Rosie v Alison v Momoka v Alice: 4-way elimination

Four-way Elimination match
Match begins with all four contestants in the ring, and ends only when only one remains
A wrestler can be eliminated by pinfall, KO, ring-out or submission

Backstage, Rosie was a bit nervous about the upcoming match. Come on, you won a handicap match, didn't you? You can handle this one too! Well yes, she did win the last match, only because her opponents ended up fighting one another. Those are just details. The point is, you're only gonna win if you believe it! She tried to get pumped about things, but another match with Momoka... plus two other unknowns. For all she knew, one or both of them could be nasty thugs who were just in the league to prey on weak little girls. What did I say about staying confident? Management isn't gonna match you with anyone crazy this time... probably.

Rosie was still uncertain, but she was up first. Her marching music was unmistakable, and the small pink girl's unmistakable costume marked her entrance. Rosie earned herself a fairly warm response from the audience. See? They're all supporting you! She conducted her own entrance down the ramp with the hilariously oversized baton, giving a small bow to the huge crowds before jumping into the ring, (pretending to be) eager to meet her opponents.

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Alison was pretty excited for her debut. She and Alice were both in it, partly because they discussed it with management. They couldn't do a tag match without some extra paperwork, but it was something close enough. And they may have agreed beforehand to work together... but the other opponents didn't need to know that. Scanning down the name list again, her other opponents didn't seem too bad. Rosie wasn't exactly a name that inspired awe or fear. Momoka sounded a bit more exotic, but she was probably just one of the local girls. Really? Judging them on their names? "Why not? I'll find out if they're scary soon enough." She spoke out loud, fixing her maid outfit.

It was a bit skimpy... but it was her costume. It sounded like the first fighter had already headed out by the music... and now it was her turn. Her fast paced theme burst from the speakers, and she'd run out to the huge crowds, a bit anxious when she realized just how many people there were... but that wouldn't stop her!

She was at the apron before long, and climbed into the ring, firing a finger gun at her first opponent. As expected, it was another cute girl... there was a surplus of them here after all. The other girl didn't seem too impressed with Alison's display, and offered nothing in the way of greeting.

After that handicap match (and approximately four days of apartment warfare before Misuzu and her finished working things out between them), Momoka was very much eager to get in the ring with Rosie again. Disastrous circumstances aside, she couldn't bear the fact she had lost to her obviously inferior copy. Whoever the other two were, as long as they didn't get in the way of her revenge, she couldn't care less.

Emerging on stage to a bunch of laughs and boos, Momoka stormed her way down towards the ring, dressed in her usual gym jersey and bloomers. Sliding into the ring without a word, she glared at Rosie with pure anger as she slowly made her way over to her respective corner. She barely batted an eye at the petite brunette maid also in there with them.

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Alice was the last to appear, holding up her arms in some grand gesture, despite her emotionless expression. Having been asked to wear some kind of gimmick costume for her matches, really the only thing she had on-hand was her old schoolgirl uniform. At any rate, it was comfy and easy enough to move in, so it worked out. She felt a little odd not having her goggles strapped on her head, having gotten sternly advised not to bring them to the ring, but they probably would have just fallen off or gotten broken or something...

Waving around to the crowd energetically (still with the deadpan look), she slid up onto the canvas. Glancing at Alison, she gave a quick thumbs up, before turning to size up their opponents. Opponent? Huh.

"Woooooah." Alice made a sound to that of a yawn. Much like how her and Alison were splitting images in different outfits, the other two in the ring looked pretty much identical to each other as well, though dressed very differently.

"Alison." she stated bluntly, turning back to her double again. "Look. We weren't the only cloning specimens."

Rosie wasn't too happy to see her rival again, but wasn't nearly as angry as Momoka looked about it. "Hey. Ready to get your butt kicked again?" Rosie smirked, hiding her nervousness underneath a confident exterior.

Alison blinked when Momoka stepped inside. Wasn't she... she did a quick double take to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She wasn't. And from the sounds of things, these two knew each other... sorta? Were they sisters?

Alice was last of course, it was kinda amazing that she could look so energetic and bored at the same time. The dull-toned brunette immediately noticed the similarities among the tiny pink girls. "Hah, guess not... must be another production model or something..." It was actually pretty easy to imagine the pink pair as two of the same dolls in different outfits.

Rosie stopped glaring at Momoka long enough to spot the new arrival. Wait, where was... wasn't she already inside the ring? And wearing a maid outfit? When'd she change into a schoolgirl uniform? "Is this some kinda joke...?"

"Rrrrrgghhh...! Momoka fumed, her anger intensifying before the match had even started. "There's no stupid pervert in the way this time! Don't think you're getting off easy!"

Now that both of the other fighters were in the ring as well, she turned to them to make the announcement to stay out of her way, but... "Huh...?" She was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, but wasn't she just on that side with a maid... Momoka's eyes darted back and forth between the two brunettes, as if in complete disbelief (even though she was a living example of the exact same phenomenon). "Wha...?"



It tuned out the pink-haired ones were pretty shocked at this development as well. Maybe they thought they were the only types too... "Oh." Alice turned back towards Alison yet again. "This must be where they pit the different specimens against each other to determine which one is superior." Saying ridiculous things in a monotone voice just came natural to her.

"We should definitely kick their asses." Alice stated, sounding just a tiny bit determined. "Or would it be just one ass? This is complicated."

Alison tried to play along, but Alice's ability to make the ridiculous sound mundane was a little hard to keep up. "We'll just say one and a half asses then. Oh um, and good luck, you two, I guess..." She wasn't really taking the other two seriously, partly because they were tiny, and partly because they weren't her.

Rosie snapped out of the confusion soon enough, staring angrily at everyone else in the ring. It wasn't too weird, thinking it over. These two were probably just sisters playing a silly prank on everyone. The two brunettes were just being silly and generally annoying, so she decided to ignore them until they gave her a reason not to. "Right, if you two could kindly shut up... we have a match to get started."

Momoka slowly snapped back to reason, remembering identical twins were an actual thing. Her and Rosie's situation was, in fact, the special case (well these two were too, but she didn't know that). Recalling her original intention, she quickly retorted, "Whatever! I have business with this bitch, so just stay outta my way!", while pointing at Rosie.


"Oho. It seems there is conflict between those clones. Alice observed with a glint in her eyes. "Do they have some kind of existential crisis with each other?"

"...Do we have some kind of existential crisis with each other?" she looked quizzically at Alison.

"Existential crisis? I guess they do, if you call sibling rivalry an existential crisis... luckily we don't have that problem." Alison smiled, shifting her gaze between the sister wearing the jersey and the sister wearing the weird half-tuxedo half-leotard.

"Hah? Sibling rivalry? What the fuck are you talking about?" Rosie shook her head, while the ref girl gave everyone an impatient sigh... but even if no one seemed ready to start, the match had to go on, there was a schedule to keep.

*DING DING*

The bell shook Rosie's attention for a second... and she immediately ran for the opposite corner where Momoka was.

"Hmmm... I guess you could call it that too." Alice nodded, her thoughts cut short as the bell sounded out right after.

The moment the bell rang, Momoka quickly turned towards Rosie and charged right back at her, eager to get her hands on her doppelganger yet again. "I hope you're ready to get humiliated again!" she screeched, reaching for Rosie's pink hair with both hands and trying to jerk her head around.

Meanwhile Alice remained in her corner, looking over at Alison. She didn't really wanna fight her clone. That'd be kinda weird. Not that it was bothering those two pink-haired ones, but still.

"So. Uh. I guess we can just each grab one of them then?" They could figure out what to do after, well... after.

"Who lost last time, huh Momo?" Rosie's smirk vanished once her rival got her hands into her hair. "Y-you bitch!" It would be several painful seconds of yanking Rosie had to endure before she countered by slamming her forearm against Momoka's chin, hoping to loosen the grip up a bit.

In contrast to the immediate action the two pink girls were having, the two brunette clones were... talking. "Should we like... Aa, yeah, I guess we should... I'll take the closer one." She pointed at the jersey-clad Momoka. It wasn't really her thing to gang up on someone, but this wasn't really ganging up. And the alternative would either be do nothing and get booed out the arena or fight Alice, which on top of being just weird, was probably gonna be much harder than taking on the tiny pinkies.

"SHUT UP!" Momoka shouted right into Rosie's face, right before getting bashed in chin. Grunting loudly in pain, she let go of her doppelganger's hair and stumbled back a few steps, inadvertently towards Alison, with her back turned.

"Ok. I'll take that one. I guess." Alice stated, pointing towards Rosie. Waiting for her other self to get into position, she gave her a thumbs up, ready to swoop in and crash the pink party.