This is a story that I've been posting on TellyGunge's site, and wanted to get some feedback here. It's not fully finished, so I will post the other parts when I get them done.





Thats fifty-thousand down the whole Eric Bischoff said, shaking his head. Guys, were losing money, and fast. I dont think the company will survive for another year if we dont do something to make a profit. Vince?

Vince Russo looked up from his IPhone. He clicked out of the tab that said UMD and placed it facedown. What about turning Hogan face, and Fortune heel?

So, you basically want to ignore months of buildup? Dixie Carter said. The middle aged brunette looked at the controversial booker. Alright, well see how that goes.

No, were not doing that Vince. We need something new, edgy Eric explained. Can I talk to you in my office?

Sure Vince said, in his New York accent. The two walked into the former Raw General Managers office, where Eric had a pile of paper.

We have a problem Vince. You have been using your company expenses to buy some, questionable purchases Eric said. Kinky Coppers, Gunging Amy, a SploshMe pass. What is this stuff?

Vince knew that he couldnt hide his secret any longer.

Its called WAM, an acronym for wet and messy. Its a fetish that involves women getting covered in slime and food. There is actually a pretty large community and niche for it

So thats why you booked that mud match between the Beautiful People?

Yes

It got the highest ratings Eric reminded. People seem to enjoy that stuff.

Which may be our saving grace. I know this guy, has tons of money and that is into WAM. He has asked when our next mud match will be. I think we can get him to finance the company Vince offered. All he wants to see is the Knockouts getting real messy. We could put it on Pay Per View, with come regular matches, and charge $15 for it. I really believe that we can make a profit.

And how are we going to convince the girls to go through with this?

A big pay day. At least ten thousand each, and money to their favorite charity Vince explained.

Eric thought for a moment. So, who should get messy?




Two days later, Angelina Love stormed into Eric Bischoffs office.

What the hell is this rumor about some of the girls getting slimed on national TV? the blonde asked.

So it was leaked Eric said.

And not that many of us are happy about it. Youre willing to humiliate us for money?

No, you have an option to opt out of this. However, you would lose a guaranteed amount of money, plus a donation to your favorite charity

How much?

Fifty-thousand to you, and twenty-five K to a charity of your choosing Eric answered. He knew that none of the women would back out with charity money involved.

Angelinas eyes lit up when she heard how much she would make. Okay, Im in.



Two weeks later, everything was set. TNA had put a poll up on its website to see who would get the worst sliming and had secured a PPV deal. Vince Russo was put in charge of what substances would be used, all of which were paid for by the benefactor. The show would be live in a few hours.

The Knockouts were sitting backstage, and watched as everything was being unloaded. They saw a dunk tank being rolled out, and knew that one of them would be dropped into it. Each knew that they would get at least a little messy, and although some were extremely nervous, some were fine with it.

Christy Hemme was one of the knockouts that wasnt that nervous. Out of the 8 women, she was probably the wildest of them. During the original Diva Search, she sat on a pie, which actually felt great. She wasnt worried about getting slimed; she thought she would actually enjoy it.

Tara was the only other one that didnt seem that phased. She slightly enjoyed the occasional kink, and though that this could be fun.

The same couldnt be said for the other girls however. Velvet Sky, Angelina Love, and Madison Rayne were the most worried. Velvet and Angelina had mud a bucket of mud dumped on them once, and it didnt even hit them fully, but it was horrible.

Madison was the self professed queen of TNA, and hated the thought of being humiliated live, with thousands of people watching.

Okay ladies, the shows about to start. You need to be on stage now a man told them. He ushered the 8 through a curtain and onto a large stage, with hundreds of people watching in the audience. There was a kiddy pool set up in the center, as well as a large table with numerous buckets on it.

Were going live in 3, 2, and 1 a stagehand said.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TNA MessFest 2011! Jeremy Borash yelled to a loud applause. We are being seen live on Pay Per View, as well as the internet. Tonight, you will be introduced the world of wam, a place where beautiful women get slime, food, and whatever we could think of dumped on them!

The crowd roared again.

As you know, we have had a poll on our website to see which levels of mess these eight Knockouts will each face. One by one, each will be revealed. As each level goes up, so will the mess and forfeit. Now, lets see who got the least amount of votes!

Everyone looked at a giant screen that descended from the ceiling. Pictures of each of the woman were lined up vertically, as well as a box on the side.

With the least amount of votes, you have decided to spare this lady. Drum roll please!

The womens pictures rotated for a few seconds before the screen went blank. A second later, Rositas picture filled the screen.

Rosita! Borash announced.

The short Latina woman made a fist and yelled with relief. She was safe from the worst sliming. Rosita walked over to Jeremy, who directed her to the small pool.

Rosita, how do you feel right now?

Relieved

You still know that you will in fact get messy though, right?

Yes Rosita said, now not as excited. Just get it over with.

Well, we have decided to let one of the other Knockouts hand out your punishment. One that isnt that fond of you. Velvet, please come over here

The blonde woman with black streaks walked over with a smile. She and Rosita had feuded for weeks, and now she had the upper hand.

A man wheeled out a cart with two pies and a bucket on it. Rosita cringed. Pies werent that bad, but she had no idea what was in the bucket.

Velvet, you have the floor

The curvy blonde in the pink ring attire picked up one of the pies and taunted Rosita. What does this feel like?

Youre sill in this remember. This may be nothing compared to what you get the Latina reminded. Right as she was about to laugh, Velvet smashed the cream pie in her face and smeared it all around. Rositas face was now covered in whipped cream and graham cracker crust.

Ugh she said, whipping away the cream from her face.

Were not done yet Velvet said. She looked at the crowd. Where should the other one go?

She pointed to her face, which got a pop, then her boobs, which got an even larger one. Looks like this ones going on your tits.

The second pie was promptly pushed into the chest of Rosita, who screamed at the coldest of the chocolate and cream. Velvet pushed some of the mess into her adversarys bra, to Rositas disgust.

And now for the bucket. Rosita, Ill be nice and tell you what is in the bucket; green slime!

Rosita shrieked as Velvet dumped the bucked right over her head. The cold green goo covered the hair and face of Rosita, and cascade down her top and onto her thighs. Meanwhile, the crowd roared and whistled, loving what was going on. Velvet rubbed the slime into Rositas hair and face. When she felt that she had done enough, she let Rosita stand up. Just as the petite girl got up, Velvet smacked her on the ass.

Ill get you back! the Latina yelled. She walked over to a couch that was set up and tried to ring the slime out of her hair. Whats in this, oats? she said as she grabbed some of the small chunks and threw them at Christy, who was the closest to her.

Rosita, will you please go to the back for an interview Borash said. Rosita obliged and walked daintily backstage.

Just tell us how that felt the man with the camera said.

Disgusting. I cant believe people cheered for that Rosita said.

And the slime?

Horrible. Ill need at least an hour in the shower to get it all out.


Rosita will be back out soon Borash said. Now, lets see who the next victim is!

The remaining 7 Knockouts pictures quickly flashed on the screen, and after a minute, a picture of a brunette in a dress plastered the screen.

Karen Jarrett!

The ex-wife of Kurt Angel took center stage. She was wearing a tight white dress that showed plenty of cleavage and leg.

So Karen, what did you think of Rositas punishment? Jeremy Borash asked.

That slime didnt look inviting Karen confessed.

Luckily for you, you are not getting that slime dumped on you

Karen let out a sigh of relief.

You see, we got the results yesterday, and decided what forfeit would fit you the most. Lets take a look at the screen.

All eyes were on the screen, which turned white. The color swirled, slowly revealing a bathtub and shower. Milk cartons littered the floor, while the word DAIRY appeared.

Your ex-husband Kurt was known as a milk aficionado. What better sliming would there be then you in a bath of milk?

Karen smiled. Milk wasnt as bad as slime. It was wet, but not as messy.

So I just have to sit in a bath of milk?

Well, thats part of it.

Karens heart sank. She knew it was too good to be true. Bring it out she said begrudinginly.

Jeremy smiled as the bathtub was wheeled out. It was half full with milk, and had a shower nozzle on top. Karen walked over to the tub and put her foot in. She shivered at the coldness of the milk. Putting another foot in, she sighed and sat down in the white liquid. It came up to the bottom of her waist.

That really isnt a lot of milk in there, is there? Borash asked the audience, who booed. Maybe we should add some more. Karen, I have a special guest for you.

Familiar music played to Karens dismay. It was patriotic and one that let her know that her experience was going to become a lot worse. Out walked Kurt Angle, who rolled another cart onto the stage.

Hey Karen he said, a grin on his face.

The brunette sighed. Hi Kurt.

That tub doesnt look that full Jeremy Kurt said, his grin widening.

Well, we were all just waiting for you. All you need to do is turn the shower on, and Karen gets soaked in the white stuff Borash said.

Karen never thought that the milk would go over her head. She looked up at the shower head real quick, but that was when Kurt turned it on. Milk started to rain down on Karens face. She quickly put her head down and covered it with her hands. It soaked her dress and made it slightly see through, making the fact that she didnt wear a bra even worse.

After about two minutes, the tub was almost full. Karen shivered and covered her breasts, which were now very perky from the temperature.

Is this over yet?

Not yet Karen. The them is dairy, and there is one more thing we need to do Borash said. He let Kurt lift the sheet off of the cart to reveal three pies and two cartons of yogurt.

You said I wasnt going to get slimed! Karen argued.

Well, this technically isnt slime. It smells a little better Kurt said, putting the carton up to her face. He was right; the desert smelled pretty good. Right as she got slightly comfortable, Kurt dumped the carton down her cleavage, making her let out a shriek.

Oh my god! she yelled, the thick white mess going down between her breasts and onto her panties. She let out a second one as she felt Kurt smash two of the pies on the side of her face, making a pie sandwich. The third was thrown into her face to her shock and dismay.

Kurt, finish her off!

The former world champion poured the last carton of yogurt over Karens soaked brown locks, letting it flow down onto her face.

At least this is over Karen thought as she was about to get out of the tub, but was stopped.

For the rest of this show Karen, you will be sitting in this tub. No shower, and no towels Jeremy said.

But the milk will go bad and stink!

Thats why youre staying in there Kurt explained as he pushed the bathtub to the back for her interview.

Worse than you expected? a cameraman asked.

Look at me! Karen yelled, still wiping the whipped cream and pie crust off of her face. And I have to sit in this as it goes bad? Ugh.