Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson

 

Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson

Tiffany Darwish was always a rival of Debbie Gibson. They were popular at the same time. They grew older over a number of years. They were now in their late 40’s or early 50’s. The two were selected to appear on a show that celebrated 80’s nostalgia. They were both selected with a sinister purpose in mind. There was to be a vote. The winner would get to mess the loser. They both agreed because it was an opportunity, plus the idea of messing the other was a dream come true. The whole world would watch as one covered the other in sloppy mess. It would be total humiliation for one of them in front of the whole world.

Tiffany wore black boats, a leather jacket, a skirt and a boustier. She looked amazing, but at this point was on the heavier side. That just made her look even better. Debbie wore one of her old hats, vests, t shirt and jeans. They were both quite nervous. They could only imagine the embarrassment and the mess and how it would feel.

At the top of the show, they were welcomed. They were asked how they were feeling. “Very nervous,” Tiffany said scrunching up her nose. “I feel confident that my Debheads will pull me through.” Everyone was told to get ready because this was going to happen for everyone to witness.”Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson loser gets messed.”

The results were teased throughout the show. Finally, it came time for the results to be read. The ladies were lead out onto the stage. They stood wither side of the host. They crossed their fingers. It was finally the moment of truth. “Ok everyone. We asked everyone to vote to see which one of the ladies is going to get messy. Well, your wish is our command. Our results are in and we have a clear winner. The person with the most votes, 65% of the vote was…. Tiffany.” Tiffany began to blush and sweat. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes were wide. Debbie jumped up and down in victory. She was over the moon. “Tiffany you know what that means. It is just about time for the mess. Debbie is going to get to dump all manner of disgusting mess all over you.” “Hmhm, maybe she will go easy on me?” “Not a chance,” Debbie said.

Tiffany was then lead to a seat. She sat down and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up a bit on her. “This has got to be a dream come true for you Debbie. Have you always wanted to do this?” “Oh yeah, I am going to enjoy every minute of this for sure.” “Well, you are going to get to trash your rival good and proper. Let’s start with a nice strawberry cream pie.” Let’s,” Debbie said in an exaggerated accent. She was handed the pie and held it out in front of Tiffany.

Tiffany’s mouth contorted as she made funny faces in anticipation of the pie’s arrival.  Debbie smiled from ear to ear bending over. Everyone then counted down, 3….2…1. Debbie pushed the pie forwards and upwards into Tiffany’s face. Debbie felt a ping of pleasure as she made contact with Tiffany’s face. It landed with a thud. She slowly twisted the pie around slightly in her face. When she let go, the crust crumbled around Tiffany’s face. Her shoulders and hair were covered in whipped cream. Her face was covered in strawberry pie filling. She had to take two fingers to wipe the pie from her eyes. The pie covered all the folds in her face. She shrugged her shoulders. She stuck her tongue out, tasting some of the pie which she was now plastered in.

Debbie was then handed a bottle of chocolate syrup. “Next, we have chocolate. Chocolate. Tiffany is going to love it.” She shook it up and popped the top off. She laughed to herself. She looked down at Tiffany’s body getting ready to take aim. She turned the bottle upside down and began to squeeze it. Chocolate sauce poured out over Tiffany’s head. She closed her eyes as it fell onto her hair and forehead. It rolled down her face down her cheeks and chin. She then took aim at the rest of her body, spraying chocolate all over her legs and boots. Tiffany gasped as she felt the touch of the chocolate on her thighs.

“Next we have strawberry yoghurt. She could use this you know.” The yoghurt was in an enormous container. She lifted it up and began to dump the pink mess all over Tiffany. It poured down her red hair and over her face, down her body. It covered her clothes in globs of pink and red. It dripped all the way down her body to her boots and to the floor. She then pushed the tub down onto Tiffany’s head, making a sort of ridiculous hat for the moment.

“Next we have mustard. That’s right mustard.” Debbie opened a bottle of mustard and began to squeeze it out onto Tiffany. It came out in lines. She tried to draw on Tiffany’s face making a moustache and glasses. She then let the mustard pile on top of her head.

“You know, finally, I always wondered what it would be like to cover Tiffany in lasagne.” “Well your wish is our command.” An enormous tray of lasagne was presented to Debbie Gibson. She took a good look at it then looked at Tiffany. She was going to take great pleasure in making Tiffany wear this lasagne. Debbie held the tray out so Tiffany could get a really good look at it. “Debbie Gibson is going to cover me in lasagne,” she thought to herself. Debbie laughed as she raised the tray and then began to dump it all over Tiffany. This was a shot that they had to show again in slow motion. The noodles, sauce, cheese and meat rained on Tiffany. It stuck everywhere on her clothes and to her body. Tiffany closed her eyes as everything went black for a second. Masses of mess were now all over her. Lasagne was all over her hair and her face.

Debbie Gibson looked over at her rival, now covered in mess and celebrated. “Do you feel bad about doing that to your old rival?,” the host asked. “ Oh no, she completely deserved it,” Debbie said. Tiffany looked down and then swung her head around, sending lasagne and other mess flying. She looked utterly defeated.

AJ Lee fakes 2 and 3

 AJ Lee fakes 2 and 3

Meg Ryan fake 2 and 3

 Meg Ryan fakes 2 and 3

Mayim Bialik fake mess 2

 Mayim Bialik fake mess 2

Samara Weaving mistaken identity

 

Samara Weaving mistaken identity

Samara Weaving looked a lot like Margot Robbie. They could easily be mistaken for one another. She had now become famous in her own right. Margot, however, did not like the comparisons. She started to get annoyed that it was getting mentioned regularly that they looked a like. As luck would have it, they both ended up appearing on the same show. On the show, Margot argued that they looked nothing alike. The two were civil, but Margot became more and more annoyed as the conversation went on.

The host then got a brilliant idea. The two should be put up for a vote. Whoever, the audience at home felt was in the right would get to get revenge on their counterpart. They put out the vote to the public. Who did they feel was better? The winner would get the pleasure of messing the loser. Margot was wanting to win badly. Samara was hoping not to lose.

The results of the vote would be shown at the end of the show. The winner would then get to mess up the loser in grand fashion. Throughout the show, each of the ladies made their case. Samara said that it wasn’t her fault if she looked like Robbie. Margot said that was the only reason that she was famous at all.

Finally, the end of the show drew nearer. It was just about time to announce the winner. The two ladies were set up either side of the host. They both now looked nervous about the results. The host then was handed the results card. He began to read,” The winner, by the slimmest of margins is …..Margot Robbie.” “Yes,” she said, celebrating. She made muscles and clapped. Samara’s mouth fell open. She could not believe that they sided with Margot.

She was lead to a chair that resembled a dentist chair. She was sat down and then strapped in. Margot was going to get to dump disgusting mess all over her. She was wearing a red dress that looked like one she wore in her latest film. It looked like a red bridal gown.

It all started with a massive black forest cake. It was covered in cream, chocolate, cherries and cherry sauce. Margot lifted it and pumped her fist, egging the audience to cheer her on. Samara shook her head and pleaded with Margot to let her go. Margot shouted, “ I am going to love every minute of this. We will see how you look covered in mess.” She took the thick creamy cake and slammed it down onto Samara’s face. Her legs kicked up as her face had the cake smashed in it. Margot pushed it down as hard as she could, causing it plop and explode a little. Samara tried to catch her breath. Her face and blonde hair were covered in remnants of the cake including cream and cherry pie filling. Her face was covered in red and brown.

She then took a bucket that was filled with tuna salad and decided to serve it up for Miss Weaving. She lifted the pail over her body and began to pour. The tuna mixed with other stuff like corn and mayonnaise fell all over her body. The smell was atrocious. “It smells like you, you dirty bitch,” Margot quipped. She happily dispersed globs of tuna salad all over Samara’s body and face. It stuck and oozed everywhere.

Next she got out a few jars of pickled herring. She took her time, relishing every second of this. She then slowly dumped the foul smelling fish all over Samara. The brine from it soaked her dress. She had clumps of the herring all over her body after Margot was done.

She then took a wheelbarrow of manure. She lifted it up in the air and aimed the far end at Samara. The manure then slowly dumped out all over the blonde actress. Margot told her that she was getting exactly what she deserved and that she was a dirty whore. The manure fell out and landed all over Samara. Samara blew back her hair. She wriggled and struggled as she lay helpless to the mess that was befalling her.

When it was all over, Margot pumped up the chair making Samara sit upright as the mountains of mess fell all over her. She laughed and gloated. She was very happy with what she had accomplished. People would have to think of this evening whenever they thought of Samara Weaving in the future.

Progressive life jacket commercial fake mess

 Progressive life jacket commercial fake mess

Roxanne Perez Sludgement Day

 

Roxanne Perez Sludgement Day

Roxanne Perez was a member of Judgement Day. The group was dominant for a while, winning many championships. Unfortunately, things shifted and were no longer going their way. They all started blaming one another and turning on each other. Roxanne was probably the quietest member of the group. It was strange when her teammates turned on her.

It started in a backstage segment where they were all bickering. One of her teammates became frustrated with her. There just so happened to be a pie just laying around. Her teammate picked it up and pushed it into her face. She was frozen with shock. Her face was covered in thick creamy pie. She licked her lips.

Her second teammate then took another pie that just so happened to be laying around and drove it into her peachy backside. It landed with a thud against her firm cheeks. It oozed out all over her behind and down the backs of her legs as well. They then took the opportunity and nailed her with a third pie in the stomach as well as a second one in her face. She was soon dripping in pie.

They then took a large bowl of chocolate pudding and dumped it squarely over Roxanne’s head. The soft, sexy, brown mess flowed down over her dark hair, down her face and over her body. She could not do anything to deflect the pudding as it covered her.

They then followed up with custard. They did the same with the custard, dumping it all over their teammate. The sloppy mess poured all over her. She was mortified and shocked at what was transpiring.

Finally, they took cans of whipped cream and shook them up. They began spraying whipped cream all over Roxanne Perez. It was very soft and collapsed all over her,

Funnily enough, Roxanne was still a recognised member of the group even after the messing. The others just went along like nothing had happened. Roxanne vowed that one day she would get some measure of revenge for the humiliation that she had endured.