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...