Punk and Rap Don't Mix

[3ho]

Tulli got her kick in but she didn't get her leg back. "Hey!" The Brit stumbled, fighting with the gremlin that clung to her leg for a moment before intention of her opponent became clear. Dorah rammed her shoulder into the Brit's stomach and charged, bearing forward with all her strength. Tulli, on one leg mind you, didn't have a chance to halt this as her arms closed around the back of her opponent in a bid to try anything to stop this.

Unfortunately, there was scant little she could do and was treated to a walloping of her back ramming up against the cold metal of the bin behind her. "Oow!" Tulli's spine recoiled, head tilting back and chest jutting forward as she gasped. It took her a a second but Tulli steeled herself as she recovered. Her gaze sharpened as she brought her head back down to glare at her opponent.

"Now whose the little rage monster, twat!" Tulli spat as she raised and elbow and dropped it onto her opponent's back. If the little spaz wanted to eat a few more of those, Tulli brought her elbow down again aiming for a tender spot anywhere on her opponent's back before her other arm locked up and around Dorah's head as the two tussled.

Pinned against the dumpster was no place to be so Tulli tried to plant her feet and push back, hoping to move the lockup away from the dumpster and into open ground to line up for DDT...

[BlackAkuma]

They’d been fighting for, what? Five minutes?

Yo-Yo registered that somewhere in the back of her head as being significant. They really hadn't been going at this all that long, but you wouldn’t have guessed that from the way they were spitting venom at each other. She liked some people less than Tulli, sure, but she couldn't remember ever getting to this level of raw hate with anyone so quickly. It was kind of impressive.

It was enough to drive her on hard as rammed Tulli into the dumpster, putting a little extra stink on it and managing to knock the breath out of her opponent. The Brit wasn’t stunned for long, though, and quickly got some of her own offense in, wrapping those noodley arms around Yo-Yo’s neck and pushing back, forcing them away from the dumpster.

Yo-Yo might not have been too experienced with this whole wrestling thing, but even she was smart enough to know the setup for a DDT when she saw one, and having her skull rammed against solid pavement was not something she was too keen on experiencing. Knowing her time was short, she reached up from behind and grabbed a handful of Tulli’s moptop, yanking hair on the hair and wrenching her neck, while she worked hard an dislodging the hold with her other hand, hoping the combination would give her a fast exit.

[3ho]

You know, despite the paint and utter disrespect for her favorite jacket, Tulli was having fun. She usually did in a proper brawl. There was an aspect of her where she liked to hate like having an enemy of sorts. Dorah was absolutely worth the hate and proven insufferable, so it added a lot to the match. The producers did a good job, she concluded, but she had to start putting on her opponent away.

This DDT was going to be it. A bonk to the head would add that layer of fog in the head that would start turning the match in the Brit's favor. The right kind of spice to bake into this bread to start kneading her opponent into submission. Well, it wasn't a submission match, but anyone can get the idea. Dorah had probably guessed what was coming and the frantic pace of her struggling did indicate that.

Tulli dropped another elbow into Dorah's back with a laugh. "Quit your struggling and take your medicine, Dorah!" One last taunt and word in edgewise slipped out. A bit of surged confidence that had made Tulli just a little too slow to execute before an effective retaliation had happened.

Fingers caught her hair and pulled.

"Aaaugh!" She bellowed with her head tilting back, face wincing. Her whole body stiffened and concentration lacked just enough to allow Yo-Yo's escape from under her arm. "You rotten-!" She cursed and threw a closed fist aimed right at that rising head to give a fierce statement that her hair should be released at once!