Punk and Rap Don't Mix

[3ho]

Tulli was already feeling miserable but then Dorah opened her mouth. God, she wanted to shut her up. the hand on her stomach curled into a ball as she clenched her teeth. In due time, she swore just as soon as she felt the debilitation of the spray paint flush from herself. Although as soon as Tulli felt her opponent's fingers tangle in her hair, she certainly wanted to move that timeline up.

"Auh!" Tulli sounded through an open mouth in a pained whine as her hair was yanked on to lift her head. She was made to look up, her one hand reaching a bit to keep her stable on the ground as she opened an eye to glare at Yo-Yo with clenched teeth and a furrowed brow. "Twat..." She spat in reply at the woman just before being released. Tulli would have collapsed back to the ground but her opponent wasn't quite done with her as the Brit felt her jacket being seized.

Her torso lifted as she was held by the jacket before it was tugged about. So the thing about Tulli's jacket vs Yo-Yo's was that hers was tighter to her frame and much shorter so it was quite harder to remove. You'd have to get the arms just right for it to easily slide off but this wasn't easy. Tulli felt herself yanked forward, knees scrapping against the pavement tiles below as she was dragged along for about a foot before one of the Brit's arms lifted to allow one sleeve to slide up along her arm.

"The fuck you think you are doing?" She protested but as the tension then keeping Tulli up slackened, her torso drooped until the sleeve popped free of her arm, sending her crashing into the pavement. The other sleeve was easier as a result and freed the jacket from Tulli's person more readily as she lay there face down.

"What a fucking bitch, taking my jacket..." Tulli muttered she lifted her head from the ground, rubbing her glove across her face and wiping off a bit of the paint. She spat to the ground, eyes blinking as she stewed about what she was going to do with her opponent when the roles were reversed.

[BlackAkuma]

‘Twat’? Did this bitch just call her a ‘twat’? Yo-Yo wasn’t even 100% sure what that was. She was fairly sure she’d heard it in a Jason Statham movie once, but aside from that she couldn't recall the context. It definitely wasn’t a term of endearment, though, and the way she said it, it kind of sounded like it meant the same thing ‘cunt’. Which meant that Tulli still didn’t have the proper amount of respect for her. They needed to fix that, didn’t they?

It just made Yo-Yo all the more determined for what came next. Yeah, getting Tulli’s tight-ass jacket off wasn’t easy, but that just made her more determined to get it done. She gripped the jacket tighter and pulled hard, dragging it like a puppy with a chew toy, yanking left and right and left again, until finally, finally the damn thing came off, nearly taking Tulli’s arm with it in the process.

”Fuck!” Yo-Yo stumbled back, nearly fall on her ass again as she pulled it free. ”The fuck do you even wear a jacket this damn small and tight for, anyway, huh? Trash, is it was it is.”

And what do you do with trash?

Yo-Yo took a step over, lifted up the dumpster lid, tossed it inside, and slammed it shut, making sure to it made as much noise as possible. Even if Tulli couldn't see what just happened, she’d know.

Fun as that was, she hadn't forgotten about business, and she saw a golden opportunity now as Tulli was still down and recovering, leaving herself wide open. She came at her from the side, stepped in, and threw another hard kick at her midsection, this time targeting her side, going for the ribs. ”Fucking pathetic, this all you got? You get a little arts and crafts in your face and you’re done? Another kick, driven in even harder. ”Say some more stupid British stuff. Come on, let me hear it.”