The Dennehys, version two, wait in the ring. This was a moment they'd anticipated for a long time. It is a first for Natalie, the busty, sturdy brunette in black sports bra and g-string. It is a remembrance of glory days past and to be again for Cathy. The elder cousin wears a baby blue version of Natalie's garb, Dennehy nervously adjusting her ponytail, tightening it a little, and brushing back a few stands of jet black hair.

She looks over her shoulder at Natalie, standing behind her, tanned and 20 pound heavier, her cousin's brown hair, worn shorter, is still tied back in a ponytail.

The women slap each other on the shoulder and nod in silent agreement. The stage wouldn't get any bigger. It's time for Cathy to prove she still has the goods and for Natalie to prove she's more than a capable fill-in for Shannen and that she's a champion in her own right. And all they have to do is beat the hottest, baddest bundle of power and persistence that was every wrapped up in 61 inches of brawn, boobs, and yes, brains. The World Champ was a force of nature and they'd have to control her ... somehow, most experts thought by controlling her partner, though that would be no easy task in its own right.

The lights dim, a hush falls over the crowd, but there is the unmistakable electrical buzz of excitement coursing through the spectators. Then, Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air. Precisely as the drum roll thunders in, a shower of sparks explodes from above, showering the entire arena in momentarily blinding light. Then, at the top of the ramp, Chrissy Daniel and Megan Lilly appear; hands on her hips, smugly mischievous smirks on their lips. They then strut down toward the ring, hips swiveling with every self-assured step. Chrissy is clad in a black leather bikini top, red bikini briefs, and black ankle boots, with her wrists taped up in red. Megan's ensemble is similar, but the mirror opposite. Where Chrissy's is red, Megan's is black, and vice versa.

One detail that is the same on both: the FAWN Tag team Championship belts, shining reflected light from around their waists.

The voluptuous hellions make their way into the ring, all eyes on them, taking the stairs slowly so as to savor the moment. They slip through the ropes in a manner that's almost seductive. Chrissy flips her lustrous hair back with her hand, then shadow boxes a couple of punches as she heads to her corner, while Megan places a foot on the bottom rope, leaning over to give her favorite broadcaster, Buck Ansome, a blown kiss... and a better look at her impressive cleavage.
Mounting the middle ropes on either side of opposite ring post and looking out at the throng of spectators, they raise their arms in a sign of impending victory, the waves of cheers cascading over her. They then jump down and turn to face the ring, bouncing back and forth on the balls of their feet. The Killer Imp and the Prodigy are in the house, and woe to all who dare oppose them!

Stepping forward, Cathy points a finger at the Champs.

"You remember when the Dennehys met you for the belt last time, don't you Chrissy? We kicked your asses and became the best champions FAWN's ever seen, you and your flunking flunky VERY much included."

"What I remember," Chrissy replies with the nonchalance of someone with supreme confidence, "is that I let you beat up my stupid bitch of a sister and hold onto these belts until I could get a partner worthy of me. And you did that with Shannen who got smart and got out of my way. I have a feeling Missy would have beaten the both of you two putzes."

Cathy and Chrissy are nearly chest-to-much-larger-chest at this point and the referee intervenes. He motions for Natalie and Megan to leave the ring and then calls for the bell, quickly sliding out of the way, Chrissy and Cathy locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up.

Chrissy starts backing Cathy down, but changes up and drops to one knee, scooping The Dirty One off the mat in a Fireman's Carry and tossing her over the other side, Cathy landing roughly on her back and ivory backside. She tries to scramble to her feet, but Chrissy is able to grab an ankle as she does so. Daniel pulls it high as Cathy bounces on one foot, growling and taking righty swipes at the Killer Imp. After one that leaves Cathy slightly off-balance, Chrissy pushes the captured leg away, spinning the raven-haired veteran into a short clothesline that spins Cathy 270 degrees on her vertical, Dennehy backflipping and then some, courtesy of Chrissy's extraordinary might.

"You aren't dealing with Missy anymore, Cow-slut," Chrissy says, reaching for a wrist to gather up her foe.

But Cathy uses the opportunity to grab a handhold of her own, grabbing Chrissy's proffered arm, and monkeyflips the dirty blonde fireplug to the canvas. Both women are quick to their feet, but it is Daniel with the emphatic statement, sending Cathy rocketing to her back with a shoulderblock.

Dennehy pushes to her feet with enthusiasm, ready to even the score, but Chrissy collects the hard-charging Texan around the waist, spins, and sits out to a mat-thumping spinebuster, the Dirty One's upper body spasming from the force of the impact. Chrissy pushes her flaccid legs away, getting directly in Cathy's slightly vacant features, instead of going for an early pin.

"You might have been something last century, Dirty Douche," Chrissy barks, "but this is my time and MY FAWN."

Daniel pulls Cathy to unsteady feet by her ponytail, then grabs a wrist and buggywhips her into the buckles and an awaiting Megan. Dennehy slams into the corner, her spine curling in anguish. Megan's freckled arms reach forward and cement Cathy in place for an already-charging baby bull. Chrissy leaps forward at the last moment and hits the corner squash, her entire body a crushing, bludgeoning wall of shapely flesh. A deep grunt escapes Cathy's lips and Megan can feel her slacken. The redhead releases and lets the former champ seep to the mat, her body sliding down that of the smirking Chrissy. The dirty blonde slaps Lilly a high-five and the redhead deftly slips through the cables.

Megan lifts Cathy to her feet and sends her hurtling to the ropes with an Irish whip. The youngster sets up for Cathy's return in the middle of the ring and launches Cathy skyward with a perfect back body drop that has the diminutive Dennehy flipping through the Miami heavens, gravity placing a heavy burden on the veteran's spine when she comes back to earth with a ‘WHAP'. Megan stays on the offensive, scooping Cathy off the canvas and steadying her on a shoulder for a power slam, but The Dirty One wriggles free out the back side, dropping behind the redhead. When Megan spins to reacquire, Dennehy is ready with a rake to her blue-gray peepers, Lilly squealing as she is blinded by the scraping nails.

Always opportunistic, Cathy is quick to shift the momentum in her favor, grabbing dual handfuls of Megan's long auburn locks. She hair-mares Megan to the mat, the redhead's nubile ivory body flipping forward, healthy derriere providing a modicum of cushion to her landing. Still, when Cathy repeats the process once and twice more, the look on her face is half-scrambled from the flips and half-anguish from the butt bumps and spine compression. After the third trip, Cathy boots her soccer-style with a kick to the back of her skull, the Prodigy's body flopping forward between extended legs. When Lilly's wilting body pops back to a seated position, Cathy shows her own athletic prowess, falling back into the ropes, running foward and somersaulting over the redhead. As she falls, Cathy grabs Megan by the back of the head, jerking her victim's neck forwards and downwards, forcing the limber Megan to headbutt herself in the crotch with a nasty neck snap. Megan's body springs open like a trap, the Prodigy left spreadeagled and dazed.

Cathy hops to her feet and basks in the unfamilair glow of a supportive crowd. She spies a poster of her applying a facesit to some poor schlub. In bright red letters below "Finishing School, indeed." She points to the owner of the message, smiling, then to Lilly.

"We're going to find out just how Prodigous she is," Cathy shouts.

Taking advantage and a dual grip of Megan's considerable bounty, Dennehy tucks in with a double breast claw, Megan immediately squealing and squirming. She can feel her breasts savaged as Cathy's talons dig into the malleable flesh, the Cat's ClawS instantly realized to be as good as advertised.

"NOOAHHHH" Megan wails, only increasing the twisting of her titties as she tries to wriggle free, but nothing is breaking the iron grip and THEN to the astonishment of all, particulalrly the gasping, screaming Megan, Cathy pulls Lilly to her feet, not by a wrist, or by her long locks, but by her sumptuous freckled mammaries, a straining red bikini top, somehow remaining in place as she is lifted to her boot leather. Cathy now twists Lilly's hardening nipples through the thin covering, tuning in a most loud, shrill station. All screaming. All the time.

With a laugh and a final spin, Cathy relents and sends Megan stumbling to the Dennehy corner where the Prodigy's forehead finds plenty of Natalie's boot. Lilly is sent faltering away from the kick and back to her tormentor, Cathy waiting with open arms. She embraces the tearing, grimacing Megan around the waist, pulling her close, skin on skin. Remorselessly, she lifts Megan off her feet and harshly deposits her crotch on bended knee with an inverted Atomic Drop. Megan's lips form a silent, ruby ‘O', her knees knocking as she bounces off the bony joint; head, breasts, cunt, in various states of pain due to the ‘brushstrokes' of a very accomplished artist in the field. Cathy gently guides a frozen Lilly in reverse to the Denehy corner once more, Natalie swinging an arm around the redhead's throat and holding her with one hand. With the other, she reaches out for a tag and receives it from her cousin, Cathy leaving Megan with a knife-edge chop to her already rosy cleavage. Something to remember her by.

But Cathy doesn't leave empty-handed, she takes Megan's left leg with her, propping it over the middle rope and, as Natalie moves in, she does the same with the opposite leg on the opposite side of the corner, Megan's gams spread wide, the strings of her black bikini bottom put to the test, her thinly-veiled lovebox almost pleading for attention. The Prodigy, now held in place by Cathy, looks down at her pubic mound with wide eyes , then at Natalie, who grins in return. Megan throws out her hands in a pleading fashion.

"YOU CAN'T," she screams. "Ref, help me. CHRIS-EEEEEE"

The last sylable screeches long and loud as the tawny brunette splits Megan's wickets, the shriek turning to a guttural groan when The Nasty One makes good, punting pussy in merciless fashion. Megan weeps, a snot bubble bursting from her nose as she reaches for inner thighs and the battered meat between.

The ref's count on Cathy frees Lilly from her, and he provides further escape unfastening one leg from its detention. But as he does, Cathy grabs the man, complaining bitterly about the way he is playing favorites. Meanwhile, Natalie continues the assault on Megan's sex, sending a knee lift deep into the already battered juncture. The brunette pulls the Prodigy the rest of the way back in the ring, Megan's body collapsing around the wounded sinkhole. An inviting target, from behind Natalie wraps an arm around the redhead's neck and pulls her upright with a blatant choke. Megan starts to gag, an arm outstretched, fingers, as well, pleading for Chrissy's rescue, but the ref has the corner of an eye peeled and Daniel knows it. She stays put, trusting Megan would find a way. The zebra finally starts his count, concentrating on the current cheating, instead of the threat. At the requisite four, the Cali Dennehy releases with a shrug.

But it is a brief moment of liberation for Megan, the redhead sucking in great wheezing breaths, her body feeling as though it had been run over by a truck, her legs spread in front of the two-ton. Within seconds, she is within the brunette's grasp once more, this time a tight constriction around her sternum, the rear bearhug cinched in close and unyielding. Megan's battered and broken body failing her, she is squeezed still, an occasional thrash or reach for some piece of Natalie unsuccessful. With teeth gritted in effort, Natalie carries Megan toward Chrissy in the corner, the redhead's toes trailing on the mat, her considerable heaving bosom ‘superbra-ed' by the chest cinching to mammoth proportions. When nearly in reach, Megan sends out an arm, but the brunette is merely teasing, and she makes sure Chrissy cannot enter, lugging Megan back to the middle. There, Nat releases her embrace, braces Megan's back with one arm, scoops up Megan's swaying stems with the other, and genuflects, dropping Megan across her extended knee in a backbreaker. Dennehy pushes down on Lilly's neck with one forearm, her thighs with the other, bending the balking beauty in a torturous bow.

"Ask her ref," Natalie shouts.

The response from Megan is a gurgling negative, her auburn tresses sweeping the canvas as she shakes her head. So the Navy vet bears down further still, eliciting a wail of protest and a sob of dismay from The Prodigy. Through the haze, Megan undertsands the complete dismantling occuring at her expense, but can do little, so complete is the job being done. Seeing the choked tears, Natalie chimes in.

"Does baby want mommy?" she hisses, continuing to press matters and Megan's curved, writhing form. "Not long now, baby. And we can put you to bed."

Natalie's hands rise and join high over her head. Fingers interlock and the fist falls into Megan's exposed breadbasket.

"GUUUHH."

Lilly's body reflexively shoots up on either side and The Nasty One shoves her plaything off, Megan flopping to the mat and rolling into a fetal ball. Nat rises and pulls Lilly's legs up and wide, the redhead sobbing as pubic bone becomes middle of the wishbone again.

"PLEEEASE," she cries. "NOT... NOT AGAIN."

"Why not?" Natalie asks, receiving no answer but raised hands, palms pressed flat against each other in supplication.

The brunette sends a leg drop between, Nat crushing Megan's cunt once more. Some in the crowd, finally having their fill, call for a pin attempt, Megan's body jerking spasmodically. But Natalie will have none of it. She peels Lilly's body off the canvas and walks her back to the Dennehy corner, unsure if a whip would get her there in her current state.

She hands the redhead over to Cathy's full nelson, jogs back to Chrissy's corner, waves hello and good-bye to a steaming Daniel and races across the ring, splashing the pitiful shell who was, not long ago, a threatening champion.

Nat tags off to her raven-haired cousin, but both women remain in the ring despite Chrissy's protestations, Daniel nearly apoplectic, causing the zebra to pay more attention to her than the two Dennehys taking their victim to the middle of the ring and sending her racing to the ropes. Lilly stumbles to and from the ropes, Cathy and Natalie both dipping a shoulder and lifting her high with a double back body drop, Megan slamming hard against the canvas, body and mind shellshocked.

The duo pick the redhead up for another go, sending her barreling to the ropes. The cousin's connect opposite arms and swing their scythe at the neck of Megan, but the Prodigy ducks the double clothesline, bouncing into the opposite set of strands. She rebounds back to the startled Dennehys, Cathy and Natalie unprepared for a double clothseline from a desperate Megan. The redhead's effort is a depleted one, but catches the duo cold enough to drop both to the canvas, both sets of eyes blinking wide, the Dennehys temporarily stunned. With the duo down, Megan desperately crawls for her escape and salvation, making the tag to the stretching arm of Chrissy Daniel a tick ahead of Cathy's tardy grab.

The World Champion flies through the ropes and clotheslines a backpedaling Cathy. She turns to meet a hard-charging Natalie with just enough time to cock her right arm and send the brunette to the mat with shocking force. Cathy is off the mat, but put back down. Natalie up, then down, Chrissy en fuego. One more time, Daniel takes down the raven-haired vet, this time with a shoulder block before a spear to Natalie's tawny midsection leaves both Dennehys at the feet of Hurricane Chrissy.

The Killer Imp drags a loopy Cathy to her feet and sends her barreling to the far corner, her back slamming into the buckles. Seeing The Dirty One melt into the buckles, struggling to stay upright, Chrissy yanks Natalie to her feet and captures her in a front bearhug, a powerful squeeze of Dennehy's tummy elicitng a piteous groan, Nat's head drooping on Chrissy's shoulder, her limbs brushing against the champ, well short of making progress toward escape. In control of her embraced foe, Chrissy rushes forward and splashes a wide-eyed, disbelieving Cathy with the Dirty One's cousin in between, Natalie caught in a sandwich, but Cathy receiving the full imapct of both women crushing her into the buckles. As Cathy drops to her pale backside, head slumping forward to her modest chest, Chrissy pulls her human battering ram away from the corner and powerslams Natalie to the canvas, kicking the deadweight out under the bottom rope. She turns her attention back to Cathy, moving to Dennehy in the corner, and lifting her chin with a cupped hand.

"Sucks to be you, when you're in with me," Chrissy notes cheerily with a killer impish grin.

Scooping under Cathy's arms, she lifts Dennehy to her feet and leans her into the corner then skillfully and eagerly releases the most fearsome hounds this side of Cathy's anything-but-little sister. Unhooking the black leather cupping her tits, Chrissy tosses the top away and pushes her bounty into the face of the sagging Cathy, Dennehy's world immediately going lights out under a dual mountains of moist, salty flesh. Cathy tries to flail her way to freedom and AIR, but Chirssy has a secure interlocking grip around the back of her victim's head and the breast smother is locked in. The Dirty One's limbs quickly start to turn rubbery, a wide grin breaking across the champ's features.

"Bigger AND better than Skanky Shannen's, right?" Chrissy asks.

She peels Cathy from between the cavernous cleft and nods Dennehy's head for her. Daniel joins her in a nod then scoops Cathy up and seats her on the top turnbuckle. The crowd is going nuts, knowing the end of this story.

BUT another Dennehy has a different finale in mind and it's not Natalie. Shannen, in a tight black halter and faded denim with brown cowboy boots, hustles down the aisle, the crowd and Chrissy's attention instantaneously drawn to her threatening presence, even as Daniel climbs to the middle rope in preparation for the end. Chrissy's D-cups bounce wildly as she vociferously protests a third Dennehy's presence in rather graphic terms, even the servicemen attending embarrassed by the Killer Imp's language.

Cathy, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind, as it gives her a moment to catch her breath and bearings and drive a thumb into Chrissy's throat that not only silences her, but has her gagging and back on her heels. Shifting forward, Cathy swings an arm over the back of Chrissy's neck and dives off the buckles, taking the World Champ with her in a spectacular Tornado DDT that sticks the crown of the queen's head into the canvas like a lawn dart. Cathy struggles to the spreadeagled and unmoving Daniel and gets the cover.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT.

An exhausted Cathy looks over her shoulder with disgust and disbelief.

"Damn. You can carry around all that redheaded dead weight and those monstrous bags of silicone and still keep going? You should've taken the three, lardass."

Cathy encircles Chrissy's left breast, surrounding all sides with palms and fingers then squeezes it as if she were milking a cow down on the ranch. Daniel shrieks back to life.

"Farmer Kylie taught me this one," Cathy jokes. "Not really, she was busy teaching Shannen the meaning of fun, just like I'm gonna do to you."

Cathy clamps on harder, Chrissy's tit bulging forward, a viscous white droplet appearing on her stiffening nipple.

"Mmm. Lunch," says Cathy.

Leaning down, she takes, not a suckle, but a gnawing bite, sinking her bared teeth into the half-dollar-sized brownish disc and the succulent flesh surrounding it. Chrissy shrieks in anguish, her fleshy hillock made into a snack. Desperate, she tries to ignore the pain and fashion a makeshift breast smother, but the stinging hurt is too much. She does manage to rip herself away with a swift kick and a turn, the Imp left with a rosy, circular welt where Cathy had staked out her dinner.

Feeling the need for a tactical withdrawal, Daniel crawls for her corner, but the decision only leaves her bulbous backside an all too inviting target. Cathy, having risen, dissects her pumping knees and thighs, punting her in the privates.

Daniel flops forward onto her face and can provide little resistance as Cathy spins her on to her back, Chrissy's hands occupied in a massage of her pummeled pussy. Cathy sinks to her knees with a menacing grin. She slides Chrissy's red bikini briefs to mid-thigh and raises a curled set of fingers to the sky. The crowd erupts and then Chrissy does likewise as the Cat's Claw sinks viciously into her tender sweetmeat.

"OHHHUHHHHAHHHHH NOOOOAAHAHH" Chrissy wails.

The woman's hand feels like a steel trap, her fingers like a set of steak knifes carving her sex like a holiday turkey. She had to get out and NOW or she surely would be joining the rogue's gallery of names who had succumbed to Cathy's talons. To her good fortune, Cathy had only tracked her down when she was a short distance from her corner and finally... FINALLY... Megan had fought her way out of whatever battle she'd been a part of to make the stretching fingertip tag.

The striking redhead slides into the ring gingerly, but finds the force to pull Cathy away from her gripping exercise, Chrissy wailing as Cathy comes away with a few shorthairs. The Prodigy pulls Cathy to her feet and sends her running to the ropes. Dennehy ducks a clumsy clothesline and stops on a dime. She sends a kick to a turning Megan's midsection, lower quadrant, but the kick is intercepted, by the hands of the youngster. She pushes the leg away, sending Cathy rotating in a full 360, only to be met with a driving kick to her gut that doubles her over with a guttural grunt. Megan steps forward, pulling Cathy's head between her thighs, locking Dennehy's arms behind her, and to her knees she drops, planting Cathy with a Pedigree. Cathy's body vaults in a whiplash away from the impact and Megan, still in dire straits from her earlier beatings, falls from her knees to her side, pulling in heavy breaths, her red bikini top doing its best to contain the heaving freckled mounds. Only Natalie is standing, hunched and panting in the Dennehy corner, but pleading with her cousin to come to her. Showing her steely resolve, Cathy recovers first and crawls to the brunette, slapping her with a heavy tag as Shannen loudly roots her kin on, Megan wearily pushing to her feet.

Astonishingly, Cathy does not exit, instead turning back to again take the fight to her foe, this time with the help of her cousin. As Nat makes her way through the ropes, Cathy rushes Megan, but the Prodigy catches the movement out of the corner of her eye. She rotates into a spin kick, catching Cathy flush in the chest, the Dirty Dennehy staggering to a neutral corner, Megan right on her trail. She grabs a handful of raven locks and throws Cathy's head into the buckles, her forehead exploding into the lightly padded joint. Lilly then bullies the smaller Dennehy into a face to face, Cathy's back tight against the buckles, Megan's chest against her chin. Again, the Prodigy lives up to her name and her championship billing, for, a split second before an onrushing Natalie would have demolished her with an axehandle blow from behind, she feels her rival and does her best matador. Instead, Natalie brings the hammer down on her cousin's cranium, Cathy going crosseyed before dropping to the deck, a casualty of Nat's stone fists.

"SHIT," Natalie shouts, the brunette beside herself.

She taps Cathy on the cheek while Shannen slaps the mat trying to get the Nasty One's attention. It's no use and Megan slips an arm between Natalie's legs from behind. Before the brunette can get a grip on what's going on, the Prodigy has her off her feet. She drapes Nat across her shoulders and straps her in place with an arm on each side. She cruelly bends Natalie in a backbreaking Torture Rack, pumping her nubile form up and down to increase the spinebending torment.

"Don't look so nasty, now," Megan says, gritting and grinning as she hears Natalie chirp in pain with each step or shake. "Guess this weak link is going to break... you."

With Cathy starting to shake out the cobwebs and Natalie refusing the ref's inquiry on a submission, Megan dumps the ragdolled Natalie in her partner's lap, Chrissy having recovered her bearings and bottoms, though she remained pleasingly topless, her colossal weapons bared and ready. Daniel shuffles Natalie to a corner, driving in uppercuts to belly and bosom as she walks Dennehy to the buckles.

Meanwhile, Megan strolls back to Cathy to teach the vet a little 'new school'. However, when she reaches down for the pick-up, it's 'old school' all the way, Cathy raking Lilly's eyes and snatching her bikini top in the cleft of her bosom. Pulling mightily, she not only relieves Megan of her top - the freckled frenzy delighting the Miami crowd - but sends her spilling to the outside with a monkeyflip, the redhead flying through the ropes, catching the apron edge hard before landing heavily on the cement floor, her head and shoulder taking the impact. Cathy, losing her temper and her match instincts, follows the tag champions' redheaded stepchild out of the squared circle.

A Dennehy with a clearer head would have noticed Chrissy easily powering a defenseless Natalie to a seat on a top turnbuckle. The World Champion climbs the ropes herself, deftly positioning her legs on either side, and lifts the brunette for the deadly Top Rope DDT portion of tonight's Death by Misadventure. But before she can accomplish her goal, the wild card of the Dennehy deck climbs the apron and, before Chrissy can get properly situated, the Shady One pushes both women off their precarious perch. Natalie and Chrissy both land on their respective noggins, but it is Chrissy's touchdown that looks more awkward and seems more devastating, the Killer Imp starfished on her back, enormous breasts pooled; body and face glistening with sweat.

Suddenly, to the shock of Shannen, and to the obvious disappointment and outrage of the crowd, the referee calls for the bell. The public address quickly intones throughout the arena as the zebra makes his escape through the ropes.

"YOUR WINNERS AND ST-I-I-I-I-I-LLLLL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... CHRISSY DANIEL AND MEGAN LILLY."

Shannen is hopping mad and she slides through the ropes and stomps around the ring, finally remembering to check on her semi-conscious cousin.

Outside the ring, Cathy pokes her head up from behind the apron with a look of wonderment. Obviously having had the better of Megan when she heard the bell, she yanks the unsteady Lilly to her feet and buggywhips her headfirst into the ringpost. Megan whiplashes back into Cathy's arms, the newly crowned winner barely in the waking world. Cathy tosses her under the bottom rope and joins her in the ring.

"What the hell?" Cathy shouts.

"Damn ref." Shannen responds. "For some reason, he thinks a title match is pattycake."

"Well," Cathy says, "if we can't have the belts, we might as well make an impression."

Shannen nods as she simultaneously helps Natalie to her feet and sends a boot to Chrissy's hulking mounds that sends a spasm through the Beach Cat's body, consciousness seeping back into the World Champion.

Cathy pulls a pleading Megan's shapely gams wide and plants a headbutt between. Lilly groans in pain, her hands tending the throbbing crotch until a now kneeling Dirty Cathy pushes them away to make room for her own. Sliding Megan's bikini briefs down for easy access, Cathy digs in with the Cat's Claw and the most feared fingers in the biz make mincemeat of Megan's pussy. Squeezing and clawing. Pinching and penetrating. It takes little time and a modicum of effort on Cathy's part for Megan to be tapping the mat in a staccato burst.

"I GIVE. I SURRRRENDER," the redhead screams. But an enraged Cathy will not let go. This was now a lesson to be taught and it would end only with annihilation.

Back on the ranch, Shannen and Natalie have the Punchdrunk Imp on wobbly feet.

"You," Shannen says.

"No, be my guest," Natalie responds.

"Really, I insist. You deserve it."

A smiling Natalie nods and pulls Chrissy into her cleavage, Daniel's protesting upper limbs held tight by Shannen. "I didn't quite hear her," Natalie says.

She pulls Chrissy from between her pillows, spins her, and tosses her toward Shannen's world-renowned mounds.

"You putzes," Daniel whispers between pants. "I'm the chammmppph."

In Chrissy went again, her face enveloped by the most famous milkmakers this side of Swiss Valley. With a weakening Imp still writhing for escape, Shannen wraps her arms around Chrissy's head and cradles it from behind, keeping Daniel's features sealed in the bosom of doom. When Chrissy's struggles diminish to light tapping, she tosses Daniel back to Natalie for more of her generous bounty. After another 15-second span of gift giving, Chrissy, nearly out on her feet, wavers upon Nat's release. Finally, she drops to her knees and falls back, her legs folding, back of thighs on back of calves. She maintains a hint of her surroundings, vaguely calling for Megan, perhaps because of the Prodigy's earsplitting screams from a few feet away, Cathy still ravishing the redhead. Seconds later, with a shudder and a roll of her eyes to white, Megan can take the abuse no longer, Cathy forcing her to check out with one final tearing, probing grip.

On the other side of the mat, Shannen slips her arms through the straps of her halter, releasing the motherlode, as she descends upon a barely stirring but increasingly wide-eyed Chrissy. Slowly, sensually, the last delivery of the evening is made. Shannen's Milk Run polishes Chrissy's face and polishes off her consciousness, her arms falling away from feebly pushing at Shannen's hips, the World and Tag Champion and all-around force of nature force-fed into oblivion.

Languidly, Shannen peels her tits off Chrissy's shiny features, rises, and gives Natalie a hug, Cathy quickly making it a threesome. The Dennehy triumvirate each place a boot on the lifeless defeated form of Chrissy Daniel and hold for a pose.

They wouldn't be walking out with the belts tonight, but they were leaving with something almost as good.

WINNERS BY DISQUALIFICATION, and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Chrissy Daniel & Megan Lilly