This tape chronicles a series of wet T-shirt contests, each one progressively nastier than the one before it. The first event is held outdoors somewhere in Texas (one might assume South Padre Island) and is very mild in comparison to most contests of this ilk. Girls show off their jaunty schoolgirl breasts, but that's about it for thrills as the event whittles down to three finalists, and, finally, the overall winner.

The second contest, lensed indoor in Mexico, displays an almost disconcerting array of fatissimas and slobarellas in jeans and T-shirts. Aesthetically —thumbs down. The next event on the docket, though, is a certified award winner. Lensed also in Mexico, it's a down-on-the-floor, pants at the knees, bare ass la dolce vita. During the goings-on, the girls get hosed down (garden variety) quite indelicately, and the guys looking on might well be fugitives from a chain gang in Guadalupe Hidalgo.

"C'mon fifty bucks. No shame," yells the M.C. to the saturated, ass-wiggling contestants. I guess $50 now buys a lot of human dignity, thanks to NAFTA.

A fourth contest originates from Florida, where the stage hands and female contestants seem to be performing a body-to-body mating ritual as the girl's naked asses are baptized with water poured out of bottles. Wild.