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“But she actually admitted she wanted to be gunged, surely there’s something we can do”, Mollie’s voice could be heard in the production office.

“I don’t know that there is Mollie, we’ve got so much going on already, and we might not have enough gunge to do anything extra. You’d better get ready, we’re back on air in five minutes”.

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Clik here to view.Mollie made her way to the side of the stage, and was eventually cued to make an entrance. She was still wearing the same light blue gown that she had on for the launch of game three. The lights in the studio came up as she walked onto the stage.

“Hello, and welcome back to the final game in our Battle of the Decades, as we continue to find out who really is the queen of the gunge”. There was a round of applause from the audience.

“Our two contenders are currently relaxing in our VIP area”, the camera panned to Arielle and Holly, who were sat on red sofas, each with a glass of champagne in their hand. “We also have our guest voiceover, Scarlett Moffatt, joining us in the studio. She’ll be keeping an eye on social media for us to track any answers to our cryptic celebrity clues”. Scarlett waved to the camera.

“Now”, said Mollie, “a quick reminder that the first of our two contenders to have their full team of supporters identified will win the round and take the all important advantage in the Gunk Dunk”.

“Once a celebrity has been identified they will make their way out onto the stage. If they emerge wearing yellow then they are on Team Arielle, and if they are wearing blue, they are part of Team Holly”.

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The audience applauded, as Mollie walked over to the opposite side of the stage to stand near Scarlett, who had taken her place behind a desk, which had a large monitor in place behind it.

“Now the final thing to put in place before we get any guessses up on the screen here, is what we do with wrong answers. Do we have Pamela in the audience?” A short blonde haired girl, wearing an orange dress stood up and looked round.

“Come and join us Pamela, give her a round of applause”.

Pamela made her way from the audience and down the stairs to join Mollie on stage. “Hi Pamela, thanks for joining us, I can tell you that your friend Nicola has nominated you to be a big part of this reveal show, would you like to tell the audience a bit about yourself?”

“Hello, I’m Pamela, I’m 24, and I’m from Northern Ireland”, the bubbly blonde said as she pushed her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.

“And I understand you’re a nurse?”

“That’s right Mollie, how did you know that?”

“Well Pamela, your friend Nicola has told us all about you. You see, Nicola actually nominated you to take part in our network’s other show Immerse the Nurse, but after you didn’t quite make the cut, she contacted us instead!”

“Oh really?” said a bewildered Pamela.

“So”, said Mollie as she put her arm around Pamela’s shoulder and led her to the other side of the stage, “every time we get an incorrect guess for one of our mystery celebrities, you get a gunging!”

The audience cheered as Pamela looked horrified. Reluctantly she took her seat on a stool perched on the right side of the stage.

“Right here we go then”, said Mollie, “Scarlett, have we had any guesses yet?”

“Well Mollie, we have had our first two guesses already, @terroristpie on Twitter suggests that celeb number 6 might be Katherine Jenkins, while they tweeted in again suggesting number 1 is Oti Mabuse”.

“Interesting, let’s start with number 6. The studio lights will turn green if it’s right and red if it is wrong, is celebrity number 6 Katherine Jenkins?”

A drum roll sounded and the studio lights flashed a variety of colours before settling on green.

“Katherine Jenkins is indeed our mezzosoprano, come on out”.

Katherine emerged on stage.

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Her yellow dress revealed to the crowd that she was part of Team Arielle. She waved and took a seat on Arielle’s sofa, taking a glass of champagne as she did so.

“Welcome to the show Katherine,” said Mollie. The Welsh singer waved nervously and the camera panned back to the host.

“Right let’s find out if our viewer’s second guess was correct. Is celebrity number 1 Oti Mabuse?”

The studio lights flashed again and eventually settled in a dark red revealing that Oti was in fact a wrong answer. Scarlett informer the audience “Oti is not a stranger to gunge so afraid this isn’t right!”

At this point, Pamela was looking very worried. Mollie reminded her and everyone else what was about to come next. “So for every wrong answer, Pamela gets gunged!”

Mollie picked up a bucket of thick brown gunge. Instead of walking up behind Pamela, Mollie approached the blonde from the front, stopping about five feet away before throwing the contents of the bucket at the unsuspecting nurse.

Pamela screamed as the gunge hit her in the face, turning her blonde hair brown in an instant. “Sorry Pamela”, said Mollie as she put the bucket down and walked off. “Right Scarlett, what else has been coming in?”

“Well, it’s funny you should say that Mollie, there has been a flurry of activity on our Twitter feed. While you were dealing with poor Pamela, our friend @terroristpie has been in touch twice, and we have also had a new guess from @tomato70”.

“Very good, can you talk us through them?”

“I can indeed”, said Scarlett, “we have guesses for celebrities 1,3 and 5. There is a suggestion that our ‘stranger’ could be Natalie Dyer, ‘soaky before’ might be Sophie Turner while our queen could be Jenna Coleman”.

“Wow, the guesses are flowing thick and fast, but is the gunge? There’s only one way to find out…”

The studio lights started flashing multiple colours again.

“Natalie Dyer – is that right or wrong?” The lights flashed red.

“Ok, what about Sophie Turner?”  The lights flashed red again.

“And finally, Jenna Coleman?”  The lights went red for a third time.

“Wow, it seems our celebrities’ identities will remain safe a little longer. One person isn’t safe is Pamela. Three wrong answers mean three gungings, sorry Pamela”.

Before Pamela could realise what was happening. Three stage hands came out of nowhere with large buckets of thick green slime which they simultaneously threw at the blonde from all angles ensuring no part of her was uncovered.

“Give us a thumbs up if you’re ok there Pamela.” Pamela just about managed to put her thumbs up and force a smile, though deep down she felt horrendous.

“Chin up Pamela”, Scarlett tried to keep her positive “the next guess is in, and this one makes sense. @tomato70 thinks ‘initially another stranger’ is Alex Scott”.

“Well the A S makes sense I guess”, shrugged Mollie, “is Alex Scott one of our stars?”

The lights flashed around and eventually turned green. The audience cheered and Mollie invited Alex out onto the stage.

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As Alex appeared, everyone could see her yellow Strictly-like outfit, and realised Arielle now had a. 2-0 lead. Holly’s face sank as she too realised what had happened. Alex waved to the crowd, picked up her glass of champagne and sat down with Arielle and Katherine.

“So, Arielle has a 2-0 lead, and now just needs one more reveal to take the advantage going into the Gunk Dunk. How are you feeling now Arielle?”

“I’m delighted with how it’s gone so far, I really want that lead, and I’m sure the viewers want to see Holly gunged again!”

“Holly, you must be a bit worried now, right?”

“Well obviously my chances of winning this are a lot slimmer now but let’s just see what happens”.

“More from our team captains later, but back over to Scarlett who has more from Twitter”.

“We have a second guess for celebrity five Mollie”.

“Great, tell us more”.

“Well @tomato70 suggests that our queen could be queen of the track Victoria Pendleton”.

“Makes sense – and her initials are V P, studio lights, is that right?”

The lights flashed and then settled red, the audience were audibly surprised, as they were convinced this was right. As the lights returned to normal, a klaxon sounded, and a torrent of pink gunge fell seemingly out of nowhere catching Pamela completely by surprised. She now looked even less impressed.

“How you doing there Pamela?” Scarlett shouted across the studio.

“Well I’ve had better days”, Pamela said. “But I’m going to kill Nicola when I see her”.

Scarlett and the audience all laughed. “Well, it might not be over yet, as we’ve had another guess come in – this time from @byronmcsteele who thinks our ‘energy infringement’ is sports presenter Jules Breach”.

“Interesting “, said Mollie. “Studio lights, is this right?”

The lights flashed and eventually lit the studio bright green confirming that a third celebrity had now been identified. Jules walked out onto the stage.

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Her tight fitting blue dress revealed that the game was still on. The crowd were delighted by this, and so was Holly. Jules picked up her glass of champagne and sat down next to her team captain.

“And we now have another guess for our Queen”, Scarlett revealed “our friend @tomato70 thinks it might be former queen of the jungle, Vicky Pattison”.

“Well let’s find out”, Mollie replied “remember Arielle just needs one more supporter to win the game while Holly still needs two.  Studio lights, is this right?”

The lights did their now customary multicoloured flash before settling on green. The audience cheered as everyone waited in anticipation.

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Vicky emerges onto the stage wearing a bright yellow dress. The audience cheered as they realised what had happened. Holly looked less pleased as she too realised this was game over. Vicky collected her glass of fizz and made her way over to a jubilant yellow team.

“Well, it appears we have a result,” Mollie declared “with Arielle winning by three supporters to one. In a moment I’ll be chatting to Arielle, but first there are still two more celebrities to identify, aren’t there Scarlett?”

“That’s right Mollie, and we’re going to give our viewers some extra help with these additional clues”. Two extra clues appeared on the screen behind Scarlett.

“Ok, I’m sure we’ll reveal all soon but in the meantime, Arielle, how are you feeling?”

“Well obviously this is a big help in the final, I can’t thank the viewers enough for their help, but it’s not over yet!”

“Indeed it isn’t – any message for Holly right now?”

“Bring on the Gunk Dunk!”

“I have a feeling I’ll be getting messy again before that,” said a dejected Holly.

“You certainly will but we need the rest of your team first. Any new guesses Scarlett?”

“Yes, it appears our viewers think that mystery celebrity number 2 is Pixie Lott, and star six is either Jennifer Ellison or Faye Brookes”.

“Ok the wait is over, mystery celebrities reveal yourselves”.

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Pixie Lott and Faye Brookes entered the studio wearing their inevitable blue outfits.  Given what was about to happen, the pair were both smiling and waving to the crowd. They took their seat with Holly and Jules. Mollie was now standing centre stage.

“Ok it’s forfeit time, firstly there was one more wrong answer in there, and as we won’t be needing these anymore, shall we Scarlett? Mollie pointed to the buckets of blue gunge at the side of stage clearly there in the event of Holly winning.

Mollie and Scarlett picked up a bucket each and approached Pamela who had almost been forgotten about as she sat at the side of the stage, dripping with gunge. Once close enough, the two presenters hurled the contents of the buckets at the pretty blonde who squealed in shock as she was coated in blue gunge from both sides.

“Give her a big hand, she’s been a great sport all night. Ladies and gentlemen, Pamela!”

Covered in that fresh layer of thick blue gunge, Pamela was helped off stage to rapturous applause as Mollie continued. “Now to our unidentified celebrities – you also get a special forfeit from your team mates”.

Holly and Jules were each handed giant custard pies. Holly approached Pixie while Jules took Faye. The audience counted down…..3…..2….1……

Holly and Jules smashed the pies into their team mates’ faces. Being an expert at this, Holly made sure Pixie had full facial and hair coverage while Jules was much kinder, with Faye getting a lighter covering.

“Finally, the main event. Positions please ladies”.

The blue team took their seats on four wooden stools centre stage. The yellows were invited to stand behind them – each being handed a bucket.

“We’ll start this end”, Mollie said pointing to Faye “whenever you’re ready Vicky”.

“If she was SOAKY BEFORE, she’ll be gungey after!” Scarlett quipped.

Without a moments pause, Vicky picked up the bucket and tipped it squarely over Faye’s head, instantly turning her brown hair yellow. The gunge flowed down her shoulders and onto her dark blue dress. Just as she did on her arrival, she smiled and waved at the crowd, seeming to be rather enjoying the experience   Vicky finished and placed the bucket down before admiring her handywork.

Next was Katherine. She was slightly more cautious to pick the bucket up. “Sorry”, she whispered to Pixie as she lifted the bucket about her head, before slowly upturning it and emptying the contents on the blonde pop star’s head. Due to the colour of the gunge it made less of an impression on the blonde’s hair but immediately made an impression on her blue dress. Katherine’s attempt to be kind prolonged the gunging, and Pixie’s agony, but once it had finished she was able to look at Faye and laugh.

Next were the two sports girls and Jules looked a lot more nervous that the two who had gone before her. Alex smiled as she picked up the bucket “I have always wanted to do this to someone”, she said with a beaming smile, and before Jules had time to respond, the thick yellow gunge was streaming down her hair and face, and onto her dress. Jules looked visibly disgusted by the whole experience, while Alex continued to smile from ear to ear, making the whole scenario more pleasing on the eye.  Jules was covered, there seemed more gunge in this bucket, to her at least.

Last up, it was the turn of the two main contenders “let’s hope this isn’t the last time you’ll be gunged on this show Willoughby, I wanna see you swimming in the stuff later”, yelled Arielle as she rather viciously dumped the bucket of yellow slime on Holly’s head. Holly could be seen looking rather wound up by this outburst beneath the yellow gunge but maintained her composure and the gunge poured down her body.

“Wow, would you look at those four”, said Mollie as the camera panned to a wide shot of the four gunged ladies.

“Did you enjoy that Scarlett?”

“It’s was great Mollie!”

“We’ll make sure you tune in for the final, as Arielle and Holly take on the Gunk Dunk in a bid to be crowned Queen of the Gunge, we’ll see you soon”.

As Mollie and Scarlett waved to camera, they had failed to spot that the yellow team had now moved behind them, each holding one of those now famous end of show pies. Vicky and Katherine smashed their pies into the side of Scarlett’s face, while Arielle and Alex dealt with Mollie in a similar manner. Finally the last two buckets of blue gunge left over from earlier were handed to Alex and Vicky who closed the show by simultaneously pouring these over the two hosts, ruining Mollie’s favourite own.

As the show closed, the girls all headed backstage to prepare for the final. Mollie, who now knew what it felt like to get gunged, was grinning from ear to ear, not seeming to mind that her favourite dress had been ruined. This had definitely been the highlight of her career. The video was all over social media, and it was getting loads of comments. Mollie smiled to herself again, and began thinking about what the final might bring.

Author’s Note – So there you have it, Arielle wins Game 3. For those in any doubt, here’s how the clues worked:

1. Initially another stranger gets you the initials AS, Alex has never been gunged, but having don Strictly, has tangoed
2. The phrase Miss P Lott, is hidden in the clue
3. Soaky before is an anagram of Faye Brookes
4. Energy is measured in Joules. An infringement is a breach
5. Initially VP, then a Queen, Vicky Pattison (VP) queen of the jungle
6. Clutched at straws a little here, I suspect Katherine Jenkins is the most famous female mezzosoprano around.

If people liked these, I am happy to launch The Mess-ked Singer as my second series after BOTD?

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.

Authors Note: This part is written from Anna’s perspective

It had been a couple of months or so since the muddy antics at the nightclub and I was still getting little comments and teases from my work colleagues, about me ending up in the gunge tank again and getting slimed with sloppy mud. Even though I was a little embarrassed, I had to admit to myself that I quite liked the thought that the guys kept thinking about me in my underwear getting all messy. For those of you that haven’t read that story and want to know how little old me got messy yet again, you can read it here…

https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/anna-12-even-more-muddy-fun/

Anyway, it was soon going to be the annual charity fund-raiser which was an event that everyone at work looked forward to. Not only was money raised for deserved causes, but it enabled everyone to let their hair down and enjoy themselves. When there was mention of a dunk-tank being hired as the main attraction, I became immediately concerned that I was going to somehow be the person that would end up in it. Call me paranoid, but I thought Danny, Andy and Brian would most probably be concocting some kind of plan but I was mightily relieved when I found out that the dunk tank fun was being organised by two of the secretaries, Hannah and Tina.

After chatting with them, my fears were completely banished as they had already chosen who the unfortunate victim was going to be –  Kelvin, who was the overall manager of the company. I was looking forward to seeing someone else get messy for a change, and I asked Hannah and Tina if I could join them in planning the messy fun for Kelvin. They agreed and the first item on the agenda, was what substance to fill the tank with. The actual hire of the dunk tank had already been organised but they specified that the filling of the tank would be our responsibility. There were lots of suggestions:- baked beans, custard, water, gunge, mud, chocolate sauce. We debated the pros and cons of each. Water was the easiest to arrange but would be predictable and less spectacular. I favoured chocolate sauce as I thought it would be funny to see our boss covered in sweet icky stuff. However we settled on good old fashioned gunge for two reasons – it was better than just water, and was relatively easy to order.

The day of the company charity fundraiser had arrived and I was looking forward to it as it would be a relaxed atmosphere at work with everyone helping to raise funds.

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Clik here to view.After a shower, I selected an outfit for the day – a snazzy blue top, short black skirt, black stockings and black high heel shoes.

I almost forgot the tub of cakes that I had baked the night before. I had made them especially creamy as the plan was to sell these for anyone that wanted to add to Kelvin’s embarrassment by pieing him. I forgot to mention earlier, but we had also arranged for a pillory to be erected as well, so that after the dunkings we could put the gunged Kelvin in it for some more fun. I put the tub into a carrier bag and made my way to work. My mind kept wandering to the thought of a gunged Kelvin locked in the pillory and me taking great pleasure in smushing a cream pie in his face, and pushing it into his hair.

After a 30 minute journey I arrived at the office, and I would say about half the office were already there and everyone seemed to be in good spirits, and looking forward to the afternoon. We had been told we had to work as normal in the morning, and the fun and games would take place in the afternoon. It was a sunny day and the gunge tank and pillory were ready and had been set up in the company’s car park.

I sat at my desk and looked through my emails. There was one that was marked ‘URGENT’ and was from Kelvin. Before I clicked on the email, I giggled to myself as I tried to picture the sight of my boss wallowing in the thick gunge we had in store for him later on. I looked at the time it was sent, and it read 20:15 last night. Kelvin was known to send emails at unsocial times as he worked long hours. I clicked on the email and started to read the contents. It transpired that Kelvin was unable to find a customers file and needed it urgently otherwise the company might lose out on a major order. I sighed, as my administrator duties covered things like locating missing files.

I got up from my desk to start the search. I systematically asked everyone in the office if they had seen it recently. Andy was helpful and told me he was sure that it had been filed away in one of the filing cabinets. Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.The customers name began with the letter A, so I went to the  cabinet that stored all of the A’s. I flicked through all of them and I couldn’t see it. I assumed that it had got mis-filed. I groaned as this meant I would have to go through every cabinet as it could be in any of them.

Whilst I was half-way through the cabinets, I noticed Danny walking over to me. Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.He crouched down so that he was at eye-level with me and whispered that every time I bent down, he could see the tops of my stockings and a bit of bare thigh. I blushed initially, and pushed the hem of my skirt downwards. Danny then told me that he wasn’t complaining as it was a nice sight for him to see. I smiled as I told him that he shouldn’t be so cheeky and that he shouldn’t be looking.

I continued with the file search and I still couldn’t find it. I looked at my watch and it was 11:00 already. That’s when Kelvin came looking for me and found me at the filing cabinets. He looked serious and with some stress in his voice, he asked me if I had located the missing file. I told him what I had done and where I had looked so far, but he appeared disappointed that it hadn’t been found. As he turned to go back to his office, he told me that he had to have the file by 11:30 or else the very important order would be lost. He also told me that he expected me to find it, and reminded me that the location of missing files was within my job remit.

I gulped and thought I might get in trouble, so I doubled my efforts and continued searching the rest of the filing cabinets. No luck! I then searched the rest of the office again and frantically checked everywhere I could think that a misplaced file could be. No luck again!

At 11:30, Kelvin called me into his office. I stepped inside and he asked me to close the door. I did. I stood before him and I felt like a naughty schoolgirl even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. He calmly explained that as a result of not being able to use the lost file, the company had lost a large order and may lose all future orders from a very important client. In order to try and rescue the situation, he told me that he would have to make an urgent visit to the client this afternoon. I profusely apologised and explained that it was really strange that I hadn’t been able to find the file.

I strode out of the office and went back to my desk. A few moments later, Kelvin appeared from his office in his coat, and said goodbye to everyone. He was wished good luck by a couple of people as he left, got in his car and sped away.

It was now nearly midday which would be the start of the fund-raiser. It then dawned on me that our intended dunkee had just left for the afternoon. What were we going to do? The two secretaries and I had an impromptu meeting by the water cooler as we discussed the issue. One of them came up with the idea of doing a secret ballot where all the staff could vote for who they would like to see take Kelvin’s place. I wasn’t very keen on that idea at all, as I could imagine that most of the guys would vote for me, and as there were significantly more males than females in the office, my chances of being the person with most votes was incredibly high. The two secretaries agreed with my reasoning, but we all wanted a man to get dunked so we agreed a plan that when we counted up the votes, we would move the highest placed man to the top of the votes, so that he got dunked. Pleased with the cunning plan, we swiftly organised the ballot, and all staff members were given a piece of paper for them to write down the name of their nomination.

Danny, Brian and Andy took the opportunity to try and wind me up about the potential outcome. Little did they know it was going to be fixed and it could be one of them that was going to get all gungey in front of the whole office.

Danny: “This is an interesting turn of events. I bet that you are really worried that it could be you taking Kelvin’s place”

I smiled and cheekily put my forefinger in my mouth as I responded “No doubt you will be voting for little old me?”

Danny smiled back at “That would be telling, and it is supposed to be a secret ballot”

Brian: “Would this be your first time on a dunk tank Anna?”

I shook my head at him “You seem to think this is a foregone conclusion”

Andy: “It’s about time you got messy again. Haha!”

I waved away their cheeky comments and it didn’t take long for everyone to vote. The secretaries and I took the ballot box into the meeting room and closed the door to ensure we had some privacy. The votes were counted and surprise, surprise I came out on top. It was a bit of a landslide, but we soon ascertained that Danny had come a distant second in the vote. I was delirious with happiness as we swapped my name with Danny’s on the final count. Finally, I was going to see one of the guys get their comeuppance.

Half an hour later, and everyone was in the car park, eagerly awaiting to find out the vote results. One of the secretaries read out the top three in reverse order. There were gasps of disappointment from the male section of the crowd as it was announced that I had come second. There was a bit of a fanfare before the winner was announced. I looked at Danny as his name was read out and saw his jaw drop in complete shock. I clapped enthusiastically as did a lot of the staff as he was cajoled to take his seat above the tank.

As Danny walked past me, I couldn’t resist ribbing him “I can’t think of a more deserving person to be dunked. I have heard that the gunge goes everywhere, and I do mean EVERYWHERE!” I pointed at his crotch area with my eyes as I giggled. He just smiled back at me.

Once seated above the dunk tank, Danny asked what seemed to be a very odd question, and asked what the gunge had been made out of. One of the secretaries pulled out a piece of paper that had come with the gunge order, and read through the contents list. When she said ‘corn flour’, Danny put his hands up in protest and declared that he was allergic to corn.

I immediately thought that this was some kind of ruse to get out of being dunked, and I wasn’t the only one, as a few people laughed at him, telling him that he was obviously making it up.

To my surprise, Danny held his right arm up, and tugged on a plastic bracelet he had around his wrist. One of the secretaries made her way up to the dunk tank seat and looked at the bracelet in more detail. She gulped as she confirmed that it stated he was indeed allergic to corn. My hopes at getting to see Danny dunked in the slop had been dashed. He stepped down from the chair and grinned widely at me.

Someone then shouted “Who’s going to be the dunkee then?”

Lots of conversations started until it was decided that the choice would have to default  to the second most voted for person on the list.

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Clik here to view.Lots of cheers erupted, mostly from the men, as I was asked to climb up to the seat on the tank. I was open-mouthed and flabbergasted at the dramatic turn of events, and I could not believe that it was going to be me yet again that was going to get messed up, this time in front of all my work colleagues.

The plastic seat was cold against my skirt-clad bottom and my stockinged legs dangled over the edge, only a metre above the gunge below. Image may be NSFW.
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I was wearing one of my smartest work outfits as well! If I had known I was going to end up being the dunkee I would have at least worn something more appropriate like a t-shirt and cut-off shorts.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Danny waving to me. I gave him a stern stare as he wished me luck, and put his thumbs up. What a git, I thought. Andy and Brian were also insanely grinning at me. I just knew that they would be loving this and that they couldn’t wait to see me get dunked in the slop.

There were other comments made that it was very fitting that I was going to be the dunkee, as a forfeit for the lost file.

I cringed as the first ball was thrown and thankfully completely missed the target. The following 4 throws also missed, although one of them was very close. I let out a huge sigh of relief as the ball whizzed past, and kicked my legs playfully. I peered down to the gunge below and gulped as I knew it was only a matter of time until I would be wallowing around in it. It looked extremely thick and disgusting.

Then it happened. The next throw was a direct hit and there was a sudden and momentary silence as everyone waited to see what would happen. There was a loud clunk and I suddenly felt myself being propelled forward. It was a natural reaction to stretch my arms out, and I flew through the air in a spread-eagled fashion until I hit the surface. My world went dark as I delved beneath the gungey surface. I felt the mucky slop soaking into my outer clothing and into my underwear. It seemed really yucky as I frantically tried to find the floor of the tank with my stockinged feet. After a few seconds I managed to do that and I slowly stood up. I was greeted with loud cheers from my work colleagues as I stood upright in the tank with the gunge level coming up to my waist. I looked down on myself and saw that my blouse was completely soaked with gunge and I could feel the muck sloshing around in my bra. I put my hands through my previously clean blonde hair and felt the gungey hair strands through my fingers. I then wiped my eyes and face as best I could, and returned back to the seat which had already been put back into its original position.

I didn’t have long to contemplate being back on the seat as the next ball hit the bullseye and sent me sprawling into the gunge again to more cheers. After another coating of gunge I climbed back on to the seat.

I had to endure another hour on the dunk tank and I lost count of the times I was dunked but it was probably about 7 or 8. Each time I went into the tank, my clothes became even more saturated with gunge. I was lucky that it was such a sunny and hot day, as that was keeping the gunge fairly warm. I started to get used to my predicament and my dunkings, and the thought of some of my male colleagues getting turned on by seeing me get gungier and gungier made my exhibitionist side start to come out. I started to pose sexily and flaunted my body a little, each time I re-took my seat.

Finally, I was told that my first dunk tank experience had come to an end, and I was very grateful to be able to climb down from the seat and back onto the tarmac of the car park.

As I was trying to wipe the excess gunge off me, it was announced that it was ‘pillory time’. I stood still for a second as the announcement sank in. I had completely forgotten about what we were planning to do with Kelvin after getting him dunked. Hannah and Tina mouthed ‘sorry’ to me as they led me to the wooden structure and asked me to bend slightly forwards so I was able to place my head in the middle semi-circle and my hands in the smaller semi-circles either side. I gulped as the top of the structure was brought down to complete the three circles and locked me in place. With gunge still dripping off every part of my body, I felt a little like a prisoner. I was partially concerned about me being in a bent forward position which probably meant my skirt was riding up my legs, and my stocking tops and bare thighs were on view for all to see.

It was difficult to look forwards in the position that my head was, but if I craned my neck enough, it enabled me to just about see what was ahead of me. What I saw made me gulp as an orderly line had formed and Hannah and Tina were handing out custard pies. I cringed as I awaited the first pie and I only had a few seconds to wait as I felt custard, cream and flan splatter onto my face. While I gasped for air, I involuntarily tasted a bit of the custard. It was cold and I guessed that they had been in the fridge for some time. After a couple more pies to my face, the next few were splatted on top of my head and I felt the slow streams of custard and cream as they coated my hair, and dropped onto my face.

Then there was a long pause. I wondered whether it was all over. My eyes were filled with cream and custard so I was unable to see what was ahead of me. As it turned out, even if I was able to see, it wouldn’t have helped me to ascertain what was going to happen next. I felt someone fumbling with my skirt and they pulled it up until it was around my waist. Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.Although I couldn’t see, this obviously revealed my stocking tops, bare thighs and pale blue knickers, as I heard lots of gasps and wolf whistles. Then the pieings started up again. Except they weren’t really pieings, it was as if I was being spanked but with pies. The coldness of the cream soaked into my knickers and gave me a funny sensation as it reached my sensitive areas. With each pie spanking, I felt my butt cheeks wobble and more and more custard was streaming down my stockinged legs. Someone then mentioned that they had got the tub of cream cakes that I had brought in. I had to smile to myself at the fact that I was about to be pied with the very cakes that I had made and were originally intended for my boss. The first two were delivered as a cake sandwich to my head, followed by one on top of my head, and then the rest splatted against my bottom.

Hannah and Tina wiped my eyes so I could see, and wiped the cream from my ears. They unlocked the pillory and I was able to stand up. As Hannah and Tina were publicly thanking me for being such a good sport, I pulled my skirt down to its original position.

I smiled as everyone started to applaud me and although I was soaked with gunge and dripping with cream pies, I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed being the centre of attention. It was then I saw Kelvin in the background, and he was grinning directly at me. I thought to myself, what was he doing back, as he had said he was going to be with the important client all afternoon. I noticed he had something in his hand and he enthusiastically started to wave it at me. I looked closely and could make out that it was a file.

I put my hands on my hips and shook my head with a wry smile as I realised this had all been a set-up to get me in the dunk tank and the pillory. As I walked off to get cleaned up, Danny took a picture of me with his mobile phone and cheekily said “Yet another pic for the collection!”

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Scarlett, all cleaned up after her Game 3 gunging, was now back in the voiceover booth. She was ready to introduce the grand final as the main protagonists waited nervously backstage.

Voiceover: it’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Time to settle this Battle of the Decades and crown our Queen of the Gunge. Arielle won our final game and takes a two-one lead into the final. Now before we meet our two contenders to the throne, please welcome your host, the gorgeous Mollie King.

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Clik here to view.To the loudest cheer she’d heard so far this series, Mollie made her way onto the stage. She had her long blonde hair loose and flowing behind her, and a beautiful satin green gown which revealed plenty of flesh. She waved to the crowd as she took her mark in the centre of the stage.

“Hello, and welcome to the final instalment of Battle of the Decades, as we look to crown our Queen of the Gunge, and send the loser plunging into the Gunk Dunk. After three fiercely competitive rounds, Arielle Free holds a one point advantage over Holly Willoughby which she will take into the final”.

“So without further ado, please welcome back our two contenders”. The studio lights dimmed and dramatic music played, as Arielle and Holly entered from opposing sides of the stage.

Due to a legal issue with the makers of Get Your Own Back, the show’s producers had been advised that they could not use the traditional blue and yellow GYOB t-shirts, so Arielle paired a white top with a black leather skirt, while Holly paired an orange t-shirt with a blue denim-like skirt.

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“Welcome to the final ladies, how are we feeling?”

“I’m really excited”, said Arielle, “it’s great to have a lead, and I think that could be really important”.

“Well, I’m looking forward to this too”, said Holly, “whatever happens, we’ve had great fun doin this show”.

Mollie took both contestants by the hand and walked them forward to the front of stage. “Now before the main event, I’m going to put 60 seconds on the clock for you two to have a little debate about why you each think you are Queen of the Gunge. As Arielle has the advantage, we’ll start with her. Your time starts now”.

“Well, I’m definitely the queen of the gunge. I’ve been gunged more recently than Holly, so surely the title should be mine”.

“Well”, Holly responded, “I should definitely be queen of the gunge, I was getting gunged every week, she got gunged once in every four weeks, if that!”

“Ha, but we used better gunge!” Arielle argued.

“You’re not even doing it anymore, in fact, are you doing any TV? Face for the radio is it?” Holly teased.

“You’re just jealous because I’m the younger one here”.

A whistle sounded and Mollie stepped back in. “Well that got quite heated didn’t it? There’s only one way to settle this, are you ready to take on the Gunk Dunk?”

The crowd cheered as both ladies nodded. The action cut to a montage of Gunk Dunks past, and by the time the video had ended, both Holly and Arielle were perched precariously above a large vat of purple-grey gunge.

“Here we are then, the moment we’ve all been waiting for”. The crowd cheered wildly. “First we need to honour the results of our games and get you into you starting positions”.

“Holly, you won one game so that means Arielle moves up one notch”. The crowd oohed as Arielle’s seat was raised.

“And Arielle, you won two games so that means Holly starts from the second notch”. Again the audience oohed as Holly was raised higher above the gunge.

“Are we ready ladies? First we need some rules, so for the final time, it’s over to Scarlett”.

Voiceover: Both ladies have a buzzer attached to the side of their seat. Mollie will be asking questions to both players. If you think you know the answer, buzz in, get it right and we crank your opponent up, and get it wrong, and we crank you up. The first player to reach five notches will be travelling back down and into the Gunk. The other will be crowned Queen of the Gunge. Good luck!

Author’s Note – the person who gets cranked up each question has been determined by the toss of a coin.

“Ok”, said Mollie, “here come the first question. The first two are both on famous gungings”.

“Which member of Hear*Say was gunged for Comic Relief in March 2001?”

Holly buzzed in. “Was it Myleene Klass?”

“That’s correct, which means Arielle moves up, making the scores level at 2-2. The audience were vocal as Arielle’s seat climbed up.

“Second question on gunge. What colour was the first gunge used on Battle of the Decades?”

Holly buzzed again. “That was red, in the gunge tank”, she said confidently.

“That’s right”, said Mollie, as the viewers at home were reminded of Tina O’Brien’s trip to the gunge tank.

“So, we have to move Arielle up again, Holly now has the lead, what a turn around!”

Arielle was now looking a little more concerned, she was trying to look at what might await her, but it now seemed a long way away compared to where it was five minutes earlier.

“Right, let’s move on, we now have a question on sport, so to help us out, please welcome back Alex Scott”. Alex walked out wearing her full Arsenal kit and took a seat next to Mollie who was ready and waiting with the question.

“In which sport might competitors be awarded the claret jug?”

This time Arielle was fastest to the buzzer.”is it darts?” she asked with no great certainty.

“I’m afraid not”, said Mollie, “it’s golf, up you go”.

Arielle was cranked up once more and was now just one notch away from defeat.

“And I have my own claret jug here, are you ready Alex?”. Mollie picked a clear plastic jug up from under her podium, and emptied the thick dark red gunge that was inside onto Alex’s dark curly hair. Although only a relatively small amount, the thick substance coated her hair nicely and started to make its way down onto her football kit.

“Thanks Mollie!”, the ex-footballer groaned.

“Give it up for Alex”. Alex ran off stage waving. “Now back to more serious matters, Arielle, if you travel up just one more notch, you will reach the top, be plunged into the gunge, and Holly will be crowned the winner. You now need to win the next three points to avoid defeat”. The audience oohed.

The tension music in the background ramped up, as Mollie wiped some of the red gunge off her hand, and picked up her question cards.

“Ok, here is your next question,  in which city is Saturday Mash-Up filmed?”

Arielle was quick to buzz in and looked much more confident this time. “Salford”, she said firmly.

“Correct!”

The audience responded as Holly was elevated to the third notch. There was now a real air of tension in the studio.

“Ok ladies, next question, how many pies in the face have there been in this series to date?”

Both Arielle and Holly could be seen counting up how many pies they thought were used. The tension music continued to play, until the tension was broken with the sound of a buzzer.

“17” was the answer tentatively given.

“Would you care to explain your workings please?”

“Sure. There were three forfeits in Cakey Skate, plus you were hit with two – so that’s five”,

The working out continued.

“Then in the SATs, you were hit with two more and Jacqueline used four – that’s six”.

“Then finally you and Scarlett were pied twice each, plus one each for Pixie and Faye – that’s six again”.

“Five plus six plus another six equals 17”. Arielle completed her working out and sat back smugly.

However, this smugness was short lived as suddenly red lights started flashing all around and a series of klaxons blasted out loudly.

“I’m afraid the answer is 16. The question stated pies in the face, unfortunately one of Jacqueline’s was on her bum!”

Arielle’s heart sank, and she put her head in her hands.

“I think we all know what that means”, said Mollie, with a broad smile on her face. “Let’s get her up to the top”.

Arielle’s chair was raised to the top notch of the ladder and the audience went wild. Holly watched on with a huge smile on her face, lifting her arms in the air in celebration.

“So before we crown our queen, we must first deal with our loser. How are you feeling Arielle?”

“Well I escaped a custard dunking on So Beano but that stuff you’ve got down there looks far worse. It looks horrendous”.

“Well you’re about to find out. Arielle Free, you passed your SATs and you had the backing of a full team in our little mess-tery but I’m afraid none of that has been enough to save you from the Gunk Dunk. Queen Holly, do the honours and dunk her”.

The audience started to ooh in anticipation as Holly reached for the lever at the side of her seat. “I’ve got a great view of this. Enjoy Arielle!”

With those final words, Holly tugged the lever and as fireworks whooshed up, Arielle went plunging face down into the large vat of purple and grey Gunk. A few seconds later as she emerged from above the surface she was almost unrecognisable. Her white t-shirt was ruined and the gunge was coating every inch of her hair.

As she took a moment to catch her breath a large torrent of thick yellow gunge streamed from above and coated Arielle in another layer of gunge.

As she lifted her hands to wipe some of the fresh gunge away, she realised that this was almost impossible as there was no part of her that wasn’t gunged and she had no way to clean her hands. She eventually decided her best approach was to go back beneath the surface to remove the yellow slime. As she emerged again, she could barely notice any difference.

“Wow”, said Mollie “that was incredible wasn’t it!” The singer turned presenter was looking on in awe, so much so that the producers had to remind her in ther earpiece that she still had some presenting to do.

“While Holly makes her way down to be crowned our queen, let’s take a look at an action replay”.

The replay was shown on the screen and when the action cut back to the studio, Mollie and Holly were stood next to a red throne.

“Well Holly, how does it feel to finally be crowned queen of the gunge?”

“It feels great, Arielle has been a great opponent and this has been a lot of fun but I’m chuffed to be crowned the winner.”

“Well Holly, if you’d like to don your royal garment and take your seat please?”

Holly put on a velvet like red robe and sat down on the red throne.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to say before commencing with your royal duties?”

“Yes, just to say thank you to everyone who has been on my team through all these games and everyone watching at home who supported me”.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the queen of the gunge – Holly Willoughby! If you will please your majesty?” Mollie gestured to a velvet rope hanging down at the side of the throne.

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Clik here to view.Holly pulled the rope, upturning a bucket of traditional green slime which perfectly coated the newly crowned Queen.  Holly smiled and waved to the crowd as the gunge dropped down onto her coating her hair and falling down on to her new cloak.

“One more time for our queen ladies and gentlemen! A huge thank you to both challengers, all our guests and to Scarlett. I’ve been Mollie King – and this has been Battle of the Decades – Goodnight!”

The lights faded and eventually all three ladies were once again backstage. The studio audience took great delight in seeing a fully gunged Arielle being helped out of the tank – and seeing her ruined leather skirt, drenched in gunge.

Mollie was delighted with the way the show had gon,e if a little disappointed she hadn’t rounded it off with one final gunging, it has however given her some ideas…..

Author’s Note – the final part will be a bonus feature (a sort of aftermath if you will). Hope you all enjoyed this mini series and look out for more soon.

The lights are down and the ring is quiet. All of a sudden, there is a burst of golden light around the jumbotron and in big, bold, slimy letters, the name “VanillaXSlime” appears on the screen. Through a thick fog of dry ice and accompanied by the Arch Enemy instrumental “Hybrids of Steel”, I step down the ramp and into the ring. I grab a microphone and address the crowd…

Hello again, TellyGunge universe.

For the most part, it’s been radio silence from me, huh? Last time I showed up, I nominated the runner-up for 2019’s Goolitzer Prize, and I’m not even sure when I posted before that! Well, let’s not worry about that and instead roll even further back. Let’s say, half a year or so?

Back in June, I did something I swore in 2012 that I would never do again. I went to Download! On a whim, I watched some of the NXT UK shows there. In fact, I kind of watched a lot of NXT UK! Since then, I’ve kinda grown more and more interested in wrestling as a whole – mostly WWE and AEW, mind, but still…

I also ran the last Gunge Grand Prix, and I ran a prediction contest in that with a prize of a custom Suzi’s Slop Drop story on the line. Except, the winner never actually claimed that prize! So I figure, if I’m going to write something for the first time in months, why not offer that again?

Chances are, you can probably already see where this is going. The Royal Rumble is coming up soon, I’ve started getting into WWE, I’ve got a lot more free time at the moment than I thought I would, why not run a prediction competion? All you have to do is tell me who you think is going to win in the Women’s Royal Rumble in the comments.

Just be sure that I can contact you if you win, either via the email address associated with your WordPress account, via UMD’s inbox, via Twitter, or via Discord. My username on UMD and Twitter is the same as here (VanillaXSlime) and is VanillaXSlime#7169 on Discord.

Finally, if nobody wins, I guess I’ll just have to pick some people and a device myself?

Vicky was standing in front of the TV cameras once again as she welcomed the viewers back “Hello, thank you for joining myself and Maya once again as we now move into the semi-finals.

We welcome back all six of our contestants who qualified from the previous round where they will compete at the same time to try and reach our Grand Final.

How do they qualify? I hear you wondering.

Well all they have to do is pick up some slop from our large vat over here and then carry it over to that vat with their name on it next to our three gungetanks, once the vat is full up it will move above the nearest gungetank and release on the occupant.

When they trash the occupant with their slop they qualify for the Final.” Vicky explained.

Maya then interjected “Although it’s not actually as simple as it sounds is it Vicky?”

Vicky responded in a well-rehearsed way “Absolutely correct Maya, we wouldn’t want o make it too boring for our contestants so we have a few things to make it more challenging.

For starters our contestants will take a ride on the spinner where they will be strapped in until they are all dizzy.

After this when they pick the slop out with their bucket, they will have to carry the bucket on their head, if they lower it before they reach the vat at the end, they will be forced to pour the slop away and start again.

And also, they will have to walk up our slimey stairs and then slid down the other side and hop over a muddy gap before climbing our small stile to reach their vat.” Vicky grinned as she finished listing off the challenges that faced the six girls.

Maya then added “and with all six girls competing at the same time it’s going to be absolute carnage” gleefully smiling at the thought of watching the contestants take the course.

Vicky then moved on bringing the attention of the cameramen to the three tanks which currently sat empty.

“I think it is time we meet our three willing participants who have all agreed to sit inside the tanks and be covered in the slop when someone qualifies for the Final”

Maya then announced the first guest as “Michelle Jenneke, she actually volunteered to be a contestant on the show, but the producers said she’d be too good.

However, when they offered her the chance to come along and take part in some way she couldn’t resist. I’m also told she attempted the course after the filming for the last round and comfortably provided the producers correct as she smashed the time set by Jenna.”

Michelle literally bounded out onto the stage area to join Maya wearing a small bright pink bikini she hugged the co-host and spoke enthusiastically about coming on the show saying she’d caught up with the first round and thought it was hilarious. Stating she was looking forward to having a front row seat as she winked to the camera.

After this Vicky led her over to the first tank and she sat herself down on the seat, trapped in the perspex box awaiting her fate.

“Our second guest is a name you will all be familiar with, she has recently finished staring in one of the biggest Sci-Fi film franchises, it is of course Daisy Ridley!” Maya announced as the 27-year-old actress walked out showing her toned body in a surprisingly small bikini.

“Thank you for coming on the show as a guest Daisy, what made you agree to do it?” Maya questioned.

“Well primarily because its all for charity and so I wanted to do my bit, but also one of my fans suggested it and I thought they’d all get a kick out of me being a bit gunged.

Oh, and finally my agent thought it might be a good idea to turn some of the opinion about me because of the mixed reaction to Rey and win over some of the fans out there by just being myself”

After this Daisy was led to the to second tank by Vicky and secured inside sitting down whilst she had clearly volunteered it was fair to say she was not as enthusiastic about the event when compared to the athlete in the tank next to her.

Vicky now stood next to Maya and started to speak to the camera “Our final guest is someone everyone on our show is very familiar with, and not only that but a regular messy victim.

It is of course our main loser from the first round, Natalie Sawyer.” Vicky announced menacingly clearly enjoying herself.

A rather fed up looking Natalie walked out and stood in between Vicky and Maya, she was wearing a bright yellow fluffy dressing gown. “I cannot believe I have to get messy yet again, I know you set me up Vicky I’ll get my own back at you.” She glared at Vicky as she said this although the tone of her voice suggested she wasn’t as angry as she appeared.

“Now you also have a bonus forfeit for losing the first round please remove your rather fetching dressing gown and hand it over” Natalie rolled her eyes before slowly undoing the dressing gown and letting it slide off her shoulders before handing it to Vicky.

She stood on camera once more completely naked, her large breasts on show to nation for the umpteenth time as she was made to twirl on the spot and show off her curvy but very sexy body to the audience back home.

To make matters worse for her both Vicky and Maya took the opportunity to cheekily grope the naked Natalie, with Maya giving her a bit of a spanking as Vicky teased her nipples, after this Vicky walked over to the mud pit and dumped Natalie’s dressing gown into the mud instantly ruining it.

Natalie hadn’t expected that to happen especially as she knew Vicky was aware that it was her own dressing gown as she, Vicky and Sarah-Jane had all bought them at the same time together.

Natalie who had long since given up trying to keep her modesty on TV followed Vicky over to the final empty tank and sat down inside it pretending to make faces towards the camera in contrast to her other guests with Daisy trying to be brave and Michelle barely able to keep a straight face.

Vicky then moved towards the start of the course living Maya to oversee the finishing area where the 3 waiting guests sat knowing they would be not leaving clean.

“Now that we have met our guests it is time, we move onto the main event please welcome our six contestants once again, they are strapped into the spinner and are waiting for the game to begin”

The camera panned to show Jenna Coleman, Kate Mason, Pixie Lott, Keeley Hazell, Georgia Steel and Sammy Winward sat belted into their chairs secured to the spinner facing outwards.

A countdown boomed over a loudspeaker and on 0 the spinner started to rotate faster and faster this lasted for a couple of minutes before it started to slow down and then finally stop, at this the belts were automatically unlocked freeing the six contestants to move as they wished.

Jenna was the first to stand up, despite have a little wobble as she tried to walk, she quickly got the hang of her balance and moved towards her coloured bucket, picking it up and scooping as much of the mixed slop from the previous course into her bucket.

After this she lifted it above her head and headed towards the slimey steps, meanwhile Kate Mason and Sammy had also freed themselves from the seat and were now scooping stuff into their buckets too.

As Jenna gingerly made her way up the slimey steps she slipped a little and some of the slop sploshed down her front and onto her burgundy micro bikini clad body, she tried to ignore it as she slid down the other side of the ramp.

Meanwhile Pixie and Keeley had also freed themselves from the seats and were scooping up some slop of their own, Kate became the first person to slip on the slimey stairs as she lost her footing trying to keep up with Sammy.

The 32 year sports presenter fell down onto her face getting a coating of slime as she did so before the ignominy of having the slop from her own bucket splash down onto her head, she swore before standing up and wiping herself down, she headed back over to the starting area to scoop up some more mess.

At the same time Jenna poured her slop into her named vat next to the finishing area filling it up nicely with about ¾ of her bucket surviving the trip, Natalie looked on with disgust as the murky coloured slop plopped into the container.

Sammy soon followed suit as she poured her mess into the container followed closely by Pixie and Keeley who had caught up with her after a slip crossing the stile had seen Sammy spill some of the mess on the floor.

As the three contestants chasing Jenna made their way along the flat path round the side to the starting area Kate had recovered and was now climbing over the stile, she slipped a little and poured some more mess over her.

Despite this she refocused to head towards her container and poured the remaining contents of the bucket into her one pleased to have at least got off the mark, meanwhile Georgia was having a nightmare she had taken an age to feel confident to stand up after the spinner.

To make matter worse she had fallen over twice on the slimey steps and now at the third attempt had made it over unfortunately for her she slid off the end and plopped down into the mud below. Her bucket upturned and she was left flailing around in the mud having to crawl back to the start once again, as Jenna skilfully navigated the slime steps once more.

Jenna confidently hopped over the muddy hole only losing a little of the messy bucket from above her head as she did so and made her way along the path, she was being cheered on by Michelle in the tank who was clearly enjoying herself.

As her lead increased the battle for second in the running, albeit unclear how much slop was being transferred each time was intensifying Pixie lost her footing on the last step and as a result of her slipping down she wiped out Sammy and Keeley as well for a sexy trio of slimey bikini girls.

This allowed Kate to catch up and the four of them almost worked together as they deposited their next load of slop into the vats as Jenna was able to lap the hapless Georgia who slid down the slope on her face losing her bucket of slop once again.

The battle for second became more important after a few more slimey trips from the contestants as Jenna poured her latest bucket into her container and a klaxon sounded signifying that her container had filled up.

Maya called Jenna over and the bikini clad slimey actress made her way happily towards the radio DJ. “Congratulations on becoming the first qualifier for the final, now lets stand her and enjoy the trashing of our first guest” Maya said cheerily.

The container was lifted up above a tank and the mechanism tipped it sideways allowing the mix of slop to flow out and into the tank above one of the guests head, Michelle who was grinning wildly looked up at precisely the right moment.

The chamber opened and a deluge of thick lumpy gunge, slime and savoury slop cascaded down over her face and it continued to pour even after she was forced to move her head away from the stream in order to breath.

Michelle was overwhelmed she flicked her legs and arms around as the cold substance soaked into her skin, the smell of the substances which had quickly pooled around her ankles was overwhelmingly disgusting and yet despite all of this Michelle was loving it.

She was the centre of everyone’s attention and couldn’t help but feel aroused as the flow of slop finally died down leaving her a murky grey colour her pink bikini was never going to be the same again but for Michelle, she wouldn’t have minded it if had been ripped off.

As it was, she made do with pulling out the front of her bikini bottoms to ensure she could pretend to scoop some of the mess out of her privates but not so subtly she started to touch herself.

Meanwhile as this was going on the battle for second place behind Jenna had become stretched as Keeley had not only moved into the lead on the course but her container held comfortably more mess than the ones she had been battling with.

This meant that the third and final qualifying spot was between Kate Mason, Sammy Winward and Pixie Lott who were all at different places on the course but Vicky pointed out it wasn’t clear who had been pouring the most amount of mess per bucket into their container.

After a couple more trips around the course where Keeley in her white bikini almost fell as she slipped and sploshed more sloppy mess down her face, she finally emptied enough into her container to set off the second klaxon.

As she headed over to join Maya and Jenna who both congratulated her, the vat of her slop moved into position above Daisy who was now looking even more nervous at watching what had occurred to Michelle she sat staring out in front not daring to look above her.

It wasn’t look before the hatch above her head opened and Daisy screamed out as the disgusting slop poured over her head.

She attempted to move it out of the way but it was no good the tank was designed in a way to ensure the splashing substances would go everywhere with the aim of 100% coverage, and as a result of this Daisy was helpless as the thick gloopy stuff dropped onto her she could feel it sliding down the front of her cleavage.

Bits of egg and beans made their way inside her bikini top as the weight of the sludge slowly started to pull down the thin material and before Daisy realised, she was showing her left breast as she was still preoccupied with the mess continuing to pour down on her.

As the downpour finally came to a stop Daisy was completely humiliated as the mixed slop stuck to her body leaving no trace of her usually beautiful clean skin as she sat in the tank smelling horrific, she tried to think of positive things as she suddenly swore realising her boob was out and tried to rearrange her bikini top.

Unfortunately, the bikini was ruined and so there was little she could do with it other than to try and hold it in place so she could cover herself properly and so she sat with one arm across her breasts in order to try and limit the damage.

After using her other one to wipe her eyes so she could try and watch the rest of the contestants fight for 3^rd place, whereby Kate and Sammy had turned it into a two-horse race thanks to various slips from Pixie Lott.

The latest tumble had seen her take out the frustrated Georgia and sent them both into the mud pit for a double dunking, Georgia turned her frustration on the formerly blonde singer and launched an attack with the two losing vital time as they squabble in the mud.

With Pixie being initially taken by surprise at the attack she found herself being dunked head first into the mud and held under by Georgia as she flailed and kicked trying to get free, eventually the younger brunette relaxed and Pixie squirmed free.

She grabbed hold of Georgia and two sexy girls flopped around in the mud squirming all over each other before Pixie finally got the upper hand, she decided to teach the young reality TV star a lesson as she ripped off Georgia bikini top and to the mud covered brunettes surprise at having her pert breasts exposed she found herself completely naked.

Pixie had destroyed what was left of Georgia’s bikini bottoms and then started to dunk the naked Georgia head first into the mud until she screamed out her apology, the cameras focused on the naked and humiliated Georgia as she attempted to complete the course.

Pixie knew she had no chance of qualifying anymore as she slid down the ramp and hopped over the mud jump successfully as the third place spot was decided when Kate tripped over the final stile and lost the entire contents of her bucket with it splashing back all over her face as she lay on her back.

Sammy was able to nip past the now flat on her back Kate and empty enough mess from her bucket to set off the third and final klaxon Sammy skipped over carefully to join Maya and her fellow Final qualifiers as Georgia and Pixie joined Kate by lying down on their backs defeated and covered in mud and sloppy savoury mess.

 As Sammy celebrated Natalie sat in her tank as everyone stared at her naked body, she could hear the machine manoeuvring the container above her tank and the slop being poured into the vat above her head.

No matter how many times she had got messy over the recent years there was no doubt the worst part about it for her was not the feeling or being naked it was the knowing evitability of sitting in a tank just waiting to be trashed.

Fortunately, this time for Natalie the wait wasn’t too painful as the hatch above her opened up and she felt the thick lumpy slop rain down on her head, years of experience told her to lift her head and allow the disgusting slop to cover her face.

As she did this several egg yolks and porridge lumps hit her in the face she tried to keep her mouth shut as the mess continued to flow down over her face her naked body offering no protection as the muck covered her large breasts and quickly made it’s way down towards her exposed pussy.

Natalie could do nothing as the slop surrounded her and some beans nestled against her privates on the chair, as the mess continued to waterfall down onto her head she was forced forwards by the force which enabled the mess to have free range to cover her back and bum.

Eventually after what felt like an hour to Natalie the flow of sloppy mess slowed down and she was able to try and breath once more, attempting to wipe her eyes as the mess seeped away through the grate on the floor.

“Well what an exciting round that was, we now have our three finalists so congratulations to Jenna Coleman, Keeley Hazell and finally Sammy Winward for surviving our slippery round and for trashing our guests.

Now for the next round our three finalists are going to be paired up with a partner to see who will win the gameshow and ensure that they and their partner will avoid the final messy fate along with winning the charity donation.

Jenna Coleman will be paired up with our very own Natalie Sawyer” Vicky laughed as she said this to the naked and messy Natalie’s dismay.

“Keeley Hazell will be teaming up with one of our other guests tonight thank you Daisy Ridley” Daisy had been still trying to wipe off the mess and looked over as she heard her name called out, not realising she had signed up to be part of the final round as well she hoped she would win to avoid getting messy once more.

And finally, Vicky continued “As we cannot have Michelle competing due to her sporting pedigree instead of our third guest, we thought it would be only fair for the loser of this round takes part as well just like Natalie did as the loser of the first round.

However, because of the fight with Pixie we instead we have another reality TV star lined up and so Amy Childs will be joining our third finalist Sammy Winward”

Remember viewers two of these pairs will be getting very messy whilst one will be going home with some sense of satisfaction of avoiding the mess and of course each pair of the winner will get to send our losing finalists into the pit.

Maya and Vicky walked together as they briefly discussed their favourite moments from the round as a montage of some of the funny slips from the six contestants was shown as they all took tumbles going over the slippery steps especially.

It then showed the mud wrestling between Georgia and Pixie highlighting the bit when Georgia was stripped naked, and then finally the three massive savoury slopping’s that Michelle, Daisy and Natalie received in their tanks.

Vote for the winning team, the losers will face a messy forfeit.

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.

Authors Note: A quick and dirty story for the weekend!

In a studio in central London, the latest football preview podcast is being recorded….

“Welcome to another football preview podcast. I am your host Bianca Westwood, and with me today are fellow sports presenters Gabby Logan and Natalie Pinkham.”

The two guests say hello and exchange pleasantries with brunette presenter. All three are dressed casually in t-shirts, jumpers and jeans. As part of the podcast, they have to preview all of the Premier League games to be played over the weekend.

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After discussing all the matches apart from one, they move on to the Saturday teatime TV match featuring Newcastle United at home to Chelsea, which turns out to be rather special for both Gabby and Natalie.

Being a staunch Newcastle fan, the 46 year old Gabby explains that she started to support them from her time at Durham University and has followed them ever since. She states a win for her favourite team would help them pull further away from the relegation scrap.

Natalie on the other hand, got her big break when she landed her first ever sports presenting job at Chelsea TV, before she made Formula One presenting her specialism. A win for Chelsea the 41 year old says, would help them maintain their fourth position and keep alive their prospects of Champions League football next season.

After some friendly banter between Gabby and Natalie about the match, both ladies obviously predicted that their respective teams would win.

At the end of the show, Bianca makes a special announcement that the podcast has a brand new charity partner and will be helping them raise funds. She is handed a velvet pouch from the producer which contains a number of ‘challenges’ for her. He explains the idea that there will be a dedicated TV show to air the challenge, and that during the show there will be a telephone hotline for the viewers to call and donate money for the charity. The producer further explains to Bianca that she has to put her hand into the pouch and pick a challenge at random.

With a smile, the presenter dips her hand in, and pulls out one of the envelopes. Opening it, and unfurling the piece of paper she finds inside, she starts to read:-

“Your challenge this week is to present a CSWL show featuring Newcastle and Chelsea”

Bianca looks to the heavens with a wry smile as she knows only too well what happens to CSWL presenters. Gabby and Natalie put their hands to their mouths and giggle at their colleagues expense, and start teasing her about how messy she will get. Their grins soon vanish when Bianca reads out the next sentence on the paper.

“To help you with this challenge, Gabby will represent her beloved Newcastle while Natalie will be Chelsea’s celebrity supporter.”

Bianca carries on and reads out the rules of the show, much to the astonishment of both Gabby and Natalie.

“For one goal conceded, it’s a custard pieing. For two goals, you will also be going in our gunge tank. If your team lets in three goals, then you can add a trip to the dunk tank and you will be doing your forfeits in your underwear. If your team has a really bad night and concedes 4 goals or more, then you will also have an extra special messing and you will have to do all forfeits naked”

Despite the protests from Gabby and Natalie, Bianca continues…

“There will also be spins of the forfeit wheel for bookings, red cards and any penalties missed!”

”As a bonus feature, we will be asking viewers to predict the time of the first goal to be scored in the match and to nominate a lady celebrity of their choosing. The winning viewer will see their nominated lady feature on the show.”

Bianca concludes the podcast “We’ve run out of time, so all that is left for me to say is make sure you tune in on Sunday to watch the CSWL show!”

Authors Note: If you want to take part, put your predicted time and nominated lady in comments below. Entries will close at 17:30 (BST) Saturday which is the start time of the match

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 – thought this was fun to write and hopefully makes for a nice little read too. The idea being that it sets up some future stories, certainly involving Lucy, Pamela and Jacqueline. Stick with it for a little treat a the end!

Voiceover: Hi, I’m Scarlett Moffatt, and welcome to Battle of the Decades – What They Did Next, an exclusive behind the scenes look at what happened after the cameras stopped rolling.

Part One – Cakey Skate

After the teams had left the stage and all gone back to their dressing rooms,  there was a lot of cleaning up to do. About 45 minutes later, the cast met in the green room where they had sandwiches.

Mollie joined Arielle and Holly, all of whom were now dressed ready for the next part of the contest. They discussed how the first part of the show went, and Holly shared some of her favourite memories from Cakey Skate and her time on MoM.

Tina and Lucy couldn’t stay long as they were catching the train back to Manchester. Lucy was asking Tina what her gunging felt like, but throughout all of the conversation all Tina could think about was getting her revenge.

In a piece to camera, to be added to the show’s YouTube channel, Tina said:

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Clik here to view.“Well, I certainly didn’t come here expecting to be gunged today.. it’s a surreal experience to be honest, There was so much of it! I still can’t believe it happened. Not sure I’d call it fun, but a story to tell I guess. As far Lucy, I’ll make sure she gets her comeuppance”.

Meanwhile, Mollie had moved the conversation on and was asking what it was like being gunged. “You’re bound to find out as some point in the series!” Holly teased. It was then Mollie’s turn to do a piece to camera.

“So, as you can see we’re all ready for Part 2. All the guests on Cakey Skate were great and Tina was a real sport. Hearing all these stories about being gunged, kinda makes me wish it was me. I’m sure I’ll get chance in a later game. Who knows!”

Part Two – SATs

There were fewer people to clear off stage this time but those that were on stage were particularly messy. Especially Holly. Before she went to clean up, she filmed a piece for online.

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Clik here to view.“Urgh! Well of all the times I’ve been gunged, I have to say that was one of the most gross. I think those mushy peas must have been well out of date! Ah well, guess this is what I have to do if I want to be queen! Anyway, I’d best go and get cleaned up for the next game!”  Holly blew a kiss and flicked some gunge at the camera before walking off.

The video then moved on to the post show green room where the four stars were all chatting.

“I can’t believe I had to sit on that last cake! The ones I put in my face were bad enough”, Jacqueline laughed.

“You did great”, said Mollie. The others nodded.

“Thanks. I think I’d quite like to get messy again though”, said Jacqueline nervously.

“I know right, looks quite fun doesn’t it?” agreed Mollie.

“Yeah, until you come to clean up afterwards”, Holly reminded them.

The conversation continued and Mollie and Jacqueline were seen swapping numbers. A producer walked in to call for Mollie to prepare for round 3.

Part Three – It’s a Mess-tery

The full ensemble were seen leaving the stage and the backstage footage showed them traipsing through the corridor. Producer Mel did a piece to camera.

“Everyone’s really pleased with how that went. No-one has done a WAM show like that before and it seemed to be a success. The additional element of a studio audience member really added to the show, though I wouldn’t have wanted to have been in Pamela’s shoes”.

A short montage of Pamela’s gungings had been put together and was used to link into her piece to camera.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that! Oh my God- talk about gross. I think there is still blue slime in my ears now. Just wait til I see Nicola! There ain’t enough gunge in the world for what I want to do to her right now. I’m just glad they’ve provided me with a change of clothes.”

The green room was much busier this time round with 10 stars all having coffee and cake. A conversation between Alex and Jules attracted the attention of those producing the online content.

“So you actually enjoyed pouring all that gunge on me?”

“Yeah, not because it was you Jules, it’s just something I’ve always wanted to do!”

“You’re weird! What about getting gunged? Is that a dream too?”

“I’m not so sure about that, it does look pretty fun though”.

“Are you kidding me, it was disgusting!” The pair giggled.

The final piece to camera for this backstage extra was done by Arielle.

“I’m in the lead….I’m in the lead”, she sang, “looking forward to the final now when hopefully I’m crowned queen. I’ve seen what’s been put in that Gunk Dunk and I don’t want to end up in there!”

The finalists were called to get ready and the clip ended.

Part Four – The Gunk Dunk

The final backstage exclusive started with a celebratory, if slightly gunged Holly doin a piece to camera.

“Well, let’s face it, there was only ever going to be one queen of the gunge around here wasn’t there? Though I was hoping it would mean I’d stay clean this time. Still at least I didn’t have to face what Arielle did. Poor her!”  Arielle walked past just at this moment, and the pair embraced, both covering each other in some of the gunge they were still coated in.

The video cut into a montage of the best gungings from the show, including a selection of pies, cakes, buckets and all, before finishing with Queen Hill’s crowning slime. When the highlights package finished, the lights came back up in a now empty studio.

Mollie walked out, still wearing her satin green gown from the final. She address the sole camera that remained.

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Clik here to view.“So that’s it guys. Battle of the Decades done! Holly was crowned queen and Arielle faced an almighty dunking. I wonder if there will be a rematch – or maybe a new contender to the throne will emerge now were in a new decade?”

Mollie looked round, and the camera followed. “A little bit careless to leave that gunge tank full”, she said, as she winked at the camera. “It would be a shame to let it go to waste”. She beckoned the camera man forward and took her seat in the gunge tank.

With nobody else around, she did her own countdown, “3…..2……1…..”. A torrent of thick pink gunge came gushing out, and Mollie temporarily disappeared beneath the flow of gunge. As it eased she re-emerged thoroughly coated in the thick pink goo – her dress well and truly ruined.

She found the camera, smiled, and said “you never know, the next queen might be me”. She blew a kiss and the lights faded.

Chloe awoke the next day and after putting on her yellow thong and bra she pulled on her usual cheerleader outfit, however with the thought of her trip to the café in the evening was on her mind and she picked out some old skinny jeans and a tight top to wear later.

She spent the late morning and early afternoon with her two closest friends on the cheer team as they went out for lunch before going shopping and spending a lot of money on her credit card, something that had become a regular pattern for a Saturday.

Something her parents were not happy about, as they regularly told her off for wasting money always threatening to cut her off, Chloe however wasn’t fazed by their ideal threats as she knew they wouldn’t do anything and as a result took full advantage of it.

There had been only one thing she had wanted but knew her parents wouldn’t have allowed and would have removed, that was to get one of her nipples pierced after turning 18, she’d paid for that using her friends card and then paid her back in clothes to hide it from her family.

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By late afternoon she left her friends and headed home, driving her little Mini Cooper up the long driveway and parking it out front on the compacted gravel path, she hopped out of the car and after grabbing her bags headed into the house.

Looking at her phone she realised she still had 3 hours to go until she needed to be at the café, having declined meeting her friends for the evening and making an excuse of not feeling well she knew she couldn’t message them. Chloe decided to set about lounging by the pool, and after putting her alarm on she put her headphones on and relaxed trying to block out the idea of cleaning the café.

The next couple of hours passed by relatively quickly, her mum and sister came by after they got home from her practice session but Chloe barely payed much attention to them as her mum gave her a disapproving look for snacking on some chocolate she’d bought earlier.

After putting on her jeans and top she headed the short distance into town and parked her car, making her way towards the café as she arrived, she was pleased to see it looked fairly empty with only a handful of customers still sitting at booths. She entered through the door and spotted April and her mum standing behind the counter and made her way over to them.

“You’re late, I didn’t think you would actually turn up” April said dismissively as she looked up at Chloe.

“I’m a busy person I’ve got lots of important things I have to do every day, anyway I am here now so where do you want me to start cleaning first?” she asked in a disinterested monotone voice that conveyed her opinion on being at the café.

Chloe was surprised when April’s mum Mary spoke up “Cleaning?

Who said anything about cleaning, although you can always help clean up after if you want” she said with a smile that left Chloe feeling uneasy about the situation.

“No, I don’t want you to clean up. It’s already fairly clean because that’s what we have to do every day whilst you are out doing ‘important things’ she expanded Chloe’s unease continued to grow.

Chloe was shocked and confused when she heard what they wanted her to do, she screwed up her face in disgust calling them weird as she turned and headed for the exit.

“if you walk out that door, don’t even think about ever coming back, you and your cheerleading friends will remain banned for life” Mary sternly told Chloe.

Chloe stopped in her tracks, it felt like what she imagined it would be to be a little girl being told off by her parent or something. Certainly not something she felt when she was with her own parents, she turned around knowing she had no choice.

The cheerleaders would disapprove of her bailing on them after all it was her fault, they were banned in the first place. She was worried about losing face in front of her teammates, especially the ones who looked up to her which included her sister.

This meant she was left with little choice, she would have to do exactly what the weird people said, and allow them to pour all of the leftovers from the day all over her head. She shivered a little as thought about it, and how she had completely lost control of the situation.

“Good, I am glad you seem to have come to your senses” Mary said before adding “Don’t you worry about ruining those lovely jeans and top, I’ve got just the outfit for you to wear” as she headed off into what Chloe assumed was the staff room to get some spare clothes.

Chloe never expected Mary to return with the outfit she did, a very short blue and white sailor outfit which Chloe presumed had been acquired from a fancy dress shop, she started to declare that she wouldn’t wear it but was quickly put in her place by both Mary and April who was clearly loving how the evening was playing out.

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Reluctantly Chloe grabbed the sailor costume from Mary and headed to the toilets, she was furious with herself as she stripped out of her jeans and top, and shimmying her way into the sailor outfit.

She stood still and looked at herself in the mirror and could barely believe she was wearing something so short and not for a party or night out, the skirt barely covered any of her leg, as she walked out back into the café seating area a stool had been placed in the middle with all the tables around it moved away.

Correctly she predicted this was for her, and so once more she reluctantly allowed Mary to manoeuvre her and sat down on the seat, ensuring to cross her legs so that the few people left in the café did not get a view up her skirt at her skimpy thong.

Once she was in position Chloe was unable to see behind her as a large amount of food items where brought out by Mary and April from the kitchen area and placed on the counter, Mary picked out a large lemon meringue pie from under the counter and brought it in front of Chloe.

“Are you ready to earn the right for the other cheerleaders to return?” she asked menacingly holding the cake close to Chloe’s face.

As soon as Chloe offered her confirmation the large pie was brought up and smashed into the platinum blondes face, the pie exploded into Chloe’s face and her world went dark as she felt the lemon meringue cover her.

The pie hit was such force that it knocked off the white sailor hat and sent it tumbling to the floor by her feet.

The sensation of the pie was strange, whilst not as horrible as she first imagined it would be it definitely felt weird. Mary was then handed two chocolate pies by her daughter and brought them up to Chloe from either side encasing her further in pie. She looked like a bourbon/custard cream sandwich due to the colours she now wore.

The pie onslaught continued with April soon joining in and smashing another lemon one into Chloe’s head this time from above to ensure she coated her hair, after this Mary used another couple to quickfire pie Chloe in the face.

The cheerleader was in shock was the food kept being hit into her face, she could taste all kind of flavours with the lemon and chocolate having been joined by key lime, strawberry and banana all joining the mixture that was coating her.

Unbeknownst to her she was still fairly clean lower than her breasts with the exception of her lap which is where a lot of the pie innards had fallen to after dripping off her face, the mixture had all clomped together to become some congealed mess which clung to her sailor outfit.

Once Chloe felt the rough impact of the pies conclude and Mary helped to wipe her eyes clear she assumed she was finished and began to stand up when she was interrupted by both O’Neil’s asking where she was heading, however as she had stood up, they suggested she turn around.

She did so slowly and unsure why they had asked her to do it, however the mystery didn’t last long as she felt two more pies being thrown and then rubbed into the back of her skirt which lifted up a little as April ensured she coated Chloe’s arse cheeks in chocolate cream.

Chloe was then instructed to sit back down on the sit and as she did so she didn’t see them sneak a pie onto the chair which resulted in her sit slap back down on it more forcefully than she would have done if she’d known about it. The cream oozed out of the pie and quickly found its way up and around her skimpy thong some even finding its way inside and encroaching on her private area.

They explained to her that she still had more to face if she wanted the cheerleaders to be allowed back in and a resigned Chloe just sighed as she sat looking straight ahead hopelessly. April stood behind her with a large tub of ice cream which had been deliberately left out of the freezer for a while.

She slowly started to upturn the strawberry ice cream which was by now a pale pink liquid, the melted ice cream quickly flowed down and cascaded onto the top of Chloe’s head she shrieked and squealed as the ice-cold liquid soaked through the pie coating.

It flowed down off her face as April moved forwards and targeted Chloe’s cleavage ensuring that the last bit of the tub flowed directly down her sailor outfit, and Chloe swore out loud multiple times as the cold substance left her nipples erect and moved down mixing with the sloppy pie mess on her lap.

Things got worse for Chloe next when Mary picked up a large container and moved it closer to Chloe, the container was too heavy to lift properly so she and April grabbed some plastic jugs and started to scoop up and then pour the mixed sloppy mess from the container.

Chloe had no way of knowing what it was in the container all she could think about was the disgusting lumpy texture and horrific smell as she was engulfed by the slop, Mary on the other hand had purposely bought some supplies in the morning and knew exactly what was inside.

Porridge, baked beans, mustard, ketchup, gravy and several soups along with spaghetti made up the bulk which had turned a rather colourful orangey red colour after being left to ferment during the afternoon.

Chloe tried her hardest to not gag as the sloppy mix was poured over her from every angle as the two women used their jugs to funnel the muck exactly where they wanted with April focusing on Chloe’s front ensuring her cleavage took a lot of the mess along with her legs.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as she sat covered in the mess, she could feel it going all over her body no doubt ruining her underwear as she remained frozen on the spot as more and more savoury slop was dumped all over her.

Mary on the other hand ensure that the lumpy mess was rubbed into Chloe’s blonde hair and also down her back as Chloe could feel the chunks sticking to her bare skin all down her back and against her thong, with each uncomfortable wriggle she did making things worse by moving it around against her body.

Eventually after what felt like hours for Chloe, she heard Mary say that they had run out of food to use on her in what sounded like a disappointed voice. Chloe was handed a small cloth and immediately wiped her eyes and then face enough so she could see and speak properly.

“Fuck me that was absolutely horrific, you had better let us cheerleaders come back and you dare not tell them the reason they are allowed back in” She said attempting to recover some element of control.

April grinned “I’ll be honest bitch, I never thought you’d go through with it so I’m more than happy for you to come back again because every time I have to serve you in the future, I’ll have this glorious memory to rekindle”.

Mary considered and then nodded “Yeah, you have earned the right for the other cheerleaders to have their bans overturned”

Chloe was confused “What do you mean by that?

The ‘other’ cheerleaders?

You don’t fucking think you aren’t going to keep me banned after I went through this!

You promised” she whined.

Mary remained composed and simply waited for the sodden cheerleader to finish speaking and then watched as she stood up and the mess fell off her lap and out of the bottom of the dress hitting the floor with a very loud splat.

“I’ll allow you to come back in on one condition you take up the role of part-time waitress, because that way you’ll truly learn your lesson after taking a turn in my daughters shoes.”

Chloe and April looked equally annoyed by this offer, both looking at each other first before turning to Mary to complain.

“We don’t need any new waitresses, especially not someone like her” April protested the pleasure of seeing Chloe trashed diminishing as she spoke.

Chloe was ignored as Mary responded to her daughter. “I know you have been amazing at picking up some of the slack since Sascha left but you need to also keep focusing on studying.”

Meanwhile the trashed cheerleader stood still, continuing to drip mess on the floor she stammered some excuses trying to think a way out of the hole she now stood in.

She’d never had to work before it wasn’t something her parents had ever told her to do and thanks to the credit card, she hadn’t needed to do it either.

Eventually though Mary made it clear that her decision was final and April reluctantly agreed which left Chloe with the choice of leaving the café still banned whilst her fellow cheerleaders would be allowed back in, or take up a job and be allowed to return.

In the end after realising she had little choice once again, she agreed to take up the job post with her first shift starting next week one evening after college. After this she was handed some more cloths by Mary who showed her to the staff area which contained a shower room, she stripped out of the ruined sailor outfit and her skimpy underwear and began slowly to wash the mess off her body.

After cleaning as much of the mess as she could without any cleaning products she stepped out of the shower and put on her jeans and top going commando she left the café passively saying goodnight to Mary who’s demeanour had changed dramatically and appeared to be the pleasant café owner she had already remembered.

As she walked quickly to the car she wanted nothing more than to go home and attempt to get rid of the smell of the mixed savoury slop that she could sense all over her, so she could try and pretend the whole evening had never happened before working on an excuse for why she now worked at the café.

Little did Chloe know, some of the other customers had had remained sitting in the café had been filming her ordeal and inevitably uploaded their videos onto YouTube when they left the café under the name of “Bitchy Cheerleader gets taken down” which would soon become trending online. Chloe’s secret messy humiliation was not going to stay a secret for much longer…

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 theme music finished and the studio audience applauded as Rita Ora walked out on stage waving to the crowd. She had her long blonde hair in waves and wore a figure hugging metallic dress.

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Clik here to view.“Good evening, it’s Saturday night, we’re live in the MessTV studios, and this is the brand new series, It’s a Messtery! This is the show where we know there will be pies but the stars are a surprise!”

The audience cheered.

“Each week we have six mystery stars who all have one thing in common, they all secretly want to get messy! However, it is up to you, our viewers, to identify them”.

Rita continued: “remember this is the only show where if the name stayed unguessed, the star won’t get messed!” The audience joined in with the second half of a this brand new Saturday night catchphrase.

“So let’s reveal our first clue,. Remember all our celebrities have had their voices disguised, and this star might get some stick once her friends find out her unusual fantasy

Star 1: First I was sporty, aspiring mess, quite unusual England kit

The camera panned to the audience who were chatting amongst themselves as they tried to figure this out.

“Right, no time to waste”, said Rita, “onto star number 2”. The graphics behind her updated. “And this star isn’t exactly taking a step into the unknown.”

Star 2: Muck coats tellies messily seen in a bungalow

“Think you know any of our stars so far, remember you can get in touch with the show on social media, but right now we need to see if star 3 is a hit?”

Star 3: Playing records – might get sticky – I’ll need the AA

The clue was a little more challenging and even Rita was confused. “I have no idea who that is!” she said. “Anyway let’s move on to star four, could she be the one getting messy tonight?”

Star 4: Praise my singing highly, but back it up with Indian Pale Ale

“Ooh, I think I know that one”, said Rita excitedly. “Let’s see if I can keep it up as we pack another star into the show”.

Star 5: Soap star’s birth in other words plus her boy child we hear

“Ooh this is exciting, just one more clue to give out now, and then we have our six stars available for you to guess at home, and star number six, is made for this show”.

Star 6: I have a goal, goo forfeit, though this is already a little messy.

The audience applauded as six star shaped graphics appeared on the screen behind Rita. The clues started to scroll along the bottom of TV screens at home.

Rita started walking across stage, and delivered her next piece to camera. “So there you have it, get in touch with your suggestions of who you think our six special guests might be. We won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong, but I can tell you that if you reveal all our stars, you are guaranteed to see an epic custard themed challenge, a mega mud bath, and gallons of glorious green gunge!”

A reminder of all the clues appeared on screen and Rita took a seat on a green sofa.

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Clik here to view.“So while you guys at home are guessing, let’s meet our special guest to help us out tonight. Please welcome a lady that is no stranger to gunge, it’s Blue Peter’s Lindsey Russell”.

Lindsey walked out on stage, wearing a red dress and her dark hair long and flowing. She waved to the crowd.

“Now Lindsey, you have a very important role tonight don’t you?”

“That’s right Rita, I’ll be keeping an eye on all the guesses coming in and verifying any right answers”.

“Not only that”, said Rita “for each wrong answer that Lindsey reads out, she will be getting a pie in the face!” A shot of a large foam pie being held by a stagehand backstage appeared on the screen. The crowd cheered, Lindsey pulled a funny face.

”So Lindsey will be doing the verifying, and I’ll be doing the custard piecing!” The audience laughed at this latest rhyme

“For the time being, give it up for Lindsey”. The crowd applauded, Lindsey was handed an iPad and took her seat.

Rita stood up and addressed the camera. “Right so in order to start the messing we need to start the guessing. Now is your chance to get in touch. We’ll be back after Britain’s Got Talent to see if any of our stars have been identified”.

Author’s Note –  everything you need to solve all six is there so there will be no further clues and I won’t confirm right or wrong answers. Only the stars that are correctly identified will fulfil their messy fantasies. Entries close at 9pm on Tuesday 21 January.

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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Clik here to view.“A very warm welcome to Bianca’s Podcast Challenge where I get to do a challenge and you the viewers at home can phone in and donate some money which will go to our nominated charity partner. As many of you would have heard on Friday’s podcast, the challenge for me this week is to host a CSWL show. So here I am in the CSWL studios with all of the usual paraphernalia…”

Twirling around, the brunette points to a couple of perspex gunge tanks, a brightly coloured spinning forfeit wheel, three dunk tanks, a pillory, a wooden X-frame, a sloppy mud pit and a set of handcuffs dangling from an overhead beam.

Smiling with a little bit of apprehension, the presenter faces the camera again “To help me with my challenge we have my two guests from Friday’s podcast – Gabby Logan and Natalie Pinkham who will be representing their favourite football teams – Newcastle and Chelsea respectively.”

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Clik here to view.a sparkly black dress, black belt, black tights and heels. The 46 year old blonde is perched on a high stool whilst holding onto the sides of the seat with her hands displaying a bit of nervousness. She smiles with gritted teeth to the camera as the audience give her a round of applause.

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Clik here to view.The 41 year old is wearing a short, light brown patterned dress, and silver high heel shoes. As a seasoned veteran of these types of shows, she sports a knowing look with her left hand on her hips. She gives a faint smile as the audience clap their hands in appreciation. 

Bianca shuffles some cue cards in front of her, looks down at them and reminds herself what she has to say next.

”Oh yes, I must not forget this bit, which is very important and the whole reason why we are doing his show today. Flashing up on the screen now is our telephone hotline and we want as many of you viewers at home to pick up the phone and donate some money to our very worthy nominated charity. The hotline will be open throughout the show so if you enjoy what you see, then please give it a call. There will also be a few added incentives during the show for you to call!”

”Ok, onto the show, and we have managed to keep both Gabby and Natalie from knowing the result of the Newcastle v Chelsea match, so they are unaware of their fates.”

The nervous duo fidgeted about as they waited for Bianca to continue.

”In what was a very disappointing show from a CSWL perspective, there was only 1 goal scored in the entire match, and that went to…. Newcastle!”

The 1-0 result flashed up on the overhead TV monitor, and Gabby clenched her fist in equal measures of triumph and relief, before taunting her opponent.

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Natalie however looked a little aghast, but was comforted by the fact that it was the most lenient defeat you could get on CSWL with just the 1 goal conceded.

”We’ll get to the forfeits for the match very soon. However with a very low score, it means we have much more time to spend with the celebrity who was nominated by the viewer who won our prediction contest – it’s none other than US actress Amy Adams!”

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Clik here to view.She is wearing a long pink dress with an inviting and plunging neckline which shows the sides of her boobs, and a pair of high heel shoes. Being based mostly in the USA she was probably in a small minority in not having heard of CSWL before. When her agent got the call yesterday that she had been nominated by a viewer to appear on a prime time TV show in the UK and it was for charity, she agreed immediately. To be fair to her agent, she had said that there may be some slapstick fun during the show, and Amy had nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders at the comment, thinking that at worst it would be no more than a custard pie in the face.

Now that she was on the show, she quite clearly was enjoying  the applause from the audience, but a hesitant look around the studio at all of the CSWL props and equipment, made her heart skip a beat.

After exchanging some pleasantries with Bianca, she soon found herself sat in one of the gunge tanks. Peering above, she saw a nozzle pointing directly down on her. Enquiring what was in the compartment above her, she was told it was coleslaw. With her mouth open in astonishment, Bianca didn’t waste any more time and pulled the lever. Amy squealed as yucky coleslaw rained down on her. She tried to cover her head with her hands as the raw cabbage and mayonnaise ingredients splattered all over her. Although she had partial success in keeping her hair from being completely covered, there was no protection for anywhere else. Her choice of dress backfired as the coleslaw downpour easily found its way inside, coating her tits and tummy.

”Ugghh! That’s so disgusting” exclaimed the academy award actress.

The gunging finally came to a halt and Amy slowly stepped out of the tank, and remarked that her dress was ruined.

Bianca: “Oh that’s a shame! Let us give you a change of clothes”

Two stagehands walked on and escorted Amy off to the dressing rooms.

Bianca: “We’ll see our American friend a little later on, but let’s now dish out the forfeits for Gabby”

The grin that had been plastered on Gabby’s face since she had found out the match result was immediately wiped off her face “What do you mean forfeits! My team won and conceded no goals”

A smiling Bianca was very calm in her response “But how many bookings did your team get?”

The blonde lightly slapped her own forehead as she realised she had forgotten that part of the rules.

Bianca: “I can tell you that Newcastle got 1 booking so it’s one spin of the forfeit wheel for you”

A reluctant Gabby took the few steps to the wheel and gave it a hearty spin. As it rotated around, Bianca decided to tease her colleague “Which forfeit would you like to avoid the most?”

Gabby: “I did see a particular nasty one, which was to strip three articles of clothing and to get locked in the pillory. I really don’t want to have to do that!”

All eyes turned to the wheel as it slowed down and settled on a segment called ‘Custard Tights’

Bianca smiled as she asked Gabby to hitch up her dress. The blonde obliged, which revealed her shapely long tights-clad legs and bottom. A pair of white knickers could be seen underneath her tights. Reaching for the top of her tights, Bianca pulled it away slightly from Gabby’s body and with her other hand started to pour a jug of cold custard inside.

The 46 year olds eyes widened as she felt the cold custard slip into her underwear and slowly make its way down both her legs. Her tights making sure that the custard pooled around her bottom and muff, and coated her legs.

Grimacing, Gabby dances around a bit to make the sloppy feeling a bit more comfortable, as Bianca finishes pouring all of the custard. The blonde immediately pulls down her dress to try and regain some dignity, but her tights are now filled with custard.

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Clik here to view. It was clear that she had cleaned herself up as there was no coleslaw to be seen. Lots of wolf whistles ensued as the actress was now wearing a skimpy bikini, a white shirt, sunglasses, high heel shoes and a floppy hat

Bianca: “Hello again Amy. Nice bikini!”

Amy: “Er thanks”

Bianca: “For the next part, you are going to try out one of our dunk tanks. But before you do we have a viewer challenge. If we receive £10,000 in donations within the next 60 seconds then you’ve got to take off one article of clothing. For each further £10,000 of donations then it will mean one more article of clothing is coming off. And the 60 seconds starting is starting from now…”

Although Amy was very happy to help raise funds for charities, she hadn’t realised it would be this ‘hands on’ and potentially be very humiliating for her. As the 60 seconds came to an end, Bianca received the result through her earpiece.

Bianca: “We seem to have had a great response and we’ve received donations totalling £34,629 in the last 60 seconds. So that means you need to lose three articles of clothing Amy”

The first item to be shed was her white shirt, followed quickly by her sunglasses. Those were relatively easy choices. She wanted to keep her hat, but knowing that she was going to be dunked, she considered it wouldn’t help much, so tossed that aside.

Standing in her skimpy bikini and high heels, Amy was given the choice of which dunk tank to sit on top of. There were three of them, each numbered one to three.

Amy: “Do I get to know what’s in them first?”

Bianca: “Sorry Amy, but I can’t disclose that information just yet”

Her big blue eyes darted from tank to tank. There was no clue what was in each of them as the tank walls were too high for anyone to look over them, particularly a 5ft4 high actress.

Amy: “Hmmm, I’ll go for number 1.”

The redhead was asked to make her way to the back of the tank so that she could climb the steps and sit on the precarious looking plastic seat which was directly over the tank. Once Amy was sat down she was able to look beneath her. Immediately she scrunched her nose up at the sight “Is that what I think it is?”

Bianca shrugged her shoulders “How do I know what you are thinking?”

Amy: “Is it baked beans?”

Bianca: “Correct! In extra sloppy tomato sauce.”

Amy put her hands to her face, as Bianca pressed the button which activated the dunk tank and jerked the plastic seat forward. This propelled the actress into the air. Squealing, she landed splat into the tank and delved beneath the baked bean surface. The audience waited expectantly for a few seconds for Amy to re-appear. They cheered as the baked beans coated actress slicked back her hair and looked down at her tomato sauce stained bikini top.

”Yuck! It’s gone everywhere!” To prove her point she reached into her bikini bra and pulled out a handful of sticky beans.

Bianca turned to face the camera “A good dunking for Amy there. We’ll leave her wallowing in the beans for now, but we’ll have some more fun with Amy later on.”

Turning to Chelsea fan Natalie, the presenter announced it was time for her forfeits from the match “With 1 goal conceded that means a good old fashioned custard pieing, but Chelsea also had 1 booking which means a spin of the forfeit wheel. Let’s get that out of the way first”

Natalie sighed as she spun the wheel and watched it settle on a segment titled ‘Strip 1 article of clothing’

Rolling her eyes, Natalie did not have to be prompted as she reached for the zip on the back of her dress and pulled it down. Performing a sexy wriggle, she took hold of the sides of her skimpy dress and pulled it down her body until gravity could take over, leaving the flimsy garment in a heap around her ankles. This left the 41 year old in white bra, white thong and silver high heel shoes.

Bianca: “Very sexy Natalie! Normally we would just pie you, but it’s such a shame we are not going to use all of the CSWL equipment for the goal forfeits, so we’ve decided to put you in the dangling handcuffs.”

Natalie cringed before she was walked to the area where the handcuffs were and had her arms raised and her hands cuffed. As a veteran of similar shows, she knew there was a chance that she would be further exposed but just wished that this wouldn’t happen to her this time.

Bianca enlisted the help of Gabby, who was walking a little uneasily due to the custard sloshing around in her tights. A trolley laden with custard pies was wheeled on and parked in front of the bound brunette. Natalie let out a wry smile as Gabby picked up a pie and waved it about in front of her face “I’m so glad that you are going to be wearing this and not me”

Cheekily, Natalie pulled out her tongue at her opponent and was instantly pied full in the face. Gasping, there was no recovery time as Bianca followed up with another pie to her face. Gabby decided to splat the next pie on top of the brunette’s head, coating her previously pristine hair with custard and cream. Meanwhile, Bianca ventured behind the cuffed Natalie and slapped a pie on her thong covered bottom. More pies ensued with Natalie getting pies on her tits, muff, legs and face again, until she was a creamy and custardy blob.

Bianca faced the camera and stated that there would be another viewer challenge for the next 60 seconds. If more than £50,000 was donated then they would carry on pieing Natalie.

As the seconds were counted down, both Gabby and Bianca smiled at the hapless Natalie, and each had a pair of scissors in their hand. Natalie gulped as she knew she would very soon be naked. She didn’t have to wait for much longer as the 60 seconds was soon up and Bianca was told through her earpiece that the £50,000 target had easily been reached. It only needed a couple of snips on her underwear until both her bra and thong were stripped from her, causing gasps from the audience as they took in the view of the naked formula one presenter. Then the pieings started up again with particular attention being paid to her tits, muff and bottom.

Soon all the custard pies were used up and Natalie was now an unrecognisable custard and creamy blob. Whilst all of this was going on, Amy had been taken out of her baked bean dunk tank, and was now secured in the pillory. Bianca and Gabby wandered over to their new target and asked the actress if she was enjoying herself.

”I wasn’t exactly expecting to be gunged, dunked and now secured in some sort of medieval contraption”

Bianca: “Haha! Not long to go now Amy.”

Amy didn’t see Gabby raise a bucket over her head and upturn it. Mushy peas gushed out and covered the actresses’ head and hair. Meanwhile Bianca had picked up a jug of gravy in one hand and pulled open the top of Amy’s bikini bottoms with the other. The gravy was poured over her naked bottom and soaked her briefs, causing a strange sensation for Amy. Gabby finished off with another jug of gravy, this time carefully poured over her head. Amy couldn’t do anything but let the gravy drip off her face, hair and chin and onto the floor. She really had been sploshed bad.

Bianca looked at her watch before facing the camera “And that’s all we have time for. Thank you for donating to a very good cause and hope you enjoyed my challenge. I would like to thank my podcast guests Gabby and Natalie and a special thank you to Amy for taking the brunt of the mess tonight.”

With a quick glance around, Bianca continued “It seems that the usual comeuppance for the presenter isn’t going to happen tonight. Phew!, I’m going before anyone gets any ideas!”

The brunette skipped off the studio floor leaving a custard pied Natalie still handcuffed and a pilloried Amy, as the credits started to roll.

Trying to do this a little differently, hopefully works

With the finale of Total Wipeout now fast approacing the producers sat down to disucss what they should do next, they wanted to do something that hadn’t been done recently. Also knowing one of the other teams within the company had already worked on a new CSWL thanks to the Bianca’s challenge series, they planned to do something new

However before they discssed their plans for a new series they wanted to make sure the finale went off with a bang.

Vicky was invited to join the producers and so walked in to see the 3 main guys, Martin, Edward and Sebastian sitting around the table with the exeuctive producer and boss Emily sat opposite them.

They welcomed her into the room and she cautiously took a seat, fearing where the conversation would be heading a sshe was well aware that as the presenter on the TV shows she would normally get messy by the end, and so far she had escaped cleanly.

She greeted them all before the 3 men and her engaged in some various chatter about which bits of the show had worked how they had intended and what Vicky had enjoyed the most.

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Eventually after a while Martin spoke up changing the subject “You shoudln’t look so on edge Vicky. The reason you’ve been called in today is because we’ve got a proposition for you and I think you might like the sound of it”

Sebastian then took over “Yes, now as you know you are the host and traditionally you would have to end up getting messy in some horrible way that kind sometimes be worse than what the contestants get.

However if you were to voluntarily join a certain someone during the final round in the gungetank effectively handing over the presenting duties to Maya she would suddenly become the host and one who has remained clean”

Edward finally chimed in “Do you see where we are heading, you won’t escape clean but a trip into the gungetank to ensure you are covered will as you know from looking at some of the other mess on the show be a good compromise”

Vicky had certainly not been expecting this “So what you are basically saying, is if I was to end up not the main presenter and also got a bit messy instead of facing whatever you had planned for me a certain co-host might well have to face that instead?”

Emily who had remained silent so far finally said “Precisly” with a somewhat mischevious grin.

Vicky thought about it for a few moments before shurgging her shoulders “You leave me with no choice, I accept your terms” she said jokingly. She wasn’t sure if this was 100% genuine or if it was a further trick, however she certainly figured as she didn’t have much to lose.

With that the producers thanked her for her time and she left them to discuss some other action points on the agenda.

Eventually the team moved onto the topic of a new show, various suggestions were read out “What about slapstick secretary?” Nah that’s one of the other teams jobs someone replied.

“How about Cop Dunk?” I think that’s too close to Immerse the Nurse was another response, over the next 20 minutes various ideas were bounded around the room and quickly dismissed mainly by Emily.

Finally Martin suggested one inspired by a classic, “How about a celebrity Get Your Own Back?” but instead of having mini games whereby they have to compete we make it simple two celebrities get to nominate whoever they want to appear on the show.

We’ll have them both appear and the one who manages to convince the public to support their claim aginast whoever they picked will get to humiliate them in a messy way, however the one who loses gets trashed by her own nomination as revenge.

The other producers liked the idea and Emily gave the nod of approval, eventually they settled on bringing back Kate Mason to give her a chance to shine as host of the show, and Edward sent a message to the IT people to get an advert put out for nominations.

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Complete the survey to help the producers decide on what Maya faces and which female celebs you compete to get their own back, and hopefully a reason.

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.

Fresh from presenting a CSWL show as part of her previous podcast challenge, Bianca was very relieved at avoiding any mess on the programme.

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She sat down to record her latest football preview podcast which focused on the FA Cup fourth round due to be played next weekend. Just as the podcast was coming to an end, the producer announced that it was time to pick another charity challenge for Bianca.

The velvet pouch was passed to her, and she delved her hand inside before pulling out an envelope. There was high tension in the air, as the brunette ripped open the envelope and read aloud what was written on the enclosed piece of paper

‘Bianca, your challenge this week is to participate in a returning episode of the Soccer Six TV Show’

The presenter gave a wry smile to the producer “Are these challenges going to continue until I get messy?”

He laughed, as he shrugged his shoulders but also mentioned that there was more stuff to read out.

Bianca looked back down at the piece of paper and continued to read

‘The Soccer Six programme will feature the FA cup games to be played this coming weekend and you will represent your favourite team West Ham who are playing against West Brom. As Gabby Logan didn’t get very messy in the CSWL show, she has been nominated to represent her Newcastle team again, who will be playing Oxford. That means we need another 4 ladies to make up the numbers. A list of ladies that are available to appear on the show and the teams they support will be displayed on our website for the next 2 days. It will cost £1 for each vote, and the 4 ladies that attract the highest votes will join me and Gabby on the show. All money raised will go to charity. Tom Marto will be making a special reappearance as the presenter with a Preview show to be aired on Friday, with the Results show scheduled for Sunday’

Putting the piece of paper down, Bianca looked up to the heavens and softly speaks “I really hope West Ham have a good day at the office on Saturday!”

As the producer got up to leave the recording studio, he had one last thing to say to Bianca “Could you give Gabby a ring and give her the good news that she’s going to be joining you in another challenge?”

He swiftly departed before Bianca could say anything.

Later on that day, Bianca calls Gabby….

Bianca: “Hi, is that Gabby?”

Gabby: “Hi Bianca, good to hear from you so soon after our CSWL appearance”

Bianca: “Thanks again for taking part, although you didn’t really have much option did you?”

Gabby: “Not really, as it was for charity. I can tell you I was so glad to get home and have a hot bath”

Bianca: “Yeah, it is surprising how custard seems to get absolutely everywhere when your tights are filled full of it.”

Gabby: “You don’t have to tell me about it! I now know from experience and it’s definitely not something I want to experience ever again! Anyway, was there something else you wanted?”

Bianca: “Kind of. I’m not sure how to tell you, but you know that I am being given a charity challenge at the end of each of my podcasts?”

Gabby: “Err, yes”

Bianca: “Well, my next challenge is to appear in a Soccer Six Show. You may not have heard of it, but it was an old TV series that ran for a few episodes and involved 6 ladies representing their favourite teams, with a messy forfeit for the lady whose team had the worst performance from the chosen gameweek”

Gabby: “I’m not sure I like where this seems to be going….”

Bianca: “I’m really sorry about this, but as you didn’t get very messy on the CSWL show, then you’ve been nominated to appear with me, and you will be representing Newcastle again”

Gabby: “WHAT!”

Bianca: “Please don’t shoot the messenger, this has been agreed by the producer. And don’t forget it is all for charity”

A few seconds of silence followed before Bianca got a stern response of “Fine!” and the phone was slammed down…..

Disclaimer – This story is purely a work of fiction. The story does NOT describe real events and the characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real events or persons is coincidence. 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 – so this is the set up to Pamela’s revenge on Nicola, after her nomination to appear on BOTD. Follow up with all the gunge will come later this week I hope. The story begins with Pamela arriving home. If you are unsure as to her ordeal, please read BOTD – Game 3 Result.

Pamela walked into the house and was greeted by her partner Mickey. “Honey, I’m home”, she said in her strong Northern Irish accent.

“Hi babe, how was your journey?”

“It was fine, only a slight delay, I think the gunge in my ears stopped them from popping on the flight”.

Mickey laughed. He had, of course, seen Battle of the Decades and what had happened to his poor girlfriend. “Nice to see you smiling about it now”, he said, “you looked so angry on TV!”

“Oh no, it didn’t look too bad did it?”

“I managed to record it so you can watch it back if you like?”

“Ok, sure, why don’t we open a bottle of wine. I’ll tell you more about it and we can start planning”.

“What do you mean? Planning?”

“For our revenge on Nic, there’s no way she’s getting away with this. Surely there’s something we can do at the bar”.

Mickey scratched his head. He ran the local bar, and often put on themed nights to draw a crowd.

“We’ll do something in a few weeks”, he pondered “she might have thought she’s got away with it by then”. The pair laughed and sat down to watch Pamela’s unexpected TV debut back.

Pamela squirmed as she watched her ordeal back. She still couldn’t believe that Nicola had set her up for national humiliation. She was now even more eager to get revenge on Nicola. Suddenly, it came to her and she called Mickey back into the living room.

“What about a 90s night?” she asked. “Gunge was a big deal back then”.

Mickey scratched his head again, then agreed that this was a great idea.

“I could ask the girls if they wanted to go as the Spice Girls”, Pamela continued “Nicola would make a great Posh, we could get her all dolled up, and then cover her in slop”. She started to laugh at the thought of her friend covered in all that gunge, just as she had been on live television.

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A couple of weeks passed, and Mickey had just left the printers with the posters for O’Mahoney’s 90s Fancy Dress night, he started to put them up in the pub, deliberately, while Pamela, and her four best friends, including Nicola, were having a girly catch up.

“What are you organising hun?” Pamela asked convincingly.

“I thought we’d do a 90s night next Friday”, Mickey replied, winking at Pamela.

“Ah, fab, you can count us in, can’t he ladies?” The ladies looked at each other and shrugged before nodding.

“We could be the Spice Girls!”, Pamela suggested, again being convincing enough for it sounds sporadic.

“What a great idea! You’d make a great Baby Spice!”, Carly replied. The girls laughed again.

“Well, I’d obviously be Ginger!” said Lydia. “And Carly would be Scary!”

“So that just leaves Nicola and Jasmine, any preferences ladies, personally, I think that Nic ought to be Posh”. Pamela was quite pushy with this argument.

“Yeah, I think I could do Sporty”, said Jasmine, “especially with my martial arts training”.

“That settles it then”, Lydia said, even though she, like the others, had no idea what Pamela and Mickey had got planned.

“I’ve got a couple of days off”, said Pamela, “I’m sure Mickey will help me find some outfits for us”.

The girls finished their drinks and left in hysterical giggles after one too many glasses of wine. Pamela hung around and waited for Mickey to finish for the night. “It’s on!” she whispered too him. “All we need to do now is sort our revenge”.

“Don’t worry”, Mickey reassured her, “I’ve got it all under control”.

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The next day Pamela and Mickey were browsing online for suitable outfits for “Posh Spice”. Once they had found the one they liked, Pamela selected the others and sent a message to each of the girls asking for their sizes, and eventually all of the outfits were ordered.

Over a week passed and it was the day before O’Mahoney’s 90s night. Mickey kept the bar shut for the afternoon while the props he had ordered arrived and were being set up. Pamela agreed to help him out, they had to make sure everything was well hidden in time as she’d arrange for the girls to pop over to the bar to collect their outfits at 6 o’clock.

“This is so exciting”, squeaked Pamela, “look how much gunge there is!”, she said as she helped Mickey prepare the contents for the tank. “Nicola is gonna hate this!” she said with an evil laugh.

“I didn’t realise how much there would be, she’ll be absolutely covered”, Mickey replies.

Once everything was ready, Mickey opened the bar, and the pair sat down for a drink before Pamela’s fiends started to arrive. Carly, who was the quiet one of the group, and anything but scary really, was first, Pamela poured her a glass of wine, and they had a quick chat about the night ahead.

Next to arrive was Jasmine, she was the giddy, excitable type, and was naturally very excited about the whole event, and couldn’t wait to see the sporty outfit that Pamela has chosen for her. Pamela managed to calm her down and tell her she’d have to wait until all the girls were there.

She didn’t have to wait long as Lydia and Nicola arrived together, Lydia has driven there, picking Nicola up on the way, so while the long haired brunette was handed a glass of wine, Lydia went to the bar to get a soft drink.

“I’m so excited to show you all your outfits”, Pamela revealed, “we are going to blow the boys away tomorrow night!” The rest of the girls sat forward in anticipation.

“I always do!” said Nicola smugly.

“Shall I show you mine first?” Pamela asked.

“Go for it girl!”, urged Jasmine.

Pamela reached down into a large bag she had kept under the table and pulled out a short baby pink dress, which looked as if it would be very revealing. The others loved it and were now even more excited about their own outfits.

“Well, I suppose mine is the obvious choice?” Lydia asked curiously.

“How did you guess?” laughed Pamela as she reached back down under the table and pulled out a replica of the famous Union Jack dress.

“OMG, I’m so excited!” squealed Lydia. The others were slightly jealous of the iconic outfit, but were still eager to see theirs.

“Can I go next?” asked Carly.

“Sure”, said Pamela, as she pulled out a leopard print top and leather skirt, which was met with Carly’s approval and that of the rest of the girls. “You’ll have to curl your hair though”.

“Two left”, said Pamela, “Jasmine I’ll do yours next”.

Pamela reached into the bag and took out a blue two piece tracksuit which had a low cut top and holes in each knee. Despite the sporty nature of the outfit, it looked very sophisticated and Jasmine was impressed. “Ooh, I love it”, she said.

“And I’ve saved the best until last”, Pamela teased. She reached down into the bag and pulled out a black satin jump suit. Nicola was blown away by the stunning, and rather sexy, nature of the outfit.

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Clik here to view.“That’s amazing, thanks Pamela, I knew you’d pick something gorgeous for me! I’ll make a great Posh Spice”. Pamela just laughed and glanced at Mickey.

“I can’t wait to wear this tomorrow”, Nicola said, “I reckon I might even win best dressed! Thanks so much Pamela”.

Pamela blushed, almost a little embarrassed by the whole situation.

“I think you’ve definitely got the best outfit there Nic”, Carly said, almost sounding slightly jealous as she folded her outfit away ready to take home

“Is there any entertainment?” Jasmin enquired.

“Yes”, Pamela replied, “there’s a disco, obviously, a magic act, and some special party games”.

Jasmine clapped her hands excitedly, and the others all smiled.

“I’d better go”, she said, looking at her watch, “I promised Mickey I’d tidy up a little bit at home”.

The girls finished their drinks and all left together, each now in possesssion off their own outfits.

“See you all tomorrow”, called Pamela as she walked off up the road “pre-drinks start at 6 at ours”. She turned and waved to various cries of “bye” and “see ya”. With everything set up for tomorrow, she could barely wipe the smile from her face.

After finishing a few chores when she got back, she was sat watching the TV when Mickey sent her a message, the caption read: “Ready and waiting for our victim”, and included an image of the now loaded gunge tank.

Pamela smiled again, and staying on her phone, she started looking at videos of people in gunge tanks in anticipation of the big day tomorrow. Before she put her phone down she sent a quick reply to Mickey, and sent a quick message to Nicola: ‘so pleased you like your outfit, can’t wait to see it in all it’s glory tomorrow’.

nicola replied with a simple smiley face and a kiss. She looked at her outfit again, and couldn’t wait to look and feel the part tomorrow night.

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A middle aged man dressed in a sharp suit bounds onto the stage and waves to the audience “It’s great to be back presenting my Soccer Six Show. My name is Tom Marto and we are hosting a special one-off episode for charity. We’ll have six super sexy ladies representing their favourite football teams in matches to be played in the FA Cup over the coming weekend. Whichever team has the worst overall performance will mean all sorts of messy trouble for their celebrity fan.”

“Let’s welcome the lady who is solely responsible for the return of the show. Yes, it’s sports presenter Bianca Westwood.”

Bianca joins Tom on stage “Hi Tom”

Tom: “Hi Bianca. Can you tell us a bit about why we are all here?”

Bianca: “Yes of course. We have a new charity partner for my weekly football preview podcast, and at the end of each podcast, I get to find out a charity challenge I have to do. This week’s challenge is to appear on a Soccer Six show.”

Tom turns to face the camera “That’s right, and the hotline to phone in with donations will be displayed on the top right hand part of the screen throughout the programme, so viewers get calling!”

Tom: “So Bianca, you are aware that you could potentially get very messy on this show.”

Bianca gulps before replying “Yes I do know. I have appeared on it once before but fortunately I escaped clean”

Tom: “Oh yes thanks for reminding me as I had forgotten about that. I’m curious, but when was the last time you got messy on a TV show?”

Bianca pondered for a second  “Hmmm. I suppose it was when I appeared on the Messy Six Nations last year after my sports presenter colleague Jeff dared me to enter the competition to predict the winner from the Italy v France game. He went on and on about it, and I eventually relented and picked Italy but unfortunately France won. So I had to go on the programme to suffer a messy forfeit. I had to wear a skimpy maroon bikini and ended up being handcuffed to an overhead beam”

Tom: “What happened next?”

Bianca does a shudder of her shoulders as she reminisces: “I had a bucket of thick grey muddy clay poured into my bikini briefs, and then had some poured over my head and shoulders. The slop was truly disgusting!”

Tom: “Anything else?”

Bianca: “Yes, it got worse as the scissors came out and my bikini was snipped off to leave me naked on national TV. It was sooooo embarrassing! I was then dunked in some awful multi-coloured slime, and I was left handcuffed to the beam for the rest of the show, with slime dripping off me”

A smirking Tom pointed to the overhead TV projector where the clip from the show is replayed.

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Bianca cringed as she relived her messy ordeal. As the clip came to an end, Tom was quick to query “And what do you have to say to Jeff?”

Bianca: “He stitched me right up! All I want to say to Jeff is ‘Watch Out!’ Me and some of the other sports news girls may have a surprise or two for him which may or may not happen on his birthday. I don’t want to ruin the surprise so I think I shouldn’t say any more”

Tom sniggers “Looks like Jeff may be in a spot of bother! Although he may well enjoy getting a ‘surprise’ from a bunch of sexy sports news presenters! Anyway, it’s time to explain the rules of the game in a bit more detail and I have great pleasure in announcing that we have model Giovana Preverio joining us on a live link, all the way from Brazil. The overhead monitor flickered into life and a dark haired lady wearing a snazzy red dress starts to speak.

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As soon as she gets to the end of the rules, she grimaces as if something is about to happen. She is proved correct as a creamy green coloured custard pie is smushed in her face and smeared into her hair.

Tom: “Thank you very much Giovana. Hope you didn’t mind the custard pie. Haha! Without further ado, let’s meet our 6 contestants. The first we have already met and is of course Bianca Westwood.

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Her beloved West Ham are up against a fellow ‘West’ team in West Brom. As West Ham are a Premiership side, they ought to outclass their Championship opponents. However the Hammers are 14^th in the table, whereas the Albion are going great guns in their division and are currently top. Will the Premiership Pretenders cause a shock against the Premiership Stalwarts? Bianca will definitely be hoping that’s not the case.”

“Our second contestant is Gabby Logan. Fresh from having her tights filled with custard on the CSWL show, apparently she wasn’t very happy to learn that she had been nominated to appear on this show as well. 

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Her Newcastle team are playing against lowly Oxford United from League One. I think Gabby will be hoping this will be a walk in the park for the Geordies. The blonde will be praying that they don’t take the competition lightly and put out a reserve side, as that could seriously backfire on her and lead to a lot more than just custard in her tights!”

“Representing Manchester United, we have former Hollyoaks star Gemma Atkinson. Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.On paper, the Red Devil’s seem to have an easy tie against either Tranmere Rovers or Watford, who are due to have their replay on Thursday night with the winner hosting United on Sunday. I am sure that Gemma will be hoping that whoever her team is playing will be too tired to play 2 games in 4 days and will adversely affect their performance, to keep her clean.

Onto our fourth contestant and it is petite weathergirl Laura Tobin. Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.The 38 year old attended Reading University as a student and maintains an affection for the football team in the town. Reading have been drawn to play against fellow Championship side Cardiff City. Both teams are languishing in mid-table so both may see the FA Cup as a welcome distraction. Will the Royals be victorious to save Laura from a sploshing?

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Clik here to view.The 32 year old will be pleased that her team are playing at home to Fulham, who are in a division below. As long as City don’t treat the match lightly and field their reserves, they should prevent the former Coronation Street actress from getting messy.

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Clik here to view.It is 39 year old Lucy Verasamy and her Norwich team have a tricky away tie against fellow Premiership strugglers Burnley. I am sure that Lucy will be crossing her fingers in the hope that the Canaries will be in full song on Saturday and play to their best against their Lancastrian rivals. If not then Lucy could be in for a world of mess.”

Tom points to the overhead monitor “To summarise, the 6 featured matches are shown above:-“

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Tom: ”As in previous Soccer Six shows, we will be holding a viewer competition. All you have to do is predict the total number of goals to be scored across all 6 featured games, and nominate a celebrity lady. If someone guesses the correct number (or whoever is closest to the correct number) then their celebrity lady will appear in a sticky situation during the results show. Entries close midday on Saturday (BST). See you all soon for the Results Show!”

2009 was when it all began, with Emma Watson in the Gunk Dunk.

In 2011, Karen Gillan rode the (NHP) Car Wash.

In 2012, Kaley Cuoco entered the Gunge Labyrinth.

In 2013, Taylor Swift found herself in the (Hangar 17) Hotseat.

In 2016, Jenna Louise Coleman was bethroned on/in the Flushing Toilet.

In 2017, Margot Robbie was remanded (and no doubt custardy) in the Gunge Prison.

And in 2018, Karen Gillan again, this time taking a Trip Around the Great House.

So I’ve made up my mind – the Gunge Grand Prix is returning for 2020! And as we prepare for the qualifying rounds, its time to speculate on two crucial questions: How? And who?

For those newer comers to the site, who may not be familiar with the Gunge Grand Prix, it’s a perennial event (albeit skipping years) in which voters whittle down a pool of nominated celebrities in powers of two, followed by a story competition in which the ‘lucky winner’ gets gunged by a pre-decided method. After a couple of troubled contests, I’m planning some major changes this time, and these are being thrashed out in the General WAM Discussion section. But in the meantime, we can press on with the most established part of the contest – choosing the method that will be used to gunge the winner (or this year, potentially, winners).

You can see the list above for potential ideas (it’s fine to nominate these again). Basically, the method should involve gunge as the primary messy substance (it is, after all, the Gunge Grand Prix). Ideally, it should also have some scope to be customised, so as to allow variety in the stories, and it should of course be epic, befitting the finale of such a grand contest.

So please post your nominations below. Nominations will be open until Saturday, after which they will be put to the vote.

TL;DR: MAX 5 A DAY!!!

Thanks to those who’ve nominated gunging methods. Nominations on that will close very soon so get any stragglers in ASAP.

Apologies to Logi Venture in General WAM Discussion, whom I’ve ended up misleading, but I’m now going to open the celebrity nominations, mostly so I can make use of the weekend to scout out pictures. And I’m sure you’re raring to go with this too, but before you… woah, hang on a minute. As I was saying… woah, wait! I know you’re keen, but before you start nominating, I’d just like to… no no, please! You can have Michaela Strachan, don’t worry, but first I need to explain how… PLEASE, WAIT!!

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Here are the contest rules:

• There will be 256 contestants.

• Contestants must be:
− Living.
− Female.
− Public figures in some regard.
− Born on or before 31^st January 2002.
− Not previous GGP winners. This means that Emma Watson, Karen Gillan, Kaley Cuoco, Taylor Swift, Jenna Louise Coleman, Margot Robbie and, uh, Karen Gillan are ineligible.

• The first round will be a group stage with randomly-assembled groups of eight contestants. Voters can vote for two contestants in each group, and the top two will go through.

• In the second round, each group winner will be randomly paired against a runner-up from another group. There will follow three more head-to-head rounds, with pairings completely random, which binary aficionados will know leaves just four contestants standing at the end.

• At this point, the voting will stop and the story-writing will begin!* Entrants must write a story about one (and only one) of the four finalists getting gunged by the method to be chosen imminently.

• The stories (with authors anonymised) will then be put to a public vote.

* As I expected, the idea of multiple ‘winners’ proved the most controversial aspect of the discussions, with people expressing both support and opposition. Some good arguments were made against, and I can think of one or two potential pitfalls in addition to those (I won’t say what they are). However, my most important goal in reviving the GGP is to raise the number of stories that are submitted at the end, and improving the choice and freedom for authors seems the best way to do that. One commenter said that this measure would encourage them to write a story when they otherwise might not, and that was enough to convince me. That said, I’ve taken on board comments that my original proposal of 8 was too many, and reduced it to 4. Hopefully this means that each finalist will have a least one story written about her.

Still reading? Good, because here comes the most important bit.

Nominations are to be made in the comments section below. There is a strict limit of five (5, V, cinco, ⚄, ||||, Image may be NSFW.
Clik here to view. − got it?) nominations per person per day (0:00 to 23:59 UK time). Think fruit and veg, but tastier.

Any excess nominations will be discounted. Don’t use multiple identities because this can be detected and you’ll have all your nominations discounted if caught. Please avoid wasting your nominations and my time by checking if your choices have been nominated already (ctrl and f are your friends; please spell correctly so that others can find those you’ve nominated).

A couple more points:

• My choice of photo to represent each celebrity will be final (but let me know if I’ve actually got the wrong person). I will use recent pics wherever possible; bear this in mind if you plan to list your 90s crushes.
• At any point in the contest where there’s a tie, I will invoke poll-setter’s privilege and cast the deciding vote.

And that’s it. Thanks for reading patiently, and happy nominating!

TL;DR: MAX 5 A DAY!!!

The theme music concluded and Rita Ora walked out on stage to a significant amount of applause and cheering from the studio audience.

“Hello, and welcome back to It’s a Messtery: The Big Reveal”. The crowd cheered once more and Rita walked to the side of the stage where she stood by a giant screen.

“Earlier tonight, we posed six clues which will lead you to the identity of six mystery stars all hoping to be revealed and fulfil a special messy fantasy! Our verifier, the lovely Lindsey Russell, has been keeping an eye on all of your guesses while we’ve been off air, and it’s safe to say we’ve had a pretty good response”.

“Yes, indeed we have Rita, with guesses coming in for the identity of all six of our mystery celebrities”. The audience applauded.

“That’s great news”, said Rita, “now let’s explain how these reveals are going to work. We will remind you of the clue, then Lindsey will reveal the list of names that have been guessed. We will sometimes preview exactly how they will be getting messy before the big reveal”.

Rita walked across to the desk where Lindsey was sitting, the anticipation was really starting to build up in the studio. The anticipation was also building backstage as the six celebrities speculated whether they had been guessed or not.

“I so hope I’ve been guessed”, said one of the stars.

“Me too, this would be a dream come true”, another replied.

“I’m getting nervous now”, said a third.

Back on stage, Rita was reminding viewers of the clue to Star 1:

Star 1: First sporty, aspiring mess, quite unusual England kit

“So, Lindsey, who did our viewers think this could be?”

“Well Rita, clearly there is a sports theme here so let’s have a look at the guesses”.

Star 1

Alex Scott, Sam Quek

“Ok, let’s have a look at what Star 1 will be facing”. The screen displayed a wooden stool, surrounding it was 20 buckets of traditional green slime.

“Verifier, please reveal the answer”.

“Well, the first letter of each word spells out the name of our first star, so please welcome, Sam Quek!”

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Clik here to view.A screen was lifted, and Sam was now sat on the stool, with her brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a red and black hockey kit. From both sides of the stage, a group of 10 women all wearing identical kit appeared. They each picked up a bucket and waited patiently.

Suddenly, the sound of a referee’s whistle was heard and this was the cue to start Sam’s dream gunging. One by one, each girl walked up and emptied a bucket of thick green slop on the beautiful hockey star’s head. It just kept on coming, and there were enough buckets for two each, in fact, after just three or four Sam was completely covered and only recognisable by her beaming smile that could still be seen beneath the thick green gunge.

The last bucket was picked up by one of the ladies responsible for carrying out the epic gunging. She gestured to Sam to hold her arms out wide. Sam obliged, and instead of walking behind and emptying the bucket on the brunette’s head, she threw the contents of the bucket square into Sam’s face and body.

Rita, who was now wearing a novelty yellow waterproof hat and coat walked over tentatively so’s not to slip. She too had a bucket in her hand, and proceeded to pour the contents over Sam’s head.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Sam Quek”, she shouted. Sam stood up and bowed.

“How was that?”

“Oh my God, you have no idea how much fun that was, I loved it!”

“So did we Sam, one more time for our Olympic champion!”

It was only as Sam stood up once more and turned round to leave the stage that the full extent of the coverage of gunge could be seen. As she left stage, the screen came back down and Rita headed back to the desk.

“Right Lindsey, as we remind ourselves of the cryptic clue what did we have for Star number 2”. The clue appeared on the screen to remind viewers.

Star 2: Muck coats tellies messily seen in a bungalow

“Well Rita, once again we had two guesses for this clue. Both were along the same lines too”.

Star 2

Lisa Scott-Lee, Fearne Cotton

“OK, so let’s see what star 2 might be facing”. The screen cut to an image of a microphone surrounded by buckets of custard.

“Verifier, please reveal the answer”.

“Well, I can tell you that bungalow is indeed a clue to a previous messy experience and coats tellies is an anagram of this star’s name, so please welcome Lisa Scott-Lee!”

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Clik here to view.The screen was lifted and Lisa was now stood behind the microphone. Rita walked over.

“Erm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m about to recreate my famous Muckeoke”.

“Well Lisa, I’m not so sure you are”. The singer looked surprised. “You see, I’m lead to believe that you once escaped the famous Get Your Own Back Gunk Dunk, so I think tonight we should put that right instead”.

The crowd cheered and Lisa sighed. Wearing her hair slicked back and a red sleeveless top with denim shorts, she was asked to follow Rita to the studio next door. Once they arrived, she could recognise the old school Gunk Dunk set up and was asked to climb onto the chair. Before she even had the opportunity to protest, she was cranked straight up to the top before being held while the audience in the main studio counted down. Rita pulled a lever and Lisa was sent hurtling towards the large vat of yellow-green gunge. Just before she landed she was hit from above with a stream of purple gunge. She briefly disappeared beneath the surface before emerging coated the the thick gooey substance.

As Rita made her way back to the main studio, she encouraged the audience to show their appreciation for Lisa, who could be seen on the giant screens flailing around in the gunge.

“Wow, and we’ve still got more to come, including a use for all that custard”, Rita teased.

She made her way back to Lindsey’s desk, and asked if clue 3 could be recapped.

Star 3: Playing records – might get sticky – I’ll need the AA

“Well Lindsey, I believe we only had one guess for this, so why don’t we have a look at what might be waiting for our lucky star if our viewer is correct?”

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Clik here to view.The screen diplsayed an image of a bath, which was about three quarters full with melted chocolate.

“Verified, please reveal the answer”.

“Well Rita, playing records suggests a DJ, might get stuck is may jam, and add the AA and you get the stunning Maya Jama”.

The screen lifted, and revealed Maya, wearing a white bikini, climbing into the bath. As she sat down and began to submerge herself in the chocolate and smother it over her face and body, her friend Rita, walked over and picked up a bucket of dark melted chocolate which she emptied over Maya’s head. As the thick chocolate coated her skin, Maya took her finger and rubbed it down her cheek, before spotting the camera, winking and then licking it off. The DJ seemed to be loving her chocolate bath and was keen to get more and more chocolatey.

“We’ll just leave her there for a while!” Rita said as she rejoined Lindsey once more. “Now Lindsey, I’m being told we’re moving on to star 5 next, no idea why, let’s remind ourselves of the clue”.

Star 5: Soap star’s birth in other words plus her boy child we hear

“Once again, we only had one guess submitted, so let’s have a look at what could await our mystery guest”.

This time, instead of revealing any mess, the shot cut to a silhouette of another female, who appeared to be holding something in each hand.

“Verifier, please reveal our next mystery star”.

“OK, so this is an actress, birth is natal, in other words is i.e., so Natalie, and her boy child we hear becomes And her son – Anderson, so please welcome Natalie Anderson”.

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Clik here to view.The screen lifted to show Natalie, sat at a table, opposite former co-star Sammy Winward. The end of the Emmerdale theme was played. Natalie opened the set up sketch.

“You always got the messy scenes Sammy, the mud fight, the pasta, the wedding cake, all I as was a few drinks thrown at me”.

“I’m not sure why, I hated doing them, I think the producers had something against me”.

“They knew it made good TV I guess, but what was it like?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, I can treat you if you like!”

“Sure. Why not!”

Sammy and Natalie walked away from the table and over to an area that had been set up on the far side of the stage.

“Are you ready for this Natalie?”

She nodded.

“We’ll start with this”. Sammy was handed a large, very creamy cake, she turned and looked at the audience as if to gain their approval before turning back to her former co-star and smashing the cake in her face before pushing it up onto the top of her head.

“Enjoy that?”

Natalie could barely respond for spitting cream out of her mouth.

“There’s plenty more where that came from. Follow me”.

Sammy led Natalie to a corner of the stage that had been designed like a kitchen. Natalie stood in the centre while Sammy walked over to a giant bucket. She picked up and tilted it towards the camera to show that it was brimming with lasagne.

“Ready?” she asked.

But once again before Natalie had time to answer, Sammy was emptying the contents of the bucket on her long, dark, straight hair. The sauce clung immediately fo her hair while lumps of pasta fell down onto her dress.

“And last but not least”, said Sammy “we need some mud!” She led Natalie to a third area of the studio where a large mud pit had been set up. She stood Natalie on the edge before forcefully pushing her in. Natalie fell back and immediately disappeared under the mud. As she emerged she was completely covered from head to toe.

Sammy rubber her hands together and walked off. The camera panned back to Natalie in the mud before Rita reappeared, she walked over and emptied a bucket of freezing cold water over Natalie before heading back to the desk.

“Wow that was great. A huge thanks to Sammy Winward for helping us out there. Right on we go to star number 6. Let’s get a reminder of the clue”.

Star 6: I have a goal, goo forfeit, though this is already a little messy

“Well Rita, we had two names suggested for this one and we can take a look at those now”.

Star 6

Lindsey Russell, Georgia Toffolo

“It seems thar one of viewers thinks this might be me”.

“Oh wow, ok, verifier, please reveal the answer”.

“Well I can reveal it isn’t me as I would hate to be gunged, again, however goo goal forfeit is indeed an anagram of Georgia Toffolo”.

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Clik here to view.Georgia walked out on stage and waved. She was wearing a long blue ball gown and her hair loose and flowing.

“I’ve been watching all these shows recently and seen all these beautiful gowns get destroyed in gunge and I wondered what the appeal was so thought I’d give it a go”, she said with a giggle.

Rita put her arm round her and as the screen lifted she walked her over to a Perspex gunge tank which had a large container of yellow and orange gunge sat above it.

“Well there’s only one way to find out. Take a seat”.

Georgia almost ran over to the tank and took her seat. The cord was on the inside so the gunging was to be self-administered.

“Whenever you’re ready Georgia”.

“Ok” she said, before taking one last deep breath and the pulled the cord.

In an instant, a torrent of viscous yellow and orange gunge came raining down on the bubbly blonde. The effect it had on her dress was clear to see. She started to play with the gunge and smear it over her gown.

As the flow of gunge receded slightly, Georgia could be heard giggling inside the tank. It was clear that she was loving the whole experience. A final spurt of gunge came out from above her and she squealed in delight as she continued to get even messier.

“Wow! What a moment! I think that dress is well and truly ruined, give it up for Georgia”, Rita encouraged the crowd as she returned to Lindsey.

“Right I guess we just have one star left to reveal, so let’s have a reminder of the clue.

Star 4: Praise my singing highly, but back it up with Indian Pale Ale

“Well Rita we had two answers for this and we can take a look at those now.

Star 4

Madison Beer, Dua Lipa

“Verifier, please reveal the answer”.

“Ok, so to praise highly is to laud, and Indian Pale Ale is IPA. Laud is backed which makes dual, so put them together for Dua Lipa”.

The audience cheered as Due was revealed she was stood behind a microphone wearing a tight black dress.

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Clik here to view.“So, that’s all we have time for tonight”, Rita said, “but we finish the show with our final messy treat. We’ve still got the buckets left over from Lisa’s original request, so here to sing us out with her smash hit IDGAM – I Don’t Give A Muck, please give it up for Dua Lipa”.

Rita, Lindsey, and a now cleaned up Sam and Lisa came out and stood surrounding the pretty singer. She looked nervous as the backing track started. She was allowed plenty of time before the onslaught began, getting through the first verse and most of the chorus. As she got to the final line of the chorus and sang the words “Boy I don’t give a muck…”, the first bucket of custard hit her, followed quickly by the next and the next.

Very soon her singing was inaudible as her brown hair and black dress were plastered in volley after volley of custard. It seemed relentless, the buckets just kept coming and completely covered the petite star until the point she was a yellow, unrecognisable blob.

As the song came to an end she could barely stand up, in part due to the slippy stage, but also due to the sheer amount of custard she was now wearing. Rita attempted to close the show, but had failed to see Lindsey stood behind her with one final bucket, just as she had finished her link and waved to camera, custard came raining down over her.

The five stars left on stage were then seen having a custard fight as the show closed. Even Lindsey seemed willing to get messy this time.

The lights faded and they all carefully made their way off stage. Despite now being covered in custard, Rita had enjoyed her presenting debut, and hoped there may be more to come.

Vicky and Maya stood on the stage as the program began.

“Welcome to the Grand Finale of Total Wipeout: Really Messy Edition, we’ve had 12 contestants battle their way through our qualifying course then six try and take on the slimey steps to gunk our guests.

But now we are down to our final three.

Who will be crowned our Total Wipeout champion?” Vicky shouted.

Maya then took over “On tonight show our three contestants have been paired up with someone who they hope will help them win the final challenge and as a reward their teammate might get to go home clean, however the two losing helpers will be joining their teammate in a final forfeit.”

The two presenters took the time to explain the final challenge whereby the three helpers would be at the top on a platform also on the platform would be three scales one for each contestant.

The aim for the contestants would be to carry up some weights and to deposit them onto the scales when enough weights are added it will cause a valve to release and the colour of gunge associated with that team will flow down onto our willing participant in the gungetank.

To make things slightly harder for the challengers not only will they have to climb out slimy slop with only the help of some rope but their opponents will be throwing slime balloons at them in an attempt to distract them. Vicky finished explaining as Maya moved on to welcome the gungetank guest.

“She had quite a time in the disgusting slop last time out it is Michelle Jenneke” the brunet athlete stepped and joined Maya and Vicky she was again wearing a skimpy bikini as she flirted with both presenters and the viewers at home before heading off to sit in her gungetank.

Michelle was looking forward to getting messy once again especially as Natalie and Vicky had both explained that the gunge was a very different substance to get covered in with Natalie describing it as more sensual, something that Michelle was keen to put to the test.

Michelle who had been prompted by Vicky to suggest an idea said “Actually Vicky I’d love it if you could join me?

What do you think everyone, should she come for a gunging?”

Vicky pretended to look shocked by this development, fooling Maya completely.

“Go on Vicky, she said as she laughed. “I can take care of the hosting by myself”

Vicky shrugged her shoulders in a defeated manner as Michelle gleefully took her hand and they walked towards the gungetank and stepped inside sitting down closely together.

After this Maya introduced the finalists and their partners.

Up first we have who is effectively our first seed having led both the qualifier and the Semi Final it is of course the amazing Jenna Coleman and her not so successful in the competition but ultimately experienced gungee and brilliant colleague to Vicky it is Natalie Sawyer.

The 33 year old actress and 40 year old sports presenter walked out onto the stage they were now wearing matching red bikinis standing together posing for the cameraman.

Natalie was happy that the producers had allowed her to wear the bikini as although it offered her little protection especially when her breasts bounced almost free as she moved quickly.

“Our next pairing contestants of a for lads mag model turn writer Keeley Hazell who took second place in the Semi Final and she is of course joined by our returning guest young starring actress Daisy Ridley.” Maya explained

The two stunning ladies walked out int their matching white micro bikini’s, Daisy was at least grateful that if she got messy this time she wouldn’t ruin her own bikini.

The amount of skin on show was something she wasn’t too keen on, even despite her nip slip in the previous show. Keeley wasn’t bothered by this thanks to her modelling history and of course it being the third time on the show she had to wear it.

Maya then announced the final paring with blonde bombshell and former Emmerdale actress Sammy Winward who scraped into the final in third place joined by the first newcomer of the program in Amy Childs.

The pair of them emerged like the other pairs in matching micro bikinis this time coloured black as the eldest of the finalists at 34 Sammy was happy to have made it to the final and was keen to avoid getting too messy.

Amy on the other hand was a little confused she hadn’t been entirely listening to her agent when she was asked and agreed to come on the show having only heard the bit about wearing a bikini she had assumed It would be something beach or pool related and not some weird messy gameshow. The 29 year old reality TV star couldn’t help but check out the other girls in their bikinis as they stood posing for the photographs.

Maya was enjoying being the presenter of the show as she went to check on Vicky and Michelle who were getting to know each other closely as they sat in the tank. Vicky ensuring to keep up the act to the camera as she put her thumbs down, Michelle meanwhile waved enthusiastically.

Once the three helpers Natalie Sawyer, Amy Childs and Daisy Ridley were in position at the top of the platform and holding onto their ammo which had been stored in net poches for them to hook over their shoulders, Maya gave the countdown for the start of the final round.

Jenna was the first to react as she moved to pick up two weights which appeared from the outside to be large tennis balls, however they had some small weights hidden inside surrounded by a soft foam padding on the outside.

As she made her way along the small pontoon which crossed a giant baked bean pool and over the to the rope swing, she tried to hold both weights but as she grappled onto the rope she let one of the weights slip from her grasp and drop below. After a few near misses finally a well-aimed throw from Daisy meant a slime balloon hit and exploded against Jenna’s chest the shock of the cold slime impacting on her made her flinch for a moment.

As a result, she let go of the rope and dropped down into the slime pit below, splashing down onto her back in the slimey white goo. Daisy didn’t relent as she continued to pelt the increasingly mess Jenna with her balloons.

Meanwhile Keeley who had also attempted to carry two weights had already fallen unstuck as she slipped off the side of the pontoon and fell face first into the baked beans, her blonde her turned orange once again as she got a second dunking, as Amy had decided to focus her aim on her.

This left Sammy trying to evade what Maya commented on as ‘rather pathetic’ throwing attempts which simply hit the ground well short of Sammy or missed by a long way directionally, Sammy had also decided to start more carefully as she took on one weight with her across the rope swing.

As the round continued Sammy was the first to climb up the slimey slope towards the platform where she could place her weight into the mechanism seeing that she would need to do this a further 7 more times, as Sammy was safe whilst on the platform Natalie attempted to throw some balloons towards her other rival Keeley.

Unfortunately for both Daisy and Natalie their pairs where now at the same point approaching the rope swing once again with two weights each now aware, they needed to catch up with Sammy.

The combined attempt from Daisy and Natalie inadvertently shot themselves in the foot as their messy balloons combined to first make Jenna slip and lose her weights but as she fell, she crashed into Keely who also tumbled sending them both down into the slime pit for the third time.

This allowed Sammy to extend her lead as she carried another weight safely across and up the ramp moving into a comfortable lead. The pattern continued with Sammy opening up a further 2 weight advantage before Jenna finally managed to get her first one onto the platform.

Keeley however had taken another hit from Amy causing her to slip on the slope outside the platform safe area and caused her to slide down into the custard moat which mixed nicely with her orange baked bean coloured skin.

The pattern of the game continued how it got off with Sammy consistently successfully navigating her way across the course and up onto the platform even when having both Natalie and Daisy aiming for her, she took several slime balloons to her face and body but her tactic of only carrying one weight and leaving a hand spare for balance was proving key.

Jenna had moved further ahead of Keeley who had still only scored the 1 successful trip, as she flung off the rope for the 6^th time and dropped down into the slime below sending another wave of white slime all up the wall.

Jenna and Sammy raced up the slope after avoiding the custard moat to bring more weights to their scales and unbeknownst to Jenna Sammy was on her last trip and so as she placed the weight into its correct position, the mechanism moved.

The roof above the gungetank opened up and the warm thick gloopy yellow gunge flowed down onto Vicky and Michelle who hugged each other to allow the flow to cover them as much as possible, with Michelle’s bikini offering little to protect her cleavage.

Vicky could feel the gunge flow inside her dress and pool in amongst her thong at the front as Michelle started to rub the gunge into Vicky’s dress clearly enjoying the feeling of it.

As the flow continued to cascade over the pair of them Maya stopped the game with Keeley lying on her back in the slime pit, and Jenna on the platform alongside the considerably cleaner and delighted Sammy.

—

“Congratulations Sammy!

I would hug you but I really don’t want to get any of that horrible mess onto my dress.

Anyway, how do you feel you are our Total Wipeout champion!” Maya exclaimed.

Sammy couldn’t stop beaming before she eventually and breathlessly said “I can’t believe it, Jenna was so strong all the way through the competition but it worked out for me today and I am so happy that I have won, but also that my charity will be getting a big donation!”

Maya then moved to commiserate Jenna and Keeley who had joined them ono the stage, she eventually sent the them of them off to be cleaned off in the showers quickly.

The gunge was still flowing down onto Vicky and Michelle thanks the machine pumping the gunge back from under the floor grate back around and into the tub above their heads, although it was no longer warm.

Maya congratulated Amy on some good throwing, along with commiserations for Daisy, she then remarked that Natalie had failed to hit either of her opponents at any time with her slime balloons which caused Natalie to look a little sheepish.

Eventually after she finished speaking to the three guests about their thoughts, she led Natalie and Daisy over to where some handcuffs were hanging from the ceiling both women were instructed to lift their arms, reluctantly doing so, Natalie meanwhile sighed being in such a familiar situation.

Once they were secure Maya stepped back away from them and a torrent of thick lumpy brown sludge cascaded down over the top of the two losing helpers, a mix of porridge, treacle, rice pudding and beans ensured the lumpy mixture felt disgusting as it cascaded over the losers hair and then down their bikini clad bodies.

Eventually the sloppy mess stopped falling onto the helpless losers as both Jenna and Keeley stepped out, they were pretty much clean but now only wearing towers wrapped around over their pussy and breasts, their long hair still damp.

“Thank you for joining us again ladies, you both lost and so also need to face a little forfeit and so will you please lift you arms up and I will place you in the handcuffs next to your partners”

Both women did as they were told, with the towel that was wrapped around Keeley quickly falling to the floor leaving her completely naked. Once they were secured Maya produced some scissors and as carefully as she could to avoid any unwanted splashing, she snipped away at the string bikini’s leaving Natalie and Daisy nude on camera.

Natalie of course almost laughed at her situation, she had got so very used to being completely exposed, Daisy however was not as comfortable, but she was happier to have the mess covering her up unlike Keeley and Jenna who had just had her towel ripped off by Maya.

Maya took great pleasuring in smashing some very large custard and cream pies into the face of the 4 helpless ladies, ensuring that they couldn’t see much. With Jenna and Keeley looking the strangest as their naked bodies were still visible as custard and cream dribbled down onto their breasts off their faces.

Once Maya was a safe enough distance away again the flow of disgustingly mixed chunky slime started up, this time flowing over all four women who were helpless to stop the slop cascading down their naked bodies with Natalie frustrated as her nipples became erect trying to hide the funny sensation she had growing amongst her.

The slime continued until all four were unrecognisable and left trying to spit it out from their mouths as Maya moved over to the gungetank which had finally stopped pouring onto Vicky and Michelle, she opened the door and let them out.

“Well thank you everyone that is all we have got time for…” Maya began to say.

“Actually, Maya did the producers not tell you?

Today’s episode has been extended” Vicky interrupted a suddenly less comfortable Maya.

“Umm, no they didn’t.

Why has it been extended?

It’s not like we have anything else to show” Maya said as she hoped she could make a quick exit noticing how she had 6 messy women on the platform with her, albeit four still tied up and being slimed.

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“Well as you may know traditionally the hosts of a show by our production company always end up getting messy, and as you noticed I have already got messy which means that I think it as you took over as host the moment I stepped into the tank.

It is only fair that you should face the hosts’ forfeit”

Maya looked stunned, she had not seen this coming at all, whilst she had been aware of the reputation of stuff like CSWL, Immerse the Nurse, Messy Countdown and even Natalie’s Xmas show she had figured that Vicky as the regular would be the one getting trashed.

When she pointed out that Vicky had been the main host Vicky was ready for her comeback, quickly stopping Maya to quote her own words back at her “I can take care of the hosting by myself” Maya knew she was snookered.

“What do I have to face?” she said in a dejected tone.

Vicky who was still dripping with gunge gleefully explained that a vote had been offered to the public to decide what the hosts forfeit should be. She told Maya that she would be taking a turn on the course used for the final.

Maya didn’t think it sounded too bad compared to what the losers were currently going through.

“You will also have a few handicaps, firstly your hands will be handcuffed in front of you, also your legs which be shackled with a chain like a prisoner.” Maya looked on in disbelief as Vicky continued.

“you’ll be fortunate that we haven’t made you wear a blindfold thanks to the health and safety department” Vicky jokingly moaned about health and safety being taken too far.

Also, finally you will be of course wearing our standard contestant uniform of our micro bikini so whilst I help sorting things out here why don’t you run along and get dressed” she said as Maya somewhat awkwardly shuffled off camera to the changing room.

By the time Maya had returned and was wearing the tiny bikini three of the four women who had been secured by handcuffs had been released, the last one who was still naked and tied up was Natalie who was being tormented by her friend Vicky.

Some of the production team secured Maya’s hands together with the messy handcuffs before applying the shackles to her legs as she made her way to the starting point near the weights, Vicky sounded the klaxon to signify Maya should start.

The naked Daisy, Jenna, Keely took arms along with Michelle and started to pelt the former host Maya with slime balloons, she barely made it part way along the pontoon before she slipped on some slime and splashed down into the baked beans below.

She squealed loudly a she disappeared beneath the surface, quickly releasing her mistake as she swallowed a bunch of cold beans, she had also lost her weight and had to return to the start.

Vicky meanwhile left the four of them destroying Maya as she turned her attention towards Natalie ware that they both now off camera, she teased her good friend as she ran her fingers over Natalie’s large breasts and down to her pussy causing Natalie to moan out.

“Release me and we can go and have some fun” she suggestively pleaded but Vicky was in control and loving it. “I think we can have some fun here instead” She moved closer to Natalie and kissed her lips as she continued to tease her pussy and using her spare hand pinch Natalie’s nipples.

“Cum for me and I’ll release you” she told the now horny Natalie.

Meanwhile the increasingly frustrated and humiliated Maya had just slipped off the rope swing and face planted into the white slime below dropping her weight yet again as more slime balloons smashed around her as the screen faded to black and the credits starting to run, with Maya being down as the sole presenter and Vicky down as a special guest.

Producers note:

Don’t forget to submit nominations for the “Celebrity Get Your Own” back themed show

So here is the first vote of the Gunge Grand Prix 2020: to decide which method will be used to gunge our ‘lucky winners’!

I’ve listed the options without any explanation; refer to the nominations page or do your own research if you wish. Hopefully this will lead to the most iconic methods rising naturally to the top.

Voting will close 10 pm on Tuesday, and the result will be announced at the same time as the 256 contestants are confirmed.

It was about an hour before the girls were due to arrive for pre-drinks and Mickey was getting ready to leave to do the final preparations at the bar.

“Do you think I should tell the others about our little surprise?” Pamela asked.

“You’re joking aren’t you! You know what Jasmine’s like. That girl couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it”.

“True. I guess it will be a nice surprise for all of them”.

“Especially Nicola! Now remember you’re all on the VIP list so don’t be late”‘.

“We won’t, the taxi is booked for 8.30 so I’ll see you later, thanks for all you’ve done for this”. Pamela walked towards the front door where Mickey stood and gave him a kiss. Mickey waved as he left the house and Pamela went upstairs to start getting ready.

About 45 minutes later, she came back downstairs wearing her blonde hair in pigtails and dressed in the baby pink frock she had selected for herself. She looked extremely cute, even if she did think so herself.

She got some drinks ready and put some music on. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door and her first two guests arrived.

Pamela opened the door, “come in ladies, oh my God, you both look stunning!”

Carly, wearing her Scary Spice outfit, with her dark hair curled and wild, was joined by Lydia who removed her long black coat to reveal the iconic Union Jack dress. Lydia had decided it was best to wear her hair in a ponytail.

“Let me get you a drink”, Pamela said, “what would you like?”

Once the three ladies had all got themselves a drink, they sat down in the lounge and started chatting. Pamela was careful to make sure the conversation stayed away from her TV gunging and Nicola. She didn’t have to wait long before there was another knock at the door. “I expect this will be Jasmine”, Pamela said.

She walked out to the hallway and opened the door, to her surprise it was Nicola that was next to arrive. Pamela invited her in, and Nicola removed her coat to reveal the black satin jumpsuit that Pamela had selected for her. Nicola paired this with some gold high heel shoes, and she wore her brown hair long and straight, with blonde highlights.

“You look gorgeous!” Pamela exclaimed.

“So do you hun!”

Pamela showed Nicola through into th living room and went to pour her a drink. While she was in the kitchen she thought excitedly to herself about the prospect of what was to come later. She text Mickey just to say how amazing this was going to turn out.

Pamela had just handed Nicola her drink when Jasmine arrived. She was wearing the blue tracksuit and had her long brown hair loose over her shoulders.

“Sorry I’m late, Craig dropped me off but we had to go back coz I forgot my phone”.

“That’s ok, you’re here now, and you look fab!”

“So do you babe”.

For the next hour and a half, the girls drank wine, took selfies and had a great catch up. They were all very excited about the night to come. Jasmine was her usual excitable self, while Carly was looking forward to chatting to a few of the boys that would no doubt be there.

“It’s great that your Mickey runs this place and puts these theme nights on”, said Nicola.

“Yeah, I know right, he’s really had fun putting this one together”, Pamela replied, trying not to sound too over excited.

The night continued and soon enough Pamela got a text to say that their taxi was five minutes away. The girls drank up, and got ready to leave. Pamela told them to leave their coats as she’d arrange with Mickey to drop them off at some point.

Within 15 minutes the girls had arrived at O’Mahoney’s, Pamela went to find Mickey to confirm the VIP arrangements and make sure everything was ready for later.

Mickey went with her to greet the girls and show them to the special VIP area. He was blown away by how stunning they all looked, particularly Nicola, who he had always taken a bit of a fancy to.

The girls took their seats and were each handed a bottle of prosecco. Shortly after, Mickey took to the stage.

“Good evening everybody and welcome to O’Mahoney’s 90s night.” The crowd cheered. “We’ll get on with the tunes for now but in just 10 minutes time, our DJ and compare for the evening, James, will introduce the first of our special events”. The crowd cheered again as the music was turned up. Pamela did her best to persuade all the girls to stay at the table at least until the first part of the show was finished.

Fifteen minutes past before the music faded and some of the lights came up. The host for the evening, James, walked out onto the stage.

“Right O’Mahoney’s, are we ready to have some fun tonight?”, he yelled. The crowded bar cheered and James continued.

“I will be your host for the evening, making sure you all have a great night. We’ve got a series of 90s themed games for you to enjoy, with some great prizes to be won and some real 90s throwbacks”.

The crowd, many of whom were already quite merry, cheered again.

“For our first game, I understand we have a very special guest to help us out, one of our VIPs in fact. Ladies and gentlemen, we have the Spice Girls here tonight!” James pointed at the table where Pamela and her friends were sat. The girls waved to the crowds around them.

“Now this is just a one player game so only one of you can take part”, James explained. “Who wants to see one of our Spice Girls on stage?”. The crowd cheered again, this time the men in the audience were considerably louder.

“Ok, now I can reveal that it won’t be scary or sporty, and it won’t be ginger”. That just left Pamela and Nicola, who was so busy pouting and waving to the crowd that she had failed to notice the coincidence of this.

“Now our spice girl taking part, let’s just say, deserves everything she might be about to get. Can we have a big hand for our very own Posh Spice, AKA, Nicola!”

Nicola looked visibly shocked. Mickey had been right all along, she wasn’t suspecting a thing. She tried to stay composed as she stood up, glanced back at Pamela and made her way onto the stage.

“Now, Posh, er, sorry Nicola, why do you think you might be up here?”

“To play a game and win a prize?” Nicola said cheekily.

“Well sort of. Does this picture look familiar Nicola?”

The screen next to the stage showed an image of a gunge soaked Pamela on Battle of the Decades. Nicola blushed.

“I’ve never seen her before in my life”, she said.

“That’s not what I’ve been told. You see ladies and gentlemen, Nicola here had been dying to see her best mate Pamela get slimed. So much so that she nominated her to appear on Immerse the Nurse. Then, when that didn’t work, she arranged this little surprise on the recent show Battle of the Decades”. Boos and hisses could be heard from the crowd.

“So right here, tonight at O’Mahoney’s, it will be less Posh Spice and more Splosh Spice!” The crowd laughed and cheered.

“Yes folks, Nicola here will be in quite the state by the end of this and as gunge was such as big part of the 90s, we’ve got plenty of it just for you, anything you’d like to say Nicola?”

Nicola stood there, in complete shock, she looked back at the table where Pamela and the other girls were sat. Pamela smiled and waved at her, Nicola still didn’t react. It was just as Mickey had thought, she just hadn’t seen this coming. How could she have been so foolish? It was obvious now, a 90s themed night, the sexy outfit. This wasn’t just an opportunity to get a big crowd in to Mickey’s bar, this was all a set up to get revenge on her.

“Ok, let’s get this show on the road, who’s ready to Nicola get messy?” The crowd responded positively, particularly Pamela and her friends.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us about this”, cried Jasmine.

“What? And risk spoiling our little surprise?”

“What’s going to happen to her?”, asked Lydia.

“You’ll just have to wait and see!”

Back on stage, a stool had been brought out and Nicola was asked to sit down. She reluctantly obliged, knowing there was little she could now do to avoid a gunging.

“Now Nicola, we’re going to start by putting you through Pamela’s experience. Now as this was on live TV, and yours isn’t, we need to make this a little more humiliating. As Pamela kindly selected your outfit for this evening, perhaps we should look after it. Could you take your jumpsuit off please?”

The audience cheered and Pamela laughed, even she wasn’t expecting that to happen. Nicola stood up and cautiously undid the zip on her outfit, before stepping out of it and leaving it on the stage. James picked it up, and tossed it to the side of the stage. Mickey could be seen picking this up, and removing it from view.

Nicola sat back down, all she was now wearing was a black bra and knickers. She was now glaring at Pamela who just shrugged her shoulders and made sure she had the perfect view of what was about to happen.

“Right, I believe the first bucket of gunge was brown? Can we have the brown gunge please?”

Mickey took great pleasure in bringing the first bucket out. He handed it to James.

“Are you ready everyone?” he shouted out to the crowd who responded loudly.

“And are you ready Nicola?” James said, in a much quieter, more sinister voice.

Nicola shook her head and looked down, she mumbled a response but this was barely audible.

“On the count of 3! 3…..2……1……”.

James picked the bucket up and poured it over Nicola’s head. Her hair was immediately drenched and the gunge flowed down onto her body. The gunge was much colder than she expected, and the look on her face was one of absolute horror. She shook her head and shuddered before trying to wipe some of the thick brown gunge from her face.

The crowd knew that more was to come and many of them were desperate tomget the best photos and videos they could. Lydia had captured everything on camera. James put the first bucket down and resumed speaking.

“Now the second gunging involved three buckets of green slime. If only we had three people to help us, do we have Lydia, Carly and Jasmine in the audience?”

The girls all jumped up and waved, they made their way onto the stage and walked past Nicola, they each collected a bucket of green slime from the side of the stage. Jasmine, being her usual excitable self was keen to go first. Following what James had done, she stood behind Nicola before rapidly upturning the bucket over Nicola’s head, immediately coating her friend in green gunge.

Lydia went next and she wasted no time either. Again dumping the contents of the bucket on her friend’s head. Finally, Carly, who admittedly felt a little sorrier for Nicola than the others walked up slowly and tentatively emptied the bucket. Carly’s slower approach only prolonged Nicola’s humiliation.

“Give it up for Nicola’s friends”, encouraged James, “though I’m not sure she’ll want to be their friend after that”. The girls made their way back to the table.

“OMG! She’s covered”, said Lydia.

“Great job ladies”, Pamela replied.

“The final part of poor Pamela’s TV humiliation was two large buckets of blue gunge”, James told the crowd, “so why don’t we get Pamela and her boyfriend Mickey up here to do the honours”. The crowd cheered as Mickey appeared on stage with two buckets of thick blue gunge. Pamela made her way up, gave her boyfriend a peck on the cheek and took one of the buckets from him.

James gestured Nicola to stand up and make her way to the other side of the stage to stand ind front of a clear plastic screen. Mickey and Pamela moved to stand either side of her, they nodded at each other before throwing the contents of the buckets over Nicola’s body. The brunette squealed at the impact of the thick blue gunge and it coated her chest and stomach.

Pamela and Mickey made their way to the centre of the stage and high fived each other before Mickey headed off. With Nicola still stood dripping in gunge, James made his way over to Pamela who was still stood staring at her friend.

“How are you enjoying it so far?”

“It’s great, it feels really good to get my revenge, and I know it’s not over yet!”

Nicola looked concerned by this comment.

“Well thanks Pamela, you’ve done you’re part for now, but if you’d like to return to your seat. I think you deserve the best seat in the house for this”.

Pamela made her way off stage, as Mickey and one of the other bar staff wheeled on a gunge tank.

“Yes ladies and gentlemen, we are making sure that Pamela has the best seat in the house, whilst Nicola has by far the worst! It wouldn’t be the 90s without a gunge tank!”

James ushered Nicola over to the Gunge tank. “You didn’t think you’d miss out on some pink gunge too did you?” referring to Pamela’s mid show pink gunging on BOTD, Nicola sighed and took her seat beneath the vat of pink gunge.

“I think we need another countdown”.

3……2…….1…….

Nicola chose to look up just at the wrong moment as pink gunge came crashing down straight into her face. As she tried to duck her head, the flow of gunge increased and continued to rain down on the pretty brunette. The pink gunge had now overwhelmed the other colours and Nicola could be seen to be a pink looking mess.

The flow ceased and the door opened. Once again, Nicola tried to wipe gunge away from her face.

“Right, time for the grand finale folks, now we can’t have Posh without Becks can we?”

A bucket full of Beck’s lager (other beers are available) was brought out onto stage. Nicola was told that inside the bucket was something “she might recognise”. She returned to the stool where she had began the show. The bucket was put down in front of her while she was blindfolded.

She put her hands in the bucket of lager and instantly felt something silky. She pulled a face of horror.

“Do you know what it is?” James asked with a smile on his face and holding a microphone out so Nicola could answer.

“It’s my outfit”, she cried.

“That’s correct, well done! Now if you could remove the blindfold please and put your jumpsuit back on!”

“What!” Nicola looked disgusted by the thought of this, she never drank beer, but took the satin jumpsuit out of the bucket, unfolded it and then started to put it on.

The outfit was absolutely dripping in beer, and Nicola in gunge, which didn’t make it an easy task. Eventually she managed to zip it up and sat down again. The gunge on her body already starting to soak through it.

“Now, we can’t fit a gunk dunk into O’Mahoney’s but a big part of the 90s was Get Your Own Back so to complete her revenge, please welcome back Pamela”.

The crowd applauded as Pamela walked back on to the stage, past her gunge and beer soaked friend.

“Pamela, why don’t you tell us one unusual fact about Nicola?”

“Well you know what James, she hates baked beans!”

Nicola shook her head and pointed her finger Pamela. Mickey walked out to his girlfriend and placed two large buckets on the floor beside her.

“Well Pamela, Nicola twice tried to humiliate you on national TV and her efforts saw you gunged in front of the nation. Tonight in front of this crowd you can seal your revenge, any last words before you get your own back?”

“Don’t mess with me!” she shouted before picking the first bucket up and pouring an enormous amount of baked beans straight over her friend’s head. Nicola looked like she was going to be sick, but that didn’t stop Pamela from picking up the second bucket and repeating the deed.

Beans streamed down Nicola’s hair and jumpsuit. She was covered in the things and now felt horrendous. She had well and truly learnt her lesson. The low cut nature of the outfit meant that beans were now making their way inside the jumpsuit and onto her gunge covered body.

Pamela took a bow and the. made her way back to her table and rejoined the others as James closed the first part of 90s night. Mickey made his way onto stage, and gave Nicola a towel before helping her off towards the back of the bar.

“I can’t believe you just did that to her”, Carly exclaimed.

“Haha, she’ll take ages to get over this to”, Pamela laughed.

“Don’t you think it was a bit much?”

“After what she made me go through, not a chance!”

Jasmine was unusually quiet and seemed to be struggling to comprehend what she had just seen. Eventually she spoke up.

“Urgh! I’d have taken the gunging, but those beans, disgusting!”

Pamela laughed again before leaving the table to go and see her friend. “Nic, you were amazing, I knew they were going to gunge you, but even I didn’t expect that!”

“But you must have known about the beans, you know I hate beans!”

Pamela just shrugged and laughed. “Ok, I guess I did know about that, but I didn’t know what they were going to do to your outfit!”

“This ain’t over”, Nicola said, sounding rather angrier than Pamela expected.

“I think we’re just about even”, the blonde replied.

“Let’s go and get you cleaned up”, Mickey intervened, as he led Nicola away from his girlfriend.

Pamela made her way back to the other girls, they didn’t see Nicola for the rest of the night. Pamela was so busy enjoying herself with her friends, that she failed to realise that Mickey hadn’t reappeared either.