Liza VS Street Gang

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A commissioned story. This one is about a young model who goes through a Final Fight / Streets of Rage type scenario of fighting through a gang in the street.

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Liza is an eighteen year old Instagram model who is on the rise. She's close to breaking one million followers, and she hopes that today's photo shoot will be what she needs to finally cross that barrier. She is naturally beautiful, with long dark hair that flows down her back. She's small, but she keeps herself in shape. Men would hit on her all the time, and fans would sometimes get a little too touchy-feely, so she thought it would be a good idea to teach herself some martial arts techniques in case a fan encounter went south. She found fighting invigorating, and part of her wished that someone WOULD start a fight with her, just so she could test out her abilities.

Liza spent the whole day in a local studio getting her picture taken in various outfits and settings. It cost her a lot of money to get these photos! She hoped that someday soon people would be paying to take pictures of her instead of the other way around. Once she broke a million followers, she knew things would be much different for her.

Finally done with the final photo shoot of the day, Liza headed home. She walked home, wearing her outfit that she had wore at the photo shoot: a loose navy blue sweater that left her midriff bare, tight blue jeans, and black knee-high leather boots with heels. The walk was only a few blocks away, so she didn't feel the need to change into anything more practical.

She turned down an alleyway near her house, and stopped dead in her tracks. A rough looking gang were hanging out there, and they all looked at her and stood up when she got near. Liza turned around to go back the other way, but saw that two men got behind her and blocked her path. One was wearing a green tank top, and the other was in orange.

"Let me pass," she said, very seriously.

One of the men behind her laughed. "Heh, not today, sweetheart. We've got a message for you."

The man pulled out a phone, and held the screen up to Liza's face. A video played. It was a group of women. The tall red-headed one in the middle of the group spoke. "You think you're hot stuff? You think you own the world? Let's see how you feel after you're just a smear on the pavement!"

The video ended, and Liza looked up at the man with confusion on her face.

"Seems like you angered the wrong people, sweet thing."

Then Liza realized what this was. Knowing how important today's photo shoots were, she had thrown in a bit of extra cash to clear out the whole studio for the day. These women in the video must be the models who were previously scheduled to use the studio. Apparently they hired these goons to teach her a lesson. Well, looks like she would finally get an opportunity to show off her fighting skills!

Not waiting around for the gang to strike first, Liza roundhouse kicked the man holding the phone in the face. He went spinning in the air, and both he and the phone crashed hard into the ground. Liza tried to do the same to the second man in orange that was blocking her path, but he was smarter than the first guy. He stepped back, and Liza hit nothing but air. She felt a shove in her back, and suddenly she was thrust into the guy's arms. He spun her around and held her arms behind her back.

"Ugh, let me go!"

"Not today, sweetie!"

"And stop calling me that! OOOF!"

Another man wearing a black leather jacket drove his fist into Liza's bare stomach. She struggled to free herself, but the man holding her arms was not letting her go for anything. She took two more hits hard in the stomach.

"OOOF! UGH!"

Liza, knowing that she couldn't just keep getting hit all day, brought her boot up and kicked Black Jacket hard in his gut. He wasn't expecting the hit so he lost his balance and fell back on his ass. Orange, still holding on to Liza's arms, received a stomp on his foot and a headbutt to his face when Liza threw her head backwards. His nose burst open and splattered the back of Liza's head.

"Ugh, my hair! You got blood in my hair!"

Orange fell to the ground, and Liza kicked him hard in the face, knocking him out. The guy in green with the phone finally got back up to his feet, just in time to get knocked back down again. Liza performed her favorite move: a cartwheel kick! She cartwheeled next to Green and kicked him hard in the face. He smacked his head hard against the ground and was knocked out, laying right next to his friend in orange.

Liza felt herself get yanked backwards by her hair. Her head was pulled back, and she was looking up into Black Jacket's face. He didn't look very happy. He drove his fist into her stomach, and she doubled over. He let go of her hair, and she sank to her knees, clutching her stomach. Black Jacket then put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, then tossed her deeper into the alleyway. She hit the ground hard and rolled over several times before finally coming to a stop. She quickly got up to her feet, and saw that she was now surrounded by the gang. Some held up their fists, others had weapons. One even had a pair of nunchucks! She sighed, then put up her fists.

"Just take them out one at a time," she said to herself. "You've got this."

A man wearing a light blue denim vest charged at her first. He threw a few wild punches at her face, but she dodged them easily. She countered with a few punches of her own, and each one of hers actually hit its intended target. She smiled. "And here I thought you guys might be trouble."

Blue Denim threw another wild punch, which Liza ducked under. She punched him hard in the stomach. Liza relaxed her posture for just a second, feeling overconfident. To Blue Denim's credit, he saw this and went in for a quick strike. He backhanded Liza in the face, and her head snapped to the side. Realizing her mistake of underestimating her opponent, she quickly regained her composure and retaliated with an uppercut that Blue Denim wasn't expecting. It connected, hitting Blue Denim under his chin. His teeth clacked together and his head snapped backwards. He stumbled back and rammed his head into a brick wall. He fell to the floor unconscious.

Another gang member, this one wearing gray sweatpants, kicked at Liza and nearly took her head clean off! She retaliated with a kick of her own, but Gray Sweats kicked her leg away. He kicked at one of her sides and it connected. Liza winced and tried to punch him, but he kicked her arm away and landed another blow on her side. This one caused her to fall to the ground. Gray Sweats came at her with a stomp aimed at her head. She managed to grab his foot just in time. She twisted it and drove it into the ground. The twist and his own body weight caused his ankle to pop. He fell to the ground screaming, and she whipped her booted foot into his neck. He gagged once and fell silent. Liza scrambled back up to her feet before anyone else could attack.

Liza was breathing heavily now. She was confident that she could take out any one of these street thugs one on one, but she was starting to feel tired. Today was a long day already, this on top of everything else was becoming too much. She shook her head free of these thoughts and focused herself back on the fight at hand.

Another man with brass knuckles came at her, and she ducked and weaved out of the way of his attacks, but eventually he got one through. Liza got hit hard on her left cheek. The force of the punch caused her to bite her tongue. She spit a glob of blood onto the cold pavement under her feet.

Now it was serious.

Liza performed a jump kick, and the heel of her boot hit Brass Knuckles in the middle of his forehead. He was out before he even hit the ground. Liza watched the man as he fell with a bloody smile on her face, which was a mistake. She didn't see the man with the baseball bat coming at her. He swung his bat and hit Liza in her stomach with a loud smack.

"UGHHHOOOOF! COUGH!"

Before she could fall to her knees, a man with a backwards cap grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Another man, this one wearing a white T-shirt, dove for her legs. Liza had both her arms and legs pinned, and for the first time, she was actually afraid. She wiggled around, but couldn't get free. She closed her eyes tight and braced herself for the oncoming beat-down.

It didn't help.

The bat was driven into her stomach again with another satisfying smack, followed by Liza gagging and gasping for air. She was hit three more times in the stomach. Then the bat was swung at her face.

CRACK!

Liza was hit hard in the jaw with the baseball bat. Blood sprayed out of her mouth. She gave out one loud grunt, then her head hung limply.

Baseball Bat laughed heartily, then said, "Time to finish you off!"

He swung the bat intending to hit Liza's head, but instead hit Backwards Cap instead! Blood splurted out of his head as his cap went flying and he fell to the floor, completely motionless.

"What the...?"

Because Backwards Cap thought that Liza was unconscious, he had loosened his grip slightly on her arms. This was just enough for Liza to wrench her arms free and fall to the ground to avoid getting hit with the bat again. Now she was on top of White T-Shirt who still had a grip on her legs. She brought both of her hands together and started beating on his spine. She kept hitting the same spot over and over again to weaken him. Eventually he lost his grip and Liza managed to kick him in the face. She got up to her feet and stomped down with her heel on the back of his head. He went limp. She saw the baseball bat swinging towards her head, and she ducked at the very last second. She stood back up, but almost fell over due to her dizziness. That hit to her face must have knocked something loose, because she could feel the world spinning. The baseball bat hit her in her chest, which sent her to the ground, laying on her back. Baseball Bat held his weapon vertical and drove it down into Liza's stomach.

"OOOOOH! UGH, damnit!"

He tried to do it again, but she rolled away and kicked at Baseball Bat's knees. She heard a crack and a scream, and she knew she broke something. She shakily got back up to her feet, and she zigzagged her way to the fallen man with the baseball bat. She stomped down on his wrist and he finally let go of his weapon. She picked it up and started beating on him with all her strength.

"UGH! TAKE THAT! AND THAT! DIEEEEE!"

She fell on top of him, but kept beating on him with the bat. Before she could land her final blow, the baseball bat shot out of her hands. A man with nunchucks kicked the bat out of her hand.

"Shit!"

Nunchucks just stood there.

"Get up. I'll not hit you while you're down on your knees. Stand up and fight me!"

Liza stood again, but could barely stay standing. She was wheezing now, and she could see two versions of the same guy standing in front of her, fading in and out of focus. Hopefully she could find the real one. She shook her head to see if that would help with her focus, but that only made things worse.

"Attack me. Go on."

Liza rose her fists and bared her teeth. She charged at Nunchucks and swung a fist wildly in his general direction. She hit nothing, and almost completely lost her balance and fell over. She swung again, and he just laughed at her. He started twirling his nunchucks around, then hit her several times in different places on her body. He struck her in her arm, once in her side, and once on each shoulder.

"You took down quite a few of us, but you're no match for me!"

Nunchucks smashed Liza in the side of her head, and she fell hard to the floor. She must have lost consciousness for a few seconds, because she found herself lying a pool of blood. She was confused where she was for a second, then realized, it was her own blood she was laying in. It was pouring our of her nose and mouth pretty steadily. She got up to her hands and knees, but she couldn't stand back up. The world was spinning way too fast! She looked up, and saw nunchucks coming at her. They smashed into the side of her face, and she fell to the floor again.

"Ungh. Ughhhhhh. COUGH! Unnngh."

All Liza could think about was her followers. She was almost at a million, and now her career may be over. She needed to get out of here. One million! She was almost at one million! She was better than those stupid models who hired this gang! She was prettier and more talented! She deserved fame and fortune! She worked too hard to give up now!

Somehow, Liza managed to gain a second wind. She slowly got back up to her feet, spat some more blood on to the ground, and rose her fists again. She had a determined look on her face. Nothing was going to stop her from her success. She would end these losers, one way or another.

Nunchucks swung his weapon at Liza again, but she twirled around out of the way and grabbed at the man's arm. She twisted and heard the man yell out in pain as he dropped his nunchucks to the floor. She was going to end this fool, and she was going to do it with her favorite move. She took a step back and performed another cartwheel. Instead of the expected feeling of smashing in the guy's face with her feet, her cartwheel was stopped halfway through. The bastard grabbed on to her feet, and now she was hanging upside down!

"HEY! Let me go, idiot!"

Then she saw something approaching her and her heart sank. It was Black Jacket, and he had picked up the brass knuckles from the guy she knocked out earlier.

Liza's sweater had fallen up, revealing more of her toned midsection. Black Jacket smashed his brass knuckles all up and down her midsection.

"Ugh! UGH! OWW! OOF! GYUH! GWAH! AHHHH! AHHHHH! OOOOOOH!!!! UGHHHHHH!"

Black Jacket was relentless. The only thing that stopped him was the sound of the gang leader's voice.

"Enough!"

Black Jacket held off his punishment to Liza's midsection, and Nunchucks let go of her feet, causing her to hit her head on the pavement as she fell.

"You nearly took out my whole gang!" He looked to his unconscious gang members. "What is wrong with you fools?! You can't take out an eighteen year old girl? A professional model?! Worthless, all of you!" Then he pointed to Nunchucks and Black Jacket. "You and you, gather up these... idiots... and get out of here. I'm going to finish this myself."

The two nodded and they spread out, gathering up their fallen friends and dragging them deeper into the alley out of sight. Liza staggered back up to her feet. All of her strength was gone. She just stood there with her eyes half open and her arms hanging limply at her sides. The gang leader took off his red tank top to reveal his large and muscular body. It was completely covered in tattoos. He cracked his knuckles, and spoke.

"You know, those models paid us a lot to teach you a lesson, and now I'm gonna have to spend it all fixing up my gang! I just want you to know, I'm no longer doing this for the money, I'm doing this because I want to!"

Tattoos punched Liza's face left and right. Her arms flopped side to side with the force of the attack. Then he grabbed Liza's throat which caused her to gag, then he punched her hard in her stomach. Blood shot out of her mouth and her arms flopped limply. He punched her again with the same result. Then he drove her back into the brick wall and lifted her up off of her feet by her throat. One of her hands tried to weakly pry his arm off of her, but with no success. He beat her in her bare stomach again and again, until her whole body went limp. He held her up by her neck for several more seconds, then he lifted her up over his head. Her arms and legs dangled limply, having spent all of her strength already.

"Good luck modeling after being broken in half! URRRGHHH!!"

Tattoos slammed Liza down over his knee into a backbreaker. Something audibly snapped. Liza's arms and legs spasmed and twitched. Tattoos put his hands together and smashed them into her bare stomach. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each hit caused Liza to spasm and twitch. He shoved her off of his knee and she smacked hard face-down into the pavement. Tattoos stood up straight and admired his work.

"You weren't so difficult. I'm gonna have to teach this gang some fighting techniques..."

"Unnnnngh."

"Hmm?"

Tattoos looked on in amazement as Liza stirred. She sat up, and wiped blood from her mouth.

"Is that... all you... g-g-got?"

Tattoos couldn't help but laugh. But it didn't take him long before he got very angry again. He grabbed a wad of Liza's hair and delivered knee strikes into her face, over and over again. He slammed her head into his knee eight times, her arms and legs flopping with each hit, then threw her head backwards. It crashed into the ground and she was silent again.

"God damn girl, you need to learn when to quit!"

As Tattoos was walking away, he heard Liza stir again.

"Oh for the love of..."

"H-h-hey ugly.... y-y-you want..."

SMASH!

Tattoos picked up the wooden baseball bat and swung it like a golf club into Liza's face. Her head snapped backwards and slammed into the pavement. Her eyes were crossed and partially rolled back into her head. Blood and drool dripped out of her mouth into a pool next to her head.

"Finally, god damn!"

Tattoos dropped the bat to the ground with a loud clang, and left to retrieve his phone. He recorded a short video of Liza's limp body and sent it to the models. He decided he would take his payment and use that money to leave town and start another gang somewhere else. Maybe the next one wouldn't struggle so hard with fighting an eighteen year old girl.
 
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