Presto has another doozy of a trick ready

“No more tricks out of you,” Ann spat, wrenching the hold.
“Just… nng… one…” Presto swung her shoulders, a smoke pellet popping from her cleavage and bursting on the mat, filling the ring with smoke. Ann wasn’t taken off guard this time, maintaining her hold.

“Nice try, you stuck up tart. I’m not letting go of you this… time…” The smoke cleared to reveal a pair of Prestos standing in front of her, the other still in her grasp. “The hell…? A stupid illusion…”

“You caught me,” Presto grunted, smiling weakly. “But which one is the real me?”
“Dumbass, I’ve got you right in my…” One of the upright Prestos punched Ann in the face, knocking her over. The three Prestos stood in front of her as she got up, Ann looking frantically from one to the other.

She just had to take a chance. She lunged and socked one in the gut.
“OOMF!”
“HA! Got ya now, ya prissy UNG!” Another Presto punched her in the stomach in return. Presto must have been switching positions between the three somehow, and doing it fast, as the three took turns smacking Ann around.