Punk and Rap Don't Mix

[3ho]

There was a problem with the way things had shaped out since the wall slam. One, Tulli head was still ringing from her head hitting the block wall. Second, her opponent was still behind her and apparently less worse off. A fact that Tulli wasn't privy to until a set of hands reached out and closed around her.

Reeled back in, Tulli found her rear ever so slightly scooted back so she could feel her lower back press into Yo-Yo's waist. The pair of wiry legs slipped around her sides, keeping her closed in as one hand grabbed her throat. Her opponent clutched at it, causing Tulli to lean back as one of her hands gripped at Yo-Yo's wrist. As for the other, TUlli had it clutching the underside of one of Dorah's thighs. Fingers soon turning and clutching to try and weather the pain as a set of fingernails from her opponent also turned against her stomach.

A deep clutch of her abs, nails sinking in to clutch at soft tissue made the Brit's whole body tense until the pressure and pain were too much that her clenched teeth opened, "Auuh..." She uttered a breathy groan, strained by the choke. The writhing had Tulli lean her torso backwards until she was pressing against the cushion of Yo-Yo's tits. Tulli's head tilted back the rest of the way, wavy hair brushing past Dorah's ear.

Tulli forced open an eyelid to side glare at her opponent. "You... fucking..." She grimaced through gritted teeth, suppressing the agonizing urge to utter another pained strain from her predicament, trying to latch onto anger and refusal of giving her opponent the satisfaction.

[BlackAkuma]

Everyone said that LAW was all about sex. Hot stuff. Making out. Lips on tits, bumping and grinding, fucking with foreign objects. And maybe they weren’t 100% wrong, but plenty of matches didn’t have that stuff going on. You could have two women trying to wreck each other without it dipping into porno territory.

That was what Yo-Yo had thought this was about, too…until now. Because sitting here, clutching Tulli, choking her out with one hand while she tried to rip her a new belly button with the other? It was kind of hot. She wouldn’t lie.

She clutched tighter as Tulli tried to speak and fell back, pulling the woman’s body over hers and clutching her even tighter. It might’ve even looked intimate from a distance, but they wouldn’t have seen the hate in Tulli’s eyes, the way Yo-Yo’s grip churned at her gut, or the way her claws sank deeper into her skin with each passing moment.

”Better save your breath, fishnets.” She growled into the woman’s ear, resisting the urge to bite it. ”Just go the fuck to sleep, and when you wake up? You’ll be back with your fucking jacket again, I promise.” She snickered, deep and guttural. ”Let it happen, let it fucking happen…”

…screw it, one bite. Couldn't help herself.

[3ho]

Tulli liked to think she was undefeated in her life but that simply wasn't the truth. It hardly ever was for most athletes and fighters with the exception of the most exceptional. Tulli wasn't exceptional but she was probably pretty good. If you had to put betting odds on this match, which was becoming quite a sickening epidemic for the world now, she was favored. A prior record that was winning in a tough league, but it was a debut match. Dorah seemed scrawny so probably had a losing record, existing as a dredge or jobber on the roster. That meant there were some gambling addicts pumping their fist and howling as they saw Tulli this way.

Honestly, repulsive.

Dorah wasn't repulsive, believe it or not. Her attitude was, but her appearance had a good urban aesthetic. Her tats were nice, especially those rings on her fingers. So sitting in the embrace of someone like her might have been a fun night but this was Dorah. The kind of woman who was crude and just frankly, a bitch. So no, it would not be a fun night with her.

By all evidence presently, it seemed like Yo-Yo had Tulli dead to rights here. Captured in the embrace of claw and choke, Tulli's death grip on Dorah's thigh faltered, easing off while the hand gripping the wrist that was choking her, drooped and fell to the side.

The feeling must have been something because Dorah's teeth bit and gnawed on her ear which was finally enough to get Tulli to break. "Kuuhhhuhh..." She breathed an exhaustive groan through her parted lips, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the grip on her stomach tighten and flare in agony...

God, a loss to Dorah after all this would be the worst...

[BlackAkuma]

…holy shit, Yo-Yo was going to win this wasn’t she?

That was the main thought going through her head right now, as she had Tull in her clutches and was in the process of straight choking the bitch out in the most humiliating way she could think of. Her time in LAW hadn't gone all that well, if she were being honest - she was on the back of a three match losing streak, and none of those were losses she could be proud of, either. But here, in this alley, she finally felt like she’d found her niche. This was her sort of ring, her sort of fight, and she was finally where she was supposed to be: on top.

She kept her tight, gripped the throat hard, really dug into her stomach, like she was curving the guts out of a pumpkin with her bare hands. The pain in her thighs wasn’t nothing, but it was growing weaker by the moment, and she was more than willing to put up with it if meant putting Tulli down.

”That’s it, there we go.” She cooed into the fading fighter’s ear. ”Nice and easy, like a good little bitch.”

She could’ve knocked her out, too, but that would’ve meant Tulli wouldn’t know what happened next, and she really wanted the woman to know. Wanted her to be aware.

She abruptly abandoned the hold after a final squeeze and threw her legs over Tulli’s body straddling her waist and keeping her. ”Open wide. Got a parting gift for you.”

Despite saying it like a request, it wasn’t one in the least - instead, she reached down, gripped Tulli’s jaw, and forced her lips to part. It wouldn’t be easy to keep them that way, but she didn't need to for long. Just long enough for her to dip and let fly with a glob of spit, right into her mouth.