Karen Gillian vs. Freema Agyeman Results.
Karen and Freema arrived to the set both very nervous about what they had gotten themselves into. They had allowed themselves to be put up to a public vote where the winner was going to get the chance to pour disgusting mess all over the loser. They knew going into it that there was 50 percent chance that it would be them taking the hot seat.
Freema wore a black mini skirt, black boots and a green tank top. Karen wore a blue jean skirt, black boots and a white striped top. They had no contact with one another before the show. The show began and each was introduced both smiled and waived to the audience.
“Ok,” the host said,” We all know why we are here and what is at stake. One of these two doctor who companions is going to get very , very messy in a few short moments. Now lets go to the ladies to see how they are feeling. Freema, how are you feeling?” “Well,” Freema said laughing a bit,” I’m just hoping it’s not be to be honest!” “Karen, what about you?” “Well,” Karen said in a funny voice,” I think it is be pretty embarrassin” “Ok, does everyone want to know the results?” The crowd cheered its approval. “Oh God,” Karen joked as both laughed. “Ok, the loser, with nearly 67% of the votes is……..Karen.” Freema celebrated pumping her fists. The camera zoomed in for a close up as Karen screamed and made funny face, then stuck her tongue out.
“Freema, you must be very pleased.” “Yean, she said. Thanks to everyone for saving me.” “And Karen, well, how are you feeling?” “ Just fine and dandy”, she said,” Actually, bring it on!”
A chair was brought out to the centre of the stage along with a cart. The chair was placed in the middle of the stage. “Ok Karen. It is time to take your place in the hot seat. “ Karen pretended to protest but walked to the chair and sat down, pulling the hair from her eyes and adjusting her skirt. The cover was removed from the cart revealing bowls and containers of various messy foods. “Ok, Freema. You won the vote, so you get to do the honours. You get the pleasure of dumping all of this mess all over our loser. Do you have any qualms about doing this?” “Um, not at all, sorry babe,” Freema laughed. “You, bitch!”, Karen joked. “Ok then Freema, it is the moment we have all been waiting for. Let her have it.”
Karen opened her mouth and then closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Freema first selected a jug full of rotten eggs.. She held it over Karen’s head and slowly tipped it over her, sending rancid eggs down her face and hair, down the back of her neck and top. Karen screamed and laughed as she screwed up her face. “That stinks,” she said, “ They are mingin”
Next Freema took a jug of baked beans. She stood behind Karen and slowly poured, taking great care in directing the beans,. She again poured them on Karen’s head. Beans and sauce poured over her face and neck. Individual beans sticking to her face and hair. Some going down her neck onto and into her top, over her breasts. Freema took another jug and poured more beans all down the front of Karen’s skirt, letting gravity take them down her skirt and all over her bare legs. Beans collecting between Karen’s legs and on her pale thighes and calves, down her boots. Karen ran her fingers through her hair and tried rubbing her some of the beans from her bare thighes. There was so much of the beans however that it made little difference.
“Ok then, Freema, we have one final ingredient to use. What is it?” “Spaghetti, the really disgusting kind out of the can. Yuck I would never eat that if my life depended on it.” “Well, fortunately, noone is going to be eating it. Karen is going to be wearing it.” “Haha, very funny”, Karen said. “I think it will match your ginger hair,” Freema said. Karen gave a sarcastic laugh.
“OK then Freema. And lets really relish this. Let her have it.” Freema lifted the huge bucket of canned spaghetti. It was very heavy so she took her time. Karen stood at attention all tensed up. She closed her eyes and looked up as in a moment, she was completely covered in spaghetti. The audience roared in laughter as thick, disgusting spaghetti poured all over Karen. It cover her head and flowed all over her body. Strands sticking everywhere, dripping from her nose and chin. She shuddered in revulsion as she felt it everywhere. Tons poured down into her skirt, on her lap and down her legs. Spaghetti stuck to the top of her head as well.
“Sorry,” Freema said, laughing. “So, Karen, how do you feel?”, the host asked. “ I’ll never look at spaghetti the same way again, I’ll tell ya that. Actually, I kinda enjoyed that in a weird way. I mean it wasn’t that bad. I would have preferred to be pouring it on her, but oh well, thems the breaks. Also, I think I need a shower.”
“Ok everyone, lets hear it for Karen. She has been a really good sport about this,” the host said. Everyone cheered. Freema had her picture taken with Karen, Freema completely clean, Karen covered in rancid food. They waived as the show went off air.
Karen and Freema arrived to the set both very nervous about what they had gotten themselves into. They had allowed themselves to be put up to a public vote where the winner was going to get the chance to pour disgusting mess all over the loser. They knew going into it that there was 50 percent chance that it would be them taking the hot seat.
Freema wore a black mini skirt, black boots and a green tank top. Karen wore a blue jean skirt, black boots and a white striped top. They had no contact with one another before the show. The show began and each was introduced both smiled and waived to the audience.
“Ok,” the host said,” We all know why we are here and what is at stake. One of these two doctor who companions is going to get very , very messy in a few short moments. Now lets go to the ladies to see how they are feeling. Freema, how are you feeling?” “Well,” Freema said laughing a bit,” I’m just hoping it’s not be to be honest!” “Karen, what about you?” “Well,” Karen said in a funny voice,” I think it is be pretty embarrassin” “Ok, does everyone want to know the results?” The crowd cheered its approval. “Oh God,” Karen joked as both laughed. “Ok, the loser, with nearly 67% of the votes is……..Karen.” Freema celebrated pumping her fists. The camera zoomed in for a close up as Karen screamed and made funny face, then stuck her tongue out.
“Freema, you must be very pleased.” “Yean, she said. Thanks to everyone for saving me.” “And Karen, well, how are you feeling?” “ Just fine and dandy”, she said,” Actually, bring it on!”
A chair was brought out to the centre of the stage along with a cart. The chair was placed in the middle of the stage. “Ok Karen. It is time to take your place in the hot seat. “ Karen pretended to protest but walked to the chair and sat down, pulling the hair from her eyes and adjusting her skirt. The cover was removed from the cart revealing bowls and containers of various messy foods. “Ok, Freema. You won the vote, so you get to do the honours. You get the pleasure of dumping all of this mess all over our loser. Do you have any qualms about doing this?” “Um, not at all, sorry babe,” Freema laughed. “You, bitch!”, Karen joked. “Ok then Freema, it is the moment we have all been waiting for. Let her have it.”
Karen opened her mouth and then closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Freema first selected a jug full of rotten eggs.. She held it over Karen’s head and slowly tipped it over her, sending rancid eggs down her face and hair, down the back of her neck and top. Karen screamed and laughed as she screwed up her face. “That stinks,” she said, “ They are mingin”
Next Freema took a jug of baked beans. She stood behind Karen and slowly poured, taking great care in directing the beans,. She again poured them on Karen’s head. Beans and sauce poured over her face and neck. Individual beans sticking to her face and hair. Some going down her neck onto and into her top, over her breasts. Freema took another jug and poured more beans all down the front of Karen’s skirt, letting gravity take them down her skirt and all over her bare legs. Beans collecting between Karen’s legs and on her pale thighes and calves, down her boots. Karen ran her fingers through her hair and tried rubbing her some of the beans from her bare thighes. There was so much of the beans however that it made little difference.
“Ok then, Freema, we have one final ingredient to use. What is it?” “Spaghetti, the really disgusting kind out of the can. Yuck I would never eat that if my life depended on it.” “Well, fortunately, noone is going to be eating it. Karen is going to be wearing it.” “Haha, very funny”, Karen said. “I think it will match your ginger hair,” Freema said. Karen gave a sarcastic laugh.
“OK then Freema. And lets really relish this. Let her have it.” Freema lifted the huge bucket of canned spaghetti. It was very heavy so she took her time. Karen stood at attention all tensed up. She closed her eyes and looked up as in a moment, she was completely covered in spaghetti. The audience roared in laughter as thick, disgusting spaghetti poured all over Karen. It cover her head and flowed all over her body. Strands sticking everywhere, dripping from her nose and chin. She shuddered in revulsion as she felt it everywhere. Tons poured down into her skirt, on her lap and down her legs. Spaghetti stuck to the top of her head as well.
“Sorry,” Freema said, laughing. “So, Karen, how do you feel?”, the host asked. “ I’ll never look at spaghetti the same way again, I’ll tell ya that. Actually, I kinda enjoyed that in a weird way. I mean it wasn’t that bad. I would have preferred to be pouring it on her, but oh well, thems the breaks. Also, I think I need a shower.”
“Ok everyone, lets hear it for Karen. She has been a really good sport about this,” the host said. Everyone cheered. Freema had her picture taken with Karen, Freema completely clean, Karen covered in rancid food. They waived as the show went off air.
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