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The camera span around the studio, showing the audience being louder and more excited than ever before. The noise got even louder as Dave walked through the big doors holding his hands to his side, and then stopping on the spot, doing an impression of Usain Bolt’s famous victory gesture. He repeated it in the opposite direction and laughed as the audience clapped and cheered. He held his hands out to have the audience go quiet and they did slowly.
“Hello, my name is Dave Benson Phillips – haha, thank you, thank you – and this, is Get Your Own Back, the messiest, most embarrassing and horrid place for grown ups to end up! And, it is the scariest place to end up if you happen to be a celebrity, just like todays two guests, both common faces on television and both ready to receive a very nasty comeuppance for their crimes! So without further ado, let’s welcome todays teams! For the yellows we have 12 year old Gemma, and for the blues, 10 year old Andrew!”
Both children walked through the doors, half running, and looking very excited. Ever since the show with the Doctor Who stars, GYOB had shot up further and further, even the last episode had created a lot of buzz on the internet, and even some mild controversy on one blog in particular, and on a few sporting forums due to the two stars from the last episode. What was more, ITV had made a big deal on This Morning and Daybreak of Natalie J. Robb being slung into the tank, even though it was only an in between shows feature. She had given an interview to This morning describing how it felt and what the two adults this episode were letting themselves in for. It sounded as though a lot of people would be tuning into the new episode due to all the events and buzz surrounding the show in the last week.
“Ok Gemma I’m going to start with you, who do you want to get your own back on?”
“My older sister Charley Webb!”
The VT rolled and it showed Charley sitting at a dining table, looking at her phone. Gemma then came into the shot and sat, saying hi and half waving to her sister. Charley looked at her and then looked back, ignoring her.
“This is my sister Charley Webb. I love her to bits but she is just such a grump! She hardly ever smiles when I see her, and she sometimes just ignores me! She always seems to be grumpy or annoyed, and never perks up. The thing is however, is that I do a lot of chores around the house which are all too much for me to do on my own.”
It shows Charley sitting relaxed on the sofa in real time, while Gemma is zipping around sped up, doing a log of cleaning and sorting. She suddenly moves in real time too, wanting to change the cushions on the sofa but her sister simply yawns and looks at her pointing her out of the room.
“She’s also very lazy as well as grumpy. Honestly, NOTHING seems to cheer her up! She gives off such a bad atmosphere.”
Gemma folds her arms and it cuts to Charley sitting on the sofa and Gemma sits with her.
“If she won’t smile then I will…when she is covered in your gunge. Dunk her Dave!”
Charley just looks at her sister and looks back at the camera raising her eyebrows. Suddenly it was back to the studio and Charley came in slowly, dragging her feet, and as she turned around it was obvious she was difficultly trying to keep a straight, grumpy face. Her hair was in a pony tail behind her, and it bounced a little as she walked in, and it was the same colour as it had been in the pre-show; a nice light brown. Her yellow GYOB top was a little loose, but still fit around her bust enough to make an impression, and she was wearing shorts, showing off her beautifully smooth legs.
“Ohhh come on Charley your here to have fun, no need for the gloomy look!”
“Really? I thought I was here to be embarrassed on national TV?”
“Oh actually that’s a lot closer to the point! Haha! Alright but Andrew, who do you want to get your own back on?”
“My auntie Sammy Winward!”
Dave called for the VT and straight away there was Andrew holding a makeup kit out for a woman who was turned around in a chair facing a mirror, with a towel on her head. He had a dark look of annoyance and boredom on his face. The woman kept picking different brushes out and then finally turned around.
“My auntie Sammy is such a beauty freak when not working. Honestly, all she ever does is spend time in front of her mirror, and I don’t mean for ten minutes, I mean more for like six hours every day. I wouldn’t mind except its me who has to help her out with this. She makes me stand for hours on end holding out her makeup kit for her.”
It changes from Andrew holding Sammy’s makeup kit to Andrew watching television. Suddenly Sammy walks in as though she is on a catwalk, and stands in front of the television. She puts the back of her hands to her cheek and poses to Andrew, who puts his head in his hands in annoyance.
“When I’m not her assistant, Im her critic, because whenever I try to spend some time to myself, she always comes in wanting to know how good she looks, and she makes it last ages. Another thing that is so annoying is all her different dresses which she also comes in and shows off to me too.”
It shows Andrew walking toward the bathroom and then suddenly Sammy runs in before him and he sighs. In the bathroom, it shows Sammy in front of the mirror and starting to apply makeup. Suddenly however it changes to a scene of Sammy lying with a mudpack on and suddenly Andrew comes into show also with a mudpack on and looking very annoyed as he explains how Sammy forces him to have to wear one too and listen to all of her gossip.
“Please help me give her a proper, full body mudpack, and dunk her Dave!”
Behind the cheering Andrew, Sammy sits up and takes off the cucumbers from her eyes and does a pose of intense shock, bringing her hand to her wide open mouth.
“Uh oh, we better bring in this prima donna, come on get in here Sammy!”
Sammy walks in, again as though she is on a catwalk. She is wearing a blue GYOB top which fits tightly around her, and is wearing shorts showing off smooth legs. She has her hair done up in a bun and looks to have actually applied a little makeup. She stops, her hand on her hip and her other down by her side, doing a typical model pose, but stops holding it and laughs a little at all the booing. Dave and even Charley are smiling a little bit at her entrance, with Andrew half smiling half seeming a little embarrassed because of his aunt.
“Sammy do you really make Andrew have to wear a mudpack with you?”
“Well why not? I mean it is good for the skin, in fact Dave, maybe you should try one.”
“Er, I don’t think so Sammy! Right well I’m going to explain what will happen today. Both Gemma and Andrew will be going through the games and trying to score as many points as they possibly can, whilst our two Emmerdale celebrities, Charley and Sammy will try to stop that from happening. But as you all know by now, here at Get Your Own Back, it is whoever scores the most points, who will have a greater chance to sling their adults into the gunge, which believe me, today is so foul and so vile that both of our two ladies will surely be shivering in sheer fear!”
A camera focused on the gunge span around, and then zoomed out a bit to show the tank filled with a green themed gunge. In contrast to the last episode, it bubbled slightly at the edges, and seemed to have a little skin on it. It looked very dense and had little specks of yellow around it. As usual, there was some form of white writing in gunge but the camera turned back to Dave who declared the start of the games. It then cut to Dave, Gemma and Andrew all standing in front of two large circles, which behind had Charley and Sammy sitting in two seats above each one, swinging their legs and bare feet.
“Ohhh yes here we are, and the return of one of our favourite games here at Get Your Own Back, yes we are back in the GYOB bakery and are about to make a very nice celebrity filled cake! Hahaha! What both Gemma and Andrew here have to do, is run through this wall of pillars…woah, oop, there…and then pick up either a white, yellow or red bucket, containing either whipped cream, custard or jam…come back through this wall…woops, ah, blimey…phew…and then deposit the contents of their bucket onto the cake. Theres two of each ingredient but of course we have grumpy Charley and beauty freak Sammy up there on their chairs, and they will be throwing muffins down at our contestants to try and make things difficult. Whoever gets all the ingredients onto the cake base and presses their button will get to see their adult toppled onto the base and we will be completing our celebrity filling cake! Hahaha! There’s 60 points up for grabs here guys, so get ready, set, go!”
The klaxon sounded and both Gemma and Andrew rushed forward, already under a barrage of muffins. Gemma battered her pillars out of the way coming out on the other side, whereas Andrew got through much slower. By the time he reached his red bucket, Gemma had already gone back through with her white one. She came out of the otherside of the wall and ignored the muffins, tipping her white slime-like cream over the base and ran back toward the wall, followed a second later by Andrew who had also deposited the red gloop from his red bucket onto the base. Both ran through the other side and evenly took a yellow bucket and went back through the pillars toward the bases. Both Charley and Sammy were chucking muffins like mad at the kids, Sammy seemed to be quite fierce, and Charley, although contradicting the reason she was brought on, was enjoying herself. Gemma and Andrew poured their yellow buckets onto the bases and ran back through the pillars. This time however Andrew seemed to have taken a little longer, as he was only just getting out of the wall when Gemma was rushing back in with her second white bucket. He picked up the other yellow bucket and ran through, only to find Gemma emptying the white contents over her base. He did the same with his yellow as she ran back through. This time both were evenly matched as Gemma had gotten stuck on her return, and for the next two buckets both were at the same pace. Gemma picked up her last bucket, her red one, and Andrew picked up his white one, however dropped it by accident. Gemma disappeared into the wall just before Andrew and came out slightly before him, tipping the contents onto the heavily coated base and chucked away her bucket just as Andrew started to run forward. Gemma however had already pressed the button and the klaxon had sounded.
“NO! AGH – Ummmphhh”
Charley had watched Gemma in terror shouting no, right up until the point her chair collapsed, and the audience had cheered as she was flung onto the messy contents of the base. They sploshed a little and dripped over the sides as the glamorous actress remained laying face down for a few moments before looking up; her face was completely covered in red, yellow and white. It dripped down her face in large splodges and she spat out some of the mess, giving a face that ironically looked a bit grumpy, although this time it was genuine due to her comical situation. The audience continued to cheer and she looked at Gemma, looking like she was about to shout, when suddenly the large circle, covered with the same sort of mess, flipped and flung downward toward Charley. The actress had her mouth wide open to shout, but her face was quickly shoved downward into the sloppy covering, causing more of the mess to come over the sides and was kept there as the base from above squelched to a rest, Charley’s face completely smushed and buried downward. As Dave came running in, all that could be seen of Charley was the top or her head poking out from between the base and top, all covered and buried in thick, red, white and yellow filling. The top of her head was slowly shaking, and struggling to get free it seemed and on the other side, her messy feet were wriggling a little pathetically as she was glued in between the large, messy circles. Sammy was beside herself in the seat next to Charley, and was obviously pleased she had escaped the embarrassment.
“Hahaha! I tell you what that was pretty amazing wasn’t it? I would say that is a very nice looking cake there I would! Well done Gemma you got all 6 ingredients onto your cake base, 60 points! Andrew I’m afraid you only got the 5 there, but still, good score, 50 points! And as for Charley, well doesn’t she look lovely in there? Haha, Not!”
Charley had managed to look up a bit, her face completely covered in the various colours of mess due to her hands stil being stuck in between the makeshift cake and not being able to wipe her face clean. Her mouth was wide open, and looking at Dave, suddenly shocked as though she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. This prompted some laughter from Sammy and some of the audience. Dave quickly summed up the scores and the scene changed to Dave, Andrew and Sammy all bouncing upon a large blue inflatable. Dave was next to a wall in the middle of the blue team which had a few yellow counters on.
“Now its time for an old classic, yes what young Andrew has to do is take one of the yellow counters from his wall behind him, and place it onto this wall here, whilst Sammy over there will be trying to take away the counters. For each counter left on the wall at the end of the game, its 10 points. So, on your marks, set, go!”
Sammy and Andrew both ran forward, Andrew reaching the wall just before Sammy, and he placed a counter onto it and bounced back. Sammy managed to take one off but unlike Andrew who bounced back successfully, the bungie cord fell backward, legs and barefeet sprawling over the inflatable as Andrew placed another counter on the wall. Sammy stood and ran forward taking another off, this time however she managed to stay upright and bounce back to put it on the wall behind her. She attempted to run forward but fell just before the wall, and was slightly pulled back by the cord. She attempted to get upright but fell backward, and was in a fit of laughter as as Andrew ran forward a couple of times to put counters on the wall. The audience were starting to countdown as Sammy managed to get one more counter off the wall, but she fell back once more just as the klaxon went, and was in tears of laughter. She sat with her legs out straight as Dave ran in.
Woah, woah, stopppp! Well Sammy no offence, but you were terrible at that game weren’t you?”
“I…I tried but it just…”
“I think she enjoyed it nonetheless, she can’t stop laughing look at her! Right well, Andrew you on the other hand did well lets just count these counters…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…11…12…13…and a final one there, 14, what an amazing score, 140 points!”
Andrew cheered and was suddenly replaced with a shot of the whole course again, this time the yellows were bouncing slightly ready, and Dave declared the game begin. Both Charley and Gemma ran forward, Charley taking a counter off, Gemma placing on back on. Both managed to keep on their feet back to their walls and both ran at the same pace back to the wall in the middle. Once again both managed to either take or place and return to their wall with ease. Charley ran out again to the wall to take one but fell backward due to the cord. She handled it better than Sammy and got on her feet right away, placing the counter on her wall behind her as Gemma placed another on. She once again ran and took one with ease, and Gemma this time fell on her way to the wall. Charley grabbed another but fell backward due to the cord just as the audience counted down, and Gemma quickly placed one more on the wall before the klaxon sounded.
“Stop! Stop! Wow you two were very concentrated there weren’t you? Right lets see here…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…Good score there 80 points! Well done Gemma! Right well as we approcha halfway the scores are looking like this…The yellows are on 140 but in the lead with 190, its the blues!”
The cheering continued as the scene changed to Sammy and Charley both standing either side of Dave, all in front of a table with some pies and a cardboard cut out behind them.
“This is my favourite part of the show apart from the gunk dunk now, its Goo Who, in which we find out who exactly out of these two, do the audience want to land in the goo! And, we also give one of the ladies the chance to lower the chances of themselves going in the gunge based off the audiences vote. Now before the audience say a word, we are going to let you both have a bit of a say and explain why you shouldn’t go in, but the other lady should, so Charley, we will start with you, your camera is there, 20 seconds, go!”
“Right I shouldn’t be gunged full stop. No way do I deserve it, I mean what? Is there a law on not smiling now? I mean for your information, I do smile actually, just at home sometimes Im too tired too. It really isn’t a bad thing, not bad enough to have me go in the gunge? I would say Sammy deserves it more. I mean imagine if you had to wait for hours to use the bathroom? Wouldn’t it drive you up the wall? And what about being forced to wear a mudpack? I think she should be forced to take a dip in -”
The klaxon sounded and there were one or two people cheering toward the end of Charley’s plea. Dave pointed Sammy to her camera and it was her turn.
“Please please please don’t gunge me, please! I’m not going to make excuses other than PLEASE let don’t gunge me! I mean OK I like to spend time on my appearance, I’ll admit it, and as for forcing Andrew to have mudpack treatment and have a chat with him, well I mean it is good for his skin, and he enjoys the gossip, I swear her does! I don’t want my makeup ruined, and plus I always get the messy stuff! I was in a mud fight on Emmerdale, had my face pushed in a cake and was even gunged over on ITV -”
Dave looked at Sammy with a look of interest for a few seconds, and said how he could listen to her pleas all day. He looked to the audience though and pointed at Charley.
“Right, if you want Charley to end up in the goo, scream to your hearts content now!”
Charley looked around with shifty eyes, holding back a smile as a few cheers sounded, but all in all, not even half of the audience seemed to be reacting. She finally forced a smug smile as she looked at Sammy, who had also noticed the quietness of the audience. She held her hands on her cheeks as Dave asked the audience to cheer for Sammy if they wanted her to go in the gunge. This time, the audience erupted in a deafening cheer, to which Sammy dragged her cheeks down a slight bit and smiled embarrassingly around at the audience. She shook her head a little as the cheering continued and Dave finally spoke.
“Talk about a landslide or what? Sammy it seems as if the audience really, really want you to end up in the smelly stuff later. But of course you may not, and so because Charley won that little vote and to ease the audience a little, will you please follow me round here…haha, Sammy knows I think what is about to happen here. Right just pop your lovely face in there, yes you see we are giving you a sorts of mudpack in a way…but with cream and pies really. Yes Charley will now have the opportunity to decrease her chances of going into the gunge later, because for each pie she can throw and hit Sammy’s face with, she will add 10 points to Andrew’s score, therefore increasing Sammy’s chances of going in the gunge and decreasing your chances. Understand Charley?”
Cheering broke out among the audience as Charley picked up one of the pies and threw it at Sammy’s face. It missed however, hitting the part below her co-star. Sammy cheered a little but was cut off; a pie had connected with her face. Globs of cream exploded to the sides and the crust stickly fell away, only for another pie to hit a cream covered Sammy again. She spat out cream and opened her moth wide in show for a few moments as another pie hit to the side of her, missing. She looked to be laughing a tiny bit just before Charley, who was smiling contently aimed another pie at the actresses face. It splatted the top of Sammy’s face, and cream dripped thickly down her face as some of the crust also did. The klaxon went off just as Charley picked up another pie and gave an obvious look of disappointment at the sound, but she nevertheless threw her free hand into the air in triumph. Sammy on the other hand came out from behind the board, bringing her hands to her face and wiping away the cream from her eyes and wiping her mouth a little bit. She came over to Dave and shook her head at Charley, who was laughing audibly. Even Dave couldn’t help but laugh a tiny bit too.
“Wow, that was brilliant. I would say that the white of that cream really brings out your features Sammy…or at least it would if we could see your face! Haha! Right well, Charley you managed to get a total of 3 hits, and what great hits they were too, and so we will add 30 points onto Andrew’s score. But hang on a second, let me just take that off you…”
Dave took the pie that Charley was still holding and gave it to Sammy. Before anything else, he bolted off the screen, as quickly as Sammy acted. She upturned the pie onto Charley’s head, some of the cream dripping down onto her face, but the majority of the stuff coating and dripping down the sides of her hair. She screamed in sudden shock, but quickly regained herself by picking up two pies and sandwiching them around Sammy, with cream exploding across her face and down her shoulders and top. Both actresses laughed and regained themselves just as the a score screen came on.
“So at the end of that, Gemma still had 140 points but due to Charley’s great throwing there, it is now 220 points to Andrew!”
The screen cut to Dave standing before what looked like a diner, standing with Gemma and Andrew to his sides, and holding a tray full of various glasses. Charley and Sammy where in mock up chef outfits on either side of the diner setting.
“It’s the game before the gunge and the return of one of the Get Your Own Back classics. What our two contestants have to do is take as many of these trays of glasses as they can from the table over there, and bring them back to this large table here. But they will have to dodge the tables and also, incoming food from our two angry chefs, Charley and Sammy too! Now its 10 points for each glass still standing on all the trays at the end, so without further ado, let the game, begin!”
Gemma and Andrew started through the tables and although they weren’t carrying anything, a barrage of foam food started to fly at them. Both picked up a tray and started carefully back among the tables, more foam food started to fly at them. Gemma got hit by a mushroom of some sort but managed to keep all but one of her glasses upright, whereas Andrew was hit by a tomato and most of his fell, with only a couple standing. Both ran back and picked up another tray, and this time most of the food missed them both and so both had all glasses standing on their trays. The third time though, Gemma was halfway back with her tray when all of her glasses where knocked as she was hit with a tomato, and Andrew managed to quickly dodge a brocoli just before he reached his table, only one of his glasses falling. Both went back to their table to pick up another tray just as the audience were counting down, and both were hit by food, but still had glasses standing when they reached the table and put the trays down, and finally the klaxon sounded and Dave game jogging in.
“Alright guys stop where you are! Well done there both of you, I would say both Charley and Sammy were pretty brutal just then! Right Gemma let’s have a look at how many glasses you have standing…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…6 glasses, so 60 points! Well done, well done, and Andrew let’s see…1, 2, 3, 4, 5…good score there, 50 points!”
The scene changed from the cheering contestants to Dave standing between both Gemma and Andrew, and grinning as he usually did.
“Well at the end of that round the scores look like this…Gemma has 200 points but going through to the gunk dunk with a massive 270 points, is Andrew! Right well talking of the gunge, we have our two female celebrities both shivering in sheer fear above it! So who will get their own back, Gemma or Andrew here? Let’s go find out as we go toward, the gunk dunk!”
All three turned on their heels and walked into the smoke, and the title card for the ‘Gunk Dunk’ came up. It faded away however to show a very green lucking vat of gunge, which shone a little bit as the camera zoomed out and panned up slowly. It was bubbling a tiny bit around the edges, and it was obvious that it was a very thick gunge as usual, but didn’t look as wet as it had before. There were speck of yellow and even a bit of brown in the green pool, and as the camera zoomed out, white words saying, “A gooey shade of green! Eurgh!”, were written in white gunge. Both Charley and Sammy were sat only inches above, both barefoot and both looking slightly nervous. Charley was sat more relaxed however than Sammy, her hands resting in her lap, but she was looking down into the gunge which a bracing sort of look. Sammy on the other hand was looking at the gunge below in sheer dislike, and snook a look at Andrew before looking back down to the gunge, turning her nose up at it. This could have been down to the lingering wiff coming from it, that smelt a little like a mixture between rotting fish and compost, but was most likely due to how different the gunge would be to her usual beauty treatment.
“That’s right, here we have a large vat of mucky slop, two contestants ready to answer questions, and of course our sulky Sister and aesthetic Auntie, who are both ready to be completely humiliated for their crimes by taking a very messy trip into out very messy dip! Now Charley, you have smiled a lot today for once at the fun of the games! Is this no longer fun, why aren’t you smiling now?”
“I don’t know if this is fun actually…maybe if Sammy ends up going in, but for me it is definitely not fun at all!”
“Sorry to disappoint there Charley, no pleasing some people is there? Now Sammy, your track record…you have had catfights and got muddy as well as having your face in cake on Emmerdale, and have also been gunged a few years ago on Holly & Stephens Saturday Showdown - So you should be pretty used to this right now shouldn’t you?”
“There’s a difference between being gunged with water, and having your face pushed into a nice tasting cake though. I would say this is more like that mud fight, I mean it was a little bit smelly, but this…Dave this is on a whole other level, and I really don’t want to be here, please can I just go home, I won’t be like I was before -”
“You are doing a lot of pleading today Sammy you really are! Haha! We like that, we like that. Right well, before anything else Sammy, because Andrew scored a lot of points over young Gemma, we are moving you up by not only 1, but 2 whole notches! So up you go Sammy!”
Sammy smiled in obvious dislike of this and just looked flatly down at the gunge as she was taken up by 2 notches. She felt herself going a bit red whilst the audience said their usual line of, “ooooo”, and when she stopped looked at Andrew with another pleading look. As Dave explained the normal rules to what would happen, she looked again back at the gunge below. She thought with Gemma being the elder of the two contestants, she would be better in the games. She thought in all fairness it would be a whitewash, and so had played along to the reason she was brought on and prettied herself up. She looked down at her feet, wriggling her toes and trying not to think about how the sticky looking gunge below might feel. She had even painted her nails a bright pink, confidence for herself more than anything because she did not want to go into the gunge below, thinking of how embarrassing it would be, and not fully realising she would regret signing on until it was too late. Dave however had started already and she snapped out of it.
“What was the name of the Disney/Picar film last year which was set in Scotland? Andrew!”
“Was it Brave?”
“It was Brave, what do we do with his Auntie? That’s right, up you go Sammy!”
Sammy felt herself going a little red again as her chair rose up. She was starting to notice the smell of the gunge below a little more suddenly and she realised it may take a few showers to get rid of if she ended up below. Dave meanwhile had already asked the next question, in which country was Los Angeles, and to her relief Gemma had got there first.
“That’s right, America, the big ole US of A – up you go Charley! Lovely!”
Charley looked at Gemma with a purposely grumpy face, playing along. She looked over at Sammy who seemed to be on edge and couldn’t help but sneak a smirk. Sammy had always hated being a little humiliated on the show. She had protested a lot about having her face pushed into the cake at the 40th, and wouldn’t shut up about it. She was happy that the audience would rather Sammy go in, and that she would be humiliated once again all being well. If it ended up though, that Gemma won, Charley wasn’t too bothered. Although the smell was a put off, she hadn’t really experienced a gunging before and couldn’t imagine it being that bad. She saw it in a fun light and knew Gemma would be happy, and plus, some of her wanted to end up in the gunge below in some ways. It just looked, ‘well, a little fun’ she thought, just as she caught Dave’s question, and looked at Andrew with anticipation and hoping he would be in there first.
“Ah here we go rhyming question – An apple a day keeps the what away?”
The blue buzzer went off, and Sammy gave and audible sound of displeasure. She resided to leaning forward slightly, resting her elbow on her leg and putting her hand on her head as Dave declared ‘doctor’ the right answer. Her chair bumped up a little bit and she leaned back again, looking up to the studio lights and rubbing her legs with a sigh. Whilst she looked up she started to think of the heat coming off them, making them all a little warm, shining directly onto the gunge below…making the surface slightly warm and adding to the smell maybe…
“You alright there Sammy?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m ok Dave honestly.”
“Oh you know, I think she is lying a little bit there, yes because all Andrew needs to do is get one more question and it could be Auntie Sammy going down with a slammy! Haha! Alright all silence please. What kind of animal is a Labrador? Straight away Andrew!”
“It is a dog! What do we do with Sammy!”
Dave held out his left hand and the audience replied as usual. Sammy shook her head and looked down, and then covered her face. She put her feet right next to each other as she felt her chair rise up and then suddenly stop. She once again felt a rush of redness in her face as loud alarms sounded and the audience went completely mad with cheering and laughing. She also heard above anyone, Charley joining in. Although she had never said, Sammy was sure Charley was really excited about seeing he gunged, and her wish had come true it seemed. She suddenly felt her heart beating a little bit and peaked down at the gunge. Was that a little bit of skin at the sides? And surely that smell was coming from somewhere else? She curled her toes up a little bit, and for a few seconds put one over the over in repugnance Sammy took her hands from her face, and couldn’t help but notice small features to the gunge suddenly as she looked at Dave with a genuine scared expression to which he smiled at.
“Look at the face on Sammy! Look at that! Do you know I live for this job I really do! Right Sammy you just sit tight up there and brace yourself a little bit, haha! But Charley! Charley you finally have a real reason to smile – your going away nice and dry! How do you feel?”
“You know what Dave, I am really chuffed! That’s all I can say, just really chuffed!”
“Well I don’t think you can get any simler than that, what about you Gemma, have you had a nice time anyway?”
“Yeah! It was great!”
Gemma looked as though she really had had a nice time, and didn’t look too disappointed, possibly due to the first game. She was half snickering with her sister at how much Sammy seemed to be cringing. The actress still had her toes curled over the side of her chair and was looking at Dave with a pleading look as he spoke to her.
“But Sammy, you know the rules I think? That is right, first adult to the top, has to go down into that really disgusting pool of slop! Hahahaha! Andrew! Your Auntie Sammy here spends a ridiculous amount of time on her looks, taking forever on makeovers that she sometimes makes you have to go through and all. Well give her the full package now; intense beauty treatment, a special shampoo and set, all complete with a very stinky new fragrance! Send her into a very embarrassing mud bath and get your own back!”
Sammy was shaking her head at the accusations and Daves play of words, and looked at Andrew one last time with her pleading face. He yanked the lever and Sammy quickly screwed up her face, frowning a little bit as the sparks whizzed around behind her and the audience erupted into cheering and laughter. For Andrew and even Charley, it all happened in slow motion. Sammy descended down the ramp toward the gunge, her face scrunched up in fear, until a torrent of red gunge splashed over most of her left hand side, covered the top of her blond her, which was held back in her bun. As soon as she was hit, the actress had thrown her hands to her sides, her face relaxed a little and her mouth was opened in dismay. Her legs had gotten a bit of splattering of red, and suddenly were hanging out forward a little. Sammy Winward was thrown at an angle into the gunge, her legs out a little and disappeared into the gunge. The result was an almighty splash which made the gunge burst forward a little out of the tank a tiny bit even. The gunge gave off one or two large bubbles and sloshed around thickly in the aftermath of her dunking. Suddenly before anything else, two completely covered legs and feet broke the surface of the gunge quickly before disappearing into the depths once more, and it was a few moments before Sammy broke the surface, jumping up then sinking back down. She was completely coated, dripping with large globs of green and red, and before she had any time to recover, a large amount of yellow domed over her head and she simply covered her messy face as it continued to pour down onto her. Her hair was no longer in its bun, the bobble lost and her hair now completely matted and looking just as messy as she was. It hung slightly over her face and had lumps of thick gunge in and amongst the slight wetness of it. Andrew wasn’t jumping; instead he was taking in and laughing whole-heartedly at his Auntie getting her own form of beauty treatment, whilst Charley was clapping and smiling as broad as anyone in the room at Sammy’s humiliating position, happy that she was hating every second of it. Dave, who was laughing also, attempted to talk but was cut off by more loud cheering as more red gunge fell from above onto Sammy, who was still covering her face. It finally started to reside to just a small drip and Dave seized the chance.
“Wow! Just wow – WOAH!”
Sammy had just wiped her face when a gush of blue completely covered her, and the actress suddenly screamed and half tried to run forward, instead causing another large splash as she slipped face first into the gunge, looking up with a freshly coated face and then slumping backward, a loose splattering of yellow giving her a slight shower. She had her mouth pen but her eyes closed, and to anyone watching, it would look as though she was nearly crying, and the truth was she was close to it in some ways, due to how vile the gunge felt. It had seeped down her top, and through her shorts a little. It was a disgusting sensation, cold and slimy. She could feel the gunge in and between her toes, and her legs were freezing already. She stood up once more in the gunge and couldn’t help but screw up her face and wipe her eyes. Underneath the goo dripping down her, she could feel herself more embarrassed as ever. Her friends from work all made a big thing about her and Charley being on, they would all be watching. Her family and even her boyfriend ere all gunning for her to be gunged, and now she was. Some of them were at the bac of the audience, laughing and cheering as loud as everyone else in the room.
“That…That, may be my favourite gunging in…well ever! That was brilliant, what a makeover you have given her there Andrew, how do you feel?”
“Fantastic, thank you, just amazing! She really suits it she really does! I think she looks brilliant – Thats for all those yucky mud packs Aunt Sammy, I hope that stuff is more yucky than anything!”
“Blimey he sounds happy, then again he would be after that…and looking at you Charley you look like you agree that she suits it well?”
“Dave, that was worth being made into a cake earlier. I think after years of getting messy and constantly complaining about it, that will finally shut her up. Mother of all messes! Today was worth it just to see that!”
Sammy was still stood up, her hands now half swimming in the gunge, she was slouching down in the tank, looking around the audience and too the cameras with a very faint smile, obviously not happy at her predicament, and every few seconds she would scrunch up her face a little af the large drips of goo coming from her hair. She finally decided to slick it back, a look of complete self pity and disgust spreading across her face as Dave spoke.
“Well Gemma, and Andrew you both win some great GYOB themed prizes, plus a photo album with some of the memorable bits of the show. Now before we leave, just a quick point to raise, Charley how you you like being say back on that chair soon?”
“What? I wouldn’t like it why?”
“Well we will have to see, as Get You Own Back will be returning with a Comic Relief special, a re-assessment special for some of those celebrities who stayed clean, and two ladies who we feel got off way too easily will be going through all of this once again! Join us for that next time, but for now, from me, Gemma, Andrew, Charley, and a very messy Sammy, goodbye! Woaaaah! Woaaah! Hahaha!”
All of them waved, even Sammy started to give a slight wave before being engulfed in a torrent of green. She started to move forward screaming again, but another deluge of red domed over her and she slouched back, her hair, face and upper body being covered all over again. The usual VT played out with a slow motion of Sammy’s dunking, and then played over some of the key points in the show, and finally ended with a side view of Sammy’s decent and plunge into the tank.
Comic Relief was coming around the corner, and Dave had heard that not all of the ladies who had escaped clean so far had relented in their ways…
Well as Dave just teased then, I will be doing a Comic Relief special, and seeing as one or two people didn’t see their choice gunged on occasion, you will all have a second chance! Take this time to look over the previous stories and who escaped clean, because two of them will be brought back, and one of those two won’t be lucky twice…
A very quick note though, thank you for all the support during the first 5 stories, and hopefully this one. Despite some heated discussion last time, I really enjoyed writing this one, and is possibly my favourite so far now I have the format pretty much worked out. I may have a break after the next episode but please keep your suggestions coming if you want to see a certain people on the show, whether they are celebrities or not! – MsM