Tiffany vs. Debbie Gibson

 

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.