Ana Ivonovic loses

 

Ana Ivonovic loses

Maria Sharapova and Ana Ivonovic challenged one another to a charity tennis match. To make things even more interesting, there was a bet made on the match. The lady who won the match would have the privilege of dumping sloppy food and leftovers all over the loser. They seemed pretty evenly matched. Both of them were a little anxious about agreeing to the stipulation, but because it was for charity, they felt they had no other choice but to agree. Getting to embarrass their opponent would be something that they would love to do immensely, but there was a big risk to be taken. The consequences were very high.

The match was very close to begin with, but Ana began to make mistakes, as a result, the pressure began to mount and she got more and more out of sorts, until she completely unravelled and was soundly defeated. Maria was both relieved and elated. Ana became more and more distracted as the match wore on. She began to dread what was going to happen to her, knowing that she was well on her way to losing the match. When the match finally came to its inevitable conclusion, the crowd erupted with a roar. Maria pumped her fit in celebration and smiled. Ana looked up in the air. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, puffing up her cheeks. Everyone knew that she was in for the most embarrassing day of her entire life. Mara pointed and laughed at her, motioning to have a seat because she was about to get it.

Maria pulled a chair over for Ana to centre court. She took Ana by her arm and sat her down in the seat. Ana shook her head, blushed and covered her face with her hands. She then looked up at the crowd. They were all cheering and laughing. They could not wait to see what was about to happen to her. Maria looked very pleased with herself as well. Ana could not believe that this was really going to happen to her. Ana’s sexy, athletic body was about to get covered in all manner of disgusting mess. Maria was very much looking forward to pouring revolting mess all over her rival’s body.

As Ana sat in the chair, her skirt hitched up, showing even more of her toned legs. She looked very sexy and was about to look even better because she was going to be covered in mess. Maria grabbed a microphone and began to speak, “I am so happy that I was victorious today. I am even happier that as a result, I am going to get to dump sloppy mess all over this young lady. I am so sorry Ana. Actually, I’m not. I am going to enjoy every minute of this.” Ana shook her head and asked her not to do this to her. Maria egged the crowd on,” Who wants to see Ana get covered in rubbish?” They roared their approval. Maria was very happy as she watched Ana uncomfortably squirm in her seat. Maria grabbed a few bottles of ketchup to start proceedings.

She went behind Ana and played to the crowd as they cheered her on. She grabbed Ana’s visor and threw it aside. She then took the ketchup and aimed it squarely onto Ana’s head. She began to squeeze. The red sauce made a noise before oozing out of the bottle all over Ana’s dark hair and down her face. Maria then sprayed Ana’s shirt, skirt and all over her legs, covering her entire body in splatterings of sloppy ketchup. It dripped from her knees down her calves to her ankles down to her socks. The front of her shirt was plastered in ketchup.

Maria then took bottles of mustard and barbecue sauce and began to squeeze them out onto her opponent as well, just as she had done with the ketchup before. The dark red and yellow condiments dumped out all over Ana. They came out slowly at first and then quickly. They dumped on her hair, down her face and all over her clothing. She was plastered in the three condiments. Blobs of them fell from her nose, chin and cheeks.

Maria then took a massive plastic bowl filled with strawberries and cream and brought it over. It was so enormous that she had to carry it using both arms. This was a traditional food that was served at tennis matches, but Ana was about to experience the dessert in a very different way. Maria raised the bowl in the air and then pushed it down on top of Ana’s head. Her entire head was submerged in the messy strawberries and cream. Her legs kicked wildly. She was nearly lifted from the ground. Her chair nearly fell over. Maria then smeared more of the dessert all over Ana’s top and her body. There was a mixture of thick whipped cream and thin whipping cream that soaked her clothing.

Maria then finished Ana off with a giant bucket filled with spaghetti hoops. She raised it in the air and tipped the contents out all over Ana. They sickeningly oozed from the bucket down onto Ana. She closed her eyes as the spaghetti hoops engulfed her. They poured in a massive downpour down all over her, leaving sauce and hoops stuck all over her face and body. Her tennis outfit was soaked in mess. Her hair was covered. Mess dripped from her face and legs. Her athletic body was covered in the spaghetti hoops along with the previously collected mess. There was also mess all over the court.

Ana stuck her tongue out and stuck a finger up at Maria. She tried to flick some of the mess at her to no avail. Maria pointed and laughed, teasing and mocking her embarrassed and defeated opponent.

Cardi B fake slime

 This is a fake messing of Cardi B by request.

Carmella Mella is Messy

 

Carmella Mella is Messy

Carmella’s new character was designed to annoy fans and other wrestlers alike. Her character would now brag that she was the most attractive woman in the WWE. She was meant to be arrogant and conceded. She was very funny in the way she would say these things in order to annoy people as much as possible. She had a real talent for it. She was the kind of heel that really needed to be put into her place. She knew all the right buttons to press to really aggravate the fans. She would say things like, “I’m hot and you’re not.” She would then make an exaggerated laugh. She also would still sometimes claim that Mella was money.

On this occasion, she came to the ring to do a promo. She was not wearing her usual, hideous ring gear, instead, she wore a very hot red outfit that was cut around the hip and the thigh. She looked fantastic with her layered, blonde hair. She began to tell everyone how jealous they were because of how gorgeous she was and because they could never hope to be as attractive as she was. She then laughed. At that point Bianca Belair’s music hit. Bianca and several of the other women from the division came out. They then tore into Carmella. “You think that you are so much more attractive than the rest of us. You are always bragging. We are here to compete in the ring. This is not a beauty contest. And anyway, girl, we look just as good as you do even if it were. You have been talking too much. We are here to shut your mouth.” “What are you going to do, all beat me in the ring?,” she smirked. “Well, no, since you are more concerned about your appearance than your matches, we have come up with something much more appropriate for you. We are going to show you that Mella is messy.”

They ran to the ring and grabbed Carmella. She screamed and protested. She kicked her legs as Bianca gripped her waist from behind. She then handed her to the others who held her down. Bianca then pointed at her and said that they were about to see how attractive she really was. She ducked out of the ring and pulled out a mop bucket from underneath the ring. Carmella’s eyes widened when she saw it. She screamed and tried to kick wildly. The other wrestlers couldn’t help but laugh at her. She loved telling them how attractive she was and how much better she was than they were. It was time for revenge. Carmella screamed at Bianca telling her not to do this. She bad mouthed her and threatened her, telling her that she would regret this.

Bianca approached, smirking at Carmella, carrying the mop bucket. She gloated, telling Carmella that she deserved this. She then flung the contents of the mop bucket all of Carmella. It looked similar to the contents of the mop bucket that had been dumped on Trish Stratus years prior. The bucket was filled with thick brown sludge. It flew through the air and landed all over Carmella. She gasped as the brown mess splattered all over her face, hair and all over her toned body. The brown muck within splashed all over her stomach and down her legs. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock. She could not believe that her gorgeous body was now covered in revolting, foul smelling mess.

Bianca was not done there though. Next she produced a slop bucket. It was just as smelly as the mop bucket and was filled with revolting pig slop. It stunk of corn and other foul substances. Bianca laughed as she approached Carmella. Carmella still screamed in defiance. “You can’t dump that shit on me. OMG!.” Unfortunately for her, that is exactly what Bianca did. She tipped the pig slop out all over Carmella’s body. It could be seen running down her calves and her abs. Bits of corn and carrot stuck all over Carmella. Her small outfit was also covered with tossed slop. This was about as embarrassing as things could possibly get, or so Carmella believed.

Little did she know that Bianca was about to dump several massive cans of dog food out all over her. “Don’t you dare,” she threatened. Bianca twirled her hair and laughed. Carmella screamed as her rival dumped the gigantic cans of dog food out all over her. She closed her eyes as she felt the mounds of disgusting dog food in its jelly oozing down her body. She could literally feel the chunks of disgusting dog food rolling down her bare skin. The whole arena was loving what they were seeing. They all felt that Carmella deserved to have dog food dumped all over her.

Finally, Bianca took a Boston cream pie and slowly moved toward Carmella with it in her hands. Carmella again shouted in protest. Bianca wound up, leaned back and smashed the pie full on in Carmella’s face. She wildly twisted it around, covering her face in the sloppy pie. When she twirled around, she left Carmella’s face dripping in the sloppy pie.

She then got on the mic and said,” Now you are the messiest woman in all of WWE. Mella is messy,” she exclaimed.

Canadian soccer team revenge

 

Canadian soccer team revenge

The Canadian women’s soccer team won the gold medals in the Olympics. They defeated the United States and Sweden to win the championship. They were very happy to win the gold. It was a bit of an upset when they won. They also received another perk when they won the gold medals. They had made a little bet with the other teams that they played in the tournament. Because they won the tournament, they then got the privilege of getting to dump the most disgusting of sloppy messy food on the other teams. The organisers gathered together the leftovers and discarded food from Olympic catering.

The Swedish and American teams were gathered together. Chairs were set up next to one another. The entirety of both teams were placed on the chairs, side by side. They looked very worried and anxious. They did not love the idea of getting covered in mess by the team that had defeated them on the pitch. The Canadian team were going to have huge bragging rights forever because of this. This was really going to add insult to injury. It could not really get more embarrassing than what was about to happen. Both teams were dressed in their uniforms. Their uniforms were about to get completely covered in revolting mess. The players looked around at their teammates nervously. They spoke to one another saying that they could not believe that this was really happening.

The Canadian team emerged carrying buckets. They were laughing and gloating together. They pointed and laughed at the other two teams, teasing them about what they were about to do. This was something that they were going to relish doing. The two losing teams were about to get completely trashed.

The Canadian team took their places behind the members of the Swedish and American teams. They laughed and gloated. The players could hear them discussing how much they were going to enjoy trashing their opponents. The players were frozen in their seats. They closed their eyes and took one another’s hands, clenching them. They braced themselves for the messing that was about to come their way. There were also more containers and buckets of food placed all around to be used on the losing teams as well.

The signal was given and the Canadians began to spray the losing teams with ketchup and mustard. The ketchup was mainly for the Swedes because of their yellow jerseys and the mustard was for the Americans, as they had red jerseys. The Canadians took aim and wildly sprayed the ketchup and mustard all over the heads of the losing players. They directed it all over the tops of their heads and down their faces. Globs of red and yellow dripped from the players’ faces down their shirts and onto their shorts and legs. They could do no more than lower their heads in shame.

The Canadians then began to pour buckets of rice pudding over the losers. They were large buckets. The players moved them around, liberally dumping the rice pudding between and over multiple players. It landed all over their heads and on their uniforms and legs. Soon, there were giant steams of gloppy rice pudding all over the players.

They then took out large bottles of relish and began to unload them all over the players. The relish was lumpy, thick and green. It looked absolutely revolting. The players turned up their noses and stuck out their tongues in disgust as the green glop was dumped over them. It was followed by containers of chilli complete with beans. The chilli was poured over both teams. The greasy, sloppy mess, staining their uniforms. Blobs of chilli sticking all over their athletic bodies. To make things worse, they were then drenched with sour cream and nacho cheese sauce. The Canadians joked that they went together so well. The players were covered in the thick smooth sauces all over their bodies.

They then dumped rotten egg salad all over the women. This was sloppy and smelly. The women gagged and stuck their tongues out in absolute disgust.

Then as a special Canadian treat, the players took out bottles of maple syrup and squeezed the sticky mess out all over the losing teams. It saturated their jerseys and shorts. They then finished them off with bags of stale popcorn and chips. This stuck all over their bodies.

They then pulled a cord that was unseen before. With that a giant vat of cream tipped over and dumped all over all of the players, showering them in thick cream. They looked around at one another and laughed. The Canadian team celebrated another victory almost as big as their gold medal win.

Suranne Jones fake messing

 This is a fake mess of Suranne Jones.

Joann Willette better than I imagined

 

***WARNING*** This story contains adult and sexual content. Also, it is just a fantasy. None of it really happened. ***

Joann Willette better than I imagined

Joann Willette played Connie Lubbock on Just the ten of us, one of the great sitcoms of the late eighties. She was meant in a way to be the least attractive sister on the show, but to me, she was actually the most attractive. I always secretly fancied her. I am not sure if I was alone in this, I may have been the only one. Anyway, it was years later and I was doing things for a website involving WAM. Somehow, she had gotten wind of the site. She contacted me. I could not believe my luck. I was shocked, I almost did not believe that it was truly her at first. She confirmed that it was her and that she was the same who had played Connie Lubbock. After a while, I confessed that I had always fancied her. She was now the one who was shocked. She had never had anyone say that sort of thing to her before. She never thought of herself as someone that others would be attracted to. She was very flattered and actually a bit turned on by this. We talked more and more. The conversations became more and more explicit. She saw a picture of me and said that she was attracted to me as well. One day, she messaged saying,” I was thinking, how would you like to live out some of those naughty fantasies that you have been having all these years?” Of course, I jumped at that suggestion. We arranged to meet to do just that.

It turned out that she liked the same sort of things that I did. We really hit it off and were extremely attracted to one another. She had read some of the messy stories that I had created and she loved that idea as well. She started to send naughty messages saying how much she wanted to get dirty with me. When we did finally meet up, the anticipation had built up. We were dying to be alone together. When we met, we could barely keep our hands off of each other. She wore a jean shorts that showed off her incredible thick legs and sexy behind. She knew that these had always turned me on. When we met, we began kissing and touching one another wildly, almost instantly. We were all over each other from the start.

We grinded. Her hand fondled my penis as I fondled her thighs and behind. She then reached over and grabbed a chocolate cream pie. She held it out in front of her with both hands. She looked at me seductively, licked her lips and said, “Pie me baby. I want it. I want you to pie me so bad.” I took the pie as she placed both hands behind her back. I smiled and reached back. I then thrust my hand forward, pushing the messy pie into her face. I twisted it around. The feeling of pieing and being pied by someone you wanted so bad was as close to intercourse as anything could really be. I could feel the warmth below as I pied the woman that I had been fantasizing about for so many years. When I pulled away, the graham cracker crust crumbled around her face and fell down her chest. Her face and brown hair were covered in chocolate pudding and whipped cream. Her face was totally covered. She exhaled loudly, sending whipped cream from her nostrils. She licked her lips. She then grabbed me and we started passionately kissing. Our tongues twisting. I could taste the chocolaty pie as we kissed. Blobs of the pie dripped from her nose and forehead still.

She then pulled out a container of thick chocolate pudding. She sat on the couch, reclining. She stuck her sexy legs out and winked. She handed me the pot. I put it over her thick thighs and began tipping the pudding out all over her sexy legs. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt me dropping the load of soft, cool, smooth pudding all over her bare legs. The delicious dessert looked even better plopped all over her thick calves and thighs. I dumped it all over them. I then leaned over and began to lick some of the pudding and her leg in the process. She leaned back further and moaned in pleasure as she felt the warm, wet caress of my tongue as well as the chocolaty pudding on her gorgeous thighs.

She then grabbed a pot of leftover spaghetti. We held it together, raising it over her head. We then tipped it over, dumping it all over her. It stuck all over her head and dripped down her body. The sauce and noodles sticking in blobs all over her. As we kissed, I could tell how hot she was getting. We fondled one another between our legs. I could feel that she was very moist. Her underwear was soaked in spots. We started undressing one another wildly. We basically tore one another’s clothes up. I pulled down her dirty panties, dropping them to the ground. I got to enjoy the site of her plump, juicy peach of a behind and the thick juicy lips of her vagina.

We then took out some thousand island salad dressing which I got to pour all over her naked body. I poured it all over her cheeks, onto her fuzzy pussy, on her stomach and onto her breasts. It looked so good all over her sexy naked body. I then took some peanut butter sauce and squeezed it all over her chunky naked body.

We could not hold out anymore. She grabbed my penis and pushed it inside of her. We wrapped our bodies around one another and became one. Covered in sweat and messy food. We pushed back and forth, my penis going deeper and deeper inside of her womanhood. The pleasure built and built until it finally erupted in an orgasm of pleasure. Our bodies exploding with cum and wildly orgasming. We had not had enough, so began to 69 afterwards. We tasted each other’s genitals. Her juicy pussy had a taste and smell that I will never forget.

She leaned over and said,” Was that everything you always imagined?” I said,” It was better than I ever could have imagined.”

Lita’s bad break up

 

Lita’s bad break up

Lita had a very bad break up with Matt Hardy. She ended up sleeping with Edge, who was a friend of his. Though all of this may not have been her fault entirely, the perception was that she was a bit of a two timing slut and was to blame for the whole thing. The result of the whole thing ended up being a very public feud in which all three were involved. Somehow, Matt was booked to lose the feud as well, which made sense only to the bookers. The people in charge were not very nice people and seemed to like it when the villain triumphed. No one was happy about this. Everyone wanted to see Matt get revenge on Lita for what she had done. There were very few who didn’t think that she deserved it. The company definitely did her and everyone else involved a disservice using their personal relationships for an angle the way they did. Really, it was them who made her look as bad as she did by making it looked like she had turned on her boyfriend for no reason to sleep with someone else. In reality, of course, the situation was much more complex than that, but they sometimes painted things in the broadest possible way.

At any rate, the fact that Lita did what she had done and had gotten away with it completely was not fair at all. This needed to be corrected somehow. A new booker came in and changed everything in the company at this time. His first order of business was fixing mistakes and righting wrongs from the previous regime. He decided that Lita was going to have to face the consequences for her actions. Her character deserved it even if she as a person may not have. She was a bit annoyed at this to say the least, but it was part of the business. For stories to make sense, if a heel did terrible things to a face, they would pay the price eventually. The previous regime did not do this though. They seemed to have a morbid fascination with embarrassing the faces, even though they were the good guys. They did things that were decidedly mean spirited often as well. Lita herself had been involved in multiple angles that were cruel and in terrible taste. Usually, she was the victim.

The set up was that Matt was in the ring. He was talking about the feud. He said that it had been really difficult for him and that he knew that it must have been very difficult for everyone else involved as well. He said that he now just wanted to move on with his life. He called Lita down to the ring. He said that he wanted to make amends and wanted to apologize. She came out, but was reluctant to join him in the ring. He reminded her that he had never harmed her in any way and that he knew that her new boyfriend would be out in a second to beat him up if he tried anything funny. She shrugged her shoulders and came down to the ring. She was wearing her typical beige/ army green cargo pants with t-back and black bra combination. Her sexy abs showing.

“Thank you for joining me. I know that there is a lot of water under the bridge. A lot of things were said and done that I am sure we all regret. I thought, you know what, he had a lot of good times and I don’t want things to end the way that they are. So, I got you a little present. A way of making up. I am so happy for you that you have moved on. This is just a little token of my gratitude.” He pulled out a cake box. It was a very large one. Lita pretended that she had fallen for it, acting like she was choked up.

She then turned to the crowd and snickered. Matt turned around to open the box. Lita then attempted to punch him in between his legs. He knew it was coming though and moved out of the way. In that movement, he also produced a massive banana cream pie from the cake box. He slammed it in Lita’s face, smushing pie all over her face, on her red hair and down her chest and stomach. She was covered in yellow pie filling and whipped cream along with the crumbling crust of the pie. She screamed wildly, throwing her hands up in anger.

Matt then pointed up and slid out of the ring. When she looked up, tons of what the WWE usually described as manure began to dump down all over her. It was dirty and smelly. It poured all over her. It covered her face and her cargo pants. Her stomach, chest and back were soaked in brown, sloppy, smelly mess. It glistened all over her. Matt held his nose and waived his hand to indicate that it smelled bad. Edge ran out, but then when he saw what became of Lita, he stopped in his tracks and backed away to the locker room. Lita was livid with the both of them. She pouted and screamed, calling them both bastards. The audience cheered and laughed as they took pictures of Lita, sat in the ring covered in mess. Matt had finally gotten the last laugh.