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.
