Niall and Tom took to the stage.

Although extremely nervous, seeing Louis victory had installed the smallest bit of confidence in him, that he wished would grow.
He knew that if he lost it was all over, and The Wanted would win with a majority.

He had to win, or face humiliation once again.
The blow of the whistle caught him of guard. His mind was racing with thoughts.
He felt like he was in the hunger games, if he lost he faced social death.
Tom had already charged at him, when he zoned back, but he managed to dodge his thrust by ducking, tripping Tom over he fell flat on his face.
Now was Niall's chance.
He grabbed for the waistband, but his slippery hands lost grip and Tom fought his way out.
"You can do this!" Niall thought to himself and he wrestled Tom back onto the floor and grabbed hold of his waiatband.
He thought of the pain of his hanging wedgie, he wanted this to hurt just as that did.
He went of it and pulled the waistband deep into Toms ass.
"ahhh" he shouted, he grit his teeth to bare the pain.
Niall kept pulling, high and higher.
No one had seen him this charged before.
With a final tug. Briefs ripped right off under Tom and came clean off in Niall's hands, leaving Tom stark naked. Tears formed in his eyes, as he ran away to get dressed.

Niall had won, while the boys celebrated Harry gulped. It was all down to him. He gave Nathan a glance across the room, who was equally as nervous.

It was 2-2 now.
It was Harry's and Nathan's time to go.
Stripped to their white briefs, Harry picked his ass.
"These damn things are giving me wedgies already!" He thought.

The whistle blew and they both lunged at each other.
Arms wrapped round each other, they moved back and forth.
Harry gritted his teeth and grabbed hold of Nathan's leg holes, he lunged him in the air, bouncing him.
Nathan's balls squashed against Harry's chest, he winced in pain.
He kicked his legs and whacked Harry high in the balls.
He screamed and dropped him, curdling his aching manhood.
Nathan grabbed his opportunity and grabbed hold of Harry's underwear, losing them deep in his ass they began to tear at the seams.
Harry shouted, his ass burned and the fabric ripped though his crack.
Harry pushed away breaking free from the wedgie and grabbing Nathan back into the hugging position.
Nathan didn't let go Harry's waistband, pulling and pulling.
Harry too now had hold of Nathan's waistband, as they embraced they both pulled, but Harry's underwear gave way first, they ripped.
Harry let go as Nathan pulled his waistband over his head and stuffed it in his mouth.

The Wanted had won.

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Nathan taped Harry's mouth shut.
Tears formed in Harry's eyes and he looked to his left, the other boys hung in a row.
Ropes tied through their fresh pair of briefs over the ceiling bar, they kicked their legs frantically, squirming, the briefs held them all upright.
Tears were falling down most of thier cheeks as they sat further down into their underwear.
Balls burning like acid.
Muffling screams could be heard through their taped mouths.
"Shall we tape their legs too?" Siva asked.
"Nah leave them" max replied. "It's nice to see them squirm, reminds me of the nerd I used to wedgie at school."
This made them all kick and shout louder.
"You know what guys, we will leave you the pain of the press, it will probably only backfire in our faces, besides I think you've suffered enough for one day!" Jay laughed.
"Your clothes are round the back for when you get down, if you get down."
"Have fun hanging around."
The lights turned off. Pitch black.
They were alone.
They all swung frantically trying to make the underwear tear, but it only made the underwear tense more and rip deeper up their holes.
"This is worse then high school." Niall thought.
"This must be what hell feels like." Zayne thought.
"That's children out of the picture" thought Liam.
"This is so not over." Harry thought wanting revenge.
"Could be worse" Louis thought, always seeing the brighter side." They could have given us swirlies too" he sniggered through his taped mouth.