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!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, hair-pulling was kind of a bitch move. But, to be fair, Tulli was a bitch. So it was, you know…thematic and shit.

Whatever the case, it was way better than having her head slammed into concrete and getting knocked out, or even worse. Yo-Yo had no intention of waking up in a dumpster, and she was willing to pull out all of the stops to keep that from happening. And, surprise surprise, it worked - her opponent let go of the hold, and she was spared the experience of getting her skull rocked. At least, not in the way she feared most.

What she got, instead, was a nasty, sharp shot in the face, one that sent her head spinning and gave Tulli the release she was looking for. Yo-Yo stumbled away on a shaky leg, and likely would’ve fallen flat if her flailing hands hadn't found the edge of a rickety wooden crate at the last second, clutching it tight and using it for support.

…yeah, that’d do.

Yo-Yo gripped the crate with her other hand, lifted it up, and sent it flying in Tulli’s direction, not caring too much which part of her it hit, but hoping for the head.

[3ho]

Fist, meet skull.

God, it felt good to sock Dorah's dumb face... Okay, well, it wasn't the face but the side of the head but that still provided that full catharsis of hitting someone you really wanted to. No words and no notes as Tulli watched her opponent spin and stagger. There wasn't quite a satisfying one-hit knockout but hey, she'd take it.

The follow-up was going to be even better as the Brit strutted forward to her opponent. The sight of Dorah shakily holding onto a wooden crate was encouraging and a spot that would lead to so many possibilities. If only she had started moving sooner, however...

Tulli stopped mid-step as her opponent heaved up the wooden crate and tossed it. What the heck was this? A video game??

Tulli raised her arms and tried to dip to the side to get out of the way. The wooden crate soared, fast enough that it caught Tulli's raised arm that protected her head. It didn't just bounce off but exploded in a cacophony of destruction with wood splitters and pieces flying everywhere. "Tch!" Tulli clicked her tongue as the force sent her dip to a stagger, stumbling a step before she reached out and caught herself on the wall.

Okay it was a video game.

Tulli thought as she leaned against the wall in front of her, arms stretched out and pushing against the wall like she was in lock-up or getting a police search. She didn't even realize it as she sighed, slightly rattled as she wiped at a wood splinter that had caught under her eye. That was close to something fucked up. Though with her back to Dorah, she hadn't a sense of what was coming...

[BlackAkuma]

No, it wasn’t the most creative of moves. Yo-Yo could concede that she wasn’t exactly the most creative of people. Partly because she couldn't be assed to do her training long enough to learn much in the way of wrestling moves and counters for these sorts of situations.

But it worked. Sort of.

It wasn’t exactly a direct hit, but the crate clipped Tulli and cut her arm, looking nasty at a glance. Even better, it forced her to back off for a bit and sent her up against the wall, leaving her wide open, and-

Huh, Tulli had a nice butt.

Okay, push that away, back to business. Seeing her chance, Yo-Yo rushed in at full speed, leaped up, and threw her onto Tulli’s back, latching on like a backpack. Her thin, wiry legs came around the woman’s stomach while her arms circled around her neck, going for a rear naked choke!

…or, well, an attempt at one. She wasn’t really good at doing it fancy like they did in MMA, so she just wrapped her arms around Tulli’s neck and squeezed as hard as she could. It’d do.

[3ho]

Tulli had occupied herself with picking splinters out of her arm. She was lucky there wasn't a rusty nail or something stabbed into her skin but still picking through a few splinters was annoying. Just why was there a wooden crate in this alleyway, who knows. She might have a complaint on that one but honestly, nobody would have guessed it would have been thrown like a grenade and explode in a shower of wood. If anything, she'd have a case on that damn paint smuggled in.

Oh right.

Dorah was still slithering about. Her head would still be ringing from that punch but she should be-!

"Kuh!" Tulli gasped, cutting off as arms wrapped her neck and legs her waist. Unfortunately, the Brit was caught completely unaware and Yo-Yo had exactly what she was looking for. Tulli's hands gripped at the arms around her neck and tried to alleviate the growing concern of Dorah's death grip around her neck, but she was falling behind. The saving grace was that her opponent didn't quite know how to lock in a rear choke as some other wrestlers might.

Tulli staggered into the middle alleyway as she fought with her opponent for the space around her neck. Her hands shifted to the wrists of her Dorah and gripped them before applying an outward push. Shakey arms fought against her opponent in a test of strength that Tulli was winning as she freed space around her neck. She inhaled deeply. "Bloody leech is what you are..." Tulli said through gritted teeth, managing to move a disadvantaged position to a stalemate but her opponent was still latched on.

[BlackAkuma]

”Fucking go to sleep, bitch!”

Yo-Yo latched onto Tulli like the world’s sassiest limpet, clamping tight around her body and putting on the best squeeze she could muster. Submission moves like this weren’t her thing; she usually preferred to bash her opponent until they couldn't get up anymore, but she wasn’t about to ignore a golden opportunity like this. Making this bitch pass out in the middle of a dirty street appealed, and she loved the idea of her waking up in a dumpster next to her stupid jacket.

Of course, she wasn’t sure how she would get the woman’s unconscious body into that dumpster, but hey. One step at a time.

Like with everything, though, Tulli was making this way more difficult than it had to be, as she fought hard to get her arms away from her neck, with way more success than she would’ve liked. In fact, she was probably going to get free, no matter how hard Yo-Yo tried.

But that didn’t mean she was out of ideas. Hell, Tulli gave her a good one.

”I’m a fucking leech, huh?” Yo-Yo growled through her teeth, before opening her mouth and using said teeth to give Tulli a sharp bite on her neck.

[3ho]

God, this woman was a parasite.

It was fitting Dorah was clinging to her like a facehugger from Alien. Only it was a slightly stunted and a little mentally unwell for a facehugger. At least that was Tulli's opinion, but she was sure, she could find others to agree. Especially in this situation with Dorah clinging to her back and trying to choke her out. Yet that wasn't even the worst offense yet as the growl would confirm that identity of being a leech as those pearly whites opened and shuttered on a section of Tulli's neck!

"Oooowww!" Tulli whined, her whole body tensing as she felt her opponent's teeth sink into her neck and pinching the flesh there. "You're fucking biting me!" Tulli hollered in shock as if she couldn't believe she was being bitten. Well, she could, people bit all the time in a nasty fight. This was turning out to be one of those, she thought.

A nasty fight that you walk away from feeling it for the next day. Seeing as that was how it was going, Tulli began to backpedal a few steps before taking a backwards leap right towards the wall!

Maybe it was something done in haste, however. As Tulli leapt backwards, whether intentionally or not, there was no Dorah behind her head. Probably because she was still biting her neck, but the result was as follows. Yo-Yo got smushed between the wall and Tulli but the back of Tulli's head whipped back and collided with the cinderblocks resulting in her going blank for a second.

Tulli's legs gave out and she slide down to a seated position, leaned back into Yo-Yo. Yo-yo was pinned between her and the wall but there was a chance Tulli had the worst of it as she delicately grabbed the back of her head. "Agh... That hurt..."

[BlackAkuma]

Hey, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for Yo-Yo, either. Tulli tasted like shit.

She didn’t bite hard enough to break skin, lucky her, but she knew from experience that a bite like this had to hurt like total fucking hell, probably felt like fire on her skin, exactly the sort of pain she was hoping for. At this point, actually winning the match was becoming a distant concern in her eyes. Her main goal wasn’t winning, it was dishing out as much damage to this woman as possible. It was all about the punishment.

And there would be plenty of punishment to go around. She wasn’t sure if Tulli did it on purpose or if the dumb bitch just accidentally accomplished it while she was stumbling around, but whatever the case, it wound up with Yo-Yo getting ramped against the wall, her spine crashing into the unforgiving brick and sending a hot, white jolt through her nervous system. When it all cleared, she found herself sitting flat on the concrete, legs spread out, with Tulli plopped down before her.

”You…you stupid, fucking…” Yo-Yo took a moment to gather her wherewithal, hissing at the pain, then reached around and pulled her foe in close. One hand went to her neck, gripping it tight, choking her, while the other hand went to her stomach and gave it some level. She pressed her palm flat into those abs and dug in with her claws, driving them hard into the muscle, clamping on tight, trying to drive in as deep as she could.