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GYOB Avengers Special

With all the recent celebrity GYOB shows, this was bound to happen. The GYOB theme tune played with a montage on the studio and home screens showing all the recent celeb contestants playing the wacky games, getting messed up and looking unhappy, revelling in their celeb opponent's misery and then the finale, the gunk dunk. Celeb after celeb sliding down the ramp whilst sitting on little seats and disappearing into the huge vat of gunge before emerging, covered in slop and receiving another dousing from above.

Dave Benson-Philips, dressed in a loud stars and stripes short sleeved shirt came bounding on the stage. "Hello everyone!" he grinned, "and welcome to a very special, State side, edition of Get Your Own Back!" He grinned and his exposed teeth sparkled. "I've got a great episode for you staring two of Hollywood's greatest actresses. But who are they? Let's find out. Please welcome Kyle for the blues!"

A well groomed, tall young man came strutting out, a huge smile on his face, waving at the audience and lapping up the attention.

"Hi Dave," he grinned as he stood next to Dave, his legs slightly parted and his hands behind his back as he casually faced the audience. "I want to get my own back on my girlfriend, you may know her as the Black Widow in the Avengers, but I know her as Scarlett Johansson. I'm so fed up of her talking about the Avengers movie and how famous she is. Please, Dave, can you give her something else to talk above, like a new role in your gunk dunk!"

"Oh dear oh dear!" Laughed Dave. "Come on out, Scarlett. Let's hear what you have to say for yourself!"

From the same side Kyle entered, Scarlett Johansson came trudging out in a well fitting blue GYOB tshirt and tight black shorts with white trainers on her feet. She joined the others on the set, her head bent over low, standing between her boyfriend and Dave shuffling nervously from one foot to the other.

"So Scarlett," Dave turned to the stunning blonde. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he grinned.

"This is so unfair!" complained Scarlett. "It is true that I'm away a lot, but it's all about filming and promoting the new film. I really want a Black Widow spin off so I want as much publicity as I can get!"

"That's why she agreed to come on this show!" Kyle laughed.

"I know!" added Scarlett. "I wanted more exposure! I didn't think I might get slimed! I cant believe you're doing this to me, Kyle!" she pouted at her boyfriend then gave a look of disapproval.

"Oh dear!" laughed Dave. "You'll definitely get some exposure here, don't you worry about that!"

"I don't think I want this type of exposure!" moaned Scarlett.

"Well, you never know, you might just go home clean today. Let's meet who you're playing against!" Dave grinned. "Please welcome Jamie representing the yellows!"

Jamie came out from the opposite side to Kyle and Scarlett. He too was ruggedly fit, over six foot tall and dressed in the usual yellow GYOB uniform. He ran his hand through his thick black hair as he positioned himself next to Dave. He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.

"Hello Jamie," Dave greets him warmly, "who do you want to get your own back on and why?"

"Hi Dave!" Jamie smiles. "I want to get my own back on my girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlet Witch in the Avengers movies. She too is obsessed with herself and her role in the Avengers. She talks about it all the time with boring anecdotes about banal things that happened on set or after shooting the film. Please Dave, give Lizzie a better anecdote, like one about when she was dunked in a vat of slime!"

"Oh dear! Another passionate plea to dunk a Hollywood A-lister! Come on out, Lizzy!" Dave grinned.

Smiling and skipping from the other side of the studio, Lizzie Olsen came into the studio, beaming. She pushed herself between Jamie and Dave, forcing a gap by waggling her hips and shuffling her bum between the pair in a jovial fashion.

"Hi everyone!" Lizzie grinned. "Hiya Scarlett!" She added, peering round Dave and waving at her co-star. Scarlett forced an uncomfortable wave back coupled with a grimace which could have passed as a smile. "Jamie! That's so not true! You love my stories, don't you" Jamie rolled his eyes. "Like the one where I was with Rob, that's Robert Downey Junior, and..."

Dave cut her off. "I think that's a story for another time!" Jamie breathed a loud and exaggerated sigh of relief. "So let me tell you all about this special Hollywood edition of Get Your Own Back. You ladies will be happy to know that there won't be any games." It was Scarlett's turn to breath a sigh of relief. "We are going straight to the gunk dunk, and our audience at home will vote on which one of you they want to see slip into my dip! Ha ha! It's time for, the gunk dunk!" Dave laughed and ushered everyone off the set.

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The cameras panned back to show a very nervous looking Scarlett Johansson and grinning Elizabeth Olsen, still in their well fitting GYOB t-shirts, tight shorts and now barefoot above the gunge. By the side of the gunk dunk, Kyle and Jamie were stood on opposite sides with Dave in the middle behind the gunge but between the two celebs. The gunge bubbled and gurgled. It looked thick and colourful, a white Avengers "A" painted in the middle.

"Welcome everyone to the gunk dunk! Ha ha!" Dave grinned. "As I said before, it is going to be down to you at home to vote which one of the Avenger ladies you want to see in the gunge. And it is a really horrible concoction the ladies are sat above. But before the voting begins, let's hear from our ladies as to why you should not vote for them! Scarlett?"

"Hi everyone!" Scarlett put on her most charming and friendliest voice. "please don't vote to dunk me. This goo looks so horrible and sticky! I'll never be able to get it out of my hair!" she ran her hands through her long, blonde hair like a comb. "I just wanted some publicity, but not like this!" she nervously shuffled on the seat, her bare toes flexing and her bare legs swinging nervously. "Please vote for Lizzie! She's such a bore! She deserves a dunking. And I don't! Vote for Lizzie and not me!" she smiled sweetly, her red lipstick parting gently showing her white teeth.

"A convincing plea!" Laughed Dave. "Lizzie, what do you have to say?"

Elizabeth Olsen sat up straight on the chair. Her bare ankles crossed and legs together, her dark red toenails glistened in the light. Confidently, she started her defence. "Please vote for Scarlett, she would look so much better dripping in that horrible gunge! My stories aren't boring, but I promise, I won't tell any more if you vote to dunk Scarlett." She bent over slightly and ran her perfectly manicured hand up her smooth bare legs from her ankles to her crotch. "My soft skin doesn't deserve a coating of this goo! Please, please, please! Don't vote for me, vote for Scarlett!" her hands traced up her body and pulled her long hair back behind her ears framing her face and her angelic smile.

"Well!" Dave grinned. "Two passionate pleas there from our Avenger girls. But are you going to vote for Scarlett and give Kyle the honour of dunking his fame hungry girlfriend? Or will you vote for Lizzie and give her boyfriend, Jamie, the pleasure of dunking his boring story telling girlfriend? And if our gunk dunk isn't horrible enough, there is a vat of really nasty goo and food and slime which will be dumped from above on the unfortunate Avenger!" All four of them looked up, the ladies grimaces at the thought of what was dangling above them, Scarlet's toes curled in fear and Lizzie nervously rubbing her hands up and down her bare thighs. The lads, however were grinning in anticipation. "Voting is open now, who do you want to see dunked, Scarlett Johansson or Elizabeth Olsen?"

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The camera panned from the centre of the gunk dunk, where the white Avengers "A" was painted, with the camera continuing its journey and travelling upwards. The two sets of bare, smooth legs with bare feet inches above the bubbling slime came into view. This was followed by GYOB shorts and t-shirt clad bodies and the nervous looking faces of Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen, both looking upwards at the camera as the camera rose upwards. Scarlett's legs and feet were shaking nervously and Lizzie was biting her lip with trepidation.

The camera finally settled on Dave, with Kyle and Jamie in their positions next to the gunk dunk, three levers in front of the each of them. Both guys smiled, knowing that they are nearly at that point when they get to do what they've been dreaming of doing for so long now. Dunking their annoying girlfriend into the horrible bubbling and smelly gunk!

"Welcome back!" Dave greeted, a huge smile on his face. "Well, Ladies," he grinned as he addressed the Hollywood stars, "the voting is closed now and one of you is about get a ringside view of your friend and colleague who is going to get a dip in my mucky, messy, gunk dunk!" Scarlett grimaced and Lizzie let out a nervous laugh. "And mucky it is!" Dave continued. "Not only is our gunk dunk filled with our trademark gunge, but our canteen has quite generously donated a huge amount of waste food!"

"Oh no!" groaned Lizzie as she looked down past her bare feet into the bubbling and smelly mire below her. "No wonder it smells so bad!" she complained.

"You'll smell a lot worse if you take a bath in there!" Laughed Jamie, enjoying the sight of his squirming girlfriend.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me, Kyle!" moaned Scarlett as she looked at her laughing boyfriend.

"You deserve it, babe!" Kyle laughed louder and harder as Scarlett shuffled on her seat, her bare toes clenched and her knuckles white as she dug her finger into her soft, bare thighs.

"Oh dear!" Dave laughed, "I don't think I've ever seen a pair as reluctant as you two are at the prospect of getting dunked. But nor have I ever seen a pair of boyfriends so keen to see their other half covered in rancid smelly goo! Ha ha!"

Once again, Scarlett shook her head in fear, her loose blonde hair wafting around her face. She straightened up and pulled her hair behind her ears. Lizzie bit her bottom lip and held her breath.

"So here is it," Dave said, wafting a card in front of his face, "the winner of the vote, ladies and gentlemen, the Avenger that the voting audience most wanted to see get dunked. Is"

Lizzie lifted her hands and started absentmindedly biting her manicured fingernails. Her ankles crossed and gently swaying with her heels and bare soles inches above the rancid gunge. Scarlett took a deep breath in and gently exhaled, her bare toes still curled and her hands on her thighs, her grip had lessened and she was gently rubbing her smooth, bare skin from her knees to her shorts.

Dave built up the tension with a dramatic pause. He looked at both ladies, then at their eager looking boyfriends. "With 63 percent of the vote"

Scarlett closed her eyes and prayed that the next name she would hear would be Lizzie's. Lizzie, meanwhile was hanging on Dave's every word. Surely, she though, they would not vote for her over Scarlett.

"Scarlett!" Dave announced.

"No!" Screamed Scarlett, her eyes snapped open. "No! This can't be happening!" she looked over at Kyle, who had a huge grin on his face, then at Lizzie, who looked a lot more composed and calm than before, a smile also covering her face.

"I'm sorry, Scarlett, it's what the voting public wanted!" Dave laughed, her turned to Scarlett's boyfriend, Kyle. "Kyle, in front of you, there are three levers, please pull the first one and send Scarlett up the ramp away from my gooey gunge!"

"With pleasure!" Kyle laughed, grabbing the lever on the left and yanking it towards him.

Scarlett let out a shriek as the chair shook and then moved, smoothly taking her up the ramp behind her and away from the gunge. She clung on to the chair, her hands moving from her thighs to the edges of the small bit of plastic underneath her. The gunk dunk looked so much bigger and more disgusting from her elevated position. But at least the smell wasn't as bad. Then she remembered it would smell a lot worse when she's dunked into it. The chair stopped with a jolt and Scarlett looked around her, confirming that she was at the top. She looked down only to see laughing and grinning faces. First she saw Lizzie, who was looking up at her with a face that oozed relief. Then her glance moved to her boyfriend who was revelling in her displeasure and discomfort.

"Kyle," Dave grinned a toothy grin, "Scarlett Johansson, your girlfriend, who doesn't stop taking about the Avengers movies she is in and how famous she is, has been voted by our wonderful audience to be dunked. Please give the audience what they wanted and drop Scarlett down a peg or two and get your own back on your girlfriend!"

"Enjoy, Scarlett! I certainly am enjoying this!" grinned Kyle as he grasped the centre lever. He waved his other hand at Scarlett and pulled the lever towards him.

Sparks fired up by the side of the ramp and Scarlett let out a genuine scream of fear as her chair plummeted down the ramp at a speed at least five times fast than it ascended.

Scarlett saw the wall of gunge falling from above over the track in front of her before she felt it. And there was nothing she could do about it. There was no escape. Her bare feet were first to feel the cold blast of sticky green slime that fell from above. She had no time to react as her toes and ankles received a quick dousing before her knees received a soaking, splattering goo up and over her t-shirt and sloshing down her bare legs. Her head, hunched over, was next to be saturated with slime. Instinctively, she brought her slimy hands from her knees and slicked her loose, sticky hair back over her head, splattering green goo outwards as slime continued to cascade over the poor Hollywood star's blonde hair.

The chair halted with a jolt, the back tipping forward. Before Scarlett could do anything to prepare herself, her green slime covered body was being propelled into the bubbling mire below her. Her hands were still on her head. Her mouth open in shock with the gunk dunk getting closer and closer to her. She let out a yelp as she felt herself leave the chair and become airborne. Her loose hair was lank and plastered to her head, caked in green gunge. Her hands left her head, and once more, instinct took over and she stretched her arms out in front of her as if to break her fall. But all her arms did do was break the surface of the gunge.

Her outstretched fingers disappeared into the goo, her head following closely after, once her arms, then shoulders became submerged. Her mouth, still open with shock horror, screamed loudly turning into a mass of slimy bubbles which floated to the surface as her head went under. Her body, still in its sitting position was soon to follow. Her torso splashed into the goo making slime spray out in all directions and soaking her thin t-shirt as her body fell directly into the white painted Avengers "A", destroying it. Her bare legs, kicking and flapping followed her body. The smooth skin, already splattered with green gunk, was coated in slop as her shapely legs entered the gunk dunk. Her bare toes, curled with fear, were last to enter. She was completely submerged.

A second later, Scarlett's head came shooting out of the slime, spitting goo from her mouth, with her hair stuck to her head and slime dripping from her nose, cheeks, chin, eyes, ears and lips. Her once perfectly applied makeup was completely ruined and streaky down her face. "This is horrible!" she shouted just as huge deluge of slime dropped on her head. It was only at this point that everyone was aware of exactly what the gunk dunk consisted of. From above, mixed with runny black and white gunge was a sticky red syrup, mixed with lumpy food waste. "Ew! Not more!" she cried.

Her head was doused with the slop. She had already lifted her hands from the gunge to clear her mouth, nose and eyes. The sticky syrup held the rancid concoction together. Lumps of beans, mushy peas, porridge and strands of spaghetti rained down on her, plopping over her head, shoulders and arms which were above the level of the gunge in the gunk dunk and splattering the pool around her.

Lizzie recoiled and breathed a huge sigh of relief that it wasn't her in the gunk dunk getting this terrible punishment. Lizzie leant back to avoid the copious amount of falling sticky and lumpy beans and spaghetti fell on Scarlett, the poor Hollywood superstar inside the gunk dunk.

Scarlett's head, shoulders and arms were coated with gunge and covered in a variety of sticky and slimy lumps. She wiped her face as the deluge stopped, then continued to wipe and scrape the lumps off her bare arms. "This is so bad! No wonder the smell is so terrible" she complained. "I'm stood knee deep in this lumpy goo!" As if to prove her point, she lifted her right foot from under the gunge. Her bare leg and ankles were unrecognisable. It looked like she was wearing a pair of shiny purple leggings. Her bare foot emerged. She was right, it was covered in lumpy goo right up to her shins. There were lumps of god-knows-what and strands of spaghetti stuck to her leg and trapped between her toes. She waggled her toes, making some of the slop drip off into the mire, then she looked disapprovingly at her boyfriend. She dunked her bare foot back into the gunk dunk, grimacing as she felt her toes push their way through the layer of smelly, lumpy food at the bottom of the gunk dunk.

The feeling of goo between her toes was not the worst sensation for her. Her thin shorts and t-shirt gave no protection. Even when she was sliding towards the gunk dunk under the deluge of green slime, she could feel the cold slimy green goo seeping through her top and soaking her soft skin. But now, she could feel her top filled with warm gunge, she knew her bra was ruined and she could feel some lumps of food which had invaded her bra and were uncomfortably nestled against her breasts. Her shorts were filled too. Slime has sloshed up her leg holes and down from the waist. Her thong too was soaked and dank against her soft skin. She could feel the cold clammy material rubbing against her sensitive parts. Her bum, bare under the shorts felt wet and gooey, with various lumps of slime clinging to her cheeks.

She shook her hands and slicked her hair back once more, then she looked up at Kyle. She had no time to react as she saw a creamy pie being flung at her face. Kyle, who launched the pie, hit her square on the face with a considerable amount of force. Her mouth open in shock, her gunk covered face was turned white and sticky. She scrapped the cream from her eyes and flicked it into the messy pit she was marinating in. "That wasn't funny!" she scolded Kyle, just as she felt another pie hit the back of her head, clearly from Lizzie's direction. She turned around to scold Lizzie only to be greeted by another pie in the face, this time from Jamie.

"What's going on!" Scarlett yelled. As she moved in the thick, sticky and smelly gunk dunk, she lost her balance, her feet sliding through the lumpy goo. With a splash, and to the howling laughter of Kyle, Lizzie, Jamie and the audience, she disappeared back under the gunge.

Emerging, dripping in purple, black and orange goo, with lumps and strands of spaghetti hanging from her head, Scarlett shook her head and groaned. The white cream had at least been washed off, but the sticky concoction of slime, syrup and gross food felt so much worse as it slithered from her head, over her hair, down her back and over her face. Once more, she wiped her eyes and mouth clean, flicking the lumpy goo into the disgusting pit around her.

"Oh dear! What a nasty gunging!" Dave laughed. Scarlett looked round at him, she was very aware of the horrible smell of the gunk dunk that was now also coating her. She wondered if she'd ever be able to wash the gunk off her let along get the foul stench off her. "But, Scarlett, I'm sorry to say that it might not be over for you, yet!"

Scarlett looked at Dave with a horrified look on her face. "What? What What do you mean?" she whimpered.

Dave gave a wicked grin. "You didn't think that would be it for our Hollywood special. Did you?"

"This is bad enough!" Scarlett shook her head in dismay.

"We'll see!" Laughed Dave.

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Scarlett was helped out of the gunk dunk, her body complete coated in horrible slime, her long blonde hair bedraggled and sticky. She was able to squeeze out some of the lumpy sludge that was trapped in her t-shirt and shorts, but she could still feel goo against her skin and inside her underwear with lumps clinging to her sensitive parts. Outside of the gunk dunk, her wet clothes and skin made her shiver. The gunk dunk was certainly warmer especially with all the warm foodstuff that had been tipped in it and over her.

Now she sat on a ramp, her bare legs stretched out in front of her and the gunk dunk behind her. Her toes twitched, they were still dripping in slime and there were lumps of beans and peas stuck to her legs and feet. Her bare soles were caked in horrible food which she had stomped whilst within the gunk dunk. Her only solace was that sat on a ramp next to her, was Lizzie. And she looked petrified. Especially when she saw the horrible, messy and smelly state Scarlett was in.

And both Hollywood stars had cause to look worried. Below them was a pit of what looked like sticky, black treacle. Not only that, but strangely, leading from the pit was what looked like a conveyer belt.

Behind the Avenger stars, Kyle and Jamie still stood smiling. The levers still in front of them. The third lever in front of Kyle had not yet been pulled and he was itching to pull it to see what messy punishment he could inflict on Scarlett next.

"Scarlett and Lizzie," Dave grinned, "Your ordeal is not over yet. I have one last, special Hollywood surprise for you!"

"Oh no!" Scarlett whimpered, "This is a surprise I didn't want!"

"Ha ha!" Dave laughed. "Nobody wants any of my gungy surprises!"

Lizzie looked at Scarlett and shivered. Then she looked down at the black pit at the bottom of the slide. She looked back at Scarlett, who was now shivering, part with nerves of being gunged again and part with cold as her whole body was soaking wet. Lizzie looked Scarlett's messy body up and down and shivered herself, she couldn't help but hold her breath because Scarlett smelt so bad. It looked truly revolting and smelt really bad. She was relieved she didn't get dunked, but now faced with this, she was determined to go home clean.

"This doesn't look good!" Lizzie complained.

"It doesn't look good for either of you!" Dave laughed. "And it's probably a worse gunging than the one you've just had, Scarlett!" he chuckled.

"I doubt that's possible!" Scarlett squirmed in her seated position, her bum lubricated by the slime inside and outside of her shorts and her body shaking with repulsion of having her previous ordeal repeated, especially if it made her smell any worse. Not that she thought that could be possible.

"Kyle and Jamie," Dave continued, "I have a final, big gunging for one of your girlfriends, but like before, I'm going to let the audience at home decide. Has Scarlett had enough? Is it Lizzie's turn? Vote now for who you want to see get the final, horrible gunging!"

"Please vote for Lizzie!" Scarlett pleaded. "I've had enough. It feels so horrible against my skin, it smells so bad, let Lizzie have a taste of it! Vote for Lizzie!"

"Oh no!" chimed in Lizzie. "Scarlett looks amazing covered in gunk and the smell improves her usual odour! You don't want me to get covered in slop, vote for Scarlett to continue getting messy!"

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