The Splosh Show!

A messy tv show story

Here you stand, backstage in the TV studio. This is the moment you’ve been dreaming of your entire life. Ever since childhood, you’ve wanted nothing more than to participate in a TV show where the loser gets covered in slime. The mere thought of that sticky slime cascading over you sends shivers down your spine.

When you were younger, signing up for such shows was out of the question—your parents dismissed the idea as nonsense. But you? You were glued to the TV every time one of these shows aired. You lived for them—the messier, the better.

You stumbled upon a casting call from the national TV network a few weeks ago. They were looking for contestants for a brand-new show they planned to call "The Splosh Show." No further details were provided, except that you had to be an adult and could handle a loss. You didn’t hesitate for a second. This was your shot, a chance you couldn’t pass up.

Last week, the unexpected happened—a phone call. You’d been selected as a contestant for the premiere episode. You were over the moon; your dream was about to come true. The days that followed were a blur of excitement and sleepless nights. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew. You even started imagining all the ways you could lose. Yes, because one thing was certain: you weren’t leaving that studio clean!

On the day of the shoot, you were warmly welcomed at the national TV studios. After confirming your details, the receptionist handed you an access badge and a bag of clothes. Then she led you to a small dressing room, explaining that you should put on the clothes inside the bag and wait for a staff member to escort you further.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, you opened the bag with trembling hands, eager to see what you’d be wearing. Inside, you found a plain white cotton T-shirt, bright yellow athletic shorts, and tall white-and-yellow striped knee-high socks. Not exactly your preferred outfit for appearing in front of an audience.

Nervously, you changed into the clothes, your hands shaking as the tension built. Just as you thought you were ready, you caught your reflection in the mirror and realized you’d put the T-shirt on inside out. In a panic, you quickly tried to fix it when a knock sounded on the door.

“Are you ready?” came a voice from the other side.

You pulled the shirt down hastily, took a deep breath, and shouted back, “Yes, I’m ready!”

A staff member appeared and silently guided you through the maze-like hallways of the studio. You had no idea what to expect—no clue about the format of the show or what was waiting for you. As you walked through the dim corridors, countless thoughts raced through your mind.

And then, suddenly, there it was—the door marked “Stage.” Your heart pounded in your chest. The door opened, and you caught your first glimpse of the set pieces from behind. Brightly coloured lights lit up the backstage area, painting everything in vibrant hues. The tension became nearly unbearable.

“Wait here until the host calls your name. Have fun!” the staff member said with a smile before leaving you alone in suspense.

This was it. Just a few moments more, and your lifelong dream would finally begin.

The sounds of the audience reached you: cheering, laughter, and an excited buzz that only made your nerves climb higher. You peeked out from behind the set pieces and caught a glimpse of the colourful stage. A massive spinning wheel stood at the centre, surrounded by towering props in vibrant colours. The host’s voice boomed across the stage, full of energy as they hyped up the crowd. Your name hadn’t been called yet, but it felt like it could happen any second, and then... all eyes would be on you. You wiped your sweaty palms on the sides of your yellow shorts and took a deep breath. Whatever happened next, one thing was certain: this was going to get messy.

“And now,” the host’s voice boomed through the speakers, “it’s time to welcome our next brave contestant! Let’s hear a big round of applause for... !” Your name filled the air, followed by thunderous cheers and applause from the crowd. Your heart seemed to skip a beat, and your legs suddenly felt like lead. Yet somehow, you managed to move forward and stepped onto the stage, blinded by the bright lights and overwhelmed by the roar of the audience.

There she was, the host, a vision of glitter and glamour. Her sparkling silver jumpsuit, which shimmered as if made from thousands of tiny stars, fit wonderfully with her blond hair. She beamed at you, her energy radiating across the stage. “Welcome, welcome!” she called out enthusiastically, striding toward you. Before you knew it, you were standing in the middle of the stage. Everything felt surreal—like stepping into a dream too intense to be real. The host gave you a reassuring wink. “Are you ready?” she asked with a mischievous grin as the audience erupted into cheers.

With a graceful gesture, the host directed you to a bright yellow desk with a large red button on top. Nervously but with a genuine smile, you made your way over to the desk as the host turned her attention back to the audience. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to welcome our next member of Team Yellow! Let’s hear a huge round of applause for... Emma!” The crowd exploded in cheers again, and you felt a slight tremble in your legs as you watched Emma step onto the stage.

But then, everything froze. Your breath hitched, and your throat went dry. Emma? You could barely believe it. It was her—your coworker, the woman you’d had a massive crush on for months. Your eyes locked onto her as your brain raced to make sense of what you were seeing. What was she doing here?!

She looked around, her face glowing with excitement as she waved to the crowd and bounced with energy. She was wearing the exact same outfit as you—the white T-shirt, yellow shorts, and striped socks. It looked incredible on her body, and you felt a rush of admiration mixed with complete panic. You had never mustered the courage to talk to her before, always too afraid of embarrassing yourself. And now? Now she was here, centre stage, in the spotlight, looking completely at ease in a way you could only dream of.

Cheerfully, she skipped over to you and stood beside you behind the bright yellow desk. Your legs felt shaky as you stared at her with wide eyes. “Hey, what a surprise, huh?” she said with a broad smile, leaning in slightly. “I heard from some coworkers that you signed up for this, and I thought, why not? I love a bit of competition. But watch out—I always play to win!”

You tried to say something—a joke, a simple hello, anything. But your voice wouldn’t cooperate, and all you could feel was complete chaos in your head. It was like your brain was frozen. She laughed lightly, not noticing your internal meltdown, and turned her attention to the crowd.

Luckily, the host interrupted the moment. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to introduce the next team!” she said enthusiastically. You followed her gaze and saw the Blue Team being announced. To your left, behind a red desk, stood the Red Team, dressed in the same style as you but with red shorts and red-and-white striped socks. The studio buzzed with energy, the audience clapping and cheering, but your mind was stuck on one thing: Emma.

The host smiled widely: "And here they are—our brave contestants for tonight!" The spotlights swirled dramatically, illuminating all three teams as the audience erupted into cheers. She proceeded to explain what The Splosh Show was all about. A show where three teams compete in a series of chaotic mini-games to earn points for their "Splosh Meter"—a gauge that determines how much slime would rain down on you if you lost at the end.

For you, the goal of the evening was crystal clear: that meter had to fill up! The host warned that the chances of staying clean during the mini-games were slim. Each round was packed with surprises designed to ensure participants got delightfully messy. Ultimately, the team with the least slime on their meter would win the show and take home a cash prize.

An upbeat tune blasted through the studio as the first round began. The host stood on the spinning platform, which began to rotate slowly, her energy infectious as she explained the first challenge.

"For our opening game, we'll keep it simple... for now," she teased, flashing a mischievous grin. "Contestants, your only task is to stay on this spinning platform. The first team to fall will get the most slime, while the team that lasts the longest will get the least!"

The audience cheered and clapped, anticipation thick in the air. But the host wasn’t done yet. “Of course, this wouldn’t be The Splosh Show without a little extra twist!” She gestured to the spinning platform as a loud mechanical noise echoed through the studio.

The edge of the platform opened up, revealing a shimmering ring of water encircling it. The crowd erupted with excitement as a narrow, wobbly plank extended over the water, allowing the host to step off the platform with graceful ease.

"And now," she said with that signature mischievous smile, "this isn’t just any spinning platform. Welcome to… the Splosh Spinner!"

With a dramatic flourish, she led the contestants toward the platform. Your heart raced as Emma nudged you forward, practically shoving you toward the spinner. Everyone was required to remove their shoes, ensuring no one had any traction.

Huddled together with the other contestants, you stood on the platform in your socks, frantically trying to come up with a strategy. Emma, as determined as ever, seemed ready to stay on that platform forever. But your mind wandered—how could you "accidentally" pull her into the water? And, more importantly, how would she look soaking wet?

“BANG!” The round began with a loud crack, and the spinner accelerated far faster than you had anticipated. Disoriented, you quickly plopped down onto your butt to avoid sliding off too quickly. Suddenly, you felt arms wrapping tightly around you—Emma had grabbed you around the middle, pressing her body to yours.

“We’ve got this!” she said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with energy.

Other teams scrambled toward the centre of the platform, but it became clear this was no peaceful ride. The spinner picked up speed, the cheers of the audience roaring in your ears. One thought consumed you: get to the water—and take Emma with you.

"Hold on tight!" you tried to yell, your voice barely audible over the crowd's roar. But staying put was harder than it seemed. A contestant from the red team slid toward the edge, teetering precariously.

Emma clung to you, you could feel her body pressed on yours. She was helping you stay balanced, but her grip made it nearly impossible to make any sudden moves.

Then it happened. The girl from the red team let out a shriek as she lost her footing, tumbling off the spinner with an impressive splash. You barely had time to process it before everything started moving faster. Your grip tightened holding to Emma, but the centrifugal force was relentless. Together, the two of you slid toward the edge, feet slipping helplessly on the slick surface.

With a colossal splash, you both hit the water. The cold shock made you gasp as your clothes soaked through almost instantly. Gasping for air, you broke the surface, the audience erupting into wild applause.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Emma in front of you, her drenched T-shirt clinging to her, her hair dripping, and you noticed that she wasn’t even wearing a bra. She looked stunning, even amid the chaos.

“I couldn’t hold on anymore,” you tried to say, feigning innocence.

"The spinner was slippery," she replied cheerfully, brushing wet strands of hair from her face.

With three contestants in the water, the spinner continued its merciless rotation. The remaining competitors clung desperately to the centre, the stakes rising. One of the red team members aggressively shoved and pushed, determined to win.

One by one, the blue team members tumbled off the spinner, crashing into the water with dramatic splashes. The audience went wild, their cheers nearly deafening.

“And that means we have a winner!” the host’s voice boomed across the studio, her energy electrifying. “Team Red wins this round!”

“That was a wet first round!” she announced triumphantly, sending everyone back to their respective desks.

You couldn’t help but grin. The chaos was only just beginning.

"Let’s take a look at the Splosh meters!" her voice booms, accompanied by an upbeat tune reverberating through the studio. All eyes turn toward the massive meters that begin to glow. The red meter fills up first—one, two, three, four, five bars. A loud cheer erupts from the audience. Next, it’s Blue’s turn. One, two, three bars and the blue team jumps into the air with relief.

Finally, it’s yellow’s time. Your meter begins to fill, bar after bar, stopping at seven. The audience roars, but a wave of satisfaction courses through you. The plan is working exactly as you hoped.

Emma, however, seems to have different thoughts. Her cheerful expression shifts to a slight frown as she eyes the meter. "The next round will definitely go better," she says softly to you, with a determined glint in her eyes. You swallow and nod, trying to hide your satisfied grin.

The presenter claps her hands and addresses the audience again. "On to round two!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm contagious. The audience claps and cheers as a new jingle begins to play. The tension rises again as you both prepare for what’s to come.

The presenter turns to the camera with a wide smile. "For the second challenge, we’ve got something special planned! This one will be a real classic for The Splosh Show." She gestures toward the centre of the stage, where a giant obstacle course is revealed.

"The challenge is simple," she continues with sparkling energy. "Each team will choose one member to scramble through this slippery obstacle course. At the end of the course, there’s a bucket of eggs in your team’s colour. The first person to return and smash all five eggs on their teammate’s head wins! But..." She pauses, letting her mischievous gaze sweep across the teams. "The course has been generously coated in oil and slime. So, get ready for a slick adventure!"

The choice is tough. The idea of braving the filthy obstacle course yourself, while already soaked, is tempting. But on the other hand... how would it be to watch Emma struggling through the course, getting messier with each obstacle? You glance at her, her face glistening from the water, reflecting uncertainty.

"Should I take on the course?" she suddenly asks, her voice steady but tinged with curiosity. “I don’t like the mess, but I am good at climbing” she added.

You nod immediately, without hesitation. You can only think about how her athletic body will look even more stunning, covered in oil and slime.

"Great! Everyone has chosen who’ll tackle the course and who’ll handle the eggs!" the presenter announces excitedly. You walk, still dripping, to a chair at the starting point of the course. Ahead of you stand Emma and three other contestants, ready to begin. The tension is palpable.

"BANG!" The starting gun echoes through the studio, and the contestants dash onto the course.

Your eyes follow Emma as she climbs effortlessly over the first blocks. Beneath the obstacles lies a treacherous pool of thick, colourful slime. Contestants slip and fall, their screams mixing with the audience’s laughter. Emma dives smoothly through the tunnel, emerging completely coated in a layer of oil. Her clothes cling tightly to her body, glistening under the studio lights revealing her beautiful bodyline.

Chaos ensues at the ribbons. The sticky substance coating them traps contestants like flies in a web. Some barely make progress, but Emma weaves through skillfully. With a powerful shove, she pushes a girl from the blue team into a pool of green slime. You savour the sight as Emma powers her way toward the end.

She reaches the eggs first, grabs two, and starts her return journey. Determination shines on her face, even as she’s drenched head-to-toe in oil and slime. When she reaches you, you could easily her boobs under her shirt.

With a swift motion, she cracks an egg over your head. The yolk trickles down your face and onto your clothes, and you grin from ear to ear. As she smashes the second egg with a soft crack, you urge her on: "Get more, Emma! I want more!"

With a wink, she rushes back onto the course, showing her amazing back.

You watch as Emma and the others make several trips back and forth. Each time she returns, she’s even messier. The competition heats up, and you see Emma pushed headfirst into the slime multiple times.

Toward the end of the round, Emma and the red team dive into the tunnel simultaneously. It’s a chaotic battle; slick as they are, they struggle to shove each other aside. Emma is slammed into the ribbons and gets entangled. As she works to free herself, the red team grabs their final egg. Emma finally wriggles free, but the blue team overtakes her.

With a last burst of effort, Emma snatches your egg and gives chase. Just before the tunnel, she overtakes the boy from the red team, shoving him ruthlessly into the slime. She dives into the tunnel, her eyes blazing with determination. You see the blue team’s girl stumble and slip on the slick floor, her egg shattering on the ground. Suddenly, there’s hope again.

Emma emerges from the tunnel, focused and clutching the egg tightly. She sprints toward you, her entire body gleaming with oil and slime. With a short dash, she cracks the egg on your head, and you feel the sticky substance slowly slide down your back.

Emma throws her hands into the air, cheering triumphantly, utterly drenched and covered in slime, bouncing off the slime. Before you can say anything, she leaps onto you, pulling you into a tight hug. You feel the slime squish between your bodies as you wrap your arms around her.

"And we have a winner!" the presenter’s voice echoes through the studio. The audience erupts in cheers as Emma beams with joy.

Alongside the other contestants, all equally messy, you return to the desks. "Let’s see how this affects the Splosh meters!" the presenter continues.

You look up as your meter flickers. A new bar appears—bringing your total to eight! The red meter blinks and adds three bars. Blue’s meter shoots up with five new bars. The audience cheers and shouts.

"Incredible!" the presenter exclaims with genuine excitement. "Everyone’s tied at eight bars! This means we’re heading into an unbelievably intense final round!" Her voice overpowers even the audience’s roar. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you realize everything is about to be decided.

You glance at Emma, who’s still glowing, her eyes full of determination. This will be a finale no one will ever forget.

"The next round starts now!" the presenter announces with a daring smile. "Look up—see those large pipes above your heads? They’re filled with slippery, colourful slime. Here’s how it works: a correct answer deducts one bar from your Splosh meter and dumps a cascade of slime on the other teams. But... get it wrong? Your team gains an extra bar and gets drenched in slime. Once a team reaches ten bars, their meter is full, and they’re eliminated. Press your buzzer quickly to answer the question. Let’s see who will be tonight’s champion!"

The studio buzzes with energy as the lights flash. You look up at the menacing pipe above you and Emma, the glistening slime almost seeming to mock you. But instead of nerves, you feel a rush of anticipation and desire. You can only think about how much you hope you and Emma get as much of that slime as possible.

The studio lights dim, and a spotlight shines on the presenter as she builds the tension with a challenging smile. "Here comes the first question!" she calls out as the audience falls silent. A large question appears on the screen in bold letters:

"What is the exact circumference of the Earth in kilometres, rounded to the nearest thousand?"

You see everyone dive for their buzzers—Emma included. But she’s not fast enough. BZZZZ!—The red team buzzes in, their leader confidently shouting, "Forty thousand kilometres!"

The presenter laughs, glancing at her card. "Forty thousand kilometres... is correct!" she announces, as a triumphant bell rings through the studio.

Immediately, a metallic click echoes, followed by the loud hiss of a valve opening. You look up, knowing what’s coming. Emma throws an arm around you, pressing her head against yours.

A deluge of yellow slime pours down, engulfing you and Emma completely. This is what you came for. The sensation of the slime covering you feels incredible.

Wiping the slime from your eyes, you notice the blue team has also been drenched, their slime a vivid blue. Meanwhile, your meter now stands at nine, tied with blue, while red drops to seven.

"Just a little late, but we’ve got this," Emma laughs, wringing the yellow slime from her hair. The presenter gives the teams a playful look and declares, "This could be the end—a single wrong answer, and you’re out. So here’s a real brain-buster. Let’s see who’s the smartest here." She pauses dramatically as the next question flashes onto the screen:

"In what year was the first Nobel Prize awarded?"

The teams look at each other, their faces a mix of doubt and nerves. The seconds tick by, and the tension in the studio is palpable. And then—BZZZZ! Emma slams the button decisively!

She turns to you, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "I don’t know!" she whispers urgently. Seeing your chance to give a wrong answer deliberately, you shout with a hint of conviction, "1900!"

The presenter shakes her head and lets out an overly dramatic sigh. "Unfortunately, that’s incorrect!"

A loud click echoes through the studio, followed by the deafening sound of thick, yellow slime pouring from the tube above you all at once. The audience cheers and laughs as the slime completely drenches you both. You feel the sticky substance spreading over your head and shoulders, and you can’t help but grin.

With a sharp buzz, your splosh meter fills to the maximum—the inevitable loss. As the slime continues to drip, Emma turns to you and pulls you into a tight hug, her slimy body glistening. "I didn’t know," she laughs, "I just thought: press the button!"

You wipe the slime from your eyes and laugh back. "No problem, that was amazing!" you say, as streams of slime continue to drip from your hair.

The presenter’s voice rings out across the studio. "Unfortunately, Team Yellow... your splosh meter is full! That means you’ve lost the show!"

The show continues at full speed, and the battle between the blue and red teams reaches a boiling point. Question after question, the teams are drenched in showers of red and blue slime. The audience cheers wildly with every mistake, as the questions grow increasingly difficult. After a nail-biting series of answers, the red team finally falls short, and the blue team is declared the winner.

Amid loud applause and cheers, the host announces that the blue team has won an impressive cash prize. Their joy is palpable as the crowd continues to roar with excitement.

Then, with a mischievous smile, the host turns her attention to you and Emma, both still dripping in yellow slime. “But for tonight’s losers... we have one last surprise in store!” she announces, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The studio floor vibrates slightly as a massive tank is wheeled into the room. The tank comes to a halt, and you stare in awe at the enormous vat filled with thick, green slime. Just when you think it can’t get any better, a bench is positioned above the tank, complete with a tipping mechanism designed to send whoever sits on it plunging straight into the slime pool.

Your heart races with a mix of anticipation and excitement. You can hardly believe your eyes, and your thoughts race: Please let us fall into that slime as soon as possible!

The audience erupts into cheers as you and Emma are led toward the tank. You take your place on the bench, sitting close together. Emma reaches out and takes your hand, holding it tightly. Together, you look down at the shimmering, emerald-green slime beneath you. The thick, gooey substance seems to bubble slightly, almost as if it’s eagerly awaiting your descent. You move your feet slightly and manage to just touch the cold, sticky surface of the slime with your toes. Your mind is flooded with anticipation and excitement.

The host grabs her microphone, her grin radiating playful excitement as she calls out, “How dirty can we make you?” The audience erupts in loud cheers, and you can feel the anticipation in the air. You’re thinking only one thing: Let it happen now!

“Are you ready to get completely drenched in slime?” she teases, drawing out the moment even longer. You glance at Emma and catch her captivating eyes. For a fleeting second, there’s a flicker of hesitation, but then a mischievous sparkle appears. Her eyes seem to flirt, and the tension builds even higher.

Suddenly—BANG! The familiar sound from the previous rounds echoes through the studio, but this time it’s not signalling a question. Instead, you hear a sharp click beneath you. The bench tilts, and before you know it, you’re tumbling downward.

With a spectacular splash, you and Emma plunge into the thick, green slime. The sensation is incredible: warm, heavy, and smooth as it covers every inch of your body. As you resurface, you wipe the sticky slime from your face and glance around. There’s Emma, completely drenched, her hair dripping with slime as she sweeps it away from her face. You can’t take your eyes off her; she looks amazing, even covered in slime.

Before you can say anything, she catches your gaze. Her face lights up with pure joy and mischief. She leaps toward you, wraps her arms around you, and plants a thick, slimy kiss right on your lips. The audience lets out a collective “Ooooh!” as the kiss seems to last for minutes. This is the perfect moment—kissing with your crush, completely covered in a pool of slime.

But then the audience’s cheering grows even louder. You glance up to see what’s happening. To your surprise, the contestants from the blue and red teams are charging toward the host. They grab her, and without much resistance, drag her toward the slime tank. Before she knows it, she’s sent plunging into the green slime with a big splash.

Laughing, the host emerges, her body dripping with the gooey green mess. She looks straight at the camera and calls out, “Ladies and gentlemen, this was the very first episode of The Splosh Show! I hope you’ve enjoyed the chaos, and we’ll see you next week!”

Then she turns to you and Emma, who are still recovering from the slimy plunge. With a playful smile, she wraps an arm around both of you and says, “But first… one more dive together!” And with that, the three of you take one last, exuberant leap into the slime, as the audience roars with excitement and the credits roll.