Previously

  "Why are you even in a gang?" came Kit’s reply. "Enough. We need to find the others," said Bette. And with that, their search began.

Outside a Liquor Store

  "C’mon! I’m not that bad of fighter…am I?" cried Dana. "Well, when we first met you, you were trying to fight a 14 year old thief who stole your purse and you were lucky she only gave you a black eye and a few bruised ribs. Then when we jumped you in, you tried to fight us with a tennis racket and wound up with it wrapped around your neck with a checkered imprint on your face and now you tried to fight by swinging your arms in a damn circle! At this point, I’m not sure if it was too many tennis balls to the head as a child or you were born this damn dumb", said Kit. "She does kind of have a point, Dana.", said Bette. "What!?" "What I mean is that you tend to get yourself in some of the oddest situations, but you’re learning right now and that’s all that matters." "Learning my ass. She needs to be in special ed ’cause she failing every fuckin’ test," muttered Kit under her breath. Dana shifted an angry gaze at Kit but stoppped when she heard trash cans being thrown around. "What was that!?"

Behind Liquor Store

  "Well, what do we have here?", said a Diesel Dyke. "Looks like we got a lost puppy. Do you know where your mommy is?", said a second Dyke. "Nah, she’s no puppy; just a sick lil’ kitten," said a third. "Look, I ain’t tryin to mess with you right now. Just step off and I’ll be out of your way", said Tasha holding her ground. It took more than three lesbians in flannel to make her flinch. "Not gonna happen. Sorry. You and your little crew ruined the best show and now you’re on our turf and we can’t have that", said the third Dyke as all them started to close in on Tasha. "I ain’t fuckin’ playin’. Back the fuck up", said Tasha, her voice beginning to escalate with her anger. The second Diesel lunged forward towards Tasha, fist raised in the air. No one ever listens nowadays. Seeing the cocky woman  running towards her, Tasha stood there, waiting for her to get close enough, then raised her fist and punched the woman as hard as she could. The Diesel Dyke’s body stopped instantly as if Tasha’s fist was a brick wall. Her body collasped to the ground with a thud and a groan."Anybody else wanna get fucked up aound here?", came Tasha’s proposition. Not wanting to go back to their warlord without at least trying to kill one of The Elles, they both pounced, fists raised. The first rose to her full height, trying to tower over Tasha. She took the opportunity to shrink down and punch the woman in the gut and when she was doubled over, slam an elbow into her back. Once she was on her hands and knees, Tasha gave her a few kicks in the stomach until the woman fell completely, clutching her torso in agony. On to Thing 2. While Tasha had been fighting the first Dyke, the second had found a two by four and began swinging it furiously. Tasha caught the plank mid-swing and twisted it hard enough to break the gang member’s wrist. Pulling her closer, Tasha headbutted the other woman, knocking her unconcious. "DAAAAAMNNNN!", cried Bette, Dana and Kit unison. "I told them not to fuck with me and they did anyway", said Tasha, dropping the plank. All heads turned as they heard high pitched screaming down the street. "Okay, now, what was that?"

Behind a Bar

  "Ladies, ladies. Let’s please settle this like adults," said Shane in her sweetest voice. "You slept with my sister!", said one Diesel Dyke. "Damn, Shane. Her sister?", asked Papi. "You slept with my mother!", said another. "Her mother!?", cried Shane with a sickening look on her face. "What can I say? The ladies love me".  And with that, the screams escalated to point where a singular voice could no longer be heard. Rushing towards the crowd, out of breath Bette said, "Alright ladies break it up!" Noticing that they were now outnumbered and smart enough to know that they wouldn’t win, they left mumbling about revenge for their families. "What the hell was that about?", asked Kit. "Don’t ask", said Papi and Shane in unison. "C’mon we got fifteen minutes to make our bus and the Diesel Dykes are prowling the streets so we have to make it. Let’s move."