A real life Mirror Match!? Momoka Shinokawa vs. Rosie Xu

Momoka quickly sat up a spat a bit, pretty sure she had gotten sweat in her mouth. "S-serves you right!" she stammered out, actually slightly embarrassed that she had done that. Misuzu was really rubbing off on her in a bad way.

Trying to shove that memory into the back of her mind, and remembering the indignity of Rosie's tiny tits in her face, the brattier clone started to crawl over towards her foe. 'Y-you're gonna regret messing with me...!"

Rosie felt a rip in her costume, looking down and indeed, Momoka's teeth had sank straight through the thin material, leaving part of chest exposed to everyone! Flush red in the face, Rosie glared at Momoka, who looked nearly as embarrassed herself!

"Y-you crazy bitch, it's not okay to bite people!" Rosie crawled backwards, quickly feeling the ropes against her back. Damn, out of places to go already.

Momoka continued her pursuit, crawling after Rosie all the way up to the ropes. Noticing the damage to her clone's outfit, she couldn't help but smirk, just a little. It was going to be... awkward trying to strip a girl who looked just like her, but stripping had pretty much been a constant in all her fights, for better or worse, and even contributed to her two official wins.

"It-it's your fault for putting it there!" Momoka retorted childishly. Trying to shut out all the distractions in her mind, she concentrated on going back on the offensive. With her doppleganger pushed up against the ropes, she lunged forward again, this time reaching for that dorky-looking band outfit, attempting to yank at it and cause some more damage.

Rosie had backed trapped herself between the ropes and a very pissed off Momoka. "S-stay away, you b-!" A loud tearing sound was accompanied by her scream, Momoka had tugged at the weak point her mouth had left, making the rip much bigger, exposing basically her entire top half.

With a bright red face, Rosie would swing her hand at Momoka, wanting nothing more than to smack her in the face for daring to do that to her!

Tearing open Rosie's top gave Momoka a great deal of satisfaction, and she was just about to make another flat-chested remark about the girl before she suddenly froze up. Seeing what was pretty much her clone half-naked and exposed like that suddenly gave her a bit of a chill, as all the memories of the numerous times this exact thing happened to her came flooding in.

For a maybe a brief second, anyway, before Rosie's hand struck her square across the cheek. With a loud sound, Momoka's head jerked violently towards the side before she tipped over. Laying on her side, she let out a soft groan, knocked a bit out of it by that blow.

"You're terrible! It's not cheap for one of these!" Rosie spat angrily. It seemed like Momoka wasn't really paying attention though, she was rather dazed from that hit. "After this, you owe me a new costume!"

Part of her wanted payback for being stripped down like this, but another part wanted to prove that she wasn't anything like this bratty pervert. Focus on winning first. She grabbed a handful of Momoka's pink hair, pulling both of them to their feet... and then tugging downwards on it to send her crashing back down to the mats.

Momoka yelped a bit as she was jerked up to her feet by her short, pink hair. Her hands instinctively shot to Rosie's wrists, but before she could do much else, her double yanked her right back down.

"You bitch...!" Momoka cried out, trying to find some some footing to ease the pull on her hair.

"I'm the bitch?!" Rosie said indignantly, yanking Momoka up by the hair again. Her plan was to just repeat this set of yanking up and down as many times as she could to wear her doppelganger down... although it was quite tiring for herself.

Once she was standing again, if Momoka didn't interrupt her, Rosie would send her down by the hair... actually yeah, this was kind of a bitchy move.

Getting jerked around again by her hair, Momoka was starting to get even more pissed off. Though she was a bit hesitant to copy another trick out her perverted partner's playbook, it was feeling pretty justified right now. Well... It wasn't even the first time she'd done it anyway.

The moment she was up and facing Rosie, Momoka let go of the girl's wrists and attempted to slam her fist right between her doppleganger's legs and up her skirt.

Rosie was feeling pretty good about herself, she'd taken back control of the match, and now she could jus- Momoka's fist suddenly gave her an uppercut beneath the belt.

"Oh!" the impact of Momoka's fist made Rosie stop for what felt like a long time, before she instantly crumpled onto the floor, clutching her crotch and convulsing on the floor, screaming silently. She glared at Momoka, but was otherwise helpless.