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* * * * * story background: I was commissioned to write a story about Lousia Johnson (singer from X-Factor - Google her!) being dunked in the infamous Get Your Own Back Gunk Dunk. The actual story features games, but here is an excerpt from the finale, where Louisa gets a deserved dunking! * * * * *

Lousia Johnson on GYOB

The crazy music played signifying the start of the final show in the new series of Get Your Own Back. On the big studio screen, a montage video from the previous shows played, showing contestant after contestant playing messy games and getting pied or slimed; forfeits, with buckets of gunge being poured over the hapless victims; a shot of all the victims, one by one, poised above the gunk dunk; this was then followed by the victim sliding down and being immersed in the thick, smelly vat of slime.

The music ended and Dave B-P, in one of his usual garish shirts came bounding onto the stage, standing in the centre. 'Hello, everybody!' Dave warmly greeted, 'and welcome to the final episode of Get Your Own Back for this series!' The audience made a disappointed 'Ahh' noise. 'But fear not, today is going to be the best and messiest episode ever!' the audience cheered in approval. 'So, let's meet our first player.'

The audience cheered as a tall, blonde lady came jogging out, dressed in a blue GYOB t-shirt and shorts. She waved confidently at the audience and took her place next to Dave.

'Hi Dave, my name is Amy, I'm 24 and I'm from London and I want to get my own back on Louisa Johnson!' The blonde smiled broadly as she spoke to Dave, her red lips and white teeth shining in the studio light.

'Hi Amy! Nice to have you on the show. Tell us, why do you want to drop Louisa into the slop?' Dave asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

'Well, Dave,' Amy started, 'I work in a bar in London, and her rubbish songs are always playing on the jukebox in the pub I work in. I think someone knows how much I dislike her crappy songs, so they're deliberately putting them on to wind me up. Basically, I want her sat above the gunk dunk, so that every time I hear one of her songs, it makes me smile and remember seeing her dunked and dripping in gunge!'

'Ha ha! It sounds like you really don't like her music!' Dave joked as Amy shook her head, her loose blonde hair waving as she moved. 'So let's get the queen of pop out. Who knows, by the end of the show she could be the queen of slop! Ha ha!'

The audience booed and Amy put her hands to her ears as one of Louisa Johnson's songs played loudly, filling the studio with her terrible music. Louisa walked out sheepishly, her head hung low. Her long blonde hair loose and straight framing her face and cascading over her blue GYOB top. She too was wearing shorts, her toned tanned legs begrudgingly carrying her across the stage to an overjoyed Amy and cheery Dave. To everyone's relief, the terrible music stopped.

'Hello there Louisa!' Dave greeted her with a big smile. Louisa didn't smile back, her head down looking at the floor. 'What have you got to say for yourself?'

Louisa looked up and tried to defend herself and her songs. 'Dave, I'm an X-factor winner. The nation's public voted for me to win because they think I've not only got an amazing voice, but I've also got an amazing personality. Millions of people have downloaded my music and I'm glad it's being played in pubs and bars in London! It's a shame, Amy there, has rubbish taste in music!'

Amy laughed at Louisa's response. 'You're joking! Your songs are drivel! You deserve a good gunging it might improve your singing voice!'

'And anyway, if you don't like my music, play something else! I think you need to find out who's putting my songs on your jukebox and get them here so you can gunge them!' Louisa retaliated. 'I'm going to win this and it'll be YOU getting covered in slime!'

'Before we get into any of that, ladies,' Dave interrupted, 'let's meet the yellows!'

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Louisa Johnson sat above the gunge, her tanned skin looked almost white matching the colour of her finger and toenails showing just how petrified she was. She sat with her elbows on her knees, her hands by her mouth biting her nails. She had a fresh t-shirt on, a special cropped one that showed off her toned tummy and belly button piercing with her shoulders bare and a tight pair of denim shorts that showed off her long slender legs, a soft material anklet on her right ankle. She had repainted her toenails they had a fresh coating of white nail varnish, but with black varnish, she had carefully written 'Don't' on the toenails of her right foot and 'Gunge' on the toenails of her left foot. The camera panned in on her feet and she waggled her toes to the cheering of the crowd. She made a fist out of hand and put it to her face, opening her mouth wide and biting it nervously.

'How are you feeling, Louisa? Not as confident now are you?' Dave chuckled as he brought everyone's attention to how scared of getting dunked she was. Louisa shook her head. 'Amy, I'm sure you're pleased to have got this far and got Louisa sat on the chair above the gunge!'

'Yes Dave!' Amy answered, her smile beaming across her face. 'I can't wait to get her in the gunge!' Louisa shook her head once more and grimaced. She pointed to the slogan on her feet and waggled her toes again. The thick multi-coloured hue of the gunge tank bubbled and shone blow the celeb's bare feet.

'Good stuff, Amy!' Dave added, 'Louisa, no message on your toes is going to stop us now! You're going down! But from just how high? I'm going to ask you 3 questions, for every one you get wrong, what do we do?'

Amy and the audience joined in with the chant; 'Crank her up!!'

'That's right, we crank you up. How does that make you feel, Louisa?'

Louisa looked at Amy and then Dave and begged 'Please don't do this! The gunk dunk looks horrible and slimy!' As if on cue, the gunk dunk bubbled and gurgled, bit of beans, custard, spaghetti and other foods from the previous games could be seen floating around the gunge.

'It sure is!' Dave laughed. The gunk dunk continued to bubble messily making droplets of gunge spray upwards. Louisa recoiled, pulling her bare feet as far away from the slime as she could. She curled her toes around the footrest in fear, her tanned toes were now almost as white as her nail polish. She looked nervously over to Dave who began asking the first question.

'Louisa, as you're an x-factor winner, all questions will be about x-factor. So you should be getting them all right, shouldn't you?' Dave laughed.

Hearing this made Louisa even more nervous. She rubbed her exposed tummy with her hand whilst continuing to hold her other hand to her mouth. Amy looked over at her, the lever to crank her up in front of her. Amy was relieved that there was no mess involved for her this time and excited to see Louisa get her comeuppance. She ginned at the scared celeb.

'So, Louisa. The original x-factor judges from series 1 were Louis Walsh, Sharon Osbourne and Simon Cowell. But who was the original series 1 presenter?'

'Oh no!' cried Louisa, both hands now to her head, 'I can't remember who it was before Dermot O'Leary, Kate something I think. Oh no. This isn't fair!'

'Do you not know the answer?' Dave taunted.

'It's Kate or Katie something. Will that do?' Louisa pleaded, her bare legs and knees trembled in fear.

'I'm sorry, but I can't accept that! It was a Kate. Kate Thornton to be precise. What do we do?' Dave asked.

'Crank her up!' the audience shouted as Amy pulled a lever causing Louisa's chair to shake and drag Louisa upwards away from the gunge. Louisa shook with fear is it moved, her hands now grasping the sides of the chair.

'How's it looking from up there?' Dave asked, chucking loudly.

'It looks and smells horrible! I'm sorry Amy. I promise never to sing again if you let me off this!' She pleaded in vain. Amy was enjoying her moment too much.

'No chance, Louisa!' Amy laughed. 'You deserve this!'

'Ha ha! There's no going back now, Louisa. Here's your second questions. Who won series 10 of x-factor?'

'I've no idea!' cried Louisa. 'I can't remember! It wasn't Ben Haenow, he won it the year before me. It was either James Arthur or Sam Bailey. I'm going with James Arthur. Yes. Definitely James Arthur.' Louisa's hand were now on her lap, she drummed her bare feet on the footrest confidently and looked over at Dave.

'I'm afraid that's wrong. It was Sam Bailey! You picked the wrong one!' Dave laughed. Louisa bent over and put her head in her hands, her feet stopped drumming and she curled her toes round the edge of the footrest once again.

'No! I can't believe I got that wrong!' Louisa wailed.

'What do we do with Louisa?' Dave asked the audience.

'Crank her up!' Amy and the audience cried. Amy cranked the lever and Louisa clunked up another notch away from the gunk dunk. The bubbling continued but her soft delicate feet were now out of range from the splattering. She looked down with dread.

'Final question, Louisa. When you won x-factor, what percentage of the final vote did you get?' Dave asked, grinning wildly at Louisa.

'Oh, I know this!' Louisa said confidently. 'It was 53 or 54%' She smiled broadly as she looked over to Dave.

'I need a better answer than that, I afraid. I need the percentage to one decimal place, please.' Dave laughed.

Louisa started to fidget and become more uncomfortable. 'It was 53 point something percent. Nearly 54. I think 53.8 percent? Is that right?' Louisa's confidence was starting to wane as she questioned herself.

'Is that your final answer?' Asked Dave.

'Yes, I think so. 53.8%' Louisa answered assertively.

'I'm sorry, but you're wrong. It was 53 point NINE percent. You were slightly out. So what do we do?' Dave chuckled.

'Crank her up!' The baying audience screamed as Louisa clutched onto the chair once more. Her white fingers and toes clinging on for dear life.

'Oh dear Louisa, you may have the x-factor and you may have been on you Best Behaviour today. But what is going to happen to you is not going to be Unpredictable.' Dave chuckled and Louisa cringed as he mentioned the names to her songs. 'Amy, this is the singer whose songs you hate so much, you can't stand having to listen to them playing on the jukebox in the pub you work in. Pull that lever and Get Your Own Back!'

Amy looked up at Louisa who was cowering in fear at the top of the ramp. Her hands on her lap, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she gasped for air, her bare toes curled over the edge of the footrest. Every part of her body and especially her face showed signs of fear and disgust. Amy grasped the level and laughed, 'this is gonna be So Good!' She pulled the lever and watched with glee as the frightened celeb's chair began to move.

Louisa's chair rapidly slid down the rails towards the gunk dunk. Just before it reached the bottom a deluge of red and blue gunge came down cascading in front of the celeb. Louisa reacted to the sight of the slime fountain by lifting her hands from her knees and putting them to her head to try and protect herself whilst leaning back. Her bare toes were the first to receive a soaking. The slime sploshed over her bare feet, coating the top and dribbling down the sides. Her anklet received a slopping as the movement of the chair forces her legs under the slimy torrent of goo. The slime bounced off her bare knees, spraying goo over her thighs and exposed tummy. Then her torso was under the flow of gunge. Her hands and head received a quick rinsing of slime. The goo splattering her loose, long blonde hair. She screamed, but she knew worse was yet to come.

No sooner had Louisa's head emerged from under the flood of gunge, she noticed that she was at the bottom of the ramp. Slime trickled from above down her back making her wince. The chair stopped going forwards, instead it started tilting behind her. Momentum took hold and Louisa felt herself continuing forward without the chair. She screamed once again. I felt like she was hanging in mid-air for an age. The deluge of gunge had given her a good splatter of cold goo. She could feel her cropped t-shirt and tight shorts soggy with slime. Her exposed skin felt wet and horrible with the colourful sludge.

Face first, Louisa entered the gunk dunk. Her arms flailing and outstretched trying to get some sort of balance as she fell. She closed her mouth and eyes as her world went dark, cold and quiet, her entire head sinking to the bottom of the gunk dunk. Her body following. Her shoulders and arms disappeared behind her head, her legs kicking and outstretched too. Her toes, still curled and wishing they were around the footrest again, were the last to disappear.

For a moment, Louisa tied to compose herself under the surface of the gunge. She rolled and adjusted her body so that her legs were under her, she felt for the floor with her feet, then she lifted herself above the surface. Everyone in the studio was cheering and laughing, Amy most of all. Louisa bobbed in the waist deep slop, the depth of the goo to her exposed belly button. She cleared her eyes with her hands and looked up at Amy who was grinning down at her.

At that precise moment, the vat of purple and yellow gunge above the gunk dunk opened up, showering Louisa, to her surprise, with more fowl smelling, sticky slime. Louisa squealed and fell backwards partly out of shock and partly to try and avoid the slimy deluge. Her arms flailed outwards as she fell backwards. Her face, chest and bare tummy receiving the brunt of the gunge. Her bare legs floated upwards showing that her tanned, toned legs and tight shorts were completely saturated with goo. Her anklet was unrecognisable and the 'don't gunge' slogan she had painted on her toenails was unreadable under the layers of thick slime that slithered over her bare feet and between her toes.

The deluge stopped and Louisa stood up once more. This was much worse than the shower gunging or the pies in the previous games. She looked at the gunge in the gunk dunk as it continued to bubble and splutter around her. She could see bits of spaghetti, beans and other fowl foodstuff. She could feel the lumps between her bare toes as she stood up and the feeling of lumpy slime that had invaded her short and cropped top made her feel sick. She knew her underwear was ruined, it felt horrible, clammy and damp against her sensitive parts. Her top stuck uncomfortably to her bare chest, her nipples involuntarily standing on end after having her chest doused repeatedly by cold gunge.

She ran her hands through her long blonde hair. She could feel lumps of goo as she slicked it back. Goodness knows how many times she'll have to wash it to get it clean once again and get the smelly gloop out of it. She squirmed in the gunk dunk, thoroughly sploshed and thoroughly unhappy and disgusted by the experience.

'Well done Amy, you truly did get your own back on our x-factor singer!' Dave chuckled. 'What's it like in there?'

'It's horrible, Dave. I can't believe you and Amy have done this to me! I've got gunge, slime and god knows what all over me: in my hair, in my clothes and stuck to my skin! And it smelly SO bad! I'm never going to be able to get this horrible smell from out of my nostrils!' Louisa whined.

'Oh dear, poor Louisa! And you Amy, how do you feel?' Dave showed a clear lack of sympathy for Louisa, in fact it was obvious that he enjoyed her discomfort and displeasure.

'I feel brilliant!' Amy laughed. 'I'll have that image of Louisa sliding into the gunk dunk every time I hear one of her songs. She looks amazing covered in thick, smelly gunge!'

'Well, that was a brilliant way to end the season! Amy got to dunk Louisa Johnston in me slop.' Dave laughed. 'So, if you have an annoying amigo, a callous colleague or an irritating relative, get in touch with me and we'll see if we can get them on the show and give you a chance to get your own back on them. Bye bye everyone. Bye bye!'

The screen lit up with a montage from the day's show. The messy games with all the contestants getting a good sploshing, then the finale, a slow mo of Louisa, trembling with fear, sliding down the gunk dunk ramp. Her face petrified as she is carried under the curtain of slime dripping from above. The look of shear fear on her face as she face plants the gunk dunk. Her bare feet disappearing under the gunge, toes still curled. Louisa emerging, dripping in slime and mess, wiping her eyes with an unhappy look on her face. The final deluge of slime over her head, face and body and a shot of a jubilant Amy in the background, thoroughly enjoying the proceedings a stark contrast to Louisa's dishevelled, miserable and slimy face.