Kate Nash vs. Amy Studt the results
Kate Nash and Amy Studt were up for the public vote on the messy show Let Her Have It. This time there was a huge twist behind the scenes. This might have been the first messy vote in history where both contestants actually were hoping to lose the vote . Amy had always secretly craved getting a pie in the face, especially from Mr. G.. She was an avid viewer of the show and had wanted to be on the show for while. She had pictured herself receiving a pie in the face on numerous occasions. Kate had wanted to get gunged ever since she first saw someone get gunged when she was a child. It had always looked like loads of fun and she had always wanted to get the chance to have it happen to her. Now one of the two were going to get their wish. Of course, no one else knew this. They were both too embarrassed to admit any of this to anyone. One was going to get their wish on this evening.
Mr. G. opened the show as usual to a round of applause. “Today, backstage, we have two very talented singers who have very kindly agreed to put themselves up for the vote tonight. One of them will be getting messy tonight. The question is who. Both are very attractive redheads. I think that everyone is very excited about tonight. There is excitement in the studio tonight. This is going to be a lot of fun. I think that the ladies are looking forward to tonight as well. This is going to be so much fun. Let’s welcome them to the studio everyone.” The crowd cheered loudly. Kate and Amy both came on stage. Each was smiling and waiving. They both wore short polka dot dresses. Amy’s was blue and white, Kate’s was red and white. “Hello ladies,” Mr. G. said,” Welcome to the show.” “Hello,” each of them said. “That for having me,” Amy said. “Happy to be here,” Kate replied. “Of course, as we all know, as always, there is a lot on the line tonight. People have been voting feverishly to get to see their favourite covered in mess. There can only be one though. How are you ladies feeling this evening, nervous?,” he asked. “I’m fine,” Kate said,” I knew what I was getting myself in for. I am ready to take the mess if need be. It is going to be a fun evening either way, but I am ready for whatever may be slung my way.” “And Amy, what are your thoughts?,” Mr. G. asked. “ Well, let me first say that I am a big fan of the show and it is an honour to be asked to appear. I have wanted to be on the show for ages. Not many people know this, but I got super messy in one of my videos once and it was all my idea. I am ready for the mess if it comes my way as well. So I am not too worried.”
“Wow, it sounds like we have two very enthusiastic contestants here. This may be the first time ever where both parties felt this way. Don’t fight ladies. There is enough gunge to go around.” Kate and Amy looked at each other and pointed. They laughed. “I thought that I was the only one,” Amy laughed. “ Apparently not,” Kate replied. “Wow, this could get awkward,” Mr. G. said. “Yeah, we will be fighting for the gunge,” Amy said. “Well it will surely be me anyway. I am confident that I will get the most votes,” Kate said. “Don’t count on it. I have just as good a chance as you do. Everyone at home pick up the phones and vote for me,” Amy said, pressing her face close to the cameras. “No, no, no, I am the one you want,” Kate said, laughing, pushing her way in front. “Ladies, ladies, it is out of your hands. There is nothing either of you can do to change things now. We will have to just wait and see how it goes. And we will all find out together…after the break.” Kate and Amy gave disappointed faces and gave thumbs down as the show went to break.
When the break was over, Kate and Amy were show laughing and chatting together. “We have made up,” Kate said. “Yeah, let the best woman win,” Amy said. “That’s better Mr. G. said, “ In a few short minutes we will be announcing the results. Who will it be Amy of Kate?” The lights were lowered. The singers were shown in close up. Kate was shown pretending to bite her nails in anticipation and begging. Amy a was shown staring at her feet and concentrating. “So, are we all ready?,” Mr. G. asked. The audience responded with applause. Kate and Amy both yelled out,” Yeah” “Ok then, here we go,” Mr. G. said. The lights were lowered in the studio and the crowd was now silent. “Amt Studt… Kate Nash…both up for our messy vote today… Only one can win…,but who will it be. We are about to find out…” He stalled for time making the wait torturous for the girls. “Get on with it,” they shouted in unison. They also wished each other good luck. “ So here we are… our winner… with 68 percent of the votes is…….” He paused longer this time, making the wait almost unbearable. He could see how bad the women wanted to know the results. “The winner is…..Kate Nash!” Kate jumped up and down and screamed in pleasure. The audience cheered. Amy gave a disappointed smile and clapped reluctantly for Kate. “Well done,” she conceded. Kate celebrated she pumped her fist and laughed.
“So, Kate, you will be the one getting messy tonight. How do you feel about that?,” Mr. G. asked. Kate was almost out of breath. She laughed. “I am so happy. Thanks to everyone who voted for me. I can’t wait to feel what the mess feels like pouring on my head, down my face. I have always wanted to be in that position. I think I am going to love it. It’s going to be well funny.” She brushed back her beautiful thick red hair. “I just wonder what you have planned for me. It is going to be a huge surprise. I have no idea what is in store for me. I am up for anything. I have spent all week fantasizing and wondering about what might be getting poured on me. It is going to feel amazing. Imagine gooey gunge or food pouring all over me, who wouldn’t love that. If you say you wouldn’t you are lying.” She played with the ends of her hair in her fingers. “It’s all a bit naughty isn’t it. It will be all over my hair.” Kate looked absolutely adorable. She was now ready for the mess. Everything was now prepared for her. “ Ok then, we are all ready, so off we go,” Mr. G. said. She could hardly believe that this was actually going to happen for real. She had thought about this for so long and now it was really going to happen.
“Ok,” Mr. G. said,” Let’s see what we have in store for Kate today. Can I direct everyone’s attention to the curtain on the far left.” He held out his hand and motioned to the left. Everyone turned and looked. The curtain opened revealing some interesting looking devices. Everyone applauded. Amy laughed. Kate smiled. “Ok, Kate. It’s time for you to come with me.” He took her by the hand and the ran over to the left side of the stage. “Today, among other things, we will be using some messy devices from the past. Some that some of our fans will remember from the past. The first one is this one before us. This is what we call the Pie Pod. The Pie Pod is very simple. The target sits down in the specially designed and very comfy chair provided for them here.” He showed everyone as he went along. “The person placed their hands here and here,” motioning to the arms of the Pie Pod chair. The Pie Pod is then loaded with five pies. When we are ready, the Pie Pod releases the five pies one at a time straight at the target, in this case our good friend Kate Nash here. Hopefully landing right into Kate’s face.” He motioned for Amy to stand beside the Pie Pod where there was a cord hanging down. “On top of that, above the Pie Pod is something known as the crowning glory. After the pies have all been released, I want Amy here to pull this cord and release the crowning glory onto Kate.” The crowd cheered. “Does that sound good Kate,” he asked. “That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile. “I can’t wait to get in there.” “Off you go,” he replied. Kate carefully climbed up onto the Pie Pod and sat herself down on its seat. Her legs apart slightly, which gave the crowd a nice view of her underwear. She moved about and got into position. There was no goggles or plastic covering to protect Kate this time.
“Are you ready Kate?,” Mr. G. asked. “I am so ready,” she said. “Ready audience?,” he asked they responded enthusiastically. “Ok then, we will do a count down and then the Pie Pod will do its magic.” Mr. G. lead the audience in counting down from three. “Three…..two…one…..nail her!” Kate counted down with them. The Pie Pod then started to work. The first pie flew threw the air. It hit Kate on the chin and stuck to the top of her chest. She smiled but could not help but flinch a little on the moment of impact. Before she could react fully the second pie flew at her at landed with a thud on the left hand side of her head, covering part of her face with pie and sticking to the stirophome pie tin to her hair. She was going to try to remove it but before she could the third pie was already coming towards her. It collided with the right hand side of her head. She grunted as the pie hit her, covering part of her face and her beautiful hair with pie. When it hit it fell and knocked the other pie loose from her head. The fourth pie flew and hit Kate in her face straight on. Her whole face was now covered in pie. The audience laughing at her and cheering. The fifth pie then flew and hit Kate on her shoulder. It stuck to some of her thick hair and staid in place, pieing her chest. Mr. G. then motioned to Amy with his finger. She instantly pulled the cord on the crowning glory. The crowning glory was thick pink pie filling like gunge. It looked like Pepto-Bismol. Amy yanked the cord down. The crowning glory instantly fell from its place and fell straight onto Kate’s head in perfect placement. It poured down her head and face, mixing with the pie and falling down her shoulders and chest. Kate was smiling and laughing. She stuck her tongue out and made funny faces at the camera. She gave two thumbs up. She took the pie container that stuck to her hair and picked that off, pulling out her matted hair. She was trashed. The crowd laughed at her loudly. Even Mr. G. laughed. “So, Kate,” Mr. G. said, approaching her. “How was that for you?” “I love it!!,” Kate shouted, sticking her tongue out. “I must look like a total pig. I love the pie. It feels great, better than I expected.” “You look a bit messy,” he said. “I feel a bit messy. I bet everyone’s well jel,” she said, patting her hair and posing. “Well, Kate, there is more to come if you are up for it,” Mr. G. said. “Yeah of course. You can gunge me all night if you like. I am all yours,” she joked. “Ok then, come along with me,” he said.
Mr. G. reached out his hands and helped Kate up. She brushed aside some of the pie casings that had collected on her lap and stood up. She walked with him to the other side of the stage where another contraption stood waiting for her arrival. What stood before Kate was a very narrow dunk tank filled with cranberry coloured gunge. There was really no need to explain what was going to happen with this device. It was pretty obvious what was going to happen. There was a ladder on one side of the tank that lead to the seat that was suspended above the gunge. On the other side there was a target with a plunger. It was the kind of tank that when something hit the plunger the seat would give way and the person on it would be dropped into the gunge awaiting them below. Again, Mr. G. kindly took Kate by the hand and lead her up the ladder. She sat down on the seat and positioned herself correctly, adjusting her dress when she sat down. The ladder was then removed and Kate was left sat on her own suspended over the gunge. She waived her hands and screamed. Amy and Mr. G. then took position on the other side of the stage with a bucket of baseballs. Kate laughed and stuck her tongue out. “You can’t get me,” she teased. Amy grabbed the first baseball and threw it at the plunger. It fell way short. Kate laughed at her. “Na na na na na,” Kate teased. “You missed.” She took her thumbs and put them to her ears and wiggled her hands about teasing Amy. Amy picked up the next ball. She threw it much harder but it missed again quite badly. “You throw like a girl,” Kate teased. Amy threw another ball and again it missed. “Mr. G.,” Kate said,” Why don’t you have a go. Show her how its down. I would prefer you to dunk me anyway,” Kate said. Mr. G. spoke to Amy. “May I?,” he said. “Be my guest,” Amy replied. Mr. G. took the first ball he was given. He wound up and threw it. It hit the target square on. Before Kate had a chance to react, the seat gave way and she was hurled downwards into the gunge. She fell completely under the gunge. She was totally submerged. Also her dressed was hurled upwards when she hit the gunge, so she struggled to keep it down in order to cover her panties. Kate totally disappeared beneath the surface for a time. Eventually her head popped out and she was then able to stand up. She took both hands and pushed them over her face, clearing her eyes. She was completely covered from head to toe in cranberry coloured mess. She shook her head, splattering gunge all over. She was soaked. Her clothes and hair totally saturated. She pointed and laughed. She shivered. She stood waist deep in the gunge with her hands on her hips. She then put her hand on her stomach and gave a belly laugh. “Where can I buy one of these?,” she joked,” I need too get one for my house.” “You look great, Kate. How are you feeling?,” Mr. G. asked. “Never better,” she joked.
“Now Kate, we have even more planned for you, believe it or not,” Mr. G. said. “I’m ready when you are,” she said,” I can take whatever you want to dish out,” she said, sticking her tongue out. The whole top of the dunk tank was removed and wheeled away, leaving Kate waist deep in the gunge. “Ok Kate. So you have been pied, you have been gunged. I think it is time for some food to finish you off with. How does that sound,” Mr. G. asked. “That sounds delicious. I am absolutely starving. Some food would be wonderful thank you,” Kate giggled. “You’re such a good sport,” Mr. G. said to Kate under his breath to her. She licked her lips and grinned. Amy was then instructed that there were containers of food backstage and that she could bring them out one by one to pour over Kate. Amy smiled and agreed. She was having a great time, although part of her wished that she was on the receiving end rather than Kate.
Amy grabbed the first bucket. “The first bucket is a sort of tribute to you and your music Kate,” Mr. G. said,” Some of us will recall that Kate put out a single called pumpkin soup. Appropriately enough, that is exactly what we have prepared for you today Kate, a heaping helping of pumpkin soup.” “Very clever,” she said with a sarcastic smile,” I like what you did there. Very amusing,” she laughed. “Ok then, Amy, when you are ready, please serve up the pumpkin soup for Kate here.” Amy lifted the bucket and showed the crowd the contents. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth and then raised the bucket, standing behind Kate. Kate shut her eyes tightly and tensed up her shoulders, waiting for the moment of impact. Amy raised and tipped the bucket over Kate’s head. She struggled to pour it at first, causing the first bit to fall on top of Kate’s head and onto the back of her hair. She then moved the bucket forward, aiming the pumpkin sound over the top of Kate’s head. The thick orange and brown mess trickled down the centre of Kate’s head and then down over her hair and the sides of her face. It then poured down her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The pumpkin soup now made its way around Kate’s pale white face and her freckles. She opened her mouth a squealed as the soup poured down her cheeks. More poured across Kate’s neck and down over her shoulders. It made its way down her dress and body. Puddles of it landed in the gunge that already was up to Kate’s waist. This left bits of orange and brown mess on the top of the gunge. Kate splashed around in the gunge. She rubbed the soup on her arms and patted her cheeks before giving a giggle. She could not help but laugh at herself. “Pumpkin Soup,” she said in a half singing voice. “I will think of this moment every time that I sing that song now. It will not leave my memory I don’t think,” she said.
Amy was then instructed to grab the next item, which was an enormous pan of leftover lasagne. The lasagne was real. It looked as though it had been sitting in the pan for a few days. It looked and smelled disgusting. “Leftover Lasagne,” Mr. G. said, eliciting a cheer from the audience. Kate was laughing her backside off by this time. “I love lasagne,” she said,” You are so thoughtful. I did not eat before the show.” Amy and Mr. G. raised the tray together and turned it completely upside down over Kate’s head. For a second the lasagne just stayed in place. It did not fall out at first. Mr. G. had to give it a nudge with his hand. At that point the lasagne fell in two segments down over Kate. The first bit fell onto Kate’s head. It fell apart on impact. An array of noodles, cheese, beef and various sauces fell and stuck to Kate’s face and hair. The second half of the lasagne followed. This part fell onto Kate’s face and then fell into the collected mess that was accumulating in the tank that Kate stood in. Kate gave a half happy, have disgusted, half defeated look as stood covered in the lasagne. Sauce and cheese were all over her face. The redish colour looked great on her pale white skin and next to her pretty red hair. Her thick hair had bits of meat and noodles dangling from it. Halves of lasagne strips stuck in her hair. She laughed and shook her head. “What’s next?,” she asked in a resigned tone.
She could hardly believe it when the word tuna casserole was mentioned. Mr. G. helped Amy bring out a huge casserole dish, almost identical to the lasagne pan brimming with tuna casserole. It was disgusting mixture of tuna fish, cheese, bow tie noodles, sweet corn and a kind of white sauce. It gave off a musty rotten fish sort of odour. It too looked like it had been sitting for days to rot. This time Amy and Mr. G. carried the tray and placed it in front of Kate. They stood on opposite sides of her. She smiled with a twinkle in her eye. The two looked at each other and winked. They lifted the tray and pushed it straight into Kate’s face. She fell a bit backwards as the tray was emptied into her face. The rubbed it around in her face. The contents of the tray fell out onto Kate’s face and down her body. When the removed the tray, it was revealed that Kate’s face was completely covered in the saucy tuna mixture. She took her thumb and index finger and cleared her eyes. She took her hands and flicked some of the mess from her hair and face. The tuna mixture was almost gray in colour. Amy and Mr. G. high-fived. The mess in the tank that Kate stood in was now really starting to collect. It was almost to her breast line now.
It was then revealed that only one last bucket was left for Kate. The final bucket was a combination of tinned alphabet spaghetti, baked beans and spam. It was all mixed in one bucket to make and even more disgusting mess for Kate to enjoy. Mr. G. explained to the crowd what it was. There were a few groans, yucks, and that’s disgusting uttered by members of the audience. He showed it to Kate. “I don’t know if I am that hungry,” Kate joked. She gave a huge laugh. “Ok Kate, here it comes,” Mr. G. said. Mr. G. and Amy lifted the heavy bucket together. Kate crouched down a little to make it easier for them to empty the bucket on her. Her chin just above the slop level of the tank. Kate looked up as the collected mess began to pour down onto her face. Everything floated in a dark red sauce. Kate quickly closed her eyes as the mess fell straight onto her face. Her face was instantly covered in beans, tiny spaghetti letters and chunks of spam. She could feel it over her nose and mouth. They did not stop pouring it. The mess piled on her face and head. She put her hands on the sides of her face as more fell, clearing away some of the mess and pushing it into the tank. The mess seemed to pour forever. Kate splashed in the mess. She was now almost chin deep in the mess anyway. When the flow ceased, Kate was left with beans and spaghetti stuck all over face and hair. Her sexy neck was covered as well. She felt submerged in mess. She could almost swim in the mess that she stood in. The audience cheered for her.
It was now time to help Kate out of the tank. The ladder was brought over, but it was very slippery. Kate tried to get out but repeatedly fell back in with a splash. Mr. G., in the end had to reach out his hand to try to pull her out. She grabbed his hand and attempted to get out. Finally she wrapped her messy arms around him and he pulled her out. Her skirt up in the air. She wiped herself down a bit and waived to the audience. “Everyone, Kate Nash, she has been a fantastic guest tonight. Let’s hear it for her.” The crowd applauded. Kate laughed and bowed. “Thanks for having me and thanks to all of you who voted. I really enjoyed myself. I would recommend that to anyone.” As the show closed, she smiled and waived, dripping with spaghetti and beans the whole time.
Kate Nash and Amy Studt were up for the public vote on the messy show Let Her Have It. This time there was a huge twist behind the scenes. This might have been the first messy vote in history where both contestants actually were hoping to lose the vote . Amy had always secretly craved getting a pie in the face, especially from Mr. G.. She was an avid viewer of the show and had wanted to be on the show for while. She had pictured herself receiving a pie in the face on numerous occasions. Kate had wanted to get gunged ever since she first saw someone get gunged when she was a child. It had always looked like loads of fun and she had always wanted to get the chance to have it happen to her. Now one of the two were going to get their wish. Of course, no one else knew this. They were both too embarrassed to admit any of this to anyone. One was going to get their wish on this evening.
Mr. G. opened the show as usual to a round of applause. “Today, backstage, we have two very talented singers who have very kindly agreed to put themselves up for the vote tonight. One of them will be getting messy tonight. The question is who. Both are very attractive redheads. I think that everyone is very excited about tonight. There is excitement in the studio tonight. This is going to be a lot of fun. I think that the ladies are looking forward to tonight as well. This is going to be so much fun. Let’s welcome them to the studio everyone.” The crowd cheered loudly. Kate and Amy both came on stage. Each was smiling and waiving. They both wore short polka dot dresses. Amy’s was blue and white, Kate’s was red and white. “Hello ladies,” Mr. G. said,” Welcome to the show.” “Hello,” each of them said. “That for having me,” Amy said. “Happy to be here,” Kate replied. “Of course, as we all know, as always, there is a lot on the line tonight. People have been voting feverishly to get to see their favourite covered in mess. There can only be one though. How are you ladies feeling this evening, nervous?,” he asked. “I’m fine,” Kate said,” I knew what I was getting myself in for. I am ready to take the mess if need be. It is going to be a fun evening either way, but I am ready for whatever may be slung my way.” “And Amy, what are your thoughts?,” Mr. G. asked. “ Well, let me first say that I am a big fan of the show and it is an honour to be asked to appear. I have wanted to be on the show for ages. Not many people know this, but I got super messy in one of my videos once and it was all my idea. I am ready for the mess if it comes my way as well. So I am not too worried.”
“Wow, it sounds like we have two very enthusiastic contestants here. This may be the first time ever where both parties felt this way. Don’t fight ladies. There is enough gunge to go around.” Kate and Amy looked at each other and pointed. They laughed. “I thought that I was the only one,” Amy laughed. “ Apparently not,” Kate replied. “Wow, this could get awkward,” Mr. G. said. “Yeah, we will be fighting for the gunge,” Amy said. “Well it will surely be me anyway. I am confident that I will get the most votes,” Kate said. “Don’t count on it. I have just as good a chance as you do. Everyone at home pick up the phones and vote for me,” Amy said, pressing her face close to the cameras. “No, no, no, I am the one you want,” Kate said, laughing, pushing her way in front. “Ladies, ladies, it is out of your hands. There is nothing either of you can do to change things now. We will have to just wait and see how it goes. And we will all find out together…after the break.” Kate and Amy gave disappointed faces and gave thumbs down as the show went to break.
When the break was over, Kate and Amy were show laughing and chatting together. “We have made up,” Kate said. “Yeah, let the best woman win,” Amy said. “That’s better Mr. G. said, “ In a few short minutes we will be announcing the results. Who will it be Amy of Kate?” The lights were lowered. The singers were shown in close up. Kate was shown pretending to bite her nails in anticipation and begging. Amy a was shown staring at her feet and concentrating. “So, are we all ready?,” Mr. G. asked. The audience responded with applause. Kate and Amy both yelled out,” Yeah” “Ok then, here we go,” Mr. G. said. The lights were lowered in the studio and the crowd was now silent. “Amt Studt… Kate Nash…both up for our messy vote today… Only one can win…,but who will it be. We are about to find out…” He stalled for time making the wait torturous for the girls. “Get on with it,” they shouted in unison. They also wished each other good luck. “ So here we are… our winner… with 68 percent of the votes is…….” He paused longer this time, making the wait almost unbearable. He could see how bad the women wanted to know the results. “The winner is…..Kate Nash!” Kate jumped up and down and screamed in pleasure. The audience cheered. Amy gave a disappointed smile and clapped reluctantly for Kate. “Well done,” she conceded. Kate celebrated she pumped her fist and laughed.
“So, Kate, you will be the one getting messy tonight. How do you feel about that?,” Mr. G. asked. Kate was almost out of breath. She laughed. “I am so happy. Thanks to everyone who voted for me. I can’t wait to feel what the mess feels like pouring on my head, down my face. I have always wanted to be in that position. I think I am going to love it. It’s going to be well funny.” She brushed back her beautiful thick red hair. “I just wonder what you have planned for me. It is going to be a huge surprise. I have no idea what is in store for me. I am up for anything. I have spent all week fantasizing and wondering about what might be getting poured on me. It is going to feel amazing. Imagine gooey gunge or food pouring all over me, who wouldn’t love that. If you say you wouldn’t you are lying.” She played with the ends of her hair in her fingers. “It’s all a bit naughty isn’t it. It will be all over my hair.” Kate looked absolutely adorable. She was now ready for the mess. Everything was now prepared for her. “ Ok then, we are all ready, so off we go,” Mr. G. said. She could hardly believe that this was actually going to happen for real. She had thought about this for so long and now it was really going to happen.
“Ok,” Mr. G. said,” Let’s see what we have in store for Kate today. Can I direct everyone’s attention to the curtain on the far left.” He held out his hand and motioned to the left. Everyone turned and looked. The curtain opened revealing some interesting looking devices. Everyone applauded. Amy laughed. Kate smiled. “Ok, Kate. It’s time for you to come with me.” He took her by the hand and the ran over to the left side of the stage. “Today, among other things, we will be using some messy devices from the past. Some that some of our fans will remember from the past. The first one is this one before us. This is what we call the Pie Pod. The Pie Pod is very simple. The target sits down in the specially designed and very comfy chair provided for them here.” He showed everyone as he went along. “The person placed their hands here and here,” motioning to the arms of the Pie Pod chair. The Pie Pod is then loaded with five pies. When we are ready, the Pie Pod releases the five pies one at a time straight at the target, in this case our good friend Kate Nash here. Hopefully landing right into Kate’s face.” He motioned for Amy to stand beside the Pie Pod where there was a cord hanging down. “On top of that, above the Pie Pod is something known as the crowning glory. After the pies have all been released, I want Amy here to pull this cord and release the crowning glory onto Kate.” The crowd cheered. “Does that sound good Kate,” he asked. “That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile. “I can’t wait to get in there.” “Off you go,” he replied. Kate carefully climbed up onto the Pie Pod and sat herself down on its seat. Her legs apart slightly, which gave the crowd a nice view of her underwear. She moved about and got into position. There was no goggles or plastic covering to protect Kate this time.
“Are you ready Kate?,” Mr. G. asked. “I am so ready,” she said. “Ready audience?,” he asked they responded enthusiastically. “Ok then, we will do a count down and then the Pie Pod will do its magic.” Mr. G. lead the audience in counting down from three. “Three…..two…one…..nail her!” Kate counted down with them. The Pie Pod then started to work. The first pie flew threw the air. It hit Kate on the chin and stuck to the top of her chest. She smiled but could not help but flinch a little on the moment of impact. Before she could react fully the second pie flew at her at landed with a thud on the left hand side of her head, covering part of her face with pie and sticking to the stirophome pie tin to her hair. She was going to try to remove it but before she could the third pie was already coming towards her. It collided with the right hand side of her head. She grunted as the pie hit her, covering part of her face and her beautiful hair with pie. When it hit it fell and knocked the other pie loose from her head. The fourth pie flew and hit Kate in her face straight on. Her whole face was now covered in pie. The audience laughing at her and cheering. The fifth pie then flew and hit Kate on her shoulder. It stuck to some of her thick hair and staid in place, pieing her chest. Mr. G. then motioned to Amy with his finger. She instantly pulled the cord on the crowning glory. The crowning glory was thick pink pie filling like gunge. It looked like Pepto-Bismol. Amy yanked the cord down. The crowning glory instantly fell from its place and fell straight onto Kate’s head in perfect placement. It poured down her head and face, mixing with the pie and falling down her shoulders and chest. Kate was smiling and laughing. She stuck her tongue out and made funny faces at the camera. She gave two thumbs up. She took the pie container that stuck to her hair and picked that off, pulling out her matted hair. She was trashed. The crowd laughed at her loudly. Even Mr. G. laughed. “So, Kate,” Mr. G. said, approaching her. “How was that for you?” “I love it!!,” Kate shouted, sticking her tongue out. “I must look like a total pig. I love the pie. It feels great, better than I expected.” “You look a bit messy,” he said. “I feel a bit messy. I bet everyone’s well jel,” she said, patting her hair and posing. “Well, Kate, there is more to come if you are up for it,” Mr. G. said. “Yeah of course. You can gunge me all night if you like. I am all yours,” she joked. “Ok then, come along with me,” he said.
Mr. G. reached out his hands and helped Kate up. She brushed aside some of the pie casings that had collected on her lap and stood up. She walked with him to the other side of the stage where another contraption stood waiting for her arrival. What stood before Kate was a very narrow dunk tank filled with cranberry coloured gunge. There was really no need to explain what was going to happen with this device. It was pretty obvious what was going to happen. There was a ladder on one side of the tank that lead to the seat that was suspended above the gunge. On the other side there was a target with a plunger. It was the kind of tank that when something hit the plunger the seat would give way and the person on it would be dropped into the gunge awaiting them below. Again, Mr. G. kindly took Kate by the hand and lead her up the ladder. She sat down on the seat and positioned herself correctly, adjusting her dress when she sat down. The ladder was then removed and Kate was left sat on her own suspended over the gunge. She waived her hands and screamed. Amy and Mr. G. then took position on the other side of the stage with a bucket of baseballs. Kate laughed and stuck her tongue out. “You can’t get me,” she teased. Amy grabbed the first baseball and threw it at the plunger. It fell way short. Kate laughed at her. “Na na na na na,” Kate teased. “You missed.” She took her thumbs and put them to her ears and wiggled her hands about teasing Amy. Amy picked up the next ball. She threw it much harder but it missed again quite badly. “You throw like a girl,” Kate teased. Amy threw another ball and again it missed. “Mr. G.,” Kate said,” Why don’t you have a go. Show her how its down. I would prefer you to dunk me anyway,” Kate said. Mr. G. spoke to Amy. “May I?,” he said. “Be my guest,” Amy replied. Mr. G. took the first ball he was given. He wound up and threw it. It hit the target square on. Before Kate had a chance to react, the seat gave way and she was hurled downwards into the gunge. She fell completely under the gunge. She was totally submerged. Also her dressed was hurled upwards when she hit the gunge, so she struggled to keep it down in order to cover her panties. Kate totally disappeared beneath the surface for a time. Eventually her head popped out and she was then able to stand up. She took both hands and pushed them over her face, clearing her eyes. She was completely covered from head to toe in cranberry coloured mess. She shook her head, splattering gunge all over. She was soaked. Her clothes and hair totally saturated. She pointed and laughed. She shivered. She stood waist deep in the gunge with her hands on her hips. She then put her hand on her stomach and gave a belly laugh. “Where can I buy one of these?,” she joked,” I need too get one for my house.” “You look great, Kate. How are you feeling?,” Mr. G. asked. “Never better,” she joked.
“Now Kate, we have even more planned for you, believe it or not,” Mr. G. said. “I’m ready when you are,” she said,” I can take whatever you want to dish out,” she said, sticking her tongue out. The whole top of the dunk tank was removed and wheeled away, leaving Kate waist deep in the gunge. “Ok Kate. So you have been pied, you have been gunged. I think it is time for some food to finish you off with. How does that sound,” Mr. G. asked. “That sounds delicious. I am absolutely starving. Some food would be wonderful thank you,” Kate giggled. “You’re such a good sport,” Mr. G. said to Kate under his breath to her. She licked her lips and grinned. Amy was then instructed that there were containers of food backstage and that she could bring them out one by one to pour over Kate. Amy smiled and agreed. She was having a great time, although part of her wished that she was on the receiving end rather than Kate.
Amy grabbed the first bucket. “The first bucket is a sort of tribute to you and your music Kate,” Mr. G. said,” Some of us will recall that Kate put out a single called pumpkin soup. Appropriately enough, that is exactly what we have prepared for you today Kate, a heaping helping of pumpkin soup.” “Very clever,” she said with a sarcastic smile,” I like what you did there. Very amusing,” she laughed. “Ok then, Amy, when you are ready, please serve up the pumpkin soup for Kate here.” Amy lifted the bucket and showed the crowd the contents. She widened her eyes and opened her mouth and then raised the bucket, standing behind Kate. Kate shut her eyes tightly and tensed up her shoulders, waiting for the moment of impact. Amy raised and tipped the bucket over Kate’s head. She struggled to pour it at first, causing the first bit to fall on top of Kate’s head and onto the back of her hair. She then moved the bucket forward, aiming the pumpkin sound over the top of Kate’s head. The thick orange and brown mess trickled down the centre of Kate’s head and then down over her hair and the sides of her face. It then poured down her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The pumpkin soup now made its way around Kate’s pale white face and her freckles. She opened her mouth a squealed as the soup poured down her cheeks. More poured across Kate’s neck and down over her shoulders. It made its way down her dress and body. Puddles of it landed in the gunge that already was up to Kate’s waist. This left bits of orange and brown mess on the top of the gunge. Kate splashed around in the gunge. She rubbed the soup on her arms and patted her cheeks before giving a giggle. She could not help but laugh at herself. “Pumpkin Soup,” she said in a half singing voice. “I will think of this moment every time that I sing that song now. It will not leave my memory I don’t think,” she said.
Amy was then instructed to grab the next item, which was an enormous pan of leftover lasagne. The lasagne was real. It looked as though it had been sitting in the pan for a few days. It looked and smelled disgusting. “Leftover Lasagne,” Mr. G. said, eliciting a cheer from the audience. Kate was laughing her backside off by this time. “I love lasagne,” she said,” You are so thoughtful. I did not eat before the show.” Amy and Mr. G. raised the tray together and turned it completely upside down over Kate’s head. For a second the lasagne just stayed in place. It did not fall out at first. Mr. G. had to give it a nudge with his hand. At that point the lasagne fell in two segments down over Kate. The first bit fell onto Kate’s head. It fell apart on impact. An array of noodles, cheese, beef and various sauces fell and stuck to Kate’s face and hair. The second half of the lasagne followed. This part fell onto Kate’s face and then fell into the collected mess that was accumulating in the tank that Kate stood in. Kate gave a half happy, have disgusted, half defeated look as stood covered in the lasagne. Sauce and cheese were all over her face. The redish colour looked great on her pale white skin and next to her pretty red hair. Her thick hair had bits of meat and noodles dangling from it. Halves of lasagne strips stuck in her hair. She laughed and shook her head. “What’s next?,” she asked in a resigned tone.
She could hardly believe it when the word tuna casserole was mentioned. Mr. G. helped Amy bring out a huge casserole dish, almost identical to the lasagne pan brimming with tuna casserole. It was disgusting mixture of tuna fish, cheese, bow tie noodles, sweet corn and a kind of white sauce. It gave off a musty rotten fish sort of odour. It too looked like it had been sitting for days to rot. This time Amy and Mr. G. carried the tray and placed it in front of Kate. They stood on opposite sides of her. She smiled with a twinkle in her eye. The two looked at each other and winked. They lifted the tray and pushed it straight into Kate’s face. She fell a bit backwards as the tray was emptied into her face. The rubbed it around in her face. The contents of the tray fell out onto Kate’s face and down her body. When the removed the tray, it was revealed that Kate’s face was completely covered in the saucy tuna mixture. She took her thumb and index finger and cleared her eyes. She took her hands and flicked some of the mess from her hair and face. The tuna mixture was almost gray in colour. Amy and Mr. G. high-fived. The mess in the tank that Kate stood in was now really starting to collect. It was almost to her breast line now.
It was then revealed that only one last bucket was left for Kate. The final bucket was a combination of tinned alphabet spaghetti, baked beans and spam. It was all mixed in one bucket to make and even more disgusting mess for Kate to enjoy. Mr. G. explained to the crowd what it was. There were a few groans, yucks, and that’s disgusting uttered by members of the audience. He showed it to Kate. “I don’t know if I am that hungry,” Kate joked. She gave a huge laugh. “Ok Kate, here it comes,” Mr. G. said. Mr. G. and Amy lifted the heavy bucket together. Kate crouched down a little to make it easier for them to empty the bucket on her. Her chin just above the slop level of the tank. Kate looked up as the collected mess began to pour down onto her face. Everything floated in a dark red sauce. Kate quickly closed her eyes as the mess fell straight onto her face. Her face was instantly covered in beans, tiny spaghetti letters and chunks of spam. She could feel it over her nose and mouth. They did not stop pouring it. The mess piled on her face and head. She put her hands on the sides of her face as more fell, clearing away some of the mess and pushing it into the tank. The mess seemed to pour forever. Kate splashed in the mess. She was now almost chin deep in the mess anyway. When the flow ceased, Kate was left with beans and spaghetti stuck all over face and hair. Her sexy neck was covered as well. She felt submerged in mess. She could almost swim in the mess that she stood in. The audience cheered for her.
It was now time to help Kate out of the tank. The ladder was brought over, but it was very slippery. Kate tried to get out but repeatedly fell back in with a splash. Mr. G., in the end had to reach out his hand to try to pull her out. She grabbed his hand and attempted to get out. Finally she wrapped her messy arms around him and he pulled her out. Her skirt up in the air. She wiped herself down a bit and waived to the audience. “Everyone, Kate Nash, she has been a fantastic guest tonight. Let’s hear it for her.” The crowd applauded. Kate laughed and bowed. “Thanks for having me and thanks to all of you who voted. I really enjoyed myself. I would recommend that to anyone.” As the show closed, she smiled and waived, dripping with spaghetti and beans the whole time.
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