Sunday 15 July 2012

Mary Pierce battle of the sexes

Mary Pierce battle of the sexes




Mary Pierce was thrilled when she was asked to do an updated version of battle of the sexes. She thought it would be a good chance to show that female tennis players were just as good as men. Of course they are, women’s tennis is, in a lot of ways superior to men’s tennis. She was happy to take part. Mary did not even know who her opponent would be when she agreed to take part in the match. It was going to be just a bit of fun, not to be taken too seriously. Unfortunately for Mary, the big match was going to be a day that she would never forget, for all of the wrong reasons.



Mary’s opponent was selected for her specially. She did not know who it was going to be until the press conference was being held to announce the match. She found out when the rest of the world did. She was pleasantly surprised when she found out that her opponent was going to be John Macenroe. Mary was happy about this because he had been retired for a long time at this point. She thought that winning would be easy. Unfortunately, John was as well known for his mouth and his temper as he was for his skill on the tennis court. During the press conference, he began to brag about how he was going to beat Mary. “It is gong to be fun beating her,” he bragged,” It should be a breeze.” She wondered why he was acting like this. It was meant to be a friendly game. Throughout the press conference, he continued to goad her. “Well, Mary,” he said,” If you are so sure that you will win, maybe you would like to raise the stakes.” Mary’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?,” she said sheepishly. “Well, I don’t know,” he replied. “We could make up a forfeit for the loser. Say, the winner gets to pour mess all over the loser,” he said slyly. Mary’s mouth dropped. “Well… I don’t know,” she said, now very worried. She did not want to have mess poured on her. She did not want to be humiliated. “Well, I can understand if you do not want to agree. You know you are going to lose so I thought you might chicken out,” he said. She was fuming by this time. He was leaving her without any choice but to agree. If she refused to take part, it would appear that she was chickening out. She thought that she would win, but there was always a chance that she may not win. “Ok, you are on,” she said. He looked at her and smirked. He could not believe that she was tricked into agreeing to this so easily.



Promotion for the match was put out everywhere, in the press on television etc. The consequences of the match were featured prominently. Someone was going to be getting messy. Everyone assumed that the whole thing would be a set up so that the female would win. That was usually how things went like this. After all, Macenroe had been retired for years. How could he win? It was an intriguing situation. Mary felt confident but was still apprehensive. She did not want to lose.



Finally the day arrived. Mary went to her locker room and got dressed. She wore her normal one piece tennis outfit. This one was powder blue. It was short like always, showing off Mary’s phenomenal legs. She tried not to think about what would happen if she lost this match. She tried her best to block all thoughts of it out of her mind. It could act as a major distraction for her if she dwelled on it too much. She was much more nervous than she ever anticipated she would be. She really did not want to lose. Public humiliation was not something that she particularly wanted to be faced with. She walked out on court and feigned a smile as she was announced. There was a mixture of cheers and boos. Most people secretly wanted to see her lose, even some of the women. Macenroe then came in to a round of applause as well. She wondered why he seemed so confident. It could very well be him that would lose the match. She would enjoy it very much if he lost. She could then shut his mouth and teach him a lesson.



The announcer came over the loudspeaker before the match and made the introductions. “Today, we have battle of the sexes. Mary Pierce vs. John Macenroe. The winner will get bragging rights for their gender. Plus, they will get the pleasure of pouring buckets of disgusting mess all over the loser. Right here at centre court in front of everyone,” The crowd cheered. Mary caught her breath. She took a deep gulp. She was still trying not to think about what she had gotten herself into. The players then walked out to their positions to start out the match. John continued to tease Mary right from the start of the match, about how much fun he was going to have when he won the match. Mary did not say much. She just glared at him. She did not want to have him thinking that he was getting to her. Although, it was getting to her, even if she was not fully aware of just how much. This was one match that she did not want to lose.



The players started the match and it progressed as normal for most of the first set. Although John continued to tease Mary throughout. As time progressed she seemed to be losing her cool more and more. John could tell that what he was doing and the pressure of the match was really starting to get to Mary. She started to lose her focus. She began to make silly mistakes, that she would never make ordinarily. The first set was hotly contested, but John managed to pull it out. The stress now really began to mount upon Mary’s shoulders. It was hot day and the sun seemed to grow more and more sweltering as the day went on. Mary began to perspire more and more. Losing the first set really knocked her confidence as well. John grew more and more arrogant and continued to tease her as the match progressed. The more time went on the more that Mary could sense that she was not going to be able to come back to win this match. Her desperation began to grow ever more intense. Her head was swimming. She was in a total meltdown. Her game was in a tailspin and John was quickly racking up point after point against her. She knew if she lost the second set, the whole thing would be over in the blink of an eye.



Mary could not concentrate fully on the match. The distraction was too much to overcome. John’s plan was working to perfection. He had managed to get into Mary’s head. He was winning the mental battle. His strategy was a brilliant one and was working just as he had hoped. Usually this type of thing would never be allowed in a professional tennis match, but this was an exhibition match, so there was nothing to stop John from doing what he was doing, He would argue that it was all merely gamesmanship and that he was not breaking any rules, so it was all above board. By the end of the second set, Mary was hopelessly losing. There was no way back for her without some kind of miracle. When the final shot landed, John celebrated and the crowd erupted in cheers. Mary was already blushing bright red. She nervously laughed and then took another deep gulp. She then walked to her side of the court and took a seat. A break was taken while everything was set up for the messing that was about to follow. Mary sat her chair, still trying not to think about what was about to happen to her. She was about to receive the ultimate embarrassment in front of all of the these people. She strokes her bare legs nervously and rearranged her skirt. She used one of her towels to wipe away some of the sweat from her brow and her body.



A chair was being set up at mid court. Several large buckets were brought out as well. After about five minutes, Mary was called for and told that it was time to come to mid court and receive her destiny. John and Mary were then brought out to mid court. Each stood either side of the announcer. The announcer started to speak. “So, we have a had a great match today. In most battle of the sexes matches the females seem to always win, I guess this match is the exception. Both players played very hard, but this time the guys have won,” he said. John flexed his muscles and shouted “Yes”. “Now, on to the business at hand, what we have all been waiting for. There was a bit of a wager on this match and a bit of a consequence for the loser. Now, Mary, you didn’t win. You know what that means?,” he said. “ Do we have to?,” Mary said facetiously. “I am afraid so, Mary, that is the name of the game.” “Oh, ok,” she said, nervously laughing. He motioned with his hand to the seat at the centre of the tennis court. She tentatively made her way over. She stuck her backside out and took her seat, stretching her bare legs out before her, her skirt riding up even higher, showing even more of her perfect thighs. She looked up. “Please be gentle,” she asked. She then rolled her eyes and laughed. She made a funny face, pushing her tongue to the side of her cheek. “Ok then, “ the announcer said,” It’s time to get messy.”



The announcer then motioned to John with his hand to the buckets. “ Mary did not win the match and now she will have to pay the consequences. John when you are ready, you may have the honour,” the announcer said. John smiled and walked over the buckets. She put his arms to his side and puffed up his chest, strutting like a chicken. He looked down at the buckets and picked up the first one. He gave an obnoxious smile as he carried the bucket over to where Mary sat. He moved along and stood behind her. He got ready to pour. He was going really enjoy this. Mary was squirming in her seat. She turned around in her seat and pointed up at John. “You better be nice,” she joked. He pointed to himself and said,” What me?” She started laughing. She then turned back around and faced forward. She took her hands and gripped the chair below her tightly. She shook her head. Her face had a pained look on it as closed her eyes and laughed, awaiting the mess that was about to fall onto her.



The bucket was full of orange gunge. It was thick and sloppy. It was going to look so good all over Mary’s sexy toned body. Her nose scrunched up. John looked up at the audience and laughed. He gave a big thumbs up. He then raised the bucket above Mary and began to pour. The crowd roared its approval. The bucket was raised and tipped. The thick, sloppy orange mess fell slowly from the bucket in an enormous messy mass. It fell from the air and landed first on the top of Mary’s head. It cupped around the top and the gunge folded over itself on top of her head. It covered the top of her blonde hair and her headband first. The gunge then poured down the sides of Mary’s head. It went down the back of her head and covered the top of her head. So far her face was left relatively clean. Gunge poured over the back of her neck and covered her shoulders. It poured down her sides. Now the gunge began to fall down onto Mary’s face. First it poured down the bridge of her nose. Then her cheeks and her chin. Then it poured more quickly. It soon totally covered her face as she squealed. She held her hands out as orange gunge poured onto them. More poured down her back and then the front of her powder blue tennis outfit. Gunge fell down onto her knees and then all over her thighs. Her lap was soon covered in layers of thick gunge. Gunge dripped down her calves, all the way down to her white socks and tennis shoes. She could feel the soft thickness of the gunge everywhere. All over her body. She jiggled and shook her body. When the bucket was finally empty, she took both hands and placed them against her face. She pushed them upwards, taking layers of gunge as she went, in a an attempt to clear some of the gunge from her face. She moved her legs up and down, gunge rippled down her sexy tanned athletic legs. She could feel the touch of the cold gunge all over her naked legs. She lifted them and allowed gunge to roll down her calves. She could feel the gunge under butt on the seat. She could feel it all over her underwear and beneath her legs. She shook her head and laughed.



John then walked over and picked up the second bucket of gunge. This one was very similar, in most respects, to the first, the only difference being that the gunge in this one was red rather than orange. John hoisted it up and carried it over to Mary again. He stood in the same place as he had done before, getting ready to let her have it once again. This time Mary looked down arching her back as the gunge began to pour down onto her. The first waive of gunge fell and hit her on the back. When it landed she almost jumped out of her chair, because it was so cold against her back. She flung herself backwards and was greeted by a face full over red gunge. It totally covered her face almost instantly. John then moved the bucket forward, pouring tons of red gunge all over the front of Mary. It poured all over her breasts and down her stomach. It was poured all over skirt, totally overwhelming the frills and pleats in the skirt. He then dumped the last of it all over Mary’s legs. Her legs were coated in red sloppy muck. Her knees were covered. Red gunge trickled all the way down her tanned legs, all the way to her ankles. She let out a long half laugh half scream. She licked her lips as blobs of sloppy gunge rolled down the front of her face. The red and orange made a delightful pairing all over her body.



There were two buckets of gunge left for Mary. John walked over and grabbed the next one. This one was filled with lovely bright pink gunge. It looked beautiful, soft and mushy. John lifted the bucket and did a little dance as he carried it over to Mary. She pointed at him and said. “You don’t have to enjoy it so much.” They both laughed. Mary was already covered in gunge, the pink gunge was just going to add to her messiness. John took his spot again behind her. Mary closed her eyes and tensed her body up waiting for the gunge to hit her. Instead, John paused for a moment. When nothing happened when Mary expected it to, she let her guard down for a second and looked up. Just as she looked up, John quickly took advantage of the opportunity and began to pour the gunge onto her. Her mouth was slightly open at that moment as the gunge hit her square in the face. In an instant her entire face was covered in gunge. It was a mountain of pink mess. Rather than turn her head forward, Mary kept it as it was. Instead she placed her hands on her face and closed her eyes. As she was gunged, she moved her hands back and forth across her face. They were totally covered in pink mess themselves in not time. She pushed the gunge back and forth and just let the onslaught of gunge cover her. She gave in to the gunge allowing it to just pour down over her. Gunge fell into her breasts and down her arms. Mary’s sexy, athletic body was now covered in gunge. Pink gunge now cascaded all over her body. It looked like coloured mushy peas on her. By now there was an enormous puddle of gunge all over the court around Mary and her chair.



John finally went over and grabbed the final bucket. This bucket contained gunge that was powder blue, the same colour as the outfit that Mary had on. “Isn’t that nice, it will match,” John said sarcastically. “Just shut up,” Mary snapped. She started to laugh. This time he walked up beside her, rather than behind her. She took the bucket and aimed it at her calves first. She wiggled her legs and feet as he dumped the light blue mess up her legs, both at once. He poured it slowly up the length of her legs, up her thighs. The gunge plopped down sloppily on her sexy legs. He then poured it up her skirt and then up her torso and then up over her face, leaving a thick trail of gunge as went. He then moved the bucket back the other way. He moved the gunge bucket back and forth over her body. He relished the thrill of decorating her body in gunge. He generously poured it so it got absolutely everywhere. Mary took her index fingers and wiped her eyes, splashing gunge off as she went along. She wiped her mouth and nose with her hand. John hit the bottom of the bucket, letting the last of gunge to plummet out of it onto her head. A mound of gunge stood on top of her head for a moment. John then took a bow.



Mary opened her legs and pushed a pile of rainbow collected gunge out from between her legs. She pulled some from her cleavage and arm pits. She crossed her arms and shook her head. She then took her hands and massaged some of the gunge around on her body and clothes as if she was taking a shower. She looked up and laughed as John took a bow to the applause of the crowd. “Let’s hear it for Mary Pierce. She was such a good sport,” the broadcaster said. The crowd applauded her. She took a bow and laughed.



She was helped to her feet. She waived to the fans. She was still seventy five percent covered in sloppy multi-coloured gunge. She walked heavily as gunge dripped from everywhere. She trudged off back to her locker room. She never wanted a warm shower so much after a match. She had to admit to herself that it was nowhere near as bad as she thought it would be. She had to admit that the gunge felt pretty good on her body. Of course, she would never be able to admit that to anyone else. She was just hoping that she would not be asked about this in every interview she had from that point onwards.

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