Handicap w/ Kawaiis! Rosie v. Momoka and Misuzu

Is this alright? The ref girl didn't seem to mind, at least enough that she didn't call the match off immediately, so apparently it was. Even Rosie winced a little when Momoka's foot came down a second time.

New plan then... Momoka had Misuzu handled just fine, so Rosie could switch her attention over to the unreasonably angry double. She would slip off her perch, crouching and waiting for the right time to strike!

While Rosie got off of her, it really only gave Misuzu the chance to curl up on her side and clutch her aching crotch. The audience seemed to love this unexpected turn of events, and were cheering quite loudly. And well, technically it wasn't really against the rules, so there was no reason for the ref to stop things.

Ignoring Rosie, who she didn't really think of as a threat anyway, Momoka went over and kicked Misuzu in the lower back, causing her to cry out in pain, unfurling from her ball as she clutched at her spine.

Momoka didn't even turn her head when Rosie moved. Wow, really? She was used to being underestimated, but to be ignored completely was... frustrating. Well, she'd teach her not to ignore not to!

Circling behind Momoka, she'd attack while the jersey-wearing copy was busy kicking at her pervert partner, Rosie would try to grab her hair and send her facefirst into Misuzu!

Momoka was ready to spout another round of verbal abuse upon her perverted partner, until Rosie jumped her from behind, sending her crashing right down upon Misuzu. "WAHHH!"

Both of them groaning in pain, Momoka rolled herself off of her roommate, leaving both of them sprawled out on their backs and wide open.

Momoka went down easily enough, and now both her opponents were sprawled out and vulnerable... Momoka turned out to be the closer of the two, so the conductor would go after her over her perverted friend this time.

Rosie knew that it was much too early to try and pin either of them, so she would drag Momoka by the ankles a few steps, before diving onto her so she could start slapping her across her chest.

Misuzu was a bit relieved as Rosie decided to drag Momoka off first, giving her some extra time to recover from her aching cooch. She briefly contemplated escaping, but not only would the manager get mad at her, Momoka would catch up with her sooner or later, and she was probably better off having Rosie here to take some of the heat.

"Gah! Leggo!" Momoka flailed as Rosie started to drag her away. While she wasn't taken far, her doppelganger quickly pounced onto of her, pinning her down and sending slaps at her chest. "AAAAAHHHH...!" The jersey at least gave her some cushioning to it, but having her tiny boobs attacked quickly triggered her usual response.

"YOU BITCH!" Momoka screamed, reaching up and trying to grab at Rosie's equally flat chest. Or rather, claw at it, since there wasn't a whole lot to grip on to.

Rosie had one eye on Misuzu all the while, she'd rather not the sneaky pervert get behind her and do whatever it was she wanted to do. So far, she hadn't moved though, and ideally things would stay that way for a little longer.

More pressing was the doppelganger trapped beneath her. She'd forgotten how quickly Momoka flared up when it came to anything with her chest, and as such had hers undefended. "AAIEEE!!" Rosie would jump a little on her perch, while she smacked Momoka across the face in retaliation!

"GAAHHH!" Getting smacked in the face ceased Momoka's catty assault, though not for very long. Seething with indignity, the jersey-clad girl began to grab at Rosie's conductor outfit, now trying to tear it open from the collar. She'd probably regret it again later, but for now, she didn't really care. "You stupid fake, get off me!"

"Haah?! HEEEY!!" Her costume came apart at the neck, it wasn't made to withstand an angry Momoka's claws, after all. A rip formed all the way down to the chest region, a flap of material falling down. Rosie instinctively covered up, leave her hands off of Momoka before she realized her mistake.

"HAH! What a flimsy-ass outfit!" Momoka laughed, right before grabbing Rosie by the hair and jerking her to side, attempting to roll over and swap positions. And from there, of course, go back to clawing at her doppelganger's now-exposed chest.

Misuzu was more or less recovered by now, but continued to fake being down. Rosie probably didn't stand much of a chance against Momoka, considering how things went between them last time, although maybe a little payback was in order... A sly grin crossing her face, she silently crawled a little closer to the battling pink-haired girls, waiting for a good opening.