Two vs one, no DQ Hyuga sisters vs Yona Giovanni

Midori watches as her sister was brutally assaulted by yona and she couldn't do anything unless she wanted to end up with a broken jaw because of an uppercut.
" You're a fucking bitch. "
Midori shouts, already deciding to attack, she rammed at Yona, hoping to take her down.

Before the girl could reach her, Yona sent an uppercut toward Midori, her attention temporarily switching away from Fumiko. She softly placed her foot over Midori's head, rubbing her boot against her forehead in an act of disrespect. She scoffed, surprised that she'd even done something so stupid for her sister. Now Yona would kick her ass, and no one could stop her. Fumiko was probably still recovering from her attack, so she focused on the bunny girl. Yona laughed at the poor thing, relieved that the girls were rather terrible at teamwork. Both girls on their own were strong, but together, they were far too predictable and, honestly, pretty damn slow. It gave Yona time to avoid any attacks they'd send. After all, Yona has had her fair share of getting jumped—either from her childhood or in the ring.
"Well, shit. Now I'm sure both of you aren't my kids—you both fucking suck," she laughed.

While distracted with Midori Fumiko manage to grab a hold of Yona's shorts and started pulling them down hoping that would distract her so her and her sister could double team her.

"Oh? Thanks! I needed to air out my pussy a bit,"She joked, punching Fumiko in the face once again. She was starting to tire of the repetitive back and forth, planning to mix things up a bit. However, she was still in a difficult place at the moment, stuck between both sisters. She had currently switched over her attention to Fumiko, leaving an opening for Midori to strike. She didn't mind her briefs being pulled down; Yona had never been one for insecurities over her body, so she instead indulged the girl and fully took them off, leaving them on the canvas. She couldn't hold back a large smile, knowing her opponent had probably expected her to be troubled by getting her body exposed to an audience. She had once been a sex worker almost two years ago, so she had gotten used to it. A little nudity didn't bring her shame like people would normally expect. Yona, aware that her sister was surely still recovering, spun around, slamming her bare ass into the face of Fumiko. She smugly giggled, excited to see her opponent's reaction to such depravity.

Midori and Fumiko would be getting annoyed at her, how was she so good at facing a tag team without a partner herself.

The brunette, having lost a large amount of weight, was a bit faster than she had ever been before. Of course, as an athlete, she was already naturally rather skilled in her profession, but when it came to fighting two opponents, she knew it was easier to get in their minds and target them one by one if she wanted to gain the best results. It required her to be quick enough to avoid two sets of attacks on such short notice, but this also wasn't her first fight with more than one opponent. All she had to do was put their teamwork at a disadvantage by breaking their coordination. Then again, Yona didn't have to go that far for the sisters. Together, the sisters were fairly clunky and slow. Yona could see the girls coming from a mile away. The only real choice they had to overwhelm the brunette was to both fight her separately at the same time, but as she was severely more experienced with fighting large amounts of people, her senses were well versed enough to make up for a partner.
She quickly unstrapped her turtleneck crop top. It was an abnormal move, to say the least, but by then, her hunger had far more control over her mind than she could even comprehend. She could care less that people saw her bare breasts, but if she were to lose, she'd surely freak out. She didn't exactly think her clothes slowed her down, but if it weren't illegal to be naked, she wouldn't be wearing anything whatsoever. She quickly got into a defensive stance, inching away from both sisters before telling them both to approach her.
"I guess it's time for your breast feeding, since you both want to act like babies," she joked, pressing her wrists across her boobs.

They both started cursing her out in Japanese and they would both attempt to tackle her down.

"Aww, gonna give mommy a hug?" She teased, getting tackled without much of a fight. She struggled a bit, of course, not being able to escape the grasp of two fairly strong women, but she didn't seem too worried about losing. She was normally pretty overconfident, but strangely, she hadn't even really felt like taking the two girls seriously. She got quite a bad taste in her mouth after seeing the two. They were pathetic and weak compared to her. Even so, she could only headbutt one girl, so she decided to just aim at the girl she hated the most out of the two. She slammed her forehead into Midori, not too fond of how she interrupted their match just to defend her sister. That was solely the reason why she hated her more since the two sisters were practically identical in personality to her.

Both continue to curse her out in Japanese and started punching her body until Midori was knocked out by a headbutt.

Yona held her shoulder, the hits stinging quite a bit. She managed to knock out Midori, chuckling a bit at how comically she collapsed. After that, she didn't seem too worried about facing Fumiko, as she wouldn't have even beaten Yona in their first match if it weren't for her being upset. She flirted with the girl in her native language, Greek, soon slamming her foot into her opponent's knee and quickly running over to Midori to put her in a pin before her sister could stop her. She leaped over the unconscious girl, the referee quickly slamming his hand on the matt as he counted up, "1... 2..."