Big Brawl 2: Brawl Harder

Asami staggered to her feet with a groan. Shaking her head she wondered why Lash hadn't followed up the knockdown with blows from her whips. After all, she was down, and practically defenseless for a few seconds.

Looking back, she saw the tall Russian with Dixie in a headlock. Asami watched, horrified, as the sound of breaking bone seemed to resonate loudly in her ears as Dixie fell to the ground.
"Dixie!" she screamed as the cowgirl collapsed to the pavement.

As she looked on, she saw blood start to flow from the Texan's nose. Closing her eyes, Asami took a deep breath, trembling from an overload of both sudden fear and rage at seeing Dixie so stricken, lying motionless on the ground.
Lash laughed.
"So, you know this woman." she said, catching the Asian woman's reaction. "Good, I want you to know her fate. You see...I won't kill her. No, not at all. First, my men will have her. All of my men. Then she will be sold to the highest bidder, to be someone's personal plaything until..."
The rest of her threats faded into the background in Asami's mind, lost in the sound of her heart beating. A burst of guilt consumed her. She was supposed to keep this from happening to unsuspecting people, and instead she failed the person she had most desperately wanted to save. Then rage rose within her, urging to rush forward, and attack Lash, to try and beat her to a bloody pulp. However, training kicked in, focusing the anger, overriding the temptation to rush the whip wielding Russian, reminding her that Dixie, although injured, could still be saved.  

Kunoichi opened her eyes, her breathing even.
"Enough." she stated, cutting into the blonde's tirade. "The scum that answer to this....person, this is your chance to run. If you don't, I will hurt you in ways you never knew existed. But not you, Lash. You will answer for what you've done. All of it."

With that she rushed forward. Lash grinned, thinking she had goaded the ninja into making a fatal mistake. She swung her whip, aiming for Kunoichi's ankles. However, the other woman agilely leaped to the side, suddenly running up and striking one of the onlooking men in the face. Stunned, he offered no resistance as Kunoichi caught hold of his jacket and pivoted as Lash swung again. Putting him between herself and Lash, Kunoichi felt the man convulse with pain as he screamed, struck by the woman's whip.

Coldly, Kunoichi shoved him towards Lash, then kicked the man hard in the back, sending him reeling into the taller woman as she ran behind him.
Lash was quick to recover, shoving the screaming hard enough to send him flying some distance away, but when she looked up, all she saw was Kunoichi's lithe figure in the air before and slightly above her. Spinning, the Japanese woman thrust with her leg, her foot connecting hard into Lash's face as she delivered a flying spin kick that actually hit the Russian hard while she wasn't set, and sent her to the ground on her back.
Walking forward, Kunoichi prepared to follow that up with a vicious beating that had become the vigilante's trademark, only to hear the rest of the men start to yell and scream. Ignoring their boss's order to not interfere, they charged forward, on the attack. That forced Kunoichi to break away from assaulting the downed Lash, tumbling to the side to try and get better positioning to face down the men, as well as keep an eye on Lash....

While Lash and the Kunoichi fought, Dixie lied against the pavement, not moving, not making a sound. That blow to her face had done a serious number on her. The cowgirl was completely knocked out!

But...there was something inside of Dixie, some voice yelling at her to come to, to get back up on her feet. She stirred, just a little, barely moving. At least, she was barely moving until Lash came flying in her direction, landing near her. It may have just been a coincidence, or just random luck, but the sound of the Russian falling beside of her was enough to bring Dixie completely back to reality, the cowgirl remembering just what kind of an awful situation she and the ninja were in.

She looked up to the Kunoichi, lifting her head off the ground, then back towards Lash. The ninja looked like she was in trouble, but...but Dixie had a perfect opportunity! With Lash down on her back, she didn't know if they'd get another chance to take out the whip-wielding Russian. Dixie's course was clear to her: do everything she could to take out the woman, and fast.

With an angry yell, she suddenly threw her body to the side, trying to roll over on top of Lash. "Damn blonde bitch!" she angrily yelled down at her, trying to ignore the blood leaking out from her nose. "Yer gonna pay fer all of this!" With those words, Dixie lifted her arms, giving another angry yell towards Lash, as she began to punch down at her, trying to drive her fists again and again into the woman's face, with all of the strength she could muster!

Asami dodged and weaved desperately, managing to land counter blows to some of the men. She managed to fight her way clear of them long enough to see Dixie mount the fallen Lash.
"Hell yeah!" she cried out.
Then one of the men caught her with a punch to the face that sent her reeling back against the wall, where she took several punches and kicks from all sides, one connecting with her eye, which she just knew was going to swell closed...

Lash shook her head, clearing it from the impact of Kunoichi's kick. Then she felt the American's weight settle on top of her. Hearing her yell, she looked up in time to take a heavy punch to her face, then another.
She brought her arms up, covering up as the blows kept raining down.
"Get this bitch off me!" she howled, blood trickling from her nose now.

At her her desperate command, the men stopped attacking Kunoichi, running over to Dixie. Leaving one man on the Asian, who was leaning heavily against the wall, the rest worked to try and get the seemingly berserk Texan away from Lash, some grabbing her arms, one actually grabbing her hair, and hauling back on Dixie.....

Dixie was enraged at Lash. She was angry at her gang. She was angry at everything. The cowgirl knew how to use her anger though, her fists tightening harder with each angry punch she dropped down towards Lash. She had to take the woman out, at any cost. That was the goal here. Take out the leader, and the rest would scatter.

But sadly, it didn't look like she was getting that chance.

The next thing Dixie knew, she was being swarmed, the gang members who could still stand grabbing at her, pulling her away from Lash. Dixie snarled in angry at them, thrashing angrily as she jerked her arms, pulling on her hair. She flailed her legs to and fro, growling and screaming in fury at the gang. "Get the hell off of me!" she cried out, desperate to try and power her way free from the mooks. She had to get free. She just had to. If she couldn't break her way free right here and right now, then she and the Kunoichi were in trouble, plain and simple...even more trouble then they were already in!

Looking up, Kunoichi saw that there was only one man on her, donning brass knuckles to beat what he thought would be the last of the fight out of the masked woman.
However, Asami's foot swept up, catching him between the legs. As he doubled over, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt and then drove his head against the wall at her back, the impact registering as a dull thud to her ears.
Seeing Dixie being dogpiled, Asami began to make her way to the other side of the alley....

Lash smiled as she watched Dixie struggle in vain as the men began to force her to her knees.
"Hold her boys....." she began.
But then, like some sort of pest you just can't get rid of, Kunoichi sprinted in, actually leaping over the kneeling blonde! Lashing out with her feet as she flew over the American's head, the lithe woman performed a mid air split to kick a man on either side of the held Texan, breaking their hold on Dixie.
"Well, that'll be enough of that." Lash said to herself.
Rising to her feet, Lash drew back her whip and sent it's length flying....

Asami grabbed another man and sent him sprawling with a hip toss, lessening the number of people holding Dixie. She could barely believe she made that leap into a split kick over the blonde's head. Maybe they could manage to fight their way out of this after all.
Then she felt something wrap around her waist at about stomach level. Looking down, Asami saw Lash's razor whip coiled about her. The leather of her outfit gave her some protection, but she could still feel the sharp edges of the weapon digging in, and knew the weapon had drawn blood. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the Russian lick her lips. Guessing on Lash's intentions, Asami spun just as the taller woman pulled on the coil, moving her body in the same direction as the whips coils. Still, agony blossomed in her stomach as the blades were pulled from her flesh. The spin managed to keep Lash from disemboweling her, but the blades had still dug deep. Going down to her knees, Asami gave a sharp cry of pain as she pressed her hands to the cluster of wounds....

Dixie was forced to her knees, forced to watch as the ninja vaulted over her, going to battle the cowgirl's captors alone. She strained against their hold, trying to break herself free, trying to do anything she could to help the Kunoichi.

And then, in came Lash's whip, curling around the ninja's waist. Dixie felt her heart drop, as the dangerous weapon wrapped around her, the spikes digging into her body. She watched, as the ninja dropped to her knees, crying out as the blades cut her.

That was it. That was it.

With a loud, primal scream of anger, of pure rage, Dixie suddenly exploded back up to her feet, forcing back any men who were still near her. Her eyes locked onto Lash's, her voice coming out as a harsh, strained sound. "You're dead! You are so dead!" she howled, lunging towards the whip-wielding woman. She dashed in towards her, ducking down low, her shoulder aimed straight for Lash's midsection. However, instead of trying to spear her to the ground, Dixie would instead try to scoop her up as they made contact, trying to get the woman up onto her shoulders...

The remaining men on Dixie cried out as she surged back to her feet, throwing them away and scattering them, while screaming like some feral berserker.
Asami pressed her hands to the worst of the wounds, trying to the get the fabric of the shirt she wore under the leather vest of her outfit to stick to the wound and form a makeshift bandage. At Dixie's wild scream, she looked up, and saw Dixie charge Lash.
"S-stop...Dixie, no..." she breathed as she saw the Russian lift her whip, trying to get back to her feet, but pain from her stomach surged through her, forcing her back down to her knees...
However, to her and Lash's surprise, as the whip flew forward, Dixie lowered her body, letting the dangerous metal whirl over her head.
Lash cried out as Dixie slammed into her, lifting her up onto her shoulders.

Dixie hefted Lash up onto her shoulders, spreading her horizontally across them. Lash was a big woman, but Dixie was an angry Texan, and she wasn't going to let her get off free for what she had done.

Within seconds, she had begun to work Lash into a torture rack hold, wanting to not just subdue the woman, but really hurt her. At the same time, she turned towards Lash's flunkies, planting her feet solidly on the ground and giving them a serious death glare. "Get the hell out of here! All of ya!" she snarled, as she tried to work their leader over. "Get the hell out of here or I break the bitch in half!"

Lash's whips clattered to the ground as the powerful Texan hefted her into the air. After Dixie settled her in the torture rack, the blonde began to let out a series of loud curses in Russian, her eyes wide in pain.

From where she knelt, Asami gave a disbelieving smile.
*She did it....she's gotten Lash!* she thought to herself. *If I didn't have already a crush on that woman, then I would now. Although, bleeding out on the pavement probably isn't the best way to impress her...*

The men looked at each other, also in disbelief and quite a bit of confusion as well. Lash usually handled her prey alone, and severely punished anyone who dared to interrupt and interfere with her. Then again, her prey never locked her in a submission hold while holding her on her shoulders.

"Get her the fuck off of me, you fucking-ahhhh!" Lash screamed at them, settling their questions.
However, none of them seemed particularly willing to get within arms reach of Dixie.
Then one of them got a bright idea. Striding over to Kunoichi, he produced a knife, putting it to her throat, while two others held her, one on each arm. The woman let out a pained snarl, followed by a evenly spoken "Hey, shit-stain, do me a favor: Go fuck your mother..." that was generally ignored.
"Listen to me, woman. Drop the boss, or else we open your bitch friend's throat!" he demanded.

Keeping her voice in Kunoichi's deeper, more dangerous tone was hard, given the fiery agony in her stomach, but Asami was up to the task. "Don't do it, Dixie. Once she's free, these guys will knife the both of us. Use her as a shield to get out of here. Save yourself."
In her desire to see Dixie safely away from here, Asami had forgotten that Kunoichi had never been introduced to the American.
"If she does that, you'll be dead before she leaves the alley." the man countered.

Dixie felt her heart drop, as one of the men whipped out a knife, holding it against the ninja's throat. She had thought her little threat would have intimidated the men into obeying her, but it seemed that they were too gutsy for that. For a few long moments, it seemed that they were at a standoff, the man still holding his knife to Kunoichi's throat, while Dixie kept working Lash over in her hold, not letting up in the slightest. After several more moments, Dixie finally met Kunoichi's gaze, locking eyes with her. She gave the ninja a single, slow nod, as if telling her to trust the cowgirl, before speaking up again.

"If that knife breaks skin, if ah see even the slightest hint of blood, ah'm droppin' yer boss on her head," Dixie began, staring into the man's eyes, giving him the coldest glare she could muster. "Know what happens when yer head hits pavement like this? Especially when an angry Texan is droppin' ya? It ain't pretty, ah'll tell ya that much..." Just to emphasis her point a little harder, Dixie started to bounce up and down her heels, jostling Lash up and down on her shoulders, just to hurt her a little more, to try and get a few more cries and curses from the Russian. "So ah'll make a deal with ya. Let the girl go, and ah'll put yer boss down, and we'll all walk away from this. That sound good to y'all?" Dixie certainly hoped it did. She didn't know what she would do if Kunoichi ended up getting hurt any worse (Or, God forbid, killed), but she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.