The familiar opening credits came to a close, the gavel coming down hard and the word 'Justice!' appearing on screen. This then faded to black, to show the judge back in his usual place following the previous episode's excursion, dressed as ever in his black robes and long white wig. As the camera zoomed in on him, he began to speak;

"Hello and welcome to 'Justice' the show that lets you right the wrongs of friends and foes alike. We will be joined today by a plaintiff and a defendant, both battling it out for the affections of our studio audience jury. Our plaintiff will be trying to convince our jury that our defendant is guilty of some heinous crime, and as such deserves to suffer one of our unique punishments. Should the jury agree, our defendant will be duly punished, however should the jury disagree our plaintiff will have wasted court time and they themselves will be facing the punishment. For those of you who don't know, here is the type of thing either our plaintiff or defendant will be facing today."

The camera cut to show footage of the previous episode, where Yasmin was prosecuting Melodie for kissing her ex. The VT showed the arguments made by both ladies, followed by the reveal of the jury verdict and confirmation of Melodie's guilt. The VT continued to show Melodie being brought out in her overhead pillory, before showing her riding the 'Muck-tail maker' getting covered in tomatoes, oil, peach puree, mayo and coffee ground. The VT then showed the second part of Melodie's punishment, having to serve drinks to the bar customers whilst still completely covered in muck. Finally, some unseen footage was shown of Melodie slowly trudging to the staff only section of the nightclub, waddling uncomfortably and praying that the large sink they had would be sufficient to wash as much of the muck off as possible, lest she would have to take a very nasty journey home. The camera then cut back to the judge, who began to speak;

"So as you can see, very high stakes. But high stakes for whom I hear you ask? Well, lets meet first today's plaintiff. Please state your name, age and place of residence."

The camera moved down to a woman of average height, athletic build and dirty blonde hair which ran down to her mid back. She then addressed the judge's question;

"My name is Molly, I am 32 and I live in Edinburgh."

"Thank you Molly", said the judge. "Now lets meet today's defendant. Please state your name, age and place of residence."

This time the camera moved to the other side of the judge to show another woman, slightly taller and slightly slimmer than the previous woman, with hair bordering between strawberry blonde and ginger running down to the middle of her back. She then began to speak;

"My name is Niamh, I am 20 years old and I live in Edinburgh."

The camera cut back to the judge who addressed the two ladies;

"Thank you Niamh. Now Molly, why are you attempting to prosecute Niamh today?"

"Well judge", the blonde began. "Niamh and I are part of the same women's football team. Niamh sees herself as a bit of a prankster in the team, however recently her pranks have started to cross the line and her behaviour has become unacceptable. She used to do things like hiding people's shoes or sticking notes on their back, all relatively harmless. These stopped having the desired effect however and she began to up the ante. The last prank she pulled however was the straw which broke the camel's back, and was really not a prank at all and just nasty. She sent me a photo of my then boyfriend kissing another woman. This lead to me and him breaking up, before she came clean and revealed it was faked. I tried to apologise to him but he was so upset that I didn't trust him that he wouldn't get back together with me. She needs to learn where the line is, and hopefully a punishment today would do that."

"Well that certainly escalated" remarked the judge. "Niamh, what do you have to say in your defence?"

The camera cut to the younger girl who began to speak;

"Thank you judge. To address the main issue with the picture, I did apologise to Molly and tried to speak to her boyfriend to try and smooth things over, but he wasn't having any of it, so think I did my best to rectify my mistake. The only reason I did it was to get back at Molly too, as she is the captain of our team and dropped me for the cup final last year. I was our team's top scorer, so it clearly wasn't for football reasons, and makes me think she has a vendetta against me. She rules everything with an iron fist and so often fails to see the funny side of life, so maybe a little punishment here for her today may lighten her up a bit!"

The judge tried to interject, but Molly was straight in there;

"The reason you were dropped for that final was because of your lack of dedication and professionalism. The amount of times you rocked up to training either hungover from a night out or just late due to one of your many excuses meant I had no option. Also, I had a sense of humour when the pranks were little and light hearted, but not only did you do the aforementioned photo, you also 'accidentally' spilt paint on my car which meant I had to spend a small fortune getting it cleaned professionally. I like you Niamh, but a line has been crossed and you need to be taught a lesson."

"Any final comments Niamh?" said the judge, getting in quickly this time.

"Yes judge," Niamh declared. "As much as you say you didn't mind the pranks Molly, I could see you were never that into them, even if everyone else found them funny. Also, I'm not the only one who has turned up to training late or slightly hungover before. Heck, you have even been late occasionally in the past too, so you aren't perfect either. Your hard-line methods make playing in what is meant to be an amateur football team really quite exhausting, and sucks a lot of the enjoyment out. If you took a less heavy-handed approach, I wouldn't need to try and lighten the mood as much. Oh, and I promise it was an accident with your car."

Niamh said the final sentence with a small smile, perhaps suggesting that she wasn't being entirely truthful. The camera then cut to the judge who began to speak;

"Thank you ladies, I think that concludes the arguments. It is now up to you the jury to decide. Is Niamh guilty of going too far with her pranks, or is Molly overreacting and wasting court time. Please place your votes and for you at home don't forget to join us in the second part of the show, when one of these ladies will be undergoing ayes you guessed itfootball themed punishment, whilst wearing our very fetching prisoner's uniform."

The ad-break finished, and the screen cut back to the familiar figure of the judge in the mock court room studio. The camera focused on the judge's face, before he began to speak;

"Welcome back to the second part of today's episode of 'Justice!'. Before the break we heard that Molly is trying to prosecute Niamh for taking her pranks just that little bit too far. Niamh countered Molly's argument by stating that Molly lacked a sense of humour and that her methods of captaining the team were a little on the domineering side. But with whom have our studio audience jury sided? Well, before we find that out, let's bring in 'Prisoner 1' who is wearing our beautiful prisoner's uniform and reveal today's football themed punishment'The Great Ball of Mire'."

'Prisoner 1' was brought out wearing the now well established prisoner's uniform, of a small, tight fitting grey t-shirt which stopped halfway down the navel and embarrassingly short grey shorts, covering barely any of the crash test dummy's legs. Both t-shirt and shorts also had small black arrows on, in true stereotypical prisoner style.

'Prisoner 1' was carried to what looked like a football pitch, with fake advertising hoardings surrounding a green astro-turf flooring. At one end of the pitch was a large zorb ball, which had one large zipped opening at the side of the ball, and another two smaller ones at the top and bottom. Inside the ball was a mesh board, with straps to hold the legs and arms in place at the four corners. 'Prisoner 1' was strapped in and spread eagle in a star shape. Also attached to 'Prisoner 1's' feet was a rope, which extended out of the small bottom hole and had been threaded through the hoardings at the side of the pitch. The rope then began to pull 'Prisoner 1' and the zorb ball towards the other end of the pitch, however it stopped fairly abruptly. The reason for this stop, was that above the pitch were three large containers, each with a thick tube protruding from them. Once the ball reached the first tube, the rope stopped and two 'police officers' stuck the tube into the top hole of the zorb ball. They then stood back as water came gushing out of the tube, straight onto 'Prisoner 1's' head. Once this was over, the tube automatically retracted and the ball began to be pulled again, resulting in the water sloshing around inside the ball, and 'Prisoner 1' going head over heels inside as the dummy rolled along. The same process occurred for the final two containers, before eventually the ball was pulled to the end of the pitch. At the end however was a final surprise, in the shape of a slide which leads directly into a bath filled with water. The 'police officers' placed the bottom of the ball at the top of the slide, and opened up the bottom hole fully, resulting in the accumulated water running down and lubricating the slide and into the bath. The rope then began to pull again, however this time the restraints on the board were released as it did, and 'Prisoner 1' was dragged by the rope out of the ball and down the slide, down into the bath below, fully submerging the crash test dummy.

'Well there you have it" began the judge, the camera now focused back on him. "Today's victim will be taking centre stage on our football pitch, before heading off for an early bath. Except, it won't be quite how you've seen, because it won't just be water in those containers. We thought about the sort of food you get at football matches, and immediately thought of pies. We then did a bit of Googling, and found out the most common sauces people have with pies, and the most common accompaniments. All of this means that in container 1 we have gravy and mushroom soup, representing a steak pie and a chicken and mushroom pie, container 2 has mushy peas and baked beans, being the nation's favourite pie accompaniments, and container 3 contains tomato ketchup and brown sauce, because nobody wants a dry pie! Oh and don't worry, we haven't forgotten about the bath, as that will be filled with a mixture of all six items."

The camera cut to Molly who looked in a state of disbelief at what she was hearing. She expected there to be a bit of mess for the loser, but this was way beyond anything she could have imagined. She suddenly started thinking about people at work seeing her, and how this would affect her in her community. Niamh on the other hand was standing with a wry smile. She knew from the start of the episode that she was pretty much bang to rights and that she stood very little chance of winning. She had an adventurous side though, and when Molly mentioned coming on the show to sort out their differences she knew that she was likely looking at a loss, but was willing to try anything once. The scale of her likely demise however had made her somewhat more nervous than she had been previously, perhaps not fully comprehending what may be in store for her until it was spelled out. The camera then cut to the judge who began to speak again;

"Well judging by the faces of our ladies here I don't think they were expecting something so thorough, but that is what we like to do here on 'Justice!'. Speaking of justice, the results are in. Would the foreperson of the jury please stand."

A man in his late 20s stood up, envelope in hand, before the judge continued his speech;

"On the charge of taking her pranks too far, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

The man opened the envelope, looking at both Molly and Niamh, pausing for effect before emphatically revealing the verdict;

"Guilty!" the man cried.

"Yes, get in!" could be heard as soon as the verdict was revealed, Molly reveling in her victory instantly. In the other dock, Niamh just gave a small laugh having already come to terms with the fact that it was highly unlikely she would be leaving the studio clean and dry. As she did this, the 'police officers' cuffed her hands behind her back and walked her in front of the judge, who addressed her directly;

"Niamh, you have been found guilty of taking your pranks on your teammates, especially today's plaintiff too far. As such, you are sentenced to take a ride in the 'Great Ball of Mire' followed by an early bath. Please take her into custody and prepare her for punishment."

Niamh was lead off stage by the 'police officers', accepting of her fate knowing that she probably did deserve punishment for what she had done. The judge then addressed Molly;

"Congratulations Molly, how do you feel?"

"I feel great judge, I'm so glad that the jury could see that Niamh was in the wrong here and needed to be punished for her actions", she replied.

"And punished for her actions she shall be", the judge responded. "Indeed, we can see just how punished as it is time to bring the prisoner in."

The 'police officers' wheeled in the traditional cage, just enough room for the occupant to stand upright. On this occasion, the view of the occupant was incredible however. Niamh was arguably the most attractive contestant on the show so far, and her outfit was only making this more obvious. The tight fitting t-shirt stopped just above her toned stomach, and accentuated her well endowed chest. Similarly, the extremely short and tight shorts accentuated her pert bottom and revealed her slender yet athletic legs. Below this, she was barefoot, but had her toenails painted blue and white to represent her Scottish roots. Her light red come strawberry blonde hair hung loose down to the middle of her back, slightly wavy and primed to be destroyed by what was coming.

"Please get her into position" said the judge.

As the judge said this, Niamh was released from her cage and marched to the zorb ball. Stepping inside, she was then strapped onto the mesh board by her wrists above her head and her ankles at the bottom of the board, which had also been attached to the rope which would take her on her journey. This rendered her unable to move anything apart from her neck, completely vulnerable to the punishment she would soon receive. The judge then began to speak;

"Normally at this point I would do my speech and commence punishment, however you may recall from the punishment demonstration that this punishment requires some human assistance. As a result, please welcome members of the Edinburgh Eagles Women's Football Club!"

As the judge said this, 6 women all dressed in football kit cam running out to take their position on the pitch. Niamh could only muster a small laugh, knowing that her teammates were now getting a live showing of her punishment and that she would never be able to shake off the banter. The camera then cut to the judge;

"Thank you for joining us today ladies, and I am sure you will enjoy your role in today's finale. Speaking of which, Niamh, you have been found guilty of taking your pranks too far and as such deserve your punishment today. We hope that this will allow you to reflect on the errors you have made in the past and make you a better person and teammate going forward, thinking of how your actions may impact others. So without further ado, commence punishment!"

The judge slammed down his gavel, which was the cue for the rope attached to Niamh's ankles to start pulling, rolling the ball and the 20 year old along with it, heading for the first container. As she reached it, she was already a little dizzy, but was soon spurred back into life when she heard her teammates taking the tube from the container and entering it into the top of the zorb ball. Niamh braced herself as best she could whilst in her current position, however no bracing would prevent the waterfall of gravy and mushroom soup which began to gush over Niamh's head and hair. As the gravy and soup hit her, Niamh gave a small squeal, denoting both disgust and shock at the coldness of the mess. The grey and brown slop ran over her face and down her formerly strawberry blonde hair, as well as completely soaking both her t-shirt and shorts, the cotton material offering no protection from the mess, and if anything just absorbing it. The mess continued to dribble off her hair and face as the tube from the first container redacted, and the rope began to pull again.

Whilst in the demonstration the 'police officers' did not touch the ball as the rope pulled it, Niamh had no such luck nor mercy from her teammates. As the rope pulled they pushed and kicked the ball back and forth between them, resulting in both the ball and Niamh rolling sideways as well as up the way, also having the effect of sloshing the gravy and mushroom soup mix around even more inside the ball and ultimately onto the hapless Niamh. Things were soon to get worse however, as the ball had reached the second container and the tube had been inserted. Despite knowing what the temperature would be like, this didn't stop Niamh from gasping as the baked beans and mushy peas splattered against her head and began their journey down her body. They did not just stay outside of her clothes however, the beans and peas invading both her t-shirt and shorts creating a revolting sensation for the 20 year old Scot. She wanted nothing more than to reach into her clothes and remove the textured items, however her restraints were steadfast, so all she could do was grimace at the feeling of the food invading her most sensitive and private areas. She was snapped out of this trance by the feeling of the ball moving again, resulting in the slop inside the ball being thrown around, assaulting her in the face, body and crotch, as well as any other possible part of her body, not helped of course by her teammates' additional manoeuvering of the ball to increase the prankster's discomfort.

Eventually Niamh reached the final container, going through the now familiar ritual of the tube being inserted in the top ready to release its load down onto her now lank and sodden hair, no longer red but with tinges of red, green, brown and grey, beans and peas running down and stuck within. These were quickly washed out, however not with water but with a cascade of ketchup and brown sauce, hammering down over the prone young woman's head, running down her body and her long legs, not a single inch of her gaining any respite from the plethora of colours, textures and smells which were currently assaulting her senses. Niamh was finding the smell difficult to take, the mushroom soup, ketchup and brown sauce in particular overpowering the other items and creating a pungent aroma, particularly in the confined space of the ball. The ball itself continued to roll onto its final destination, the mixed up slop pouring into Niamh's face, down inside her shorts and underwear and completely saturating her hair. She eventually reached the final part of the punishment, the bottom of the ball now resting at the top of the slide. The bottom hole was then opened fully, allowing the muck which had congregated at the bottom of the ball to pour out onto the slide and ultimately into the most revolting looking bath Niamh had ever seen. She was used to seeing liquids of that colour and consistency at 3am in the streets of Edinburgh, but she was about to take a plunge directly inside it. She braced herself for the fall, and no sooner had she than her restraints were automatically released and the rope pulled her out of the bottom of the ball and onto the slide. The 20 year old beauty desperately tried to get her hands to her nose, however the pull of the rope was too strong, and she was pulled rapidly down the slide and underneath the gunk in the bath. She was only under the slop for a couple of seconds, but this was more than enough, the smell and feel of the disgusting bath something which would linger with Niamh for a long time. No sooner had she popped up out of the bath, were her arms grabbed again by her teammates, cuffing each wrist to bars on the side of the bath and restraining her again, sat there with her head just above the surface, dripping the nasty food back into the bath with her totally annihilated hair resting on the surface.

"Wow" said the judge. "That was a really impressive one, even if I do say so myself. Niamh, do you feel as though justice has been done?"

The young Scot looked at the judge and replied "Well, I guess I probably did deserve it for what I did to Molly, but this is absolutely vile so I think the punishment was a little over the top for the crime".

"Molly, do you have the same opinion?" the judge said, addressing the victorious blonde.

"Well I agree she deserved it", Molly began. "What she did was pretty vile too though, so I think this is some good karma, and hopefully she thinks about her pranks more in the future. Speaking of which, GIRLS GO!"

Molly gave a signal to her teammates and they duly obliged. What Niamh was unable to see from her position was her teammates holding a bucket of the mixed slop, in true Blue Peter style one they had prepared earlier. They began to pour this over the once red haired girl, resulting a in a squeal of disgust from the restrained victim. It quickly became clear to Niamh that the slop was not the only thing in the bucket however, as two pieces of fabric suddenly began to run down her face and into the bath. The realisation of what this was soon dawned on her though;

"Oh my God, that's my spare underwear" she said in a shocked manner, shocked at both the thought of how she would be getting home without clean underwear and the thought of her underwear being broadcast to the watching public, covered in sloppy food as they were.

Molly and the other teammates just stood their laughing, eventually Niamh joining in as she realised she had been gotten good. The judge then began to wrap up the show;

"Well, looks like the prankster got pranked today. But be sure to join us next time for our final regular show of the series, where we will have two more contestants battling it out to avoid ending up like Niamh here. We will also be revealing our end of season special shows, which gives you our viewing audience at home the chance to vote for which of our victims of the series so far deserves a shot at revenge, and which deserve a little more punishment. But until then remember, if you can't take the grime, DON'T DO THE CRIME!