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Noel Edmonds, confident as ever, a beacon of charisma, strolled out. “Folks, you have been voting all evening. Whats on the line? Two ladies will be getting gunged with horse manure. It is Sasha Banks and Bayley against Becky Lynch and Charlotte. Lets see the result, shall we?”
The four ladies strutted out, with a tangible mix of confidence and fear accompanying them. They took their spots, and anxiously awaited their fate. Noel spoke up again, “It is time to reveal the results, now I understand it was fairly close, lets see how it ends!”
The graphic tallied the votes, and showed the final result.
Becky hung her head. Charlotte’s eyes widened as the knowledge of her fate settled. Bayley and Sasha looked incredibly relieved, so much so that they didn’t truly celebrate. Noel began to usher a reluctant Becky and Charlotte up from their seats.
As the group walked the new standing room only tank spun out, with its ominous contents of manure perched above it. Becky and Charlotte exhaled and walked towards the tank, entering it. They stood, awaiting their grim fate. Sasha and Bayley walked towards the lever that stuck out from the tank. With great delight, they placed their hands on it, and pulled down.
The manure hit the two ladies with force, landing with a satisfying splat on both of their heads. Charlotte’s immaculate blonde hair was instantly stained with the horrible goo. The brown muck also looked particularly striking as it began to coat Becky’s bright red hair. The two ladies cringed as they felt the heavy sludge soak through and into their hair. Despite the heavy viscosity of the manure, it made its way through their hair, going down their gorgeous faces and running down and into their clothes.
Charlotte was horrified beyond words. It was hard to figure out what was worse, the disgusting feel of the manure, or the smell. She cringed as she felt bits of hay stick to her. She involuntarily opened her mouth, and drops of the mess landed in her mouth, causing her to close her mouth in utter revulsion.
Becky stood completely still, not wanting to show a reaction, as she was dedicated to maintaining her image. Finally, as the rancid horse manure began to cover her face, she couldn’t help but show her disgust.
Finally, the gunge stopped. When it ended, Charlotte and Becky were covered in horse manure. The two were practically frozen, as they stood there drenched in abject filth. Becky’s red hair and Charlotte’s blonde hair had been turned into a matted brown and green mess. Their beautiful faces were obscured with the horrible slime. Their expensive clothes were ruined, far from any hope of saving. Bayley and Sasha both had smiles on their faces, but those smiles were accompanied by shock. Even they were in awe of the gunging, and were disturbed to think that some people wanted and voted for them to endure that.
Noel approached the manure covered ladies. He walked over to Becky, and asked tge requisite question of “How do you fe…” Before he could finish, Becky cut him off sharply, “Not great Noel!” She said this while trying to shake manure off her arm. Charlotte spoke next, “Gee, I dont know, how do you think I feel?” She flicked her hands out at Noel, sending manure flying towards the host, who jumped out of the way in a genuine reaction.
Becky and Charlotte slowly walked to the exit, dripping with filth. Becky eyed Sasha, and took a few hasty steps towards her, sending Sasha running. Becky, however, gave up the chase, opting to wash the sludge off as soon as possible. Charlotte also moved quite hastily. Finally, they were gone.
Bayley and Sasha stood at center-stage, clean as a whistle, and seeming proud of it. Noel walked between them. “Folks, we are all set to wrap up Round One, but first, lets announce the second vote of Round Two. It will be Bayley and Sasha against…” Noel gestured to the stairs, and from those stairs descended Lacey Evans and Aliyah. They stared down Bayley and Sasha who didn’t seem impressed.
Lacey spoke up, “Honey, the people voted correctly last time, and they’ll vote correctly again. The audiences realizes that bad girls get things done, and they empathize with US!” Bayley shook her head disapporvingly, “You two think that the worlds at your feet. Well, its time that gets changed a little bit. You could use a shower!” Sasha laughed in response, and spoke up, “I look at you two, and I see two wannabe’s. You want to be bad, you want to be beautiful, and you want the fans attention. Well, there’s only person to do that, and that’s me, the Boss!”
Noel began to finish, “So tonight, dial 0891 800311 if you think it should be Bayley and Sasha getting gunged, or dial 0891 800322 if you think it should be Lacey and Aliyah. Also, as is the case in Round 2, you the viewer pick the gunge and stipulation. Your choices for the gunge are manure or sundae toppings, and your choices for the stipulation are between kiss my foot, and a new stipulation. Yes, at first I thought manure was enough, but I would like to add another. It seems some of us feel that they want to put their opponent in ther place. So, our second stipulation choice will be that the loser will get spanked with paddles by the winner. Go online and cast your vote as to what you think the gunge and stipulations should be, and who should be receiving them. And make sure to check back later!”
Voting ends Tuesday, July 30th at 8PM EST.