Mischa B. gets revenge of Tulisa

Mischa B. gets revenge of Tulisa

Mischa B was very annoyed when X Factor judge Tulisa brought up the fact that she had been bullying some of the other contestants backstage. Tulisa mentioned it on the air, during judge’s comments. Mischa was very angry about this, but she could not really say so publicly because of politics around the program. There is no doubt though that Tulisa’s comments hurt Mischa’s reputation quite a bit. From that point forward in the competition, Mischa struggled for votes, despite being one of the better singers in the competition. Weather the comments by Tulisa were the reason for this could be debated. In Mischa’s eyes, however, there was no debate. She blamed Tulisa for costing her a place in the finals of the show. The truth was, Mischa was a bully and Tulisa pointing this out definitely hurt her popularity. Mischa was incensed. There was no way she was going to let Tulisa get away with what she had done to her. No one crossed Mischa B and got away with it. Tulisa was about to discover this fact the hard way. Mischa B was going to make sure that Tulisa was going to wish that she never opened her mouth. Mischa was going to have Tulisa begging for mercy when she was done with her. Mischa was going to show Tulisa who was the boss.

It happened on the night when Mischa was finally eliminated from the competition. Mischa was able to nick the keys to Tulisa’s dressing room. She waited until Tulisa was in the shower. She unlocked Tulisa’s door and slowly brought in what she needed. She tried to keep quiet, but Tulisa could not have heard her over the shower anyway. She then locked the door behind her. She also found Tulisa’s key which was laying on the dressing table and took that as well. There could be no escape for Tulisa. She then went to the bathroom and took Tulisa’s clothes and towel. She quickly ran back to her dressing room and hid Tulisa’s clothes. Again, Tulisa could hear nothing over the running water of the shower. She then sat in Tulisa’s chair and smiled. She waited for the water to stop and for Tulisa to realize what had happened. She laughed to herself. She was about to have a lot of fun.

Tulisa was unaware that anyone was there. As far as she knew, no one else had a key, so no one should have been able to enter. Finally Mischa heard the water stop. A second later, she heard the shower door open. Mischa laughed to herself because she knew that at that very second, Tulisa would be looking for her towel or her clothes and finding that they were gone. As Tulisa exited the shower, she did just that. “What the fuck,” Tulisa said as looked for her towel and was unable to find it. She thought to herself that she must have just forgotten to get one out. She then looked for her clothes. When she discovered that they were missing a tinge of panic swept through her mind and body. “Where the fuck are my clothes?,” Tulisa thought to herself. She was starting to sweat. She had no idea what could have happened. She decided that she would have to go out into her dressing room. She walked out quickly. When she emerged, what she saw was Mischa B sitting in her chair smiling. Tulisa jumped she was so shocked to see her there. She quickly took her hands and tried to cover her private parts as best she could. “What the hell are you doing here,” she screamed. “Nice tats,” Mischa joked, mocking the tattoos that covered various areas of Tulisa’s body.

“I am here to teach you a lesson Tulisa. I am going to put you in your place. You are going to pay the price for what you have done to me. No one does what you have done to Mischa B and gets away with it. You are nothing but a filthy, disgusting, chav. You are a filthy slag and you know it. You drip with muck, you should be embarrassed. I am going to show you what you really are. You can’t escape, the door is locked, I have the keys and you are naked. Don’t you look cute.” Mischa then stood up and pushed Tulisa over into the chair. She quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs that she had been hiding behind her back. She quickly shackled Tulisa to the chair. Tulisa tried to scream. “Scream again and I will put a gag in your mouth. Now shut up.” Tulisa tried to struggle her way out but could not make any head way. “What are you going to do to me,” Tulisa wailed. “Oh you will see. You are going to get a night that you will never ever forget,” Mischa promised,” Don’t mess with me. You are going to pay dearly for what you have done.” Tulisa glared at her. Tulisa tried desperately to keep her legs closed as tightly as she possibly could. There was little use though, Mischa could see everything anyway. Tulisa was someone who really valued her street cred. She really enjoyed pretending to be tough, which she was not in reality at all. She was always very afraid that people would discover that she was not really like that. Now she could not help but blush at the humiliation that was being heaped upon her by the much younger and much more street wise contestant. She was now feeling very vulnerable. She knew that Mischa was in complete control over her no, a feeling that she absolutely loathed.

Mischa then pulled out a number of buckets and containers. When Tulisa saw what she had, her jaw dropped. “Oh no, you can’t do this, please, you have made your point. I am sorry.” “Too little too late,” Mischa said,” I have wanted to do this for a long time. I am going to enjoy this more than you will ever know. You deserve this,” Mischa said, without a single ounce of sympathy. “This is going to be so sweet,” she hissed. “Trash time,” she said.

Mischa then walked over to and carefully chose the first container that she was going to use on the X Factor judge. Tulisa shook her head and tried wiggling her body around to try to shake herself lose in some sort of way, to no avail. “Hey, Tulisa,” Mischa snickered,” I am sure you have heard this before, I am like marmite, people either rlove me or hate me. Well, I hate you and you are going to get this big container of marmite. This is what chavs like you eat anyway isn’t it, marmite? It is pretty sticky and disgusting. Just like you, come to think of it,” Mischa said in a suddenly chirpy tone of voice. Tulisa glared at her. She tried to protest as Mischa approached with the marmite. Misha grabbed Tulisa by the face, “Hopefully, you will learn you lesson,” she said in an angry tone. She took the container and pushed it into Tulisa’s face. Tulisa’s scream was muffled as the marmite was pushed into her face. Mischa pushed the sticky, smelly marmite into Tulisa’s face. As she removed the container, it revealed Tulisa’s face covered in the sticky paste. The container was still half filled with marmite. Mischa took her hands and grabbed what was left. She pulled the marmite out and pushed it into Tulisa’s chest. She then rubbed her hands down the front of Tulisa’s body, smearing the marmite down Tulisa’s body as she went along. What was left, Mischa poured over Tulisa’s lap. “You filthy chav, you loved that didn’t you? You dirty little slag,” Mischa slapped Tulisa on her backside.

Mischa sauntered off and grabbed the next container that was lying in wait. This container was filled with baked beans for Tulisa. Tulisa continued to urge her to stop. “ Your body is covered in tattoos, fake tan, make up and god only knows what else. What difference is a few baked beans going to make?,” Mischa taunted. Of course it made a huge difference to Tulisa. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. Mischa was loving every minute of this and she was really taking her time too. Mischa walked up beside Tulisa. She held the container out in front of Tulisa, so she could see what she was about to get, before she actually received it. Tulisa wildly shook her head in protest. Mischa raised the container and began to pour the disgusting baked beans down onto the front of Tulisa’s face. The beans were incredibly thick. In a moment Tulisa’s face was covered in baked beans running down the front of her face. They fell over her nose, mouth and chin. “Yuck,” she said, muffled with beans. Her facial features now faced a torrent of the baked beans. Mischa then moved the contained slightly so the beans poured down over the whole of Tulisa’s head. Orange and red baked bean slop plopped down onto Tulisa’s face. Her facial features being the main target of the bean onslaught thus far. Soon her entire head was covered. The flow of the beans, however, continued to pour from her head down onto her body. Huge globs of baked beans made their way down Tulisa’s shoulder blades and down onto her chest. Mischa now changed the target of the beans, directing them directly between Tulisa’s breasts. Tulisa shivered and stammered as she felt the baked beans all over her breasts and down her stomach. Lots of the collected beans were now being pulled by gravity into their final resting place. The way that Tulisa was sat meant that a good deal of the beans fell down her body and collected between her legs. A large pile of beans was now forming in Tulisa’s crotch. She could feel the beans between her legs. She felt their slimy slipperiness against her private parts. Meanwhile, Mischa was pouring more beans down onto Tulisa’s sexy legs. Tulisa tried to hold her knees as closely together as she could as the beans fell onto her legs. Beans washed down on her thighs and kneecaps, trickling down her calves to her ankles and finally all over her toes. Tulisa could feel individual baked beans squelching between her toes. She wiggled her toes in the collected beans. Mischa then decided to pour even more baked beans down over Tulisa’s arched back. Tulisa arched her back forward a bit as beans washed down her back and then down to her backside. She shook and shivered as she felt the beans down the back of her spine. Her back was covered already in some large tattoos. Mischa found it very intriguing to see what the tattoos would look like covered in a layer of baked beans. When Mischa was finished, Tulisa was covered from head to toe in the baked beans. Some had fallen away onto the dressing room floor, but more stuck in place all over Tulisa’s now trembling, sticky body.

The next container that Mischa had for Tulisa was filled with tuna and sweet corn. Mischa knew that Tulisa liked this as a sandwich filler. The moment that Mischa popped open the container, the smell of the, possibly rotten tuna fish filled the room. It was a disgusting foul smell. “Been saving this just for you,” Mischa teased. The tuna was mixed with mayonnaise and sweet corn. No one in their right mind would touch this stuff, but it was about to be put all over Tulisa. Mischa promptly took the tuns fish and plopped the majority of it straight down onto Tulisa’s head. The greyish brown muck was gloppy and thick. Little yellow bits of sweet corn could be seen throughout it. Mischa pushed it down onto the top of Tulisa’s head. It stuck down in place. It was so thick that very little of it dripped away at call. In a minute, three quarters of Tulisa’s face was covered in the tuna. The front of her head down to her eyebrows was now just one large mass of tuna and sweet corn. The right side of her face was covered in it as well. A gigantic glob hung from the larger mass. It looked liked a tuna icicle hanging from her brow. Her nose also had a large glob of tuna fish over it. It looked as if a tuna fish stalactite was hanging from her nose. Sweet corn stuck to her face. Mischa then took a second, large ball of the tuna mixture in her hand. She stood about three yards from Tulisa. She then took aim and softly threw the ball at Tulisa’s body. It flung through the air irregularly and finally hit Tulisa’s body on her chest. When the ball hit her it exploded and splattered all over her body. The main bit stuck to her stomach, where it had originally landed, but bits of the tuna and sweet corn were also splattered all over her breasts and her legs. Tulisa squinted and opened open eye. It was slightly difficult to see with tuna partially covering parts of her face.

Next, Mischa pulled out a large container of cole slaw. She laughed loudly and wickedly. “Hopefully, you are having a lovely lunch fitting of a disgusting chav like yourself,” she venomously said. Like the tuna fish, the cole slaw stunk, even worse than cole slaw usually smells. Mischa thought to herself about how enjoyable pouring this disgusting slop over Tulisa was going to be. It was going to be a very satisfying experience for her. Mischa now stood behind the X Factor judge and took aim at her with the cole slaw. She placed her palm at the bottom of the container to better guide it along. She then slowly tipped the container over the helpless Tulisa. Tulisa wanted to hold her nose, but all she could do at the moment was shut her eyes tightly and try to keep her nose and mouth shut. Mischa tipped the cole slaw down onto Tulisa. The mounds of tuna were soon joined by a mountain of rancid cole slaw. The sloppy white, slimy slop poured from the container and landed on Tulisa’s awaiting head. It poured down over her forehead and down the sides of her face. Her face soon disappeared under a mountain of disgusting cole slaw. It was filled with runny white bits as well as some small orange shredded carrots. The smell was overpowering. Tulisa openly gagged as if she was about to wretch. Mischa then generously dumped more of the foul smelling mess down onto Tulisa’s body. She cringed at the slimy feel and texture of the creamy salad against her skin. Tulisa wiggled. She had an itch on her body that was trying to scratch. More than anything, she wanted to use her hands to clear some of the cole slaw from her eyes and face, but she could not. All she could do was wiggle her mouth and lips in an effort to dislodge as much of the mess as she could. This did cause some of the cole slaw to fall from her chin. Her teeth and her eyes were about all that was left visible from beneath the mountain of disgusting mess that covered her head.

Mischa then walked to the other side of the room. “What the hell, is she doing now?,” Tulisa thought. Mischa soon returned with a small trolley from catering. In it was all of the uneaten food from the lunch that had been provided earlier. On the cart was piles of various sandwiches of all descriptions along with some different salads, some sausage rolls and other cold foods. “Eat up you slut,” Mischa shouted. She pushed the cart towards Tulisa. When it was a few inches away, Mischa tipped the cart over with some force straight at Tulisa, causing it to tip all of the food down over onto Tulisa. Tulisa screamed as a collection of lettuce, tomato, lunch meat, bread, sandwich fillers and finger foods poured onto her. She looked like a human buffet. Mischa pushed the cart away, revealing Tulisa sat on the chair covered in the sandwiches and the other food. Bits of ham, chicken salad, egg salad and bologna were piled all over Tulisa. The food stuck all over her body. Tulisa shook her head in frustrated embarrassment. Mischa crossed her arms and admired her work. She smiled. “Never looked better,” she chirped.

Mischa then went over and grabbed something else. It was a bit of poster board with some words written on it in marker. Mischa walked over to Tulisa and placed the poster board on her lap. It was a sign. The sign had written on it, “Don’t mess with Mischa B.” “Time for a little ride,” Mischa then said. “A ride, oh no. Where are you taking me? Please don’t do this,” Tulisa begged. A rush of panic ran through Tulisa. What was happening? Someone might see her like this. Her eyes widened. Mischa just ignored what Tulisa was saying. Mischa took the key and unlocked the door. She threw the door open. Tulisa continued to beg her to stop. “Time for a little trip,” she said. Mischa put her hands on the back of the chair and started to push it out the door. Mischa smiled and laughed as she wheeled the helpless judge out of the room. Tulisa’s eyes were wide. She could not believe that this was really happening to her. Mischa playfully whistled as she pushed the chair through the hallways, backstage at the studio. She then wheeled her up to the side stage entrance. Tulisa knew what Mischa was going to do now. There was an audience full of people out there as well as some of the contestants and the other judges. “Time for the unveiling,” Mischa said,” And don’t you look cute.” Tulisa screamed as Mischa pushed the chair onto the stage with all of her might. The chair slid and rolled across the stage to the centre. It came to a stop at the centre of the stage. Everyone looked up at that moment. A torrent of laughter filled the entire arena. The Xtra Factor was being filmed as well. The image was going out live to all of the UK. It was after the watershed as well, so they chose not to cut away. Everyone’s camera phones were brought out at that moment. Kelly Rowland was loving what she was seeing as well. “Don’t mess with Mischa B.,” Kelly said in a funny voice. Her and the other judges pointed and laughed. Tulisa could do nothing but look down at her feet and hope that her shame would be over soon. The other contestants were very happy as well with what they saw. Tulisa would never be able to live this down. She lost all of the street cred that she may have had. The producers of X Factor also gave serious thought to not renewing Tulisa’s contract after this.