Change their opponents

April dragged the weakened Booty to the table, bashing her head against its edge repeatedly. April dunked her head into the huge gravy bowl, drenching and drowning her in the brown sauces as she laughed cruelly. Booty thrashed and gasped when she could struggle above the surface, but couldn’t regain her ground. April caught sight of Sister Mary on the other side of the table, suspending both of the twins in her arms in a double breast smother bearhug.

“Eh, what the hell. Haven’t punched a nun in a while.” She let Booty’s head drop, splatting into the gravy and floating there weakly as April hurdled the table.

Petty caught this coming from the corner of her eye. Looking to distract her further, Petty reached past Timmy and groped Mary’s ass, even fingering her asshole.

Sister Mary gasped loudly. “The nerve! You little heathens are in for one heck of a…”
April clotheslined Mary hard from behind, crashing her to the ground. She climbed onto her back and began donkey punching her as she grabbed a dildo. “Time to try out the real meat at this party…”

The twins quickly slid away, hiding under the table to recover a bit. Their heads were spinning and if it weren’t for the handicap and some help from other fighters, they’d have been done for by now. Maybe if they hid out for a while…

They looked up to see Booty slowly lifting herself from the table, groaning and holding her head.

“Dude! We have to do something!” Timmy hissed.
“Why?”
“Cuz she’ll tag in big sis! And you know she always picks on us!”
“Right. So…” Petty looked outside the ring and grinned.

Booty wearily dragged herself for the ropes, Becky and Mama calling to their partners to finish her off. Casey reached out for the tag when the twins came barging in.

“Aunt BB! We wanna go swimming!” Timmy tackled her in the chest, sending her off balance right before Petty latched onto her legs, the twins toppling her over the ropes and out of the ring. Booty crashed onto the arena floor, holding her back and groaning in total agony.

“Wow, she looks really hurt,” Petty said quietly.
“…are we still going swimming?”
“Heck yes! Grab a leg, we’ll bring her in there ourselves.”
“But I don’t have my swimmies…”
“Shush up and pull.”