Coronation Street Cheryl- Rover’s Revenge- Holly Quin-Ankrah
Cheryl had treated Lloyd very badly. She had lived under his roof and brought in her ex husband to live with them, when she found out that he had cancer. She then slept with her ex husband and left Lloyd. Although, she was apologetic and felt bad for what she had done, she had behaved disgustingly. Lloyd was crushed. He was heartbroken. He had allowed her to have her ex husband live in a house with them that he owned. He had been sympathetic and kind, only to be treated this way. To top things off, Cheryl’s ex husband had been violent in the past. Also, the truth of his cancer diagnosis was not exactly crystal clear. A lot of the other residents on Coronation Street were appalled by what Cheryl had done. Lloyd’s friend Steve was more angry than most. He hated to see his friend like this. Her cruelty was disgusting.
Steve decided that he would plan a way for Lloyd to get some measure of payback on Cheryl. At the time, he owned the local pub. It was the place where nearly every resident on the street spent most evenings. He knew that Cheryl would be going away with her ex husband. She would be coming to the pub for a final drink before leaving. This would give Steve the opportunity to execute his plan. He was going to set up Cheryl in way where Lloyd would be able to get some revenge on her. This time it would be Cheryl who was going to be getting embarrassed and it would be in front of the entire community. She truly deserved what she was going get after what she had done to Lloyd. No one was going to feel sorry for her. Steve took a lot of time setting up what would be needed that day for the evening. He was going to make sure that Cheryl did not get away with how she had treated Lloyd. Steve did not inform Lloyd of what was happening. It was going to be a surprise.
Early in the evening before Lloyd or Cheryl came to the Rovers, Steve rang a bell and called for everyone’s attention. “Everyone, I need your help with a little something that I am putting together for later on. You are all aware of what Cheryl has done to Lloyd. I know you are all as disgusted as I am with her. Well, I have a little something planned for her later in the evening. If you would all like to cooperate. It is going to be a way to let Lloyd get his own back on Cheryl for what she has done. Basically, I have lots of nice stuff here for us to pour over Sheryl’s head. When she comes in, can someone please make sure the entrance is blocked and then someone can lock the door so there will be no escape for her,” Steve said,” I just hope that the boyfriend isn’t with her, that would make things a lot more tricky.” The regulars were only too happy to oblige. What Cheryl had done did not sit well with anyone in the community. Lloyd had rescued her from an abusive relationship, only to be treated like this. It was appalling. Early in the evening, Lloyd turned up. Everything was going according to plan.
Eventually, Cheryl came into the bar. She was alone, meaning that her boyfriend was not with her, which was a relief. She had just done a shift at Nick’s wine bar, so was all dressed in black, as she usually wore. Her frizzy hair was tied back. She walked in and up to the bar. She looked at Lloyd and tried to give a little friendly smile. Lloyd glared at her. In the meantime, Eileen blocked the exit and Michelle walked over to the door. She took her key and locked the door, closing off Cheryl’s only means of escape. Cheryl walked to the bar and said hi to Steve. Steve said hi back in a sarcastic voice. Cheryl furrowed her brow awkwardly. “Can I just have a beer please,” Cheryl said timidly, not wanting to get into an argument or to make a scene. “Oh sure you can have a beer,” Steve said sarcastically. He poured the beer from the tap, glaring at her. He held the beer out before him on the bar. Cheryl got out her money and tried to pay. “Actually Cheryl, I’ll tell you what, no need to pay, this one’s on me. Actually, more accurately, it’s on you.” Steve took the pint of beer, raised it in the air and dumped it straight over Cheryl’s head. Her mouth fell wide open in shock. The beer dripping from her hair and face. Her shock then turned to anger. A very angry expression appeared on Cheryl’s face. “I can’t believe that you just did that,” she said. “Oh believe it honey,” Steve said,” And it is only the beginning. We have set a little something up for you tonight. A little something to teach you lesson on how to treat people. You must admit that you deserve it,” he said. “This is ridiculous,” she said,” I’m getting out of here.” She stomped towards the door. As she did she walked straight into Eileen, standing in front of the door with her arms crossed. “Get out of my way,” Cheryl screamed, starting to reveal her true colours. “Sorry, darling, but you are not going anywhere,” Eileen said, “ We are not going to let you get away with what you have done that easy. The best thing is to calm down and take your punishment quietly. It will make it easier on yourself. I think you will find that escape is impossible.” Michelle walked out next to Eileen brandishing the key to the only door. “You are not going anyway,” she said.
Cheryl then began to beg and plead. “Please, please, what are you going to do to me?,” she begged. “Well,” Steve said,” We have something special planned for you today. We have a meal planned for you Cheryl. It is going to be delicious. It is going to be going all over you though. Maybe you will learn a lesson then,” he said. “No, please,” she begged. She was now down on her knees, almost in tears. “Please, I am so sorry Lloyd. I didn’t want to hurt you. I tried not to hurt you. Please forgive me. Don’t do this.” Lloyd approached Cheryl. The pathetic two timing woman down on her knees on the floor. He walked towards her. Steve slipped a coconut cream pie into his hand. He now stood in front of her. “Cheryl, I loved you. I gave you everything. I trusted you. You have destroyed me. This is for you,” he said. Cheryl’s eyes darted around, unaware of what was coming. “Let her have it mate,” Steve said. Cheryl’s back arched back as she was unprepared for the pie that was about to hit her. Lloyd smashed the pie into Cheryl’s unsuspecting brown freckly face at close range. He held it in place and then pulled it upwards. Cheryl screamed. Her face and hair a mass of the cream pie that was left. She pulled her neck back and held her pie covered hands out before her and screamed. “No!” Her screech filled the pub. “She is a nasty witch,” someone said. No one in the pub had the slightest inkling of sympathy for Cheryl. Everyone had liked her. She had seemed like a nice person. It was whispered that the only reason that she had done what she did was sexual.
“Please, Lloyd, I am so sorry,” she pleaded. Steve now handed Lloyd a dish of fettuccini alfredo. It contained the thickest, longest strands of spaghetti imaginable in the a thick, gloppy, white coloured sauce. Lloyd stared down at Cheryl and shook his head in a mixture of pain and disgust. He took the plate, held it just above Cheryl’s head and then turned it over. He dumped the fettuccini alfredo straight down onto Cheryl’s frizzy hair. In a second, her curly, frizzy black hair was intermingled with thick spaghetti. It twisted and curled. The spaghetti looking almost like a second layer of hair. The strands dangled down over her face. Her face was covered in the thick white sauce. Strands of spaghetti hung from her nose. Some slithered down her neck and down her shirt. She looked up at Lloyd frowning and pouting, trying to win some sympathy form him. He did still love her deeply, but she really did deserve this. What no one wanted to say is that she had behaved like a total slut, whether her ex husband had cancer or not, if she wanted to be with him, she should have left Lloyd first. She couldn’t have though, because he was providing a roof over her head.
Next Lloyd was handed a plate with chocolate fudge cake, chocolate sauce and ice cream on it. It was like a whole dessert on one huge plate. It looked delicious and was brimming with chocolaty ness. Lloyd took the plate. This time he smashed it into Cheryl’s chest. He rubbed it round and round, all over her shirt and breasts. Because of the force and the circular motion Lloyd was using in applying the cake, the buttons on her shirt began to pop open and some even came off. Cheryl’s shirt was now wide open, revealing her black bra. Lloyd continued to rub the cake round and round all over Cheryl’s chest. Her bra and breasts within were now coated in chocolate cake, fudge and chocolate syrup. The dark brown stickiness looked great on Cheryl’s slightly lighter brown skin. Some of the other women whistled at Cheryl. “She used to be a stripper, she should be used to it,” Eileen said. Cheryl blushed. She tried to push her shirt closed to herself better, but it proved very difficult.
Lloyd was now handed an oversized bowl. The bowl contained apple and rhubarb crumble complete with a large helping of warm custard. The crumble was sticky and gloppy. When Cheryl caught a glimpse of it she begged. “Oh god, please no, not crumble. Please don’t do this,” she begged. Lloyd found it painful to even look at Cheryl, but he was not going to be taken for a fool by her again. Instead he took the custard and crumble and dumped it down onto Cheryl’s head. Huge clumps of the sticky apples and crumbly bits stuck in enormous sized globs onto Cheryl’s frizzy black her. Lloyd took his hand and pressed it down on Cheryl’s head, ensuring that the her hair was encrusted in crumble. She was going to have spend a good long time in the shower washing her hair tonight. More crumble rolled down her neck and shoulders, pouring down her shapely bosoms. Custard flowed down her face and shoulders. It trickled down Cheryl’s nose and her upper lick. She stuck her tongue out. It could nearly touch the end of her nose. She licked some of the custard from her lip and nose. It actually tasted lovely, but she would never admit that to anyone.
Next, Steve had something very special planned. “Next,” Steve said,” We have taken the time to prepare one of Cheryl’s favourite meals.” Cheryl instantly recognised what it was as soon as she saw it. It was a dish made with rice, lentils, chicken and beans. She knew that this was something that they had prepared to mock her. ”Well Cheryl, you should be thanking us. We took all the time to prepare your favourite meal. We hope that you enjoy it. Be our guest. Bon Appetite,” he said. Cheryl bit her lip in anger and frustration. She looked up and closed her eyes. Lloyd happily took the meal held it above his former lover. He looked at her and then tipped it over. An avalanche of rice and beans and chicken rained down over Cheryl. The yellow rice poured down on her face and chest. Everyone laughing at her. Lloyd took great pleasure in pouring the meal that he used to make for Cheryl down all over her now. Her whole face was covered in rice and beans. It stuck to the mess that was already stuck all over her. Her chest and stomach were also covered. She was totally slathered in her favourite food. “What’s the matter Cheryl. We heard you loved that crap,” Eileen teased. Cheryl looked down at herself, very humbled.
Lloyd was now given a couple of bottles of beer. He shook them up and then popped the tops off. When the tops came off, the beer exploded in a gush. Lloyd aimed them at Cheryl’s body. He sprayed her with the beer, to the roars of everyone’s laughter. Lloyd was then handed the beer hose from behind the bar. He aimed the hose at Cheryl. She wiggled and shook, waiving her hands in front of her as she was sprayed down with the fizzy beer. He aimed it up and down her body first, spraying her chest and stomach down. He then sprayed the beer straight into her face. She closed her eyes and moved her head to try to avoid the spray of the beer. Lloyd just adjusted it. He sprayed her down, some of the mess falling away. Her brown skin shimmering. He sprayed her trousers and her legs with the beer as well, washing her down. Her clothes were now soaking wet. They stunk of beer and clung to her body. The pub was laughing uproariously as she was sprayed down with the beer.
Cheryl was now sat on her backside in a pool of messiness and wetness. “Ok, sling your hook now,” Steve said,” On your bike. Get out and stay out. We never want to see you in here again.” Michelle and Tina lifted Cheryl to her feet. They took her by the arms and led her out of the front door. “None of us ever want to see you again, Cheryl,” Lloyd said. They pushed Cheryl out the door and closed it behind her. “You are no longer welcome,” she was told.
She stood in front of the pub, soaked and covered in mess. She was then faced with walking home in that state. She walked home with her tail between her legs, to the snickers of everyone whom she past. When she arrived home, her partner was not there. She removed her ruined clothing at the front door. “At least it is black. It won’t stain as bad,” she thought to herself. She then went to the shower and cleaned herself. Most of the time was spent trying to get some of the stuff out of her hair. She never told her partner about what happened. They were leaving anyway. He would get angry and cause more problems. Plus it was very embarrassing.
Cheryl had treated Lloyd very badly. She had lived under his roof and brought in her ex husband to live with them, when she found out that he had cancer. She then slept with her ex husband and left Lloyd. Although, she was apologetic and felt bad for what she had done, she had behaved disgustingly. Lloyd was crushed. He was heartbroken. He had allowed her to have her ex husband live in a house with them that he owned. He had been sympathetic and kind, only to be treated this way. To top things off, Cheryl’s ex husband had been violent in the past. Also, the truth of his cancer diagnosis was not exactly crystal clear. A lot of the other residents on Coronation Street were appalled by what Cheryl had done. Lloyd’s friend Steve was more angry than most. He hated to see his friend like this. Her cruelty was disgusting.
Steve decided that he would plan a way for Lloyd to get some measure of payback on Cheryl. At the time, he owned the local pub. It was the place where nearly every resident on the street spent most evenings. He knew that Cheryl would be going away with her ex husband. She would be coming to the pub for a final drink before leaving. This would give Steve the opportunity to execute his plan. He was going to set up Cheryl in way where Lloyd would be able to get some revenge on her. This time it would be Cheryl who was going to be getting embarrassed and it would be in front of the entire community. She truly deserved what she was going get after what she had done to Lloyd. No one was going to feel sorry for her. Steve took a lot of time setting up what would be needed that day for the evening. He was going to make sure that Cheryl did not get away with how she had treated Lloyd. Steve did not inform Lloyd of what was happening. It was going to be a surprise.
Early in the evening before Lloyd or Cheryl came to the Rovers, Steve rang a bell and called for everyone’s attention. “Everyone, I need your help with a little something that I am putting together for later on. You are all aware of what Cheryl has done to Lloyd. I know you are all as disgusted as I am with her. Well, I have a little something planned for her later in the evening. If you would all like to cooperate. It is going to be a way to let Lloyd get his own back on Cheryl for what she has done. Basically, I have lots of nice stuff here for us to pour over Sheryl’s head. When she comes in, can someone please make sure the entrance is blocked and then someone can lock the door so there will be no escape for her,” Steve said,” I just hope that the boyfriend isn’t with her, that would make things a lot more tricky.” The regulars were only too happy to oblige. What Cheryl had done did not sit well with anyone in the community. Lloyd had rescued her from an abusive relationship, only to be treated like this. It was appalling. Early in the evening, Lloyd turned up. Everything was going according to plan.
Eventually, Cheryl came into the bar. She was alone, meaning that her boyfriend was not with her, which was a relief. She had just done a shift at Nick’s wine bar, so was all dressed in black, as she usually wore. Her frizzy hair was tied back. She walked in and up to the bar. She looked at Lloyd and tried to give a little friendly smile. Lloyd glared at her. In the meantime, Eileen blocked the exit and Michelle walked over to the door. She took her key and locked the door, closing off Cheryl’s only means of escape. Cheryl walked to the bar and said hi to Steve. Steve said hi back in a sarcastic voice. Cheryl furrowed her brow awkwardly. “Can I just have a beer please,” Cheryl said timidly, not wanting to get into an argument or to make a scene. “Oh sure you can have a beer,” Steve said sarcastically. He poured the beer from the tap, glaring at her. He held the beer out before him on the bar. Cheryl got out her money and tried to pay. “Actually Cheryl, I’ll tell you what, no need to pay, this one’s on me. Actually, more accurately, it’s on you.” Steve took the pint of beer, raised it in the air and dumped it straight over Cheryl’s head. Her mouth fell wide open in shock. The beer dripping from her hair and face. Her shock then turned to anger. A very angry expression appeared on Cheryl’s face. “I can’t believe that you just did that,” she said. “Oh believe it honey,” Steve said,” And it is only the beginning. We have set a little something up for you tonight. A little something to teach you lesson on how to treat people. You must admit that you deserve it,” he said. “This is ridiculous,” she said,” I’m getting out of here.” She stomped towards the door. As she did she walked straight into Eileen, standing in front of the door with her arms crossed. “Get out of my way,” Cheryl screamed, starting to reveal her true colours. “Sorry, darling, but you are not going anywhere,” Eileen said, “ We are not going to let you get away with what you have done that easy. The best thing is to calm down and take your punishment quietly. It will make it easier on yourself. I think you will find that escape is impossible.” Michelle walked out next to Eileen brandishing the key to the only door. “You are not going anyway,” she said.
Cheryl then began to beg and plead. “Please, please, what are you going to do to me?,” she begged. “Well,” Steve said,” We have something special planned for you today. We have a meal planned for you Cheryl. It is going to be delicious. It is going to be going all over you though. Maybe you will learn a lesson then,” he said. “No, please,” she begged. She was now down on her knees, almost in tears. “Please, I am so sorry Lloyd. I didn’t want to hurt you. I tried not to hurt you. Please forgive me. Don’t do this.” Lloyd approached Cheryl. The pathetic two timing woman down on her knees on the floor. He walked towards her. Steve slipped a coconut cream pie into his hand. He now stood in front of her. “Cheryl, I loved you. I gave you everything. I trusted you. You have destroyed me. This is for you,” he said. Cheryl’s eyes darted around, unaware of what was coming. “Let her have it mate,” Steve said. Cheryl’s back arched back as she was unprepared for the pie that was about to hit her. Lloyd smashed the pie into Cheryl’s unsuspecting brown freckly face at close range. He held it in place and then pulled it upwards. Cheryl screamed. Her face and hair a mass of the cream pie that was left. She pulled her neck back and held her pie covered hands out before her and screamed. “No!” Her screech filled the pub. “She is a nasty witch,” someone said. No one in the pub had the slightest inkling of sympathy for Cheryl. Everyone had liked her. She had seemed like a nice person. It was whispered that the only reason that she had done what she did was sexual.
“Please, Lloyd, I am so sorry,” she pleaded. Steve now handed Lloyd a dish of fettuccini alfredo. It contained the thickest, longest strands of spaghetti imaginable in the a thick, gloppy, white coloured sauce. Lloyd stared down at Cheryl and shook his head in a mixture of pain and disgust. He took the plate, held it just above Cheryl’s head and then turned it over. He dumped the fettuccini alfredo straight down onto Cheryl’s frizzy hair. In a second, her curly, frizzy black hair was intermingled with thick spaghetti. It twisted and curled. The spaghetti looking almost like a second layer of hair. The strands dangled down over her face. Her face was covered in the thick white sauce. Strands of spaghetti hung from her nose. Some slithered down her neck and down her shirt. She looked up at Lloyd frowning and pouting, trying to win some sympathy form him. He did still love her deeply, but she really did deserve this. What no one wanted to say is that she had behaved like a total slut, whether her ex husband had cancer or not, if she wanted to be with him, she should have left Lloyd first. She couldn’t have though, because he was providing a roof over her head.
Next Lloyd was handed a plate with chocolate fudge cake, chocolate sauce and ice cream on it. It was like a whole dessert on one huge plate. It looked delicious and was brimming with chocolaty ness. Lloyd took the plate. This time he smashed it into Cheryl’s chest. He rubbed it round and round, all over her shirt and breasts. Because of the force and the circular motion Lloyd was using in applying the cake, the buttons on her shirt began to pop open and some even came off. Cheryl’s shirt was now wide open, revealing her black bra. Lloyd continued to rub the cake round and round all over Cheryl’s chest. Her bra and breasts within were now coated in chocolate cake, fudge and chocolate syrup. The dark brown stickiness looked great on Cheryl’s slightly lighter brown skin. Some of the other women whistled at Cheryl. “She used to be a stripper, she should be used to it,” Eileen said. Cheryl blushed. She tried to push her shirt closed to herself better, but it proved very difficult.
Lloyd was now handed an oversized bowl. The bowl contained apple and rhubarb crumble complete with a large helping of warm custard. The crumble was sticky and gloppy. When Cheryl caught a glimpse of it she begged. “Oh god, please no, not crumble. Please don’t do this,” she begged. Lloyd found it painful to even look at Cheryl, but he was not going to be taken for a fool by her again. Instead he took the custard and crumble and dumped it down onto Cheryl’s head. Huge clumps of the sticky apples and crumbly bits stuck in enormous sized globs onto Cheryl’s frizzy black her. Lloyd took his hand and pressed it down on Cheryl’s head, ensuring that the her hair was encrusted in crumble. She was going to have spend a good long time in the shower washing her hair tonight. More crumble rolled down her neck and shoulders, pouring down her shapely bosoms. Custard flowed down her face and shoulders. It trickled down Cheryl’s nose and her upper lick. She stuck her tongue out. It could nearly touch the end of her nose. She licked some of the custard from her lip and nose. It actually tasted lovely, but she would never admit that to anyone.
Next, Steve had something very special planned. “Next,” Steve said,” We have taken the time to prepare one of Cheryl’s favourite meals.” Cheryl instantly recognised what it was as soon as she saw it. It was a dish made with rice, lentils, chicken and beans. She knew that this was something that they had prepared to mock her. ”Well Cheryl, you should be thanking us. We took all the time to prepare your favourite meal. We hope that you enjoy it. Be our guest. Bon Appetite,” he said. Cheryl bit her lip in anger and frustration. She looked up and closed her eyes. Lloyd happily took the meal held it above his former lover. He looked at her and then tipped it over. An avalanche of rice and beans and chicken rained down over Cheryl. The yellow rice poured down on her face and chest. Everyone laughing at her. Lloyd took great pleasure in pouring the meal that he used to make for Cheryl down all over her now. Her whole face was covered in rice and beans. It stuck to the mess that was already stuck all over her. Her chest and stomach were also covered. She was totally slathered in her favourite food. “What’s the matter Cheryl. We heard you loved that crap,” Eileen teased. Cheryl looked down at herself, very humbled.
Lloyd was now given a couple of bottles of beer. He shook them up and then popped the tops off. When the tops came off, the beer exploded in a gush. Lloyd aimed them at Cheryl’s body. He sprayed her with the beer, to the roars of everyone’s laughter. Lloyd was then handed the beer hose from behind the bar. He aimed the hose at Cheryl. She wiggled and shook, waiving her hands in front of her as she was sprayed down with the fizzy beer. He aimed it up and down her body first, spraying her chest and stomach down. He then sprayed the beer straight into her face. She closed her eyes and moved her head to try to avoid the spray of the beer. Lloyd just adjusted it. He sprayed her down, some of the mess falling away. Her brown skin shimmering. He sprayed her trousers and her legs with the beer as well, washing her down. Her clothes were now soaking wet. They stunk of beer and clung to her body. The pub was laughing uproariously as she was sprayed down with the beer.
Cheryl was now sat on her backside in a pool of messiness and wetness. “Ok, sling your hook now,” Steve said,” On your bike. Get out and stay out. We never want to see you in here again.” Michelle and Tina lifted Cheryl to her feet. They took her by the arms and led her out of the front door. “None of us ever want to see you again, Cheryl,” Lloyd said. They pushed Cheryl out the door and closed it behind her. “You are no longer welcome,” she was told.
She stood in front of the pub, soaked and covered in mess. She was then faced with walking home in that state. She walked home with her tail between her legs, to the snickers of everyone whom she past. When she arrived home, her partner was not there. She removed her ruined clothing at the front door. “At least it is black. It won’t stain as bad,” she thought to herself. She then went to the shower and cleaned herself. Most of the time was spent trying to get some of the stuff out of her hair. She never told her partner about what happened. They were leaving anyway. He would get angry and cause more problems. Plus it was very embarrassing.
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