Simone loses, badly

She does her best, but it's hard to concentrate on the game when you've been deprived of your pants and the girls on the other team are rubbing it in at every opportunity. One by one, the girls on Simone's team are tripped up, knocked over and dumped in the mud. A defence player sneaks up behind her and smacks her firmly on the butt, distracting her long enough for the elf to send the ball sailing straight past her head and into the goal again.

"Oh, no..."

"Too bad for Simone," you say, as the seven blushing girls feel their tops yanked up and over their heads. They're left to play in just their shoes, their socks, their athletic panties and their sports bras, while the boys cheer and their fully-clothed opponents taunt and tease and mock them. You can see Simone starting to get mad. When play starts against she sprints towards her elven nemesis, fully intending to tackle the other girl out of the game before she can even get near the ball. Unluckily for her, she's so distracted that she doesn't even notice two other players racing around the edge of the arena towards her goal.

"Gee, that was easy."

"What?" Simone stamps her feet in frustration. "Come on, Raider, this isn't fair! It's hard to play in my underwear!"

"Sorry, Simone, I didn't know. Let me help you with that."

"Really. Wow, Raider, I didn't know you were so... you're going to take off my underwear, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

Seven sports bras come undone and fly into the crowd, leaving seven very angry powerball players to stand before a hooting audience in nothing but their shoes, their socks and their panties, with their hands cupped over their breasts to preserve the last traces of their modesty. Simone grits her teeth as she stares the grinning elf directly in the eyes. This isn't over yet. There's still time to turn this thing around.