Emily is beaten back

Peppy was using a microphone to brag to the crowd before the fight started.

"Think you're hot shit!? Stealing my spotlight just cuz like, people say you can sing better than me!? Fuck those punks! I'll wail on ya til your rhythm is so bad, not even your HEART will have a beat!"

Emily sucked up a deep, relaxing breath. "Well... I'll... BEAT your... um... butt in," she attempted. Trash talking was as foreign to her as dirty talk, but she wanted to give it a try.

Peppy fumed anyway, surprising the choir girl when she swung the chord of the mic, bashing it into her head in a wide arc. Emily was dazed as Peppy rushed her, tackling her around the waist and sitting on her chest. She threw a bombardment of punches into Emily's tits, bashing them around on her chest.

When she was satisfied that Emily was stuck or dazed (she didn't care which), she wrapped the wire around her fist until she had the microphone like brass knuckles.

"Talk into the mic, BITCH!" Peppy slammed the microphone down repeatedly on Emily's face, making her wail in pain and thrash around beneath her.