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

"Eh? Like, we both forfeit? That's allowed?"

"You could do that, but that'd just be a loss." The ref said patiently.

"Oh well, that's fine then. I forfeit." Alison said immediately, not realizing that she'd just pissed off most of the audience. Oops.

"Y...you fucking COWARDS!" Rosie called from the sidelines, looking almost mad enough to climb into the ring and deliver them a proper loss herself!

"Ah yeah. Whatever. I forfeit too I guess." Alice followed through, looking pretty unfazed as the audience boo'd and shouted at them. Oh well. Taking a step towards the center of the ring, the petite brunette made a dramatic pose.

"Aha. Behold our new tag team." she proclaimed un-enthusiastically. "Soon we and our clone brethren will rise up and take over. Or something."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Momoka screamed in frustration, forgetting about her scorn for Rosie when faced with this ridiculous mockery. Though still hurting, she managed to crawl back up onto the canvas, as if eager to still fight. "I'll take on both you idiots if I have to!"

The entire audience turning against her was a bit disconcerting. Then again, the fact that so many people felt so strongly about her was pretty cool. Alison was about to make a pose to match Alice, before noticing Momoka crawling in. "Aah, is someone being a sore loser?"

Rosie had the same idea as Momoka, pulling her small body through the ropes, using the ropes to stand up. She managed even to make a bit of a run, and she shoved a fist at the annoying airhead.

"I'll show you a sore loser!" Momoka fumed, quickly lunging at Alison. Back in her rather singular state of mind, the jersey-clad girl pulled back her arm and attempted to slap the maid right across her modest chest.

Alice noticed Rosie getting back in, and was well prepared as the half-naked girl tried to run at her. Ducking under the poorly aimed fist, she drew back her own fist and sent a hard punch aimed at the pink-haired girl's exposed belly.

"Uwaah! D-damn you! GUUUHH!" Rosie whiffed her punch and caught a blow to the gut. Not the best trade-off. she reflected internally. She crashed to the mat again, flopping lifelessly, eyes closed, having way overexerted herself messing about with Momoka.

"OWW!" Momoka did a bit better than her copy, managing to actually hit her target. Alison clutched her small chest with one arm, unhappy with that, and swung her other arm out to uppercut the little pinkette.

"HAH!" Momoka laughed as her blow struck its target, causing Alison to recoil in pain. Unfortunately for her, that moment of cockiness left her completely open, as the brunette's retaliatory fist struck her square under the chin. "Ghhhhhk...!"

Her head snapping backwards, the jersey-clad girl toppled over, landing flat on her back. Having gotten nailed right in the sweet spot, Momoka was sprawled out, half-unconscious, groaning softly in pain.

"Well. Out you go again." Alice stated, grabbing the downed Rosie by an ankle. Dragging her over towards the edge of the ring again, she shoved the pink-haired conductor under the ropes with her foot, sending her plummeting to the arena floor yet again.

Rosie didn't have any further complaints. Well, she definitely did, but none of them were voiced, given that she was mostly out of it. Another nasty landing later, and the conductor would be out for good.

Alison had the same idea as Alice, she brought Momoka up, one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs. She made a bit of a cradling motion with her arms, drawing a few laughs from the audience who was still mostly booing. "Good night, sleep tight!" Alison smiled, gently letting Momoka out of her arms... and into the hard floor below.

Totally out of it, Momoka didn't put up much resistance as Alice carried her over to the ropes in a baby-like fashion. By the time she came to her senses, she had just left the brunette's arms and found herself in yet another free fall. "NOOOOOO- *thud* Landing yet again on the cold, hard ground, the impact was enough to completely knock out the jersey-clad girl.

Back in the ring, Alice walked over to the center and struck another pose, holding one hand high in a V symbol. "Total victory."

"Yeah, total victory!" Alison laughed, joining in Alice's minimal celebrations.

"So are you two gonna leave the ring yet? Cuz forfeiting and victory are kinda incompatible." The ref's professional tone was gone, although she was smiling at bit, apparently having enjoyed the shenanigans of the match as much as the two brunettes, and certainly a lot more than two unconscious pink girls. "I mean, I could pretend you two didn't give up and let you gals go at it properly, there's still plenty of time scheduled for this one.

"Oh, right. Nope, sorry! I'll- err, I mean, we'll be heading out now!" Alison curtsied like a proper maid, exiting the ring to a chorus of the confused crowd, having witnessed possibly the most unusual ending to a "standard" match thus far in franchise history.

Total... strategic victory." Alice amended her statement. "It was all according to plan. Yeah."

"Ah yeah. Guess we probably don't need to stick around." the brunette noted, nodding at the referee. Turning around, she then followed Alison out of the ring and off backstage, where they could start hatching their next evil plot.

RESULT: Draw by double forfeiture