Erin Andrews makes a bet
Erin Andrews is always a very professional sports anchor. She never shows any bias towards anyone. Erin enjoys her job working for ESPN on their college football shows. She is a big fan of the game and loves the atmosphere surrounding the sport. Although she is a pro, she did attend the University of Florida. She can not help but route for her alma mater. She is a huge Gators fan. On this occasion, Florida had made it back to the SEC championship game. They would be playing Alabama this time. During the week before the game Erin and some of the alumni from Alabama engaged in some banter around who would win the game. Erin was sure that her team would be the ones coming out on top. “I just think Florida is going to win guys,” she said. “Well, Erin,” her fellow anchor said,” If you are so sure, maybe you would like to wager something on it.” ”What did you have in mind?”, Erin asked, in a sexy voice. “how about, if Florida loses the game, you will get slimed on next week’s show.” Erin bit her lip and furrowed her brow. “I don’t know,” she said. “Oh come on, don’t chicken out. You believe in your school don’t you,” he egged her on. “Oh ok then, I agree. If the Gators lose the game, then I will get slimed next week. I hope they don’t lose,” she laughed. “I think that the whole country, outside of Gainsville will be routing for the Gators to lose now.” Florida was ranked number one at the time and had won the national title the year before. Erin was confident that the Gators would win, even though Alabama was highly ranked as well.
Unfortunately for Erin Andrews, Florida was beaten 32 to 13 in a route. Alabama would go on to win the national title. Even more unfortunate for Erin was that she was assigned to cover the game for college game day. She was there on the sidelines to witness the whole thing. Throughout the game, shots were given of Erin’s reactions to scores, turnovers and penalties. When the final whistle blew, Erin had almost forgotten the bet that she had made. She was called from her colleagues in the commentary booth. “Erin, the game didn’t go the way that you hoped it would, we see,” the anchor said. Erin smiled and blushed. “No, no it certainly did not,” she responded. She laughed and shook her head. “Florida didn’t win did they Erin?” ”No, they did not,,” she replied. “You know what that means?,” he said. “Yeah, I know,” she said burying her head in her hands, lowering her head in shame. “What Erin does not know, is that slime that was promised is in the stadium right now. In a few short minutes, Erin will have to pay the consequences of losing that bet. It will all happen at the fifty yard line in front of this stadium full of hundreds of people.” Erin’s mouth fell open. She was really shocked by this. She was not prepared for this to happen today. “I thought it would be next week,” she protested,” I am not dressed for it.” she wore a white sleeveless blouse and a beige skirt. Her hair looked amazing as always. It was mostly straight, but with her famous, flowing curls at the bottom. She looked lovely. The station went to a break. During the break a chair was set up on the fifty yard line and Erin was quickly rushed over and asked to sit on it. She was told that some of the players from the winning team would be the ones getting the opportunity to slime her.
She walked out to the center of the field and was met with some of the Alabama players. “So guys, you’re going to get to slime me hen are you?,” she joked. “That’s the idea,” one of them said. “Don’t worry I can take it, but don’t you feel bad about doing this to a woman like myself?,” she asked. “Not at all. Go tide,” one of them said. “Thanks a lot,” she joked. She was shown her seat and sat down. Everything was getting made ready. The crowd was encouraged not to leave their seats because there was going to be a special surprise that they were not going to want to miss coming up.
The commercial break ended and the coverage started up again with Erin sitting at mid field. Her colleague had the microphone and began to speak. “As our audience at home may know, Erin here made a little bet before the game this week that Florida would win this game. If they did not win, she agreed to pay the consequences. Obviously, the Gators came up a little short and as a result, Erin has to pay the price for it. That price is going to be a sliming. What does everyone think of that?,” The crowd cheered. “Nooooo!,” Erin whined. She pointed at the other players gathered around,” Don’t you laugh either,” she said. “Erin, your team didn’t win. What do you have to say,” he asked. “Well, they gave their all. I really thought they would win. Hey, does anyone want to switch seats with me? I’ll make it worth your while,” she joked. “Slimed! Gosh, this is going to be embarrassing, but as some of you will know, I have had some pretty embarrassing moments in the past, so this will be a piece of cake compared to that.” Erin had been secretly videotaped in a hotel room at one point while she was changing clothes. She had been seen naked by thousands as a result. Her privacy had been breached in an unforgivable and illegal way. On top of that, it was difficult enough for women to be taken seriously in the world of men’s sports journalism at the best of times. She had to spend her whole life working with men, some of whom were sexist at the best of times. The fact that she had had that happen to her made things even worse. She had handled the whole thing with dignity though and had overcome it. After experiencing something like that, getting slimed in front of the whole world seemed like a breeze to her.
The players were now introduced from the winning team. They smiled and waived. “Well guys, Erin here bet against you guys. I guess you can take this as a victory for your school. Do you have any reservations doing this to Miss Andrews here?,” the anchor asked. “Absolutely not,” one of them responded. All three laughed as did Erin. “Nothing against Miss Andrews, but we still are going to enjoy sliming her very, very much. It is going to be very funny,” he said. Erin looked back at them. She made puppy dog eyes, begging them please. She then shook her fist and said ,” Darn. Well, it was worth a try. I t looks like I am stuck. Go Gators!,” she shouted. She then laughed nervously. Erin clutched at her skirt and knees nervously as the players went over to collect their buckets. There were four buckets of gunge. Each bucket contained one of each teams colours. That being red and white for Alabama and blue and orange for Florida.
The players all went to the side and grabbed their buckets. They gunge was thick and gloppy. They all got themselves all ready. “Who wants to see some slime,” the anchor asked. The whole crowd cheered its approval. Erin waived her hands around. She moved her hand across her neck. “Please no,” she begged and then laughed. “Let’s nail her,” the anchor said. Erin smiled. She wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her head. She closed her eyes and scrunched her nose up. The first player came forward. He had the bucket of bright blue gunge. He pumped his biceps and twirled his finger over the top of Erin’s head as the crowd cheered him on. Erin braced herself as the young player lifted the bucket up above her. He poured the blue gunge down onto her head. The thick gunge slopped down over the top of her head. It fell down her beautiful nose and down her forehead. It poured down the front of her face and dripped down from her nose. She grimaced. She took both of her hands to clear her eyes as the gunge was still pouring over her. The crowd laughed, cheered and hooted as she was slimed. The gunge poured down the front of her top and down her body. She opened her mouth and screamed. She ran her hands through her hair, slicking it back in the gunge and flicking some of it aside. “My hair!,” Erin shouted. She pointed and shook her head. “I can’t believe this,” she said. The gunge was soft and smushy.
The next player came forward now. He had the orange gunge. The idea was that Erin would slimed with the Florida colours first and then the Alabama colours. The player showed the bucket to the crowd. He opened his mouth wide and screamed, “Yeah!!” Erin pointed and laughed at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she said. Erin gave an exaggerated half frown/ half smile. She raised her shoulders as he approached with the second bucket of gunge. He gave a thumbs up to the crowd. He mimed as if he was asking himself whether he should do this or not. He then winked and nodded. He picked up the bucket and aimed it straight at Erin. The crowd cheered as the orange slop poured down the front of her face, engulfing her face. It poured down onto her tanned skin. Gunge poured onto her legs and top. Her whole neck was crowned in the gunge. She placed her hands in front of her. She opened her mouth wide and shook her head around. The orange streaked down her face. She was covered in a mixture of blue and orange. She itched her cheek and then stuck her tongue out. She put her thumbs to her ears and made a funny face. She took her hands and pushed some of the thick gunge away.
It was now time for the white gunge, representing Alabama colours. Erin was going to now be adorned in the colours of the winning team. The Alabama fans were finding this especially hilarious. The white gunge had a slight resemblance to something a bird might leave behind on a car. Erin itched her face. She was still reeling a little bit from what had already been poured on her by the previous players. She looked up this time, just as the white mess fell from the bucket. It landed on Erin’s face. She closed her eyes and jerked her head forward, sending some of the excess gunge flying. The gunge poured down onto her beautiful blonde hair. She shook her head and rubbed her hand across her eyes. She rubbed her arms in the mess. More of the gunge fell and landed on Erin’s sexy tanned legs. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to clean herself off a bit. She took her fingers and grabbed her top around her breast area. She moved the shirt about, airing out some of the gunge. “Ya, got me,” she said, laughing.
Finally the last player approached. He was carrying the bucket of red gunge, representing the Crimson Tide of Alabama. The Alabama fans were now all chanting. “Erin is going to be adorned with Alabama red, so she will never forget that Alabama were the winners today. Let’s hear it guys,” the analyst said. Erin just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. The player raised the bucket to an immense cheer. The entire stadium then counted down from three. “3...2...1” He lifted the bucket. He then quickly lifted it and pushed it down. He pushed the bucket down hard onto Erin’s head. She kicked her legs and wriggled in the chair, almost falling over. She waived her arms. The player steadied the chair for her. She was left wearing the bucket over her head. She calmed down after a minute. She caught her breath. She then threw the bucket off, revealing that she was covered from her waist up in thick, crimson tide coloured gunge. She frowned and shook her fist as the whole crowd cheered and laughed at her. She tried to scoop some of the collected mess from her skirt. She rubbed the gunge down her thighs, trying to clear some away. She looked hilarious, totally covered in the mess. “I hope you are happy. I look like a drowned rat!,” she shouted,” Well, a slimed rat anyway.”
She was given a round of applause. She bowed courteously for the crowd. “So, Erin how are you feeling after that?,” her colleague asked. “ I feel very dirty and quite slimy actually, believe it or not. I hope that there are showers working somewhere that I can use here, or I will be in big trouble. Congratulations to the Tide. We’ll get them next year though. Go Gators,” she said.
Erin Andrews is always a very professional sports anchor. She never shows any bias towards anyone. Erin enjoys her job working for ESPN on their college football shows. She is a big fan of the game and loves the atmosphere surrounding the sport. Although she is a pro, she did attend the University of Florida. She can not help but route for her alma mater. She is a huge Gators fan. On this occasion, Florida had made it back to the SEC championship game. They would be playing Alabama this time. During the week before the game Erin and some of the alumni from Alabama engaged in some banter around who would win the game. Erin was sure that her team would be the ones coming out on top. “I just think Florida is going to win guys,” she said. “Well, Erin,” her fellow anchor said,” If you are so sure, maybe you would like to wager something on it.” ”What did you have in mind?”, Erin asked, in a sexy voice. “how about, if Florida loses the game, you will get slimed on next week’s show.” Erin bit her lip and furrowed her brow. “I don’t know,” she said. “Oh come on, don’t chicken out. You believe in your school don’t you,” he egged her on. “Oh ok then, I agree. If the Gators lose the game, then I will get slimed next week. I hope they don’t lose,” she laughed. “I think that the whole country, outside of Gainsville will be routing for the Gators to lose now.” Florida was ranked number one at the time and had won the national title the year before. Erin was confident that the Gators would win, even though Alabama was highly ranked as well.
Unfortunately for Erin Andrews, Florida was beaten 32 to 13 in a route. Alabama would go on to win the national title. Even more unfortunate for Erin was that she was assigned to cover the game for college game day. She was there on the sidelines to witness the whole thing. Throughout the game, shots were given of Erin’s reactions to scores, turnovers and penalties. When the final whistle blew, Erin had almost forgotten the bet that she had made. She was called from her colleagues in the commentary booth. “Erin, the game didn’t go the way that you hoped it would, we see,” the anchor said. Erin smiled and blushed. “No, no it certainly did not,” she responded. She laughed and shook her head. “Florida didn’t win did they Erin?” ”No, they did not,,” she replied. “You know what that means?,” he said. “Yeah, I know,” she said burying her head in her hands, lowering her head in shame. “What Erin does not know, is that slime that was promised is in the stadium right now. In a few short minutes, Erin will have to pay the consequences of losing that bet. It will all happen at the fifty yard line in front of this stadium full of hundreds of people.” Erin’s mouth fell open. She was really shocked by this. She was not prepared for this to happen today. “I thought it would be next week,” she protested,” I am not dressed for it.” she wore a white sleeveless blouse and a beige skirt. Her hair looked amazing as always. It was mostly straight, but with her famous, flowing curls at the bottom. She looked lovely. The station went to a break. During the break a chair was set up on the fifty yard line and Erin was quickly rushed over and asked to sit on it. She was told that some of the players from the winning team would be the ones getting the opportunity to slime her.
She walked out to the center of the field and was met with some of the Alabama players. “So guys, you’re going to get to slime me hen are you?,” she joked. “That’s the idea,” one of them said. “Don’t worry I can take it, but don’t you feel bad about doing this to a woman like myself?,” she asked. “Not at all. Go tide,” one of them said. “Thanks a lot,” she joked. She was shown her seat and sat down. Everything was getting made ready. The crowd was encouraged not to leave their seats because there was going to be a special surprise that they were not going to want to miss coming up.
The commercial break ended and the coverage started up again with Erin sitting at mid field. Her colleague had the microphone and began to speak. “As our audience at home may know, Erin here made a little bet before the game this week that Florida would win this game. If they did not win, she agreed to pay the consequences. Obviously, the Gators came up a little short and as a result, Erin has to pay the price for it. That price is going to be a sliming. What does everyone think of that?,” The crowd cheered. “Nooooo!,” Erin whined. She pointed at the other players gathered around,” Don’t you laugh either,” she said. “Erin, your team didn’t win. What do you have to say,” he asked. “Well, they gave their all. I really thought they would win. Hey, does anyone want to switch seats with me? I’ll make it worth your while,” she joked. “Slimed! Gosh, this is going to be embarrassing, but as some of you will know, I have had some pretty embarrassing moments in the past, so this will be a piece of cake compared to that.” Erin had been secretly videotaped in a hotel room at one point while she was changing clothes. She had been seen naked by thousands as a result. Her privacy had been breached in an unforgivable and illegal way. On top of that, it was difficult enough for women to be taken seriously in the world of men’s sports journalism at the best of times. She had to spend her whole life working with men, some of whom were sexist at the best of times. The fact that she had had that happen to her made things even worse. She had handled the whole thing with dignity though and had overcome it. After experiencing something like that, getting slimed in front of the whole world seemed like a breeze to her.
The players were now introduced from the winning team. They smiled and waived. “Well guys, Erin here bet against you guys. I guess you can take this as a victory for your school. Do you have any reservations doing this to Miss Andrews here?,” the anchor asked. “Absolutely not,” one of them responded. All three laughed as did Erin. “Nothing against Miss Andrews, but we still are going to enjoy sliming her very, very much. It is going to be very funny,” he said. Erin looked back at them. She made puppy dog eyes, begging them please. She then shook her fist and said ,” Darn. Well, it was worth a try. I t looks like I am stuck. Go Gators!,” she shouted. She then laughed nervously. Erin clutched at her skirt and knees nervously as the players went over to collect their buckets. There were four buckets of gunge. Each bucket contained one of each teams colours. That being red and white for Alabama and blue and orange for Florida.
The players all went to the side and grabbed their buckets. They gunge was thick and gloppy. They all got themselves all ready. “Who wants to see some slime,” the anchor asked. The whole crowd cheered its approval. Erin waived her hands around. She moved her hand across her neck. “Please no,” she begged and then laughed. “Let’s nail her,” the anchor said. Erin smiled. She wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her head. She closed her eyes and scrunched her nose up. The first player came forward. He had the bucket of bright blue gunge. He pumped his biceps and twirled his finger over the top of Erin’s head as the crowd cheered him on. Erin braced herself as the young player lifted the bucket up above her. He poured the blue gunge down onto her head. The thick gunge slopped down over the top of her head. It fell down her beautiful nose and down her forehead. It poured down the front of her face and dripped down from her nose. She grimaced. She took both of her hands to clear her eyes as the gunge was still pouring over her. The crowd laughed, cheered and hooted as she was slimed. The gunge poured down the front of her top and down her body. She opened her mouth and screamed. She ran her hands through her hair, slicking it back in the gunge and flicking some of it aside. “My hair!,” Erin shouted. She pointed and shook her head. “I can’t believe this,” she said. The gunge was soft and smushy.
The next player came forward now. He had the orange gunge. The idea was that Erin would slimed with the Florida colours first and then the Alabama colours. The player showed the bucket to the crowd. He opened his mouth wide and screamed, “Yeah!!” Erin pointed and laughed at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she said. Erin gave an exaggerated half frown/ half smile. She raised her shoulders as he approached with the second bucket of gunge. He gave a thumbs up to the crowd. He mimed as if he was asking himself whether he should do this or not. He then winked and nodded. He picked up the bucket and aimed it straight at Erin. The crowd cheered as the orange slop poured down the front of her face, engulfing her face. It poured down onto her tanned skin. Gunge poured onto her legs and top. Her whole neck was crowned in the gunge. She placed her hands in front of her. She opened her mouth wide and shook her head around. The orange streaked down her face. She was covered in a mixture of blue and orange. She itched her cheek and then stuck her tongue out. She put her thumbs to her ears and made a funny face. She took her hands and pushed some of the thick gunge away.
It was now time for the white gunge, representing Alabama colours. Erin was going to now be adorned in the colours of the winning team. The Alabama fans were finding this especially hilarious. The white gunge had a slight resemblance to something a bird might leave behind on a car. Erin itched her face. She was still reeling a little bit from what had already been poured on her by the previous players. She looked up this time, just as the white mess fell from the bucket. It landed on Erin’s face. She closed her eyes and jerked her head forward, sending some of the excess gunge flying. The gunge poured down onto her beautiful blonde hair. She shook her head and rubbed her hand across her eyes. She rubbed her arms in the mess. More of the gunge fell and landed on Erin’s sexy tanned legs. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to clean herself off a bit. She took her fingers and grabbed her top around her breast area. She moved the shirt about, airing out some of the gunge. “Ya, got me,” she said, laughing.
Finally the last player approached. He was carrying the bucket of red gunge, representing the Crimson Tide of Alabama. The Alabama fans were now all chanting. “Erin is going to be adorned with Alabama red, so she will never forget that Alabama were the winners today. Let’s hear it guys,” the analyst said. Erin just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. The player raised the bucket to an immense cheer. The entire stadium then counted down from three. “3...2...1” He lifted the bucket. He then quickly lifted it and pushed it down. He pushed the bucket down hard onto Erin’s head. She kicked her legs and wriggled in the chair, almost falling over. She waived her arms. The player steadied the chair for her. She was left wearing the bucket over her head. She calmed down after a minute. She caught her breath. She then threw the bucket off, revealing that she was covered from her waist up in thick, crimson tide coloured gunge. She frowned and shook her fist as the whole crowd cheered and laughed at her. She tried to scoop some of the collected mess from her skirt. She rubbed the gunge down her thighs, trying to clear some away. She looked hilarious, totally covered in the mess. “I hope you are happy. I look like a drowned rat!,” she shouted,” Well, a slimed rat anyway.”
She was given a round of applause. She bowed courteously for the crowd. “So, Erin how are you feeling after that?,” her colleague asked. “ I feel very dirty and quite slimy actually, believe it or not. I hope that there are showers working somewhere that I can use here, or I will be in big trouble. Congratulations to the Tide. We’ll get them next year though. Go Gators,” she said.
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