After what felt like weeks due to the anticipation for Katie and Emma, the ad-break had finally finished and they were soon to find out which of them would be victorious and which of them would be the laughing stock of the tennis community for years to come.

"Back on air in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ACTION!" came a voice from behind a camera.

"Hello and welcome back to Get Your Own Back: Unleashed" said Erin excitedly. "We are just moments away from finding out which of our tennis stars will be getting up close and personal with some food down their pants, before being tossed into our pool of freezing, stinky gunge. Oh, and did we mention, they will be doing all of that whilst wearing nothing but their underwear?! I think it's time we brought them in to find out how they are feeling before the big reveal. Please come and join me Emma Raducanu and Katie Boulter!"

Both ladies walked into shot, Emma on the left of the screen and Katie on the right. Both were dressed as they were in the first part of the show, in a white tennis vest top, a white skirt, white socks and trainers. Emma had her brunette hair loose whilst Katie's blonde hair was still in a pony tail.

"Welcome back ladies, the wait is nearly over to discover which of you will be facing justice on tonight's show." said Erin. "Emma, you have a healthy 13 point lead over Katie at the moment and are on track to win the £10,000 for your chosen charity and remain clean and clothed. How are you feeling currently?"

Emma turned to face Erin. "I'm feeling confident, I think I did well enough in the games to get a good lead, and I have faith in the voting British public that they will want to dunk someone who supports Aussies over Brits before me."

"Well Emma sounding very confident there, lets hope for her sake that the votes didn't swing her way and that she is left with egg on her face. Well, not egg per se but it certainly smells like rotten egg!" exclaimed Erin, eliciting a small grimace and wrinkle of the nose from Emma. With that, Erin turned to face Katie.

"Now I suspect someone who isn't feeling as confident is Katie, who is currently in pole position to take a ride into the pool of penance."

"I've still got hope Erin" said Katie. "I have faith that the British public will see what a massive diva Emma has become since winning the US Open, and that sacking her coach was an awful way to treat someone who had done so much for her."

"Wow, so much rivalry going on here, it's a wonder you two were ever teammates" remarked Erin.

Erin was right. Both girls were good friends with one another and would be after the show had finished, however at this moment in time they were sworn enemies happy to throw the other under the bus due to the stakes of the show.

"Now, there was one thing which we didn't mention in the first half of the show, which the two girls don't currently know" said Erin, causing both girls to look at Erin with a mix of inquisitiveness and concern.

"They both know that our victim today will have a 'post-gunge interview' talking about their experience. This will be true for every victim of the series and ordinarily this will take place after the loser has had a chance to clean up, however long that may take hahaha! However, should someone lose by 30 points or more to their opponent, this interview will take place immediately post-gunging meaning they stay cold, smelly and generally feeling disgusting for even longer. In addition to this, they will have missed their wheelbarrow ride to the showers as a result of the interview and will therefore need to make the 'Walk of Shame' to the showers. This involves walking through our studio audience, who may not appreciate that much due to the smell, out of the door where the audience enter and into the main foyer of the studio, then round the corner to the backstage showers. This will give all those lovely people who don't know what is being a shot here a chance to get a preview, and a chance to point and laugh should they wish!"

There were contrasting reactions from Emma and Katie. Emma knew the chances of her losing by 30 points was extremely slim and would require a huge swing from the public votes, so even if she lost overall she knew that this aspect of the punishment was highly unlikely to be coming her way. Katie on the other hand, knew that only a small percentage win for her was required and she would be facing this as well as the main punishment. She was already extremely nervous and on edge due to the fact that she was some way behind Emma on points, so this only added to her nervousness, causing her to cover her face with her hands, slowly pulling them down as Erin began to speak again.

"Look at them, they are even more nervous now! Well, I think it is time to put them out of their misery, or perhaps plunge one of them into even more misery hahaha! I do not know the result, however the backstage staff do know the result and the pool of penance is currently behind these doors being prepared, being adjusted for the height of today's loser to ensure full coverage and being filled with gunge and either Manhattan clam chowder or Vegemite" Erin said, as she pointed the large industrial doors on the other side of the studio to where she, Emma and Katie were currently standing.

"As a reminder, the points from the vote are awarded as the difference between the percentages received for each of our contestants to the contestant with the lower percentage of the votes. Therefore if the votes were split 60-40, the contestant with 40% of the vote would receive 20 points. As such, any outcome is still possible with Emma currently holding a 13 point lead over Katie. This means that in order for Emma to face the slop, she must have received 57% of the votes. For her to face the 'Walk of Shame' too, she will need to have received 72% of the votes, so the public will have needed to really want to see her face her comeuppance. Anything less than 57% of the votes in favour of Emma means Katie will be suffering the punishment, and if Katie receives 59% of the votes she will be taking the 'Walk of Shame' too. Right, now that the maths is out of the way, lets reveal the results!!!" Erin shouted this final sentence with more excitement than at any other point in the show.

All three ladies turned to face the industrial doors, which doubled as a projector screen. Emma had her hands interlocked pressing into herself just below her ribcage, whilst Katie could barely look, both hands pressed over her mouth and nose, as if praying that the vote had gone her way.

Two bar charts were projected onto the doors, one with Katie's face and the other with Emma's. These moved up and down displaying random figures for around 15 seconds, drawing out the agony for both girls and creating huge tension in the audience. Finally, the bar charts stopped moving and began flashing, revealing the final result:

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"Nooooooooo!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!"

Inevitably, the reactions of the two tennis stars could not have been more contrasting. Emma was jumping around the studio with her arms in the air a face made up of 90% delight and 10% relief. Katie meanwhile was kneeling, shaking her head which was tucked into her arms, trying to come to terms with what was about to occur. Whilst she had known she was in trouble prior to the result being revealed, the confirmation really drove it home, knowing that her nightmare was about to become a reality.

On the industrial doors, alongside the charts showing the results was an image of a woman in her underwear with a photo of Katie's face superimposed on top as well as photos of vegemite flashing around the woman.

The crowd were cheering raucously, clearly delighted by the result, albeit it was likely they would have reacted this way regardless of who had won and lost. Either way, they knew they were about to watch someone face one of the greatest humiliations ever seen on TV, and it mattered not who it was they were witnessing on the receiving end. As the crowd began to die down, Erin interjected:

"Well there we have it, a HUGE congratulations to Emma Raducanu who has won today's show and gets to take home £10,000 for her chosen charity! Emma how are you feeling?"

The Brunette finally stopped leaping around with joy and joined Erin:

"I am ecstatic Erin! I always had faith that the public would back me and I'm delighted to have had my faith vindicated" Emma replied.

"You know, I thought you just might be a bit happy" laughed Erin. "However, we have some other extremely important business to attend to" Erin added, turning to face Katie who was still on her knees but now looking up at her fellow blonde.

"For every clean, dry, warm and fully clothed winner there must be a loser. And that means that someone, is a little overdressed. Katie, you lost the games and lost the support of the public so please, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!!!"

The audience had clearly been briefed over what to say with certain cues during the break, as they all joined in en masse instructing Katie. This made everything all the more overwhelming for Katie. Previously it had been her versus Emma, now suddenly it felt like her versus everyone else in the studio. She slowly raised herself to her feet, knowing but dreading what came next. Naturally, the first items she went to remove were her trainers, kicking both off without untying the laces. She then went for the socks, removing first her right then her left and stuffing them into their respective trainers. Katie was now stood barefoot, wearing her white skirt and vest top, albeit she knew these two would soon be consigned to history. It was then that she heard Erin's voice:

"Well you've done the easy bit, now lets get on with the fun bit."

Katie started to blush a little, knowing the Erin was right. Removing her shoes and socks had been easy, but what came next was a different kettle of fish. She slowly untucked her vest from her skirt, taking a couple of breaths to compose herself before lifting the vest up and over her head, exposing her toned six pack abs and a white sports bra above, remaining with the tennis kit theme. She tossed the vet top to the side, whilst the inevitable wolf whistles came through from the audience. Almost spurred on by this, Katie quickly took hold of the top of her skirt, and began to slide it down. She took great care to ensure her underpants didn't also come down with it. This experience would be humiliating enough she thought, without completely exposing myself. Kicking her skirt to the side, she revealed not only her long slender legs, but that her entire ensemble for the day was white, with her underpants also being white with a 'navy blue elasticated waist band.

"Woo-hoo, looking good girl, give us a twirl" said Erin in an accidentally poetic fashion.

Begrudgingly Katie made a slow turn, less a twirl more of a slowly walked circle.

"There is one slight issue however" remarked Erin. "The rules clearly state that our loser will remove all unnecessary items. I note however, that your hair is in a pony tail, so it seems to me like that hairband is unnecessary and needs to go."

"Seriously?" responded Katie, much like a teenage girl who had just been told they had to clean their room before they could go to a party.

"Yep, rules are rules. We want to make sure that gunge really gets in there, right down to the roots" Erin replied with a cruel edge.

"Gee thanks" said Katie sarcastically, as she reached into her hair a removed the hairband, tossing next to her pile of discarded clothing. Her blonde hair now hung loose, reaching halfway down her back, with Katie acknowledging internally that this action had probably bought her an extra 20 minutes in the shower once this was over, trying to get the muck out.

Erin responded equally as sarcastically "Its my absolute pleasure". She continued "Looks like we are all ready to move on to the next part of your punishment Katie, and I know it is something the audience have really been looking forward to. So without further ado, please welcome back Jack Draper, two pots of vegemite anda very special guest."

The crowd once again began their raucous cheering as two figures walked out from the side of the stage, each carrying a pot of vegemite in their hands. This was the part Katie had been dreading the most. In the past, many people had been gunged on TV and many had been on TV wearing just their underwear or a bikini. Indeed she herself whilst not on TV, had many photos of herself in a bikini on Instagram, so being in her underwear wasn't horrendously bad she thought. Having Vegemite poured into her underwear however, or indeed any food stuff, was something almost never seen on TV before, so she was going to be a trailblazer of humiliation and disgust. She was always going to be remembered as the first to suffer this, so it was not just short term suffering she would endure, but longer term her legacy would be tarnished with what was coming next.

Katie had an inkling that she knew who the special guest was going to be, and this was confirmed to her when the two figures who had entered the stage now stood in front of her.

"Welcome back Jack, and a very warm first welcome of the evening to our special guest, Australian tennis player Alex de Minaur!" Erin said excitedly, whilst standing in between the two male tennis stars. "So it is congratulations Jack, you are going to be our first nominator to get their own back on their nominee in this revamped show. I expect you are delighted?"

"I absolutely am delighted Erin, and at the fact that the public know its always right to support a Brit over an Aussie" Jack responded, teasing Alex in the process.

"Yes, well speaking of Aussies" Erin said turning to face Alex. "Alex, it is great to have you here, and great that you appear to be putting your relationship on the line just to be here, if Katie's face is anything to go by."

The camera turned to show Katie with the tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek, shaking her head at Alex.

"Thanks for having me Erin" Alex replied. "Whilst obviously I'm pleased that Katie was rooting for me in my match with the big man here" he continued, pointing at the 6'6 Jack, "This opportunity was never going to come around again, and if you can't take time out to embarrass your girlfriend then there really aren't many pleasures left in life." As he said this, he turned to give Katie a cheeky smile, which was returned with a glare from the blonde Brit.

"Well we are all very glad you could make it. Well, nearly all of us." Erin said glancing at Katie. "Now I can see that you both have a very important item in your hands. Only the finest Australian vegemite, which we have very kindly mixed with a little water to ensure it is nice and easy to pour for you both. And just in case Katie or anyone else had forgotten, the pouring will be one pot of vegemite in the front, and one pot into the back of her underpants. How you want to do that Jack and Alex is up to you, but please make you way over to Katie and administer that vegemite!"

Alex and Jack began to make their way over to where an increasingly nervous looking Katie was standing and began discussing their plan of action.

"How do you want to go, I'll take the back and you take the front?" asked Jack.

"Sounds good to me" Alex replied. "Shall we both go at the same time?"

"I'm fine with that" Jack responded, as he made his way behind Katie who was breathing a little heavier attempting to compose herself.

Alex stood in front of his girlfriend with a grin on his face. "Soz babe" he said, whilst flirtatiously dabbing a small bit of vegemite on Katie's nose.

"I hate you" Katie responded, with an ever so slight smile on her face.

The smile on Katie's face was wiped away in rapid fashion however, as both the male tennis players hooked their finger into the elastic of her knickers, Alex at the front and Jack at the back. Katie closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in anticipation, as Alex and Jack both raised their vegemite containers primed to pour. With this, the crowd prompts kicked in again as they began chanting "DOWN THE PANTS, DOWN THE PANTS" en masse. After around 5 seconds, Jack gave a nod to Alex and both upturned their containers.

As Alex was the much shorter man, he held his container lower and as such the first vegemite to come into contact with Katie was in the front of her underwear. The sensation was nothing like anything she had experienced before, the initial coldness followed by a horrible stickiness that felt completely unnatural. She recoiled backwards slightly, however by this point the vegemite poured by Jack had just begun to enter the back of her underwear. The combined sensation of the vegemite filling both the back and front of her underwear caused Katie to stand on her tiptoes and let out a noise she had never made before in her life.

"Aaaaheurgghhh" was all that Katie could expel in this moment, as the vegemite made its way around her pants, seeping into any gap it could find. She also began to bounce slightly on her tiptoes due to the sensation, however this only assisted the vegemite in its journey around her nether region. Both Alex and Jack shook their containers to get the last little bits of vegemite out, but the damage had already been done as far as Katie was concerned, with some of the vegemite beginning to escape down her long legs. Whilst this was happening, Erin stood there with an almost shocked smile, whilst Emma was in hysterics, the knowledge that it could have been her going through this experience making the fact that it wasn't all the sweeter.

Once Alex and Jack had removed the final droplets of vegemite from their containers, they both walked back to where Erin and Emma were standing, leaving Katie in her sticky sadness. Katie just stood in position, in a state of disbelief at what had just happened and a look of anguished disgust on her face. She was standing with her legs slightly apart, in a feeble attempt to come into contact with the vegemite as little as possible, which was failing miserably. Every part of her nether region was encased in the disgustingly sticky substance, and the contrast of her currently pristine upper body to the mess she was in from the waist down was a sight to behold.

"Wow, that was hilarious to watch." said Erin. "I imagine it was even more hilarious to partake in?" she continued, directing her question at Jack.

"Oh absolutely, the noises Katie was making were a sound for the ages" Jack responded.

"Well its about to get even better, as it is time for our grand finale," said Erin. "So Katie, please make your way over to the pool of penance and the seat of sorrow, and prepare to go for a very smelly swim."

Katie took hold of the sides of her underpants, in a bid to avoid them slipping down as she walked under the weight of the vegemite. She need not have bothered however, as the stickiness of the vegemite was acting as a very effective glue, holding her knickers in place. As she began to walk over to the large industrial doors, smoke began billowing out in front of them as they slowly opened to reveal the tank. The walk itself was extremely uncomfortable, Katie not only having to contend with the feeling of the vegemite rubbing against the inside of her legs and all around her nether region, but also the feeling of her bare feet on the cold studio floor provided an unpleasant sensation.

Katie advanced through the industrial doors, and for the first time since the beginning of the show could see the tank and its contents. The writing on the tank had now been changed, now reading "BOULTER'S BATH" which had been sprayed on with foam. The colour however, had not changed, remaining a sickly mix of green and yellow, albeit with small flecks of vegemite coloured brown which had been added the to gunge upon confirmation of her loss. The final aspect Katie noticed, was of course the smell, which was equally as pungent as when she had first set eyes and nose upon the tank, indeed if not more so now that it was decided for certain that she would be ending the show in there.

Katie approached the tank via a set of steps up the side, which led her to a main platform. She was followed up by both Erin and Jack, whilst Emma and Alex waited at the front of the tank to get a straight on view. Katie made her way from the main platform on the side of the tank, across a small ledge towards the chair overhanging the tank. The chair was very small and narrow, with a footrest not a large distance below where the seat ended. This was an issue for the tall Katie, as she stepped onto the footrest and place herself gingerly down onto the seat. This had two effects, the first the initial seating causing the vegemite in the back of her underpants to be squished up against her skin and into her bum crack. The second effect was due to the narrowness of the seat, she had to keep her legs pressed together to fit on, and as a result the vegemite in the front of her underwear was also pressed into her skin. Both of these, combined with the footrest being quite high up, forcing Katie to push her legs up towards her chest, made the chair an extremely uncomfortable place to be for Katie.
Once Katie was fully in position, Erin began to speak.

"Here we are Ladies and Gentlemen, our great masterpiece the gunk dunk in all its glory. Look at all that delightfully horrible gunge below. But it isn't just gunge remember, as we have also included some crushed ice to ensure it is nice and cold, as well as some vegemite to add a bit of texture. And don't forget, our adjustable floor means that the pool of penance is set to just the right depth to ensure our unlucky victim gets to have the complete dunking experience. Now many of you will have seen our previous iterations, where our gungee is cranked up based on how many questions they or their nominator get correct or incorrect. In this version however, we wanted to make things a little more interesting and add a little spice. We will ask Katie one question. If she gets it wrong, she will be cranked up to the top and will take a one way trip into the slop. If she gets it right however, we will let her go free and Emma will take her place!"

"WHAT!" shouted Emma, who had clearly not been told of this twist. "I won, how could I possibly end up in there?"

"Hush hush now" Erin teased. "You agreed to potentially be gunged, we never said it would definitely come from losing the game did we? Now, the question is of course tennis related, so Katie are you ready?"

Katie nodded, a steely determination in her eyes knowing she had one final chance of escape.
Erin picked up a card and began to read.

"Katie, as you may know, Andy Murray became the first male British tennis player to win Wimbledon when he won it in 2013, since Fred Perry won it in 1936. This is a gap of 77 years, but how many minutes are there in 77 years?"

Erin could barely get through the question without laughing, knowing it was a stitch up from the start. Emma was laughing hysterically however, her fears and anxiety washed away after hearing the question. Katie on the other hand was just deflated. Just as she had gotten her hopes up, they had been cruelly dashed. She felt stupid for even thinking there was a chance they would let her escape after all this. Truly her fate had been sealed upon the vote result and there was never any way out.

"Well Katie, any idea. Remember this is to avoid the horrible, sticky, smelly gunge below you, so you should give it a good go." Erin said, mocking the nearly naked tennis star sat uncomfortably above the tank.

"100,000,000" Katie replied indignantly.

"Ooooh, you were so close, the answer was actually 3 billion, 114 million ,175 thousand, 680 minutes. How unlucky" Erin responded, as if Katie was ever in with a chance. "Well we know what that means, and Katie definitely knows what that means. She is going to be cranked to the top, before taking a drop in the slop. However, we have provided some entertainment for her journey. You will be able to see the screen hanging down at the end of the ramp Katie, where we have a message from the people who prepared today's gunge, as well as someone you may recognise. So Jack, if you would like to push that button in front of you, and CRANK HER UP!"

The crowd began chanting "Crank her up, crank her up" as Jack waited a couple of seconds before pushing the button, to rapturous cheers from the audience. As he did this, a screen which was hanging down from the final X on the gunk dunk ramp above Katie's head sprung into life. Also springing into life was Katie's chair, however it proceeded at an absolute snail's pace up the ramp, prolonging the agony and allowing Katie to watch the screen.

Up on the screen popped a man and a woman wearing white lab coats and holding test tubes.

"Hello there" the man and the woman said in tandem. The man then continued, "So, you are today's loser. How unfortunate. You must be pretty nervous at the minute, slowly inching ever closer to experiencing the gunge that my colleague and I have concocted for you. As such, I'm sure you would love to know what went into making it."

'I wouldn't actually' thought Katie, rubbing her hands on her bare thighs as she progressed up the ramp, longing this experience to be over as soon as possible.

The woman then began to speak.

"The first aspect we wanted to take care of was the gunge itself. We wanted to ensure it was wet enough to soak through what little clothing you have on, but also had enough texture and stickiness to ensure it doesn't come off easily. This is TV's ultimate punishment after all." Both the man and the woman laughed after she had finished talking. The man then continued.

"To do this we realised we needed two separate gunges. Our first is the classic natrosol gunge, designed to completely coat you and leave you soaked to the skin. Our second gunge took a little more work, as we mixed the natrosol with some oats to create a lovely thick and lumpy texture, which will be an absolute pain to wash out. Hope you don't have long hair!"

Katie winced at this remark and took some of her hair in her hands. Losing her hair band had created an absolute nightmare for her, as her long blonde hair was ripe for annihilation in the gunge.
The woman began to speak again.

"The second thing we had to get right was the smell. We wanted to make sure people could smell you coming for days after your dunking, therefore we started looking at which chemicals we could emulate to ensure maximum pongage. We went through loads, before finally settling on Butyric acid. The scientists amongst you will know that dependent on the strength, this can smell either like rotten dairy at the lighter end of the scale, or vomit at the stronger end. Now apparently, we weren't allowed to make it smell like vomit, so rotten dairy will just have to do." "Its political correctness gone mad," quipped the man.

Katie really didn't need them to explain how bad the smell was, she was fully aware that even though it was currently getting fainter due to the distance now between her and the tank, she would soon be engulfed in the pungent aroma.

"Well that is all we have time for I'm afraid," said the man. "However we do have a quick message from someone you may recognise." "Enjoy your trip!" both the man and woman shouted before the screen switched to a very famous face.

"Hello Katie" said a voice with a distinctly drab Scottish accent.

Katie couldn't believe it. It was of course Sir Andy Murray on the screen, someone Katie had looked up to as a child and had helped inspire her to be the best she could be, was now going to be mocking her as she continued on her agonisingly slow journey up the ramp.

"If you are watching this then I guess you are feeling pretty bad just now, but not supporting your Great British counterparts, well that's pretty shocking behaviour and clearly you have brought this on yourself. You would never see me giving anything less than 100% support to all the Home Nations." As he said this he gave a little smirk to the camera, and held up the photo of him wearing a Paraguay shirt back in 2006 when England were due to play them in the World Cup.

"Anyway, I think that's enough from me as you have some serious business to attend to, and I wish you all the best of luck showering the gunge and smell off. I hope this serves as a lesson to always back the Brits!"

As the screen turned black, so did the rest of the studio, plunged into darkness as Katie finally hit the top of the ramp following her 45 second journey. There were now only three lights. A red light illuminating Katie at the top of the ramp, her heart now beating at double speed knowing that her next trip on the ramp would be much faster and have a much less enjoyable conclusion. The other two lights were clear lights, illuminating both the gunge tank below Katie and the platform where Erin and Jack stood, primed and ready to send Katie down. For what it was worth, the distance Katie now was from the tank meant that the smell of the gunge was less overpowering, however she knew that this was only a temporary respite. She nervously brushed her hair behind her ears as Erin began to speak.

"Well wasn't that nice, our two resident scientists helping us all understand just how dreadful the next few moments are going to be for Katie, and a huge thanks to Sir Andy Murray for providing his expert opinion on the rules of sports supporting. But now Jack it is your time. Take one final look at Katie there, relatively clean and fresh smelling albeit with a vegemite twang. You've got her down to her undies, you've got vegemite down her pants, she was unpatriotic and didn't support the Brits. Time to give Boulter a bath she will never forget, pull that lever AND GET YOUR OWN BACK!."

No sooner had Erin finished speaking, than Jack had yanked forcefully back on the lever. Katie sat there listening to the speech, knowing her time was up. As soon as Jack pulled the lever, a set of red lights which ran horizontally across the ramp from the bottom to the top began to light up, starting at the bottom and rapidly making their way up to the top. Once the lights hit the top of the ramp, there was an explosion of two red flares behind Katie, and the latch on her chair released, beginning the chair and Katie's final journey.

The speed at which the chair accelerated shocked Katie, it was like she had been given a push from behind. As she flew down the ramp, she crossed her arms across her chest and bore a disgusted grimace on her face. As the chair continued its rapid descent, Katie passed through the three large Xs which had legs either side of the ramp, with the centre of each X directly above Katie's head, effectively creating a triangle above her. The Xs changed colour based on where Katie was on the ramp. As she flew through the first X they were green, through the second they were amber and finally as she passed under the final X they turned red.

As Katie passed through the final X, she realised she was just a few feet from the bottom of the ramp. Given the drop from the chair to the gunge, and given the speed she was going, Katie realised she was going to hit the gunge with some force. She decided therefore to try and take matters into her own hands, in a final desperate attempt to make the experience marginally less awful. As she reached the bottom, she held her nose with one hand and effectively jumped from the seat herself. She jumped just as the seat was tipping, her right leg was straight with her left leg slightly bent as she first came into contact with the gunge. Her bare feet smashed through the foam writing, destroying the 'Boulter's Bath' wording that had been in the centre of the tank. Her feet were closely followed by her long slender legs and underwear covered bottom, causing a slight splash and ripple as it passed under the surface of the gunge. Next were her bare torso and bra covered breasts, causing an even greater wave to fly up from the surface of the gunge. All that remained now of the blonde tennis star was her head, two arms, one of which was still holding her nose the other raised in the air, and her long blonde hair. These too disappeared in rapid fashion however, with her head dropping under the surface leaving just a hand sticking out above the surface and her hair resting on top, however soon these were both dragged under, gravity emphatically doing its job.

As this was happening, the audience were predictably losing their minds. They had expected something spectacular, but this was beyond even their wildest imagination. Not only were they witnessing someone getting plunged into a quite revolting tank of muck, but they were also getting a pyrotechnic style light show with it, adding to the atmosphere greatly and vindicating the producers decision to create such a spectacle. Emma and Alex stood by the side of the tank, Alex desperately trying not to laugh at the fate that had befallen his girlfriend, Emma laughing both in happiness and relief that it hadn't been her taking that trip. On the podium, Jack had a huge grin on his face and was clapping vociferously above his head, whilst Erin just stood opened mouthed at the sight she had just witnessed first-hand.

Under the surface of the tank however, the emotions were much different. Katie had attempted to avoid complete submersion by jumping from the seat, however had forgotten that the tank had a mechanical floor, therefore rendering her attempts completely futile. When she entered the gunge, the first thing to hit her was the temperature. As a tennis player, she had experienced ice baths in the past, and whilst this was not quite as cold as those, it was still a massive shock to the system and akin to jumping into the Atlantic Ocean in December. The fact she had basically no protection did not help matters of course, and she thought it perhaps slightly unnecessary to strip people and add ice to the gunge. Rational thought was short-lived however, as about half a second later the smell hit. And boy did it hit. The hand Katie had used to hold her nose had now released, and she was getting the full force of the noxious slop, surrounded by its foul smelling grip. Given the texture of the gunge, a combination of runny and lumpy with the occasional bout of sticky when she came into contact with the vegemite, it really was like being engulfed in rotten milk. The cruelty of course was that her sense of hearing and sight were obstructed by the gunge, so her sense of smell and touch got stronger at the worst possible time.

After around 4 or 5 seconds, Katie managed to find the bottom of the tank with her feet. The day had already taken a lot out of her energy wise, but she summoned the strength to push herself up and out of the stinky morass. As she emerged, everyone watching was treated to an absolute picture. She jumped out and above the surface, her breasts just coming over the top, now rock solid due to the cold temperature of the gunk. They dipped back under however, with the gunge level for a stationary Katie coming to just below the shoulder level. Not that the blob of green and yellow that was sticking out of the gunge was distinguishable as Katie however. The gunge has performed a complete hatchet job on Katie's hair, not just providing a top layer but invading inside her hair right down to her roots and scalp, the smoother gunge effectively acting as a vessel for the thicker, lumpier gunge which was now stuck in her tangled and matted hair, along with some sticky vegemite for good measure. Her face had fared no better, every part of it slathered in the foul smelling sludge, sticking to her chiselled facial features and creating one large green and yellow splodge. Katie desperately clawed at her hair, attempting to slick it back but the gunge had done its job, making this a fruitless task. She moved in to her eyes, finally able to see again, but all she could see were the laughing faces of an audience loving her humiliation. Beneath the surface she was also suffering. Her underpants had wedgied themselves into her bum crack when she fell off the seat, and in the process of trying to remove them, she had opened up the pants to a flood of gunge, snaking its way into every nook and cranny it could find. All of this however was nothing compared to the stench Katie was having to endure. It was worse than anything she had smelled before in her life, and it was literally on her, clinging to her exactly like a bad smell, causing her to breathe out of her mouth in a desperate attempt to avoid using her nose, albeit there was nothing she could do about the gunge already up there.

"Woooooooow, that was incredible!" Erin said, still not quite believing what she had and was still witnessing. "Jack you have got your own back and how. How do you feel?"

"Incredible Erin, that was beyond anything I could have imagined. The way she just disappeared and then to see that end result. And my word the smell, its awful even up here, I couldn't imagine what it is actually like being in it," Jack responded, before turning to Katie and continuing "Sorry Katie, but you should always back the Brits and I hope this is a valuable life lessaaaa woah!"

As Jack finished his mocking, a deluge of white gunge came crashing down onto Katie, clearly designed to look like the off milk that it smells like. Katie felt it come down and tried to move out of the way, but found it difficult to move due to the dense vegemite having sunk to the bottom of the tank acting as an effective glue holding her in place. As a result, all she could do was raise her hands above her head in a futile and pointless attempt to shield her already annihilated hair from further punishment.

As Katie attempted to claw her hair back for the second time, Erin and Jack left the podium and went to stand at the front of the tank. Erin began to speak into the camera, whilst in the background was Katie, standing now towards the edge of the tank, breathing heavily from her mouth, attempting not to breathe in the awful smell, but also breathing heavily due to the coldness of the gunge and just her general disgust at her current position, knowing that this had been broadcast to hundreds of thousands if not millions of people, many of whom were her tennis peers who would almost certainly never let her forget the day's events.

"Well that is almost all we have time for on Get Your Own Back: Unleashed." Erin began. "We do have some money to give out however. Here you are Emma, I'm sure whichever charity this is donated to will be very grateful, albeit perhaps not as grateful as you are to have avoided that." Erin said, handing Emma a large carboard cheque for £10,000, before pointing at a sodden and bedraggled Katie. Erin then continued whilst looking at Katie,

"And of course we cannot forget our great sport Katie here, who has definitely earnt her £10 for a clean set of underwear." Erin handed Katie a £10, the mere tip of a humiliation ice berg of a day for the tennis star. "Maybe better used on some premium shower gel though mind you." Erin joked as she turned away, waving her hand in front of her nose. "Look on the bright side though, at least you don't have to make the walk of shame and get to shower before your gungee's interview."

Katie gave a half hearted sarcastic smile at this comment, that piece of good news like bringing a watering can to a forest fire.

"So with that it is thanks to our nominators Jack and Andrew, thanks to Alex for his excellent assistance, congratulations to Emma being today's victor, and of course a huge thank you to our first ever gungee, KATIE BOULTER." Erin said, followed by thunderous applause from the audience, which even Katie in her current state couldn't help but smile slightly at, this time a genuine smile.

"So remember, if there is someone in your life who has done you wrong, make sure to bring them to us and we will see if we can right the wrongs. You had better watch out everyone, because Get Your Own Back has just beenUnleased."