Handicap w/ Kawaiis! Rosie v. Momoka and Misuzu

Rosie was surprised to see Momoka shove right past her, she should be glad not to be teamed up on, but instead she was just getting ticked off, for some reason.

She got back up, watching Momoka strip away Misuzu, leaving her topless, and without a bra to cover her flat chest underneath. "RRgh... S-stop ignoring me, dammit!" Rosie said, sending a running kick Momoka's towards right side.

Momoka let out a cry as Rosie's leg slammed into her, knocking her off of Misuzu. Incidentally spared further torture, the pervy ninja rolled away a short distance to try and nurse her chest.

"Ghhhh..." Momoka groaned as she held her side, turning around and looking angrily at Rosie. "Gah, you stupid fake!" she spat, trying to get shove herself back to her feet.

"Shut up! I-I'm not a fake!" Rosie sounded just as angry as Momoka now. To keep her opponent down, Rosie would quickly hook her leg back around, sending her foot into the side of Momoka's face! "Take that, idiot!"

Getting kicked in the face, Momoka dropped to the mat in a daze, groaning as she held her head.

Meanwhile, Misuzu was finding the buttons on her shirt had pretty much popped off, meaning she couldn't close it back up. The nudity didn't bother her so much as the fact Momoka was going to go after her barely-there boobs pretty frequently, lacking pretty much any protection, even if it was flimsy. But, seeing as Momoka was down at the moment, if she could make her stay that way for a bit...

Dashing forward, Misuzu sent a kick to the back of Momoka's spine, hoping Rosie wouldn't jump her right away, at least.

The similar-looking pink girl dropped immediately from the kick. Before she could follow up, Misuzu joined in, but not to get vengeance for her partner. More like vengeance on her partner. "You two... have some issues."

She shrugged, she was a wrestler (barely), not a therapist. For now, she would swing out at Misuzu, switching her focus yet again. Unfortunately, the flapping costume caught in her eyes at precisely the wrong moment and she fumbled the kick rather badly, tripping on top of Momoka.

Misuzu couldn't really deny that. It was a bit of a weird arrangement of them being both sick of and used to each other's shit at the same time. Despite this fight between them now, they were likely to go back to their apartment and beat the crap out of each other until they both got tired of it and things just went back to business as usual. That was later though, as now Rosie started to come at her, only to trip and fall right on top of Momoka.

"Here, why don't I help you with that, Rosie-chan~?" Misuzu smirked lecherously as she bent over to yank Rosie's torn outfit off all the way!

"Aah..?! Nno, give it back!" But the costume was already ripped in half by this point, leaving her every bit as topless as Misuzu, the difference being was that she actually could feel embarrassed about these things.

Her face glowing only slightly less pink than her hair, Rosie angrily yanked on Misuzu's leg, trying to bring her down as she clambered off Momoka's body.

Misuzu's small triumph was interrupted as Rosie yanked her leg out from under her, dropping her on her bony rear with a yelp. Momoka, however, was quite irritated at having her mostly-naked doppelganger on top of her, quickly trying to shove her off and kick at her with her legs. "G-get off me!"

"I'm trying to!" Rosie snapped back as she rolled off, with help from Momoka herself. All three of the girls were down on their butts now. Not to mention topless. Well, except for Momoka's bra. Actually, why should she be special?

With that in mind, Rosie would crawl towards Momoka, clawing at the small red bra, to get her even with the rest of them!

"Wh-what the hell are you doing!? STOP!?" Momoka panicked as Rosie started grabbing at her sports bra, obviously trying to pull it off. In her flustered state, her resistance was pretty messy and wasn't having much success. Even so, Misuzu was a pretty impatient girl.

"Ooh, good idea, Rosie-chan~" Misuzu chuckled, crawling over and grabbing Momoka's bra from behind. "You really can be naughty if you try~"

"S-STOP NOOOOOOOOOO!" Momoka wailed in dismay as her sports bra finally came off, exposing her small, underdeveloped chest. Flushed red with embarrassment, she crossed both arms over her chest in a futile attempt to conceal herself.