MADAME CHARLENE BEATS UP  MORE THUGS
by Hamlet



Madame Charlene had been trying to collect Christopher's money from Mike for
over a month now. Christopher was Hers and Madame Charlene's boyfriend and he
had foolishly lent Mike ##600 over a month ago. She took the normal route of
calling, writing, leaving him messages. So far nothing, no return calls, he
was not answering his phone. She had even gone to his house. He was making it
very hard to do. It is Mike had sworn to Christopher that he would pay it back
in two months. I

. One thing about Mike was that he would brag and lie about how he had conned
someone. I she heard rumours across town that Mike was bragging about the
money he had gotten from Christopher, that he was not going to pay it back.
Making a big joke out of it. Now he had been avoiding Her . Mike was slowly
making an enemy of Her . She had to give him a chance to explain. She was
hoping that he had a good excuse such as some relative had become very ill or
died, and he had to leave town to see about them. She was not sure if he was
in town or was hiding from Her . Even though there were rumours of his
bragging, that was just Mike and he was not going to change.

Mike usually hung out at the Langthorne pub in Stratford . She figured that
She would get dressed and take a run down there. She chose a black leather
sleeveless mini dress with black calf length boots and fingerless leather
gloves. If She couldn't find him, She might as well have some fun. She grabbed
Her leather jacket as She headed out the door that led to the garage. The
parking lot got crowded on weekends, so She decided to take the bike instead
of the Porsche. Heels and a mini riding a motorbike would draw a lot of
attention. What the hell, it would be no more than She usually got, anyway.
She heard the phone ring an instant before She turned the key. She ran back
into the house to answer it. Damn, too late. It had stopped ringing.

She hit call return and got Mike's answering machine. So, She thought, Mike
finally has Her money and is calling to let Her know that She can come and
pick it up. She would stop by his house on the way to the Langthorne . She
should have realized that something was wrong with Mike not answering when She
called back, after he had just called here.

After pulling out of the driveway, She hit the button to close the garage.
Mike lived across town. In Plaistow. It took Her thirty minutes to get there.
After parking the motorbike in his driveway She walked up to his door and rang
the doorbell. No answer. She rang the bell again before pushing the door open.
Sticking Her head in and peeping around for starters, She called Mike by name.
No answer. That was strange because Mike never left his door unlocked, much
less cracked open. She entered the house thinking that earlier he had been on
his way out and forgotten something and ran back into the house, and forgotten
to pull the door closed.

She walked through the living room and down the hall to the master bedroom.
Still no Mike. She thought She heard a noise in the game room, which was
downstairs. After I got downstairs She had to walk through a corridor to the
game room. She opened the door and saw Mike tied to a chair looking half
beaten to death. She began to run toward him when someone grabbed Her from
behind by each of Her arms.

She raised Her right foot off the floor and drove the heel of Her pump through
his instep. As he released Her . She pulled my right foot out of his instep,
She turned to the right with Her elbow coming up catching him in the jaw,
causing him to stumble backward. She shifted Her weight turning bringing Her
old friend , the left hook around slamming it into his right jaw. Someone
grabbed Her by the left shoulder as the man in front of Her collapsed to the
floor. She instantly twisted Her body bringing my right fist up catching this
guy in the chin. She heard a voice from across the room and a click, like a
gun being cocked. She stopped where She was as the first guy grabbed Her by
the neck. The voice spoke slowly and calmly. "We have been looking for you
Charlene . Remember me? You should see the scar on my left cheek from our last
meeting, when you put it there." I did recall the face.

He was the brother of the man that She had collected several thousand pounds
from a client James, an old man who had been swindled . He continued "Well,
little lady, I'm here to teach you to stay out of my affairs" Three guys with
Mike tied to a chair beaten half to holding a gun on Her while he threatened
her . What a night this is going to be!

Big Jim they called him. He got that name from the size of his belly. He
pulled up his shirt and showed Her scars from having to be stitched up from
the gutting She gave him with Her fists when they last met. He put down the
gun saying "Maybe we should have some fun with you first."

The third goon spoke up. "Boss, this is no ordinary woman. She is dangerous. I
think we should just fuck her up and leave. Remember I also have a couple of
scars from our last battle with her."

Big Jim had unzipped his pants halfway down. Suddenly, changing the direction
he was pulling on his fly. "You are right, Lenny. She is a beautiful piece of
work, but very dangerous."

He grunted as he picked up his knife and walked toward Her . Mike was
beginning to stir, as he started to come too. The second thug still had his
arms around Her neck. I waited for Big Jim to get within kicking range, then
raising Her foot and kicking him in the face with Her boot heel , knocking him
backward as the knife flew out of his hand. This activity caused the guy
holding me to stumble backward.

The third man charged towards Her as if he were a bull seeing a red flag. She
figured that he was asking for the same thing that Big Jim got. She threw both
feet up and grabbed him around the ribs, the impact caused the guy holding Her
to fly back against the wall, and to release Her neck. We all went down. It
was a hard fall, but there was no time to think about pain if She was planning
to get out of here alive. She quickly jumped to Her feet. She ran over to the
knife and kicked it under the sofa.

She turned to Big Jim and thrusted forward with a left-right combination of
lethal punches to his flabby belly. His belly was the weakest part of his body
and he grabbed it as he bend forward, puking. Leone charged Her as She stood
there getting Her balance, thrusting forward and upward with Her hard fist
landing it in his belly, his body raising up into the air as he then bent at
the waist screaming as he wrapped his arms around his belly. Blood spurted out
of his mouth. Lenny and Big Jim were heaving as they crawled around on the
floor puking blood.

Now it was time to take care of the guy who had been holding Her by the neck.
He began to back up as She walked toward him. "You might as well take your
medicine and get this over with" She said as She tripped over a chair behind
him. She picked him up off the floor. As She released him he took a swing at
Her which She blocked. quickly, She stepped backward throwing a left jab to
his nose, and blood ran out of it like a broken faucet splattering all over
Her leather dress. Then a right cross to his chin causing him to stumble to
his right as Her left hook smashed his jaw causing teeth to fly out of his
mouth. He dropped to his knees holding his face.

She reached over to pick him up as She heard footsteps behind Her. She turned
with Her fist clenched and gutted Big Jim. Before he could react She uppercut
him, causing him to stagger, but only a little bit. Twirling around as fast as
She could, She hooked Lenny, Her fist landing near his mouth causing his lips
to split open. Her right fist landed an eye closing punch to his left eye. He
covered his eye with tears mixed with blood running down his cheeks. A left
jab to close his right eye as he drew back to throw a punch which barely
missed Her because She had knocked him off balance with the last blow.

Now for Big Jim. . "Come on, big man, let's get this over with. I think your
boys have had enough, so now it is you and Me. One of us is going home and the
other is going to the hospital tonight!" Big Jim was not really a good
fighter, he was too fat and slow, but he carried a heavy blow. She remembered
getting hit by him seven months ago. Her body had rolled on the floor several
times. As a matter of fact that was really why She gave him that scar on his
face. She waited for Big Jim to make his move. He approach Her swinging at Her
with his deadly fist. She managed to get out of his way. He followed Her as
She backed away from him while he swung wildly in the air. She dodged and
ducked his advances giving Herself time to get her second wind. It had not
been an easy job fighting his three men.

Before Big Jim knew it, She had stopped ducking and backing away. As he drew
back his fist hoping to execute a hook, She slammed Her fist into his belly.
Over and over again She hammered again with Her strong fist into his flabby
belly. His knees appeared to be getting weak. She kept blasting Her fist into
his belly, and he began puking up blood and saliva which rained from his mouth
and his nose.

She continued to punish his fat gut, with Her hard fist. She then placed Her
left hand on his shoulder pushing him into position. She came upward with a
powerful uppercut causing his head to spring back. Quicker then lightning, She
came around with a right belly punch. It brought his head downward enough for
Her left hook to make contact. His face spun to his left as teeth and blood
were expelled from his mouth. She was fast enough to punch him in his left jaw
again with a right cross then a left to his belly again with all the strength
She had left.

Big Jim dropped to the floor as he folded into a fetal position with a little
movement, then nothing, He lay there motionless. It was very quiet and so
still you could hear a pin drop. She looked around at the four unconscious
men, Big Jim and his three men,as She stood there in triumph.

Mike had finally fully regained consciousness and She untied him.

I WIN YET AGAIN! She shouted in victory. .