would cover her body up, she thought to herself. Then it happened and gallons of black molasses started to stream over the squealing duo. It didn’t take long at all for their bodies to be covered in the sticky stuff.

Bela took her mobile phone out and took a close-up picture of Natalie “Sorry Natalie, but Vicky Gomersall asked me to send her a photo of you covered in gunk. I think she’ll like this one with sticky molasses dripping off your tits!”

As the audience applauded, Emilia generously wiped Natalie’s eyes for her and shoved a microphone in front of her face, who grudgingly spoke “I guess I really should have known I would end up naked and messy, even though this is supposed to be my quiz show. Anyway, I want to thank all the celebrity lady nominees, the viewers who took part in the quiz and last but not least Emilia for helping out with presenting duties. Until next time, goodbye!”

As the credits began to roll, bags of feathers were upended over Natalie and Sophie and stuck to their sticky molasses coated bodies, to make them look even more ridiculous, which generated raucous laughter from the watching audience.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature.

With a smile on her face the dark-skinned, dark brown-haired singer stepped into the television studio’s lobby for what was probably going to be the penultimate time. She smiled and waved to the receptionist who was watching YouTube re-runs of the previous Immerse the Nurse episodes. Blimey! she thought. I didn’t expect the staff here were that into the show! Shaking her head to clear that thought, Leigh-Anne pushed open the changing room door.

The bittersweet smell of fresh coffee wafted from the pot sitting on the coffee table just inside the door. Logos of some of the other shows the station had put on had been framed in miniature on the far wall. She chuckled, remembering the appearance of one of her bandmates on Natalie’s Xmas Quiz. Her iPhone rang at that point. Well, speak of the devil, she thought, looking at the caller ID. “Hi, Perrie!” she said as she answered the call while changing into her outfit for the evening. “Have you managed to get cleaned up after what Natalie did to you?”

Perrie’s voice giggled. “Hi, Leigh-Anne!” laughed the blonde at the other end of the line. “Yeah, I’m finally clean. It took nearly a bottle of shampoo and half a bottle of shower gel, mind you. Then, when we got home, I licked a lemon meringue off Alex’s face.”

Leigh-Anne laughed. “You kinky minx!” she giggled. “Although, I bet he was only half-heartedly trying to save those shots.”

“Don’t remind me!” groaned her bandmate. “He admitted it to me later, then snogged the wits out of me!”

“Huh, I thought as much!” Leigh-Anne declared. She glanced at her watch before pouring a cup of coffee. “You got yourself a catch with him, you know?”

“Yeah,” replied Perrie in a dreamy voice. “Anyway, I’ll let you go, you’ll probably start broadcasting soon.”

“Thanks, babe,” replied Leigh-Anne cheerily. “Although talking to you has taken my mind off what could be coming my way later.”

“No problem, girl. Good luck, Leigh-Anne.”

“Thanks, Perrie. Talk later, bye!”

“Bye!”

Giggling at the conversation she’d just had, the Afro-Caribbean woman hung up. Reading a gossip magazine while she waited she took a sip of her coffee, luxuriating in its bitter warmth. She chuckled at the photos taken of previous episodes of what she was now presenting and blushed at a sequence of pictures that showed Pixie Lott pulling her into the rancid–smelling slop during her other appearance on the show. She closed the magazine and reached out to put it back. As she dropped the magazine back on the table, she heard a knock on the door. Leaving the room, she followed the stage-hand through the corridors to the darkened Immerse the Nurse studio. Leigh-Anne strode through the semi-darkness and stepped into the middle of the stage.

Shortly, the show’s jaunty jazz theme tune played as the studio lights brightened. As the lights warmed up, they revealed the studio still decorated festively. The rear wall was decorated as always with the large ‘Immerse the Nurse’ logo.

Standing in the middle of the stage was the presenter, wearing a black string-fastened thong bikini. She grinned at the camera while waving to the cheering audience. “Hello!” she called. “And welcome to the results show for the second Immerse the Nurse Semi-final. I am Leigh-Anne Pinnock. I can’t believe this moment has arrived. We’re only a short while away from finding out the identity of our second finalist. Her opponent, of course, will be getting rather messy. So, let’s meet our two lovely nurses one more time. Jess and Julie, come on out!”

Julie

Jess

The two white-clad nurses stepped into view. As they walked across the stage they grinned and waved to the audience. The audience cheered, clapped and wolf-whistled as they got a first look at the two women. As before, the two sexy nurses were wearing suspenders and stockings with their white tunics.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the two women. “Welcome back, ladies!” she said warmly. “So, we’re only a few moments from finding out how the public voted. I can tell from the look of you both that you’re anxious to find out what’s going to happen.”

The camera panned around, showing brown-haired Jess nearly chewing on her fingernails to stay calm while, beside her, a grinning Julie was practically bubbling with excitement. The audience cheered once more, bringing a hint of a blush to the faces of both nurses.

At this point, a stage-hand walked up to Leigh-Anne and handed her the familiar glittery purple envelope. Leigh-Anne grinned at the two suddenly nervous women who stood beside her. She pulled out the results sheet from inside. “Okay, we’ve had something of a runaway winner, this time around,” she announced. “With 73.17% of the vote, our winner going through too the final is… Jess!”

A look of relief crossed the brunette’s face while the dirty blonde-haired woman beside her punched the air in her excitement. She then gave her brunette opponent a congratulatory hug.

Leigh-Anne raised her eyebrows in amazement. “Well, Julie, I think you’re the first contestant on this show to be happy to lose!” she said incredulously. “Are you mad?!”

Julie giggled. “Maybe I am, Leigh-Anne,” she replied. “But, as it stands I’m bringing two grand back to Edinburgh, which is something to be pleased with. Besides that, this looks like it could be fun!”

“More for those of us watching than you, I think,” said the dark complexioned singer-presenter. She took the blonde nurse by the elbow and led her over to the large purple top hat. “Now, please, take out two forfeits and we’ll see what happens to you.”

Julie grinned impishly at the camera and reached into the hat. She soon pulled out a pair of crumpled up balls of paper. With a cheeky wink, she handed them to the brunette singer.

Leigh-Anne unfolded the piece of paper and read the writing on it. She grinned at the eliminated nurse. “Interestingly, Julie, you’ve pulled out a forfeit that brings former guests back, ‘Join Pixie and Demi in a gunge tank whilst you’re all naked’. I do believe that those two popstars are waiting back-stage. Please, welcome back Pixie Lott and Demi Lovato! Come on out, ladies!”

Leigh-Anne and Julie turned to face the rear of the stage. A slender blonde and a curvy brunette walked on-stage. Pixie wore a red lace teddy and matching high-heeled shoes while Demi appeared to be wearing a white silk bathrobe, open-toed white see-through high heels and nothing else.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the two returning celebrities. “Well, ladies, welcome back to Immerse the Nurse, how do you feel about getting messy for the second time on this show. I believe, in the meantime, Pixie you had a messy time on the Really Messy Edition of Total Wipeout, didn’t you?”

The pretty blonde singer groaned. “Don’t remind me! I ended up with baked beans and bits of spaghetti in places where I couldn’t figure out how it got there, not to mention all the gooey gunge I had to swim through.”

Demi grimaced at the other singer’s tale. “Better you than me, Pixie!” she teased. “I don’t think I could have done Wipeout, even if it had just been the vanilla version!”

Leigh-Anne chuckled at the antics of the two singers, before she turned to face all three women. “Right, ladies, I think you’ll agree that your current attire does not match what the forfeit stipulates, does it?”

Both singers groaned in disappointment at this reminder. Glaring into the camera briefly, Pixie slid the straps of her lacy lingerie off her shoulders and rolled the red fabric down her torso until eventually it simply dropped to the floor. The red teddy puddled in a tangled pile around her ankles, at which point a wolf-whistle from the audience made her realise her state of undress and she quickly used her hands to try to preserve her modesty.

Demi shrugged her shoulders before undoing the bow in the silk ribbon-like belt of her bathrobe. The robe fell open, showing that she had indeed been wearing nothing underneath. She then shrugged the silk covering from her  shoulders and let it slide down her arms to fall on the floor. The Latina then covered her tits and muff with her hands.

Shaking her hair back over her shoulders, Julie unbuckled the belt around her waist which helped to hold her tunic closed. She then unbuttoned the tunic and pulled it up her torso giving the audience a view first of her peachy sheer white knickers-encased arse, then her matching suspenders and finally her white bra. With a cheeky grin Julie unclasped her bra and, with a flourish, flung it into the audience where a couple of souvenir hunters dived to scoop it up off the floor. Seeing this she quickly pushed her knickers down her legs and kicked them into the audience as well.

The three nude women cuddled into each other, both celebrities trying to use Julie as a shield to cover their exposed lower bodies. Julie, however, was feeling naughty and kept pushing them both forward slightly so they were just as exposed as she was. Some stage-hands then walked on-stage and led the three of them to a booth-style gunge tank to the side of the stage. When they were all inside the gunge tank and the waist-high door closed, Pixie looked up briefly. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed. “What are those?!”

Above each of the naked trio was a rusty-looking pipe which looked like a children’s cartoon sewer pipe. Julie and Demi glanced up at this point and grimaced. “I hope what comes out of those pipes is not what I’m thinking of!” cried Demi.

Leigh-Anne laughed at the horrified looks on the faces of the three naked women. “Don’t worry, ladies,” she reassured them. “The only similarity what we’re using has to what you’re thinking of is the colour.”

Looks of horror turned to relief. As Julie, Demi and Pixie looked at the presenter once more they heard a gurgle from the pipes above their heads and reflexively squirmed and attempted to scrunch up into balls. As they did so, their eyes closed tightly in anticipation, there came a flow of brown sludge from the three pipes. The brown goo oozed over the heads of the three women. It steadily flowed down their faces and over their hair, burying their identities under the heavy thick liquid which then flowed down their curvy bodies, smothering boobs and bums in the brown goo before splattering down their long legs. The smell of what they were covered in was unmistakable to the three naked ladies.

“Chocolate?!” shouted Pixie. “I wasn’t expecting that at all!”

“Yes, Pixie,” replied Leigh-Anne mockingly, scooping up two aerosol cans of whipped cream. “Now, we’re not done with Julie yet, but we nearly are with you two, Pixie, Demi!” The dark-skinned singer-presenter then proceeded to spray a spiral of cream on the tops of Pixie and Demi’s heads while the audience laughed and jeered at their now-comical state. The Little Mix member grinned at the two chocolate-covered popstars, she was nearly about to burst out laughing herself.

Leigh-Anne plucked up the second crumpled piece of paper. Reading what was written on the paper, her eyes widened and a grin nearly split her face in two. “Tied to a pole naked with Libby for a Savoury Shower,” she read the forfeit out loud for everyone else. “And I believe that Libby is actually in the audience once more. Come on down here, love.”

The dark-haired woman from Southend stood from the back row of the tiered seating. She was once more wearing a micro slingshot bikini, this one fluorescent yellow in colour. As with the previous bikini she had worn on the show, this barely covered her ample curves. She walked up to Leigh-Anne with a nervous smile on her face.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the bikini-clad brunette with her long straight hair. “Welcome back, Libby,” she chuckled. “I don’t think you were expecting to be back down here, were you?”

“Nooo!” sighed the pretty Essex girl. “I can’t believe one of your viewers wanted to see me all messy.”

“Yes, there was this forfeit,” agreed Leigh-Anne. “However, this wasn’t the only forfeit that was suggested that would have you getting messy. There were two others.”

Libby clapped her hands to her face in shock. “So, three in total?!” she asked incredulously. “That’s nuts!”

“Well, it may be ‘nuts’ as you say,” chortled the dark singer. “But, it does mean that you’re wearing a little bit too much. Mind you, that bikini doesn’t exactly cover much anyway! Julie, perhaps you can help Libby out?”

The dirty blonde-haired nurse grinned underneath her covering of chocolate. “Don’t mind if I do, Leigh-Anne!” she said and reached up to the knot which held the brunette’s bikini top closed. Julie gave one of the strings hanging from the knot a hard tug, loosening Libby’s bikini top and leaving short streaks of chocolate on the brunette’s skin.

Libby smiled ruefully as she felt her tits pop out of her now-useless top. With that at the back of her mind, she pulled her top’s halter-neck straps over her head as Julie grabbed the straps of the bikini bottoms. The blonde nurse quickly slipped the long bikini straps off Libby’s shoulders. In an instant, the piece of lycra was whipped away from her body, at which point Julie wrapped her in a tight hug smearing more of the thick brown goo over the brunette’s body.

At this point, Leigh-Anne took the two of them by the arm and led them to where a reclaimed timber telephone pole stuck up from the studio floor. Four stage-hands quickly turned the two naked women around so there backs faced the  pole. The stage-hands then pulled their hands behind the timber and using a couple lengths of rope, tied Julie and Libby’s hand s in that position, tightly securing both women to the pole. Julie shook her head as she felt the chocolate slowly drying on her skin.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the two bound women. “Well, ladies, my bandmate Perrie can probably sympathise with your current predicament,” she laughed. “Now though, we have a variety of savoury goodies for you.”

As the two nude women looked inquisitively at the show’s presenter, what appeared to be a bucketful of tomato-covered spaghetti rained down on each of them, resulting in a pair of high-pitched screams. The mass of tomatoey noodles splattered over their heads, shoulders and breasts.

Leigh-Anne grinned at the pasta-doused duo. “That doesn’t look too comfortable, ladies!” she crowed. “And it hasn’t ended yet.”

Before Julie or Libby could react, a gallon of mushy peas fell on them, adding a layer of lumpy green slop to the strands of pasta and tomatoey mush that had already landed on them. They both cringed as the collected slop smelled like nothing on Earth. As the peas stopped falling, there came a deluge of baked beans which poured over them both and washed down their curves.

Julie’s previously cheerful disposition was fast vanishing under the savoury muck that was streaked down her body. “I wouldn’t refer to these as ‘goodies’, Leigh-Anne!” she complained as she caught her breath.

Leigh-Anne smirked evilly at the blonde nurse. “Oh dear, Julie,” she teased. “Perhaps you’ll prefer some fish stew.”

“What?!” exclaimed the blonde nurse. A wave of creamy, tomatoey fish stew then fell from the ceiling. Tomato and cream sauce covered chunks of fish and vegetables rained down on the two already slop-covered nudes. Lumps of cod, pollock, haddock and salmon along with chunks of carrot, celery and cabbage clung to the faces of the two pretty women. They both had ended up standing ankle-deep in the savoury slop that coated their upper bodies.

Leigh-Anne walked to the centre of the stage and grinned at the camera. As she did so a stage-hand gave her a folded piece of notepaper. She unfolded it and gulped at what she read. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s almost time for me to sign-off,” she announced. “But, before that, the producers want to give me a messy send-off. I’m about to take a bath in nacho cheese. And to decide what I’ll be wearing when I do that, I have to  spin this wheel. In case you’re wondering, they borrowed it from the Celebrity Supporters WAM League and made the necessary modifications to it.”

The Afro-Caribbean singer walked over to a large familiar rotating wheel had just been pushed into view. It had been divided into twelve segments which alternated between “Bikini”, “Topless” and “Naked”. Nervously, Leigh-Anne approached the wheel and reached out an arm. Grasping the side of the wheel firmly, she pulled sharply on it. The wheel spun rapidly, a pointer clicking rapidly through the segments. The wheel eventually slowed down and clicked to a stop with the pointer solidly indicating one of the for ‘Naked’ segments.

Leigh-Anne gaped at the segmented wheel. “Ooohh, damn it!” she groaned. This was not something she was looking forward to. Grimacing, she undid the knots that held both her bikini top and thong fastened and let both fall to the floor.

At this point, two stage-hands, a brunette and a blonde, dressed in maids’ uniforms pushed a bathtub, which was a quarter full, onto the stage along with a trolley bearing two jugs of the cheese sauce. With the audience cheering her on, Leigh-Anne walked up to the bathtub and looked in horror at its contents. The runny yellowy-orange cheese gleamed in the studio lights. Gathering her nerves together, the singer-turned-presenter stepped into the molten cheese, squirming internally at the odd feeling of the cheese on her skin. Leigh-Anne then slowly sat down, sinking gradually into the cloying yellowy glop. When her arse touched the bottom of the bath, she found herself up to her waist in the cheesy goo. Her dark skin contrasted brilliantly with the bright yellow of the cheese.

Leaning back in the tub, Leigh-Anne absentmindedly rubbed her hands over her stomach and chest. This had the effect of covering her torso in cheese. The pretty singer sighed contentedly at the feeling of her cheese-covered body, only her head not being coated in cheese. At this point, the two stage-hands picked the jugs of cheese up off the trolley. They proceeded to pour the contents of the jugs over the dark-skinned brunette’s head. Leigh-Anne’s pretty face was quickly smothered in the cheesy gunk.

As the flow of cheese ended, the brunette singer smiled for the cameras beneath the covering of cheese. “That’s all we have time for tonight,” she paused for a put-on groan of disappointment from the audience. “Come back next time, when my blonde bandmate Perrie Edwards will reintroduce or two finalists and another guest will take on the Healthy Celebrity Dunking. Thanks for joining us! Good Night!”

With those words, the studio lights dimmed before the show cut to the highlights of the two semi-finals. The final shot shown being Leigh-Anne in her cheesy bath, groaning as she massaged the cheese sauce into her skin and rubbed more into her hair.

A/N: And that’s the end of the Semi-finals. Hope you enjoyed them.

Disclaimer – Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

The now familiar voice of Scarlett Moffatt opened part two of the show as the lights came up.

Voiceover: Let battle commence! Arielle and Holly, it’s time to find out which one of you is Queen of the Gunge. It’s time for you to take on your first challenge. But in order to play Cakey Skate we’re gonna need some cakes, so ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mollie with her trolley…..

The studio lights flashed and the studio was filled with the sound of The Saturdays hit Notorious, as the show’s host Mollie King walked on from stage right pushing the trolley she’d seen backstage just a few minutes before. Mollie was still wearing the same outfit, as she wasn’t allowed to wear the maid’s uniform for copyright reasons. She left the trolley at the side of the stage and then walked to the centre of the floor to address the audience.“Hello, and welcome back to the Battle of the Decades, as Arielle Free and Holly Willoughby compete for the ultimate honour of being crowned Queen of the Gunge. This is all so exciting, isn’t it?” The crowd cheered.

“Well as you can see we’ve got our cakes ready, all we need now are some players. Now this is going to be a team game, but I’ll let our captains do the introductions, so without further ado, please welcome back Arielle Free and Holly Willoughby!”

The two contenders to the throne entered the arena. This time they had changed out of their more customary outfits and were now wearing black t-shirts with a green and white battle of the decades logo in the centre. This was paired with blue shorts for Arielle and pink ones for Holly.

“Welcome back ladies”, said Mollie as Arielle and Holly, both now with their hair tied into a ponytail waved to the crowd once more. “Holly, as this was your game for so many years why don’t you introduce us to your team first?”

“I’d be delighted to”, said Holly, “please welcome two veterans of Cakey Skate hoping to take me to the top of the board tonight – from Girls Aloud it’s Kimberley Walsh and from the cobbles of Coronation Street, it’s Tina O’Brien”. Holly’s voice went typically high pitched as she finished welcoming her team mates. From stage right, Kimberley and Tina skipped onto the stage.

“Great to see you both”, said Mollie, giving each a hug as they arrived centre stage. “We’ll talk to you in a minute, but why don’t you introduce us to your team first Arielle?”

“Sure. I’ve got youth on my side and decided to add an extra competitive edge with my two selections. First up, making this a battle of the girl bands, please welcome Jade Thirlwall”.

“And secondly making this a family affair, please welcome Tina’s on screen daughter Bethany…AKA Lucy Fallon!”

Lucy and Jade ran on from the left of stage and were greeted by Arielle and Mollie. They waved to the crowd who were cheering wildly. Mollie turned back to Holly’s team.

“Now Kimberley, you were quite the regular on MoM weren’t you?” The screen behind showed a video of Kimberley being gunged on the show.

“Yes, I was, and as you can see I was usually the one getting gunged. Cakey Skate was always such fun too. Good times”.

“But Tina”, said Mollie, “despite appearing on the show and playing Cakey Skate, you never got messy once, how come?”

“I was just lucky I guess, but I’m sure I won’t be so lucky tonight”, Tina laughed nervously and looked around the stage.

“Well it’s funny you should say that Tina”, Mollie replied. “As you are the only member of your team that has never been in the gunge tank, we have an added surprise for you, send your cake higher than your cast mate Lucy then she will go in the gunge tank but if you don’t then the privilege will be all yours!”

Both Tina and Lucy looked shocked at this revelation and a tank was wheeled onto the side of the stage, above it was a large vat of red gunge. “Lucy how do you feel about that?”

“Well I was keen to beat Tina anyway but this is certainly an added incentive”.

“And how are you feeling Jade?”

“Well Mollie I grew up watching this show so to be able to have a go at Cakey Skate is a dream come true to be honest. If I get caked then so be it, I’ve had worse recently, I just hope I don’t make an idiot of myself”.

“I’m sure you won’t Jade. Now let’s get on with the game. Here’s Scarlett with the rules”.

Voiceover: It’s time to get your skates on! Each player takes it in turns to choose a cake. They’ll place it on the skateboard and attempt to fling it as high up the wall as possible.  The height of each cake will be measured and the team with the highest combined total will be the winners, while the losers get a cake in the face. (The video shows a clip of Nadine Coyle being pied). Good luck!

“Right then, we flipped a coin backstage. Arielle won and decided Holly’s team should go first. Our team captains will get us underway so Holly choose your cake”. (Author’s note: each height has been generated at random using a custom random number generator).

Holly picked up a cake and placed it on the board, “ooh, I’m nervous now”. A drum roll started and the crowd counted down,….3…..2…..1…..

Holly planted her foot on the board and sent the cake onto the wall. Mollie went over to measure it. “Well, Holly, I can reveal you sent you cake 3.0 metres, an excellent start”. Holly walked back to her mark, sticking her tongue out at Arielle as she walked past.

“Arielle, if you’d like to come up?”

Arielle walked up to the trolley, selected one of the less creamy cakes and placed it on the skateboard. The drum roll sounded again and the crowd counted down….3….2….1…..

Arielle sent her cake into the air, and it splattered onto the wall. Mollie was quickly in place to measure her effort. “Well, Arielle, I can reveal you scored just 1.5 metres, half of Holly’s height”. Arielle walked dejectedly back to her mark and could be seen apologising to Jade and Lucy.

The camera then quickly panned to Kimberley who was already placing her cake on the board. As the drum roll sounded, the crowd began the countdown……3……2……1…….

The cake left the board and appeared to travel well. Mollie was once again on hand to provide a quick result, “Well Kimberley, I can reveal you managed to reach 4.1 metres”. The audience sounded suitably impressed with this.

“This isn’t fair”, moaned Jade, as she selected her cake. “They’ve done this before”. Jade thumped the cake down on the board, clearly annoyed by what she was seeing. “Well Jade, how’s your chance to pull some height back, here we go!”  The drum roll sounded again….3…..2…..1……

Jade stomped on the board and sent the cake up on to the wall. Mollie had her tape measure ready and measured the height of the creamy splat.  “Well Jade, I can tell you that your cake went 1.9 metres, that means with just our soap stars to compete, the scores are 7.1 to Team Holly and 3.4 to Team Arielle”. Arielle shook her head, she knew that there was no chance of this being turned around now.

With such a deficit in the scores, attention turned to the battle to avoid the gunge. “Well Tina, looks like you’ll be on the winning team here”, said Mollie, “but don’t forget you need to get your cake higher than Lucy to avoid a gunging”.

“I’m fully aware of that, thank you”.

Tina strutted over to the trolley and selected her cake before heading over to the skateboard and placing it carefully on the end. “Well Tina, there’s a lot riding on this, when you’re ready”. The drum roll began again….3…..2…..1……

The cake went into the air and hit the wall with a thud. There wasn’t much cream on this one but Mollie could make out where it had hit, and measured carefully. “Tina, I can tell you that your cake travelled 2.1 metres”. The crowd oohed as they realised that this was a beatable height.

Lucy stepped up, exaggerating Tina’s earlier strut. She chose a cake of similar size to Tina’s, placed it on the board and looked up at the wall where she could see the sticker of Tina’s face marking the 2.1 metres she knew she had to beat. The drum roll began for the final time…..3…..2…..1…..

Lucy almost hopped on the skateboard, in what was one of the more unorthodox approaches to the game. Nevertheless, the cake made it to the wall. Mollie was ready to deliver what was an important result.

“Lucy, the score you needed to beat in order to send Tina to the gunge tank is 2.1 metres, and if you scored more than 5.8 metres than Team Arielle will complete an unlikely win”. The audience laughed. “I can tell you that your cake went…..two….point….SEVEN…metres. Congratulations!”

Lucy jumped up and down in celebration. These were quickly cut short as Mollie stepped forward to reveal the overall winner. “So Team Holly your total height is 9.2 metres. Arielle, your team managed just 6.1 metres, so Holly takes the first round”.

Holly celebrated by hugging Kimberley. Unsurprisingly, Tina looked a little less pleased as she knew her punishment was still to come. A tray was brought on to stage with three large creamy custard pies. “Right, as ever with Cakey Skate. The losers get a pie in the face. Lucy, Jade, Arielle please take your positions”.

Three spotlights appeared on the centre of the stage, and the three losers took their positions.  Holly, Kimberley and Tina each picked up one of the large pies and went and stood next to their counterpart.

First up was Tina, given what was to come, she took great pleasure in slowly pushing the white and yellow pie made up of a combination of whipped cream: and custard, in her co-star’s face. She pushed the pie right in and twisted it round ensuring that the full contents coated Lucy’s face and the sides of her long blonde hair. “That was so much fun!”, cried Tina, as Lucy started to wipe some of the cream from her face.

Next wa Kimberley. She was much more aggressive with her pie and slammed it into Jade’s face. Cream and custard could be seen flying everywhere, covering Jade’s face and hair and splashing down onto her t-shirt. Jade burst out laughing, and seemed to enjoy the experience. She grabbed a dollop of the cream and threw it at Kimberley, the pair both giggling relentlessly.

Finally, it was Holly’s turn, and the chance to seal victory in a very satisfying way. “I’ve missed doing this!” Holly pushed the pie square into Arielle’s face and continued to push it up until it rested on the top of her head. Her entire face was coated in the thick gloopy substance. The top of her head was also messy though her ponytail largely escaped.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our winning team, Team Holly”. The audience cheered as Holly raised her arms in the air. “Tinaaaa,” Mollie called, almost seductively, “you still have a little something to complete here don’t you?”

Mollie grabbed Tina by the wrist and led her to the left hand side of the stage, where the gunge tank had remained untouched. Lucy, still desperately trying to wipe herself clean, was beckoned to follow.

“Now your team might have won the game, but let’s not forget our little side bet. Lucy scored higher than you, so if you wouldn’t mind taking a seat, and we’ll deal with you in just a minute”.

Tina took her seat in the gunge tank and looked up to see what awaited her. She looked petrified and almost seemed to be pleading with her eyes to Mollie and Lucy for this not to happen. Mollie ensured that Tina was sat in the perfect position before turning to the audience. “Think you’ve got one last countdown in you?” The audience cheered, and the drum roll was played out once again…..5…..4…..3…..2…..1…..

Several klaxons sounded and in an instant a torrent of thick red gunge gushed our from above Tina’s head. The gunge hit her square on the head and sprayed out of the top half of the tank which was open (similar to that used on Live and Kicking).  The thick red gunge seemed almost never ending andi as it started to thin out, it revealed Tina whose hair and face were completely coated in the thick red slime. She was almost unrecognisable.

As she blinked a little and tried to remove some of the gunge from her face, she looked up out of the tank, just in time for her cast mate Lucy to throw a bucket of thick yellow gunge right in her face. Tina looked less then impressed by this added gunging.

Lucy, still with remnants of pie dripping from her hair couldn’t help but laugh at her colleague as she once again attempted to wipe the gunge from her face.

“Wow that was amazing wasn’t it?” Mollie pointed to one of the large screens in the studio as an action replay was played.

“How are you feeling Tina?”

“Very cold, very wet and not very happy”, Tina said as she folded her arms. “I’ll get Lucy for this before she leaves Corrie!”

Mollie laughed. “Well what a way to end our first game. Holly Willoughby is 1-0 up but there are still two rounds to come. Here’s what you can expect in the next round”.

The screen flashed and displayed a graphic reading “Coming Up” before showing a montage of some of the best Scrambled gungings. The voiceover began.

Voiceover: In game two, queen of the jungle Jacqueline Jossa will be providing us with some I’m a Celeb themed SATs. Tune in to see who will come out on top. But before we go, no episode of Cakey Skate would be complete without the host getting messy too, over to you girls…

Mollie was still distracted by the sight of a stroppy looking Tina sat in the gunge tank that she had failed to notice that Arielle and Holly were stood either side of her holding large pies. Before she had chance to do anything about it, they were smashed simultaneously into each side of her face.

Her hair was absolutely covered in thick layers of cream and custard. Mollie’s face hadn’t escaped either with the sloppy pie filling covering most of that too. Before she had time to compose herself, Jade made sure that her face was completely covered by smashing a third and final pie right into it.

The lights faded and the voiceover took over before Mollie had time to close the show herself.   

Voiceover: Join us next time for some Scrambled Assessment Tests, see you soon!

The girls were led off stage, while Tina was left until last requiring further assistance to get out of the gunge tank. Mollie had now had time to compose herself and think about what had just happened. As she was doin this, she noticed the buckets of gunge lined up in the corridor ready for the next game. Smiling to herself, she couldn’t resist dipping her hand in the bucket of thick green slime. She smiled again, and shaking as much of the gunge of her hand as possible began to think about Tina. With a slightly puzzled look back towards the buckets, Mollie suddenly felt confused, she couldn’t decide if she felt sorry for her, or in fact was a little jealous. She walked into her dressing room and began the process of cleaning herself up.  

Sascha had been in her new job for a couple of weeks, she’d found it hard to settle in having moved to a new city where she didn’t know anyone.

Whilst most of the people who she worked with seemed nice, they all had their own lives and whilst content to make polite conversation with her in the office or over lunch nobody had seemingly space to welcome her into their private lives.

As a result, Sascha had spent each night at home alone in her rented flat wondering whether she’d just made the worst mistake of her life.

At 26 she’d just left a somewhat comfortable job as the waitress in a café, it was a family run one called O’Neil’s and she’d worked there for 10 years starting as a part time Saturday job and then eventually a full-time after leaving college.

She made the decision to try and meet someone and turned to one of the popular dating apps and quickly started chatting to one guy in particular, he seemed charming and funny and not at all pushy.

After spending a couple of days chatting non stop he finally asked her to join him for a drink at a little bar he knew saying they always had fun events on Friday nights, she initially thought about saying no when she saw the message at work.

However, by the Thursday evening as she arrived home, she remembered exactly why she’d signed up for the App in the first place and sent her a message saying “Sure, would love to. Let me know where and I’ll cya tomorrow”

Sascha spent much of the next day thinking what she should wear for her date with Michael, as she sat at her desk watching the clock on the bottom corner of the computer tick slowly towards 4 when she could leave work, she settled finally on how she would dress.

Sacha got home from work, quickly stripped out of her jeans and smart top and jumped into the shower, after washing off and preparing herself she picked out her quite grey short tight dress, she knew the dress would emphasise her large breasts especially if she went without a bra.

She also made the decision to wear her long dirty blonde hair down over her shoulders, putting on a skimpy thong and then her casual white converse, because she always hated wearing high heels on a night out and set off into town towards the bar.

Unfortunately for Sascha she realised less than half an hour into her date with Michael that not only wasn’t he someone she would want to date but he also came across as a bit of an ass to her. In between finding his attitude to be the opposite of her online profile where in person he came across as a condescending and stuck up bloke, who to top it off could only make for dull conversation.

Despite this she still found him incredibly rude when she saw him joking with the bar girl and handing over what she assumed to be a piece of paper with his number on it and before returning with two drinks and acting as if nothing had been going on at all.

After several more drinks had been consumed the music in the bar died down and a man walked on holding a microphone, Sascha could only assume this was related to the entertainment Michael had mentioned on his message before they met.

She felt relieved, this meant she could watch whatever was going to occur and hopefully it would waste a bit of time before she could tell Michael it was getting late and she could go home, before deleting him from the App.

“Hello Everyone, I hope you are all having a great evening so far” the man said as he introduced himself as the Games Master before continuing.

“tonight, for our little quiz we have got two volunteers the winner will be going away with £30 and the loser will be facing a little forfeit.”

The crowd cheered at this and Sascha could tell a lot of the people at the bar were regulars and knew exactly what the quiz was, and for some reason she thought it seemed to excite them a lot more than a crowd at a normal pub quiz back home.

“Please welcome up on the stage Molly” the Games Master announced to a chorus of whooping from the crowd. A fairly cute girl who was a similar height to Sascha but was slightly curvier and had a large bum but small chest than her walked up she wore a black leather skirt and white top showing off her own cleavage as she grinned wildly.

Sascha wondered why she looked so enthusiastic as they hadn’t even explained what the quiz would be yet however her thoughts were interrupted when the Games Master spoke once more “And I’m told our next contestant is new to the area and wants to make her mark, please give a warm welcome to Sascha”

She looked around, it was clear nobody else was called Sascha and when she heard Michael behind her say she’s over here “Come on Sascha be a good sport” was all he said as he pushed her forwards towards the parting crowd.

Sascha couldn’t believe it, she tried to say “I didn’t volunteer this must be a mistake, there must be another Sascha in” but she either lost the ability to speak or the crowd didn’t care for her protest, all they cared about was having her walk up onto the stage and take part in some quiz against the brunette.

Once up on the stage Sascha realised she had no choice, although she had considered briefly running, she thought about it and remembered there was a monetary reward for winning and so decided to make the best of a horrible night and at least try and win the money before she left.

When she eventually and somewhat quieter than Molly confirmed she would take part the crowd once again cheered loudly, which put Sascha on edge a little she couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, she had been drinking but something felt a little off, but she could just not place it.

“Right we now have our two competitors it is time to start out games, Molly and Sascha were instructed to stand by a table with two buzzers on it and face each other they would then get to answer the question if they were the first to buzz in.

Sascha relaxed starting to think it wouldn’t be too bad, Molly smiled warmly at her from across the small table, and Sascha couldn’t tell if it was an act to put her off her guard or if the girl was being genuine.

When she heard the first question she put it out of her mind and buzzed in beating her opponent to be the first to answer the question, the Games Master confirmed she had answered it correctly and after that he instructed Molly to sit in the seat that had been placed in front of them facing the early awaiting crowd.

Sascha was a little confused by this, whereas Molly didn’t as she sat down on the chair and waited patiently, things got even more confusing for Sascha when a large tray with what appeared to be types of pies was brought out by the bar girl, she’d seen earlier that night.

The Games Master walked over towards the tray and picked up one of the pies, Sascha looked on with increasing concern and disbelief as he walked towards Molly and then pushed the pie into her face.

Sascha realised she was now standing still staring at Molly as the Games Master rubbed the paper plate around Molly’s face wiping a ton of custard and whipped cream all over her.

It suddenly dawned on her that if she answered a question incorrectly, she would probably be facing the same fate as the now dripping with yellow custard Molly, who had wiped her eyes and resumed her position opposite to Sascha.

This made Sascha even more determined, however she was still distracted by what she had just seen and so was slower than Molly to buzz in for the second question and when it was confirmed that Molly had answered it correctly Sascha stood still putting her head in her hands.

It took a lot of coercing from the Games Master and the crowd, with even some small words of “it’s not as bad as it looks” from Molly for Sascha to nervously move and sit on the seat, carefully trying to not sit in any of the custard and cream on the chair.

She could not believe what was happening, not only had she just had the worst date ever she was now about to be pied in the face in front of at least 25 strangers who were all chanting eager to see her get pied.

She could feel her face getting redder as she got more embarrassed by the thought of being pied that she had failed to notice the Games Master approaching her, when suddenly Sascha’s world went black as a large cream pie had been smashed into her face, the crowd cheered seeing the what they assumed was a deserving victim getting covered in thick white and yellow cream.

The banana pie innards dropped off Sascha’s face and she could feel them dropping down her cleavage onto her breasts, she shuddered as she remembered she wasn’t wearing a bra and thought about how cold she now felt, something that the crowd had also noticed, pointing at her erect nipples believing she was enjoying it.

Sascha felt so humiliated as she sat, unable to see but well aware of all the people at the bar laughing at seeing her pied in the face, she turned away to face the table before she tried to wipe her eyes and return to the buzzer table.

Fortunately for Sascha it seemed Molly took a while to think about her answers before buzzing in and so this gave her a chance to get 3 answered correct in a row, and after each answer Molly took her place on the seat and was pied in the face and hair by the Games Master.

She took a banana pie like Sascha which mixed in with the custard, before a couple of chocolate ones that were purposely runny so that the brown mixture dribbled down the front of her top and coated her breasts in a thick layer of chocolate something the crowd approved of as Molly gave a little cheeky flick of the mess towards a bloke in the front of the crowd.

Eventually after another few pies for Molly she finally answered one correctly, the two girls looking very different with Molly completely covered in various pies whereas Sascha had tried to wipe as much of the first one off as possible. The Games Master revealed the scores were now 2 for Molly and 6 for Sascha.

The bad news for Sascha this was a bonus pie question and she would now face not one but two pies as she reluctantly sat down on the seat feeling the cold pie innards on the chair soaking through the thin material of her dress.

First up was a chocolate pie, Sascha closed her eyes as she saw it coming, she felt the thick chocolate being wiped not just on her face but all around her entire head, she could feel her blonde hair being dragged around as bits of pie were wiped all over it.

After this she just sat still in shock as the second pie this time a large creamy one was brought down on the top of her head crowning her as the pie trickled down her back she involuntarily thrust her chest forwards as the cold mess slid down her back towards her bum.

This action receiving another loud roar of approval from the crowd as she cheered seeing the busty blonde girl getting messy once again.

The quiz round lasted for a few more questions with the final score being 8 to Sascha and just 3 to Molly, despite this Sascha noted that Molly seemed far less bothered by the pies compared to her as she had a final juicy key lime pie thrust in her face for the final pie forfeit.

“Now we have finished the quiz, it is time to reward our winner” The Games Master spoke and Sascha cheered up briefly believing her ordeal to be over.

“all she has to do is take one final forfeit and then she will get her £30” he added crushing Sascha’s faint hopes now fearful at what was coming next, before she knew what she was doing the 26 year was sat on the seat as the Games Master and Molly approached with what appeared to be two metal bins.

The Games Master reached Sascha first and he slowly upturned the bin over her head and sent a torrent of thick gloopy green gunge all over Sascha, he was skilled in his delivery as he poured the gunge over the back of her head ensuring it went down the back of her dress and then as she leant backwards in the seat he was perfectly placed to pour it down her front.

Sascha’s humiliation had reached a new level as she saw through the gunge the crowd were now holding their camera phones and videoing the gunging, she had no idea how long some of them had been filming but was she hopeful nobody shared it with anyone she knew.

Once the green gunge bin had been emptied on top of Sascha it was Molly’s turn she wasn’t quite as skilled as the Games Master as she poured the gunge too quickly. This proved to be fortunate for Sascha as a lot of the red gunge splashed off the top of her head and sprayed onto the floor and splashing some of the people at the front of the crowd.

However despite this Sascha was still completely covered from head to toe and back to front as she felt the gunge pull the front of her dress down leaving her having to hold it in place to stop her breasts being on show completely, not that it really made much difference as the thin material had long since given up hiding her assets proving to be rather see-through under the sodden mess.

The Games Master handed Sascha her £30 in cash and the two girls were told to head off to the side of the bar where they could go and get wiped down and cleaned up in the staff toilets.

Sascha quickly dashed off to the toilets as quick as she could whilst Molly went to speak to the man from the crowd, collecting a bag from him before following where Sascha had gone, as she walked into the staff toilets she saw Sascha leaning over the sink facing the mirror and realised she had been crying.

Suddenly it clicked with Molly, and she realised they were not in the same situation she approached the blonde girl and asked if she was alright feeling a little silly, before asking if he boyfriend was waiting for her.

Sascha tearfully began to explain how she had been on a first date with some guy, and how she knew nobody in the city when Molly came over to give her a hug she helped to wipe as much of the mess of Sascha as possible before offering the bag to Sascha.

Sascha opened it up and saw a towel and some jeans and a hoody inside, she looked at Molly who told her to put them on which Sascha did as Molly picked up the ruined dress and put it in the bag telling Sascha to come with her.

Sascha let Molly take her hand and followed her outside to where she was introduced to the man Molly had flirted with in the crowd, it turned out he was her fiancé and they lived together Molly suggested they take Sascha back to their place not wanting to leave the girl home alone.

After getting home Molly showed Sascha around their apartment before suggesting she get a warm shower, with Molly leaving some more fresh clothes out for her house guest, as Sascha let the warm water wash over her body she was happy to finally be clean.

As she joined Molly on the sofa, who explained her fiancé had gone to get them all some pizza’s they got chatting with Sascha thankful for how nice Molly was being to her, she dismissed the brunettes apologies.

Molly explained that the contestants on the quiz are meant to be okay with it and how normally they had to sign themselves up, she had heard “Michael” refer to Sascha as his girlfriend who liked to pretend she didn’t like getting messy and so Molly had assumed that her complaining was all part of the act.

Sascha didn’t blame Molly at all, and how could she, this girl and her fiancé had helped her clean up and were now providing her with dinner as they all sat around enjoying pizza with Sascha curled up to Molly for comfort as they fell asleep and Molly partner left them to go sleep upstairs realising his fiancé needed to be with Sascha more than him that night.

By the time he woke them up in the morning both girls had a firm hangover and were grateful for his cooked breakfast where Sascha finally decided to ask Molly something that had been bugging her all morning “You knew about getting messy didn’t you?

 If so why did you do it?” Molly laughed she’d been waiting for the question “Truth be told, and I don’t tell many people this but I kinda like it.

We usually have great sex after I get messy. With the right people it can be an amazing experience”

Sascha wasn’t convinced by this, but she certainly wasn’t going to judge the girl who she hoped would be her first true friend in the new city…

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A beautiful blonde woman stepped into the lobby of the television channel’s studios. She chuckled at the show’s logo now-decorating the lobby. She smiled at the receptionist who smiled back at her. “Hi, Betty,” she said cheerfully. “Are either of the producers free to talk for a moment? I want to run something by them.”

The receptionist, Betty, smiled. “I’m afraid their dealing with a lighting issue,” she replied. “If you want to go into your changing room I can have one of them, at least, meet you there in a few minutes.”

“Oh, yes, please,” answered the enthusiastic blonde, before she opened the door to the changing room. She dropped her bag and pulled out her costume for that night’s programme. She changed into it and settled down on the couch with a steaming mug of peppermint tea. As the blonde sipped the hot minty beverage, the two producers, a slender blonde in a cream trouser suit and an equally thin brown-haired Asian woman wearing a navy trouser suit,  walked into the room.

“Hey, Perrie,” said the blonde. “Betty said you had something to run by us?”

“Hi, Mel,” replied the blonde singer. “Yeah, I did. I’ve just been wondering. I know you’ve the guests for this episode sorted out, but I was wondering if you’d go for having an old friend/acquaintance of mine, and the girls’, come on during the results show?”

The two producers shared a look. “What do you think, Meg?” asked the blonde.

The Asian woman frowned briefly. “It’s an interesting proposal,” she admitted. “My only issues are who she is and how are we going to get her to make an appearance at this late stage?”

Perrie grinned at this. “She was our mentor on X-Factor,” she revealed to the producers, causing both ladies’ jaws to drop. “As for how to get her on the show, leave that to me. I’ve got an idea that she might come onto the show to receive a special ‘thank you’ from Jade, Jesy, Leigh-Anne and I.”

Mel suddenly chuckled. “This doesn’t have anything to do with that bet the four of you have going on does it, Perrie?”

“It might,” admitted the other blonde with a shrug. She quickly tapped out a text on her phone, sending it off as the two producers just laughed. “And I hope to win it! Besides, the others have double the chance for it.”

Meg glanced at her watch, once she stopped giggling. “Hate to break this up, Perrie,” she cut in. “But, we need to get you into the studio.”

“Right,” said Perrie as the three women stood up. “Lead on!” With that, the two producers guided the blonde through the corridors to the darkened Immerse the Nurse studio, where they directed the blonde singer to the centre of the stage.

Shortly, the familiar jaunty jazz theme tune played over the speakers dotted around the studio, as the lights in the frankly-enormous space slowly warmed to normal brightness. A purple version of the ‘Immerse the Nurse’ logo had replaced the originals that decorated the walls and floor of the studio. The brightening lights revealed the blonde singer-presenter standing in the middle of the stage. She was wearing the same green leotard she’d worn for the first preview show of the series a month and a half before-hand. It clung to her curves enticingly and cupped her arse snugly while it’s plunging neckline showed off her ample cleavage.  She had once again paired this with a pair of thigh-high black boots. The blonde smiled into the camera and waved to the audience.

“Hello!” she called to quieten the cheering audience down. “And welcome to the Immerse the Nurse Final. I am Perrie Edwards. We have whittled our contestants down from eight to two. Now, the ‘Final Two’ will put their fate in the hands of the public in yet another online vote. The loser goes home with a quarter of a million pounds for the hospital she works at and a lot of mess. The winner, however, will return to work with a guaranteed five hundred thousand pounds and will also have a chance to risk her cleanliness to double that to a million quid, thanks to an anonymous donation from one of the world’s richest people. Before that though, we’ve got an American popstar and actress who’ll perform her latest single and another celebrity has put themselves forward for a possible ‘Healthy Dunking’.”

“But, first, let’s meet our nurses again! From Bristol Royal Infirmary we have Sue, a twenty-one-year-old student nurse. Her opponent from Queen Elizabeth University Hospital is Jess, who just happens to also be a twenty-one-year-old student nurse. Give them a round of applause. Come on out, ladies!”

Jess

Sue

The two nurses stepped into view from behind a piece of stage-dressing. They were an eye-catching contrast. Blonde-haired Sue wore a red-belted dark-blue tunic, sheer black tights and matching dark-blue high-heeled shoes while brown-haired Jess wore a white-belted white tunic, sheer light-brown stockings, suspenders and nude-coloured high-heeled shoes. Both grinned as they walked towards Perrie while they waved at the audience. The already boisterous audience cheered as the two nurses strode out into the open. When they walked up to her, Perrie wrapped them both in a warm, welcoming hug.

The blonde singer grinned at the two women. “Welcome back, ladies!” she smiled. “How do you feel to have actually made it to the final? Sue, we’ll start with you.”

“It’s been a very interesting time, Perrie,” answered the blonde nurse. “I’ve met some wonderful people along the way and either of the two cash prizes up for grabs would make a difference around the wards. Not to mention the support from everyone back home. Thank you! Oh, please, vote for me!” She blushingly blew a kiss to the camera.

Perrie chuckled at the antics of the other blonde. “Well said, Sue,” she agreed. “What about you, Jess?”

The brunette nurse smiled bashfully. “I’m not sure how much I can add to what Sue said,” she admitted. “As your viewers know, I’m really nervous about the potential mess. So, please, everyone, be kind and vote for me!”

Perrie couldn’t help laughing. “Well, before we get into the next half of tonight’s show, I think it’s time for some music,” she announced to cheers from the audience. “Please, welcome, performing her latest single ‘Wrong Direction’, it’s Hailee Steinfeld!”

The camera panned across the stage to where the twenty-three-year-old performer stood, microphone in hand. She was  wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, which almost clung to her curves. She quickly broke into the song accompany-ing it with the dance moves from the video. Quickly, the audience got behind her, clapping to the song’s beat as she sang.

As Hailee sang the last bar of the song, Perrie wandered up to her. “Wow, Hailee!” she exclaimed. “That is a wonderful song. Although, it tugs at the heart-strings.”

The brown-haired American smiled at the blonde-haired British singer. “Thanks, Perrie,” she replied. “If that’s your reaction, then this song sounds as I hoped it would.”

“Err, you’re welcome,” stammered Perrie, trying to gather her thoughts again. “So, Hailee, of all the shows you could have performed a new single on, why did you pick this one?”

“Well, honestly, this was a bit of a last minute decision,” Hailee admitted sheepishly. “This trip was organised a little late and this was the only show that fitted the time-slot from my end. On the other hand, as it’s to raise some extra funds for the… err… NHS, I’m actually quite happy to be here!”

Perrie’s eyes widened in shock. “Well, okay!” she muttered, still trying to work out the American’s reasoning. “I have to ask, you did read the full contract for appearing on this show, didn’t you?”

Hailee laughed. “Yes, Perrie,” she chuckled. “And I’m aware that clause four of that contract states that an on-stage performance may result in a messy solo!”

Perrie, still wide-eyed, gave the other singer a smile. “Well, in that case come with me,” she said, taking the brunette by the arm and leading her across the stage to where a gunge tank stood waiting. Perrie guided her fellow popstar inside and stepped back, closing the glass half-door in the process. “Okay, Hailee, we’re going to play a little game, are you ready?”

A slightly worried look crossed the brown-haired woman’s face. She looked above her and noticed a pipe coming from above the booth she stood in. “I guess so!”

Perrie grinned. “Excellent!” she chuckled. “Now, you have two chances to grab ten thousand pounds to be split between both hospitals involved in tonight’s show. I’ll ask two questions. Incorrect answers dump something horribly savoury on you. However, a correct answer will mean that you’ve nabbed the ten grand, but it also means that a lot of sweet custard will fall on you. So, shall we get started?”

Hailee had to pick her jaw back off the floor for a moment. “Oh, God! What have I got myself into?”

Perrie chuckled. “Let’s find out, shall we?” she asked rhetorically. “Question One: which bridge in London features in the title of a poem by William Wordsworth?”

Hailee looked exasperated. “I wish I’d paid attention when my English teacher went into poetry!” she groused. “Tower Bridge?” There was a sudden downpour of baked beans as a klaxon blared from the ceiling. The orange-red slop poured over the pretty brunette below, flowing over her face and onto her chest. To Hailee’s dismay, the beans seeped down her cleavage and began to fill her swimsuit. She squirmed as the tomato-covered beans washed around her crotch. The beans started bulging her swimsuit outwards as the lycra stretched with the increasing amount of them that had flowed between her tits while runny tomato sauce trickled down her legs. When the baked beans stopped falling, Hailee was left with a pregnant-looking bulge over her belly. Her hair had gone from artful waves to stuck to her scalp and dishevelled. She brought her hands up and wiped some of the tomato and beans from her face.

Perrie giggled at the look of the other singer. “That looks brutal, Hailee!” she laughed.

The brunette smiled wryly. “I’ve had nicer feelings, Perrie,” she groaned in agreement.

“Well, let’s move on then,” chuckled the blonde singer-turned-presenter. “Question Two: Ironically, given the nature of this show, the Great Fire of London started in Pudding Lane, where did it end?”

Hailee thought for a moment. “Did you take these questions from the ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?’ board game?” she laughed suddenly. “It was Pie Corner!” She suddenly let out a squeal as ten gallons of bright yellow custard poured out of the tank above her. The creamy goo coated her head and smothered the few baked beans that were stuck to her skin while also flooding between her tits to mix with the beans in her swimsuit. The brunette singer wiggled incessantly at the feeling of the combined beans and custard that coated her body. When the flow of custard trickled to a stop, Hailee was left streaked with beans and custard from her head to her knees.

Perrie smiled encouragingly at the dejected-looking brunette. “Well, Hailee, you look like you’re going to need a few showers!” she teased, earning a slop-covered glare from the gooey brunette. “Right, we’ll just let you stay there for the rest of the show, I think!”

Perrie turned and walked to the middle of the stage. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, at this stage you know what part of the show we’ve reached,” she grinned as she paused for a cheer from the audience. “Yes, it’s time for the Healthy Celebrity Dunking. Tonight, we have a Reality TV star who’s been on our screens since 2010. She was one of the stars of TOWIE and now has a major role in The Mummy Diaries, as well as having been something of a Lads’ Mag favourite. Please, welcome, Sam Faiers!”

The blonde Essex glamour girl walked on-stage wearing a purple and grey trimmed bra and knickers, sheer black tights and black high-heeled shoes. Her long hair framed her pretty smiling face as she walked across the studio’s tiled floor, her hips swaying alluringly. She waved to the audience as she made her way to where Perrie waited.

Perrie grinned at the blonde milf. “Welcome to the show, Sam,” she said warmly. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit brave to be coming on the show at this stage for this particular segment?”

Sam giggled nervously. “Yeah, in a way I wish I wasn’t facing all that gloopy slop plus the addition of what was thrown over everyone during the last episode,” she admitted. “But, it’s hard to pass up the chance to get these two hospitals a bit of extra cash. Besides, there is a small chance that I mightn’t get messy at all! Or maybe I’m wrong!”

The blonde singer smiled at the other woman. “That could be wishful thinking, Sam!” she chuckled. “Now, did I hear that you’re crazily issuing a challenge to our audience?”

The blonde model and reality TV star blushed prettily at this. “Yes, Perrie,  I am,” she replied. “Okay, everyone, you know the drill at this point! If you donate a thousand quid, I’m getting dunked, but if the amount donated reached two thousand, then I’ll be filling my tights and knickers with rice pudding beforehand. Finally, if the collection hits twenty-five hundred pounds, I’ll also be stripping naked before getting dunked.”

“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” said Perrie with laughter in her voice. “You heard the lady! As ever, our collectors will be walking among our studio audience for five minutes from when I say. A grand will see Sam getting dunked. Above that will see her get involved in some bonus goodies. So, collectors, your time for collecting starts… now!”

Like the previous six times they had gone through this routine, two dozen stage-hands quickly walked on-stage carrying collection buckets. As before, the audience proceeded to stuff the buckets full of coins and banknotes. This caused the eyes of those on-stage to widen as the size of the collective donation rose visibly with each second that passed. When the last seconds available for the collection had ticked by, a loud gong echoed through the studio and the stage-hands walked out of sight to go over the amount collected.

The blonde singer-presenter smiled into the camera. “Wow, now I know why my bandmates were in awe of this bit of the show!” she laughed. “That looked like a lot of money, didn’t it, Sam?”

The other blonde nodded, momentarily speechless. “Yeah, Perrie,” she agreed. “I have a feeling I won’t be clean for much longer!”

After this brief exchange, a stage-hand walked on-stage and handed Perrie the expected glittery gold envelope. The blonde popstar opened the envelope and removed it’s contents. She read over the two pieces of card she had pulled from the envelope and chuckled. “So, do you want to know what the audience donated, Sam?” she asked, getting a simple nod in reply from the blonde model. “Well, you’re right to be feeling anxious, girl, ’cause they donated a grand total… of… two thousand, seven hundred pounds.”

“Oh, God, did you have to drag that out so much, Perrie?!” groaned Sam.

The blonde singer chuckled as  two stage-hands pushed on a trolley carrying four buckets of creamy rice pudding. “Yes, I did have to!” she teased. Perrie picked one of the buckets up and reached out and grabbed hold of the other blonde’s waistband, pulling out the top of her tights and knickers from her lower abdomen. Grinning cheekily, Perrie poured the creamy dessert into Sam’s knickers, before letting them snap back into place which forced creamy grains of rice into the her pussy, making her squirm.

Perrie then poured the remaining rice pudding in the first bucket into the blonde model/reality TV star’s tights. The pudding spilled down the legs of Sam’s tights. Seeing this, the blonde singer picked up another bucket and sloshed it into the other woman’s hosiery. Sam couldn’t stop squirming as she felt the creamy rice flow down her legs and build up from her ankles up. Perrie followed this up with the third and fourth buckets, resulting in the blonde Essex woman’s legs being encased in the creamy dessert from her knees down, while the cream stained her tights.

“Uuughhh!” groaned Sam. “This is so gross!”

“I’ll take your word for it!” laughed Perrie. “Now, I think you need to remove your clothes now, don’t you?”

Sam sighed. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed the waistband of her tights and rolled them down her legs. The nylons soon lost their fight with gravity and fell with a wet splat to the floor. Clumps of creamy rice clung to her legs in places. She then unclasped her bra and whipped it off, sending the supportive piece of lingerie spinning into the audience. A chorus of whistles filled the air at this point as Sam reached for her knickers’ waistband and slid them down over the curves of her arse and thighs before they dropped to the floor on top of the sodden tights.

Perrie grinned at the now-nude blonde. “Well, Sam, why don’t you go take a seat,” she said, gesturing to the dunk tank beside them.

Sam climbed onto the seat of the dunk tank and sat nervously watching the gooey-looking slop below. Four stage-hands walked up and proceeded to add to this four buckets each of chocolate sauce, spaghetti, mushy peas, baked beans and fish stew. This had the effect of making the slop below Sam’s feet look and smell even more horrible.

Perrie looked at Sam and grinned. “Now, while the stage-hands were counting the cash for this segment, there was an interesting e-mail sent to the channel,” she announced, raising the tension in the air. “The sender made a donation of five grand if Hailee joins Sam in getting dunked. So, Hailee, what are you going to do?”

The brown-haired American singer gaped as the gunge tank she was stood in was opened. “Well, I can’t keep that money from the hospitals, can I?!” she replied, stepping towards the dunk tank.

Perrie smiled. “That’s the spirit!” she crowed. “I’m afraid though that you should ditch that swimsuit.” The audience cheered her on when they heard this.

Hailee rolled her eyes. “I should have known you’d say that!” she complained half-heartedly, even as she reached up and slid the thin straps of her swimsuit from her shoulders. This, however, meant that there was no longer anything to counter the weight of the baked beans and custard that had filled the black lycra. The brunette popstar’s suit was dragged down her curves by the bulge of baked beans and custard, landing with a splash at her feet. Her body was streaked with tomato and custard. The audience were cheering and wolf-whistling constantly as Hailee attempted to modestly climb up to the seat of the dunk tank.

Hailee paused for a moment. “Err, there looks to only be room for one on that seat, Perrie,” she said hopefully, only for her hopes to be dashed.

“Oh, don’t worry, you can just sit on Sam’s lap,” retorted the blonde singer.

The American woman sighed. I should have known that would be what she’d say! Hailee gingerly perched herself across the blonde model’s thighs.

Perrie took in the sight of the two beautiful women sitting above the gunk below and smiled, wanting to remember the moment. She carefully took two steps away from the tank. “Well, Sam Faiers and Hailee Steinfeld,” she began the somewhat formulaic presenter’s spiel for the ‘Healthy Dunking’. “The audience’s wallets have spoken and, now, it’s time for you both to take a dunk!”

The dunk tank’s seat suddenly dropped away, sending both women splashing into the slop below. They were plunged into the lumpy goo. Eventually, two nondescript blobs broke the surface, as they both gasped into the air.

Perrie walked back to where Sue and Jess were waiting. “Well, that was a bit of a change from previously!” she giggled. “Now, however, we’re almost out of time. The fates of the lovely Sue and the equally lovely Jess are in your hands, ladies and gentlemen. Voting will close at 23:00 GMT tomorrow (10/1/20), but repeat votes will be accepted every hour. As usual, the producers are accepting forfeit suggestions for the loser of the vote. Much to my personal shock, they’re also accepting suggestions for what you see happen to me! What are you all going to come up with?! Anyway, join me next time for the result of the vote and what promises to be a massive amount of mess, good night!”

The audience broke out in applause, cheers and wolf-whistles. As the camera panned over Sam and Hailee wallowing in the slop, the lights dimmed. Television screens then showed the credits rolling on one side of the screen while the other side showed the familiar views of each nurse separated, this time, by a yellow “V” on an purple background. As before a voice-over reminded the viewers on how to vote.

A/N1:  The 3 polls are below. As Perrie said, they close 23:00 (11 pm) tomorrow, Friday the 10th. However, if you want, forfeit suggestions can also be made in the comment section. 

 A/N2: And it’s time for the final, hope you enjoy it!

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The show restarted with a video montage of a range of Scrambled gungings. As the lights came up in the studio the audience could see a small classroom style set up in the centre of the stage. Just as with Cakey Skate, a voiceover intro began the show.

Voiceover: it’s time for some assessment tests, but which one of our ladies will really be taught a lesson? Holly Willoughby leads Arielle Free 1-0 after taking the spoils in Cakey Skate. Arielle must win this game if she is to stand a chance of having any advantage going into the Gunk Dunk. So let’s get this show on the road , with your host Mollie King.

Mollie strode out onto the stage. This time she was wearing a white blouse and black knee length skirt, after her previous outfit had been covered in pie. To add to the more school teacher look, she paired her outfit with some spectacles. Her hair remained loose and wavy.

“Hello, and welcome back to Battle of the Decades, as we continue to determine who is really the Queen of the Gunge”. The audience cheered. “Holly Willoughby is 1-0 up after winning Ministry of Mayhem favourite Cakey Skate  but up next it’s the Scrambled Assessment Tests, which Arielle is all too familiar with”.  The screens behind Mollie showed some images of a gunge soaked Arielle.

“So, let’s welcome back our two contenders. Please show your appreciation for Arielle Free and Holly Willoughby!”

The two players, now both dressed in school uniform, emerged from either side of the stage, and made their way to greet Mollie. The audience were suitably impressed with the two arrivals on stage and cheered wildly. Mollie turned to Arielle.

“Now Arielle, you lost the first game, you’ve got to be feeling more confident about this one, right?”

“Absolutely, I’ve done more of these SATs than I care to remember. I reckon that I’m gonna smash this!”

“Well let’s see what your opponent has to make of that. Holly, feeling confident?”

“Well obviously this game is more suited to Arielle, but if it’s I’m a Celeb themed then I might just have a chance so let’s see what happens”.

“Thanks Holly. Well once again Arielle won the backstage coin toss, so she gets the advantage. If you’d like to take your seats ready for your exams please ladies?”

Arielle and Holly took their seats behind two small wooden desks. Once they were both in position, the desks were removed by two stage hands who ran on to collect them leaving the two ladies sat on plastic chairs in the centre of the stage.

“Now as the subject for this exam is I’m a Celebrity, I think we need an expert adjudicator in the room and who better than reigning queen of the jungle, please welcome Jacqueline Jossa”.

From stage right, Jacqueline emerged onto the stage, she was wearing an elegant blue dress which showed plenty of cleavage. She walked over and stood next to Mollie.

“Welcome to the show Jacquline”.

“Thanks for having me, I’m really excited to watch this contest”.

“Now Jacqueline here will be setting the exam questions and verifying your answers. So let’s get this exam started!”

The crowd cheered as Mollie and Jacquline walked to the edge of the stage. Mollie was handed some cards by a member of the crew. “Now Arielle as you won the toss, you get to choose your first topic from the two on the screen. Holly will then be given what’s left”.

The screen displayed a graphic with a choice of two categories:

******CRITTERS*****

*****CITIES*****

“I’ll take cities please”, Arielle looked quietly confident with this one.

“Jacqueline please read the question and the rules”, Mollie asked.

Jacqueline looked at the autocue and started reading:

“You have ten seconds to list as many Australian cities as possible. Your time will be up when you hear the splat noise, and…” Jacqueline hesitated, “and I throw this pie in my face”.  Mollie smiled and handed Jacqueline a cream pie.

Jacqueline looked nervous as she turned back to the autocue. “Get ready Arielle, your time starts in…..3….2…..1…..

A large clock appeared on the screen and Arielle began.

“Er, Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Perth, Adelaide, Wellington? Aargh, I don’t know any more”.

A loud splat noice wa played and Mollie tapped Jacqueline on the shoulder. The ex EastEnders star gently pushed the pie into her face ensuring as little mess as possible, but Mollie was having none of it and forced the pie right into her face.

The audience applauded, and Jacqueline was handed a towel which she quickly wiped her face as she was prompted to read the autocue once more.

“Well Arielle you gave us six answers but sadly only five were correct, Wellington is in fact the capital of New Zealand”. Despite the disappointment of the wrong answer at the end, Arielle looked pleased with her effort.

“So Holly, the score to beat is five. The category you have been left with is Critters. Don’t forget the loser of each round faces a forfeit. You have ten seconds to name as many critters used in bushtucker trials in I’m a celebrity 2019, your time starts in….3…..2….1…..

The clock appeared on screen and Holly began her list.

“Mealworms, cockroaches, green ants, oh, those other little things erm, er, oh no!”  The splat noise signifies that time was up. Jacqueline was relived that she had no mess to deal with this time around.

“Well Holly, I can reveal that you needed to beat five to win this round, but I’m afraid to say you only scored four.”

Holly sighed.

“Miss King, if you will administer punishment please!”

Mollie walked over to the back of the stage, and picked up a bucket. She walked up behind Holly and emptied the thick green slime straight onto the blonde presenter’s head, covering her almost instantly. The gunge continued to fall down onto Holly’s uniform and bare feet. She shook her head and Mollie placed the empty bucket down and rubbed her hands together.

“Bring back good memories Holly?”

“Not really! I haven’t been this messy in a long time! Our gunge was never this thick!”

“Well you might be getting a lot messier yet”, said Mollie. “The good news is you can choose your own category for the next round”.

Once again a graphic flashed up on the screen. This time the choices read:

*****KINGS*****

*****QUEENS*****

“Sorry Jacqueline, but I think I’m going to have to try kings”, said Holly as she continued to try and clear green gunge from her face.

“That’s ok, now remember you only have ten seconds. I need the first names of any king of the I’m a Celebrity jungle and your time will be over when you hear the splat and…oh here we go….” Mollie presented Jacqueline with two pies “I give myself a pie sandwich!” Jacqueline looked at Mollie quizzically and Mollie gestured the appropriate motion with her hands.

“Get ready Holly, your time begins in….3…..2…..1…..”

The clock on the screen began counting down and Holly reeled off a few names.

“Right erm, Gino, Biggins, Joe, Dougie, Harry, Tony…”

SPLAT! The noise sounded and Jacqueline, resigned to the fact that she was already messy smashed the pies into either side of her face. With cream and custard now in her hair, covering much of her face and starting to fall onto her dress, Jacqueline spat some cream out and then turned back to Holly.

“Well you know your stuff here Holly! I can reveal you got six -well done!” Holly turned and looked at Arielle who was now looking a little concerned.

“Been thinking about some jungle queens?” asked Mollie.

But before Arielle had time to respond, Mollie continued, “can we have Arielle’s question please Jacqueline?”

“Arielle, you have 10 seconds to name as many…Queen songs with two word titles!”

“What?”

“Your ten seconds starts now!”

“Oh er ooh erm ah Bohemian Rhapsody, Killer Queen, erm, Radio Gaga? Is that three words? Help!”

With that the splat sound signalled the end of the round and Arielle shook her head.

“Oh dear Arielle, not your finest moment, I thought you were supposed to be a DJ?” teased Mollie.

“Yes but I don’t play any Queen”, protested Arielle.

“Well I can reveal Radio Gaga is two words but sadly you only scored three points”, said Jacqueline “and Help! Is by the Beatles and not Queen”, she said smugly.

“Time for your punishment!” said Jacqueline, “would you do the honours please Miss King?”

Mollie walked to the back of the stage and selected a bucket full of orange gunge before proceeding to unceremoniously dump it’s contents over the Scottish DJ, covering her hair, face and uniform. The gunge was a luminous shade of orange and Arielle was completely covered. Like Holly earlier, she did her best to try and wipe her face clean.

“Wow, looking good there Arielle. And of course, that levels the scores at 1-1, making this third and final exam the decider.” The crowd cheered.

“Right Arielle,, it’s back to you to choose the category this time”.

“Well I’m not sure it matters after that last one, certainly wasn’t what I expected!”

The graphic flashed up on the screen revealing the final two characters, Arielle was clearly struggling to see through the gunge which she was still having difficulty clearing from her face. The categories read:

*****ANT*****

*****DEC******

“Hmmm, this is a tough one,” Arielle pondered, “I think I’ll take Dec please.

It was now over to Jacqueline to explain the rules. She was already looking around to see what props were being prepared for her this time.

“Right Arielle, for your final SAT, you have 10 seconds to give us as many words as you can that begin DEC…they can be any length, but they must be in the Oxford English Dictionary. You will know your time is up when you her the splat and I ….what? When I sit on this cake”.

A plastic chair with an enormous cream and chocolate gateau was brought onto the stage, and Jacqueline looked horrified as she realised what she was about to do. This was one of her favourite dresses.

“Right Arielle, get ready, your exam is about to start….3…..2….1…..”

“Oh ok, er, deck, deckchair, decking, decade, decide, decode, decagon….erm…”. Splat! The noise signified the end of round and Jacqueline, now resigned to the fact that this was a messy show after all, sat firmly into the cake.  The thick cream and dark brown chocolate sprayed out, she stuck her tongue out and rubbed her bottom around the surface of the cake, ensuring that large parts of her satin blue dress were now covered in the cakey substance.

“Well, I’d say that was very impressive Arielle”, Jacqueline said as she stood up and wiggled her messy bottom towards the audience. “You scored seven!”  The audience applauded and Arielle looked pleased with her effort.

“Now Holly to win the game, and guarantee that you have an advantage in the Gunk Dunk, you need to beat seven. Your category is Ant, and you have ten seconds to give me as many…famous people called Anthony”.  Holly’s face sank.

“Good luck, you test will end on the splat, and begins in…3….2….1….”

Holly looked panicked. She had gone completely blank, “ oh gosh, erm, well Anthony McPartlin, Anthony Hopkins…erm…er…oh, Anthony Costa!” With that the splat sounded and the game was over. Holly put her head in her hands.

“Well, I think we can all see what’s happened her?” Jacqueline laughed. “Holly, you only got 3! So first of all we need to deal with the fact you lost the round. If you will Miss King”.

Mollie walked forward from the back of the stage holding another bucket. She walked up and stood behind Holly before lifting the bucket high and drenching Holly in thick purple gunge. Mollie made sure that the bucket was completely empty before placing it on the floor. Holly was now totally covered and was struggling to wipe the gunge away.

Mollie walked round to the front of the stage and addressed the audience. “Well, it’s a huge congratulations to Arielle Free who levels the overall competition at 1-1 but that means that Holly faces a forfeit as loser of this game”.

The audience applauded as the Cakey Skate trolley was wheeled on stage by Jacqueline.  This time it had three bowls on the top shelf.

“Holly, as we are at school,” said Mollie, “it’s time for your school dinner!”

Both gunge covered ladies were asked to stand up. Mollie encouraged Arielle to join her by the trolley, while Jacqueline moved Holly’s gunge covered chair to the centre of the stage.

“Take a seat Holly, your dinner will be served shortly”.

Holly retook her seat. Arielle picked up the first bowl and walked behind her competitor. “Well, that really was a soup-er contest”, she said, winking to the audience.

Before Holly has realised what had been said, Arielle emptied the bowl of tomato soup over Holly’s already gunge coated hair. “And that’s just for starters!” The audience laughed.

Next was Mollie, who at present was the only clean star on the stage. “Ready for your main course?” Mollie asked as she held a slightly larger bowl ominously above Holly.

Once again, before Holly had time to respond, the show’s host emptied the large bowl of mushy peas over the This Morning presenter. Holly appeared less impressed by the contents of this bowl and was quick to wipe as much away as possiblee, attempting to flick some at Mollie in the process.

Finally, Jacqueline, still wearing her cake splattered elegant blue gown stepped up. “No school dinner would be complete without some lumpy custard.”

Jacquline strode up behind Holly and hastily emptied the third and final bowl over her head. The audience cheered befor eHolly stood up and curtsied.

“How are you feeling Holly?”

“Well obviously I’ve had better days”, said Holly.

“Give her a huge round of applause”. Mollie walked round to the side of the stage and looked towards the autocue.

“So with the contest finely poised, we’ll be back later for the third instalment, which offers a never before seen game on television. A huge thank you to our special guest Jacqueline Jossa, we’ll see you soon.

Once again, Mollie had failed to spot what was going on around her, and with Holly still struggling to clean herself up, it was left to Jacqueline and Arielle to close the show in the now customary manner, smashing a pair of custard pies into Mollie’s face and hair.

The lights faded and the ladies were helped off stage. Mollie couldn’t help but notice there we no props ready for the next instalment. Jacqueline walked past and smiled. “Thanks for your help Jacquline”, Mollie said.

“That’s ok, I had fun, I just wish I could have been gunged”. She turned round and walked off into her dressing room, leaving Mollie thinking to herself in the corridor.

Disclaimer – Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Author’s note – and now for something completely different! This is your chance to get involved and influence the outcome of this battle!

The lights in the studio began to flash and some dramatic music began to play. On the two screens in the studio a short montage of some of the mess already dished out began to play. A voiceover from Scarlett Moffatt kicked things off.

Voiceover: Here it is, the final round before the GunkDunk  decides who is our ultimate Queen of the Gunge. So far our contenders have faced cakes, gunge and school dinners as they battle it out for that all important advantage, but now there fate is out of their hands in this unique game of chance. To explain the rules, please welcome your host Mollie King.

Mollie walked out onto the stage. After Jacqueline’s Cakey experience last time, the producers had decided that Molie too should wear something a little more glamorous. She was now wearing a blue satin frock, a slightly lighter shade of that which Jacqueline had worn for the SATs. Rumour had it backstage that Mollie was less than impressed about having to wear this dress, but the producers manged to persuade her.

“Hello, and welcome back to the final round of Battle off the Decades. Very soon Holly Willoughby and Arielle Free will be sat above the world famous Gunk Dunk, but first we need to decide who has the all important advantage. So with the scores tied at 1-1, please welcome back our two contestants”.

”First up, she’s been representing the 2010s, and after a Scrambled scare, went on to win her SATs, please welcome back Arielle Free!”.

Arielle entered from stage left and walked over to greet Mollie in the centre of the floor. She was wearing a short black dress, and had her hair loose any wavy. She had a big smile on her face as she turned and waved to the crowd.

“Welcome back Arielle”.

“Thanks Mollie, looking forward to this”.

“So am I! Do you think you can get hold of that all important advantage?”

”Well I understand that there is an element of chance in this game, so who knows”.

”Well in order to have a game, first of all, you need an opponent”, Mollie said  “Representing the 2000s, her team smashed it in Cakey Skate, but she was last seen wearing her school dinner, please welcome back Holly Willoughby!”

Holly walked on stage from the right hand side and joined the other two ladies, she was wearing a blue and whiteflowery dress and looked very casual and relaxed as she smiled and waved to the crowd”.

“Good to see you all clean again, Holly”

”Thanks Mollie, it took a long time, those mushy peas were everywhere”. A picture flashed up to remind the audience of how Holly looked at the end of the last round

“Think you’ve got what it takes to win this?”

”Well, like Arielle said, it’s a game of chance so let’s just wait and see what happens”.

“Well you won’t have to wait much longer”, said Mollie, as she took two steps forward. “Here’s Scarlett to explain how this is going to work.

Voiceover: Arielle and Holly, your fate is now entirely dependent on our viewers at home. Six secret celebrities are waiting backstage. Three are supporting Arielle and three are supporting Holly. It is up to our viewers to solve the cryptic clues to reveal the mystery stars, however, they will not reveal who they are supporting until they have been brought out on stage. The first player to have all three of their supporters revealed will be the winner, while the loser, and their team will face a forfeit.

“Thanks Scarlett”, said Mollie, who turned and walked to a new screen which had been placed at the side of the stage. “Right, get ready to get your thinking caps on, once you think you know one of the answers, you can contact us via Twitter. The clues are about to appear on the screen”.

The clues are:

1. Initially another stranger to gunge but recently tangoed
2. Don’t miss plot to address the star in there
3. Soaky before, but has turned around now
4. Energy infringement
5. Initially a Vice President, then a queen…
6. Mezzosoprano or mess-osoprano?

“So viewers, it’s over to you, if you think you know one of the answers get in touch, we will be back on air soon to reveal who our mystery players are”.

Author’s Note: right, over to you guys. Once you think you know an answer, comment below. I have assigned the mystery stars to a team, and the story will follow twhe order in which the stars are identified. Remember, the losing team, whether they have been guessed or not, face the punishment at the end.

Good luck! 

Authors note; No mess is in this chapter, however I can promise there will be mess in chapter 2. Also lots of mess in the completely unrelated Total Wipeout if that is more your thing. Or the follow up to Sascha’s story.

6 months ago

April sat on the sofa at home, she had just finished crying as her mum brought out a hot chocolate for her to drink, she was still angry at the dumb blonde cheerleader who stole her boyfriend, god she hated those cheerleaders.

She and her friends had always tried to stay out of their way for fear of repercussions, many students had faced pranks or various humiliation at the hands of the cheerleaders over the years.

When she’d met her boyfriend she thought he was the one they’d been so happy together and she thought he would be there for the long hall.

However she hadn’t seen the head cheerleader coming, one night at a house party the head cheerleader had taken a liken to her boyfriend.

Before she knew it he was in a bedroom and she was riding him whilst April was left looking for him, eventually opening the door with horror as she saw him on top of her.

Devastated she had ran back to the café crying her eyes, her mum had tried her best to cheer her up over the last hour but whilst she knew she meant well saying things such as.

“If he truly was the one he wouldn’t have cheated on you at a moments notice” and “You are better off without him” weren’t helping her feel any better.

“And on another note as I’m losing an employee, I could do with all the help I can get, so if you are free of that creep you can do some more and help you can help your grateful mother out.” Her mother said in an attempt to distract April.

April slowly got over her ex-boyfriend as she enjoyed spending time with her close friends realising she was not lost without him.

She also knew she didn’t have too left at college either before she could move on and away properly, deciding to focus on her education.

Present day

Chloe had what appeared on the outside to have a very comfortable first 18 years of her life, she was pretty, blonde, and her parents were fairly well off. In addition to this she’d been a cheerleader at the school since she was 12 now at the college part, she was the head cheerleader and in her head her life was basically perfect.

She had her best friends in the cheer squad as well, and they would spend all of their time outside of college together, usually at the local café or wherever they fancied if they weren’t practicing routines at the sports hall.

In reality things weren’t so comfortable at home, her relationship with her parents was poor as they constantly reminded her when she failed to live up to their expectations one of the reasons why she preferred to spend time out rather than back home.

She always remembered the day when she had finished second in the final of the swimming competition, the winner and third place parents cheered enthusiastically for their daughters and then came down to swamp them in hugs along with other family members before the podium, Chloe simply received the cold shoulder for failing to win.

Chloe did however think that she and her fellow cheerleaders were the most popular people at college, along with the guys on the football team players, although this was a view not always shared by her fellow students who looked up to the cheerleaders as sex symbols but also with an air of fear of being one of the victims of their pranks or wrath.

One recent example of this had been the other week when Chloe and two of the other cheerleaders had led three guys quietly to the changing room and told them to strip naked and they’d be outside waiting for them in 5 minutes, the three boys were shocked to emerge from the changing room and not find a sexy cheerleader but two other naked blokes with no girls to be found.

The cheerleaders frequently played pranks and humiliated many of the girls at school too often for petty or even no reason at all, all safely in the knowledge that the cheerleader pact meant they would always back each other’s story if it meant creating an alibi if any of the students tried to get them into trouble.

April headed to the café after finishing her classes at college her long dark hair flowing behind her as she walked along the path and entered the through the door setting off the warming charm to announce her presence.

She headed behind the counter and into the staff area to get ready to work, wearing her casual skinny jeans and tight top, something she always knew got some extra little tips from some of the older male cliental.

The early evening passed without much drama, as it looked like it would be a fairly quiet evening, she was left to deal with the running the place, not that this was something that bothered her, she had been working for a few years now and knew it all.

Her mood changed though when the next customers entered the café and immediately headed to their preferred booth in the corner it was the cheerleaders led by the platinum blonde bitch Chloe, choosing to ignore for a while she eventually headed up and reluctantly took their order.

Chloe and the cheerleaders made their orders, and as she did Chloe met the eyes of the waitress she thought she recognised her from somewhere outside of the café but couldn’t place it, the thought soon passed her by when one of the cheerleaders started to gossip about one of the guys on the football team.

Soon enough the waitress returned with their order but immediately Chloe could tell it wasn’t what they had ordered she called the dark-haired girl back over to complain, however instead of being apologetic she smirked at her and denied that the order was wrong.

Chloe started to get annoyed backed up by the cheerleaders she eventually demanded to speak to the manager, but the waitress just dismissed her saying she wasn’t around.

Chloe really didn’t like the attitude she was getting from the waitress, outside of home she was not used to having her authority challenge and she was not going to let the uppity waitress get one over her.

She coldly told the waitress that she would speak to the owner of the café who she knew well having been a loyal customer for a very long time. “Not only am I going to complain about your attitude and inability to complete a simple order but I’m going to get you fired” she shouted.

Annoying her further this didn’t seem to scare the waitress who just simple stifled a laugh and said “I doubt that” before adding “If you are so sure do you want to bet on it” at seeing Chloe’s reaction, the blonde cheerleader was incensed and quickly agreed.

“If I get fired I’ll come and clean you house” the waitress offered to which the blonde replied confidently “I’ll make sure to leave it messy for you because you better get ready to come over” the waitress headed over to make a phone call to the owner asking her to come in due to a complaint.

April went over to serve a few more regular customers who seemed a little amused by the situation and were clearly hanging around to witness the outcome whilst pretending to watch the football on the large flatscreen.

Ten minutes later the owner walked in and went to speak to April, who explained what had happened and what had been said, after listening to April speak, she went over to the booth where the cheerleaders sat impatiently looking forward to seeing the humiliation of the waitress.

“So, I think you really need to fire her, she’s useless and rude. Whereas we have been loyal customers for years, and I think if you don’t value our custom enough, we will have to simply find somewhere else to come.” Chloe said with an air of authority.

The owner smiled at Chloe, “Yes you and the cheerleaders have been loyal customers over the years, and while I appreciate that a lot there is one big thing you have overlooked Chloe”

Confusion crept over the blonde cheerleader’s face “And what is that Ms O’Neil?” she asked.

“Well you I would like you to meet my daughter April” I believe you two already know each other from college anyway”

April grinned and waved cheekily as Chloe’s face dropped, and in that moment, she realised she had made a big mistake.

“and if you think that just because you have been a loyal customer that I would fire my own daughter you are severely wrong. In fact, I don’t tolerate that attitude to any of my employees let alone my own daughter.

So, you and your cheerleading friends can leave right now, you are all banned” She calmly but forcefully said.

Chloe was in shock, as some of the timid cheerleaders stood up to leave, she pleaded with the owner, knowing she was no longer in control.

“Please don’t ban us, I’m so sorry.

I’ll make it up to you but I can’t have the squad hating me as there really is nowhere as good as O’Neil’s” she said hoping the compliment might help her case.

After some more pleading from Chloe long after the rest of the squad had filed out the door eventually Kate O’Neil relented.

 “Well seeing as you lost a bet to my daughter, I think you wanted her to clean your house wasn’t it?

Well I think you can come back here tomorrow night without your little cheer squad and if you do what you are told you and the squad will be unbarred.”

Chloe relaxed a little, she was still embarrassed at being put in her place but she knew that as the head cheerleader she had to keep some level of authority.

And if Kate O’Neil decided the only way she could do that was be probably cleaning up the café she would do that, to ensure her reputation stayed strong.