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.

As the studio lights switched on and swept across the floor, the gathered audience of female celebs whooped and cheered; they were the lucky ones, the ones who had managed to technically lose, but much more arguably win the Gunge Grand Prix. Now they were here to enjoy the results of being less popular to the voting public, or possibly more popular… Either way, they were just glad to be avoiding the vast, slop-filled Gunk Dunk that now occupied the middle of the set!

And what a return it had made! Of course there had been numerous designs over the years, especially as the whole thing had gotten even more extravagant and messy with the modern reboots, but the show designers had made an extra special effort for this special event. It was the older one-ramp design with the wheeled chair currently sat at the bottom, although the whole thing seemed to extend upwards to far more nerve-wracking heights than ever before. The tank itself was much deeper too; clearly the show producers weren’t going to be satisfied with a celeb getting plunged into merely waist height slop, and so it was now deep enough for the gunge to reach neck height on even the lankiest victim. For safety reasons, of course… You couldn’t have someone getting thrown into a shallow tank of gunge at such speed, could you?~

Speaking of the gunge, it was a perfect display of why Get Your Own Back had remained on top of the mess game for so long; its surface oozed and bubbled ominously, a bewildering mixture of clashing colours that simultaneously looked bright and cheery yet terribly ominous and off-putting. Green, yellow, purple, blue, orange, green, and red all mixed together yet stayed clearly distinct, and on the surface of it all bobbed the words “GUNGE GRAND PRIX 2020” in bold white lettering.

Not only that, but the Gunk Dunk had a couple of extra physical additions; the rim of the tank was now lined with a two foot tall barrier of bright red inflated rubber, which already looked near impossible to grip or climb over even while spotlessly clean. There were also numerous mystery tubes dangling haphazardly above, not just aiming down at the pool itself, but also pointing at all kinds of angles around the ramp. It wasn’t clear how many of them were functional, but occasionally they’d let out an ominous rattle or gurgle.

That was how it looked, but the watching celebs could only imagine how it would feel. Most of them were trying not to think about it at all; the smell alone was enough to put them off, and there was an audible reaction of disgust from the front rows whenever some of the stink wafted in their direction.

One poor, unfortunate soul wouldn’t have to merely imagine what it would be like, though. The various entrants into the contest had been whittled down to a select four, who were now looking very nervous on stage, arrayed before the Gunk Dunk and dressed in the classic GYOB t-shirt and shorts combo… Although long time viewers might notice that the shorts seemed a fair bit clingier than they used to be. In addition to Scarlett Johansson and Sam Quek in the original blue and yellow outfits respectively, they were joined by Hayley Atwell and Emma Stone in red and green to round things out.

None of them were looking very happy about their current situation, although Emma Stone seemed to be by far the most worried. Hayley Atwell couldn’t stop nervously giggling, while Sam and Scarlett’s eyes just kept darting around the studio, as if looking for some way out.

Alas, there wasn’t going to be any escape for them. Well, technically three of them would get to escape, but even those odds didn’t feel very safe at the time.

But while they were worrying and squirming on the spot, there were four former contestants who were looking smuggest of all; Rachel Riley, Anna Kendrick, Felicity Jones, and Alexa Bliss. They had all made it right up to the final round of voting, and had been very pleased to see themselves avoiding this potential utter humiliation, clearly winning the vote in their minds! As such, they were effectively the hosts for the night, each of them dressed up in elegant evening gowns of their own choosing, to further underline their personal victory over the ladies who had apparently been deemed “most gungeable”.

“Well helloooooo, everyone!” Alexa Bliss announced as she stepped forward, taking the lead to further cheering from the audience. As a WWE wrestler, she knew better than most how to make the most of a magnificent victory over a humiliated foe like this. “Thank you for joining us tonight, not that you got a choice about it… But I think you can all agree that the voting went really well though! No one would argue that the voters didn’t make the right choice!”

Emma Stone looked particularly appalled at that last statement as she had personally lost/won (delete as appropriate based on personal preference) to Alexa in the last round. She could be seen shouting something from behind the wrestling star, but of course the potential gunge victims had been purposefully left without mics for now, so that they were only able to say their piece when one of the hosts deemed it necessary.

“Yes indeed!” Felicity Jones chimed in, clearly warming to her role as she followed Alexa’s excitement, her former fear about potentially going in to the slop giving way to sadistic glee at the idea of someone else taking the plunge. “We’re all very grateful to you at home for the way you voted, which is why we’re going to be following your lead all the way. As you can see, there’s only one seat on the Gunk Dunk… Unfortunately… Which means that only one of these Losers-”

“Technically they’re the winners…” Rachel Riley chimed in, always the voice of reason, causing Felicity to falter a little. Alexa shot Rachel a scowl, taking over as the leading host once more as this was natural territory for her.

“Only one of these Losers can go in, even though I’m sure you all agree they’re all pretty deserving.” There were more cheers of agreement from the audience, even as Sam Quek rolled her eyes behind the blonde wrestler. “But as we said, we’re going to follow the lead of the voters here, and so we’re sending in the one who lost the final vote by the widest margin, and with the most votes against her…”

Sam Quek’s expression swiftly changed from one of exasperation to stunned fear, as the other three celebs quickly cleared the space around her.

“…Which is of course, the one and only Sam Quek! Give her a round of applause, ladies, for managing to lose by a whopping one hundread and forty one votes to a mere one hundred and seven!” Alexa crowed, leering at the unfortunate hockey player as she advanced on her, clearly keen to start the humiliation. “And it seems fitting that to personally gunge her, we should get the one she lost to; help me out here, Anna!”

“Oh, with pleasure!” Anna Kendrick giggled, speaking for the first time as she stepped forward to flank the hapless Sam, who was now cringing and breaking into sheepish giggles, trying to hide her face as she was surrounded. “Anything to say for yourself, Sam…?” Anna smirked as she grabbed Sam’s left arm while Alexa went for the right, with Anna using her free hand to offer up her handheld mic to the condemned hockey player.

“A-Ahh, yeah, actually!” Sam managed to get out between anxious squirming. “I think Alexa here is just jealous to finally see a real athlete up on stage!”

“Ooooohhhhh!!!” the audience cried out as Alexa looked thrown-off for the first time in the show. She clearly hadn’t expected Sam to be prepared for any kind of trash-talking, but when you play competitive sports for a living you learned a thing or two… Her frustration got even worse when she gave Sam’s arm a sharp yank to try and pull her towards the Gunk Dunk, only to realise that the hockey player was a fair bit stronger than Alexa had given her credit for, making it quite hard to pull her along. It was only by Sam’s sense of fair play that she was going to allow herself to be gunged at all!

“Big talk from someone who’s going to be spending the next month trying to get her hair clean,” Alexa huffed, now towing the semi-willing Sam behind her up the steps to the dunking seat, with Anna following behind and doing a poor job of hiding her amusement. “That is, assuming you do actually wash your hair, I can’t really tell!”

“Oh yes, I do wash my hair, but I don’t dye it like you do, Alexa!” Sam laughed. Her face was still painted with trepidation about the dunking to come, but it was almost worth it to get to piss off the WWE diva like this. The audience cheered for her again, enjoying her attitude.

“Okay, that’s it!” Alexa yelled, throwing up her hands as Sam once again managed to get a bigger laugh from the crwod than she had. “Anna, you’re on your own! I shouldn’t have to put up with this when I won!”

“Well, you did get less votes, so generally that would mean that you lost, Alexa.” Rachel Riley ‘helpfully’ added from the sidelines, right before the wrestling star snarled in anger and stormed off the set in a huff, leaving Anna to deal with the would-be gunge victim. There was an awkward pause between them for a moment, as everyone tried to keep a straight face over Alexa’s dramatics.

“…Sam, could you kindly take your seat now? You know there’s no wriggling out of this,” Anna asked, almost politely, taking a different approach to the haughty diva who’d just left in a strop.

“Are you sure there isn’t…?” Sam asked nervously, as she very carefully clambered onto the dunking seat, painfully aware of just how close the gunge was below. She took care to get herself very well balanced on the seat, her bare feet pressed right down against the footrest mere inches over the surface of the slop while Anna Kendrick took to the controls on her right side. They looked very straightforward, with just two levers; one in simple blue, and the other in very intimidating red.

“Sitting comfortably there, Sam?” Anna cooed, taking a more relaxed but still rather mischievous approach to things. Sam was looking around nervously, apparently trying to double and triple check the chair for herself.

“Uuuh, not comfortable at all, Anna, but I’m pretty secure!”

“Excellent!” Anna beamed. “Normally we’d have some whole game deciding how far you get cranked up and how much extra gunge we use, but given that it’s already been a full month of voting to get to this point, I think we can ignore any further delays and just use everything, right?” She leaned forward and grabbed the blue lever, sharply yanking it back and causing the dunk seat that Sam was perched on to start rising up with a horrendous clanking noise! The audience gave another excited cheer as Sam gave a shy squeak, the reality of her situation really starting to dawn on her as she rose up and up, the seething surface of the Gunk Dunk getting further away but seeming all the more real and horrible because of it!

“Y-You didn’t even give them time to say ‘Crank her up!’” Sam protested, now really starting to panic as everyone was getting more keen than ever to see her covered. Even her once sympathetic fellow Losers had taken front row seats and were starting to enjoy the show.

“What? Oh, right, yeah, ‘Crank her up’, whatever, got that done,” Anna Kendrick said with a half-hearted handwave. “We didn’t list the reasons why you deserve this gunging either, or the charity we’re doing this for. Well I guess you can just sit there and think about how bad this is going to be while we go through the very important and worthy stuff…”

Sam had already stopped listening though, as she was busy peering down at the surprisingly ominous looking vat of garish goop below as Anna started talking about charity causes and Sam’s personal history. She winced at the sight of the muck dead ahead of her, her toes curling around the foot rest of the dunking seat as her fingers did the same to the sides of the chair. Her heart was pumping like crazy as she chewed on her bottom lip, and her chest was rising and falling as she grew both more excited and more nervous with each passing second. The horrible stench was really rising up to her now, smelling worse than her team’s locker room after even the most arduous, muddy, and sweaty training session.

With that horrendously sloppy fate looming below her, it took Sam a few moments to snap back to reality and realise that Anna Kendrick was speaking directly to her again.

“Huh? What?” Sam mumbled, as she looked up from the hypnotic surface of the Gunk Dunk to face Anna, who had apparently saved all her smugness for once Sam was really starting to squirm.

“As I was saying, Sam,” Anna tutted, to the amusement of the audience. “Are you ready to face the drop into the slop? For your time in the slime? To get, uhh… Dunked in the gunk?”

Sam couldn’t help but blurt out at Anna’s last comment. “But it’s already called the Gunk Dunk!” she snorted with nervous laughter, and once again the audience sounded like they were starting to take her side. “You can’t just use that joke again!”

Anna scowled, clearly annoyed at her own lack of creativity with gunge-based rhymes. Dave Benson-Philips had always made this look so easy.

“Whatever! The point is, you’re going down, and there’s absolutely no escape, least of all from any smart comments!” Anna’s leer widened as she reached towards the bright red dunking lever, causing Sam to somehow tense up even more. “Are you ready for this? Any last words?”

“U-Uuuhhh…!” Sam squeaked, her face apparently unable to decide if it should be flushed with embarrassment or pale with fear as she trembled on the seat, rubbing her legs together out of fear about just how bad this was going to be. “How about… P-Please don’t gunge me, Anna…? What if I’m not ready for this?!”

“Well, if you’re not ready for it,” Anna sighed, before suddenly flashing a truly wicked grin up at Sam. “Then it’s going to be even funnier! Bye!”

And with that, Anna yanked back the bright red lever, causing sparks to fly as the dunking seat started to hurtle down the ramp, rattling and creaking as Sam Quek started to shriek!

“Nooooooo…!” she wailed on the way down, although she was already being interrupted by the first blasts of gunge and slime from the tubes above; it was fairly watery stuff, stringy and yellow, a mere appetiser for the real slop to come in about a second. The only people that could truly appreciate the effect of that stuff before the dunking were the slow-mo camera operators, and Sam herself as she felt the sticky impact, stunning her and ensuring she wasn’t braced for the real gunging at the bottom of the ramp, as the chair came to a jolting stop, sending her flying forward towards the stinking, oozing vat of Gunk below…

SPLUUURRRTTTT!!!

A thick wave of horrible gunge slopped across the dunk tank, a testament to just how fast Sam Quek had plunged in, given the thickness of it. It oozed and sloshed back and forth for a few moments more, the audience now gasping and gagging as Sam’s impact had unsettled the muck and unleashed a whole new level of smell from within. The poor hockey player’s hands could just about be seen scrabbling at the surface, trying and failing to find anything to grip onto, before her feet finally managed to push down through the horrible gunge, propelling herself upright.

She broke the surface to howls of laughter from the audience, blindly fumbling around as the gunge mixed together, her head completely plastered with mess; to say that she was unrecognisable was an understatement, as even as she started to pull her sloppy hair out of her face there still wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t covered. The brightly coloured gunk was mixing now, turning darker and murkier tones with each movement Sam made.

And of course, that wasn’t enough; just as she was starting to get her bearings, more goo rained from above. Not that watery stuff from the ramp, but proper gunge, like she was fully drenched in now. It splattered down on her in a thick wave, knocking her backwards for another slimy splash that caused Anna Kendrick to double over with laughter.

“Oh! Oh my! That’s… Oh, this feels downright inhumane!” Anna cackled, her tone showing that she didn’t feel the slightest sympathy for her hockey player rival. “And that smell! Ugh, I think Alexa might have had the right idea about getting off the set!”

Down below, Sam had just about managed to get over her shock, and was standing fully upright in the Gunk Dunk even after getting knocked down by the mess from above. She had to, just to be able to keep her head clear of the gunge! Things seemed to have settled down a bit after that first downpour from above, giving her a chance to really take in the full extent of the mess sloshing around her. After a bit more time spent scraping clumps of muck from her face, her expression was just about readable to the audience, mostly due to how intense it was; shock, and humiliation, were written all over her features (even if the writing was looking pretty smudged right now).

“Feeling good down there, Sam?” Anna purred mockingly, as Sam made a futile attempt to shake her head clean.

“N-No! C-Couldn’t they have at least warmed this stuff up a bit?! I’ve h-had some cold showers before, but this takes the cake! Yuch!” Sam groaned, trying to breath only through her mouth. She started to move a little, but immediately regretted it as it caused her to really feel the mess all over again.

“You wanted them to warm up over a thousand litres of gunge, just for you? Wow, now who’s being the picky princess?! I thought you hockey players were made of tougher stuff!” Anna continued to jeer, while Sam was gradually starting to wade towards the side of the tank. Being a good sport was one thing, but she was rather keen to get clear of the tank and into a shower now. Of course, that meant confronting the inflatable rubber ring that encircled the tank… The audience’s laughter grew much louder as she awkwardly tried to lunge at the ring, her slippery hands desperately scrabbling over it.

“Oh come on!” Sam gasped, struggling at the side of the pool and flailing ineffectually at the rubber lining that was slippery even before she started to spread the gunge onto it. She was finding it absolutely insurmountable… Just as it was designed to be. To add insult to injury, they were starting to pour down more gunk from on high, and with each failed attempt to pull herself free from the gunk she just made her escape route even more mucky! “Can’t someone at least help pull me free now that I’ve been dunked?!” she demanded, reaching up to wipe some of her gooey, gunged hair our of her eyes, losing her grip in the process and sliding back into the ooze with an angry shriek!

“Sorry Sam!” Anna jeered from her podium, as the other runner-up celebs cheered her on. “I can’t get too close now, because this is such a nice dress. I’d hate to ruin it, as I’m sure all my fellow winners would. Maybe some of your fellow Losers can help you out…?”

Sam gasped and sputtered in the middle of the gunk dunk, still wallowing in the slop. It wasn’t at all easy to read her expression given how much gunge was oozing over her head, but you might guess that she looked a little… Peeved, about her current predicament, to say the least?

However, there was some small sign of hope on the horizon for her; Scarlett Johansson, Hayley Atwell, and Emma Stone were all being herded forward now to get them to help Sam out, but none of them looked keen to get even the slightest bit of mess on themselves. They were particularly worried that Sam might feel the urge to ‘share’ some of the mess on purpose, in order to draw a bit of focus away from herself.

“Well now, I think that about wraps things up, doesn’t it?” Anna turned to the camera, facing it directly as the three film stars below were starting to really struggle with extracting the smelly, slippery Sam Quek from the quagmire of gunge. “Thank you everyone who’s watching for your very charitable donations, and more importantly, for voting so that I didn’t have to get dunked in that.” Anna jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, her nose wrinkling as the three ‘Lucky Losers’ were doing a terrible job at getting the star hockey player free from the gunk. Scarlett Johansson pulled back suddenly, yelping in disgust as a tiny bit of the gunk from the tank sloshed over the rim and onto her chest, which meant that Sam only slid further back into the mess, with Hayley and Emma still holding onto an arm each and making a valiant attempt to pull her free.

It would take a long time yet for Sam to get free, especially if the three movie stars kept being so squeamish about the gunge.

“Right, until next year then!” Anna announced with a grin, waving to the camera before her expression turned more sour. “And for you at home, don’t you dare let me get as close to losing next time as I did this year!”

Note: I actually received this story before Stories E and F, but because it went in my spam folder I didn’t see it straight away. Apologies to the writer.

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.

Scarlett Johansson puckered her lips as she carefully traced the lipstick across them. The colour she’d chosen, her namesake, had been carefully selected to excite her admirers – a group, she assumed, to include just about everyone. Oh, she had plenty of enemies too. Partners she’d spurned, romantic rivals she’d defeated, fellow models and actresses she’d stolen coveted roles from. But even those adversaries couldn’t deny the sex appeal of the Hollywood A-lister, a fact that delighted Scarlett even as she continued to profit at their expense.

Smiling at her reflection in satisfaction, she replaced the stick with a mascara wand and began to accentuate her eyelashes. She had a whole army of make-up professionals she could have employed for this work, but for the best results, there was no-one she could trust quite like herself. There was a reason she had come close to winning the Gunge Grand Prix so many times, but had never taken the top-spot. She understood why so many people flirted with bringing her down a peg with that disgusting mess – it was only natural for people to be jealous of her. But when the chips were down, no-one was going to choose to subject a world-renowned sex symbol to anything as beneath her as a full-coverage gunging. She’d teased her way to frontline seats at someone else’s humiliation many times before. She was eagerly looking forward to doing so again.

As she applied the finishing touches to her beautiful blonde hair, she gave thought to who she’d be witnessing make the ultimate fall from grace. Sam Quek she’d never even heard of, which gave gunging her its own unique charm. As embarassing as it would be for anyone to take a head-to-toe dunking on live television, watching three more famous multi-millionaires mock you as you climbed out was a special kind of humilitating. Still, as enjoyable as it would be to put the upstart in her place, Scarlett hoped that the athlete would be spared a Grand Prix dunking. She had too many scores to settle with the other contestants.

Emma Stone would certainly be a worthy entrant to the dunk tank – Scarlett was sure that her carefully tailored image of coolness and charm would evaporate in an instant on contact with rancid gunk. As a professional actress at the top of her game, Scarlett was always wary of her closest competition, and she doubted that Emma would still be edging her out on leading roles with the spectre of public degradation haunting her like an appropriately bad smell. At the same time, Scarlett had greatly admired Emma’s viciousness whilst awarding Margot Robbie the Gunge Grand Prix title two years earlier. Turnaround was fair play, but whatever was between Scarlett and Emma couldn’t be considered personal.

Which just left Hayley Atwell. Scarlett grimaced in distaste, an ugly look crossing her beautiful face in the mirror in front of her. The tart of the MCU, with her big tits and British snobbery, had infuriated Scarlett ever since they’d shared the credits together in Captain America 2. Hearing some commentators refer to Hayley as “the sexiest Marvel star” had been a step too far for Scarlett, who had often savoured the thought of sending the pompous Brit and her provocative dress into a one-way messy trip. Tonight, she hoped she would get her chance. A wide smile returned to Scarlett’s face as she imagined the scene: a thick splash into the tank, the gunge glistening atop her breasts, the look of horror as she tried to process what was happening to her…

“Ready for the next step, Miss Johansson?” a young personal assistant inquired, interrupting her boss’ indulgent reveries. With one last glance to admire herself in the mirror – she looked incredible, of course – Scarlett dismissed her underling with a laugh.

“Ready for the limo ride, sure. No-one’s ready for what happens after that…”

* * * * *

From atop her perch in front of the studio audience, Scarlett struggled to maintain her trademark smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the splendid view to her rival’s imminent dunking. She just hadn’t anticipated how nauseating the smell would be this close to the gunge tank.

The pool was thick and deep, with no obvious way out and four very obvious ways in. The texture of the slosh inside suggested green-coloured cottage cheese, which seemed to have spoiled under the heat of the studio lights – a repulsive aroma that would cling to the “winner” for days, no matter how many showers she took. A topping of thinner pink cream rounded off the appalling mixture, runny enough to spill into any crevasses that avoided the embrace of the cheese. Scarlett had to hand it to this year’s organisers: they’d really pulled out the stops to ruin some poor girl’s day.

Shifting her gaze away from the entrancing slop, Scarlett surveyed her fellow competitors. As nervous as she looked, Scarlett had to admit that Sam Quek had turned out fabulous – she could see why some had voted for her to get this far into the competition. Even Emma Stone’s confidence had been knocked by the sight of the gunge, wondering if she had tempted fate by re-entering the competition two years after making it to the final. Only Hayley Atwell looked as assured as Scarlett felt, the Brit’s arrogance serving to aggravate Scarlett even more. Of course Hayley had dressed to show off her tits, teasing the possibility of a wardrobe malfunction, maybe as she resurfaced in the dunk tank. Scarlett absent-mindedly readjusting her dress to reveal more of her own outstanding breasts, noticing the approach of the show’s host to repeat the same asinine question he’d posed to the other girls.

“Scarlett, you’re looking absolutely fantastic tonight, but all that might be about to change. Anything to say in the last few seconds before the voting lines close and the results come in?”

She’d been supposed to use this moment to promote the new Black Widow movie, but Scarlett had a last minute change of heart. Her movies promoted themselves – but this was her last chance to get that bitch Atwell what she deserved.

She looked directly into the camera, slipping into her huskiest voice that was instantly familiar to anyone who’d seen her movies. “Guys. Let’s be real. You aren’t going to send a goddess like me into this slurry of gunge. But if you vote for that cow Atwell to get dunked in the gunk, I’ll sweeten the pot with a sexy dance at the end of today’s show. That’ll give you guys something to look forward to… and Hayley something to envy.”

A ripple of shock passed through the audience: no-one else had so blatantly thrown another contestant under the bus, nor tested the limits of the show’s PG-13 rating. To Scarlett’s delight, none was more shocked than Hayley herself, who glanced down at her outfit and shook her head, wondering if she’d made a terrible mistake.

Not so sure of yourself now are you, Scarlett thought.

“What an incredible offer! But might it have come too late? We only have a few more minutes left before the final result – let’s remind our lovely ladies of the fate that could be in store…”

A highlight reel of past Grand Prix gungings began to play out, culminating in the dreadful fate of Karen Gillan last year. Scarlett laughed at the memory. Another hot MCU upstart vanquished. As past-Karen raised a trembling hand to feel the slimy ruination of her prized red hair, Scarlett recalled the additional humiliation of Karen’s repeat win: the dismay of realising the voting public still wanted more from her, combined with the dread of intimately knowing what appalling fate would be in store. Scarlett hoped they relaxed the rule for nominating former champions next year. There were plenty of deserving winners she’d enjoy receiving their sloppy seconds.

“But now, the moment you’ve all be waiting for. Drumrolls please!”

Spotlights passed across the four ramps leading to the gunge. In spite of herself, Scarlett felt nervous. She really wanted Hayley to win.

“I can now reveal that the winner of the Gunge Grand Prix, and the worst bath of her life, iiiis… SCARLETT JOHANSSON!”

Scarlett frowned. She didn’t understand. She rolled her eyes as she worked out what was happening.

“You read out the wrong name, you idiots,” she scoffed. This was just like the Oscars all over again. But no-one was paying her any attention. The audience had erupted into cheers of delight. This was the result most of them had hoped for. It was time for Scarlett Johansson to get her long overdue comeuppance.

Slowly, the truth started to dawn on Scarlett. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she looked around for some kind of sign that this wasn’t really happening. Sam Quek seemed to be giggling in relief; Emma Stone was outwardly laughing at her, with all the same cruelty that Scarlett had enjoyed when it had happened to somebody else. Worst of all was Hayley Atwell, her smug, gloating face drinking in every moment of Scarlett’s reaction. “Don’t think you’ll be doing your sexy dance!” she shouted across the stage.

Finally, the scales fell from Scarlett’s eyes. “NO!” she screamed, balling her fingers into a fist. “This can’t be happening! You can’t do this to me!”

“I’m afraid so Scarlett,” the host confirmed. “You are the winner of this year’s Gunge Grand Prix, and you know what that means!”

Scarlett’s eyes cast downwards to the hideous mess at the end of her ramp. The stench met her like a physical force, and it was only going to get worse from here. Heart-rate fluttering, her prodiguous chest rose and fell, as she desperately tried to work out a way she could escape this.

“You don’t understand!” she whined. “I never would have agreed if I’d known this would happen! This was never supposed to happen!”

No-one was listening to her. Instead the host has started to help Hayley Atwell down from her seat. In seemed only fair that she should have the pleasure of pulling the lever that condemned the victor, given Scarlett’s attempts to manipulate the vote against her.

Changing tack, Scarlett decided to plead with Hayley directly. “Please Hayley, you don’t have to do this! You can’t get me… gunged!” Even saying the word made her shudder with disgust. “I never would have done this if our positions had been reversed!”

Hayley didn’t break eye contact as she reached for the lever, the world’s bitchiest smile upon her face.

“Think of what this will do to my career! Think of my modelling contracts!”

With obvious relish, Hayley jerked down the lever, releasing Scarlett’s chair with a start. A rush of air signalled Scarlett’s descent to her doom, whimpering “No, no, no…” as her seat trundled downwards. All she could do was prepare for the end of the ramp, when the chair tipped forwards and her days of living a slime-free existence were utterly finished.

But the chair didn’t tip forwards.

When it reached the end of the ramp, the mechanism beneath the seat tilted her backwards. Turning her face away from the audience, and upwards towards the vertical column of gunk descending onto her.

The gunge hit her face with a wet slap, overwhelming her in a second and spilling out onto the rest of her body. The tops of her tits were the next to taste the slime, rivers of awfulness penetrating her dress and slathering her painstakingly perfected body with filth. Soon, nowhere was safe. Her shapely legs shuddered as splashes of green ran all over them, whilst channels down her back turned her ass wet and sticky. The downpour lasted only a few seconds, but the damage was done. As Scarlett reached out to mourn the staining of her blonde locks green, it was obvious that the Hollywood starlett’s air of superiority has been forever defeated.

“This can’t be happening…”

She only had time for a short sentence before the seat sprung to life again, catapulting her chair forward and launching her into the slop. Eyes wide and mouth agape, the messy simulacrum of Scarlett Johansson hit the gunge with a rancid splash.

Fully submerged beneath the slop, Scarlett’s emotions were in turmoil. It was everywhere. It was disgusting. A solid chunk has spilled into her mouth, the worst thing she had ever tasted. The woman with a plan for everything she ever wanted in life was trapped in a living nightmare, and she had no idea what to do about it.

Eventually, natural buoyancy carried the former sex symbol to the top of the tank, her head bursting free with a gasp. A wall of sound, a thousand spectators delighted by her fall from grace, greeted her shame. Her makeup was ruined, her designer hairstyle in disarray, and she heaved her arms and chest above the slime, it was clear her outfit was a lost cause. As she miserably exhaled, the filth she’d swallowed dribbled over her plump limps, plopping onto her chest. Everything she had done to improve her chances of staying clean had backfired: a huge screen in front showed “before and after” shots to the horrified actress, the extreme contrast only adding to her rampant humiliation.

Turning slowly, expression frozen in mortification, Scarlett looked first at the state of her own body, moaning as she sighted the chunks of congealed mess clinging to the tops of her breasts. Next she glanced up at her three gorgeous competitors: clean, beautiful, and clearly delighted she’d been taken down a peg. Worst of all was Hayley’s expression, a satisfied smile of total victory. Scarlett moaned. She had completely, utterly lost.

“Beautiful!” the host marvelled unsympathetically. “Oh, I’d love to see that again. Perhaps it could play at the start of your new movie Scarlett? Or we could have you back next year?”

A new ripple of horror shuddered through Scarlett’s body. Everyone would see this. Her own fame had condemned her. All the work she’d done to become rich and famous had guaranteed that no news outlet in the world would neglect to cover her disgrace.

She thought about her enemies, about men she’d intended to seduce, co-stars like Rachel Weisz who she’s teased about sliming on the Black Widow press-tour. Now, whenever one of them thought the name “Scarlett Johansson”, they would picture her ruined by gunge. How would she find the confidence to model or act again? This would define her for the rest of her life!

A long pole with a mic on the end was extended towards the tank. No-one wanted to get anywhere near the slimy, stinking actress to hear her final thoughts.

“So Scarlett, you’ve been crowned the latest champion. How does that make you feel?”

Panting, disgusted, Scarlett resolved to make one last effort to regain her dignity, to remind the whole world who she was.

“I’m going to get you all back for this-”

A second column of gunge dropped mercilessly onto her head, cutting off her attempts at recovery. As she slipped back under the surface of the gunge, the humiliation of Scarlett Johansson was complete.

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Britt Baker flew from the door and entered the level, making her way through obstacles.

She was followed by Tegan Nox, who made her way into the fray.

This course was most curious. There were the aforementioned obstacles, and at the end of the course, there were four elevatable chairs with a needle at the top, each placed under a balloon filled with gunge. These balloons were labelled “Cold Congealed Gravy”, “Pumpkin Guts”, “Sour Milk”, and “Expired Pancake Batter.” In two of the chairs sat Dakota Kai of NXT,

and The Bunny of AEW.

In front of each these chairs was a lever.

The PA announcer spoke as the two ladoes traversed the course, “For this next, you will make your way through the course, and then you will crank your partner up until their balloon is popped. Inside of that balloon, in addition to some unpleasant mess, is a key. Once the balloon is popped, you need to crank your partner down and collect the key. Once youve done that, you need to sit in one of the idle chairs, and then your partner will crank you up. Once the balloon is popped, you’ll be cranked back down, you’ll find the key that was stashed in the balloon, and you’ll unlock the double locked door. Once the door is open, you’ll tag your teammate who is waiting on the other side, and they’ll begin their round.”

Both ladies finished the course just as the PA announcer finished. They got to their levers and began cranking. Dakota and the Bunny were elevated further, with a mixed look of nervousness and competitiveness on their faces. Dakota went up first, her balloon popped, and she got covered in the thick orange slime labelled “Pumpkin Guts”, much to her distaste. While she tried to wipe the gunge from her face, it was the Bunny’s turn to get splatted, in this case with “Cold Congealed Gravy.” She also did not seem to enjoy this development, but nonetheless cheered Britt as the latter lowered her.

Dakota and the Bunny both reached the floor and acquired their key. This prompted Tegan and Britt to grab a seat in the two unused chairs. Dakota and The Bunny, despite dripping slime, made their way to their levers, and began cranking. Britt had a discernable lead, while Tegan lagged behind. Britt seemed happy to be winning, but didnt exactly seem to look forward to a sliming. She reached the balloon, but unfortunately for her (in a way), the balloon did not pop. Britt seemed surprised, and almost a bit relieved.

As Britt sat stuck, Tegan’s chair made its way up, eventually causing the balloon to pop. Tegan got showered in sour milk, causing the ever-positive Nox to seem a bit grossed out. She began to get lowered while the Bunny implored Britt to pop her balloon. After some hesitation, Britt began to punch the balloon. After a few tries, the balloon popped. As Britt was looming upwards, she got a faceful of “Expired Pancake Batter.” Britt didn’t seem to enjoy this, and complained as she was lowered.

Unfortunately for Team Independents, Tegan and Dakota had already collected the last key, and opened the door. They tagged in Scarlett Bordeaux,

Who began the final course. Britt and The Bunny collected the final keys and opened the door, tagged in Tenille,

And she began the began the final challenge…

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“Welcome to Episode 7 of the Slime Splosh Roadshow live from Gloucester with me Michelle Ackerley and our Overseer Eddie Hall” said a perky Michelle Ackerley.

“Only two shows to go in the series and next week it’s the big one our Swimwear Challenge. Me in my Speedos against you in your bikini” Eddie said putting a huge arm playfully around Michelle’s shoulder. “Yes and we upped the stakes again last week by adding a gunging partner. You choose Jessica Plummer the bitch who tipped me head first into a bin of porridge and filled my knickers with squirty cream. Love you really Jess not” Michelle joked. “And you chose Neneh Cherry I believe and I’ve been told that they have both agreed to dig out a raunchy stage costume to wear on the show” Eddie replied. “Yes it would have been easy for them just to put on swimwear so we suggested they think of something different and Neneh suggested she’d dig out an old Buffalo stance era cycle shorts and bra top and try to squeeze into it and Jessica said she still had the old Neon Jungle outfits so would find a cheeky one of those to wear” Michelle added.

“Talking of outfits are you wearing those frilly knickers the crew dared you to wear?” Eddie asked Michelle. “Yes but you aren’t seeing them” she teased. “At least not just yet” Eddie cheekily replied. “Here is a photo of me wearing them that I’ve just posted on my Instagram before the show started” said Michelle and the photo was shown on screen.

“You are a good sport considering the amount of times you’ve been gunged and the amount of stuff that has been put down your knickers in this series” said Eddie leading a round of applause for Michelle. “You lot have embarrassed me several times but I love working on this show and hope we get another series” replied Michelle.

“Anyway on with the game and please welcome two slightly more mature ladies who proved they are up for fun too but taking part in what I now believe is a bikini challenge. From ITV’s Loose Women Saira Khan and Jane Moore.

Jane and Saira ran on both wearing bikinis and giggling.

“Welcome to both of you, clearly great sports and willing to let your hair down” said Michelle as she released Saira’s hair. “Yes I don’t know how I got talked into this but we are raising money for a great Woman’s charity and showing that “more mature ladies” can look good” said Jane. “Yes as I’ve been working out to celebrate turning 50 soon and Jane looks amazing for nearly 58 so we thought why not. I’d have been up for wearing a strapless one each and seeing if gravity takes over but Jane said no” Saira joked. “You refused when I upped the ante to crotchless” Jane cheekily replied to a shocked look on Michelle and Saira’s faces.

“Anyway Eddie please bring on the Slime Splosh Roadshow Foot Stocks” said Michelle as Eddie carried them on.

“After a rather close vote I can announce that the winner is Saira” Michelle announced. Saira screamed and hugged a laughing Jane. Eddie walked over and put Saira over his shoulder as she playfully protested hitting his huge back and flailing her legs.

Eddie secured Saira in the footstocks she took a deep breath and did a bit of yoga to relax herself and then playfully adjusted her boobs and shouted “Ready”. Eddie wheeled on the Grocer’s barrow full of buckets, the wildcard bin and Jane’s choice in a giant churn. “I bet there is a load of Asian food which you’ll make really cheesy jokes about” Saira quipped as Michelle looked at the bins. “Funny you should say that” replied Michelle and threw a bucket of thick yellow cheese sauce over Saira’s head. The yellow substance hit her face and body slowly running down her shapely crevices. Her shoulder length curly hair was flattened to her face as she wiped her eyes clear. She naughtily held her bikini bottoms open at the front to let some run into there. “I can now be accused of being cheesy down there” she joked.

Eddie looked at the buckets and selected one. “You clearly work out a lot. So you should enjoy this” he said and threw a bucket of thick pink protein shakes at Saira. She gasped as the force of the shake hit her but jiggled her boobs up and down joking “It has perked them up already” and again cleared her eyes. “I’m loving this” she joked as Jane ran over to hug her. But Saira grabbed hold of her. “Quick next bucket” she yelled. “Lets get traditional” said Michelle and threw a bucket of thick dark Curry sauce over the two ladies. Jane took more of it and her immaculate blonde bob was now a dark mess of curry sauce as it slowly ran down her cleavage as Saira released hold of her. Jane gave Saira a messy shampoo as Saira stuck a handful of gunge down Jane’s bikini bottoms.

Jane laughing ran back over to Michelle and said “Who says older ladies cannot have fun” as the crowd cheered. Eddie looked at the buckets and said “This will be an interesting one” and threw a bucket of chapati flour over Saira. The white flour created a cloud around her and made her cough. It stuck to the substances on her body turning her white. She joyfully gave herself another shampoo and said “Actually I preferred chip butties before I went on this fitness drive”. “Funny you should ” say that said Michelle and selected another bucket and threw a mashed liquid substance over a screaming Saira. “What is that. I think I’ll let my fu-fu have a taste of it” said Saira again pulling the front of her bikini bottoms open and shuffling about in the seat. “It feels quite nice too” she joked. “That was pureed chip butties” said Michelle. “Awesome” screamed Saira pushing her gunge covered boobs together.

“What about the wildcard bin Jane. Do you think Saira is messy enough? Michelle asked Jane. “What would you do Saira?” Jane asked her splattered friend. “I’d gunge the mouthy cow” said Saira in a self deprecating manner. “I agree” said Jane and reached up onto the barrow for the bin. “Be careful let Eddie lift it down” Michelle warned. “Listen at least I wouldn’t go head first into a bin of porridge like you did” Jane teased Michelle. “I bet you found that funny?” Michelle retorted as Jane began to lift the bin down. “Funniest thing ever” replied Jane lifting the heavy bin off the cart. “No this is” said Michelle running up behind Jane and giving her a bikini wedgie. Jane screamed and lost her footing and the bin and its contents fell onto her head. Ironically it was porridge again and all you could see was Jane’s long legs and exposed butt cheeks as she staggered about falling from side to side. “Great arse you’ve got Jane” shouted Saira as she hooted with laughter at her friend’s predicament.

Jane fell to the floor and Michelle rolled her back over to their position and held the bin as Jane crawled out in a pool of porridge thoroughly destroyed and looking a sodden mess. She did a mock curtsey to the cheering crowd. “Not so funny is it?” a laughing Michelle asked her. “It was about as funny as yours actually” replied a laughing Jane. “What have you chosen as the victor’s choice ?” Michelle asked Jane as Eddie lifted the giant churn down and stood behind Saira. “Every good gunging needs some of these baked beans” said a smirking Jane as she wiped her eyes clear. “You know I hate them Jane” shouted Saira as Eddie slowly emptied a cascade of baked beans over Saira’s matted hair. Saira pulled a face and clearly didn’t like it put allowed them to run down her face and shapely body and pushed her bust up and stuck her tongue out. “You deserved it Saira Khan” shouted Jane. “I hate you Jane Moore” responded Saira. “You want more then” shouted Jane and grabbed another bucket launching some tomato soup over Saira. Gasping as she wiped her eyes Saira said “I cannot believe I fell for that you”.

Saira was released from the stocks and made her way over to Michelle and Jane. Suddenly Jane grabbed Michelle around the waist and Saira sloshed over to the barrow grabbing a bucket custard and emptying half of it over Michelle’s head. Michelle screamed as the custard ran down her hair and face. Saira then emptied some down her top and as Jane held open Michelle’s skirt Saira said “Lets fill those frilly knickers!”. Michelle was struggling but laughing as Jane and Saira turned her around and put the last of the custard down the back of her knickers and lifted up her skirt to prove she was wearing them. They then sat her on the floor and custard oozed down her legs.

Michelle jumped up and shouted “This is war” and grabbed the final bucket and launched a mass of mushy peas mainly at Jane and also at Saira. The girls then started play fighting on the floor and Eddie had to come in an separate them. During the melee Saira’s bikini bottoms got pulled down exposing her muscular bum cheeks. Giggling she quickly readjusted her clothing and said “Zach and Amira Mummy just did a full moon” as everyone laughed. A laughing and messy Michelle got to her feet and hugged Saira and Jane. “I guessed I might get messy but that was rather extreme fun. Please thank the ever glamorous Jane Moore and the extremely cheeky but amazing Saira Khan” Michelle said. Eddie gave each lady a towel to wipe their hands and faces as Saira and Jane sploshed off to loud appreciation.

“Please welcome our next two competitors sisters Jemima-Verity and Saffron-Blue Jones who were arrested for fighting over their hair straighteners outside their mother’s house and took 6 policemen to separate them” said Michelle.

Jemima-Verity and Saffron-Blue walked on happily waving seemingly unaware of what might await them.

“Hiya Michelle” said Jemima-Verity. “This looks fun but where are the stock cars?” asked Saffron-Blue. “I thought this was some televised Criminal Rehabilitation Show and it could help get me on Love Island” said Jemima-Verity. “Well let’s bring on your mother Alexia and then we’ll explain more” said Michelle.

Alexia walked on to a nice applause. “Please tell me about these two young ladies” asked Michelle. “Well I love them deeply but they are always arguing about who looks better and over hair products. I’ve had 20 and 18 years of hassle with them so I decided to have some fun at their expense and when they were arrested I saw this as a way to save them being up before the magistrates” Alexia said. “We love you mum” said Jemima-Verity. “So do I” Saffron-Blue. “Well you won’t love her so much when you find out what is happening” joked Michelle.

“Ladies you are on Slime Splosh Roadshow and you face going in the footstocks and getting very messy” said Michelle pointing to the footstocks and over to a waving Jane and Saira. “You are kidding me, there is no way I’m getting messy” said Jemima-Verity. “Neither am I bit JV deserves to” shouted Saffron-Blue. “Well there is good and bad news” said Michelle. “It might not be one of you facing the footstocks” she added. Both girls started to smile then Michelle said “It could be both of you as your mum specifically asked if we could include an option to gunge you both” “No mum” screamed both girls as Alexia laughed. “Tell us why you chose to do this Alexia?” Michelle asked. “Well they are reality TV obsessed so much so they added stupid extensions to their names they were just Verity and Saffron originally. Then they spend all their time fussing about their hair and looks and when they had that massive cat fight I’d had enough and remembered the incident on Noel’s House Party when the mother had her hair obsessed daughter gunged” said Alexia.

Eddie carried on another pair of footstocks.

The two sisters began to argue with each other and their mum so Eddie stood between them gently but firmly holding their wrists. “I can announce that Jemima Verity will face the footstocks” said Michelle. Saffron-Blue began to laugh as Jemima-Verity screamed and struggled but Eddie effortlessly held onto her. “Also joining her will be Saffron Blue” announced Michelle. Both girls began to scream and struggle as Eddie carried them over to the footstocks. They swore and hit at him but he held one under each arm and put Jemina-Verity in the first footstocks and closed them with Saffron-Blue’s flailing feet. He then secured Saffron-Blue in the second set of foot stocks. Her red thong was on display for all to see as she screamed and squirmed in her seat.

Eddie wheeled on a replenished grocer’s barrow as Michelle said “All items have been chosen by Alexia as she knows what the girl’s hate and they will get a bucket of it each and Eddie will be doing all the throwing”. The two sisters continued to bicker as Michelle asked Alexia “What is your first choice?”. “Both hated spaghetti” Alexia said. Eddie picked up the first bucket of spaghetti and threw it over Jemima-Verity. She screamed loudly as it hit her and had a disgusted look on her face as it ran down her hair and body. “My hair and my tits” she yelled. Saffron-Blue was laughing at her sister but screamed even louder when she got her bucket of spaghetti in her face.

“They hated cabbage too” said Alexia as Eddie lifted down the next two buckets. “Not ****** cabbages” yelled Jemima-Verity. “Anymore swearing and you get a punishment bucket” warned Michelle. Eddie picked up the first bucket and threw thick green cabbage soup over Saffron-Blue. “More like Saffron-Green now” joked Eddie as Saffron sat there sulking in a green mess. “My hair is ruined, it’s gone down my tits and into my thong” she wined. “Join the club” Michelle joked. Eddie then picked up the second bucket and threw it at a still screaming Jemina-Verity. The green soup hit her with such force it knocked her backwards and her boobs came of her top. She sat back up proudly displaying her boobs. “Cover them back up or you get a punishment bucket” ordered Michelle. Jemima-Verity pulled her top back up as Alexia said “Good girl”.

“What would you like the girls to do in order to make life easier for everyone?” Michelle asked Alexia. “Well they could drop those silly second names and spend less time arguing and worrying about their hair and looks” said Alexia. “What have you chosen next for the girls?” Michelle asked Alexia. “They never really liked Gran’s lumpy gravy” said Alexia. Both girls continued to squirm and complain as Eddie lifted the next two buckets down. “Here you go Jemima-Verity and hold onto your top” he said, Jemima-Verity deliberately pulled her top down so Eddie gave her the two buckets of gravy just as Michelle ran over to pull her top back up. Michelle copped for a fair amount of the gravy. “Eddie” she yelled as everyone laughed at her. “Well as Jemina-Verity or rather me got the gravy as the punishment bucket. I’ll throw the punishment bucket over Saffron-Green ” said Michelle. She lifted down the bucket and looked into it and said “Not too bad” and threw a bucket of pink blancmange over Saffron-Blue. “I love blancmange” Saffron-Blue said and willingly took the bucket over her head. She even playfully lifted up Michelle’s skirt a bit as she caught site of her custard filled frilly knickers. “Why are you wearing them?” she asked. “For a dare and for a laugh” Michelle replied.

“Saffron’s quite a nice girl really” Michelle said to Alexia. “Yes I know, she’s easily lead by her sister though” Alexia admitted. “This is so embarrassing, I’ll lose a load of my 6k Instagram followers and will have to go full time onto Only Fans” Jemima-Verity was moaning. Michelle signaled for Saira and Jane to come over to her and Alexia. “Jemima-Verity have you seen who was gunged earlier?” Michelle asked. “Oh my god it’s Saira and Jane from Loose Women. I love watching your show but look at the state of you” she said laughing. “Look at the state of you and your sister though” joked Saira. The two sisters looked at each other and began to laugh. “I’ve been humiliated though” said Jemina-Verity. “Yet you pulled your top down?” said Jane. “Well I want to be a glamour model” said Jemima-Verity. “Do you have an issue with her doing this Alexia?” Jane asked. “No as long as she stays safe” Alexia said. “Well I can control my own content online mum” said Jemima-Verity “But they’ll all laugh at me now in this state” she added. “And they won’t laugh at me and Jane. I’m old enough to be your mum and Jane your Granny and look at the state of us” said Saira. “****** cheek” joked Jane. “Punishment bucket” Michelle said and emptied a bucket at trifle cream over Jane’s head. Jane let the cream run down her body and then went to stick some down Saira’s bikini bottoms but a struggle ensued and as Saira tried to stick some down Jane’s bikini bottoms she accidentally pulled the string on one side loose and Jane’s shapely bum was exposed. Jane quickly did it back up as everyone laughed including Jemima-Verity and Saffron-Blue.

“Now exposing your bum on TV when you are old enough to be someone’s granny according to that bitch over there” said Jane nodding towards Saira. “That could be considered humiliating but I’m laughing about that. Something to think about there Jemima-Verity” she added. Jemina-Verity thought for a second and said “I see your point. You and Saira wind each other up and argue but you are best friends like me and Saffron-Blue used to be, I promise not to show my tits again if you don’t flash your bum” she joked to Jane. “Or flash your tits Jane” joked Saira. “Not bloody likely” replied Jane.

“We’ll take over the gunging from here Eddie” said Saira. “What did you choose next for the girls?” Michelle asked Alexia. “Baked beans” she replied. Saira went to lift the first bucket of baked beans down up slipped and it fell onto her lap. Jane instantaneously stuck the other bucket over Saira’s head. Saira sat there covered in yet more beans but couldn’t help but laugh at her predicament. “Thanks for taking that one for us Saira” shouted Jemima-Verity. “It’s okay” joked Saira.

“I’ll take back over what did you choose next Alexia?” Eddie asked. “Custard as I thought I should give them something they liked” said Alexia. Eddie picked up one bucket of custard and threw it over Jemima-Verity. It hit her and destroyed her even more. Saffron-Blue looked at her sister and burst out. Suddenly Saffron-Blue was hit with her bucket of custard and Jemima-Verity began to laugh at her. “Look at the state of us sis” said Jemima-Verity. “I know, it’s hilarious” replied Saffron-Blue and they fist bumped.

“What about the wildcard buckets Alexia?” Michelle asked . “I don’t know. Can you tell me what it is?” Alexia asked. “Okay” said Michelle as Eddie lifted the two bins down and opened them. “It’s Semolina” Eddie said. “The girls hate that” Alexia said. “No mum” they both pleaded. “I’ve got an idea how about if the girls promise to get on and drop their hyphenated names and go back to being just Verity and Saffron then me and Saira will take one bucket and Alexia and Michelle take the other” suggested Jane. “If you’d behave I’d do it for you girls” Alexia said. “Would you mum, oh please” they chorused together. Michelle stopped and thought for a second and said “On one condition, I don’t want a drop down my knickers”. “You’re going to drop your knickers again like when Jessica Plummer filled them with cream and porridge” Saira joked. “No” said Michelle trying not to laugh. “Oh I saw that clip. I nearly peed myself laughing. Now that was humiliating” said Jemima-Verity. “But Michelle laughed about it” said Jane. “Yes I can laugh about it now” admitted Michelle. “So you’d go back to being just Verity and Saffron and be more considerate of Alexia, get along and not be self centered” said Saira. “Yes” both girls shouted.

“We have resolution” shouted Michelle. “I could hug you all” she added. “Would you take some semolina down those hilarious frilly knickers as your porridge and cream one was the only time me and the girls have laughed together in the last year?” asked Alexia. “Why not” said Michelle to cheers. Jane and Saira stood together as Eddie picked up the first bin of semolina and emptied it over them jointly. Both screamed but took it well. Alexia let down her hair to lots of whistles. “I can see where the girls get their looks from” Eddie said. Michelle held out the front of her skirt and frilly knickers and asked Alexia to hold out the back. “Even the thong” whispered Alexia feeling Michelle’s waistband. “Why not I’m doing so at the front” Michelle joked. “Nice mushy stuff down there is fun. I used to splosh a bit in my younger days” Alexia admitted. “Wow. Tell me about it after” replied Michelle as both let out a scream as the semolina cascaded over them. Alexia sexily rubbed it into her hair and posed. “Did you used to be a model?” Michelle asked her. “Yes I did FHM a few times in the 1990’s” she replied. “You are Alexia Morton. You were my first girl crush!” Michelle exclaimed and hugged Alexia as semolina oozed out of them. “You wore a bikini to go in the Gunge Tank on Noel’s House Party in about 1993” said Michelle excitedly. “Yes I was only 19 then and it made me a major star. I had 6 years modeling but fell in love with Dave my husband who works in IT and I settled down to have a family” Alexia admitted.

“You gave up all that to bring us up and dressed down as Alexia Jones” shouted Verity. “I love you so much mum” shouted Saffron. “I thought you looked familiar” said Jane. “Yes you interviewed me a few times in the 1990’s” said Alexia. “What have you chosen for the girls’ last gunging?” Michelle asked Alexia. “I don’t really want to give it to them as they have agreed to change their ways” replied Alexia. “No wonder you were so cool about Verity becoming a glamour model. You were the body of the 1990’s” said Jane remembering. “Yes I even did Playboy I was Miss August 1995” admitted Alexia. “Mum, you met Hef and you never told us” said Verity. “Yes, he was a true gentleman, nearly as polite as your Dad” replied Alexia. “We want to take the last item” said Verity. “What did you choose?” Michelle asked Alexia. “A mixture of honey and treacle” said Alexia. “Very sticky” joked Michelle. “My poor girls have suffered enough can be let them off” Alexia pleaded. “Why not take it with them. We’ll join you” suggested Saira. “Great idea” said Alexia and took off her denim shirt to reveal a very sexy blue vest top. She pouted, pushed her bust up and joined Jane and Saira behind Saffron and Verity.

Eddie slowly emptied the first giant churn equally over all 5 ladies as they looked up and smiled as it ran down their heads and faces. When he started to empty the second churn Saffron naughtily pulled Verity’s top down again. Very worried she pulled it back up. “I didn’t see that” joked Michelle so Alexia very naughtily pulled Verity’s top down yet again. “Mum” she complained. “It’s natural and you’ve got great boobs” joked Saira as the second giant churn of treacle and honey covered them all.

Eddie released Verity and saffron from the footstocks but as she got up Saffron’s skirt had ridden up and everyone could see her shapely bum in a thong. “Definitely take after their mum” Jane joked. Verity who had pulled her top back up said “Leave it like that sis it’s funny”. “You are right Verity” Saffron replied as she, Verity and Alexia hugged. “Would you 3 come on Loose Women next week?” Jane asked. “Sure” they all shouted. “We’ll be able to meet Stacey” joked Verity. “Imagine her being gunged, Oh my god, Oh my god” said Alexia. “That’s an idea” said Saira. “Have you got any celebs for next week yet?” she asked Michelle. “We have one amazing pairing but it’s an extended show. We thought we had the girls from So Awkward but they wanted to do it in a surprisingly extreme manner” replied Michelle. “Okay how about Stacey Solomon, Andrea McLean and Kelle Bryan in a three-way swimsuit challenge. They’d be all up for it” Saira suggested. “Perfect” said Michelle.

“I want to suggest something too” said Eddie. “Next time Jessica Plummer and myself against Michelle and Neneh Cherry. We all take 3 buckets each and the public just vote on who gets the wildcard and winner’s choice gungings. Michelle has taken so much gunge this series I think this way is fairer” he added. “I’m happy with that” Michelle replied.

As Michelle was about to sign off. Jane and Saira pulled her skirt and filly knickers down to reveal her thong. The crowd wolf whistled and cheered as Michelle stood there with her gunged skirt and frilly knickers around her ankles. “What if I hadn’t been wearing anything underneath” she screamed. “Alexia told us you were wearing a thong and we concocted it” admitted Saira. “Turn around and show that fantastic bum to the camera we’ll do a bum wiggle to end the show” suggested Jane. Michelle looked to the skies. Stepped out of her skirt and frilly knickers and turned around to show her pert bum in her thong to the camera. “You’ve got an amazing bum” Alexia commended Michelle. Jane, Saira, Alexia, Verity and Saffron and Eddie all stood next to Michelle and began to wiggle their bums.

Facing away from the cameras Michelle said “This is Michelle Ackerley’s fantastic bum signing off from perhaps the craziest but certainly the most fun episode of the Slime Splosh Road Show. Join us next week for the Swimwear showdown between Eddie and myself, another Loose Women swimwear challenge and a real Spicy showdown”.

Michelle had Saira and Jane either side of her and as everyone was wiggling their bums to the camera she pulled both their bikini bottoms down to expose their bare bums and ran off laughing as Jane and Saira pulled their bikini bottoms back up and playfully chased after her.

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.

Smoke! Mirrors! Lights!

The cameras panned over the dank industrial nightmare-scape of the Gunge Grand Prix studio. An empty bucket seat on wheels lay ominously above the void-space below. Behind it, stainless steel rails, snaking upwards towards the warehouse roof.

Below the studio lay a deep corrugated metal tank, with around four foot of space separating it from the seat above. The tank contents glistened translucently and ominously, not lit or in focus: but everyone watching that livestream knew exactly what it was. The grand prize of the gunge grand prix. The Gunk Dunk.

There were two things missing from that initial scene. The first was obvious – the victim herself. The celebrity who months prior had acquiesced to their names being included in the vote for that year’s charity set piece gunging; after flattery, cajoling, even rumours of outright bribery and blackmail. Those names had been whittled down to a handful of nominees, of whom, just one would take their place on the seat.

There was a second difference from previous iterations of the contest. A complete lack of a physical studio audience. Public gatherings were restricted due to the emergence of a virulent new disease, the planned Gunge Grand Prix had to be hastily retrofitted to work automatically – whether by clockwork cog or computer chip. Everything had been deep cleaned to prevent risk of infection. Facing the gunk dunk seat was a large bank of screens, occupying the entire wall. Premium subscribers to GGP TV would be given ‘front row seats’ to chivalrously cheer or mischieviously mock the A, B or C lister who would be catapulted into the murky depths below.

Hours ago four identically marked driverless taxis had pulled up outside four celebrity residences. With varying degrees of nervous agitation four celebrities would get into them. Three of these would drive on a two hour circuit around the local area and drop the contestant back at their abode. One lucky contest would be travelling straight to the studio.

No celebrity wanted to win the Gunge Grand Prix and be subjected to whichever tender mercies had been dreamed up by the competition organiser. Perversely, neither did any self-respecting A-lister want to be eliminated early or not be considered suitable for nomination.

So in smart Los Angeles apartments Emma Stone and Scarlett Johansson put on their freshly laundered t-shirt and short uniform over swimsuits. In London Hayley Atwell and Sam Quek shoved towels and shower gel into canvas bags.

As Scarlett Johansson bit her nails in the back of the swish modern driverless car it took a left off the freeway and evidently was in a neighbourhood that she did not recognise, anonymous and unmarked industrial buildings, warehouses and office blocks. Her heart sank. It was evident that after ten years of near misses it was finally her. She was the unlucky celebrity on 2020’s Gunge Grand Prix.

Watching on laptop screens the global audience saw first the bubbling broth that was the Gunk Dunk. Luminous yellows, bilious greens and deep, dark purples were all present in that simmering stew. The liquid was evidently viscously thick and the jacuzzi motor present within the tank ran at full blast to get the thick bubbles to form on the surface.

The camera panned up. First to two dainty extended feet, crossed over each other and a mysterious infinity symbol tattooed on a right ankle. Then shapely calves, clasped tightly together. Scarlett’s thighs were clad in tight cycling shorts – curvaceous but toned due to her black widow workout routine. She wore a baggy and unflattering Gunge Grand Prix t-shirt. Her left arm was crossed across her chest and her chin rested on her right hand. Her face wore an expression of pensive bemusement. Her hair was blonde and shoulder length

There was one central video monitor screen that appeared larger and was located than the other. Upon it appeared a familiar face, red haired, and with large brown eyes. It was Scarlett’s fellow marvel alumnus and GGP royalty Karen Gillan. Obviously the animatronic Dave Benson Phillips was not operational by the time of filming!

“So, last time I saw you, you were flinging yourself off a clifftop, now there’s something much softer to break your fall. How are you feeling?” Karen lilted

Scarlett pouted, determined to behave seductively and keep her poise “I’m hunky dory. I just hope everyone at home is donating a helluva lot of money to the charity appeal because this looks gross”

“Now Scarlett, you are going doon! But (the audience’s webcam mics were unmuted) FROM JUST HOW HIGH!”

The chorus of voices intoning that malediction sent shivers down the Hollywood A listers spine.

“We are going to ask a series of questions. Get them wrong and we….CRANK HER UP!!” more audience participation as the speakers blasted Scarlett with noise.

“As well as cranking her up there is of course additional gunge. Are you ready Scarlett?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, let’s get on with it”

The monitor changed to a young brunette that Scarlett did not immediately recognise

“Hi Sam Quek here, this question is to avoid a tank above your head which is labelled the ‘Ice-Slime’, it is specially chilled to a subzero temperature. My question is this. You are well known for your role as Black Widow in the marvel Avengers films but my question is this. To the nearest 10 million – how much money did Avengers: Endgame make at the cinema worldwide?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes upwards, her agent may have briefly mentioned it to her but she was an actress not an accountant. “I know it’s over a billion, I think it’s over two billion. I am going to guess two and a half billion dollars.”

Sam raised her eyebrows and looked deeply into the webcam “Aww Scarlett, you’re close, the answer is two billion, seven hundred and ninety-seven million, what do we do – audience I’m unmuting your microphones – CRANK HER UP!!!”

But first the shocking pink Ice-Slime cascaded onto the poor A-listers blonde hair. She couldn’t help but let out a pitiful scream as it chilled her to the bone. Then the seat mechanism juddered into action, retracting her up the rails.

She took a few deep breaths and composed herself. Her hair was plastered to her scalp and coated her shoulders and upper arms.

The face of Hayley Atwell now appeared on screen. “Your next punishment to try to avoid is Alien Drool. This is extra sticky, viscous and glue-like. And of course if you get this question wrong we move you up this ramp just a little bit more”

“Now what some viewers may not know is you once recorded an album of cover versions by the American singer-songwriter Tom Waits. My question for you is this, excluding compilations and live albums – how many studio albums has Tom Waits recorded?”

In truth, Scarlett stood more of a chance here. She counted on her fingers, then toes, she bit her lip – getting an unfortunate food colouring taste from the Ice-Slime. “I know it’s definitely in the teens…I am going to say….fifteen.”

“Again, Scarlett, close but no cigar. The answer is sixteen. Time for you to get drooled over!!”

An unearthly gurgling sound was emitted from above the chair, Scarlett again lost composure and screamed aloud.

The translucent green alien drool when it was finally spat out coated the actress like a shroud. It fell over her thighs, midriff and face, and had a truly viscously sticky consistency. Scarlett shook her legs and brushed it off her knees and midriff, vainly attempting to get as much of it off as she could.

“And let’s not forget…CRANK HER UP!!!”

Again the industrial gears and pistons cranked into operation moving the chair precariously diagonally upwards leaving Scarlett now some 10 metres above the dunk tank.

To no one’s surprise the final guest onscreen was a perky and relieved Emma Stone. “Hi Scarlett, you look so delightful up there. I hope everyone is staying safe and well done on providing such good entertainment for everyone at home”

Scarlett pursed her lips and crossed her arms truculently across her chest.

“The last treat for you is, our old favourite, Really Awful Waste. It’s a horrible brown colour and we’ve even added some skunk scent gland extract for an extra piquant aroma!”

“Delightful..” Scarlett intoned to her fellow A list actress.

“The question is…” Emma placed a huge mason jar of marbles on the table “how many marbles are in this jar?”

This was clearly a hugely unfair question designed to be almost impossible to get right. Scarlett huffed and puffed “I guess 567. If that’s wrong just cover me in skunk juice.”

“Aww I’m so sorry. It’s 742 let’s see you wasted!!”

Scarlett pinched her nostrils as the thick and sticky RAW glooped on top of her. It was indeed..really awful. The cameras caught her wincing, gagging and pinching her nose as the brown substance fell onto her head and breasts.

“And I almost forgot – CRANK HER UP!!!!”

Scarlett was now perched fifteen metres up at a perilous angle. She was a state: but the backs of her shoulders, lower legs and arms were only lightly spattered so far.

“Scarlett Ingrid Johansson. You are the winner of the Gunge Grand Prix 2021. Any final words??”

In an act of frustration Scarlett whipped her sodden t-shirt off and flung it at Emma Stone’s visage on the monitor screen. It fell embarrassingly short but revealed a backless halter neck swimsuit top and patches of unblemished skin on Scarlett’s curvaceous body. It was undeniably far more flattering on her chest than the baggy t-shirt.

“We will auction that garment later. It’s time for THE GUNK DUNK!!!”

Computer microphone’s were unmuted as chanting and cheering commenced, the camera panned around behind Scarlett revealing her floral tattoo artwork on her back. The chair mechanism kicked into action and Scarlett let out a yelp. It soon gathered momentum as the camera panned around to the astonished open mouthed actress. Before Scarlett knew it she was catapulted and airborne with zero time whatsoever to consider the most graceful position to enter the slimy pit below.

With arms outstretched, legs spread-eagled and kicking. Eyes wide in terror. Chest heaving in anxiousness Scarlett splattered into the gunge below, an almighty splash kicked back due to the velocity of the chair. Finally, spluttering and gasping, Scarlett Johansson emerged. Not an inch of her remained clean, all of her covered with multicoloured mess, her blond hair now completely plastered to her scalp and a multifarious array of colours. She trod slime until she could gracelessly heave herself out of the pool of slime.

With no one to help her she was forced to drag herself on all fours to the changing rooms: revenge on her mind but dragging a trail of gunge. She graciously blew a kiss to the cameras and exhorted everybody to donate, stay safe and stay indoors.

So Round 4 has ended, and the results are:

Naomi Wilkinson defeats Demi Lovato 44-42

Kimberly Wyatt defeats Natalie Pinkham and Rachel Brookes 49-33

Arielle Free defeats Katy Perry 53-32

Talisa Tossell defeats Candace Parker 46-35

In going with what I was saying, 2018 was possibly the greatest year for WAM ever. All 4 finalists took place in 2018, or at least partially.

Voting ends Tuesday at 12 AM EST.

Submissions for the story contest are now closed (late submissions are still welcome but won’t go into the vote). It’s been great to see a high level of participation, and especially pleasing that each of the four finalists has taken at least one drop into the slop!

Listed below are all the entries. Some came in close to the deadline, so make sure you read all of them and give due consideration before casting your vote. Thank you and good luck to all the entrants.

Poll closes at 10 pm Sunday 3^rd May.

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 will contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

The professional lady dancers from Strictly Come Dancing had been called into the rehearsal studios for what they thought was a standard run through of an all girl number for the opening of the next series. The routine was also to feature judge Motsi Mabuse and the talk of the changing room was Dianne Buswell being gunged and going topless on the recent Tiswas/OTT Charity Revival ( Part 9 of this story). A lot of the girls were rather shocked at Dianne but she did receive support from Oti Mabuse who had been gunged on Saturday Mash Up and Nadiya Bychkova who was still very proud of her appearance in Playboy.

“Would you have gone as far as I did?” Dianne asked Oti and Nadiya. “It was so funny and you were set up to take your top off so you didn’t really have much choice” said Oti. “But when Maisie from EastEnders stuck her head in the mixing bowl and got you to do the same I was in pieces laughing” she added. “But would you have taken your top off?” Dianne pressed her. “If I’d gone on in a bikini then I doubt these bad boys would have stayed in” joked Oti pushing up her 36DD boobs. “Nadiya thinks being naked is natural and beautiful. I’d have challenged Maisie to do splits into as many substances as possible” Nadiya joked. “Motsi said she’d have done exactly what you did. If that helps you” Oti suggested. “Imagine her massive boobs bouncing up and down on that show. It would have been hilarious” Dianne said. “Plus she’d have screamed when she got gunged” Oti joked. “What about her hair as she has all those fabulous wigs” Dianne asked. “She shaves down there” Oti joked. “No she’d have just let her afro out and let that get messy. Look at what Amber Gill has taken on that show and she’d have just showered at the end” Oti said.

“Would you have minded getting messy Nadiya?” Dianne asked. “Nadiya likes fun and Nadiya sees no problem with getting sticky” Nadiya replied. “Why do you always refer to yourself as Nadiya?” Oti asked. “Nadiya is Nadiya’s name” Nadiya replied. “I wonder which of the girls would have freaked most if they were gunged?” Dianne said. “Katya!” all 3 girls replied. “Karen is a bit zany and with short hair would have been up for being gunged I reckon” said Oti. “Nadiya thinks Amy is too nice to say no to being gunged” said Nadiya. “Janette has that very naughty side I bet her and Aljaz play some sensual food games” joked Dianne. “Do you and Joe?” Oti joked as Dianne went as red as her hair.

The girls were joined by fellow dancers Luba, Nancy and judge Oti and when they heard that Katya, Janette, Karen and Amy had all gone for a coffee without them a fun plan was hatched and one visit to the local food wholesalers the plan was already in action. After the rehearsal the girls would shower and then just put on a pair of paper knickers and go and have a spray tan. The spray tanning booth could be washed down and the girls began to plot their fun.

The rehearsal was fun but Katya had that air of importance about her whilst Janette and Karen giggled and gossiped all the time mainly about Nadiya and Dianne. Amy tended to hang around with these 3 and did their bidding rather than being with the more naughty minded other group. A plan was hatched that Nadiya, Dianne, Nancy and Luba would have their spray tans done first by Kim the booth operator. It used to be a great gay guy called Carl but he got reassigned as Katya said he lifted one of her boobs up once to ensure complete coverage. “Carl was as interested in Katya as Craig or Bruno would have been” Dianne said. “Nadiya liked Carl, he made Nadiya golden” Nadiya said. The girls called Carl and invited him back along. He would be there and help formulate the plan when Katya, Karen, Janette and Amy went for their spray tans. Oti and Motsi would watch the door so no one could escape. “No-one messes with the Mabuse sisters” Motsi said.

Rehearsal ended and the girls hit the shower. “How long did it take you to wash all that yucky food off you?” Katya sarcastically asked Dianne. “About 10 minutes. We all had a big communal shower when the show was over” Dianne replied. “I’d really prefer if we had separate shows” said Katya. “Do you feel intimidated” joked Motsi soaping up her huge breasts right in Katya’s face. “You are disgusting” said Katya. “I don’t think that was nice of you Motsi” chimed in Amy. Motsi turned around and her bust accidentally hit Janette in the face. Janette said something in Spanish to Motsi and her and Karen laughed at it. Katya carried on showering but as she reached down for her conditioner Nadiya deliberately bent down and put her intimate parts right in Katya’s face. Katya moved away in disgust. “Nadiya though she dropped something” Nadiya said.

“What did they say about me?” Motsi said to Oti and Nadiya as they completed their shower. “Nadiya heard the word gordo which Nadiya thinks means fat in Spanish” Nadiya said. “I’ll kill that little chipmunk” fumed Motsi. “No remember the plan” Oti said. “When did you learn to speak Spanish? Oti asked Nadiya. “Well Nadiya do lots of things that sometimes even surprise Nadiya” she replied “I hope you apologize to Janette” Amy chimed in as she walked past them. Karen and Janette were sat gossiping in the changing room. They never got on with Nadiya and used to hint she was a porn star as she’d done Playboy. Nadiya would wind them up by constantly bending over naked by them and making out she couldn’t find her thong and never wore paper knickers for her spray tan. She knew her nakedness alone could rile Karen and Janette. Amy used to chastise her about this too and her clique had never forgiven Oti for letting off a whoopee cushion one time Nadiya had bent over by Katya.

The other girls still laughed about this as Katya had started fanning around madly and sprayed half a bottle of perfume over herself. She hadn’t spoken to Nadiya for a week afterwards and didn’t speak to Oti for a further two weeks. Oti still kept the whoopee cushion in her bag and had let it off many times since when one of the Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen clique were bending over as it drove them all mad.

Nadiya went to get her spray tan totally naked as usual. “Nadiya likes a good even coverage” she said as she left the room and went into the spray tan booth room. There she saw Kim and a hiding Carl. She showed Carl the supply of food stuffs they had bought and he said he’d open them up in readiness. Nadiya had her spray tan followed by Dianne, Nancy and Lubya as planned. Oti suddenly announced that she wanted an extra glow and Motsi decided to join her. “Why do you” Katya started but suddenly realised that she could put her foot in it.

Oti and Motsi went to the room and were soon followed by Katya, Karen, Amy and Janette. Kim gave each their usual spray tan but had deliberately put the setting up much higher. All the girls tended to wait in the room for their tan to even out to see if anything needed an extra spray or too. Nadiya, Dianne, Lubya and Nancy’s tans were all okay. But suddenly Katya, Amy, Karen and Janette noticed they had all gone very dark. “What have you done to us Kim?” Katya screamed. “I’m so sorry I forgot to turn the machine back down after Oti and Motsi” she lied as Oti and Motsi had not been in the spray tan booth at all. “What are you going to do?” Karen demanded. Kim pretended to panic and said “I’ll have to call Carl”. “Don’t you dare” said Janette. “Well do you want to look like George Hamilton on Saturday?” Dianne joked. “I think you do need to call him” a worried Amy chimed in.

Kim phoned Carl who was hiding in a cupboard and put him on speaker phone. “They need to be soaked with ice cold water and then sprayed with something but I cannot remember what” he said. “They have to be sprayed as soon as they have been soaked so it has to be done in the tanning booth” he added. “We’ll get some ice cold water from the ice bath the lads sometimes use” Oti said as she and Motsi ran off with Nancy and Luba. “Tell the girls they need to jog on the spot to try and build up a sweat as it might help the mixture to stop drying and they need to remove those paper pants too as they could stick to this mixture of tan” Carl continued.

Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen all removed their paper knickers and started jogging on the spot. Dianne and Nadiya stood there hardly able to laugh. “I need to see how fast they are jogging” Carl said. So Kim began to film them so he could see. This was really winding Katya up. “They need to go faster” he implored them. “Nadiya will help” Nadiya said and stood in front of the girls and began to do some furious lunges. “Nadiya said go faster” Nadiya said as all the girls began to do lunges which Nadiya gradually made ruder and ruder.

Nancy, Luba, Motsi and Oti all arrived back with two buckets of ice cold water each. “We’ve got the water Carl” Oti said. “Throw it over them full force one at the head and one at the waist” Carl implored. Two buckets of icey water hit each of Karen, Katya, Amy and Janette. The first was thrown over their heads and the second full force at their waists effectively their intimate regions. Each screamed especially Katya. “Any luck?” asked Carl. “Is the tan starting to dissolve at all? We need another lot of water on each this time over their heads and bums. Plus they need to keep exercising. Nadiya you continue leading them. Dianne go and get another two buckets for Katya as she looks especially dark” he added hardly able to stop laughing.

Nadiya got the girls doing star jumps and really bending over in between their legs as 10 more buckets of icy cold water were fetched. Carl saw the girls bending over and when the water arrived. He said “Hold that pose and turn around please darlings”. The four girls obediently turned around and each got hit with a but of icy water right up their bums and vaginas apart from Katya who got two. “Now the water over the head” Carl added. Oti and Motsi each emptied a bucket over Katya’s head. She screamed and stood there like a drowned rat her long dark hair drenched. Dianne emptied hers over Amy. Luba over Karen and Nancy over Janette. Each shuddered with the cold water. “At least your nipples all look amazing” Luba said. “That’s not funny” snapped Amy.

“I can remember that I kept a supply of the tan removal substance in the cupboard” said Carl on a call from that cupboard. “It was some kind of food substance. Please check but the 4 girls need to keep exercising” he added. Nadiya lead Amy, Karen, Katya and Janette through an ever increasingly ridiculous exercise routine. Whilst the other girls went to the cupboard and burst out laughing with Carl as Kim continued to film them.

“What is there in the cupboard?” Carl asked sat on a tin of catering sized baked beans. “There is loads of stuff in here” Dianne said loudly so the victims and Nadiya could hear via Kim’s phone. “On no, they must have used it as a catering store. I’ll have to drive down and see if anything jogs my memory” said Carl literally crying with laughter at the sight of Katya, Karen, Janette and Amy all furiously doing a naked dying fly with Nadiya leading it as he watched on his phone. “Does the substance need to be sprayed on or administered manually?” Oti asked looking a tin of treacle and laughing. “I cannot remember” said Carl. “I’ll have to call America as I drive over but I can continue watching you as I think it’s best you start to administer the substances as something WILL work” he promised.

The girls dragged all the tins and cartons out. “Did you find out what we need to use?” asked Amy panting as she furiously kicked her legs out to touch her hands in something which was like DDP Yoga on Acid as her pert breasts bounced manically up and down. “You didn’t hear about the food stuffs then?” asked Oti. “We heard that one can remove it. Please apply it” pleaded Janette. “And Nadiya says stop” said Nadiya as Janette, Amy, Karen and Katya all collapsed to the floor in a sweaty heap. “Well there is good news and bad news” said Oti. “What do mean?” snapped Karen. “We definitely have the food stuff. But we don’t know which one as a load of catering supplies have been put in there. Carl is trying to find out which on still” Motsi said. “But if we apply them all and you shower after then one is bound to work” Dianne said positively.

“You’d better all stand back in the tanning booth” Nancy suggested as Luba began to carry the food stuffs into sight. “It is funny you four will experience what I did on Tiswas/OTT Charity Show. Isn’t it ironic” joked Dianne. “For your sakes I hope this works snapped” and angry and sweaty Katya. “Don’t forget that Katya’s tan is apparently worse so will she need double Carl?” Oti asked. “Definitely maybe treble” Carl replied having to put his fist in his mouth to stop laughing and give away where he was.

“Nadiya point out that Dianne was only topless when she got covered with food on that naughty naked Tiswas show. But you four will all be covered with food whilst naked. Nadiya likes being naked” Nadiya said.

This is a bit of a scene setter and I had to fill out the plot. The full gunging will follow in next couple of days

Been feeling uninspired since lockdown, will return to other ideas later but for now something a little different thanks to a little idea I had the other night.

Rachel was standing at her friends Evie’s yoga studio awaiting a special delivery, her friend had let her use a corner of the studio no questions asked and Rachel had her own set of keys anyway so was able to let herself in and receive her order.

There was a knock on the door and two large men in matching uniforms stood outside, one of them asked her name and then gave her a digital pad to sign ensuring she was the intended recipient of the item, they asked where she wanted it and as she opened the large backdoor she gestured to the far corner knowing that Evie didn’t use the back section much during her classes.

15 minutes later and the package in a ton of plastic and bubble wrap was sat in a corner of the studio with the side labelled ‘front’ facing towards the mirrored front across the other side of the studio space.

Rachel thanked the delivery men before starting to open up the package, when she did a letter fell out from the person who had sold it to her for £1 as he was moving country and couldn’t take it with him.

“Dear Rachel, it has been lovely to communicate with you over the last few weeks, I trust you will have as much joy using the gungetank as I have had myself whatever the purpose you have chosen for it, in one of your exchanges you mentioned it was likely you would be self gunging and so whilst I have been bored of packing I decided to add a special feature for you.

Once plugged in you will see an interface at the back of the tank, this will let you set the gungetank countdown timer, and not only that it lets you set a minimum and maximum delay time if you want to spice it up and have the element of unknown when it will release the gunge from either tank 1 or two (yes I’ve added a second compartment on the top as well).

I’ve also thrown in some gunge mix for you to get started and a link to the website to order more.

Hope you don’t mind, and hope you enjoy, would love to know how you get on”

She thought about the amount of work this man had put in only to charge her £1 including delivery was an absolute steal, she had always wondered what it was like to be gunged and had never had the chance to experience it. Despite being a teacher something she assumed would have opened the doors to do it for charity she had still never got gunged.

This opportunity had been too good to turn down, even if it meant storing it and probably an awkward explanation to Evie and no doubt their other close friend Abi down the road, once it was all unwrapped she plugged it in and inspected the control panel the letter had referred to, finding it was easy to understand the controls she decided to get her spare clothes from her car.

After much mixing later Rachel had managed to pour the gunge into the two tanks at the top, impressed at having not managed to slop it over herself as she did so, after this she thought about getting into her spare old clothes, however as she picked up the bag a cold chill came over her with the idea of being gunged in her work clothes.

She blushed a bit, before committing to the idea of being gunged in the tank imagining all her fellow teachers and students watching her wearing her in her smart grey blouse, tight black pencil skirt, and then her thigh high stockings and suspender belt with her favourite matching pink bra and thong hidden underneath.

Just as she was about to set the controls to gunge her randomly anytime between 5-10 minutes from the countdown to give her time to sit inside properly she remembered the camera and tripod that Evie used for her yoga classes sometimes and wanting to see her own first reaction to being gunged Rachel quickly set it up facing the front of the gungetank.

A few moments later and Rachel was now sat in the gungetank, her legs crossed as the nerves started to build, after a couple more minutes she wished she had not put the timer on random as she had no idea how long she’d even been in the tank.

As the minutes ticked by Rachel her mind started to play tricks on her as she was almost shaking with nerves and was starting to wonder whether the tank release mechanism was broken, but as she was about to step out she thought about how annoyed she would be if she got out and then the gunge was released.

No, she figured, she would just have to sit and wait until it was clearly not going to work. However her negative thoughts were put out of her head when suddenly a cold gloopy substance trickled and then flowed onto the top of her head.

Rachel screamed in shock “Yuuuurgghhhh” as the yellow gunge now flowed more quickly coating her hair and then her face as she looked upwards involuntarily into the flow of the gunge, it then flowed down onto and inside her blouse ensuring she felt the cold slimy mess against her bra.

She moved her hands up to her face in order to try and wipe the gunge and ended up ensuring some of it flowed down the back of her hair and pressed against her back, she could feel the cold goo against her skin as it continued to flow down as her world was completely dark thanks to her gunge facial.

The more it continued to pour down on her the more Rachel squrimed around in her seat accidentally ensuring that more gunge splatted down onto different parts of her body and clothes

As it slowed down Rachel thought her onslaught was over and so cleared her eyes and then face as she looked into the camera she smiled to her future self, still not sure what exactly to make of the experience.

Whilst she certainly didn’t hate it, she couldn’t help but almost wished people were there to see it to add the theatre of being a ‘loser’ like those on TV she had watched so many times before, something she thought would really add to the experience of being gunged.

Rachel had completely forgotten about the second tank and so as she moved to almost stand up the red gunge tank came cascading out of the funnel and sprayed over her, the red mixed with the yellow and left Rachel a bright orange colour as her clothes were unlikely to survive the messy onslaught.

The cold red gunging went on for a couple of minutes before it too died down and Rachel was finally able to wipe her face clear, by now she was laughing at herself finding the sensation strange as the messy sloop continued to pool in her lap, although she liked the smooth feeling against her skin on her arms it left her with goosebumps.

After wiping the remaining gunge over her body, she finally stood up laughing at her own reflection in the little bit of glass on the tank that had remained clear of any gunge splashes and began to try and get the gunge out of her usually brown hair.

After deciding it would make less of a mess if she stripped out her messy clothes in the tank before heading to get cleaned up as the anticipation of watching her own gunging on camera built, she knew she wanted to get home quickly so she could watch it back.

On the way home she thought of ways to make the gungings even more interesting and settled on the idea that she would do a quiz in her class the next day, and if a student scored top marks, she would be finding herself back in the gungetank.

She then decided if she got gunged again she have to add a forfeit for herself like in a gameshow and committed to wearing her brand new skimpy white bikini, which she’d bought for her upcoming summer holiday with the girls.

Knowing that it’d be unlikely to survive a trip in the tank, she nervously grinned at having her decided to put it’s fate in her students unbeknownst to them. She then made the decision to order more gunge mix to ensure she always had some spare just in case, this was going to be a fun and messy adventure…

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This is a fictional story about a fictional video. I just thought it would be a different way to tell the story. Let me know if you liked this format or hated it. If it’s popular I might do a follow-up 

So there was I, searching for any kind of new or different messy tv footage online, when I stumbled across a compilation of women getting eliminated from a gameshow. 

It appeared to be a compilation of clips form a failed pilot of a gameshow. From what I could make out, it was something akin to ‘most extreme elimination show’ or ‘101 ways to leave a gameshow’, except with an all female field of contestants and the eliminations were a lot more interesting. I say ‘from what I could make out’ because whomever uploaded the video clearly had no interest in the quiz-show element of the gameshow and just cut from one elimination to another. Unfortunately I can’t link to the video here but I’ll do my best to describe the clips

The first clip showed 8 women sat in gunge booths, all wearing black biker shorts and a t-shirt in a different colour. One unusual thing about the booths, was that instead of each booth having it’s own reservoir of slime above them, each booth was instead attached by a pipe above to a large central tank. It appeared that there were only two contestants left in this round, a girl in a purple top with dark hair and a blond in a silver top.

“And the final correct answer”, said the host whom I didn’t recognise and there was no mention of her name, “is Jefferson!”

The purple girl obviously lost based on her reaction as she started giggling nervously and looking up at her pipe. Without any ceremony the pipe opened and green slime started pouring out, it wasn’t very thick, but based on her reaction it was very cold. She quickly became engulfed in the slime and I was shocked by the amount of slime they were using as the booth filled up to just above her stomach. I can only imagine what it felt like for her to be partially submerged in the cold slime as the host congratulated the rest of the contestants in getting through to the next round.

We then cut to the losing contestant giving a quick interview, she had been let out of the tank but hadn’t been allowed to wash or towel herself off yet, nothing notable in the actual interview itself except that as she was speaking she wrung out an incredible amount of slime from her hair.

The second clip started similarly with the last two contestants still competing, this time they were all laid down flat on the floor with a harness attached to their feet. I couldn’t tell whom the second to last player was this time, but the loser quickly became apparent

“Finally, to avoid being a fish, the final answer is….” the host was trying to draw out the tension, “Hawkman”

The loser immediately became apparent as a girl in a blue top with dirty blond hair was lifted by her feet. She immediately struggled to keep her t-shirt down (or up depending on your point of view) once she was vertical. A pair of powerful water-hoses started spraying her. And moving up and down as her body started to rotate in the harness. She struggled to keep her t-shirt covering her whilst also using one hand to cover her face from the watery onslaught. She was getting soaked through with water just streaming down her hair and onto the ground. Buckets of seaweed were then thrown at her as well and she finally decided just to use both hands to protect her face causing her t-shirt to fall down to around her neck.

Her naked breasts were exposed and glistening wet. It became apparent watching the rest of the video that none of the girls were wearing underwear, which immediately added to the eroticism for me. After much flailing around in the air, the hoses were turned off and the girl was lowered to the ground.

When asked about her toplessness during the post elimination interview, the girl blushed heavily and said it was far different than she expected.

The third clip started with the six remaining contestants strapped spread eagle to individual white wheels on the floor. I soon discovered they were meant to resemble plates. It was down to two girls again, a black haired girl in a red top, or a brown haired girl in a yellow top.

“And the final correct answer is Utah”, announced the host, “So Sally it looks like you get Dinner on Us!”

The girl in yellow was the obvious loser as her wheel started to spin. The host would announce the course and the food item before pouring it over the revolving girl. For Appetisers, she started with a bucket of tomato soup, it was very thin watery stuff which soaked Sally. The second bucket for the appetisers was a cheese dip, a bucket of thick yellow liquid cheese was slowly poured by the host. The cheese must have been sticky based on how it clung to Sally despite her squirming. The host seemed to take great delight in ensuring Sally’s face got a good covering despite Sally having her mouth and eyes fully closed.

The host started with the Main Course buckets. First came the bucket of beans, which mixed in with the cheese to create a thick orangey gloopy morass. There wasn’t a single clear bit of skin left on Sally’s body. Next the host poured gravy over the victim. Once again this was watery and mainly served to wash a lot of the previous gunge away. Sally must have tried to breathe at the wrong time, as she starting spluttering and retching after being hit in the face with the gravy.

Finally it was the dessert. The host took her time slowly pouring treacle over the helpless Sally. Either the treacle was fake or it was watered down, as it flowed a lot easier than real treacle would. It was still very sticky however and saturated Sally. The host took extra pleasure in coating her hair with the treacle. The last bucket was custard which didn’t miss with the treacle and instead lay on top like a congealing yellow blanket. After the last bucket the wheel kept turning whilst the host spoke to the remaining contestants.

The post elimination interview saw Sally still coated in the layers of sludge trying and failing to run her hands through her hair or untangle it.

The fourth clip had the five remaining contestants lying down at the edge of a edge of a muddy field, mud pit may be more accurate, attached to a vehicle. The vehicle looked like a cross between a quad-bike and a jet-ski The girls were attached to the vehicles by their arms and their heads and necks were secured to a kind of padded shelf on the back of the vehicle, the rest of their body just on the ground behind the vehicle.

“And the remain correct answer is Cherry”, announced the host.

One of the vehicles started moving slowly dragging a blond in a silver top behind it as it traversed the muddy field. The girl was getting covered in the mud as her body was dragged through the morass. The vehicle started to loop around the field and picked up speed, the silver top now only had a few spots of silver left around the neck. As the speed increased, the black biker shorts began to slip down. Slowly at first, but then they got to a point where there was an opening for the mud to enter, so the shorts suddenly started to bulge and slide down the screaming girls legs. I was unable to make out anything between her legs despite her legs flailing around, as her entire bottom half was covered in the thick mud.

The loser looked very strange in the post elimination interview as her head and hair were spotless. She was using one hand to hold her hair up to avoid it touching her mud covered body and the other hand to pointlessly cover her crotch.

The fifth clip started with the remaining 4 women stood on something akin to diving boards above a pool. They weren’t wearing individual colours any more, instead their clothing was a lot more unusual. Their arms were in a kind of black arm restraint, whereby the arms were fastened across their chest with their hands on their shoulders. They were topless otherwise although due to the bondage set-up, their breasts were pretty covered. On their bottom halves they wore a white pair of knickers, or bikini bottoms.  The bottoms were attached at the sides to a harness. Like always the clip started with two girls still in the running.

“The last answer, could be Viola, or it could be Violin”, announced the host, “two very similar instruments but only one is correct. The correct answer is Viola!

AT this point the harness attached to one of the girls started to tighten and raise up. Causing the girl’s bottoms to become wedgied. She was squealing at the pressure being put on her private parts. The bottoms were pulled taut but the girl was still able to stand reasonably easily when all of a sudden the platform beneath her gave way. The girl fell briefly only for her descent to be halted by the material in her crotch. She screamed in pain as her entire weight was focused on the one small spot and the bottoms must have been cutting into her. The multiple camera showed her from all angles and I could see the material disappearing between her bum cheeks and one of her vaginal lips hang out of the material. 

She kept screaming and pleading for the torture to be over. Suddenly the harness was released and she fell straight into the pool. A pair of male lifeguards jumped in and dived down to pull her to the surface. She broke the surface spluttering but otherwise totally fine as the lifeguards swam her over to the side of the pool. 

The post elimination interview took place as soon as she was retrieved from the water, based on the amount of water streaming off her. The now stretched bottoms didn’t stay on in the water as she was bottomless. She described the pain as horrific, so much worse than she expected. An assistant was working on her arm bondage during the interview and as soon as one of the arms were free, she immediately started rubbing and caressing her injured sex. Not caring that she was being filmed.

The sixth clip had the final two contestants. I’m not sure what happened to the third placed girl as we jumped straight to the final. I assume the elimination was something that didn’t interest the original uploader. 

Both the final girls were behind soft fabric changing screens or cubicles that covered them from their knees to their necks. Their hands were secured above their heads and the hands secured apart on the floor, leaving them in a spread eagle situation behind the curtain. 

“The correct answer is 266” announced the ever present host, “the closest answer was 250, Sam , you’re our winner!”

The girl on the left had her shackles opened and a robe was tossed over the curtain, allowing her to leave the cubicle fully respectable and covered so she was able to join the host. The remaining girl’s face seemed a mixture of amusement and disbelief. 

Suddenly the remaining curtain was raised completely exposing the losing girls naked body, she was blond, normal looking shape with curves and even a bit of a stomach. Her hair was clearly dyed as her small strip of pubic hair was a lot darker. 

The six previous contestants, back clothed in their t-shirts and shorts, surrounded the helpless loser with paint brushes and buckets of what turned out to be treacle. They slowly coated her with the treacle head to toe, the brushes clearly tickled as the poor girl was in fits of giggles whilst trying to futilely squirm and jerk her body away from the brushes,. A brush  up between her legs probing her sex caused much squealing. Shortly she was totally black with her hair soaked through with the mess as well.

The winning girl, Sam, then approached wearing gloves as well as her robe, carrying a large bag. From this bag she pulled out handfuls of feathers and started to not so gently press them into the body of her losing competitor. It was impossible to make out any facial expressions on the loser but there was a lot of grunting and groaning happening. Sam took two hands to shove as many feathers as she could up inside the losers sex causing screams to come from the white mass that was once ahead.

Eventually the punishment was over and Sam walked back to the host.

The video jumped to the end credits which was shown over footage of the loser being released from the bondage and trying to uncover her mouth and nose, before clawing at her abused pussy to pull some of the feathers out.

Hopefully I will be able to find other high quality videos like this online in the future

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Sarah: Hello again and welcome to the update show. How are you feeling ladies?

Kim: Everything is like totally super awesome. Number of my subscribers is rising since the beginning of the show. I cannot imagine the income of them, after I trash that bossy pseudo bookworm over there.

Sarah: My my, someone is really confident. Did you even consider that it may be you, who ends up trashed?

Kim: Ah, let´s be real cutie pie, there is absolutely zero chance that my fans would let me fall. I can see that it is hard to understand for some wannabe starlet of a medium as old fashioned as TV, but my watchers are undyingly loyal to their idol.

Sarah: Wannabe starlet? That is it.  If you lose today, I will gladly help Angela dish out yours punishment.

Angela: Ms. Crane, I can assure you, that I do not need any help in crushing this airhead prima donna, let alone from some obnoxious TV presenter like you.

Sarah: Ugh, this episode is really too much for my nerves.

Angela: It is not my fault that you cannot cope with a well-educated person and her aura of supremacy.

Sarah: Well, I hope that you can cope with the messy consequences of your potential loss. Anyway, before the reveal of the partial results, let’s meet someone from our audience, can Jules Danes please join us on the stage.

/the cone of light falls on the back rows on the tall, slim girl with the bright pink short hairs in green T-Shirt and jeans, who enthusiastically joins Sarah, Kim and Angela on stage/

Sarah: Hello Jules, if I understand correctly you are a university student, who also happen to be fan of KrazyKim channel?

Jules: Oh yes, I absolutely loove Kim, she is soo pretty and smart. And I absolutely love her pranks. It is soo funny, when she takes down some stooge.

Sarah: But you also know Miss Angela Lanies, right?

Jules: /for the first time she doesn´t seem ecstatic/ Well, yes, we have some little disputes with Miss Lanies in the past, as she is the head of library of my uni.

Angela: Little disputes? You completely ignore the loan period and generally your behavior in the library is inexcusable.

Sarah: Calm down Angela, I know it is not completely fair to other readers to detain the borrowed books, but….

Angela: Hah, as if I care about other readers, but it complicates my job and I will not tolerate it.

Jules: … Well, I know, that what I did was bad, but you didn´t have to snitch on me to the dean office.

Angela: Well I didn´t have to, but I wanted to. Besides you still owe library some books.

Sarah: Wow, snitch on student, which is really low. Tell me Jules, wouldn´t it be nice to watch your idol taking down Ms. Lanies?

Jules: Yes, I would love to see that, it would be soo hilarious. In fact, it is the main reason, why I am here today.

Sarah: Well, we will see in a few seconds, if the voting is going in the way you wish.

Angela: /smugly/ But of course, it was inevitable.

Kim: What?! No way! If this is what you consider a prank, then I must inform you that it is completely unfunny.

Sarah: /laughing sincerely/ I can assure my dear KrazyKimmy, that these results are 100% real. Congratulations Angela. And to sweeten the deal for you, what would you say, if I let you discipline dear Jules over here and give some example, what will happen to anyone who does not behave accordingly in your library.

Angela: I would love to.

Jules: /looking really frightened/ Err… Excuse me, I have to go.

Angela: STOP RIGHT NOW /surprised Jules stops in her tracks/

Sarah: Well since Jules is basically stealing books from your library, we thought that it will be appropriate to choose some proper punishment. Have you ever heard about tarring and feathering? Well tarring is little too extreme, but some sticky molasses will serve us well /On cue gunge tunk with brown black liquid is brought to the stage/

Jules: Oh no!

Angela: Oh yes!

Sarah: But we are not completely heartless on this show, we will give Jules a chance to escape completely unscathed. And since she is such a big fan of Kim, let´s make a deal. Kim, you could save your fan from this terribly messy fate. We will let her go if you take one pie to the face right now. What do you say?

/Jules looks pleadingly/

Kim:  Errm, I would love to help Jules over here, but I am afraid I cannot accept your conditions. It would kinda ruin my image if I take a pie to the face, as I am more of a giver that receiver. Sorry girl, but you are on your own. But if it helps, I will mention your braveness on my next show.

Sarah: Well Jules, you heard it, please move to the tank.

/Jules glares at Kim and dejectedly take a seat/

Sarah: Will you do the honors Angela?

Angela: With pleasure.

/with evident satisfaction Angela press the button and the browny sticky liquid descends on Jules, changing the laid back student into the unrecognizable brown blob. Her unruly hair are now completely plastered to her head, her green T-shirt and jeans are now dark-brown  and huge drop of molasses is sticking from her nose.  She try to wipe herself, but before she had a proper chance, a cloud of white feather mercilessly descend upon her, changing her once more, this time to something between gigantic hen and snowman./

 Angela: /pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts to take pictures/ Hah, this is so great.  You can be sure I will hang the pictures of you on all boards in library as a warning. Now you will be really well-known at the UNI, enjoy your fame.

/Jules looks completely paralyzed and speechless, and feebly tries to remove some of the feathers/

Sarah: Well Kim, you look little bit speechless too, and rightly so, because your fate will be much worse, if you lose, but try your best and change the public opinion with your speech.

Kim: I would like to call all of my fans and subscribers to arms. Please let me help to win this vote.  I know that you all love me and I love you too. But right now I am endangered by the boomers, who are still eagerly watching television and participate in these ridiculous votes. But now you can show them that your voice is louder. I believe in you. I know you can do this. And if I win today, I will really outdo myself on this bullying librarian, all my other videos will look tame and docile in comparison with this, and that is a promise.

Sarah: Well that was really passionate speech, are you afraid Angela?

Angela: Not really, I think Kim is really delusional, if she thinks she has the undying loyalty of her subscribers, especially after her blatant display of cowardice. In fact, I think most of her viewers are looking forward her comeuppance. In fact, I bet, that the margin will be bigger in the end.

Sarah: You bet? Do you really mean it? It can be arranged…

Angela: Errr… let´s not do anything hasty…

Sarah: Of course Angela. Funny you mentioned blatant display of cowardice before. We will see the results soon. In the meantime if you were impressed by Kim´s speech or Angela´s merciless dishing of punishment, please let us know by voting.

 /The vote will close on 6th may and the update will be up next week hopefully. Multi-voting is permitted on base of one vote per day. If you have any suggestions, please post them in the comments/

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Scarlett Bordeaux

and Tenille

began the final course. The PA announcer spoke “Ladies for this course, you must find the tennis ball in the giant chocolate milkshake. Once you find it, you must climb out of the milkshake and use the tennis ball to dunk the other teams celebrity superfan in the giant strawberry milkshake. Who ever dunks the celeb first wins it for their team!”

The course was laid out as such: There was a ladder leading up to a slide. Halfway down that slide was a giant chocolate milkshake.

On the other side of the milkshake was another slide with a nozzle over it. Across from that last slide were two other giant strawberry milkshakes.

And perched above those milkshakes sat WWE celeb fan Maria Menounos

and Independent fan Ronda Rousey,

who had just recently stated her disdain for the WWE.

Scarlett and Tenille climbed the ladders, with Scarlett holding a solid lead. Scarlett got to the slide and slid down, landing in the milkshake. She did not fully submerge however, instead sticking in the goo up to her chest. She didn’t appear to be too enthusiastic abut submerging herself either. Her face showed her displeasure at feeling her lower body stuck in the thick milkshake. The feeling of the thick slime filling her trunks made her cringe.

As Scarlett hesitated to hunt for the ball, Tenille had climbed the ladder and prepared to slide down the slide. Tenille, however, went down the ladder head-first, face-planting into the milkshake. Unlike Scarlett, her entire upper body stuck in the thick liquid while her lower body remained above it. She soon wiggled her entire self underneath the gunk.

Upon seeing this and realizing the need to win, Scarlett reluctantly plunged herself underneath the milkshake. Moments later she emerged, a mass of brown slime. Her hair, so finely manicured and a picture of color, shape and volume, was matted with filth. Her stunning face was a mass of gunk. She clearly did not enjoy the milkshake bath, and had to regather herself before plunging herself down again.

Next, it was Tenille’s turn to emerge. She too was entirely coated in milkshake, her own face obscured and hair throughly soaked. She caught her breath, and went down beneath the goo again. The two girls riggled in the milkshake, frantically searching for the ball.

Finally, Tenille emerged from the mess, holding the ball, and slid down the final slide. As she slid, the nozzle unleahsed whipped cream, coating Tenille further. Her entire body was coated in milkshake and whipped cream, leaving her nearly unrecognizable. As Tenille hit the bottom, Scarlett emerged next with the ball, and in a similar state to Tenille. She slid down as Tenille prepared to throw, getting covered in whipped cream in the process.

Tenille let the ball go, aiming for the target, knowing that if it hit its mark, her team would win. However, she was unable to get a proper grip as her hand was covered with mess. The throw missed its target, much to Tenille’s chagrin. The same luck befell Scarlett.  They both picked up their balls and prepared to throw again.

Scarlett however, saw an opening, with Tenille preparing to throw again, Scarlett snuck over and yanked Tenille’s tights down, exposing Tenille’s thin thong and pert posterior. The crowd squealed in delight, as Tenille rushed to pull her tights up.

Scarlett did not squander her opportunity, as this time her throw was true. It found its target, and moments later, Ronda was dropped in the pink milkshake. She thrashed to the surface, drenched in the pink liquid. Moments after she emerged, the tube that hung over the milkshake sprayed whipped cream all over Ronda’s milk-covered head. Scarlett thrust her arms up, and she was joined by her teammates in celebration. Liza announced “And there you have it, Team NXT…” but she was cut off by the PA announcer “Now hold on a minute Liza, it appears that there was some foul play, and here on Double Dare, a team cant win like that. We need to have a clear cut winner.”

Team NXT looked quite unhappy at this development, while Team Independent looked hopeful. The PA announcer spoke again, “Since there wasnt a clear cut winner, we’ll have to decide another way. We’ll have one last challenge. Each team will get to pick a champion who will fight for them in a winner-take-all battle next week.”

The two teams nodded in acknowledgement, Team Independents moreso. Liza spoke up “So thats that! Teams, better start looking for your champion. But before we leave, theres one last thing we need to do. See, we can’t just leave Maria up there, and seeing as how Team NXT didn’t truly win, lets bring her down!”

Maria protested “No!”, but her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the Independent girls ran over and pushed the target, dropping Maria in the pink milkshake. She bobbed to the surface, coated in the pink slime. Like Ronda, she was hit with the whipped cream from above, furthering her humiliation. She put an exaggerated frown as she swam to the edge.

The teams began to clean up, most notably Scarlett, who had eagerly cleaned the thick chocolate milkshake from her face and body. As she did this, Tenille exacted her revenge for Scarlett’s earlier transgression. She yanked Scarlett’s trunks down, exposing Scarlett’s own thin thong and round rear end. She shrieked with shock and embarassment at this exposure.

Tenille’s teammates didn’t rush to her defense, as it was her cheating that robbed them of victory. And Tenille wasn’t done, as she grabbed the stunned Scarlett and dragged her over to the stairs leading up to the pink milshake, which already contained Maria. Tenille led Scarlett up the stairs, while Scarlett pleaded for mercy, not wanting a fresh coat of gunk after just cleaning up. She was so concerned with another milkshake bath that she almost forgot that her nearly bare backside was on display. Almost.

Tenille ignored her plea’s and threw Scarlett into the pink mess, who landed with a splash, a splash that further covered Maria. She emerged sporting that fresh coat of goo that she dreaded.

Liza wrapped up “And with that, I wish you all a good night, and see you next week for The Final Battle!” The last shot was of Scarlett trying to climb out of the milkshake, only for Tenille to shove her back down into the liquid with her boot. Scarlett slammed her hands down in the liquid in a pouting fit as the show went off the air.

Leave the name of any two female wrestling personalities you would like to see compete in the comments.

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Nadiya, Amy, Luba, Nancy, Oti and Motsi looked at the range of food stuffs they had bought as Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen all stood naked in the Spray Tanning Booth. The current spray tanner Kim was filming this on her phone whilst former spray tanner Carl hid laughing in a store room on the pretense he was driving over and trying to remember what food stuff could remove the excess tanning that Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen. Whilst a good warm shower after 30 minutes after application would remove it, Nadiya had lead the 4 stooges through a ridiculously frantic workout and each had been soaked with ice cold water as part of the excessively dark tan removal ruse. They had been convinced that a certain food stuff removed it but as the store room was full of food they didn’t know which one and had decided that Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen needed to be covered with everything as by process of elimination one would work.

“Nadiya suggests with start with baked beans” Nadiya said and picked up a catering sized tin of baked beans and before Katya could say anything Nadiya emptied it over her head. Katya stood there screaming as the beans ran down her wet long dark hair and stuck it to her curvy body. “My hair wasn’t spray tanned” Katya snapped. “Nadiya thinks that speed of application is important and doing it over the head saves time and let it cascade down quickly” Nadiya replied as the others tried not to laugh. “Nadiya remembers that Carl said you needed extra application” said Nadiya and dumped a second catering sized tin of beans over Katya’s head. Katya stood there looking down and with a dejected resignation on her face which made even Dianne who had planned this feel a little sorry for her. Suddenly Nadiya began to furiously rub the beans into Katya’s shapely boobs. “What are you doing?” screamed Katya as Nadiya manically rubbed the beans into Katya’s body. “Nadiya trying to remove bad tan, seeing if beans work” Nadiya replied. Katya then let out an even higher pitched scream as Nadiya massaged beans into her clean shaven vagina and up her bum. “I don’t have a tan down there until you” Katya pleaded. “Sorry Nadiya forgot and went deep” replied Nadiya pulling her hands out from between Katya’s legs and then turning her around and bending her over to massage beans into her bum and down her legs. She gave Katya’s bum a hard slap so it wobbled and said “Nadiya thinks that’s enough but carry on jogging on the spot to keep the sweat up”. Katya stood there jogging on her spot covered in beans her breasts bouncing furiously in front of her.

Dianne whispered to Oti “I don’t know how Nadiya can do it so seriously. I’m nearly dying with laughter just watching. This is the funniest rib we have ever done.” Motsi stood behind Janette and emptied a catering sized tin of bins over her heads. The petite Janette stood there and took it as the beans ran down her long wet dark hair and ran down her tiny body. “I really think another tin is needed here too” said Motsi remembering as Janette had called her gordo which is fat in Spanish. She emptied another tin over Janette’s head ensuring a load ran down her face. She then furiously rubbed Janette’s small breasts before comically rubbing her own huge breasts into Janette’s face and boobs. “These monsters will spread it over you better” she said. “Senos gordos” Janette said as she began to laugh. “What!” said Motsi. “She said you have fat breasts. It’s a Spanish compliment for large breasted ladies such as yourself” Karen said to Motsi. “I called you that in the shower when your bust caught me” Janette said. “So you weren’t calling me fat?” said Motsi. “No I’d never do that” said Janette. Motsi smiled and rubbed the beans into Janette’s bum and legs before giving it a playful slap. “This might be working on Janette, she probably doesn’t need to keep jogging like Katya” said Motsi going a bit easier on Janette as the earlier incident was clearly a misunderstanding.

Oti walked up behind Amy and cascaded another catering sized tin of beans over her head. Amy let out a very Welsh scream as the beans almost in slow motion hit her head covering her long dark hair ever so slowly. She squirmed as they ran down her face onto her impressive breasts over her taut stomach and onto her neatly trimmed bush. Oti then began the massage the beans into Amy’s boobs and Amy began to laugh saying”You are tickling me”. Oti then started to really tickle her under the arms saying “I’ve got to rub this in Amy”. Everyone started laughing at Amy as despite being seen as Katya, Karen and Janette’s lap dog she was very friendly and none of the girls disliked her. Even the furiously jogging Katya laughed at Amy being tickled as they knew Motsi was having a bit of fun with her. Motsi then started to massage the beans into Amy’s bum and legs and gave her bum a very hard but friendly slap when she had finished. “We’ll get this stuff off you Amy” she promised. “Please do I don’t want to look like a tanned walnut” Amy pleaded. Oti went over to Dianne, Nadiya, Luba, Motsi and Nancy and said “Let’s not be too nasty to Amy as I think she will laugh about this afterwards”.

Dianne stepped up behind Karen who was already laughing as she knew she was going to be covered in beans. Dianne emptied the last catering sized tin of beans over Karen’s short hair and they ran like a deluge down her body. She took it very well and willingly let Dianne massaged them into her firm breasts. “Your breasts are really firm like your amazing body” said Dianne testing the water with Karen. “Yes, I wish I’d have had the confidence to go on something like that Tiswas show you went on” Karen whispered to her. “Why did you criticize me for it?” Dianne asked back. “It’s just not my kind of thing. I wish I was as outgoing that way as you and Nadiya are” said Karen as Dianne rubbed the beans into Karen’s impressive six pack. “Ever since Katya had her IPhone photos hacked last year. The same day she had a run in with Carl. Janette and myself have tried to support her. But she now has this downer on women displaying themselves. Amy just tries to help her too” Karen confessed as Dianne rubbed beans into her bum. “If this was a wind up it would be the funniest ever” Karen surmised to Dianne. With the rubbing in finished Dianne walked off and Karen gave her a big smack on the bum and joked “You forgot to smack mine”. So Dianne gave her a gentle slap back.

Nadiya launched Katya, Karen, Janette and Amy into another furious workout as Katya pleaded “Any update from Carl yet?”. Kim who was filming this for Carl to watch spoke to him. “I’m about 7 minutes away. Just speaking to Shirley as with the amount of spray tans she has had she must recall what we use” he lied. Dianne confided in Oti and Motsi what Karen had said to her. “Do we stop it now?” Oti suggested. “No, lets make this so funny and ridiculous when they find out they will all have to laugh even Katya” Dianne said. “Agreed” said Motsi.

Nancy and Luba came up giggling. “What have you pair done?” Dianne asked. “We’ve mixed all the tomato and oxtail soups together and loaded it into the spray tanning gun tank” Luba said. Motsi picked up the tanning gun and looked at Nadiya getting Katya, Amy, Janette and Karen to do really fast star jumps then jogging on the spot holding their boobs. “Nadiya make you all sweat to help get rid of that horrible dark tan” Nadiya said. Motsi looked at Oti and Dianne who both nodded. Motsi directed the spray of soup directly at Nadiya. It hit Nadiya directly in the face and stared to cover her long blonde hair. She looked up and wagged her finger “That was very naughty, Nadiya not need to get messy” she said. “Please don’t waste the stuff on her” Katya pleaded.

Motsi walked up to Katya and began to spray her with the soup. She was turned into a maroon mess and didn’t complain when her already destroyed hair was given a final covering, She even laughed when she was given a blast up the bum with it. “That made your eyes water Kat” Karen joked. When Katya was sufficiently covered Motsi stopped and Katya got her breath back. She wiped the soup out of her eyes and Nadiya pointed to Katya’s reflection in a mirror at the front of the room. “Nadiya thinks you look ridiculous” Nadiya said. Katya looked at herself and saw a bedraggled mess and screamed but then began to smile. “I do look funny” she said quietly.

Motsi moved onto Janette and started covering her in soup. Janette jogged on the spot as Motsi covered her and when she screamed Motsi gave her a blast in the mouth which made her splutter. Janette needed less soup to cover her as she is so petite but Motsi ensured she got a full even coverage. She stood there dripping with soup and stopped to regain her composure.

Motsi moved onto Amy. “I’m going to run away as this will make me ticklish again” Amy said. “She needs this on her” Katya said and grabbed hold of one of her arms. “You take the other arm Karen” Katya ordered. Dianne and Oti were having to turn away as they were laughing so much. “I almost feel sorry for Katya now” Oti said. “Let’s see what she is like when Carl arrives” Dianne said.

Motsi turned the tanning gun spray of the soup mix onto Amy who squealed and laughed as the mixture hit her. She was almost struggling involuntary as Katya and Karen struggled to hold her. She was kicking her feet up violently. “Someone hold her feet please as we need to get this off her” said Katya. Dianne actually feeling a little guilty volunteered and lay on the floor holding Amy’s feet. Amy was given a good covering of soup and Motsi couldn’t resist giving her a blast up the bum which again helped lighten the mood. Katya helped Dianne up off the floor put Dianne “deliberately” slipped and pulled Katya on top of her and they rolled over trying to get up. “I’m getting as messy as I was on Tiswas the other night” Dianne said as she helped Katya up. Katya would have expected to be mad but said “You aren’t as messy as me Dianne but thanks for helping us. I really appreciate you trying to sort this out for us”, Dianne gave Katya another slap on her bum. “Naughty” Katya said smiling.

Motsi moved onto Karen and held the spray tan gun above her head and sprayed the soup mix downwards onto her. Karen moved forward and back as if under a shower to ensure she got a full coverage. She stood there with soup sliding off her sweaty body and began to rub it in carefully. “Is it working yet?” she asked Motsi. “No your tits are still the same size”Motsi joked so Karen gave Motsi’s big curvy bum a very hard but playful slap. “If this is a wind up, it’s a good one” Karen added as Motsi rubbed her bum.

Nadiya launched the girls into another frantic workout. They were beginning to tire now as this was on top of a hard days rehearsal. “Nadiya make this one naughty fun” Nadiya said. “Open your legs wide like Nadiya and then bend down and look through your legs at your bums” She added. Lead by Nadiya the unlucky foursome were bending up and down and looking at all their intimate parts in the mirror gradually getting faster and faster. “We’ve refilled the tanning spray tank” Luba said as she and Nancy returned, “How far away is Carl?” Katya asked looking through her legs as sweat and gunge dripped from her. “Not far darling” Carl replied via the phone Kim was holding.

Nadiya’s bum and fanny was on regular view as she lead what was essentially an X-Rated touching your toes workout drill. Oti looked at Dianne and smiled. She took the spray tan gun from Dianne and gave Nadiya a powerful blast of the soup mix right up her bum and fanny. Nadiya screamed as her workout class even Katya laughed. Nadiya held her position and stuck her head through her legs and said “That was very naughty as it gave Nadiya a tingling sensation”. Nadiya then received another torrent of the soup in the face from Oti. The girls behind her continued to giggle.

Nadiya stood up and walked over to Oti and took the spray gun off her. Oti assumed Nadiya would spray her back but she walked over to the girls who had stopped doing the work out. “Nadiya become Sergeant Nadiya now” she said. “Sergeant Nadiya sees you found that funny Katya Jones” Nadiya said as Katya suddenly started to laugh. “Sergeant Nadiya wonders if you find this funny” she added and gave Katya a blast of the soup mix up her bum and fanny. “Katya is going to freak out” Motsi whispered to Dianne but Katya continued gigging and exercising. “Sergeant Nadiya has better holes than Katya Jones” Nadiya said giving Katya another soaking of soup with the spray tan gun.

Janette was still exercising furiously and Nadiya gave her an all over spraying before adding “Sergeant Nadiya likes to be fair to holes of any size” and gave Janette a blast of soup up her bum. Janette shrieked and tried not to laugh and carry out exercising. Nadiya moved onto Amy who was giggling uncontrollably and backed her into the corner of the spray tanning booth and started spraying her with another coating of soup. Amy continued to giggle as Nadiya covered her again. “Sergeant Nadiya likes to be fair” Nadiya said.

Nadiya moved onto Karen and as she was bent over in mid lunge leant on her back looking down at Karen’s exposed bumhole and vagina. “Sergeant Nadiya admires Hauer’s hole especially the big one”Nadiya said. Karen was in hysterics and said “You wouldn’t date”. “”Sergeant Nadiya doesn’t joke” Nadiya said and gave Karen a point blank torrent of soup in said region. Karen screamed in shock and fell to the floor. “Sergeant Nadiya wonders if you are okay?” said Nadiya concerned for Karen. “That stung a bit but I didn’t think you’d actually do it” said Karen crying and rolling about on the floor with laughter. “Sergeant Nadiya likes pleasure” Nadiya said and unleashed another torrent of soup onto a still hysterical Karen. “And now Nadiya says rest” Nadiya said as the four exhausted and soup covered girls literally collapsed on the floor.

Dianne spoke to Carl on Kim’s phone “Are you enjoying it Carl?” she asked. “Yes it’s lunatic darling. Nadiya is playing a blinder and I think the girls are actually enjoying it even Katya. If she makes peace with me when I “arrive” then we’ll do the reveal” he said. “Put Carl on speaker phone” Amy shouted. Dianne did so. “Did the soup work?” Carl asked. “We’re not sure” shouted Janette still trying to catch her breath. “I hope you didn’t mix it as that definitely won’t work” Carl said. “Oh no, try something else quickly” screamed Katya. “Don’t worry we will” said Oti trying to calm Katya down. “You need to empty the tan gun tank and do it quickly” Carl said.

“Nadiya has an idea. Luba and Nancy stand over there” Nadiya said as a resigned Luba and Nancy stepped forward. “Nadiya think we discharge from tank over them” she added and started to spray Luba and Nancy with the rest of the soup. They jumped around on the spot but accepted their “mistake” to enable more fun at the expense of the 4 girls who had been set up. Both were given a good covering of soup as the tank ran dry. “Nadiya has emptied the tank” Nadiya said. “What can we try next” urged Katya as Dianne, Oti and Motsi looked what would be funniest to cover the girls with.

With the vote requiring 4 girls to get the brunt of the gunging this is taking a bit longer than I hoped to write. I should be able to finish it in one more part and then push on with conclusion of Tiswas/OTT story and Final preview and episode of this run of the Slime Splosh Roadshow.

The Final Rour results are:

Naomi Wilkinson over Talisa Tossell, 55 to 30.

And Kimberly Wyatt over Arielle Free 61 to 24.

And that sets up our finals:

Voting ends Thursday at 12:00 PM EST

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“You are warmly welcomed to the preview and voting show for a supersized final episode in the series if Slime Splosh Roadshow” said a beaming Michelle Ackerley.

This series has been memorable for many moments such as Bianca’s epic meltdown in Episode 2 or Sophia Peschisolido’s unfortunate decision to wear a thong bikini in Episode 3. I’m delighted to say that both young ladies will be joining us again for the series finale. Sophia has agreed to wear what she says is an even more daring bikini and Bianca will have an interesting redemption story to tell. Let’s just say I expect both ladies will need to hit the shower after next week’s episode too ” Michelle said with a glint in her eye.

“Sophia’s idea then lead our producers to have the idea that we do some swimwear challenges and this has lead to a showdown next week between myself and our Overseer Former World’s Strongest Man Eddie Hall. I’ll be slipping into my bikini and before anyone asked it won’t be a thong bikini the only twin cheeks next week will be from Sophia. Eddie will rather worryingly be trying to get into his Speedos” Michelle said.

“Here is Eddie to explain the challenge more” said Michelle and linked to a pre-recorded piece by Eddie. “Each week we’ve seen people get gunged and Chelle has taken her fair share from going in the Foot Stocks in Episode 1 to being tipped headfirst into a bucket of porridge and having her knickers filled with cream by Jessica Plummer from Eastenders to her bare faced cheek in the last episode with Jane Moore and Saira Khan from Loose Women. Please watch this compilation in tribute to her misadventures” Eddie said laughing. A video of Michelle’s various gunging was played to the song Hit Me with Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar. Michelle was shown laughing as she watched this as it was a surprise to her.

“As you can see Michelle has taken a lot of gungings so far this series and for our challenge we have decided that we’ll both receive 3 buckets each alongside our celebrity partners. Michelle with singer Neneh Cherry who appeared on the show with her daughter Mabel and me with Michelle’s nemesis Jessica Plummer. Whoever gets most votes gets the wildcard bin and the victor’s choice of a giant churn of goodies over their heads. Let’s hear from Jessica and Neneh” Eddie said.

Jessica and Neneh were sat together on a sofa and laughing together. ” We both know we will get messy and are prepared to have her afros weighed down by gunge” Michelle joked. “I was prepared to face a full gunging against my daughter Mabel so I’m sure I can take whatever they throw at me” replied a smiling Neneh. “Also we are going to wear one of our fun stage costumes to be a bit different. I’ll be wearing something daring from my Neon Jungle days and I believe Neneh is going to try and squeeze into something from her 1989 heyday” teased Jessica. “I can still get into all my outfits and will be bringing the cycle shorts out once more which I just know will get filled with something really sticky” Neneh replied with a naughty smile. “I hope so too. I’d have been up for wearing a thong bikini like Sophia Peschisolido did but I have to consider that you are 56” said Jessica winding Neneh up playfully. “I may be over double your age but I’ll be baring a fair bit of flesh and if you want to up the stakes we’ll both wear a thong and whoever doesn’t face the gunging has to pull their shorts/trousers down and sit on a big cream cake or cakes in their thong” challenged Neneh. “I think whoever gets gunged should do it!” retorted Jessica. “Okay how about we both do it. The Cherry ass is still in good order and I reckon you’d be brave enough to do it” replied Neneh. “You are on Neneh Cherry” said Jessica and they shook hands.

“Well I never that will be fun to watch and something we can get Sophia Peschisolido to judge or demonstrate” Michelle said as they handed back to her. Here are the numbers to call and text to vote for who gets the extra gungings out of Eddie and Jessica or Neneh and myself.

“Our 2nd lot of contestants are 3 more Loose Women who were challenged by Saira Khan and Jane Moore to take part in one of our bikini challenges after they did so. Please watch this video featuring Kelle Bryan, Stacey Solomon and Andrea McLean” said Michelle.

All three ladies were in bikinis and linked up via video chant. “Jane and Saira certainly shone and we often joke they talk out of their asses but ever thought we’d actually see them” said Kelle. “Yes we decided to up the challenge and all wear strapless bikinis, Oh my god me getting gunged in a strapless bikini. What could possibly go wrong” Stacey giggled. “When Jane and Saira nominated us, I was up for some fun especially as we are raising some money for an important charity. But when I heard it had to be strapless bikinis I did think for a bit and then thought why not. I just pray mine stays up as my 18 year old son will be very embarrassed if it doesn’t. You just know that Stacey’s top will fall down even if it does need a helping hand and Kelle has fantastic breasts so she’s nothing to worry about again I might help gravity take effect” teased Andrea.

“Don’t you dare Andrea” joked Kelly. “Oh my god if you did that to me I’d be like mortified” said Stacey winking. “There are two of us and only one of you Andrea. I’ll take her top and you’ll have to yank down her briefs” said Kelly with an evil smile. “You pair try that and you’ll both be mooning to the camera” promised Andrea.

“I’m up for a gunging but please vote for Stacey as she will be hysterical when she gets messy and I’m predicting her top will find a way to fall down. Also Andrea at 50 represents the beautiful mature woman so vote for her too” said Kelle. “Please vote for Kelle as she has an amazing body and just imagine say custard running down her beautiful dark skin. Also Andrea is threatening to be very rude and disrespectful to me and Kelle. She has a wicked sense of humour and would take any gunging well as a hardy Scottish lass” said Stacey. “Kelle has that naughty smile you know she just loves to have fun and I think she’d scream a bit but would rub the stuff into those great boobs and be an amazing sport. Stacey Solomon, strapless bikini, her overreaction when she gets gunged and her boobs no doubt escape going “Oh my god” desperately trying to pull her top back up and all the theatricals. Vote for Kelle and Stacey” said Andrea.

They cut back to Michelle. “The two Loose Women with the most votes will face the Slime Splosh Roadshow Footstocks. Here are the numbers to call and text to vote. This programme seems to becoming a sub show for the Loose Women to display themselves” Michelle joked.

“Now let’s hear from our final two contestants of the series. You’ll not believe it but here are Geri Horner and speaking on behalf of his wife Victoria it’s David Beckham” Michelle said.

A video was played featuring Geri talking. “The Spice girls were challenged to put up two members to face the Slime Splosh Roadshow foot stocks and we all decided to draw lots but we couldn’t get hold of Victoria so I thought it would be fun to nominate her without her knowing. I phoned up David to discuss it with him and he said she’d be happy to do it without listening to the details.The other girls agreed as long as I put myself forward to face her.” said a giggling Geri. The video switched over to David Beckham. “Well basically like Geri phoned and asked if Victoria would appear with her on some roadshow about socks. She signed the contract and sent it back but like is busy preparing her lunch of a lettuce leaf so asked me basically to do her promo video” David said.

“I’m going to wear my Wanabee video leotard for the challenge for a laugh and hopefully it will stay clean so please vote for Victoria. She was soaked a few times in the early Spice Girl days but she’s never been gunged and to see her face as she gets covered with something really sticky and her hair ruined would be priceless. She’d take it I reckon but poor David would get it in the neck” Geri said laughing.

David watches a video of what could happen to Victoria and calls “Victoria I basically think I’ve made a mistake like. You may end up getting messy can you come here”. Victoria comes into shot and has a look of horror on her face. “How could you agree for me to do this David” she demanded. “You could back out Victoria” he replied nervously. “No I’ve signed a contract” she stormed and her face turned even brighter red with rage. “I’ve got to wear my 1997 Brit Awards performance outfit a white bikini top and white mini skirt” she shrieked. “Well if you get messy it will be easy to jump in the shower afterwards” David suggested. “That’s not the point, what if my top came down or they popped out” Victoria demanded. “Oh I forgot you’ve had them done since then” said David. “Brand Beckham doesn’t mention that” she screamed. “Sorry Victoria” David replied. “Please don’t vote for me Victoria Beckham OBE but vote for Geri instead” said Victoria getting down and pleading on her knees and pulling David down onto his knees next to her.

“Here are the numbers to call or text for Geri and Victoria. As a Scary fan as a girl I’d have voted for Geri especially when she left the band but Victoria being gunged could be the funniest of the series so a tough choice to end on” said Michelle.

Michelle was handed some flowers and a card from a member of the crew. She thanked them and opened the card and said “It says sorry for gunging you a few times, but we’ll all miss you and they have all signed it. That’s lovely thanks so much and it says you’ve got me a lovely cake too. I cannot wait to try it” said Michelle as she put the card and flowers down.

Suddenly she was hit in the face with a very large cream pie. “You sods, you’ve got me again” she shouted as she signed off laughing.

Who faces the extra gungings out of Eddie and Jessica against Michelle and Neneh?

Which two out of Stacey, Andrea and Kelle get messy?

And who out of Geri and Victoria becomes Sploshed Spice?

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“Well here we are on Brighton beach for the series finale of the Slime Splosh Roadshow and as you can see I’m in my bikini as promised” said a laughing Michelle Ackerley.

“I have no idea what this will look like put please welcome our Overseer Former World’s Strongest Man and the Speedo wearing Eddie Hall” said Michelle hiding her eyes in mock horror and desperately trying not to totally crack up.

“I’ve heard of budgie smugglers but rubber ducks those are ridiculous” joked Michelle. “Stop objectifying me” replied a joking Eddie. “I did wonder what you’d actually wear but full respect to you” said Michelle. “Well you’ve had some moments on this series and taken a huge amount of gungings and will be taking yet more this afternoon. But you are always smiling and having a laugh even when your knickers have been filled or your butt cheeks being exposed in a thong. I’d never do that” said Eddie turning around to show his Speedo’s riding up his huge bum. Michelle burst out laughing and they both hugged and did a joint bum wiggle to camera as the crowd laughed and cheered.

“I don’t know if you remember Bianca from episode 2. Here is a video to refresh your memory” said Michelle as it showed Bianca having a thorough gunging and throwing a huge hissy fit. “Well Bianca is back to update us on how she is getting on” said Michelle as Bianca walked on wearing the dress she was gunged in. She was smiling and waving and seemed very happy.

Bianca hugged Michelle and tickled her belly button. “Bet that will get filled later on” she joked. “My bedroom antics are private” replied Michelle to loud laughs. “You seem a lot happier than when you were last on here and I see that you have got your dress back from dry cleaning” she added. “Yes I only got it back yesterday as the dry cleaners had a backlog with all your pairs of gungy knickers” Bianca said. “Tell us about what has happened to you since you were on here last time. If you want to know what has happened to me. My knickers got filled with gunge several times” said Michelle and got another good laugh from the crowd.

“Everyone was laughing at me when I got back home and they were mocking me when I was out in public. I was just sat at home feeling sorry for myself but Elsie my 91 year old neighbour took the time to come to my door and see if I was alright. We had a lovely chat and over a cup of tea we watched Jessica Plummer tipping you into that bin of porridge and filling your knickers with cream. We both couldn’t stop laughing and Elsie said you were laughing about it and back on this show next week and have been gunged again since. So it made me stop feeling sorry for myself and I’ve now enrolled in college and I’m helping Elsie by fetching her shopping and making sure she is okay” said Bianca to loud applause.

“Also I believe you have agreed to be gunged at a local garden fete?” asked Michelle. “Yes I’ve been asked to open the fete and when I found out they were having a ducking stool I’ve agreed to have a couple of turns on it. I’m even going to wear this dress. But I’ve invested in some tit tap this time” said Bianca laughing. “That is amazing to hear and so glad you are taking steps to turn your life around and keep your boobs in” replied Michelle.

Eddie came on with some flowers for Bianca and gave her a hug. Unbeknown to Bianca Michelle had slipped off camera and when Bianca turned back around Michelle planted a giant cream pie in her face. Bianca stood there with the cream dripping from her face. “You cow it’s go down my tits again” she said but in a jokey manner and was laughing about it. “I could beat you to a pie in a duel” she challenged Michelle.”What a great idea” said Eddie and fetched another cream pie. He put it on the sand and stood each lady about 10 metres away from it. Michelle and Bianca kicked off their shows as Eddie clapped his hands both ran for the pie. Michelle made a mighty dive if it but went back first into the pie. Bianca who had also dived nearly landed on top of her and started to rub Michelle’s face in the pie. She also grabbed a load of cream and stuck it down the back of Michelle’s bikini briefs. They then rolled about on the sand and Michelle got a load of cream and stuck it down Bianca’s dress but accidentally knocked her impressive boobs out. Both got up laughing as Michelle pushed cream out of her bikini bottoms and Bianca pushed her boobs back in. “It’s started early” Michelle joked as she showed her cream covered bum to the camera and wiped her eyes clear. “I think we’ll call it a draw” Bianca said as she hugged Michelle and Eddie again and left with her flowers to a lovely ovation.

Regaining her composure Michelle said “Please welcome Eddie and my Gunge Chums Jessica Plummer from Eastenders and singer Neneh Cherry”. Jessica and Neneh walked onto the beach to huge applause both wearing one of their stage costumes as promised. Jessica a boob tube and denim shorts from her Neon Jungle days and Neneh the outfit she wore on the Raw Like Sushi album cover.

Both ladies hugged Michelle and Eddie. Michelle did the sign of the cross at Jessica jokingly and said “I hope those small boobs hold that top up”. “If my boobs come out so will yours” Jessica joked back. “Luckily there is no porridge in sight yet” Eddie chipped in. “Wow Neneh when you said you’d dig out an iconic costume I never quite expected that” said an impressed Michelle. “Well it’s for a good cause and I think that at 56 I’m still in good shape so why not” replied Neneh to loud cheers. “One more thing” she added and removed her trousers to reveal the cycle shorts from the Manchild video. “Just as I promised” she concluded.

“We’ve bought you both on for the first part of your challenge you both agreed to sit on a couple of big cream cakes in a thong and to help judge it and demonstrate please welcome back the star of Episode 3 Social Influencer Sophia Peschisolido.

Sophia walked on waving to huge wolf whistles in a minuscule thong bikini.

“Nice of you be able to find something so small to wear” joked Michelle as Sophia greeted everyone. “I had a fun time in the end on this show and agreed to come back on again and when this challenge was pitched to me how could I refuse” Sophia said. “I hope you have been working out for this Eddie” said. “You bet” said Sophia and turned around and did a few bends showing off her big juicy bottom cheeks. Michelle picked up another cream pie and smashed it into Sophia’s bum. “Bit more practice there” Michelle joked as Sophia screamed and then turned around laughing. “I thought I might just get a pie in the face at first” she joked. “Of course you can” said Eddie and grabbed another cream pie and planted it in her face. Sophia stood there dripping with cream and wiped her eyes. “I knew this would happen. I’m going to take my boots off and feel the sand in my feet. One of my favourite feeling second only to cream up my fufu” she joked. With all this going on Michelle had retrieved another pie and planted it right in Jessica’s face and ran it up into her hair. Jessica gasped and tried to clear her eyes. “Payback part 1” Michelle said blowing her finger like a pistol.

Neneh had reached for a pie and planted one right in Eddie’s face. “It’s unfair the girls should have all the fun” she said. Eddie pulled the pie off his face laughing and ran and got two pies and gave Neneh a double pie sandwich and rubbed it up and into her flowing curly hair. Neneh stopped dead and pulled the pie cases off her face and then jumped on Eddie’s back mock fighting him. Michelle tried to restore order and in the end separated them. “Neneh Cherry you should know better” she scolded a giggling Neneh. “She started it” said Eddie pointing to Neneh as he went off to get 3 chairs. He bought them back on and placed them in a line. He then bought on two big cream cakes and put them on the first chair.

“All yours Sophia” he said laughing. Sophia stepped forward and said hardly able to stop laughing “The best way to cake sit if you have a big curvy Anglo-Italian bum like mine is a smooth descent and maximum impact”. She sat down splat on the cakes and the cream shot everywhere. She stood up to cheers and shown her cream covered butt cheeks to the cheering crowd. She walked back over to Michelle, Eddie, Neneh and Jessica and they watched the reply on the large portable screen. “Are you happy with that?” Michelle asked Sophia. “Not really, I think I need another go” replied Sophia to cheers. But first I need to warm up again she said and did a few bends and got another pie on her bum from Michelle and one in her face from Eddie. “Always use the same warm up routine. It’s very important” she said and had to compose herself as she was laughing so much. She hadn’t wiped the cream from her eyes and walked past her chair to more laughter.

Eddie placed one really big cream cake onto Sophia’s seat and she looked back and lined up her butt cheeks like a golfer lining up a putt and sat down squelch onto the cake. Cream flew even further than before and she jogged back her olive skinned boobs bouncing up and down to the rest of the people. They watched the replay and Sophia declared she was satisfied.

“Now ladies it’s thong time” said Michelle. Jessica confidently undid her shorts and dropped them to reveal a black thong which separated her lean and toned bum cheeks. Neneh waited a few seconds, took a deep breath and pulled down her cycle shorts to reveal a very sexy red thong. Her butt was larger than Jessica’s and whilst a little wobbly she still had a great bum for someone who was 56.

“Now you have to decide if you want to use two cakes or one larger one as Sophia demonstrated both” Said Michelle. “I’ll have two smaller ones” said Jessica. “Just like your boobs” teased Michelle. “I’ll have the biggest Cherry Cream Pie or Cake you’ve got” said Neneh.

Eddie placed two cream cakes on Jessica’s chair and a big Cherry Cream Trifle on Neneh’s chair. Both girls giggling took their places and Sophia went and stood behind both chairs. “On the count of 3 please sit on your cakes 1-2-3” Eddie said and both girls thudded down. A lot of cream shot out from Jessica’s cakes whilst Neneh went slap bang into the middle of hers and the cream more oozed than shot out. “Please stay seated ladies whilst we watch the reply and Sophia decides who has won” said Michelle. Sophia stood up and wiped the cream that had been splattered onto her off her eyes and watched the replays. “It is so hard to judge I think we’ll have to call it a draw” she said to cheers.

“Please stay seated ladies whilst we get your prizes” said Michelle. Eddie stood behind Neneh and Michelle behind Jessica. Both seated ladies guessed what would happen. Eddie stuck another giant Cherry Cream Trifle on top of Neneh’s head and ran it down into her face and Michelle emptied a bucket of porridge over Jessica’s head. Neneh took her pieing well and sat there as the cream began to run towards her bra top. Her famous afro was now a near flattened creamy messy. Jessica’s beautiful afro was weighed down by porridge that slowly ran down her face and began to ooze into her boob tube. “Payback part 2” said Michelle miming another tick in a note book.

Neneh and Jessica were beckoned forward to join Michelle, Sophia and Eddie. Neneh and Jessica went to put their shorts back on but realising how creamy their bums were and that no towels were being provided as Michelle was in a naughty mood. They turned to each other. “Dare you that we stay like this for the rest of the show and our gungings” Neneh challenged Jessica. Although a bit taken aback coming from a woman over twice her age Jessica thought for a second and replied “If you are brave enough to do it then so am I”.

“We are going to stay like this as everyone else is in bikinis or budgie smugglers” said Neneh to more loud cheers. “I’d like to thank Sophia Peschisolido and for the moment Jessica Plummer – I love you really and now even more one of my heroines Neneh Cherry” said Michelle as the audience cheered. “Don’t I get a prize too” asked Sophia. “Oh sorry we forgot” said Michelle as Eddie emptied a bucket of custard over Sophia’s head. Sophia let it cover her lovely hair and run down her juicy boobs naughtily rubbing them together and massaging the custard in as she, Neneh and Jessica walked off.

Join us after the news for part 2 when we’ll find out which Loose Ladies and which Spice Girl will face the Slime Splosh Roadshow Footstocks and in Part 3 Eddie and Jessica will face off against Neneh and myself in the final gungings of the series” said Michelle as she signed off Part 1.

A couple of days had passed, and Millie was now ready to activate the first phase of her plan. She had got everything she needed to pie Ed in the face, she thought it would be hilarious, but he soft side of her knew that she’d have to make it enjoyable for Ed too, given she knew the way he felt about her.

She started with a simple text message, that read:

Hey Ed, working on one of my uni assignments, and think you might just be the person that can help. Don’t suppose you’re free later today. X

An hour later and Millie thought it was odd that she hadn’t had a reply. She decided to text Lacey instead. This message read:

Hey, I can’t get hold of Ed, just wondering how you are getting on preparing for our little challenge? x

A further hour passed, and there had been no reply from either Ed or Lacey. Millie was starting to get worried now, could Lacey already be completing the challenge?

Millie decided to go round to Lacey’s house. She jumped in the car and headed off, decideding to take the pie related kit with her, in case she heard from Ed in the meantime.

It was only a short drive, but parking nearby was challenging. Millie left her car round the corner and walked the short distance to Lacey’s house. She knocked on the door and waited. Lacey’s Dad answered the door.

“Oh, hiya Millie, how are you? If you’re after Lacey, she popped out an hour or so ago. I didn’t catch where she was going. Everything alright?”

“Oh, ok, Yeh, everything is fine thanks, I just hadn’t heard from her, that was all”.

“Ok, no worries, you know what she can be like replying to messages, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll let her know you popped round”.

“Ok, thanks, I’ll let you know if I hear from her too”.

“Ok, see ya Millie”.

Millie waved bye and turned round to talk back up the drive. Just as she did that, she heard a couple of message come through on her phone. She waited until she was back the car before she read them.

She got in the car and got her phone out. She could see she had more than just the one message. All from Ed and Lacey. She opened them up, Ed’s message was simply a reply to Millie’s from that morning. In it, he apologised for not getting back to her sooner, explaining that he was busy, he had offered to help her tomorrow of she still needed it.

Millie decided she might still be in with a chance and so sent a quick reply. She then looked at the messages from Lacey, and knew that chance had gone, when she saw the photo of poor Ed with shaving foam all over his face. He was smiling and had his thumbs up. He had seemingly enjoyed the experience. Millie thought to herself “I would have done it better”.

Suddenly though, her heart sank as she read the rest of the Lacey’s messages and she remembered the forfeit. She didn’t even like custard so didn’t know why she had agreed to it in the first place.

Millie made the short drive home. It wasn’t long before she got another message from Lacey. This one read: Ready to get covered in custard?

Millie couldn’t bring herself to reply straight away, instead she stashed away the kit she’d bought to use on Ed, she didn’t want Lacey to get hold of that too. She then went to bed.

It was much later the next day before Millie heard from Lacey again. This time it was a phone call. Reluctantly, Millie agreed to go round to Lacey’s later that day to complete her forfeit, after all she’d sooner get it over and done with.

A few hours passed, and Millie, dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts, got in her car, and for the second time that week, made the short drive to Lacey’s house. This time instead of the messy supplies she had taken in her car the other day, she wa taking supplies to get cleaned up instead.

When Millie arrived, Lacey greeted her at the door. There was no one else in, which was ideal really. The girls sat down and had a cup of tea and a catch up before finally agreeing to get down to business.

Millie followed Lacey upstairs and into the bathroom where everything had been set up. There were four cartons of custard and two shaving foam pies. Lacey was going to enjoy this, and better still, she knew Millie wasn’t.

Millie tied her long brown hair into a pony tail, then climbed into the bath where she sat down.

Lacey got her phone out and sent the camera rolling.

“Woah, what do you think you are doing?” Millie asked.

“We need to record your little forfeit”, Lacey chuckled.

“Fine. But just promise me you won’t put the video all over Facebook”.

“I won’t, don’t worry! Now are you ready?”

“Not really”, said a reluctant Millie.

The camera was set perfectly to capture Millie’s reaction, and Lacey gleefully opened the first carton of custard and slowly poured the contents straight onto Millie’s head. The cold custard trickled down Millie’s face and ran down her long ponytail too. She quirked as the cold custard worked its way down her body.

Millie already felt very messy, and that was only one carton. She was more than aware of the fact that there were still three more to come. Lacey had already opened the second carton and was ready and waiting to further gunge her friend in the gloopy yellow substance.

And then it came. The second wave of custard, pouring down on Millie. Lacey poured it much quicker this time and large amount plopped straight onto the top of Millie’s head.

Next, Lacey picked up on of the two foam pies, she gently pushed it into Millie’s face and then up onto the top of her head. Millie pulled a face at Lacey and took the opportunity to flick a bit of custard at her.

Lacey picked up the last two cartons of custard, one in each hand and simultaneously poured the contents on Millie’s head. Millie was now very messy, and completely covered in custard.

Lacey took the final pie and smashed it in Millie’s face. Millie really wasn’t keen on the pies and actually preferred the custard.

Lacey washed her hands and then picked her phone up to record a close up of Millie.

“How was that?”, Lacey asked.

“Erm, how do you think?”, Millie replied, “this’ll take ages to clean up and look at my hair. My beautiful hair!”

Lacey laughed and recorded a short piece to camera to neatly round the video off. She then put her phone down and offered to help Millie clean up.

An hour or so later and Millie was ready to leave. She hugged her friend, they were still friends after all, and left the house.

Lacey picked her phone up and watched the video back. It was great, and there was no doubt it would be extremely popular. Whilst she had ageeed not to put it on Facebook, she had not said anything about YouTube! She hesitated for a moment but decided that it was worth an upload. She just hoped that Millie wouldn’t see it.

A few days passed, and Lacey had heard nothing from Millie, she didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. However, the next message that Lacey received would prove to be a real game changer.

It was the next morning and Veronica had slept in a little, it had taken her a while to get to sleep the night before with so many different thoughts going through her head. She was in the kitchen minding her own business when Tilly walked in.

“So, how are you feeling this morning?”

“I dunno, still a little strange. It took me ages to get to sleep, there was so much going on inside my head”.

“Like what?”

“Just, you know, everything, the Martin, with the bucket of wat3r, I don’t know”.

Veronica had not gone in to too much detail last night about how she had watched this gungings and how that made her feel, and was trying to avoid doing so again.

“Maybe you should try and talk to Martin”, Tilly suggested.

“Yeh, perhaps you’re right, but what do I say?”

“Just ask him what it was all about yesterday, and see what happens from there. You don’t think there’s anything wrong do you?”

“I don’t think so, I’ll try and catch him later. Thanks Tilly”.

Veronica went back to her room for a little, and tried to think how she might be able to start a conversation with Martin. She thought that the best way in might be to talk about gunge again, so she started to look through a few more videos of some famous recent gungings.

Veronica switched on her laptop, loaded up YouTube and looked for some videos of recent gungings. She found a range of clips from the show she had been watching yesterday, as well as some from another show on ITV. She also found some older clips, including one she had a vague recollection of when Holly Willoughby got gunged on Celebrity Juice.

Another hour or so passed before she plucked up the courage to try and speak to Martin. She messaged him to ask him if he had a minute.

10 minutes later and the pair were sat in the living room. James and Tilly had gone out so they had the house to themselves.

Veronica was nervous but managed to ask Martin about his love of gunge and his favourite gunging. Martin was surprised about the question initially but told Veronica about his childhood and how he always remembered gunge being on the TV, he then talked about the time Myleene Klass got gunged for charity.

Veronica hung on to every word he said, and was fascinated by the way in which he described every detail of the gunging. Her next question surprised Martin even more.

“And what about you, have you ever been gunged?”

“Me? No. Not properly, I’ve done a couple of bits here and there, but nothing more, you obviously haven’t?”

“No”, laughed Veronica, but her laughter was cut short by Martin’s next question.

“Would you like to?”

Veronica hesitated. “I’ve never really thought about it”, she replied.

Martin nodded. “Well why don’t you have a think and let me know. You might feel better after you’ve tried it yourself?”

Veronica nodded and said she would let Martin know. She went back to her room and had a look at some more videos. This time she was looking for “home gungings” rather than the TV produced ones that she had been watching.

Sunday afternoon drifted by and Martin and James were now sat in the lounge watching the football when Martin got a text.

It simply read – Ok, I’ll try it.

“Who’s that?” asked James.

“It’s Veronica, she’s been having a few issues with that new laptop of hers so I’m just helping her out”.

James commended his friend’s kindness and the pair annoyed the rest of the football. After the game had finished, Martin went back upstairs and sent a quick message back to Veronica. Less than an hour later and they had agreed that Tuesday night while James and Tilly were out would be the ideal time.

Tuesday couldn’t come round quick enough for Veronica, she had so many thoughts going round in her head. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about gunge? Was she really going to get gunged? Would she even enjoy it? She’d barely slept this past two days.

The time eventually came. James and Tilly has gone out for the night and wouldn’t be back until late and Veronica was about to find out what it felt like to get messy.

Eagerly, she took a seat in the bath, letting her long reddish brown hair flow loose down her back, Martin was just making sure everything was ready. The next time her housemate walked in, he was carrying a tray, containing four cartons of custard, a can of whipped cream and two tins of baked beans.

15 minutes later, are Veronica was covered, custard and baked beans were dripping all over hair, and her long hair was soaked in thick yellow custard. Martin took the last carton and emptied it straight over her head. Veronica squealed in delight as the cold yellow gooey liquid continued to ooze all over her body.

Finally he took the can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over Veronica, covering the top of her head, face and upper body.

That was it. Veronica’s first ever gunging finished. She had loved every second of it, and truth be told, she wanted more. It wasn’t possible at the time but she was sure it could be rearranged. Right now, she had to get cleaned up before James and Tilly got back.

Once everything was cleaned up, Veronica went back to her room to have some time to reflect on the experience. There was no denying, she loved it. She didn’t really know what to do next, but she was sure she could do something soon.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone pinged, it was a message from Martin, containing a video of her gunging, and the caption. “Enjoy this as much as you want”.

Veronica hadn’t realised that this had been filmed but loved the fact that she could watch it back. She loved it so much, she decided to share it, uploading it to her social media and onto YouTube. She captioned it “My first experience of getting messy, more to come?”

She let Martin know what she had done and he approved. The video had lots of hits and proved very popular. The pair decided they needed to do something else, but didn’t know what or when. It was then Veronica got a message that could change everything.

And your winner by a margin of 58-24, the moment that you decided was the top moment of the 2010’s, is…

Kimberly Wyatt!

So, just some thoughts…

Kimberly Wyatt crushed everyone. Like she just went full 2019 LSU and blew everyone out. I thought Arielle Free would offer some competition, but no.

There were a few surprises. I was surprised that the Danica Patrick, Cherly Cole and Stephanie McMahon moments didnt make it past the first round. I also thought Vick Hope would go farther too. I was also surprised at how well Candace Parker did, as it didnt gain alot of attention at the time. The same goes for the Gabi Melim sliming, which didnt get alot of attention when it happened, but made it past the first round.

Im inclined to believe that this site leans very heavily towards the US and particularly the UK demographic, and thats why some things polled the way they did. I say this because the Latin American KCA moments didnt get that much attention. My hypothesis for this is simple: While the ladies in those clips are stunning, theyre not celebrities to us in the Anglo-sphere. To reverse that, if this poll were taken in Brazil or elsewhere in South America, the Sabrina Sato or Lina Tejeiro clips would eviscerate a Cheryl Cole pieing. (Personally, I think some of the Latin American moments are far better than the Cherly Cole clip, and a few others, but thats just me!)

In regards to the UK and US demogrpahics, you can also tell that this is mainly a UK site. The main example that I use is that Arielle Free and Naomi Wilkinson beat out Katy Perry and Demi Lovato, respectively. The latter two might resonate more in the US, as theyre American celebs on a US show.

Just to be clear, Im not saying its a good thing or a bad thing that this is how voting may have gone. Of course this is all subjective. These are just the musings and theories of myself!

Lastly, someone mentioned doing one of these for the 2000’s. If you are down for that, let me know in the comments, and drop the name of a nominee you would want to see.

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With Euro 2020 being postponed until next calendar year, the sports news producers had a big problem with huge gaps in their planned summer TV schedules. In order to alleviate the issue, it was decided to arrange an alternative Euro 2020.

24 British sports news reporters were picked to take the place of the original participating football teams. The selected ladies weren’t doing much with all sport being cancelled, so they couldn’t complain (well, not much anyway!) about being asked to take part. The format would follow the Euro 2020 planned fixtures with a first stage consisting of 6 groups of 4 ladies, before proceeding to the knockout phases.

Each group or match would be decided by an online vote, with the overall winner being declared the Euro 2020 winner. There were lots of groans and sighs, when the 24 ladies were told that the overall winner would receive a very special messy prize, which would be broadcast live on the sports channel. Eyebrows were raised further when they were told there would also be messy mystery surprises after each round.

Each lady was placed into one of the 6 groups, using alphabetical order.

Vote for the lady in each group you want to see progress to the next round……

Group A

Group B

Group C

Group D

Group E

Group F

Polls will close Monday at 18:00 (BST).

The knockout phases will follow the same format as the original Euro 2020, and 16 of the 24 ladies will progress to the Round of 16. How the draws will be made for the knockout rounds is shown in the graphic below:-