Julia Night vs. The Brat Pack (Kelly, Dani & Momoka)

"It's War!" Izzi announced as she slapped her plastic pointer at the wall infront of the other brat disciples.

"And you are not dressed appropriately for the occasion!" Izzi declared. She had called a war council with immediate effect and had turned up dressed in a green army helmet (that sat lopsidedly over one side of her face) and a camouflaged sleeveless jacket. "Well... Except Chammers..." She indicated the co-founder who had worked in some leaves and twigs into her wild green hair and seemingly smeared dirt over her face

"Good work on your camouflage."

"What camouflage?" of course it WAS meant to be camouflage... It wasn't like the feline was chasing a stray balls of yarn into a bunch of bushes earlier in the day.

"Well anyway... Onto the subject matter.." Izzi cleared her throat "This is the face of the enemy!" She announced, cracking the pointer at a full length poster hanging up over one wall in front of the rest of the brats

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"Uhm... Well.." Dani put in tentatively stifling a laugh "That's the breast of the enemy." Izzi turned to see that her pointer had found its mark on Migiri's right hand breast in the picture

"Well that's my point! Her breasts are the size of faces.. Its like two of our heads tightly squeezed together in a over sized novelty french doily!" She snapped her pointer again for emphasis.

"That is unacceptable!"

"She's 6"3 or something too.."

"UN-..ACCEPTABLE!!!" Izzi reiterated "Someone outta teach her a lesson..." She waved her pointer at three of the brats in turn "Kelly, Dani, Momoka... You're gonna go up to her and stick your butts in her face... Then tell her, from the brat pack, that she can expect more of the same until she rectifies this inappropriate size issue!"

While Izzy had her little monologue with a little bit of Cham Cham involved, Kelly was working really hard to put the slightest bit of interest in the idea that she should wear camouflage while shifting around on her stool.
"I am more of a troops entertainer anyway. Like Captain America if you want so."
She finally replied dutiful, blissfully ignoring the part that the Captain became the war hero later in the movie she was reverencing at.

Then the next girl they wanted to battle showed up, and Kelly was not that amused to see the big girl literally starring down at her. The girl at least looked pretty hot in her maid uniform, so that was at least something.
"Do you know that my wardrobe is 6 feet something too and would look like her if it had a face, Izzy? Where do you find these girls all the time?"

Momoka sat amidst the meeting, struggling to keep her composure. When they called her up for a 'war meeting', she didn't exactly expect the goofy camo dress up to be included. Were they going to fight someone in a match or ambush someone in a jungle!? "I... don't have any clothes like that." she remarked, not really sure how else to reply.

Misuzu, however, was not present. After their handicap match against Rosie, where they had a apocalyptic falling out and ended up beating the shit out of each other, and the aftermath where they had a long and vicious catfight throughout their apartment, the brunette had taken a vacation to a hot spring up north for a few days to recover. After taking all out all their frustrations with each other, they still managed to make up and kept their shaky friendship intact at least. Momoka, of course, was still bearing a lot of her own aches from the fight, primarily in her tender parts considering how the perverted ninja was, but she still decided to show up. If this group could take down that giant blonde brute like they did, surely whoever else they fought would be a piece of cake.

And her interest certainly was piqued at the sight of their next foe. She didn't look nearly as intimidating as the last woman, and she wasn't going to complain if she got to take out some frustration on someone's oversized breasts. She looked pretty normal in the picture, at least until she heard about the woman's size. "6'3"!?" That was even bigger than that muscleheaded blonde! "Is that thing even human!?"

"Well if you were Captain America.... Then you'd have had to have come dressed in red white and blue.. rather than green and brown." Dani informed Kelly.

"Right! ..What? No! The uniforms not important..." Izzi snapped "What is important is that right now 'the enemy' is out there walking the streets with impunity, without a brat's ass in her face."

Cham Cham curiously sniffed at the poster

"The flat chested one might be right.. It doesn't smell human." Cham Cham inferred after her thorough investigation.

"Hey, Captain America grew really big after they super-ed him up... Maybe she's like Captainess America." Dani thought about her logic for a moment "but would she still be human then. Hey... is Captain America human?"

"Forget about blasted Captain America!"

"You're right... Iron Man is better."

"Look!" Izzi said, looking frustrated by the focus of this meeting sliding to a discussion of the Avenger's humanity "I went and got you a handicap match against her and it'll be starting in about half an hour, so you better stop thinking about super heroes and start thinking about her face!" Izzi said slapping the poster one more time with the pointer "And your asses! Her face and your asses!"

"Eh. I would be Captain Canada of course. A lone polite lumberjack heroine that fights villainous beavers, oil companies and corrupt sheriffs while saying *eh* a lot. Eh."
Kelly obviously had not really an interest in putting her ass into the face of their big wardrobe opponent and just walked straight into the argument about Captain America with a goofy grin.

The founders of the pack were obviously so much better in putting their asses into other people's faces that Kelly felt neatly under qualified to do it very often. Not to think about the fact that she did not have the least desire to get bit where the sun does not shine so to say.
"You make this sound as if we are the handicapped one, and that sounds a lot like my old high school teachers. But ok, we are gonna fight wardrobe girl then. Hm, that also would be a good name for a villain girl, wardrobe girl..."

"You guys are definitely the handicapped ones." Momoka barely contained voicing her inner thoughts out loud. While she knew of what was being referenced in this conversation, she didn't know enough to even attempt to comment. Now as though she wanted to anyway.

"W-well, whatever that thing is, it's definitely gonna get it's boobs smacked around!" She tried to get herself hyped up for the match, in spite of her fish-out-of-water feeling. At any rate, it was nice to be around some people other than Misuzu. Even if they were as crazy as these ones.

"Wardrobe girl..?" Dani said skeptically "And what would her super power be? ..the ability to make you dress up in different outfits?"

Izzi was about to face palm from the turn the meeting of war was taking but Momoka's words gave her some hope.

"Thats the spirit MomoMisu." She said, using the concatenated term she tended to utilize when referring to Momoka and Misuzu as if they were one entity

"Well, the match is almost up... come on, go go go..!" Izzi started ushering the brats out of the confined space.

"Wardrobe girl could for example outfit a band of thugs with aliases through costumes. Then she could suddenly open one of her doors and hit you on the forehead with it! I know I would fear that attack, that really hurts. Then it is a good camouflage! And she can trap women she lured in with a pair of shiny shoes inside the wardrobe! I mean, which kind of woman does not want a pair of shiny shoes?"
Kelly readily argued with Dani who obviously did not think much of wardrobe girl, her random super villain she had invented a minute ago! A calm voice was quickly taken hostage by her fervor for the classic wardrobe girl villain, but Momoka had to ruin it with something that actually made sense.

But hey, was the girls name Momomisu and she had understood that wrong the first time they met? but that thought was quickly overrode by a nice battle cry of boob slapping!
"Hey, count me in for a boob slapping too!"
She cheered while getting ushered out.

"Misuzu's not even...! Ugh... forget it..." Momoka was concerned they might ask about her partner's absence, but apparently for naught, as it was if they didn't even notice the pervy ninja wasn't there. That or they just didn't care. Whatever.

Clumped together with the rest of the Brats, Momoka was squeezed out of the room with them, as they scurried over towards the arena entrance, where it was almost their cue to make an entrance.

"So What" by P!nk started to play around the arena, the tune well known in the audience as being national anthem of a set of rather mischievous and pesky little brats... The Brat Pack made their way out and down to the ring.. Dani (one of the competitors tonight) dressed in her faint pink frilly apron.

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Izzi and Cham Cham had opted on escorting the team out on their high ranking mission, Izzi in particular sporting a grin from the corner of the lips and spoke of all sorts of mischief that she had in mind...

Dani clambered up the steps at one corner of the ring and bent over to step through the ropes, unintentionally showing off a little more then she intended to around the butt area to the audience. The ref and announcer (who hadn't actually announced the Brat Pack) looked surprised and confused by the kawaii's appearance at the ring. This wasn't helped as Izzi decided to roll in under the bottom ropes, walk up to them and swipe the microphone out of the hands of the announcer.

"Here.. Let me do your job for yer!" Izzi said to the announcer "Today the Brat Pack strike another fatal blow to the oversized bosom of the enemy!" She announced with much glee. "It's going to be 3 of the Brat Pack's top squirt special agents versus a certain Migiri-"

"aka Super Wardrobe girl.." Dani put in.

"Yes... So why don't you get you big fat ass out here so that we can kick back to the stone age and stick these three cute asses right in your silly face!" It was all good hype and all but the ref and announcer still looked confused. The announcer tentatively reached forwards so that she could talk into the mic.

"Uhm... Ms. .... Izzi...?"

"That's Mrs. Izzi to you!" She didn't seem to understand what the prefix suggested, it just suddenly more authoritative

"There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding... The Brat Pack aren't scheduled for a match with Migiri Oozora..."

"But I registered us into a match with her tonight"

"I'm afraid to say you can't have...  In fact, Migiri isn't even in the building tonight... So its quite impossible..." Izzi wrinkled her nose.

"Damnit! Dani... MomoMisu... Failed Kelli DiVanetti imposter... Didn't I tell you to make sure you were in a match tonight!" She said, skillfully diverting her failings