The street is conspicuously bare, much like Julie is becoming

No rubber tires. No traffic cones. No uprooted traffic signs. Just about nothing that any player of Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: The Game would consider useful in any kind of boss fight. Julie was in a boss fight right now, with no way to fight back against her opponent, and no conveniently placed weapon to help her out of a bad situation. There was only one thing she could think to use, something she'd seen Scott use a time or two in his shitty street brawls...

Julie jumped to the side to avoid Ramona's hammer and grabbed under the shoulders of one of the bystanders. She hugged him close, pressing the guy's face unintentionally into her boobs as she tried to get him up into a wrestling lift. The barista grunted in exertion, bending her legs for leverage, but finding it useless.

"... Jules, you uh... you remember you're fighting me, right? Is your lock-on broken or something?"

"I was trying to-- hrrrrrgh-- lift this guy and --huffffff- throw him at you!"

"That only works if you knock him down onto the ground first," Ramona responded with a dry frown. "And it's best to do that against people you don't like, not innocent bystanders."

"The whole fucking world is full of people I don't like!" Julie growled, still trying to lift the guy off of the sidewalk to toss at her opponent. She looked over her shoulder with widening eyes, seeing Ramona had closed the distance. "I blame you for thiiiis!" she howled at the guy she was attempting to throw, before the hammer caught her square in the side. The hit caused her to do a spit-take and ragdoll into the apartment building, impacting so that she was half-embedded in it with her ass sticking out towards the crowd. Where she'd been standing, shreds of the maid part of her ensemble, including the headband and its ears, the bowtie neck piece, and the apron, all fluttered down onto the asphalt.

Julie's dizzy voice came from inside the wall: "Are we done yet? That's gotta be the end of the show, right?"

The camera-man answered from nearby as he zoomed in for a better shot of her cheeks. The fishnets were fraying all over, not that they were covering much in the first place. "This is round two of five!"

"Two of five?! Two of fucking five?!" Julie complained, kicking her feet in indignation as she struggled to pull herself out from where her front half was embedded in some stranger's living room. "You know, guy, people prefer short-form media nowadays! Look it up! Youtube shorts!"

Behind her, unseen by Julie, Ramona was hoisting her hammer up for another hit while the crowd cheered. It didn't seem like Julie was going to manage to strip a thing off of her opponent, but she was garnering cheers like an especially popular babyface in a wrestling match. Plus, she'd been pretty effective in stripping Julie, which was the next best thing to stripping Ramona in this situation.

"Sponsors are going to be real happy with this! Hit her hard, Ramona!" the camera-man cheered, along with the audience.

"What? Huh? What the fuck is happening? Time out!" Julie complained, struggling to wrench herself free as Ramona did an old-school wind up, swinging her hammer in a slow circle as though to gather up power.

Roll 9!

Outfit durability: 15/28 (bunnysuit, torn fishnet leggings, glasses)