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.