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.”

[3ho]

The concept of buying it for life meant a lot to Tulli. So, few companies anymore made a product to last, and fashion was certainly going that route. Fast fashion encouraged rapid manufacture and discarding clothes, so they were made cheaply. Don't ask questions, just consume. That meant finding something that was made to last a lifetime often times took a bit of work, and well, money. Her jacket wasn't cheap and when Yo-Yo talked trash about her jacket, that caught her attention. Face lifting to watch the horror of her opponent lifting the lid and tossing it inside. Metal lid slamming shut thereafter.

Okay.

Fuck this bitch.

That was going to be paid back tenfold.

"Mnph!" Tulli hissed through clench teeth as Dorah came over and kicked her in the side. Her body clenched on the ground as her side flared in pain. She took the hit fine. The jacket meant far more than the kick to the side. The second kick came in, planting the toe of her opponent's shoe right into the same spot that was already tender. "Augh..." Her head snapped up and threw out a groan as she turned her head to the side clearly annoyed. "Kick me one more time, yeah? See how you regret it!" Tulli snapped in aggravation.

She knew what she was doing. Ego was a motivator in a situation like this. Who wouldn't resist the urge to kick a third time just to test that threat of hers and that was the point. Tulli could see now and she was watching her opponent now and looking specifically for that kick and at just the right moment when she thought that third kick would fire off, she'd roll to catch that foot. She'd hold on and spring up to lift and throw that leg up, hopefully throwing her opponent off balance and send her toppling to the ground.

If Tulli was right about Yo-Yo, she'd kick just to taunt about that threat.

[BlackAkuma]

If there was one thing Yo-Yo was good at - beside rapping and fighting, of course - it was pissing people off. You could even say it was kind of a gift. She could get under people’s skin in record time, one way or another, and when that happened you could make them do the craziest, dumbest shit.

And Yo-Yo could tell, she was already there with Tulli. It was hard to say whether she’d gotten there after the spray paint in the face or if she’d only just gotten there because of throwing her goofy ass jacket in the trash, but she was definitely there, no question about it.

She could hear the seething hatred in Tulli’s voice as she landed her kick, begging her for more. If punishment was what the dumbass wanted, who was Yo-Yo to say no.

Yo-Yo came in fast, swung her leg in an g, looking to punt Tulli’s head clean off-

That was when everything everywhere went wrong all at once. The kick missed its mark but still caught, as Tulli managed to grab hold of it in midmotion. Yo-Yo went flailing and flying and she was pulled off her feet, and wound up getting roughly dumped on the concrete.

A bad fall, but she knew it would be getting worse if Tulli capitalized. She brought her other leg up, trying to kick at her opponent’s gut, and attempted to scramble away, hoping to get clear before the worst trasnpired.

[3ho]

Oooh yeah.

Tulli had Yo-Yo figured out.

Seizing her opponent by the ankle, the Brit spun to a single kneeling position as she thrusted that leg up to topple her opponent with Tulli continuing with the motion to rise to her own feet. She kept a grip on that captured ankle as she stood above her opponent, roles reversed compared to a moment ago. When that desperate kick came lashing out, Tulli side-stepped and looped her free arm around it to effectively have both legs captured.

The Brit's face turned with a wicked grin. "Nice of you to offer the other foot, Love. Helped me decide what I'm doing next." She chirped, giving her opponent a swift kick to the rear in a crude restitution for at least one of those earlier kicks. That wasn't nearly enough to settle the score, however, and with another raised boot, she brought it past the divide of Yo-Yo's captured legs to bring it down at the center of her stomach.

"First a cheeky bit of payback, yeah..." Tulli scoffed before beginning to work on tying her opponent's legs around one of hers, one wrapped around to be pinned underneath and the other, Dorah's left, still captured and the target of this submission hold.

Tulli dropped herself back, first onto her rear and then laying prone to try and lock in the figure-four leg submission! "Let's see you kick me again after this!"

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, this was bad. Super bad. Yo-Yo found herself on the floor, writhing about, desperately trying to get away from the woman who held her leg captive and making absolutely no progress. Worse yet, her attempts at escape only screwed things up to an even greater degree, as Tulli managed to snag both of her legs. She didn't know what was coming next, but if the look on her opponent’s face and the things she was saying were anything to go by, it would suck.

And she was right.

Yo-Yo yelped as the Brit kicked her butt, quitely, her foot cracking right on the tailbone. That would’ve sucked enough, but Tulli had other planned, and those plans involve threading their legs together, twisting them around, and…

”No, wait, wait-

Tulli did not wait, as she pulled Yo-Yo around in a wrestling move so iconic that even a newcomer like her was familiar with it: The figure-four leglock.

Yo-Yo couldn't keep the cries from coming out as her legs were stretched and pressed and pulled, feeling as if the tendons would snap on her at any moment. For now, all she could do was writhe and thrash, all the while scanning for any way out of this, anything that could help her.

[3ho]

Tulli laid with Yo-Yo's isolated leg in her hands leisurely enjoying the frantic cries and struggle from her opponent. The Brit wasn't a sadistic person, but revenge was very, very sweet to her so took a moment to let this one sink in. Finally she sat up, still keeping the submission locked in. "Aww, just screams and cries left? Where is all that Yank shit you wanted to say, hm?" Tulli mocked keeping an eye on Yo-Yo and just as the other woman would try to rally to say anything, she'd twist the leg she had captured to stir a wave of pain to silence anything. Even if nothing would come, Tulli would still twist that pain just to garner that reaction out.

This was a lesson, plain and simple. Don't fuck with her.

"Oh don't be such a tot about it. You earned this." Tulli let the hold go on for a moment longer but there was no point, she figured. This match wasn't won by tap out, so she wasn't going to push Yo-Yo to lose but maybe to injury. That was a tempting thought... but no.

Not today, at least.

Tulli released the leg and pulled herself free of her opponent's writhing. She had an agenda to accomplish now but Dorah wasn't quite softened up yet. Reaching down to grab that ankle she had earlier, the Brit rose to her feet and strode around to her opponent's side and rifled a kick to the woman's side as a crude attempt to force her to turn over. At least start to as Tulli tried to grab one of her opponent's wrists and then with careful placement of the feet, that being into Yo-Yo's back, Tulli fell back onto her bum and pulled on the captured limbs to try and continue the pain with a sequential submission of a Bow and Arrow!

[BlackAkuma]

Wrestling moves? Who the hell uses wrestling moves in a street fight?

Tulli, apparently, and truth told, she was pretty good at it. Aaliyah had tried to teach her this figure-four thing in their training together, but she could never quite get the hang of it, much less use it an actual match, but Ms. Fishnets had locked the silly thing in with ease. It was honestly a little embarrassing, not that there was any way in hell she was ever going to communicate that with Tulli.

For the moment, though, all she could do was suffer in it. There was probably some cool, slick, intricate way to escape this move, but fuck if Yo-Yo knew it. The only saving grace she had here was that she couldn't be beaten with a submission. Rules said she had to go in the dumpster, first. Though it would be a fuckload easier for Tulli to do that if Yo-Yo couldn't walk.

Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to suffer in the hold for long.

Unthankfully, Tulli had something else in mind.

”Oh, you want to hear me talk, huh?” Yo-Yo gritted her teeth, trying hard to ignore the blazing pain in her legs. ”Just wait till I get up, I got plenty to say-”

A kick to the side ended her rant, as she was flipped over like a pancake, flat on her flat chest. ”Hey, hey, what are you doing, what the fuck-”

What Tulli was doing was putting Yo-Yo in some kind of weird stretching hold, pushing against her back while she pulled her arms away, digging into her with the heel and putting too much pressure on her shoulder. Yo-Yo let out a long, exasperated groan, from both the pain and the rage, as she wriggled in the hold.

”Don’t…know why you’re so fucking mad.” She grumbled through the pain. ”Face looks better with the paint and you look better without that dumb-ass jacket, you silly fuck!”

[3ho]

Honestly, it was admirable that Dorah was still trying her trash talk routine through gritted teeth while getting tied up in submission after submission. It took guts to hang in there and sprout off nonsense while you're getting your body bent. Well it was either that or stupidity. In Dorah's case, Tulli would consider the latter as this wasn't convincing her to not stop.

Tulli responded to Yo-Yo's prattle about the paint and jacket with a stiff kick to the back before pulling on the wrist and ankle she had more. "Oh come off it, Dorah, you're absolutely minging the way you roll out of bed. Mum's raincoat and a little rummage through rubbish bin for the rest?" She carried on, knowing full well her accent would just add that extra layer of smugness over her opponent.

Though her little improvised hold had run its course. She had other, more personal business to attend to. Tulli moved her foot to the back of Yo-Yo's head and then bent down to grab mummy's raincoat and began to pull it off of her opponent in the same fashion that her opponent did with her! "No, Dorah, I'm not mad but I am about to get even for that little stunt earlier." With a ceaseless pull, Tulli pried off the jacket and carried it over to the rubbish bin and lifted the lid. "Trash was it, again?"

Then she dumped it in with a satisfying slam of the lid.

"All better now." Tulli said nonchalant as she waltzed over to her opponent before trying to throw a swift punt to the other woman's side in another retaliatory move!

[BlackAkuma]

”Ow! Fucker!”

Yo-Yo yelped as the woman gave her a spiteful kick in the back, stretching her out even worse, before she fired back with more of that fancy English bullshit. She had absolutely no idea what the hell ‘minging’ meant, but she got enough context to know Tulli was trashing her style.

This bitch. Trashing her style.

”Fuck…right off!” She grumbled and tried again to pull away. Another failed attempt. ”Generic Goth Number 2 looking…hey, hey!” The stretch abruptly ended as Tulli reached over and grabbed her jacket instead, tugging it off and sending several of her paint cans scattering. It came off easy thanks to the size, leaving Yo-Yo to flop hard on her back. Aching, she could only look on as Tulli marched over to the dumpster, opened it up, and…

”You piece of hot shit!” Yo-Yo hissed - literally hissed - as she saw the woman throwing her jacket, which was much better than the ugly one that Tulli had, into the dumpster. Just the sight of that alone was enough to give her a boost of red-hot anger energy, and she was already pushing her way up when Tully came rushing back in and shot her leg out for another kick.

It landed, crashing hard in Yo-Yo’s sternum, but she wouldn’t be getting that leg back right away. The punkette wrapped her arm around Tulli’s thigh, using it as an anchor as she continued to rise up. She drove her shoulder into her opponent’s stomach, pushed forward hard, and put her all into ramming her Tulli’s back into the dumpster, looking to hammer her up against the unforgiving metal.