Mila hung out at the bar and grill where she worked after one of her fights, celebrating a win. The win had brought her to 5 in a row, and she was now in title contention. She and her friends sat in a corner table, loud and raucous, with platters of food and drink, all on the house.
As the night wound down, three men playing cards kept watchful eyes on the group. As Mila and her friends got up to leave, the group suddenly packed up and waited outside.
As Mila's group filed out, chatting away, the three hoods jumped her, attacking her from behind with extendable batons and a chain. *WHACK* she took a blow to the back of her head.
Grunting, she went to her hands and knees. Her friends checked on her before noticing the trio of thugs. They outnumbered the thugs 6 to 3, but Mila was the only real fighter and the thugs had weapons.
They tried to drag Mila away, but one produced a gun and leveled it at the group. "Anyone touches her and I blow your head off."
"Get out of here, don't do anything stupid. Go!" Mila said, waving her friends off. As her friends turned and ran, Mila came back with a tackle, taking down one of the thugs. The other two were on her instantly, beating her with a baton and a chain wrapped around a fist. The blows quickly drained Mila's strength as she covered up as best she could. The thugs started kicking her where they could, in the back, in the head, the face, the stomach.
One of them picked her up under the arms and held her up. She was weak and dizzy.
"You displeased a lot of people tonight by winnin' that fight. We lost a lot of money cause of you. Now you're going to pay for it."
Mila struggled to get out of the grip, but she was met with a chain-assisted punch to the face. Mila slumped in one of the other goons' grasp as the blows continued, the steel chain hammering into her again and again. She'd been cut in fights before, but this was simple being beaten to a whole new level.
Her eyes began to flutter and roll as she took another punch, snapping her head back. Blood ran down her face and onto her shirt and jacket. Another couple punches widened the cut.
Finally, with Mila out of it, the thugs dropped her to the ground and left her there.
"Next time, we're gonna break your legs, and you'll be celebratin' your final win."
One of the thugs kicked Mila in the face, catching her in the bridge of the nose. Her head snapped back and she settled to the ground, bloody and unconscious.
