It had been many years since Get Your Own Back had left screens in the UK. In the intervening period, Dave Benson Phillips had acquired the rights to the show and had been travelling up and down the country, from Student Unions to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival with his portable gunge tank, bringing a version of the famous show to the masses. Dave had retired from his gunging ways however and had begun to take more of an interest in wrestling, so decided it was time he sold the rights to anyone willing and crazy enough to take on the show, with the view to returning it to its former glories.

This is where new cable company Worldwide Action Media came in. They were relatively new kids on the block, but they knew what sold in today's market; Nostalgia, sexiness and the unquenchable desire of people to have their 15 minutes of fame. They saw an opportunity to not only revive an old favourite, but to market it to a more adult audience who would remember most fondly rushing home from school to watch the show in its heyday but would also want things a little more extreme and risqué to fall in line with the current TV market, along with some audience interactivity. It was when the board were discussing these points, that the idea for 'Get Your Own Back: Unleashed' was born

The titles began to roll. The producers had already tried to pull on the viewers' nostalgia strings by having the titles effectively be a montage of gungings from the original series of Get Your Own Back, hoping this would stir their memories into recalling what they loved so much when they were a kid. To achieve this they had also kept the theme tune from the final series, however as the music drew to an end they had added their own twist, as when the words Get Your Own Back popped up on screen, the background suddenly changed to black, and underneath the yellow and blue Get Your Own Back writing was the word 'Unleashed' written in bold red letters, drawing the attention of all the viewers wondering what this new version of an old favourite would entail.

Aside from the tweak to the titles, two of the major changes the new producers had made to the show was firstly to broadcast it live, and secondly to broadcast it in front of a live, but all adult, audience. The decision to broadcast it live had been an easy one. Viewer interaction was key in today's market, with shows like Love Island and I'm A Celebrity giving viewers the opportunity to partake and have some sway in how the show pans out, and the producers wanted to ensure they got a piece of that fruitful pie with their new flagship show for the channel.

Once the titles had finished, there was a brief pause before the scene changed to the studio, which was a cacophony of flashing lights and cheering audience members. Smoke from a smoke machine billowed out to the right-hand side of the studio, and out walked a blonde woman in her mid-twenties. The producers had decided they wanted someone young with presenting experience to be the face of their creation, however also wanted someone who perhaps wouldn't be a household name to those in the UK, to ensure the show wasn't judged before it had truly begun. As a result, the producers had decided to look internationally for their host and had come across someone who not only had presenting experience, but also gunge experience. Their search had led them to New Zealand and What Now presenter Erin Wells.

Erin made her way to the centre of the studio, cheering and applause still ongoing as she addressed the crowd.

"Hello!! Thank you, thank you. Hello and welcome to Get your Own BackUnleashed" Erin said, pausing for effect before the word 'unleashed'.
"Yes, the show you all know and love has returned, however this time the shackles are off. This is no longer a kids show, nowadays it is adults settling grudges with adults, meaning the punishments are also more adult, ramping up the humiliation ten-fold from the old series." Erin exclaimed, a knowing and slightly sadistic glint in her eyes and smile.

"We will also have some audience interaction in this series, however more on that later. Are you ready to meet the teams?" Erin questioned the audience, the audience responding emphatically in the affirmative.

"Well I am glad to hear it" stated Erin. "As this is our first show of the series, we wanted to start with a bang, so we actually have a celebrity special!" Erin said, adding to the tension and causing the audience to "ooh" in anticipation.

"Yes you are right to ooh" said Erin. "This is in fact a tennis star special, with two of Britain's hottest young tennis stars battling it out to avoid today's horrendous punishment. Before we meet them however, lets introduce the two people who have nominated today's competitors, and find out the reason for their nominations. Please welcome to the stage Andrew Richardson and Jack Draper!"

Out onto the studio walked two tall men, one in his late 40's and the other in his early 20's. They stood either side of Erin, who addressed the older man first.
"Hi Andrew, thank you for joining us on this special occasion. Who do you want to get your own back on and why?"

"Hi Erin, thank you for having me and it's a pleasure to be here. I want to get my own back on Emma Raducanu" said Andrew with a hint of bitterness. "I doubt many of your viewers will know this, but I was actually Emma's coach when she won the US Open. A mere 2 weeks after her victory however, which I like to think I had a fairly large part in, she fired me because she wanted someone with more experience of the WTA tour. I helped her get her name on the map, then she dumped me. Well now I'd like you to dump her, straight into the gunge!"

"Well that sounds a very rotten thing of Emma to do" said Erin, adding petrol to the fire "Almost as rotten as the smell from our gunge. Lets see what she has to say for herself, bring her in!" Erin shouted, pointing towards the right side of the studio.

As the audience started booing, Emma Raducanu emerged from backstage dressed all in white with a white vest top, white skirt and white shoes and socks, being escorted by a large security guard and her hands cuffed behind her back. Her dark hair was loose and hanging just past her shoulders.
As Emma went to stand next to Andrew, Erin turned to address her.

"So Emma, what do you have to say in response to these allegations? Are they true?"

"Well, strictly speaking yes they are true, however I didn't get rid of Andrew just for the sake of getting rid of him. I realised that after winning the US Open I would need someone with experience of the WTA tour, someone who could take me to the next level. Andrew had never coached on the tour, so I actually think it was quite a mature decision on my part to change coach, just doing what was best for my career" responded the 20 year old tennis star defiantly.

"So you don't deny it and are saying that Andrew, the man who coached you to the US Open, wasn't good enough to continue coaching you after you became a star. Arrogant much" said Erin, raising her eyebrows as she uttered the final two words.

"No that's not wha"

"That's enough, I think we've heard all we need to hear from you" said Erin, interrupting Emma as she was about to launch into another defence of her actions.
"I think it's time we meet your competitors" said Erin turning to the tall 20 year old away from Andrew and Emma. "Hello Jack, lovely to meet you. Who do you want to get your own back on and why?"

"Hi Erin, its lovely to meet you too" responded Jack. "I want to get my own back on Katie Boulter. Some of you may remember Wimbledon earlier this year, where I was knocked out in the second round. Now I am still very young in tennis terms so this wasn't too big of a deal for me. However, whilst I had the backing of all the other members of the GB tennis team, there was one who was supporting my opponent. You see, my opponent was Australian player Alex de Minaur, who just so happens to be the boyfriend of Katie Boulter. I hadn't realised at the time, but I watched the match back afterwards and saw the camera cutting to Katie cheering with gusto every time Alex won a point. I couldn't believe someone I had known for so long was supporting my opponent, so please support me in getting my revenge and dunk her in the gunk!"

"Wow, I think its time we meet this Aussie lover. Bring her in!" shouted Erin, pointing to the same backstage area where Emma had entered from.
The tall blonde walked in wearing the exact same all white ensemble as Emma previously, a vest top, short skirt coming halfway down her thighs and white shoes and socks, escorted by a large security guard and a chorus of boos, hands cuffed behind her back. The only difference was that whereas Emma had her hair loose, Katie had her hair in a ponytail, looking ready to play a tennis match.

"So Katie" Erin said pointedly. "Why do you prefer the Aussies to the Brits?"

"Well Erin, I think it's very unfair to suggest I was supporting Alex because he was Australian. I was supporting him because he is my boyfriend, and was merely reciprocating the support he gave me in my own match earlier that day. I've known Jack a long time and would absolutely be rooting for him to win against anyone else, but I was just being a good girlfriend and supporting my boyfriend. Surely you understand that Erin?" replied the 26 year old blonde.

"Erm, I think you will find it is I who asks the questions to you actually Katie, not the other way round" Erin responded with a hint of indignation. "Also, as a proud New Zealander, you would certainly never find me supporting an Aussie over one of my own countrymen, but obviously you don't feel a strong enough connection with your country, nor do you have enough respect for Jack to not support one of your country's biggest sporting rivals"

Katie thought about starting to respond, however having seen what happened to Emma earlier thought better of it and allowed Erin to continue.

"So, now that we have met the teams, I think it is time to run through the rules and explain how this revamped show works. Firstly, our two victinominees will be facing off in three challenges here in the studio. As they are two of Britain's finest tennis stars, all the challenges tonight will be, you guessed it, based around tennis skills. They will be in direct competition with each other, with Andrew and Jack not being part of the games, as in this revamped show we wanted to give the competitors a little more control of their own fate. If they don't perform well enough, they suffer the consequences. They will not however, have complete control of their destiny. The second part of the show is up to our studio audience and you guys at home. Yes, some of their fate is in your hands!" Erin exclaiming the final sentence with a great deal of excitement.

"You will get to vote on who you think should face the gunge, with the difference in percentage being added the competitor with the lowest percentage's score from the previous 3 rounds of games. For example, if player A received 60% of the vote and player B received 40%, then player B would have 20 points added to their score, being the difference between 60% and 40%. And trust me ladies every point will count, as the lady with the lowest number of points this evening will be facing this."
With that, Erin turned and began walking towards a large industrial hangar style door, closely followed by Jack, Andrew, Emma and Katie, the latter two still with their hands cuffed. As Erin approached the door, it began to slowly rise, smoke billowing out from underneath. Once this piece of theatre had subsided and the smoke had cleared, what lay in front of the five was a sight to behold;

A singular track which reached higher and at a steeper angle than in any previous series of Get Your Own Back. Above the track were large X's, mounted on poles which were stuck into the floor either side of the track, with the track passing through the gaps at the bottom. At the top of the ramp were two smaller X's either side of the track, and a skull and crossbones on the back wall right behind the track. At the bottom of the track lay a small red chair with a footrest, really no larger than you may find in an 8 or 9 year old's classroom. About 2 feet below that however, lay the true piece de resistance of the studio. Below the chair lay a circular pool around 4 metres in diameter. The rim was coloured black, and all around was the word 'Danger' repeated over and over. Within the pool was a morass of murky disgustingness, a slop that was the consistency of custard and porridge mixed together, designed to completely envelope its victim in its green and yellow swill. On the surface were the words "Justice is Served!" written in white foam, next to a foam tennis racket.

"Oh yes ladies here it is, the diamond in our crown" Erin said proudly. "By the end of the show, one of you will have taken that seat, and experienced a one way trip into the pool of penance. And let me tell you, if you think it looks bad, the smell is absolutely horrific! Why don't you come and have a look and sniff for yourself?"
Erin ushered both Emma and Katie towards the tank, with both moving apprehensively towards it. They both peered over the 3 foot wall, and their reactions told the story.

"Oh my god the smell" exclaimed Emma as she backed away from the tank. Katie couldn't even manage words, and was almost gagging after taking her look.

"What the hell is in there?" questioned Emma.

"Ah, secret new recipe so nothing can be divulged" replied Erin. "That said, we did pretty much bleed all the local joke shops dry of stink bombs, so make of that what you will" Erin added, with Katie and Emma unsure as to whether she was joking or not.

"Now of course, its all well and good dumping one of these ladies into this pool and that being the end of the show, however if you remember, this show is not called Get Your Own Back, it's called Get Your Own Back; Unleased. As such, a mere trip to the gunk dunk is just not enough. We want this to be the most humiliating, disgusting and ultimately unforgettable experience of one of these ladies' life, therefore we have a few 'additions' to the punishment for today's loser."

Of course, both Katie and Emma knew what Erin was about to say. They had been briefed about what would happen on the show, however that was backstage. Now it was real, and having seen and smelt the gunge for the first time the nerves had increased 10 fold for both ladies, butterflies having parties in both their stomachs.
"The first couple of additions are in relation to the tank itself, and are not immediately visible, but believe you me make a world of difference" explained Erin. "The first addition to the pool, is that in amongst the gunge is a not unsubstantial amount of crushed ice, to ensure that the gunge stays nice and cold to welcome our loser and doesn't warm up under the studio lights. The second alteration is the addition of an adjustable floor to the tank. Didn't you used to hate it when someone would take a plunge into the gunge, but not get full submersion? Well, our adjustable floor ensures that today's loser really will be 'up to their neck in it', and submersion will be unavoidable"

"You might be thinking 'well that sounds suitably awful', however we aren't even halfway through our new additions to the show. Remember, absolute humiliation and disgust is what we are aiming for here" Erin said excitedly looking straight down the camera as she did so. "Our next addition to the show, is actually more of a removal, however. We want our losers to face our gunge without any 'unnecessary items' so to speak. In our definition, that means anything you wouldn't find on a Love Island contestant. In case any of you need this spelling out, this means that today's loser will be getting down to nothing but their undies, their smalls, their bra and pants before taking their one-way trip to the pool of penance."

This revelation had really gotten the crowd excited. The previous two had been interesting, but relatively minor and not particularly visual changes, but this one was the first one that really showed this was now an adult show and not the kids show of the 90s and early 2000s. There was a buzz of anticipation now, knowing that there were still some more additions to the punishment, even after this huge revelation.

Erin, sensing the change in the crowd said "Oooh that one got you excited, didn't it? Well just you wait for the final couple of additions, for which I will once again require the assistance of Andrew and Jack."

The two men moved towards Erin and stood either side. Erin began to address them and the audience at the same time;

"Now, whilst we do love our gunge, we still don't think that it is awful enough. You might be able to see that currently our pool is only two thirds full. That is why we have asked our two nominators here to select a substance that they would like added to the gunge if their nominee is unfortunate enough to be taking a plunge. So Jack, what have you selected for Katie?"

"Well Erin, for me it was a very simple choice. As Katie clearly loves Aussies so much, I have assumed she loves Aussie food as well. And what do we know the Aussies love, or perhaps hate in a 50-50 split? Vegemite of course!" Jack said with loud excitement.

"Well" said Erin. "That stuff has made its way to New Zealand too, and let me tell you the taste is horrendous, so if being covered in it is anything like the taste then Katie is in for a rotten time."

Katie and Emma had finally been uncuffed whilst this was going on, and Katie made a sarcastic smile to Erin at this comment. As soon as she had heard about this addition to the show, she had a feeling she knew Jack would pick the Australian favourite as his substance. It was the final addition to the punishment however, which was really making Katie nervous, having been told about it before the show

"Katie of course, may get to experience the feel of the vegemite even before she goes in the tank, provided she is today's loser of course." Erin said, clearly building anticipation. "We realised in production meetings that the losers would be far too comfortable for far too long, having to strip, make their way to the tank, get cranked up to the top, there was just too much time when they weren't feeling uncomfortable. Therefore, not only will this additional nominated substance be added to the pool, but before today's loser makes their way to the chair, they will have the nominated substance poured into the front and back of their pants!"

This pretty much took the roof off the place. The audience loved this final addition, even more than they loved the addition of the stripping forfeit. The stakes of this show were already high, but this just added an additional layer. They were all imagining the utter humiliation one of the girls would be going through. It would be like wetting yourself in public, but in front of an entire studio audience and viewers at home, and so much worse due to the fact it would be someone else inflicting this on the loser.

Katie and Emma were feeling very differently however, both clearly showing nerves with Katie biting her bottom lip and slowly nodding, whilst Emma was nervously running her hands through her hair, neither wanting to contemplate this so early on in the show.

"WOW! You like that addition then?" said Erin to the crowd after the noise had finally died down. "We thought you might enjoy that one to be honest, but I wasn't expecting that much enthusiasm! I think it is time we find out what substance Andrew has nominated for Emma."

The camera moved away from Erin and focussed on Andrew;

"My substance was a little harder to think of Erin. You see, as I'm sure your viewers are aware Emma won her, one and only, major title at the US Open, which is held at Flushing Meadows in New York. I was desperately trying to think of a New York related substance for Emma, however I didn't think Bagels and Pastrami would go down too well! I did a bit of Googling however, and I finally managed to find something. You have probably heard of New England clam chowder, however did you know there is also a Manhattan clam chowder? Well if you didn't you do now, and I sincerely hope Emma gets well acquainted with it later today."

"Interesting" said Erin. "A very unique substance to begin the series with, and if all goes wrong for Emma today things could be getting very fishy for her."
This comment elicited a small groan from Emma, to which Erin responded with;

"Hey, no point complaining. Just think yourself lucky you didn't win in Philadelphia or you could have had a date with some cream cheese", a comment which drew laughs from the audience but a stoic look from Emma.

"We are nearly ready to start with the games, however I suspect you all have one burning question" said Erin looking straight down the camera. "With a punishment like this, how on Earth do you convince regular civilians to come on the show? Well we decided to play on the current generations' two great loves; fame and money. Not only will this show provide exposure, literally in the case of our losers, but the winning nominee will receive £10,000. The loser? They receive £10 for a new set of underwear" Erin said laughing as she did so, along with everyone in the studio apart from Katie and Emma.

"Today however, rather than give the £10,000 to our winner to spend, as this is our celebrity special, the money will go to a charity of the winner's choice." The crowd applauded this gesture, a moment of kindness in an otherwise brutal gameshow.

As the applause died down, Erin continued;

"Thank you thank you, it was the least we could do after the hell one of these ladies is going to go through today. And now, finally, we can get this show properly on the road, as I declare the voting is now OPEN!" Erin exclaimed with emphasis on the word 'open'. "Remember, you are voting for who you want to see get the gunging of a lifetime at the end of the show. Whilst you do that, its time for us to start game one!"

Serve gun

Erin, Emma and Katie were stood in front of a large, padded screen. On the screen were the letters mph, preceded by space for three figures. About three feet before the screen was a sensor. Emma Erin and Katie were stood roughly ten feet away from the screen, Emma and Katie still dressed in their tennis attire and holding tennis rackets. Erin began to speak to the two tennis players;

"Welcome to our first game ladies, the serve gun. The aim of the game is extremely simple. You will each have three serves. You need to serve as fast as you can, and the speed gun on the side will measure the speed your ball was travelling at. The score will be displayed on the large screen in front of you, and you will want to serve as hard as you can, as we will be taking your highest result as your score for the round. Is everything clear?"

Both Emma and Katie nodded, both determined to get off to a good start in the games and get that psychological advantage which is so important in competitive sports. For them this was a serious competition, made all the more serious by the explanation of the punishment for the loser.

"Katie you are up first, please take your position and serve when you are ready" said Erin, turning to face her fellow blonde. Katie walked up to the line marking where she needed to stand, deliberately designed to look like a baseline.

Katie was confident for this game. She had a three inch height advantage over Emma, which she felt would be invaluable. She prepared for her first serve, bouncing the ball a couple of times before throwing it up in the air. Her throw was not perfectly straight however, and because of this she didn't quite make a clean connection. As the ball thumped against the wall, a score of 104mph showed up.

"Oooh not a great score there Katie" Erin said goading the tennis star.

"It's fine, I've still got another two goes, I'm sure I will improve" Katie responded diplomatically, but inside concerned that perhaps nerves were getting the better of her.
"Well lets hope for your sake that you do" said Erin. "Emma, its your turn."

Emma walked up to the fake baseline and steeled herself, trying to invoke memories of her US Open win where she sealed victory with an ace. She tossed the ball up much more effectively than Katie, and hit it sweetly right in the middle of the racket. The ball travelled quite clearly much faster than Katie's, and this was confirmed when the screen flashed up an impressive 126mph.

Emma gave a little fist bump, partially to herself but also partially at Katie. They were good friends and had played together many times, but today they were sworn enemies.

"Fantastic score there Emma" Erin remarked. "Katie up you come, and you might want to up your game from the last time."

Katie walked up to the line, a little less confident than last time, feeling that perhaps she was too arrogant in assuming her height advantage would tell. There was of course no net to get the ball over in this game, so height was less of a factor. She threw the ball up, but once again it seemed nerves were getting the better of her. Whilst her toss this time was straighter, it was a little too low and she was unable to generate the power she required. The ball hit the back wall, however the screen showed another disappointing score for Katie of 108mph.

"Well you have clawed a little bit back there, but still a difference of 18mph which is a sizeable lead for Emma" Erin said, reaffirming to Katie what she already knew. This time, Katie offered no response.

Emma was already up at the baseline ready to serve before Erin had a chance to speak to her, buoyed by her opponent's failures so far. Her second serve was almost a carbon copy of the first, thumping into the wall at great velocity. The score of 122mph flashed up on the screen.

"Not quite as good as your first go there Emma, but still considerably better than anything Katie has been able to come up with" Erin said as Emma bounded back into position.

Seeing Emma be so successful and pumped up had really knocked the stuffing out of Katie. She trudged up to the baseline on Erin's command and really had lost all focus. She served for a third and final time, but her timing was clearly all wrong, striking the ball nearer the bottom of the racket than in the middle. As a result, a measly score of 106mph flashed up on the screen.

"Oh dear oh dear Katie" said Erin in a mocking voice. "What a disastrous performance, almost like you want to be gunged. You will have at least an 18 point deficit going into game two."

"Plenty of time yet Erin, I'm still confident that Emma will be taking a dip and not me" Katie replied, albeit her earlier conviction appeared to be lacking.

"Hmm, I'm not sure you truly believe that do you Katie, hope you have some good shower gel" Erin said picking up on the Katie's tone and causing Katie to be reminded of the pungent aroma of the gunge from earlier. "Let's see if Emma can extend her lead with her final go."

Emma walked up to the baseline, but in reality knew there was little chance of her beating her first go. Her half-hearted final serve gave a score of 104mph, but Emma was satisfied with her sizeable lead.

"I get the sense you weren't really trying there Emma" said Erin as the dark haired 20 year old walked back from the baseline.

"No not really" laughed Emma, "But I'll take the 18 point lead. Plus it's the exact same score Katie got when actually trying!".

Katie tried to think of a retort, but her mind wasn't in it. For all her bravado, she knew that 18 points was a large lead and that she would likely need the luck in the next couple of games and the audience vote to avoid a very nasty experience.

Erin turned to address the camera;

"So at the end of that round, Emma has 126 points and looking fit for a dunking is Katie with 108 points. On to round 2!"

Racket bounce

Erin, Emma and Katie had all moved back to the centre of the studio now, in front of the industrial doors which housed the gunge tank. Both tennis stars still had their rackets, however this time all they had was one tennis ball each in their hands. The camera focussed on Erin;

"Welcome to round 2, which is more of a test of skill than our previous round of strength. In this game, both girls will have to bounce the ball on the edge of their racket as many times as they can without it hitting the floor. As with the last game, you will both get three attempts at this and your highest number of bounces will be your score for the round. Emma, as you went second last time, you get to go first this round. Please take your position."

Emma walked a couple of feet to where Erin was previously standing, Erin and a nervous looking Katie standing off to the side. Emma prepared herself and dropped the ball onto the edge of her racket. Bouncing the ball on the edge of the racket is a very difficult skill even for professional tennis players, and so it proved to be the case for Emma here, the ball catching the edge not flush in the middle and skirting off to the side, out of Emma's reach after just 10 bounces.

"Not a great score there Emma, could this be Katie's chance at redemption? You're go next Katie" said Erin, as Emma wandered back to the side disappointed in herself, but also knowing how tough this skill would also be for Katie.

Katie seemed a little less nervous having seen Emma's first poor attempt, and had soon passed Emma's score of 10. That was as good as it got though for Katie, as soon after her ball hit the floor, recording 16 bounces.

"Come on girls I thought you were meant to be professionals!" exclaimed Erin. "But still you have eaten into Emma's lead slightly there Katie, but surely one of you can do better, starting with Emma now."

Emma took her position, determined to improve on her previous score and to extend her lead overall over Katie. And extend it she did, however not by the amount she was hoping for, as on her 17th bounce of the ball she mis controlled and took a paltry 1 point lead over Katie.

"Honestly girls this is tragic. Katie please save us from this, and at the same time try and save yourself from that" said Erin, gesturing towards the industrial doors.
That final comment and gesture from Erin seemed to put Katie off, as she somehow managed to produce an even worse score than any of the others, faltering on her 8th bounce of the ball, reacting with a grunt of frustration.

"I'm not even going to make a comment" Erin commented. "Emma, your go so we can end this shocking round."

Emma stepped up, but with her confidence clearly knocked from her previous poor attempts again looked shaky as she could only must 12 bounces, not enough to beat her previous score of 17. She trudged back next to Erin, with Katie making her way into position without prompt from Erin.

Katie knew she had to pull something out here, as currently she would have a 19 point deficit going into the final game and audience vote, which may be too much to overturn. She concentrated like she was in a Wimbledon final, and became the first of the two girls to pass the 20 bounces mark. The excitement of this clearly got to her however, as she managed just 3 further bounces taking her score for the round to 23.

"Finally" said Erin is an exasperated manner. "Someone has been able to get over 20. Its still not a fantastic score, and is perhaps evidence of why GB have so few grand slam champions in women's tennis, but it does mean you have clawed six points off Emma's lead, meaning she now leads you by 12 points, with the total scores at 143 for Emma and 131 for Katie. On to the third and final round."

Neither Emma nor Katie were overly pleased with what Erin had just said, particularly Emma who was not only annoyed at losing the previous game, but also the comment about British grand slam champions considering she was one. Katie meanwhile was somewhat pleased she had won the game, but was still concerned that she was 12 points behind, making this third and final round massive for her to claw back some points before the vote reveal.

Target practice

Erin, Emma and Katie made their way to the far side of the studio. Around 15 feet away from them were two walls about 3 metres apart. On top of both walls were 20 bottles all in a line. The game seemed quite self-explanatory, but Erin began to speak nonetheless;

"So ladies, we have made it to the final round! We are now so close to finding out which of you will be winning £10,000 for your chosen charity, whilst the other will become a figure of ridicule on the tennis tour for years to come. Currently it is Katie who is in pole position to take a special swim at the end of the episode, languishing 12 points behind Emma. Katie how are you feeling?"

"I'm just trying not to think about the ending of the show, and concentrating on what I need to do now to catch up to Emma. Hopefully the voting public will see that Emma is far more deserving than I am and vote accordingly. I mean, who sacks their coach after winning a grand slam?" Katie said defiantly.

"Ooh the knives really are out. Emma how are you feeling?" asked Erin.

"Confident to be honest Erin. I have a fairly healthy lead, so as long as nothing goes drastically wrong in this game, I will have a lead going into the vote. I am also certain that the votes will be in my favour. Backing anyone against a Brit is bad enough, but an Aussie? That's definitely worth a gunging!" Emma said, responding in kind to Katie's earlier jab.

"Well ladies and gentleman, as you can see this game really knows how to take friends and turn them into enemies" said Erin speaking directly at the studio audience. "I think we have heard enough from these two though, and it is time I explained the final game, which is really very simple. Both ladies will have 1 minute on the clock to knock as many bottles off their wall as they can, using their favourite weapons, tennis racket and ball. The number you knock down will be what is added to your score. If you are ready ladies, please take your position."

Emma and Katie walked towards the walls, standing 15 feet away, Emma on the left and Katie on the right. Both had their tennis rackets in their hands and a large bucket of balls to the side.

"On your marks, get set, GO!" shouted Erin as the timer began.

The girls took very different approaches. Emma went with a 'spray and pray approach', practically hitting the balls as soon as she picked them out of the basket, then picking another one out of the basket as soon as the ball left her racket. Katie on the other hand, went for a much more measured approach, attempting to carefully aim each of her shots, but taking a good few seconds each time. As a result, Katie was having a much higher success rate than Emma, however was using up around 5 seconds per shot. Whilst Katie missed her first couple of shots, once she had gotten to grips with how to aim, she fairly consistently managed to knock the bottles off one by one. Emma on the other hand had absolutely no consistency to her style, knocking off bottles at random intervals. Her approach seemed to work though, and at first glance it looked like both girls had knocked the same number of bottles off when the buzzer rang to signal the end of the game.

"That was intense" said Erin moving into the middle of the two tennis players. "Very much a tortoise versus the hare in the way you two went about that there, Katie you were very measured and Emma you were complete chaos. I can reveal however that Katie you knocked off 8 bottles, but Emma you knocked off 9! Looks like the hare won on this occasion."

Katie's heart sank at this news. She knew now that she was in real danger of being the loser and having to endure the awful punishment which awaited. Emma meanwhile was happy that she had won the round, albeit slightly disappointed that she hadn't pulled further away and put the result of the show completely beyond doubt, given that 9 out of 20 for her wasn't actually a great score.

Erin continued, "This of course means that after all the games Emma has 152 points, and looking set for an arctic dunk in our extra smelly gunk is Katie on 139 points. All that leaves now is the vote results, which will be revealed after the break. The public are still voting however, so I will allow both of you 10 seconds to state your case as to why people shouldn't vote for you. Emma you are up first."

Emma looked directly into the camera and begun, "Please don't vote for me, I was just doing what I thought was best for my career when I changed coach, as I'm sure anyone else would. Katie deserves the slop for her performance today in the games too. Hashtag Back the Brits guys!"

A bell rang signalling the end of Emma's 10 seconds. "A compelling argument. Katie, your turn next and you had better make it good" said Erin.

Katie looked into the same camera as Emma had, "Please don't vote for me, I was just supporting my boyfriend and would have supported Jack or indeed any other British player against anyone else. Emma has become a massive diva since winning the US Open and deserves to be brought down a peg or two, so vote for her to face the gunk!"

Erin closed this part of the show with;

"Well there you have it ladies and gentleman, you have heard their pleas, you have seen them in the games and their fate is in your hands. Votes have already been coming through and you have until the end of the break to decide which of Emma Raducanu or Katie Boulter will be staying warm, dry and fresh smelling, taking home £10,000 for charity, and which of them will be stripping down to their underwear, having their pants filled with food, and taking a ride into our freezing cold and horrendously smelly gunge. Remember you are voting for who you want to see gunged. Get voting guys, and we will see you, and a lot more of one of these girls, after the break!"

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