Nah, it's even easier than that. Just inflate one of those kiddie swimming pools and go to your local warehouse stock up store for some bulk instant vanilla pudding, grab the garden hose and you have the beginnings of an awesome chick wrestling match.
Now, thinking about this a little more; I think we're going to need some kind of weapon. After all, the WWF guys get to use chairs and ladders and such. I think we're going to need squeeze bottles of chocolate syrup and probably should get the whip cream cans too.
Probably go a little something like this...
PA wearing short shorts and a bikini top throws a hand full of pudding at T2H who is wearing her No Treble shirt and some booty shorts. T2H pretends to be mad, "Hey you got pudding on my No Treble shirt! I love this shirt!" PA, also pretending to be mad, "Oh sorry, let me help you with that." Grabs T2H's shirt and pulls it off over her head. (can't really rip the No Treble shirt

) T2H 'forgets' to wear a bra that morning and shines her glorious headlights right at Dave who has momentarily forgotten how to swallow due to lack of blood flow to the upper half of his body. While PA is distracted by T2H's wardrobe malfunction I take the opportunity to express my jealousy of her goddess-like legs and shoot my chocolate syrup and whip cream all over them. PA turns and aims her weapons back on me, whip cream to the face chocolate syrup to the chest. T2H sees the opportunity to pay back PA for the pudding to the shirt and aims hers weapons at PA. Before you know it, we're all covered in whip cream, chocolate syrup, and vanilla pudding. Oops...bottles and cans are empty and we're still sooo mad at each other...TBC