This is a fake gunging of Luisa Zissman.
Monday, 26 August 2019
Sunday, 25 August 2019
Charlotte Flair queen of mess
Charlotte Flair queen of mess
Charlotte Flair was a really good wrestler but was extremely
poor in other areas. She was quite possibly one of the worst wrestlers on the
microphone in the business. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. She was
never really over with the fans. She was in the position that she was because
of her father. That was crystal clear. In kayfabe she would lose title matches
over and over again, but still constantly receive rematches. She was someone
that no one wanted to see.
Behind the scenes she was not that popular either. Everyone
knew why she got the opportunities that she did. There was a potential classic
Wrestlemania main event between Becky Lynch and Rhonda Rousey and she somehow
managed to get placed into it. This lessoned the appeal of the match greatly.
She was conceded and self-absorbed as well. Her insufferable annoying character
was an extension of who she was as a person. The others loathed her. She
thought that she was better than she was. She hadn’t earned anything and would
be constantly given chances when others would not even be seen on television. Most
of the locker room despised her. They all banded together to think of a way to
get back at her for all that she had done to everyone.
Much to their delight, they happened to come upon some naked
pictures of Charlotte that one of her ex-boyfriends had of her. She had cheated
on him with someone else, another wrestler. She had also been a real witch to
him when they were dating. She was jealous, controlling and domineering. She
was quite a nasty vindictive person. He got together with the others and
planned to get revenge upon her. They had an anonymous person text her saying
that they had embarrassing photos of her and demanded that she stay in the
locker room after it cleared out. She was angry, but knew that she had to
comply. She did not want the photos to get out.
She stayed behind as was instructed. She wore what she had
worn on Smackdown Live. A blazer and a very short skirt. She waited in the
locker room. The whole locker room emptied. She was left there all alone. She
was getting extremely nervous. As she sat there in silence, she was wondering
what was going to happen.
One of her rivals then emerged. They were carrying print
outs of photographs. “Charlotte, Charlotte, look what we have here. See for
yourself,” She was shown the explicit naked photographs of her own body. She
was furious but did her best not to explode in anger. She tried to keep her
composure. “What do you want? Why are you doing this?” “Well, let’s ask this
lot shall we?” With that half a dozen of the female competitors and her
ex-boyfriend emerged. “Basically, you are a selfish, self-absorbed b****. You
have injured all of us in some way and now it is our turn for revenge. The
pictures are just insurance to ensure that you do not retaliate after tonight.”
The grabbed her and handcuffed her hands behind her back.
They pulled her clothing off. Charlotte was a real butter face. She had a sexy
figure, but her face was not that attractive. She was ugly inside as well,
which may have been what was shining through. She was left naked and
handcuffed. They then pulled out some pies and buckets to use upon her. She was
a haughty brat who called herself the queen. She was about to become the Queen
of Mess.
One of her rivals grabbed two large creamy pies. She smiled
as she approached. She told her that she thought that she was better than
everyone else, but she was only where she was because of who she was related to
and that would not save her now. Charlotte glared at her in anger and disgust.
She could not help herself. She blurted out,” I am better than you and all the
rest of them. Damn right I am here because of my family. That means I am
genetically superior to you all. You are all beneath the queen.” “Oh yeah well
you will be the one bowing now. You deserve this.” She pushed the pies straight
into Charlotte’s face. Charlotte let out a loud shriek as the pies were pushed
into her face. Her competitor took great joy in thrusting the pies around in
her face. She then pushed them down into her chest. “Oh yeah and these
oversized comedy boobs of yours look completely ridiculous. I don’t know how
you wrestle with these giant fake tits.” Charlotte gasped in shock and disgust.
Her face was covered in pie. Her gorgeous blonde hair was streaked in creamy
pie.
Some of the others then smashed pies all over body, onto her
long legs, behind, big breasts and finally between her legs. They pushed a pie
straight into her vagina. She moaned and squealed as she felt the pie jammed
into her crotch. Her tanned, toned body was covered in a layer of thick creamy
mess.
Another of her frequent opponents then started dumping rice
pudding over her head. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes as the sloppy,
lumpy mess rolled down her face and hair and then down her neck, shoulders and
down her chest and back. More poured down her body, between her legs and down
her legs, down her thighs to her knees and then down her calves.
Tins of spoiled tinned fruit were dumped on her. This
included pineapple, peaches and fruit cocktail. All of which, stuck all over
her body. Chocolate and toffee sauces were then sprayed all over her body. Her
hair was streaked in layers of both dark and light brown mess. More was
squeezed upon her naked flesh.
She was finished off with a bucket of custard and a bucket
of chocolate pudding. She screamed that she would get them all for this and
that they would all be fired as the sweet mess descended upon her. The mess
could be seen dripping from her body and off of her legs. They then stood her
up and bent her over. They allowed her ex-boyfriend to spank her backside using
a strawberry cheesecake. They all counted out twenty spanks and cheered
afterwards. They then pushed her back into her hair.
They all then bid her fair well. They said that they would
free her in the morning. They then took a salted caramel cheesecake and placed
it on top of her head like a crown. “All hail the queen,” they said as they
left. They would not free her until the following day’s event.
Kate Middleton fake mess King's Cup
These are fakes of Kate Middleton following losing the King's cup boat race. I like to think maybe something like this happened behind close doors. I wonder what her husband thinks.
Monday, 19 August 2019
Willem Wever teacher gungings
Sunday, 18 August 2019
Dominika Cibulkova it’s a trifle
Dominika Cibulkova it’s a trifle
Dominika Cibulkova is an extremely attractive blonde, tanned
tennis player. She had an incredible athletic body. She was one of the most
attractive women’s tennis players of her time. She was not the biggest star,
but a lot of the stars were a little bit jealous of her looks. A lot of them
wanted to get their own back on her and to embarrass her for the world to see.
They decided that they would trick her into agreeing to play a match with a
forfeit, by sneaking it into her contract in small print. When she signed her
contract for the tournament, she was not aware that she had agreed in writing
that if she lost a match, the winner would get to dump mess of their choosing
all over her. She was only made aware when she was getting ready for the first
match. Of course, hearing this news completely threw her of her games because
she was taken by surprise. This threw her completely off of her game.
She was very nervous and was unable to concentrate. There
was loads of pressure on her because the stakes were no so high. She knew that
all of the other players as well as everyone in the crowd was routing against
her. Everyone wanted to see her lose. She was determined not to lose. She was
playing against an unranked opponent and was heavily favoured to win the match,
but the situation threw a wrench into the works. Her game was affected
terribly. She began to make unforced errors.
Things then snowballed. The worse
she played, the more she panicked, which caused her play to get even worse. Before
she knew it she was very far behind. The more she fell behind, the more she
thought about what would happen if she lost. The lead was soon insurmountable.
She had gotten her butt kicked by a very thin, pale Czech woman was short curly
hair and glasses. She had never won a major tournament game before in her
career. This was a big win for her. Dominika was ashamed to be beaten by such
an opponent. She usually thought of herself as above certain people, but now
everyone was going to get to enjoy her embarrassment.
A chair was brought out to centre court. She was wearing an
all-white outfit. Her muscular tanned legs bulging out of her skirt. She looked
extremely annoyed at the situation. She reluctantly sat on the chair, crossing
her arms. It was announced the she was to become a human trifle as a punishment
for losing. They had managed to make up a gigantic oversized trifle that was
about two feet deep and a foot and a half wide. It was regular trifle but supersized.
It was filled with jelly and fruit cocktail, soft sponge, custard and whipped
cream. She rolled her eyes. She looked very angry. Her opponent looked
overjoyed. All of the other top players came out to watch this happen. They all
had their camera phone ready to record this magic moment for posterity.
Dominika was blushing in embarrassment. She could not
believe that this was happening. The winner looked overjoyed as she raised the
container above her head. She closed her eyes and put her hands to her face.
Her entire body tensed up. The whole audience cheered. The other player tipped
the bucket over her head. The layers began to slither their way out of the
container.
The whipped cream fell first in giant globs that crumbled
and tumbled down her face. Some splattered on her chest and then all over her
legs. Some stuck to her face and to the top of her head. She moved her arms out
just as the custard began to follow out of the container. The custard
splattered down upon her, washing her over in its sloppy messiness. It washed
down her face and body, soaking her in custard,
The sponge and jelly along with the fruit cocktail fallowed.
It fell in large chunks that fell to bits, covering her when it collided her
head. Sticky juices fell down her body and made her tanned skin glisten. Lumps
of sponge and jelly collected in her cleavage. Grapes, and strawberries stick
to her face and body. Everyone cheered, but she looked less than thrilled at
the enjoyment that everyone received at her expense.
She stood up and crossed her arms. Sponge and custard stuck
to her legs all the way to her socks. She was covered in sticky trifle. She
just rolled her eyes as she stood at centre court getting her photo taken with
the winner of the match.
Sunday, 11 August 2019
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