Two vs one, no DQ Hyuga sisters vs Yona Giovanni

" No DQ means no rules. "
Fumiko said as the chair made contact with the back of Yona, Midori would tell her sister to stop as she wanted this match to last longer

"Heh.. you two really think you're shit? I'll take both of you on at the same time if I have to get the point across—I'm going to kick both of your asses!" she shouted, legs quivering as she forced her body to stand back up.
She let out a prolonged growl, abruptly tackling her elbow into Midori's stomach. She had to focus on weakening one of them first if she wanted to truly win the match, but her ego told her otherwise. The wicked heel took ahold of the bunny girl's hair, tossing her at the turnbuckle where Fumiko was. She gestured for both girls to come at her at the same time, wanting to show that even if she was just one girl, she'd humiliate the sisters all the same.

The sisters groan slightly and they both look at Yona and rushes at her.
" WE'LL DESTROY YOU.
Both shouted as they both try to clothesline her.

She laughed so loudly that her voice could be heard throughout the stadium. Then she saw the sisters coming. She ducked their attack and hit them with a punch to the clothesline, breaking their grip. Then she jumped up and punched them in the face, trying to divert their attention. However, she quickly went back to targeting Midori with a few more punches to her stomach.

They both grab and grab their stomachs in slight pain, Yona was annoying them. The sisters try to hit a double elbow to Yona's chest.

Yona figured that the other sister would retaliate fairly quickly, so she decided to tank the elbow from Midori, switching her focus over to Fumiko. She snatched her arm before she could hit her and, with all her might, picked up the girl and slammed her into her sister. Yona couldn't possibly be physically stronger than both girls, but her experience has taught her well, along with her months of training. She could have never picked up a fighter who was thirty pounds heavier than her at the start of her career, but here she was. She managed to rise to the top all on her own. She was proud of herself and didn't need anyone else to assist her, unlike the sisters. In all actuality, this match wouldn't have happened if Midori had just let her sister fight her own battles. She scoffed, waiting for the girls to recover.

Both groan as they were thrown into each other, they were lightly dazed.
" Ow, fuck. "
Both mumble and slowly gets up. Both tried to fight back and both attempts to hit her with Superman punches.

Yona snickered, having observed something the sisters hadn't noticed. She slid underneath both girls easily, amused that they seemed slower when they worked together. However, if things kept going like this, the match wouldn't progress whatsoever. She stomped on Midori's foot while elbowing Fumiko's stomach. Afterward, she rises back up and punches both in the face once again.
"Your teamwork seems to be your downfall, doesn't it, ehhh?!" she shouted, a radiant smirk across her face. She was smug but observed both girls to make sure none of them got one over on her.

Both groan in pain as Yona attack them Fumiko grabs her stomach in pain and falls down and groan, Midori stumble back and grabs her nose, it was bleeding.
" Sis you okay? " Fumiko asked noticing that midori was bleeding.
" Yeah. " Midori said

"Tsk.."
Yona, taking their conversation as a moment to strike, stomped on Fumiko's head, containing her down onto the canvas. She wanted to torture Midori a bit so she'd target her injured sister a bit more. Needless to say, she was still quite furious about getting hit with a chair, so she didn't plan on going easy. Blood trickled down her hair; her head was pretty heavily damaged from said attack. There was a tired glee in the undead wrestler's eyes nonetheless. She promptly followed up her first assault on Fumiko with a hard kick to the face. Her opponent had been downed beforehand, making it all the more easier for her to get one over on the redhead. She didn't forget about Midori, however, making sure that she stayed put. If she approached her, she was prepared to throw an uppercut at a moment's notice.