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Hi All
This was the first story I came up with. I was surprised no one had already done something similar given what happened with Lisa Scott Lee and Get Your Own Back. You can probably see certain ideas which then recurred in subsequent stories. I reworked quite a bit of it as wasn’t really happy when I came back to it after publishing the other stories. Still not that happy with the ending but I never really know how to end these after the main event…in someways i’m not sure it matters that much anyway!
I already have a plan for the next story (it will be different!), but still open to suggestions. I’ve had a fair few and obviously can’t do them all. The ones i’m tending to pick are of real people with photos supplied (obviously not for sharing), find it easier to picture the person and create the character. Not sure if i’ll do any other celeb ones, this is probably a one off. Anyway, enough waffle, hope you enjoy!
R
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Lisa’s Belated Trip to the Gunk Dunk
Prologue
Lisa watched H at the top of the ramp. The shimmering pool of gunk with “Deeper shade of goo” written across it. She was relieved that she wasn’t poised up there. She knew that it was very unlikely it was going to be her anyway. H had thrown games and she had only really appeared to balance the sexes out. She was never going to agree if there was any chance she would be sat up there. However, she was conscious throughout the whole day she might have been set up. The sparks fly and he shoots down the ramp and plunges under the gunge with a huge splash. Her heart skips a beat. H throws comes up like a mad man, throwing gunge all over the place. She keeps well out of the way. Thank god today is over, it was fun but she had stayed dry, that’s what really mattered.
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Lisa Scott Lee had reluctantly agreed to the vote. It was for charity and given the rest of her band had seemingly happily agreed, she had little choice in the matter. Besides, there are her 4 other band members involved so the chances of her getting gunged were only 1 in 5.
There had been a huge build up to the vote. It was all over CBBC/BBC for weeks before. Steps were at their peak of fame and Comic Relief was mercilessly using this to pull in as many telephone votes as possible. The premise was simple, a member of Steps was going to be gunged and the general public was to decide. All 5 members had made plea videos. Lisa’s had been shot a few weeks before. She was nervous, her hair was black with loose curls that cascaded beyond her shoulders. Anxiously biting her lip and holding her hands in a prayer formation she pleaded to the camera
“Please don’t gunge me, I’m by far the least annoying member of Steps, gunge H not me!! It will ruin my hair and nails and make me so sad, so pleaseeee don’t gunge me!”
The actual method of gunging was a complete mystery to everyone including Lisa. They had done this to really crank up the tension. Lisa had previously avoided a gunging on Get Your Own Back but did receive a lot of mess via Dick and Dom a few years later. It was cold and messy but she didn’t mind it that much. Though she was very relieved to avoid what happened to H on GYOB, she had witnessed that first hand and that was far worse.
Finally, after a sleepless night Comic Relief came around. The production crew had told them that they would provide the clothes for the gunging so they could wear anything without fear of clothes being ruined. Lisa was wearing smart tight dark blue jeans, white trainers and a black halter neck top. She hadn’t taken the chance with anything more revealing. She had left her black hair long, she had dark eye shadow and red lipstick on. She was dressed casually but still had an air of glamour about her. The plan was for the vote result to be revealed towards the end of CBBC that afternoon, with the gunging happening about half an hour later once everything had been set up. All 5 members of Steps sat together on the sofa with Katie Thistleton presenting for the afternoon. Each member went through another short pleading episode. Apart from H, they were all nervous. Lisa had a slight quiver in her voice as she pleaded again, “please don’t gunge me! Vote for H!”
5pm came, the lines shut. Katie really built up the tension just like the X-Factor.
“In last place, and not getting gunged…is…Faye!” Faye beamed with delight.
“In 4th place…and not getting gunged…is…Claire!” Claire smiled and pretended to wipe her brow in relief.
“In 3rd place…and not getting gunged…is…Lee!” Lee gave thumbs up to the camera and a smile.
“This leaves H and Lisa, one of you two is facing a gunging you’ll never forget”.
Lisa’s heart quickened, but inside she was relatively calm. She was still in it but up against H. Surely everyone has just voted for that irritating pillock. They came together for the final results, H and Lisa put each other’s arms over each other’s shoulders.
“I can reveal…that in second place….and NOT getting gunged….it’s..”
Here it comes Lisa thinks..my name and I’m off the hook.
”….H!!!” Lisa’s heart skips a beat.
“Which means that Lisa is going to get gunged!!”
Her mouth drops wide open with disbelief
“HOOOOW?!” is all she can gasp.
“I’m sorry Lisa, but the nation has spoken and you’re getting it!”
The other band members fell about laughing, H was shocked, he was sure it would be him.
“Well Lisa, we have kept the gunging as a secret until now, so if you want to take this bag it has some clothes for you to wear and might just give it away!”
Lisa reluctantly takes the bag with the clothes in and looks inside inquisitively. Her stomach lurches as she sees the shirt. A blue t-shirt. Emblazoned on the front was the yellow logo of Get Your Own Back.
“Yes Lisa, you avoided it a few years ago but no chance this time. You’re going to be taking the plunge in the gunk dunk! Lisa couldn’t hear it. Her head was swirling. Her heart was racing. It CANNOT be. Why me?! With that Dave Benson Phillips bursts into the scene. She could hear his laugh before he even appeared.
“OHHHH LISA!! We meet again!” He plonks himself next to her on the seat and grabs her hand.
“I’m afraid there is no escape from it this time..you know what’s about to happen don’t you?!”
Lisa is still lost for words, she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Oh yes, it’s time for Lisa to finally take the plunge in my epic comic relief gunk dunk!”
The segment cut away. Lisa lets herself be taken to a dressing room and was told she could now get changed. They had given her some black shorts to go with the traditional blue GYOB t-shirt. They had told her she would be wearing just that and would need to be barefoot, though she already knew that. She stripped down to her underwear. She had worn some of her expensive bra and panties today, she had never suspected that she would be getting dunked in the gunk dunk. If she’d known she would have worn some cheap Primark ones. She looked at the GYOB uniform; the material of the shirt was quite thin but dark blue V neck t-shirt. The shorts were typical cheap shorts you would have worn when doing PE at school.
“These should be enough to keep me dignified during the experience…well keep me covered at least”
She quickly slipped off her bra and knickers and put on the uniform. She checked herself in the long mirror provided. She looked herself up and down from her pert bust down to her long slightly tanned legs which were now prominently on show from the upper thighs down. She finished looking down on her barefeet and perfectly French manicured toes. She couldn’t believe she was stood there again in this kit, this time ready for a gunging she would never forget.
Her feet felt cold on the floor, she put her socks and trainers back on to keep them warm. Walking out of the changing room and was met by Cathy the studio manager. She looked down at her trainers and remarked
“You know you can’t wear them”.
“Yes, I know, I know” Lisa sharply replied.
“Let’s just get this over with please”
Cathy chuckled to herself, “Ok, follow me”.
Lisa was led through various corridors before coming to studio 7. As soon as she came through the doors she could see it. The gunk dunk was huge. Bigger than she remembered. Off in the distance she could see the red seat at the bottom of the ramp. Where she was about to be poised and then unceremoniously thrown off. The crowd in the studio erupted, there was a huge number of people here to see her dunked, though she knew this was just a fraction compared to all those at home. She slowly walked towards the circular tank, the walls seemed to grow the closer she got. She eventually made it to the walls. The top of the wall was at her eye level. She could only just see the surface of the gunge if she got onto tiptoes. Her heart fluttered. It was really deep and she is not that tall. At that moment she knew that she was going under. This was going to be very messy.
H came bounding over to her, a big grin on his face.
“Oh LISA! You’re going to have a fab time in there, I can tell you now it’s cold!! It also looks a lot deeper than my trip!”
She felt like slapping him, but again reminded herself this is for charity and lots of money has been raised. She just wished the money could have been raised without her having to get dunked in gunge.
“Ok Lisa, can you take your shoe and socks off and make your way up to the seat please”.
She slipped off her trainers and socks. The studio floor freezing beneath her feet. She slowly walked up the steps on the side of the tank, her legs feeling slightly jelly like. She could now see more of the gunge. Written across the top was “Lisa’s tragedy”. There was a large red nose right in the middle. The colour of the rest of the surface was swirls of yellow, green and red. They had put her plank across the vat and indicated for her to carefully walk across it and get on the red seat. She carefully did this and sat on the seat and put her feet on the foot rest. The seat was metal with padding. It felt cold against her upper thighs, The foot rest was small. Even though she has small feet, her toes were quite long and came over the edge. The gunge was just 1 or 2 inches below this rest. She kept her feet well away from it. The plank was taken away and she was in position. She could now see the whole vat of gunge in front of her. She felt the chill of the gunge. It was cold and now she wished she’d kept her underwear on. Too late now,.
The gunk dunk graphic appeared on the screen and faded away to a close up of Lisa’s worried face. She was biting her lip and shaking her head. The camera slowly pulled out showing Lisa just in her shorts and t-shirt, toes curled on the small foot rest. Her hands balled in her lap. Dave bounds up the steps next to the pool. She hangs her head downwards, shaking it slowly.
“Oh yes welcome to my gunk dunk and our Lisa here is ready for a ride she’ll never forget as she is poised above my special Comic Relief gunk”
The camera cut to Lisa’s face, her eyes now closed and slowly shaking her head.
“I’m afraid the nation has spoken, you’re going down and will be taking a drop into the gunk before you”.
Lisa opened her eyes and leaned forwards slightly, looking at the pool of gunge just a few inches beyond her bare toes. She gave a big audible sigh. Her knees slightly knocking together. It looks smooth and shiny, no lumps but she can tell it is quite viscous, not just coloured water. The studio lights glisten off the surface.
“Trust me Lisa, this gunk dunk is deep deep deep!! I hope you can swim! Are you ready for this?”
She can only manage a quiet “oh no”
She remembers the gunging she got from Dick and Dom and remembers how cold it was, but this was on another level.
“Now you were here when H met his fate so you know what happens next right?”
She nods her head slowly. Sucking in her bottom lip.
“You ask me three questions…” She replies with a quiver in her voice, feeling her heart beat in her throat.
“That’s right, for each one you get wrong we CRANK. YOU. UP and away from the gunge..”
Lisa looks over her shoulder at the track behind her, it seems impossibly long. She knew there would be little chance of avoiding going up to the top.
“Then you’ll be taking trip down into the gunk. So YOU’RE GOING DOWN! But from just how high?!”
She looks again down at the pool, she gives a small shudder. She shuffles her feet left and right anxiously.
“How are you on pop music?” Dave inquires.
“Hopefully I know a bit Dave!” She replies with a nervous smile.
“Well you should know this one. Question one. How many albums have Steps sold to date?”
She shrugs her shoulders and huffs. She only really has a vague idea, she knows that won’t be good enough. They had gone platinum multiple times with their first album.
“I guess about a million?!” she tries
“Oh so close! Actually 1.2 million. Afraid not close enough. WHAT DO WE DO?!”
CRANK HER UP. The crowd enthusiastically reply.
She feels the seat come alive and start up the ramp. Ratchets clicking as she travels up and away. The motion makes her jump. She grabs the tops of her knees and shuts her eyes, drumming her bare heels with the increasing tension.
“ohhhh” She quietly whimpers to herself. Opens her eyes and looks down at the pool now further away.
“Oh bless. Are you having fun yet?!” Dave asks cheekily
“No Dave…It’s not looking good! This is high enough..” She replies with increasing jitters
“Only the first question, things could look a lot worse soon! Question number 2. This one is very easy. Step’s first album peaked at what position….in Japan?!”
It was quickly dawning on Lisa she was only getting impossible questions today.
“ummmm 17?!” She guesses.
“OHHHH, very close!! It was actually 19. Time to move up again Lisa. WHAT DO WE DO??!”
CRANK HER UP.
The seat jerks backwards again, this time quicker. She grabs the underside of the seat, her eyes widen with the bump. The seat stops with a jolt. She rubs the fronts of her bare shins in reassurance whilst pulling an unhappy face, sticking out her lower lip.
“How’s the view now?!”
“Ohhhh it’s really not good Dave! I can’t believe this…” She continues while looking up and shaking her head. Feeling increasingly uneasy. Knowing she was almost at the top and what would happen after.
“Yes this is happening I’m afraid. All down to the nation so don’t blame me! Just one more question then it’s plunge time. Final question..When H was gunged on Get Your Own Back, which level did we drop him from?!”
Lisa knew where this was heading…
”The top” she quietly replied.
“Correct!! And as we are an equal opportunities show, it’s only fair that you get the same treatment..”
“OH NO DAVE! That’s not fair!” Lisa loudy protests, fully knowing this was going to happen anyway.
CRANK HER UP.
The seat starts up one last time. She curls her toes over the rest. She shuts her eyes as she travels up to the final level. Her heart is now pounding in her chest. Butterflies in her stomach. Increasingly rubbing her bare legs nervously. She feels exposed, she really wishes she had left her underwear on, the gunge was going to get everywhere with just shorts and t-shirt on. The seat clunked to a stop. She flexes her toes and looks down at them, shaking her head. Puts her hands back in her lap. She looks up and sees the pool is much further away but knows that soon it will be much closer. Her stomach flips. The seat seems so much higher than when she watched H get it. She cannot believe this is about to happen. It was barely sinking in.
“How’s the view up there Lisa?!”
“Oh it’s not nice at all!” She replies with increasing trepidation. Her voice wavering. Her heart racing.
“well you’re about to come down from there and find out how nice it isn’t don’t worry…Any last words?!”
Lisa recalled how sporting Myleene Klass was before her gunging and how she thanked everyone for voting. She wanted to do the same but was far too nervous about what was about to happen.
“no…” she whimpered..
”let’s just get this over with”. Her eyes fixed on the pool. Her breathing quickening.
“OK Lisa Scott Lee, this is it, your moment of destiny with the gunk dunk. Think it’s time to brace yourself! Let’s count down from 5.”
Lisa doesn’t know what to do with herself. She shaking her head and quietly saying no to herself. Flexing and un-flexing her toes. She cannot believe that this is happening. She’s going into the gunk dunk. She thought she’d escaped.
“5…4…3…2…1…let’s plunge her in the gunk!!”
She feels a clunk underneath her and the seat jumps forwards. It accelerates very quickly. She is rushing so quickly towards the pool she loses her balance. The speed forces her to lean back, both of her knees are flexed, her feet come off the small foot rest, the bare soles of her feet up at hip level. It’s a comical sight with her legs and feet in the air, her eyes wide with the shock of the speed and the force of the seat. Her hair flapping in the breeze. Her arms stretched out in front of her, trying to keep her balance on the rapidly descending seat.
“Oh god! Here it comes” she thinks. Eyes fixed on the pool rushing up to meet her. Her heart pounding in her chest. She gives a wail with a crescendo as she gets to the bottom
She feels something cold splatter on her head. She gives a loud squeal and shuts her eyes. The purple gunge splatters her legs and top of her head. She wrinkles her nose and gives a grimace.
She hears the crowd cheering. Before she can react the seat suddenly stops and tips. She feels herself flying through the air and takes a breath in and holds it. She instinctively puts her hands down to try and break her fall. She hits the surface pool right in the centre of the red splodge with her knees still bent and soles up, backside and palms of hands break through the surface first. She crashes completely under the gunk with an almighty splash. Waves rebounding all over the surface like a stormy sea. She hits the bottom of the pool with her ass. The gunge rushes in everywhere. Rushing in her ears and nose, disorientating her. She feels her shorts and t-shirt completely fill. She was enveloped in the gloop. It was thick and slimy, clinging all over to her.
After 3 or 4 seconds, her toes find the bottom and she pushes herself up. She bursts through the surface and gasps. Her mouth is wide open in shock. She was right about how deep it is, on her tip toes the gunge comes up to her neck. Her head bobs there, hair completely matted to the side of her head. Her face covered in yellow and green splats. Gunge running off her nose, ears and down her face. Her eye shadow running. She is completely unrecognisable. More purple gunge cascades down on top of her. She yelps and shuts her eyes again. It’s cold and she has never felt so messy. She looked like a drowned rat, completely drenched in gunge. This was much worse than she even imagined. She was glad that the gunge was covering her up as the cold had stiffened her nipples. She’d have to be careful when she eventually gets out. The same for her shorts which were now full of gunge and pulling downwards. She kept a grip of them, knowing that losing them in the tank would have been a disaster. The kit wasn’t offering much protection; she might as well have been fully naked. She would ask for towels before she got out to warm up and keep her modesty intact. The gunge finally clears out of her ears, she can hear the cheers from the crowd.
“Wow, that was unbelievably messy!” Dave exclaims.
“Really nasty gunging, how do you feel Lisa?”
“Slimy. Soaked! Disgusting! Oh it’s so nasty Dave! Just want to get out now please!”
She tried to walk towards the edge of the tank but the pool was very slick at the bottom under her toes. As it was so deep she slipped backwards and back under the gunge. She quickly reemerged and grabbed the side of the pool and pulled herself back up, gasping with the surprise. Puffing out her cheeks. Her hair is slicked back and now multi-coloured with the gunk.
“Well Lisa is certainly having a fun time in the gunk. Thanks to everyone who called and voted to send Lisa on a special trip of a life time. Certainly one she will never forget!”
Lisa finally smiled, and shook her head. She was slimy, cold and soaked, but glad that it was over. She had finally faced the gunk dunk after avoiding it all those years ago.
“Thank you for being such a good sport Lisa, we’ll let you get cleaned off now! Goodbye everyone,byeee!”.
Dave waves to the camera. Lisa starts to wave too, smiling and laughing. They show an ultraslow motion clip of the gunging. Legs in the air, the seat throwing her backside first right into the middle of the pool, plunging under making huge waves and coming up completely gunged with her mouth wide open with shock.
Her band mates come and meet her at the edge of the tank.
“WOW, that was incredible” exclaimed Faye, “I’d rather you than me, you got destroyed!”
Lisa laughed, “ God I never thought I’d end up in here, it’s so messy, you’re all so lucky!”
H replied “Well I’ve been in once, It aint nice is it?”
“Your turn next Faye!!” Claire chirped.
“Haha, NOT. A. CHANCE” Faye firmly replied. Lisa, although gungey cold and wet, let herself float on her back, her now green toes poking through the surface. She had never imagined at the start of the day that she would end up in the famous gunk dunk. This really was an experience she would never forget and she was in no hurry to repeat. But she had taken it in good grace and was pleased she had raised so much money for Comic Relief. You can run, but the gunk dunk will eventually get you it seems!
The end.