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 secretaries eagerly await to find out who has been voted for in round 2. After getting pied in round 1, Annabelle has tried to clean up as best she could, with the help of a small towel, but she still has custard splatters on her hair, face, bottom and stockings (authors note: you’ll need to use your imagination for her pic below )

The camera pans to Tom who has a piece of paper in his hand. “I have the results of the stripping vote, and two secretaries will be removing an article of clothing. I think we will shortly be seeing either bras or knickers. Let’s see whose and which it will be….”

Suspense type music filled the air as the main studio lights dimmed and five spotlights beamed onto each of the secretaries.

The music came to a crescendo and three of the spotlights were switched off to leave the remaining two spotlights on Emma and Annabelle.

“Congratulations ladies, you have received the most votes. Please take off an article of clothing each”

28 year old Emma smirks as she looks down on herself to decide which garment to take off. She knew from the previous round that stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes could not be chosen. After a few seconds of thought she plumped for her tight fitting jumper and pulled the garment up and over her head before tossing it to the side. The audience gasped as this revealed her white bra.

Posh totty Annabelle sighed as this was the second time that the viewers had voted for her to strip. She knew if that trend carried on for the rest of the contest, then it could get very embarrassing for her. After a few seconds of decision making, the brunette chose to remove her blouse to reveal a white and pink patterned bra.

At that moment a large tin bath is brought on and placed on the floor. A steady stream of people, each carrying a bucket, come onto the stage and tipped the contents of their buckets into the bath before departing. It turns out that the people are all employees at the same company as the secretaries, and there is a bit of friendly banter that occurs between them and the contestants. It doesn’t take longer for the bath to be filled to the brim and it’s noticeable that the secretaries begin to start pulling faces at the potential savoury bath they may be facing.

”I have the results from vote and I can reveal that with a whopping 41% of the vote, the lucky lady is…… Emma!”

Fresh from having to take her top off, the married blonde smiles weakly and shakes her head from side to side, as she makes dainty steps towards the bath.

Emma asks Tom if she really has to get in, and Tom nods his head. With the audience cheering, Emma puts her left leg into the bean sludge and can immediately feel the tomato sauce soak into her stockinged feet and legs. She swings her right leg over the bath and plops that into the waiting beans. Gingerly, she starts to crouch and uses her hands to hold onto the sides of the bath, and gently lowers her body. The blonde grimaces as her bum dips into the slop and she could feel the sauce seeping through her skirt and knickers. Eventually she was able to sit down in the bath, with the beans level just below her bra.

Tom: “How does that feel?”

Emma: “It really is quite revolting”

Tom: “Haha! It might just be about to get a little  more messy for you!”

Emma sports a bewildered expression but soon learned what Tom had meant, as Louise had been asked to pick up the last bucket of baked beans and pour it over the head of her colleague. Emma squealed as the beans rained over her, the tomato sauce matting her blonde locks and bean sludge streaming down her face and slopping onto her upper body, causing her cleavage to fill with beans and staining her bra a mucky orange colour.

Tom turns and continues “A nice bath for Emma there. Haha! Round 3 is now upon us, and this time you are voting for who gets to pay a trip to the gunge tank. Which secretary do you want to see covered in thick green gloop?”

”And as it’s round 3, I think we may as well have 3 secretaries in line to face the stripping forfeit this time. Which 3 are you going to choose?”

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Tom: “Welcome back everyone. Let’s have a quick recap from the first 2 rounds. Annabelle has been custard pied and has had 2 strips. Emma has bathed in baked beans together with 1 strip, and finally Sarah has had 1 strip”

“Ok, so we are a third of the way through the contest with 4 rounds left. For round 3, we asked which 3 ladies should strip. In a very close and tight vote, Annabelle, Sarah and Emma were the most popular ladies, so could you three please take off a garment”

Annabelle had a choice between her skimpy bra and red skirt. There was no way she was going to choose topless over skirt-less, so started to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. This revealed a white pair of knickers, black stockings and pink suspenders which matched the pink in her bra.

Sarah had already taken her jacket off in an earlier round so had to decide on her blouse or her skirt. The giggly 21 year old knew that the guys in her office loved it when she flashed a stocking top now and again, so plumped for the skirt to go. After unzipping , gravity took over and the garment was soon around her ankles, revealing her sexy stockinged legs, black knickers and black suspenders. The brunette seemed to appreciate the attention from the audience and did an impromptu 360 degree twirl so that everyone got an eyeful.

Emma sighed as she quickly selected her baked beans sodden skirt to be the article to come off rather than her bra. Wiggling her hips, she pulled down on the skirt fabric until the garment was able to fall to the floor of its own accord. This revealed that the sexy blonde was wearing white knickers, white suspenders and tan stockings, albeit they had started to turn into a mucky orange colour due to the bean stains.

The audience cheered and applauded at the three secretaries who were now wearing considerably less than at the start. Tom remarked that Beth and Louise had so far been lucky enough to avoid any stripping forfeits and wondered whether that trend would continue for the rest of the contest. Both Beth and Louise crossed their fingers in the hope that it would.

”Onto the messy forfeit and it’s the gunge tank for one of our lovely ladies. But who is it going to be….?”

The main studio lights dimmed again, and five spotlights shone brightly on each secretary.

”Tied in fourth place with 15% of the vote each is blonde Beth and brunette Annabelle!”

Both ladies looked relieved as the spotlights that were focused on them were shut off.

”In third position with 19% of the vote is our youngest contestant, 20 year old Louise, and the runner-up is Sarah who attracted 23% of the vote.”

Another two spotlights had their beans cut, leaving just one secretary in any light.

”Which means Emma has ‘won’ the messy forfeit for the second consecutive round. After having a nice soak in baked beans, she will now get to visit our specially made gunge tank. Come with me Emma!”

The underwear-clad blonde followed Tom to a perspex walled tank which had a white plastic chair inside. On top of the tank was a compartment which made Emma gulp as she saw the bright green colour of the gunge through the perspex glass. Tom noticed Emma looking at the gunge and joked with her that he thought she would look great covered in the green icky stuff.

With a sarcastic smile, Emma stepped into the tank, turned around and plonked herself down on the chair. As she peered upwards, she could see a large nozzle protruding from the overhead compartment and pointing directly down on her. Preparing herself to be gunged in her underwear before a live studio audience and thousands of TV viewers at home, Emma shifted nervously in her seat as Tom started a countdown. When he got to zero, a loud siren blared out and the gunge started to be released. The strong flow surprised Emma as the thick green gunge splattered all over her, and quickly covered every inch of her face, hair and upper body. Her blonde hair turned from an orangey bean sauce colour to bright green clumps as the gunge matted her hair. The downpour was relentless as the audience clapped enthusiastically as they watched the secretary get absolutely covered. The tops of her legs were coated with the sticky stuff and green gungey drips made their way down the lower half of her stockinged legs. As the flow began to subside, Emma could be seen trying to wipe the muck from her eyes and slowly stood up, and stepped out of the tank. The sexy secretary had been turned into a green gungey figure as she took a bow as the audience appreciatively clapped.

“What a great gunging for Emma! We’ll be moving into round 4 after the break. This time you need to vote for the lady that deserves her knickers filled with one of my favourite desserts – yes it’s the good old Knickerbocker Glory!”

”Keeping the desserts theme, remember  the favourite desserts question I asked the ladies during round 1? Well, as a bonus we are going to serve one of the ladies with their favourite. Vote for who you think should get it…..”

“…and not forgetting the strip forfeit. I’ll be a bit kind and reduce the strips from 3 to 2 this time around. So vote now for which two secretaries should strip a garment. I think Annabelle and Emma will be hoping that they aren’t in the top two again, as it may get a little embarrassing for them. Haha! And will Beth and Louise continue to avoid any strip forfeits. Only time will tell!”

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The two blonde sisters walked into the lobby of the city centre television studio. After a brief wait in the changing room that they were shown into by the receptionist, a stage-hand led them to the currently darkened studio that was used for Immerse the Nurse. Currently inactive pieces of gunging apparatus loomed large in the shadowy space.

After the audience settled down, the jazz theme tune filled the air and the lights brightened. As before, the walls were emblazoned with brown and blue Immerse the Nurse: Season Two logos.

In the middle of the stage stood the two blonde reality stars. One had dirty-blonde hair while the other’s was more of a yellow-blonde. The pair of sisters waved to the audience. The dirty-blonde wore a white polo-neck top and figure-hugging black leggings, while the other blonde wore a green jacket over a black tank top and black jeans.

The dirty-blonde-haired woman grinned into the camera. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she called out over he cheering and applause of the audience. “Welcome to our second preview show for the Second Season of Immerse the Nurse. I am Sam Faiers.”

The lighter blonde rested her hand on her younger sister’s shoulder. “And I’m Billie Faiers.”

Sam gently shrugged her sister’s hand off. “Well, we can now announce that time is up for nominations for both our fellow hosts for this series and for possible ‘Healthy Celebrity Dunkees’. Let me tell you, there are so many ladies willing to possibly take a drop into the slop we’ve got together.”

Billie grinned. “Yes, those ladies have all been assigned a number, which corresponds to a segment on this wheel here,” she said, pointing to the revolving wheel in question which had segments numbered from one to thirty-three. “Each episode, this wheel will select who appears in the following episode. We’ll give it a spin in a minute or two.”

Sam gave the camera a cheeky wink. This evening we will reveal who our possible co-presenters are,” she giggled. “Now, there were twice as many nominees for this position as the producers were looking for. So, it’ll be put to a public vote to decide which five ladies join us to present the series.”

Billie stepped up beside Sam. “Details of that will be announced at the end of the show,” she reminded the viewers.  “Now, why don’t you  give that wheel a spin, Sam? I think it’s time to find out the pretty lady taking a dunk as we reveal who will actually be our fellow presenters for this series.”

The dirty-blonde-haired woman sashayed over to the numbered wheel and reached to the top of one side. With a grin to the camera, she pulled sharply on the wheel and set it spinning, a pointer whirring rapidly as the segments on the wheel flashed past. Eventually, the rapidly turning wheel slowed down, the segments now audibly clicking past the pointer. When the wheel did come to a stop, the pointer pointed directly at the red surrounded number four. “So, we’ll be finding out who dunkee number four is during the next episode,” commented Sam. “So, who are our ten possible co-hosts, Billie…mmmph!”

While Sam had been focussed on the large spinning wheel, Billie had sneaked off-stage and returned with a bucket in hand. As Sam had finished absentmindedly asking her question, her elder sister poured the bucket’s contents over her head. Thick green slime flowed over Sam’s long blonde locks, matting her hair to her scalp. The green goo also soaked her top, turning the white fabric translucent and revealing the outline of her bra underneath.

Billie grinned. “That look suits you, Sam!” she joked before turning more serious. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, do you want to find out who our potential co-hosts are?”

There came a roar of affirmation. Billie smiled at this. “Well, I can announce who is up for the public vote to fill out our presenting roster,” she said to the audience’s approval. “First up is actress Brooke Vincent, followed by ex-CITV presenter and Twitch streamer Danielle Nicholls. Our third prospective host is Danielle’s sister, former glamour model-turned-Twitch streamer Jodie Nicholls! Both Nicholls sisters stream using the handle Biignoobs.”

The audience were cheering the first few names that were announced, as Sam got over being slimed and came up behind Billie, wrapping her arms around her in a slimy hug. This made the older blonde squirm. The younger sister flashed a smile at the camera. “Our fourth presenter is the face of Big Brother. Yes, it’s TV presenter Davina McCall!” Sam had to yell to be heard above the noisy audience. “Next up is someone you may remember from Seinfeld, American actress Brenda Song!”

Billie leaned back into her sister’s slimy embrace. “Next up is Mexican weather-girl Yanet Garcia! Who Maxim called the world’s hottest weather-girl.” she commented. “Before we swing back across the Atlantic for BBC newsreader Sophie Raworth, followed by Good Morning Britain presenter Suzanne Reid! Back to you for the last two, Sam!”

The  darker blonde-haired woman smiled at her sister. “Thanks, Billie!” she chuckled. “Next up is BBC nature expert Kate Humble. And last but not least, also from the BBC, news presenter Mishal Husain.”

As each of the ten possible hosts was announced, a large screen showed a close-up of her face. Then, the screen showed all ten pictures beside each other.

With the photos on the screen behind them, Billie and Sam faced the camera. “Right,  ladies and gentlemen, it’s all up to you,” said Billie, smiling knowingly.

“Yes, from now, please, place your vote for the five ladies that you want to see joining us as our fellow presenters this season,” implored Sam, pointing into the camera’s view. “It’s your choice.”

They both signed off with; “Join us next weekend when we find out who has won your vote,” said the two blondes together. “And dunk this season’s first  celebrity guest. See you then, good night!”

Kate was back on stage she was wearing high heels, some tight jeans and a bright orange top she smiled at the camera as she show began.

“Hello and welcome back to the second episode of ‘Bet Your own Back’ I am of course your fantastic and wonderful host Kate Mason and we have two more celebrities who are willing to risk it in an attempt to get their chosen victim very messy indeed” she said confidently as she strode around the stage.

Behind her stood two empty cages which would soon house the two chosen victims, but only one would be getting messy thanks to the voting system designed by the show’s producers. Of course the audience members knew they would be getting two very messy celebrities come the end of the show and who got messy would be all down to their voting.

“Today’s show has two different sets of co-workers with Good Morning Britain and Star Wars their chosen workplace.”

After a little while engaging with the audience Kate decided it was time to introduce their first guest.

“Please welcome onto the stage 52 year old presenter Kate Garraway” she walked out wearing a short yellow skirt and matching top which was made from a material that looked as if it would not survive a gunging.

The two Kate’s spoke to one another before Kate Garraway explained that the reason, she was on the show was to try and get her own back on Laura Tobin.

Who she described as ‘always being prim and proper and avoiding any mess’ Kate Garraway wanted to see that change in a big way and was willing to risk herself in order to make to happen.

After this Laura was brought out by the burley security guard with her hands cuffed in front of her, she tried to smile to the audience and it was obvious she was somewhat nervous about being on the show.

Kate Garraway grinned to her friend and colleague as she was pushed into the cage and positioned so that her arms were secured to the ceiling by the security guard and then the door locked closed for good measure.

Kate Mason approached Laura and asked if she had anything to say in her defence.

“I can’t help it if I look stylish, the Good Morning Britain team do their best with all of us.

And I definitely don’t want to get messed up so that’s why I always try to avoid anything like that. Kate just seems to like it so naturally she is the one to do messy things”

“Well I’m not sure what kind of defence that is but it’s not as simple as deciding whether not Kate should get Laura messy because we of course have our second guest and she is an American with a very famous mother.

Please welcome onto the stage Billie Lourd, the daughter of Star Wars legend Carrie Fisher, she of course followed her mother into acting and they appeared together in the latest films.”

Billie walked out onto the stage, she smiled at the audience although did not look as comfortable as Kate Garraway had done so. She spoke to Kate and she explained how she was in the UK to interview for a new TV show, before eventually moving onto discussing the reason she wanted to get her own back.

“During our time on Star Wars, I kept getting pranked by one of the stars although we would hang out a lot during the filming, I was the one who always got the rough end as victim to her endless pranking.

Sometimes they weren’t so bad but things like the time she took all my clothes and towel whilst I was having a shower which meant I had to run around the set with everyone looking at my naked body looking for them like I was on an Easter egg hunt which got a laugh from Kate and the audience.

Billie who was wearing a sequined dress confirmed that she wanted to get revenge on the British actress Daisy Ridley, at this confirmation the security guard brought out Daisy who was wearing a tight green dress.

She was handcuffed like Laura before. However, she was clearly finding the situation funny as she had a massive grin on her face as she was pushed along and made to step into the cage so her arms could be secured above her head.

When Kate went to interview her, she could still barely stop smiling as she made her defence. “Well it’s all a bit of a laugh really isn’t it.

I know all the guys on the set certainly enjoyed the prank that Billie mentioned along with some of the other ones. Besides they let me get away with it because I’m clearly the best and most important person in the franchise.”

As Kate stepped away, she turned to speak directly to the audience, well you’ve heard their cases now it’s time to see who you want to vote to get their own back.

“If you want to see Kate Garraway get her own back on Laura Tobin in her own clothes vote 1, if however, you think that pulling pranks is a serious issue then you should vote for Billie to get her own back on Daisy in a skimpy bikini with option 2.”

After this Kate ended the segment of the show as they went for an advert break, giving the audience members time to select their choice.

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After a short advert break, the show starts up again and it’s Round 4 results time. Tom announces that first up is 2 more forfeit strips. Although each Secretary is hoping that they have avoided being voted for, Annabelle and Emma are particularly wishing that they are let off this time, otherwise they will have to decide between their knickers and bra as the garment to take off.

Tom: “With 28% of the vote and another outright winner of the strip vote, it’s Emma!”

Initially Emma cringed as she hears her name. She curses the rules which mean she can’t count her stockings, suspenders or high heel shoes as a garment to take off. Reluctantly she goes for her gunge soaked bra and unclasps it, keeping it covering her tits for a few seconds before chucking the flimsy garment onto the floor. The TV cameras take the chance to zoom in on her large bouncy tits before Emma smiles wryly and uses her hands to cover her modesty.

“In a close second place with 27% and receiving her first stripping forfeit its Louise!” The long haired brunette appeared visibly shocked as she obviously thought that one of the other secretaries would have been above her in the vote. Quickly she decides to remove her stripey top to reveal a purple lacey bra. As she runs her hands through her hair, her short black skirt rides up and shows her stocking tops and bare thighs.

When the cheering from the audience died down, Tom moved on to the first messy forfeit, the knickerbocker glory. “I am starting to feel a little bit sorry for the winner of this messy forfeit, because she has already ‘won’ 2 of them.”

It didn’t take long for the secretaries to work out who Tom was referring to. Annabelle had previously received a custard pieing, but it was Emma who had been the recipient of a baked bean bath and a green gunge shower.

The topless Emma moved her hands to her face in a natural ‘shocked’ reaction, forgetting she was exposing her tits once again. After realising what she had just done, she covered her tits again with her hands and braces herself. To her astonishment her office manager suddenly walks on with a conical glass in his hand. The glass was filled with a knickerbocker glory dessert.

Emma was asked to pull out the elasticated top of her knickers and her manager positioned the glass so that it was just above the gap that Emma had just created. Tom made the anticipation worse for the blonde by describing how cold the vanilla and strawberry ice cream was. Emma shuddered at the thought of her knickers being filled with the sweet stuff, and didn’t have much longer to wait, as her manager tilted the glass so that the creamy contents sluiced into her knickers. The audience giggled as Emma let out a scream as the ice cream was indeed very cold and caused quite a sensation for her. The manager ensured  the entire contents of the glass was poured in, and an uncomfortable Emma now had her knickers full of ice cream, fruit and whipped cream. As Emma squirmed uneasily on her feet, due to the dessert sloshing around in her knickers, ice cream could be seen escaping through the bottom of her knickers and slithered down her stockinged legs.

Tom turned to face the camera again “I almost forgot, but this is a bonus messy round. In a previous round I asked each lady what their favourite dessert was, and during the last advert break we’ve been holding a vote to see which lady gets a nice surprise with their favourite sweet. I have some good news for Emma….”

At the mention of her name, the blonde looked up “Not me again, surely?”

”Don’t worry Emma, I said it was good news, and you didn’t come top of the votes this time. In fact you came last attracting only 10% of the vote.”

”Thank goodness for that!” exclaimed a clearly relieved Emma.

”Coming top of the vote with 31% is the lovely…….Louise!”

The stunned 20 year old is quickly ushered to a part of the studio where there are a pair of dangling handcuffs from an overhead beam. Louise gulped hard as she had seen these in use on CSWL shows, so knew what she had to do. Raising her arms, she allowed Tom to secure her hands into the cuffs, rendering her helpless. A trolley laden with her favourite dessert, lemon meringue pies, was wheeled on and parked in front of the captive lady.

Tom invited the other 4 secretaries over to the trolley and instructed them to ‘cover’ Louise. The secretaries squealed with delight as they set about trashing Louise with pies, smearing them over her cleavage, skirt, and stockings. Beth made sure that she smushed her pies into the pretty secretaries face before wiping the pies on her hair. Meanwhile Emma seemed keen to inflict a similar punishment that she had faced and pulled Louise’s skirt up to reveal her knickers before depositing a lemon meringue pie into her knickers. Sarah giggled as she then decided to give her brunette colleague a wedgie causing the lemon dessert to go everywhere! Louise’s eyes widened to confirm that it had gone everywhere!

Tom called a halt to proceedings before the girls got even more carried away, which caused a chorus of groans from the audience.

A relieved messy Louise was released from the handcuffs, as Tom swivelled to talk into the camera.

”For Round 5, the penultimate round, you are voting for the lady you want to see get dunked in our chocolate sauce dunk tank. However I am going to be kind, and I’m giving Emma a ‘bye’ for all votes in this round as she has already had her fair share of messy and strip forfeits.”

Emma lets out a small cheer at the news.

“…and don’t forget, you are also voting for which two secretaries should remove a layer of clothing…”

“….and finally we want your suggestions for what the sixth and final messy forfeit should be. As it will be the last one of the contest, it needs to super messy! The most imaginative idea will be used, so get your thinking caps on.”

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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 familiar theme music greeted the start of round 5 of the office themed contest. Tom had the results of the latest votes in his hand, as the secretaries watched on nervously. Although Emma was topless, been gunged, baked bean bathed and had her knickers filled with dessert, she was looking a bit more relaxed than the others – purely because Tom had given her a ‘bye’ from the votes for this round, which she was very grateful for.

However, this meant there was now an increased chance for the remaining four secretaries to be voted for.

Tom began by announcing the results from the strip vote. “Another two ladies will be taking off a garment. The most popular lady by quite a way with 32% is……….. Annabelle!”

The 26 year old brunette tutted loudly as she knew she was left with a tricky decision. Stockings, suspenders or high heel shoes couldn’t be chosen, so it was a choice between exposing her tits or her muff. She opted to remove her bra, which she swiftly removed, giving the TV cameras a very quick glimpse of her naked tits, before using her hands to cover them up.

Tom continued “The other lady who will be stripping is…….Sarah who attracted 25% of the vote.”

Sarah giggled as she did a sexy twirl before slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Obviously enjoying the attention, the 21 year old teased the audience by wiggling her bottom and doing a sexy striptease dance. Tossing the blouse to the floor, this revealed a black bra which matched the rest of her black lingerie.

Walking to the side of the studio, Tom approaches a large looking object which has a drape over it. Pulling off the drape, the presenter throws it away to reveal a circular dunk tank with a plastic seat on top. Dipping his finger into the tank, he pulled it back out and licked. “Mmmmm, that’s some very sweet and thick chocolate sauce. One of our lovely ladies will soon be getting covered in it, but which one?”

More of the suspense music blared out as the main studio lights dimmed and four bright spotlights focused on each of the secretaries that were up for the vote.

”With only 14% of the vote and safe from being dunked is Louise. In third place attracting 22% is Beth who avoids the messy forfeit once again. Amassing a total of 27% is giggly Sarah which means the winner of the messy forfeit with 37% is Annabelle!”

The topless brunette cursed her luck as she was asked to join Tom by the dunk tank. She was shown to the steps at the back of the tank and the audience applauded as she made her way to the plastic seat before delicately sitting down on it, keeping her hands on her tits at all times.

Tom admired the sight before him. An attractive topless lady in stockings and knickers, sitting precariously above a dunk tank filled to the brim with chocolate sauce. It doesn’t get much better than that, he thought to himself.

Annabelle peered beneath her and saw the thick dark brown sauce. She knew she was going to be absolutely covered, and there was nothing she could do about it. Tom positioned himself next to the red button on the side of the tank and pushed firmly.

The brunette suddenly felt the seat jolt violently forward, catapulting her into the air. She was only airborne for a second or so as gravity took over and she landed spread-eagled and face down into the waiting chocolate sauce. There was some commotion in the tank as Annabelle delved beneath the surface and struggled to find the bottom of the tank with her feet. Eventually she was able to stand and re-appeared from below the surface. Her upper body now visible, with every inch slathered with chocolate. The audience particularly enjoyed the view of chocolate dripping from her nipples and from the undersides of her boobs. A very messy Annabelle gradually made her way out of the tank to rejoin Tom, and appreciated the deafening applause from the crowd and waved at the TV camera.

Tom: “That signals the end of round 5, which means we have just one more round to go. As it’s the final round, we’ve been asking for your messy forfeit suggestions. We’ll keep the poll open for a bit longer and we’ll carry out the winning forfeit in the final round. There have been some fantastic ideas so far, and I definitely wouldn’t want to be in the losing lady’s shoes. Haha!”

Lots of cheers erupted from the audience who were displaying very different emotions compared to the five secretaries who looked rather shocked at the news and were hoping that they were going to avoid being top of the polls.

”The vote is now open for which secretary you want to see face the final forfeit….”

Tom: “Of course we will be having the usual strip vote, where you choose which two secretaries lose an article of clothing…..”

Tom: “……but we also have an extra vote (it is the final round, after all!) to also choose a lady to strip to just their stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes. I’m going to call it the ‘super strip’. As Emma and Annabelle are almost at that stage anyway, then this particular vote will be between Beth, Sarah and Louise only.

The three nominated ladies had escaped pretty lightly so far, but they knew one of them was now in danger of showing a lot more of themselves on national TV than they were intending.

Polls close Wednesday 10pm (BST)

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.

Tom welcomed back the viewers after yet another advert break. The secretaries were lined up behind him, with Annabelle having had a quick shower to wash most of the chocolate sauce off from her recent dunking. Emma had also showered after receiving a ‘bye’ from all voting during the last round.

Sarah was down to her lingerie and Louise was in her bra and skirt. The one lady who had successfully avoided any strip or mess forfeits, Beth, was seemingly quite pleased at how the contest had planned out so far for her.

Tom shuffled the cards in his hand and commented it was time to reveal which two secretaries would be stripping. When their names were read out, Emma and Annabelle seemed to be expecting it as they had received the most votes for the stripping forfeits in most of the rounds.

After her ‘bye’ in the last round, Emma wasn’t so fortunate this time and there was only one more garment she could take off in accordance with the rules – it would have to be her knickers. With a half smile, the blonde bent forward slightly and grasped the sides of her knickers before starting to pull the flimsy garment down her legs until they nestled around her ankles. Stepping out of them, Emma used her right hand and arm to cover her tits and her left hand to cover her muff.

Meanwhile Annabelle was left in the same predicament with her knickers the only choice she could make. With a knowing look, the brunette turned around so her back faced the camera and slipped her fingers into the knicker elastic and pulled the garment down her shapely legs. She also used her hands and arms to cover her tits and muff before turning around again.

When the noise from the studio audience died down, Tom reminded the other three secretaries (who thought they had avoided any further stripping embarrassment) of the ‘super strip’.

”It’s between Beth, Sarah and Louise. One of you will be taking all your clothes off, although I’ll let you keep stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes on! The three ladies looked decidedly nervous as Tom drew out the announcement “With an astonishing 47% of the vote the ‘super strip’ winner is…….Beth!”

Putting her hands to her face in shock, Beth had finally received a stripping forfeit and unfortunately for her it was the worst one of the whole contest. Tom urged the blonde to get on with it, and Beth started to strip slowly. First her blouse, then her skirt. This left her in black lingerie and she hesitated as if to say ‘do I really have to continue?’ The audience answered her silent question by egging her on, and the blonde removed her bra and knickers and promptly used her hands and arms to cover her modesty.

Tom: “…and so we are at the stage when we reveal what the final round messy forfeit will be. We had 31 entries and after much deliberation the chosen forfeit is ‘naked hogtie gunge dunking’. The unlucky lady will be stripped naked, and then lie on the floor whilst her hands and feet are hogtied with rope. That rope is then attached to a pulley system. The pulley will lift the lady into the air and systematically dunk the lady in three vats of gunge. The first one is red, the second is white and the third is blue.”

All five secretaries gulped loudly at the news and they could see the waiting vats in the background.

”I can reveal that the winner of the final messy forfeit is……..Sarah!”

The lingerie clad 21 year old gasped before giggling at the news. As the TV show was running out of time, 2 stagehands ran onto the studio floor and asked Sarah to strip. The brunette sexily took her bra and knickers off to reveal her tits and shaved muff. Proceeding to kneel, before lying flat on the floor, the stagehands hogtied her hands and feet, and attached the pulley.

The secretary was promptly lifted into the air and moved above the first vat. Her bouncy tits wobbled around comically when the pulley was in motion. Sarah squealed as she was lowered into the waiting thick red gunk. Her whole body delved completely under before she was pulled out. Her whole body now dripping with red gunge.

Onto the second vat, and this contained a white viscous gunge and Sarah emitted another squeal as she was dunked fully in. When she was lifted out, the white gunge had mixed with the red gunge to cause a pink gunge effect.  The pulley continued onto the third vat, and this time the lowering wasn’t as gentle as the others, and Sarah hit the blue gunge at speed causing a few blue gunky waves to spill over the side of the tank. Once delved under the surface for a couple of seconds, the now bedraggled Sarah was pulled out and returned to the studio floor, where the stagehands disconnected the rope from the pulley.

A thoroughly sploshed Sarah was left hogtied on the studio floor and she received a final surprise as her manager walked on with two custard pies, slapping one in her face and spanking the other on her bottom.

The camera panned to Tom who only had a few seconds left to finish the show “I hope you enjoyed the return of Slapstick Secretary. Due to popular demand, another episode has been commissioned, so watch this space…”

 
Kirsten O’Brien recounts her Gunk Dunk experience, no doubt curling the toes of many of our contestants as they brace for the results of the second round. Who gets a reprieve at this pivotal phase of the contest, and who moves a step closer to that vat of slop…?

And the results are in! Overwhelmingly, this was a round where the group winners cemented their supremacy (to be expected, though perhaps not to such a degree). However, four runners-up did make it through this second-chance saloon (including the biggest landslide, interestingly). We can be assured that the next round will be a clash of the big beasts (and we’re not just talking about the jostling inside Lucy Pinder’s top). Stay tuned!

 
Amanda Seyfried 84 − 65 Alissa Violet
 
Jennifer Lawrence 84 − 65 Pixie Lott
 
Alexa Bliss 88 − 65 Selena Gomez
 
Georgia May Foote 98 − 35 Tina O’Brien
 
Holly Willoughby 77 − 66 Perrie Edwards
 
Ariana Grande 90 − 50 Amy Adams
 
Hayley Atwell 82 − 54 Lily James
 
Laura Whitmore 68 − 61 Kat Dennings
 
Rachel Stevens 72 − 59 Natalie Sawyer
 
Natalie Dormer 92 − 36 Ellie Goulding
 
Emilia Clarke 83 − 54 Una Healy
 
Laura Tobin 76 − 51 Laura Robson
 
Anna Kendrick 90 − 63 Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge
 
Felicity Jones 76 − 55 Brooke Vincent
 
Lana del Rey 27 − 112 Daisy Ridley
 
Gal Gadot 100 − 37 Paige
 
Scarlett Johansson 104 − 48 Demi Lovato
 
Mollie King 102 − 54 Becky Lynch
 
Louisa Johnson 81 − 47 Frankie Bridge
 
Sian Welby 79 − 52 Lucy Fallon
 
Michelle Keegan 99 − 51 Ariel Winter
 
Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex 90 − 74 Emily Blunt
 
Dua Lipa 79 − 42 Nina Dobrev
 
Rachel Riley 91 − 40 Dianna Agron
 
Emma Stone 104 − 31 Gemma Arterton
 
Katherine Ryan 72 − 52 Maura Higgins
 
Aisling Bea 56 − 75 Alison Brie
 
Chloë Moretz 57 − 106 Sam Quek
 
Brie Larson 94 − 75 Sophie Turner
 
Kelly Brook 62 − 65 Lucy Pinder
 
Katherine McNamara 89 − 61 Jessica Ennis-Hill

Tomorrow is a leap day, but the only reason these ladies will be down on bended knee is to beg you not to send them for a leap into the gunk! Relish the power.

Polls close Thursday 5^th March, 10 pm.

1. Natalie Dormer vs Laura Tobin

 

2. Holly Willoughby vs Sam Quek

 

3. Gal Gadot vs Katherine McNamara

 

4. Louisa Johnson vs Emma Stone

 

5. Rachel Riley vs Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex

 

6. Dua Lipa vs Scarlett Johansson

 

7. Amanda Seyfried vs Georgia May Foote

 

8. Rachel Stevens vs Daisy Ridley

 

9. Brie Larson vs Michelle Keegan

 

10. Lauren Cohan vs Sian Welby

 

11. Alexa Bliss vs Mollie King

 

12. Hayley Atwell vs Katherine Ryan

 

13. Emilia Clarke vs Ariana Grande

 

14. Felicity Jones vs Alison Brie

 

15. Anna Kendrick vs Laura Whitmore

 

16. Jennifer Lawrence vs Lucy Pinder

(https://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2020/02/24/bet-your-own-back-episode-2-introductions/ Part 1)

Kate mason stood on the main stage, she was still wearing the same high heels, skinny jeans and top combination from the introduction part of the show, she smiled at the audience as she welcomed the viewers back.

“Hello, welcome back to the show we will be finding out shortly which of our celebrity guests have successfully convinced the audience they deserve to get revenge on someone.

Will it be Kate Garraway who wants to get Laura Tobin messy in her own outfit?” the camera cut away to show Kate standing in her yellow skirt and top before panning over to show Laura in her yellow top and leather skirt still chained up int the cage.

“Or will it be Billie Lourd getting revenge on Daisy Ridley for many pranks during their times filming Star Wars?”

Billie looked nervous; she was clearly hoping to win whereas Daisy was still looking very happy as she rattled her chairs in the cage when the camera came onto her.

Kate continued to explain the rules of the game and then she walked over the gunge ramp and showed it off, explaining that either Daisy or Laura would be taking a ride on it.

“It is now time to reveal the outcome of the voting.

Early on our audience seemed to want one woman to win by a landslide, however things eventually started to close up before the polls switched on their heads and as a result I can confirm that with a narrow margin and 53% of the votes overall…

Kate Garraway will be getting to see Laura on the gunge ramp!” Kate shouted out, as she did so Kate cheered wildly, both Billie and Laura shook their heads in disbelief.

Eventually Kate spoke to the two losers and discussed how they were feeling at the prospect of getting messy, which it was clear neither was keen on.

After Daisy was released from the cage, she and Billie were sent off stage to the changing area so that Billie could put on the micro bikini she had selected for Daisy preshow, devasted that she would have to wear it on camera herself.

Laura meanwhile was led out of the cage and towards the gunge ramp.

As Laura sat nervously on the seat at the bottom of the ramp, she looked around hopelessly trying to distract herself from the large thick gunge pool that sat in front of her, waiting patiently for its victim to come crashing down with a splash.

She could hear the audience chanting, it was clear that they wanted to see her getting completely trashed, and it was now closer than ever.

Kate Mason spoke to Laura directly “Now we aren’t completely horrible here on this show, but Laura would you mind telling our audience what outfit you have to go home in after the show assuming that you lost, as you did and couldn’t go home in your first outfit?”

Laura initially looked a little concerned as she wondered where Kate was going with the question, however she did answer it “White jeans and a colourful flowery top” and after prompting from Kate “A purple thong and no bra” which left the meteorologist a little red faced having to talk about her choice of underwear on the show.

After this Laura was shocked however when Kate opened up a bag and revealed the exact items Laura had just mentioned.

“Now as I said we are not outfit mean, Laura you are going to be getting messy in our gunge pit, but you can save your going home clothes from a messy fate. All you have to do is to answer three questions correctly and you will be able to save all three items, as for every correct answer you can choose to save one”.

Kate couldn’t be smirk evilly at the face Laura pulled when she realised she might end up having two outfits ruined at the same time, she was certainly warming to her role as the presenter.

Laura was asked the first question and the sexy weathergirl grimaced as she had no idea what Kate had asked, she gave a timid guess and was not surprised to find out that she had guessed the answer incorrectly.

She was then asked to pick an item that she would not want to save, and after a short pause decided on her purple thong, hoping that if she at least got the next two questions correct she could still go home completely covered up albeit commando.

Kate picked up the thong and flicked it through the air so that it landed and floated on top of the thick skin on top of the gunge pit in front of Laura, she couldn’t keep her eyes off her underwear as her face further reddened, this was on heightened when the chair was slowly cranked up the the ramp to the second tier.

Her hope of going home in clean clothes was short lived when the second question got asked, again Laura did not know the answer and so fearing the worst she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Kate laughed at the poor attempt to answer the question and therefore told Laura to select a second item to discard.

After much thought and deliberation Laura decided to discard her flowery top in order to potentially save one of her favourite jeans, which she doubted would survive the gunging, like with the thong before Kate picked it up and carelessly discarded it into the gunge pit where it too floated on top due to the lightweight nature of it.

Laura put her hands over her eyes as she felt the chair being cranked up for the second time, she was now only one step away from the top and the gunge pit was looking even more menacing from the greater height.

Kate then moved on to asking the third and final question, Laura smiled she was confident she knew the answer finally and so proudly shouted out her response. “Well done Laura, that is…Incorrect” Kate said gleefully as she saw Laura’s face shift from relief to despair. Kate then picked up the white jeans and flung them into the gunge pit as well joining Laura’s other going home clothes.

As Laura shook her heard in disbelief at getting the answer wrong things got worse as she was lifted up to the final step on the ramp which set off a loud klaxon. She looked around nervously and expected the chair to move forwards however instead a torrent of thick gloopy white slime cascaded down onto her head from above.

She made the natural mistake to look towards the source of the substance ensuring that she took a white slime facial much to the two Kate’s amusement. Laura felt the substance flow down the front of her face and flow inside her yellow top, before long the top was being dragged down showing more of the weathergirl’s cleavage.

Finally, the slime above her head subsided, however this was not necessarily good news for Laura as she wiped her eyes clear only to realise the chair had began to move down the ramp and she looked on in horror as the gunge pit grew closer and closer.

After a quick launch down the ramp the chair flung Laura off the end and she flew through the air, arms and legs flailing as she made an unsophisticated impact with the gunge, a wave of murky brown and red gunge sped across the pit hitting the side as Laura disappeared under its surface.

She had managed to land on top of her spare clothes ensuring that they were dragged under the surface as well for total coverage, when she reappeared spluttering having managed to swallow some of the gunge as she screamed her way into the pit, she looked nothing like the usually pristine meteorologist she portrayed.

The audience cheered wildly as they enjoyed seeing Laura getting dunked into the disgusting looking pit of gunge, Laura was trying to clear her eyes once again as she threw the ruined spare clothes out of the pit towards the two Kate’s who managed to dodge out of the way.

Laura was taken by surprise when more green and blue gunge fell on her from above as she lost her balance on the slippery floor and disappeared under the surface one again, the blobs of gunge could be seen dribbling down her face after she managed to regain her balance as Kate Mason spoke to her.

“Well Laura you have lost today and Kate here has managed to get you gunged.

In addition to that you have lost the ability to wear your own clean clothes home. However, I’ve got an offer you for, I will let you wear my spare clothes home if you are willing to come back on the show and help me out during the introductions for episode 3?”

Laura considered her options and decided she really didn’t have much choice, knowing that it wasn’t exactly a short journey home from the studio and therefore wearing her own messy clothes didn’t sound very appealing.

Whilst she was cautious about reappearing on the show, she was hopeful helping with the introductions would be better than riding the gunge ramp and so agreed to Kate’s terms.

Kate turned to Kate Garraway and asked how she was feeling.

“Ecstatic, I can’t say exactly how much I’ve enjoyed seeing Laura getting messy but this has been a brilliant day and I know all the crew at Good Morning Britain will be keen to see it again and again”

“So, we have had one great gunging thanks to Kate Garraway who was successful in getting her own back on Laura Tobin.

However, we now have to see what happens when you FAIL to get our own back.

With Daisy Ridley getting to trash up her Star Wars co actress Billie Lourd, who will be wearing the micro bikini that she picked out for Daisy to wear if she had won the bet, please welcome them both back out onto the stage.” Kate shouted.

Daisy walked out grinning as she still wore her tight green dress, Daisy however looked a bit scared s she walked out behind Daisy and headed towards Kate Mason who was now standing in front of a large wooden stockade.

Billie was instructed to position herself so that her head and wrists were in the wooden slots, after this Kate brought the other half of the stockade down and secured Billie in a standing position but bent over so that her breasts and bum were sticking out at either end.

Her purple bikini offered very little protection, something that Billie was all too aware of as the eyes of the audience focused intently on her, she was annoyed to have lost especially seeing as unbeknownst to the audience or crew it had in fact been Daisy’s idea and she had managed to convince Billie to nominate her as she assumed because she was a big star the audience would vote to gunge her.

Billie however was now going to suffer to Daisy’s assumption as she saw her friend approach with two custard cream pies the first one, she brought up and pushed gently into Billie’s face, she lost sight but tensed up as she felt the slimey mess dribbling down from her face. The second pie was plonked down on top of Billie’s head by Daisy.

Daisy and Kate picked up some more pies between them with banana, chocolate being the most common ones and smashed all 8 into Billie’s face and breasts ensuring she was completely covered from the front.

After this Daisy grabbed a large tub of baked beans and with Kate’s help they held it aloft and slowly poured the savoury substance onto the top of Billie’s head and allowed the baked beans to slowly flow down the arch of her back coating her in the tomato juice as the beans slid off the end of her bum.

Billie was helpless as the two women repeatedly slammed pie after pie into her bum, eventually spanking her ass as they did so it caused her to cry out. Billie learnt things were going to get worse when savoury meat pies were smashed into her face and the chunky innards rubbed into her hair and then breasts for good measure.

After this Kate told Daisy to step back and when they did so two stormtroopers marched out and unlocked the stockade, they then took hold of the sloppy Billie who was a mix of colours and handcuffed her arms together, they forced her to walk towards the cage that Daisy had been secured in previously.

In the other cage stood a gunge covered Laura who was now wearing her formerly white jeans and flowery top, also handcuffed and secured to the cage with a chain. The two stormtroopers took aim facing towards their chosen cage and began firing.

Gunge sprayed out powerfully of the blasters and covered the two helpless women with a thick red coloured gunge, they squirmed against their bonds as they tried hopelessly to avoid the messy onslaught.

Eventually the camera cut away to Kate who was grinning wildly.

“Thank you for joining us for another instalment of ‘Bet Your Own Back’ we have two very gungey losers today and two very happy winners” in the background the stormtrooper in front of Laura’s cage seemed to be focused on spraying her crotch with the powerful gunge jet causing Laura to make interesting noises.

“I would like to say a big thank you for the four ladies who have been great sports, and we’ll be back soon with episode 3.

Oh and I’ve been told you can send it your suggestions for Laura, and we’ll take the best and make her do them in the introduction to episode 3” Kate finished waving to the camera as she turned back to join Daisy and Kate Garraway watching the stormtroopers torment Billie and Laura.

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.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Nikki was at home lounging on the sofa, remote control in hand and flicking through TV channels.

The buxom brunette happened to stumble across a repeat of an old CSWL show. It was almost at the end of the programme and both Celebrity fans had received a messing and the tables were about to be turned on the show’s presenter. Nikki chuckled as she watched the presenter first get pied and then unceremoniously thrown into a vat of chocolate sauce.

The estate agent-turned-TV presenter sighed to herself as the credits started to roll. It had been some time since she last had a booking to appear on TV, and that was to co-host the Charity Gunge show.

Drumming her fingers on the armrest, she picked up her phone and called her agent.

“Hey Abbey, how are you doing?”

“Not bad Nikki. I am glad you phoned me as I was planning on calling you tomorrow.”

“Really! I hope you have some work lined up for me.”

“Yes, I have received an offer. Quite a unique offer in fact. But before I give you all the details, do you like cruises?”

“Err I guess so. I’ve never actually been on one before, but I guess I would like it”

“That’s good to hear. If I told you that I have an offer for you to go on a cruise and you don’t have to pay a penny!”

“Wow, that sounds great”

“It gets better, what if you actually get paid to go on a cruise”

“Surely you are joking. Someone wants to pay me to go on a cruise. Where do I sign?”

“The only stipulation is that you will be part of the entertainment. I’m going to email you over a flyer which will give you the jist of what you will have to do. They are booking a load of other ladies to be the entertainment as well, but they have specifically asked for you as you have ‘celebrity’ status. So, have a read of it and give me a call back to tell me what you think.”

Nikki immediately went into the emails on her phone and the email from Abbey popped up. She opened it, and there was a PDF attachment, which she began to read.

As she read through, she was initially shocked at what she would be asked to do. But then she started to think of how sexy she would feel with gunge dripping of her, whilst lapping up the Caribbean sunshine. Her many appearances on CSWL type shows had made her gain a fondness for getting messy and in truth, she didn’t really mind getting messy at all. Although she didn’t like the sound of the mud wrestling as she didn’t particularly like getting covered in sloppy mud. After deliberating for a few minutes, she called Abbey back and said “I’m up for it! Tell them I accept!”

Coming Soon: Nikki’s adventures at sea!

More vintage footage emerges, instilling in our 32 celebs those same butterflies that Emma felt all those years ago, as they wait to hear the results of the 3^rd round…

It seems that Rachel Stevens’ WAM stock has declined since 2009, for the arch-gungophobe is mighty relieved to learn she has not progressed to the final sixteen. Nor have any other singers. Lads who read mags will be disappointed to see that Lucy Pinder’s double-Gs are staying squeaky-clean, and it is surely to Her Majesty’s displeasure that Meghan gets a royal pardon from the gunk. One Brie goes past her sell-by-date, while the other stays ripe for a gunging. For Laura Tobin, the outlook is decidedly fresh and dry, but for Rachel Riley, the numbers game does not look good. Katherine Ryan has the last laugh, while Emma Stone gets another stonking 100+ score.

Oh, and thank bloody goodness, Holly Willoughby is out (sorry to her fans).

Natalie Dormer 95 − 63 Laura Tobin

Holly Willoughby 63 − 90 Sam Quek

Gal Gadot 98 − 37 Katherine McNamara

Louisa Johnson 31 − 106 Emma Stone

Rachel Riley 89 − 59 Meghan Markle, Duchess of Sussex

Dua Lipa 45 − 88 Scarlett Johansson

Amanda Seyfried 56 − 80 Georgia May Foote

Rachel Stevens 63 − 83 Daisy Ridley

Brie Larson 74 − 67 Michelle Keegan

Lauren Cohan 56 − 71 Sian Welby

Alexa Bliss 71 − 69 Mollie King
(This one was on a knife-edge all the way through)

Hayley Atwell 81 − 57 Katherine Ryan

Emilia Clarke 77 − 66 Ariana Grande

Felicity Jones 74 − 61 Alison Brie

Anna Kendrick 83 − 56 Laura Whitmore

Jennifer Lawrence 91 − 51 Lucy Pinder

And so, as that date with the dunk tank draws closer, our remaining contestants wait to find out who their partner will be in the fourth round, praying they get paired with someone more slopworthy than themselves. Stay tuned…

Polls open in what is the penultimate round of voting, with some pairings that will surely make you groan (though not as loudly as the contestants when they see the tank being filled).

Polls close Friday 13^th March (unlucky for some), 10 pm.

1. Hayley Atwell vs Jennifer Lawrence

 

2. Natalie Dormer vs Rachel Riley

 

3. Georgia May Foote vs Emma Stone

 

4. Daisy Ridley vs Anna Kendrick

 

5. Felicity Jones vs Emilia Clarke

 

6. Sian Welby vs Sam Quek

 

7. Alexa Bliss vs Brie Larson

 

8. Scarlett Johansson vs Gal Gadot

 

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.

Back in 2013, British girl band Little Mix appeared on Radio 1 and played a game called Pie Tennis. After victory in the game, the girls, minus the ill Jade Thirlwall had the chance to pie DJ Matt Edmondson. Years later, Radio 1 bosses invited the girls back for a rematch. This time all four of them were able to attend, and they would be taking on Matt, and his new co-host Mollie King.

“Please welcome to the studio, Little Mix!” Matt said as cheers were heard throughout the studio.

“Now girls, I understand you are up for a rematch of Pie Tennis?”

“Yes!!” squealed an excited Perrie Edwards.

“I didn’t get to play last time, so I’m very excited”, Jade said.

“We pied you good!” Leigh Anne laughed, referring to the previous game.

“Well girls, this time I think it will be different, I’ve got Mollie to help me, and this time I think you will be the ones getting pied”.

“I hope not”, said Jesy.

“Right”, said Mollie, “lets get on with the game. The first round will be Matt against Perrie and Jade. Let’s find out the first category”.

Mollie pressed a touch screen and the first category was announced:

Modes of Transport

The girls started and the answers flew backwards and forwards. As the pressure ramped up, they were struggling to remember what answers had gone.

“Scooter”, said Matt

“Bus”, said Jade. A buzzer sounded.

“I’m afraid we’ve had bus already”, said Mollie, “so we win Round One”.

“Great”, said Matt, as the chart topping girl band started to look a little more concerned. “Right, next up it’s Mollie versus Jesy and Leigh-Anne, let’s see what the category is”.

Matt pressed the screen and the voice over announced the second round.

Girl Bands

This time it was Mollie to start, she began with her own former band, as the game played out.

“The Saturdays”

“Little Mix”

“Spice Girls”

“Girls Aloud”

“Sugababes”

“Er, All Saints”

“B*Witched”

“Atomic Kitten”

“Destiny’s Child”

“En Vogue”

“Er, oh, er, I don’t know”. The buzzer sounded and the Little Mix girls laughed. It was now 1-1.

“Ok, let’s play a song, then we’ll some back with the decider, this is all getting a bit tense”, said Matt.

Touch, by Little Mix, was played, and as it faded out, the game was reintroduced. “So, it’s 1-1 in this Matt vs Little Mix Pie Tennis rematch”, said Mollie, “so in this deciding round Matt can choose which two members of the band he wants to take on”, Mollie explained. “Remember if Matt loses, he gets four pies in the face, but if the girls lose, we get to pie Little Mix!”

“Who you gonna pick then?”, Leigh Anne asked.

“Well”, pondered Matt, “I’ll go for Perrie, as I seem to remember she struggled with this game last time”.

“Hey, that’s not fair”, said Perrie.

“It’s true though, and with Perrie, I’ll pick Jade”.

“And why’s that? You saying us Newcastle girls are thick Matt?”

“No, I’ve chosen you because you didn’t play last time”, Matt responded.

Jade stuck her tongue out, as Mollie got ready to reveal the category.

“Ok guys, this is the decider, remember losers get pied, and I don’t want it to be us, let’s see what the category is”.

Radio 1 Breakfast DJs

Matt cheered as the girl band members looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. It was their turn to start and Perrie kicked things off.

“Greg James”

“Nick Grimshaw”

“Chris Moyles”, Jade said.

“Tony Blackburn”

“Oh, I know, Chris Evans”, Perrie shouted.

“Zoe Ball”

The two Geordie singers looked at each other, and shrugged again.

“We don’t know”, Perrie whined. “Looks like you’ve won”. The girls admitted defeat as the buzzer sounded.

“That means that Matt and I are the winners”, Mollie declared.

“That also means that Little Mix are getting PIED!” Matt said, with a grin on his face.

The girls all stood around shaking their heads, as some protective robes were brought into the studio, along with some flan cases and cans of cream.

“Right, let’s play a couple of songs while we get the studio ready, and when we come back, you’ll be able to go online and watch live as all four members of Little Mix get pied!”

As the music kicked in, a few nervous squeals and murmurs could be heard in the background. As the music continued to play, the girls were lined up, and each given a black robe to protect their clothing, they were given no face or hair protection.

As the second of two songs finished, Maya Jama was now in the studio and welcomed listeners back as well as viewers that were watching online.

“Ok, the time has come”, said Maya, “let’s see how the Little Mix girls are feeling, “Jesy?”

“I’m not looking forward to this!”

“Leigh Anne?”

“I think this might be quite fun! It’s only a bit of cream eh”.

“Well, I believe you’re up first Leigh, and Mollie is going to do the honours”.

“Sorry Leigh Anne”, Mollie said, picking up the first pie. Leigh Anne smiled, pushed her long dark hair back and then closed her eyes.

Mollie pushed the pie square into the singer’s face before smearing it around a little to ensure complete coverage. As she moved the casing away from Leigh Anne’s face, the extent of the coverage could be seen. Leigh Anne was laughing hysterically.

Lumps of cream fell from her face onto the protective robe. Her face was covered in cream, but she seemed to be enjoying the whole thing and continued to giggle.

“Wow”, said Maya, “and we’ve still got three to come. Over to you Matt, I believe you are pieing Perrie first?”

“That’s right, and I’ve waited seven years for this. Now, last time Perrie smashed her pie right in my face, so it’s time for some revenge!”

Perrie looked extremely anxious as Matt large creamy pie in front of her. Before she had time to compose herself he smashed it into her face, before pushing it up to rest on top of her head. Perrie’s face was covered, and the top of her head hadn’t faired much better. There seemed to be more cream than on Leigh Anne’s pie and Perrie did not look too impressed. She did her best to wipe some of the cream away. Leigh Anne looked across at her band mate and started laughing again. This eventually set Perrie off laughing too.

Next up was Jade, Mollie was already waiting to plant the pie in her face. “Are you ready Jade?”

Jade did her usual thing of sticking her tongue out. Mollie was much more gentle than Matt, she carefully placed the pie in Jade’s face, but still did enough to ensure full coverage. Jade managed to avoid getting much cream in her hair, but had large clumps of it hanging from her face. She too started laughing. Jesy was now the only clean member of the band, she had seen what the others had been through, and still wasn’t too keen on the idea herself.

Maya introduced the final part of this messy forfeit, as Matt took what looked to be the largest of the four cream pies. Just as he had done with Perrie, Matt explained how Jesy had pied him the first time around.

“Now Jesy, you seemed to enjoy this the most last time. Not so sure you’re looking forward to this, but I seem to remember you kept smearing pie all over my face, two maybe three times even, so get ready for some revenge”.

“Oh God”, Jesy said, clearly worried about what was to come.

Matt then went for it. He pushed the pie across Jesy’s face, covering her whole face, before making sure that all the cream was used and smearing it across Jesy’s long dark hair.

As the pieing finished, the girls were assembled for some photos for the web and social media.

Their faces were all completely covered, though Perrie and Jesy were much messier with cream in their hair too. Another record was played and the girls were handed towels to start cleaning up.

As the song finished. The girls were still in the studio, and were asked how they were feeling,

Leigh Anne said “I quite liked it, it was fun getting creamy!”

Jade was next “it was ok, not as bad as I thought, but I think we got off lightly”

Perrie interrupted “I didn’t, he got it all in my hair and everything, urgh, this will take ages to clean!”

Jesy was last to speak up “it was much better pieing someone than being pied”.

Leigh Anne and Perrie agreed. The girls were thanked for being such good sports, and for being willing to get messy. The feature finished with Jade who said “well, that’s one all, so maybe we need a decider some time”.

“Yessss”, the other girls agreed. The producers were seen scribbling some notes down, as plans for a decider got underway.

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 – so after a short break, decided to resume writing. This story is the long awaited aftermath of Battle of the Decades, and after losing out to her co-star Lucy Fallon in Cakey Skate, and getting a thorough gunging. Tina O’Brien has decided to get her revenge, hoping that Lucy won’t suspect a thing now she has left the cobbles. The story starts in a TV studio in Manchester.

“Hello, and welcome to Everything Saturday Night, the brand new show that combines music, guests, games, and everything you know and love from Saturday night telly. I’m your host for the next six weeks, Paddy McGuinness”.

Tina could here this introduction as she waited backstage, she couldn’t believe that she had managed to get so many people on board for this hoax TV show to set up Lucy Fallon and get her post Battle of the Decades revenge.

Paddy continued, “we’ve got a great line up for you tonight, but more on that later, to kick things off, we’ve got a real treat. Former Coronation Street star Lucy Fallon, who won ITV’s All Star Musicals, is here, and she’s going to sing Don’t Cry for me Argentina, so please give her a warm welcome, ladies and gentlemen, Lucy Fallon”.

Lucy emerged wearing a long red satin gown, which showed off her cleavage, and her long blonde hair was curled and flowing down in front of her left shoulder. She looked stunning and sounded even better as she belted out the classic song in front of the studio audience. Tina was stood listening backstage, she wished she could sing like that.

As the song reached its crescendo, Lucy’s voice sounded better and better. She was really pulling out all the stops, clearly keen to impress any West End producers that might be watching now that she had departed from Coronation Street. Of course, she hadn’t realised, that this wasn’t a real Saturday night show.

As the song finished, Lucy stood centre stage, smiling and waving as she received a well deserved standing ovation. It had to be said that this was an elaborate set up for what was quite a simple revenge plan. Tina had asked that, as the cameras were rolling, the prank could be featured as part of another show instead, and the TV bosses thought this was a great idea.

As Lucy continued to soak up the applause (not knowing that it wouldn’t be the only thing she’d be soaking up that evening), Paddy walked back onto the stage. He walked over to where Lucy was stood and encouraged the audience to give her one more round of applause.

Once he got to Lucy, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, and welcomed her to the show. He proceeded to chat to her about her interest in music, her time on Coronation Street and what she wanted to do now she had left. The interview was very natural and Lucy suspected nothing at all. Tina was still stood backstage, she glanced down at the buckets of gunge around her.

Back on stage, the conversation took more of an unexpected turn, for Lucy at least, when Paddy asked her about her recent appearance on Battle of the Decades.

“Now Lucy, before you head off, there is one other thing I wanted to ask you about”.

“Sure”.

“You recently took part in Battle of the Decades, how was that?”

Lucy was a little surprised by the question. “Erm, yeah, it was great fun, if a little messy, I got off pretty lightly though”.

“You certainly did, I think we’ve got a couple of clips here. Here’s the first”. A VT was played of Lucy being pied by Tina.

“Ooh, look at that pie!”, said Paddy enthusiastically. “Here’s a second clip”. Another VT played, this time of Tina in the gunge tank, firstly being gunged from above, then Lucy throwing a further bucket at her.

“Poor Tina”, said Paddy,

“I know, I really felt for her, she was covered”.

“Well you can’t have felt that bad, you were responsible for half of it. Lucy laughed.

“I guess so”, she said.

“Well, Lucy…Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, there’s something you need to know”. Lucy’s face suddenly changed to a look of concern. “Tonight’s show doesn’t really exist. There is no Everything Saturday Night, and we have another guest here who has helped us organise it all. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Tina O’Brien.

The audience cheered and the doors at the right of the stage opened to reveal Tina O’Brien. She was stood with a beaming smile on her face, and her arms folded. She was wearing a black two piece suit, with leopard print top. Lucy looked shocked to see he former co-star stood there. Tina made her way over to Paddy and Lucy.

Paddy gave Tina a hug and welcomed her to the show.

“Now Tina, perhaps you’d like to tell the audience. and more importantly, Lucy, what you are doing here?”

“Well Paddy, I never quite got chance to get revenge on Lucy for gunging me before she left Corrie, so I wanted to arrange something especially for her, but make sure that everyone sees it”.

Lucy gulped. She stil didn’t quite know what was to come, but had a pretty good idea.

“Yes that’s right folks. And as this is Everything Saturday Night”, Paddy said, “you can’t get more Saturday night than a bit of gunge!”

The crowd cheered and Lucy looked petrified. The doors on the opposite side of the stage opened to reveal a gunge tank, a paddling pool and five buckets. Lucy looked across, then looked at Paddy, them looked down at her dress.

“Ok fine”, she said reluctantly, “but can I at least get changed first, I love this dress”.

“No you can’t!” Tina said firmly, as Paddy ushered the ladies to follow him over to the gunging area, and gesturing towards the paddling pool.

Lucy let out a little whine, kicked off her shoes, and stepped into the paddling pool. A stage hand brought out a wooden stool which was placed behind her and Lucy sat down. She was visibly shaking. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She looked at the tank, and then at the five buckets beside the paddling pool, and realised there was no way out of this, and no way she wasn’t going to get completely covered.

Paddy took two steps forward to do a final piece to camera before the events could begin.

“So ladies and gentlemen, the moment we’ve all, especially Tina, been waiting for. Is there anything either of you would like to say before we get going”.

“I am going to get you back for this Tina, this isn’t the last of this!”

“Yeh, whatever Lucy, hope you enjoy your gunging!”

Tina picked up the first bucket, which was full of dark blue gunge and walked round the back of the paddling pool. She gestured to the studio audience, who couldn’t quite believe what was happening, and they started to build up an Oohing noise.

Tina smiled at them, then took one last look at a clean Lucy, before tipping the bucket upright straight over the blonde’s head.

Lucy’s squeal was audible as the torrent of thick blue slime coated her long blonde hair and continued to cascade down onto her red dress.

Tina slammed the first, now empty, bucket onto the floor and hastily picked up a second. This bucket was full to the brim with orange gunge. She tilted it slightly to show the audience, then turned round to tease Lucy. After giving her ex co star a glimpse of what was to come, Tina returned to her position behind Lucy to commence the second gunging.

Once again. Tina executed the gunging quickly, upturning the bucket directly over Lucy’s head. The blonde actress’ face briefly disappeared from view beneath the thick orange gunge that poured down over her. The two colours that had been used so far complimented one another well and Lucy looked extremely messy already.

As Tina putthe second empty bucket down, Paddy had realised he was becoming somewhat mesmerised by the whole thing, and still had some presenting duties to attend to.

“So, two buckets in, how are you finding it so far Lucy?”

Lucy shivered a little, wiped some of the gunge from her face, then folded her arms. “Disgusting”, she replied.

“And how are you finding it Tina?”

“Very liberating Paddy”.

“Well there is still more to come so why don’t you crack on, you’re doing a grand job so far”.

“Thanks Paddy”, said Tina, as she picked up a third bucket. “Oh look Lucy, you’re favourite colour”, teased Tina, as she put her hand into the gunge, and revealed the bright pink goo that would soon be emptied over her former colleague. Taking her position, she decided to go for a slower approach this time, and gently poured the luminous pink substance over Lucy’s head. The pink slime slowly trickled down Lucy’s hair and face and onto her already ruined gown. Now used to the smell and the feel of the gunge, Lucy relaxed a little and was a little more at ease with the slower pour.

Tina tossed the empty bucket aside and rushed to get another. This time he opted for a bucket of yellow slime. “I seem to remember you threw the yellow slime at me didn’t you?” Lucy nodded reluctantly as Tina walked in front of her this time.

Tina slowly pulled the bucket back, rotated round a little, then proceed to throw the sloppy yellow contents straight at Lucy. Immediately coating her in thick yellow gunge, and almost dying the other colours that had already been used. Tina put the bucket down, stepped back admired her handywork, which she demonstrated by rubbing her hands together and the picked up the final bucket, full of traditional green slime.

She went back round the back for this one, and ruthlessly dumped the contents of the bucket on Lucy’s head. Despite this being her fifth gunging, the speed of this one caught Lucy off guard, and she ended up swallowing some of this gunge. She really wasn’t looking happy now.

“Wow! How amazing was that!” Paddy shouted. He really had seen nothing like it before and had the best seat in the house. “Well Lucy, there is just the final part of Tina’s revenge now, if you’d like to slowly and carefully make your way to our gunge tank please?”

Lucy stood up gingerly, and tentatively walked over the the gunge tank. Paddy opened the door for her and gestured for her to sit down. As she walked the short distance, the extent of the coverage of the gunge so far could be seen, and her stunning red gown was now anything but red, ad she certainly didn’t think it looked very stunning, though others in the studio begged to differ.

Lucy took her seat and had a quick glance above her. Tina had made her way to the side of the tank where there was a cord for her to pull. “On the count of three”, said Paddy. The audience commenced the countdown……three…..two….one……

Tina pulled the cord, and instantly Lucy disappeared under a viscous layer of purple and black gunge. Viewers of a certain vintage were reminded of an old clip of Ulrika Johnson being gunged on Noel’s House Party, as the two tone purple and black slop continued to rain down.

Eventually the stream slowed to a halt and Lucy’s ordeal was over. She sat shivering in the tank, barley recognisable due to the amount of gunge that she was now covered in.

Paddy walked round to the front of the tank, and did a final piece to camera, thanking everyone involved and the recording was brought to a close. As the studio audience made their way out, Lucy was helped out of the tank, provided a couple of towels and led backstage, where she was forced to do one final piece to camera.

“I honestly had no idea, I can’t believe I was set up like this. This is war! You haven’t seen the last of this, I will get Tina back one day, but right now I just wanna get cleaned up”: Lucy blew a kiss and smeared some gunge on the camera lens before heading off to a dressing room to clean herself up.

As there are no major sporting events this weekend, here’s a quick game to keep everyone entertained.

Maya Jama walked out on to the stage to introduce a new National Lottery programme as part of Sport Relief.

“Hey, I’m Maya Jama, and this is Bonus Ball Battle. After Saturday’s National Lottery Draw, one lucky sports star will be facing a very different kind of challenge as they take part in our three unique messy sports challenges”.

The crowd oohed.

“Which sports star takes part is up to you. All you have to do is submit a prediction for tomorrow night’s National Lottery Draw, and nominate a sports star to take part. The person who guesses the closest is the winner, and if anyone gets it spot on, then will be an extra special bonus prize”.

Maya walked over to a screen and explained the final part of the rules.

“So you have until 7pm on Saturday 14th March to submit your entries, which must include the number – from 1 to 59 – and the sports star you would like to nominate. There is a maximum of two entries per person. Get guessing and good luck.”

“Oh, and as tomorrow is 14.3, A.K.A. pie day, there may be a couple of other pie related surprises in store too. We’ll see you back here for the results after Saturday’s Lotto draw!”

So, rules as above, get your guesses in, and I’ll try and post a hasty results show on Sunday.

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.

In the sports news producers office, there was much discussion over the sporting schedule for the weekend. With most major sporting events cancelled, they needed to think of incentives to keep their viewing figures high. Their choices were limited but one main sporting event was still taking place at 3:35 (BST) on Saturday afternoon – the Midlands Grand National at Uttoxeter.

Producer 1: “The sports news reporters won’t like it, but we could bring back a special edition of Horse Racing Roulette and assign each horse with a lady. The ladies whose horses finish in the top three get to do a messy forfeit?”

Producer 2: “Do you know what, that’s a fantastic idea. I’ll arrange for a random draw to be made and I’ll ask the ladies to attend the results show”

Producer 1: “They are bound to moan”

Producer 2: “I know! But I’ll remind them of the clause in their contracts that they are bound to appear in any sports related show that we choose for them. In any event, what else are they going to do? There’s hardly any other sports taking place that they can report on!”

The random draw was duly made and the sports channel began to advertise the upcoming show.

14 sports news reporters arrived at the TV studios and with their fingers crossed they sat down to watch the race, hoping that their horse wouldn’t finish in the top 3 positions.

The runners and ladies are as follows.

As part of the build up to the show, it was also announced that there would be a vote for the public to choose their 3 favourite ladies from the line-up. The most voted for will get a special bonus messy treat on the results show.

Not long now, folks. We’re nearly there.

The press are assembled.

The seat is waiting.

The gunk is maturing nicely.

Backstage, high heels pace on dressing-room floors, lacquered nails are being bitten, phone calls to lawyers are bearing no joy. Rumours whip round the studio that the event is being cancelled, then are cruelly dashed…

The producer calls the ladies together. The votes have been counted and verified. A golden envelope is in his hands…

Hayley Atwell 96 − 88 Jennifer Lawrence

Natalie Dormer 91 − 100 Rachel Riley

Georgia May Foote 79 − 111 Emma Stone

Daisy Ridley 89 − 102 Anna Kendrick

Felicity Jones 91 − 86 Emilia Clarke

Sian Welby 79 − 107 Sam Quek

Alexa Bliss 109 − 73 Brie Larson

Scarlett Johansson 97 − 81 Gal Gadot

And so, for another eight ladies, the agony is over. For the other eight, shit just got very real. Remember, the next round will be the final round of voting, though technically not a final. The four ‘winning’ contestants will go through to the story-writing stage, where they will face your gungy (lack of) mercy.

So stay tuned for the draw and the most important polls so far. For Hayley, Rachel, Emma, Anna, Felicity, Sam, Alexa and Scarlett, the moment of fate is approaching.

Which four of these ladies will yet, in this eleventh hour, get to stay lovely and fresh and clean and dry? And which, by your decision, will soon be hearing those six dreaded words:

“IT’S TIME FOR THE GUNK DUNK!!!”

Have a safe and sensible weekend. Don’t be one of those dim and feckless individuals who goes round catching – and spreading – a disease. Stay in, chill out, read some WAM fiction, have a go at writing some. Remember that ‘charming the snake’ (or perhaps stroking the sandwich) is good for your health and happiness. Take care.

The draw for the final round has been made, but I’ve decided to run the polls individually to add to the suspense, and to make sure each gets the full attention and discussion it deserves. This one ends at 10 pm on Wednesday 18^th.

Rachel Riley vs Scarlett Johansson

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Emma Paton walked onto the TV studio floor and beamed into the camera. The blonde was remarkably chipper given that she was one of the 14 sports news reporters that were facing a potential messy forfeit if her paired horse finished in the top three places in the Midlands National. It was then announced that whichever ladies horse had finished last would mean they would get to host the results show. As Emma’s horse was placed last then she had successfully avoided the messy forfeit, but also automatically became the host.

In a tight fitting top and skirt outfit, Emma pointed to an overhead TV screen which flickered into life and displayed the results from the race.

The audience cheered as she announced that the reporter representatives for the top 3 horses were Kate Mason, Hayley McQueen and Jo Wilson.

Brunette Kate was the first to walk on, wearing a figure hugging blue skirt and high heel shoes. She was closely followed by blonde Hayley who had perhaps unwisely, opted for a cleavage-revealing little black dress, black jacket and high heel shoes. Joining the others on stage was Jo who was sporting an all black ensemble of shirt, leather skirt, tights and high heel shoes.

There was a quick chat between the host and the 3 nervous ladies, before Emma put them out of their misery and announced what their messy forfeit will be. A false wall partition was lifted behind them to reveal three gunge tanks. Emma ushered each lady into one of the tanks, but told Hayley that jackets weren’t ‘allowed’ and that she would have to take the garment off. With a wry grin, the blonde shed her jacket to leave her in a very short little black dress which didn’t appear like it was going to give her much protection, especially as her tits we’re almost spilling out.

With all three ladies sitting in their respective tanks, Emma walked to a nearby podium which has three large numbered buttons on it. Still smiling, the host pressed down on one of the buttons in front of her, which led to a gurgling noise above Jo’s head. The reporter looked up inquisitively but she should have known better, as she was immediately deluged with rice pudding which splattered all over her pretty face. The startled blonde was not blonde for long as the pudding soaked into her long hair. The rice pudding streamed over her black outfit and proved quite a contrast. Jo let out a squeal as the flow plastered her shirt to her body and sluiced over her leather skirt and tights. By the time the deluge ended, the Scot was an unrecognisable white creamy blob.

After witnessing Jo’s messy demise, Hayley gulped and she too looked above her to see a nozzle pointing directly down on her. Emma pressed the button in the middle, and the blonde was engulfed with baked beans. The slippery substance sloshed over her face and hair and streamed down her dress and bare legs. Although a seasoned veteran of being a gunge tank victim, Hayley appeared to be shocked by her savoury messing, and her eyes opened even wider as she felt baked beans and tomato sauce slopping  onto her exposed cleavage and into the front of her dress. Alarmed that the skimpy dress material may give way to show the audience a lot more of her, Hayley employed instant defensive tactics and used her hands to keep the dress in place. Unfortunately for her, this meant there was no protection for her head as the beans continued to flow over her. As the overhead tank compartment emptied to a slow trickle, the blonde presenter was a complete beany mess.

Hovering above the final button, Emma smiled menacingly at Kate before pressing down. She had joined the TV channel at about the same time as Kate and there was a bit of rivalry between them on screen. Kate screamed as a steady stream of chocolate sauce hit her on her head and proceeded to cover the sexy brunette. Her tight dress became even tighter as the sauce seeped into the dress material and Kate could feel it against her skin. Trying to protect her hair, Kate used her hands to try and deflect the downpour. But it was too much of a torrent and it didn’t take long for every strand of her hair to be coated with chocolate sauce. As the last remnants of sauce dropped onto Kate, she had been virtually covered head to foot, and was attempting in vain to restyle her hair.

Emma turned to face the camera to announce the winner of the viewers poll. Hayley wasn’t impressed at first when she was declared the winner getting 12% of the overall vote. However, the baked bean soaked presenter sighed relief as Emma took pity on her and said it wasn’t fair for Hayley to receive a further messy forfeit. Therefore, Emma looked down at the results and asked Alice Piper to join them on stage as she had come a close second with 11% of the vote.

An unhappy looking brunette with her hair tied back in a pony tail trudged onto the studio floor. Alice was wearing a tight fitting white dress, black tights and heels. She had originally thought she had avoided any mess as her horse had finished well down the field. Although she liked the idea that the viewers had voted her their second favourite, she didn’t really want the prize that was about to come with it. Emma led the brunette to the side of a studio where a wooden pillory was revealed. Alice gulped as she bent her body forwards and placed her head and hands in the appropriate holes before Emma brought down the top of the device to secure the presenter in place. 

Alice cringed as Emma picked up a large creamy custard pie and waved it around in front of Alice’s face. She made a few jokes at Alice’s expense before smushing the pie straight into the brunettes face. Taking clear enjoyment at smearing the pie around her face, Emma then pushed the pie through her hair and left the tin on top of her head as some sort of ceremonial crown. The captive Alice had  cream and custard dripping from her face and hair and could only meekly smile towards the camera, as the credits started to roll to signify the end of the programme.