It was a little bit embarrassing having lost the first two games of the day. As I stood in the shower, taking off the gunge-soaked Christmas jumper, I felt the need to win the next game no matter what. I knew that if I lost the first four rounds, I wasn't automatically losing the final game, but I didn't want Jack to have too much of an advantage.

I started to consider what game could be next. Last time, before the final game, I had done two quizzes, a game of luck and a more physical game. This time, I'd had a vote and a game of luck. I expected whatever came next to either be physical or a quiz.

I got out of the shower and did the routine of patting myself dry with a towel Steve left out for me and checked in the mirror for any remaining spots of gunk that I hadn't cleaned out in the shower (there was a streak of green slime behind my ear). Next was one of my favourite parts of each gunging: finding out what I was wearing. I unwrapped the package labelled '3' and pulled out a red lycra singlet. I had expected to see something like this at some point. Last time, I wore an American-themed singlet. This was a Christmassy red singlet that, once I put it on, showed off my pert butt and my toned body. If I get gunged in this, at least it will look good, I thought to myself as I caught one last glance in the mirror before heading back downstairs.

As I walked past the other bathroom, I heard Jack. "You still in there, mate? I got gunged way more than you and I'm ready to go."

He opened the door. "Just finished." He, too, was in a singlet, but it was aqua blue. "Nice singlet," he said.

"Yours too," I replied. "Looking forward to gunging you in it." I winked.

"You wish, this singlet is staying completely clean. Just wait and see." Jack could not be more wrong. We walked back down into the basement and we were greeted by the sight of the same large paddling pool we'd been in earlier with a Christmas tree being filled up to 6 inches with white gunge. "Oh wow," Jack said.

Steve stood next to the pool grinning. "Are you ready lads?"

"For what?!" I responded.

"Stand behind the pool for me facing the camera and you'll find out."

We walked over, assessing the gunge in the pool. "How much is in there?" Jack asked.

"Around 150 litres."

"Wow, that's messy."

"Well, it's our Christmas show. I've got to give the fans what they want." Steve gave us the last few instructions, asking me to turn slightly more to my right and for Jack to take a step forward. "You're not getting gunged just yet, Jack," Steve said. "There's no need to be afraid." Once he was happy with the lighting, he pressed record. "How were your showers boys?"

"I was completely trashed from that last game. So much gunge came off," I said.

"Yeah, I guess I didn't have as much to remove but the tomato stuff you poured on me got everywhere."

"Well, it won't be your only trip to shower if I have anything to do with it." I wanted to lean into the competitive spirit because I thought it would help with getting audiences to like us. Steve gave an approving grin.

"You've already had two trips mate, I'd hate to use up all the hot water before you lose the final game," Jack responded cheekily.

"Boys, you'd both be doing very well to avoid another shower after this next game," Steve interrupted, bringing proceedings back to the show. "In front of you is a pool of white gunge, resembling a white Christmas. And so far, neither of you have been tested particularly physically. So, you're both going to get in there, on your knees, and wrestle." My jaw dropped. I was about to wrestlein gunge. "Yes, this round is Gunge Wrestling."

Jack was much too quick for me with a reaction. "Well, there goes the hope of not getting messy." Jack and I gave each other a quick look. I assume he did the same, but I was checking out his build and working out what my chances of winning this wrestle were. He was perhaps a little bulkier than I was, but I knew I had a bit more energy than him.

"The winner is the first person to have the other person's legs held in the air. They will get two points towards the final total. The loser will get no points and a cheeky extra forfeit as well."

"I do not want any more forfeits today!" I exclaimed.

"You both clear on the rules?" Steve asked. Jack and I both nodded and Steve then invited us to kneel inside the pool. The moment Jack stepped in, he began sliding. "Be careful, we don't want to be in the gunge before you've actually started the wrestling."

I gradually lowered myself to my knees. I faced Jack square-on. Before going, I knew there was a high chance I would find myself in a strange scenario doing a slightly strange thing, but I had no idea that I would be dressed in a lycra singlet which showed off all my body's assets, wrestling another man, who was also dressed in lycra, in 150 litres of white slime. I started chuckling to myself out loud. "You ok?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, this is just mad, isn't it?" I replied.

"Oh yeah. But this should be fun."

Steve adjusted the cameras one last time to make sure the full picture was in the shot. "Ok lads, after the countdown, you start." I hunched over a bit, whilst Jack stayed upright. I'm not sure if I had a defined game plan on how I wanted to try and win this game, but I knew I had to play to my athletic strengths. "3...2...1...GO!"

I lunged straight for the back of Jack's thighs, trying my best to clasp my hands around them. He stayed upright and pushed against my shoulders. His hands were already gungy, and I let out a little gasp as the slime hit my bare shoulder blades. We pushed against each other, me trying to bring his thighs forward, him pushing my body as far away as possible. I suddenly was laid out pretty flat, leaning far forward on my knees whilst my hands grappled with Jack's slimy legs.

With one well-timed push from Jack, I lost my grip on his legs and my hands slid up to his bum. Jack let out an "oooh" amongst all the heaving breathing we were both doing and doubled down on another push. However, this meant he now only had me under my armpits, and I decided to cheekily pull on his singlet to catch him off guard. By this point, neither of us had been coated in my gunge aside from our legs and a few white handprints on my back and on Jack's arse. But by pulling on the side of his singlet, Jack curved back around and landed on his back in the slime. Not wanting to give me any advantage though, he locked one of his arms under my armpit and did his best to land me in gunge too. I landed on my side and avoided a complete coating of white gunge before wriggling out from his grip.

This gave Jack the chance to right himself again and suddenly, we were back in the same position as before: me with my arms wrapped around his slimy back and Jack with his hands pushing against and away from me. We tustled like this for a little bit, neither of us giving each other much in the way of an advantage. At one point, we started spinning each other as a way of trying to lower each other to the floor. As a result, I kicked a wave of gunge out of the pool and towards Steve's tripod. "Be careful lads," he chuckled. But by this point, we were like bulls who had locked horns.

We had slowly started rising from our lower positions earlier on, and Jack suddenly let go of his left hand and yanked my right leg out from under me. With him landing on top of me, I found myself surrounded by white slime. I was also in a vulnerable position, on my back. All Jack had to do was pull my legs up in the air and he'd have extended his lead. However, to get my legs, he'd have to let go of me. Once he did that, I immediately started to twist myself so I was face down in the gunge, holding myself up in a low push-up position. Jack couldn't raise my legs from this position, so I had a few milliseconds to consider my next move.

I continued to twist back around and latched my arms around Jack's waist. He continued to twist but lost grip on the floor and slid on his back into the gunge. By doing this, he had dragged me on top of his belly, trapping one arm under him, but leaving my left able to get under his knees and pull them up to the sky. "Yes!" I shouted as I heard a sigh of resignation come from Jack.

We pulled ourselves up and sat in the pool, trying to slow down our heavy breathing. "Hudson, your first victory of the day! How does it feel?" Steve asked.

"Because that is a really physical task," I replied, "and because Jack is a very strong guy, I'm more than happy with that win."

"And Jack, your first loss of the day. I thought you had it there for a moment."

"So did I," he said. "But fair enough, he got me at the right moment. And it was a tough battle so I don't mind losing that one. I'm still in the lead though, right?"

"Just. With the two points from this game, Hudson is now on 3 while Jack leads with 4. And there's only one more game to go before the final round." I smiled to myself. I hadn't completely embarrassed myself with this game. And there's still another game where I have the chance to overtake. "BUT," Steve said loudly, interrupting my thoughts, "we still have the matter of the loser's forfeit."

"We do!" I said with much glee.

"Hudson, do you mind stepping out of the pool, and Jack, you can stay sat down but if you just hop into the centre of the pool for me." I jumped up as fast as I safely could and made my way out of the pool. I didn't want to risk getting any messier than I had to. "Hudson, you haven't had the pleasure of gunging someone yet properly yet, have you?"

"No, I haven't."

"Well, I've got a Christmas treat for you now." Jack groaned from the pool. "Behind you is a bucket of gunk that has been sitting there for over a week, so it's nice and cold. You can now pour this over Jack's head."

I cheered as Jack moaned. "It's going to be so cold!" he said.

"Much like the white Christmas you're currently surrounded in now," I replied. I picked up the bucket of dark, black slop and carefully carried it to the edge of the pool. "I'm not sure about you, but I'm quite happy that I didn't get much gunge in my hair during that game. My shower should be nice and quick."

"Oh get on with it!" Jack said in both a kind and demanding fashion. He was cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking slightly up. He'd been gunged like this before.

"I believe there's a phrase I need to say before I pour this," I said. "It's time to GUNK THE HUNK!" I smiled as I gently and slowly poured the gunge over the top of Jack's clean head. It cascaded down his face and onto his white shoulders, the black contrasting it magnificently.

Jack let out a gasp before declaring the gunge was "fucking freezing". I laughed as I continued to pour it over him, doing my best to get the most coverage I could. It was nice to be on this siding of the gunging for once, administering a sloppy punishment to someone else. Too soon, the bucket was empty. Previously covered in white gunge, Jack looked like someone had just doused engine oil all over him. I had a huge grin on my face. "Thanks for that, mate," he said.

"Not a problem. You can get used to getting gunged by me going forward."

"Alright boys, the next game is the final one you can win points on, and you want points to have the advantage in the final game," Steve said. Steve pressed pause on recording and Jack and I started to remove the excess gunge from our bodies. "I think a tea break after your next shower lads."

"Dressed in our next outfit?" Jack asked.

"Yes and please wear everything in the package."

As I headed back up the stairs, I wanted to know why Steve would specify such a specific thing. Every other time, it's been obvious to wear what we'd been given. This time, I couldn't resist curiosity getting the better of me. I washed my hands in the sink and opened up the fourth clothing package. It was pretty thick already, and when I opened it, I pulled out a black vest, a 'Gunk the Hunk' t-shirt, some red lycra shorts and a pair of navy blue gym shorts. I could still feel something in the bottom of the parcel bag. I pulled it out and started laughing. It was a pristine white jockstrap. "This next game is going to be good," I thought to myself.