The Saga of Big Jim
by Jazzmon


I have been trying to collect my money from Harry for over a month now. I 
took the normal route of calling, writing, leaving him messages. So far 
nothing, no return calls, he is not answering his phone. I have even gone to 
his house. Harry is an old friend and I was trying to keep my temper at bay 
on this one. He was making it very hard to do. It is not that I needed the 
money, but Harry had sworn to me that he would pay it back in two months. I 
wouldn't have asked him to go that far since he was an old friend he could 
have returned the money whenever he could. I would have accepted that. I 
have a problem with people promising to do something and then not doing it. 
I have a reputation to uphold. One thing about Harry was that he would brag 
and lie about how he had conned someone. I had thought that our friendship 
was stronger then that, but I heard rumors across town that Harry was 
bragging about the money he had gotten from me, that he was not going to pay 
it back. Making a big joke out of it. Now he had been avoiding me. Harry 
was slowly making an enemy of me. I had to give him a chance to explain. I 
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. I was not sure 
if he was in town or was hiding from me. Even though there were rumors of 
his bragging, that was just Harry and he was not going to change. Harry 
usually hung out at the Gangland Lounge. I figured that I would get dressed 
and take a run down there. I chose a black sleeveless mini dress with black 
heels. If I couldn't find him, I might as well have some fun. I grabbed my 
leather jacket as I headed out the door that led to the garage. The parking 
lot gets crowded on weekends, so I decided to take the bike instead of the 
bird(Firebird). Heels and a mini riding a Harley Davidson would draw a lot 
of attention. What the hell, it would be no more than I usually get, 
anyway. I heard the phone ring an instant before I turned the key. I ran 
back into the house to answer it. Damn, too late. It had stopped ringing. 
I hit call return and got Harry's answering machine. So, I thought, Harry 
finally has my money and is calling to let me know that I can come and pick 
it up. I'll stop by his house on the way to the Gangland Lounge. I should 
have realized that something was wrong with Harry not answering when I 
called back, after he had just called here. After pulling out of the 
driveway, I hit the button to close the garage. Harry lived across town. 
It took me forty five minutes to get there. After parking the Harley in his 
driveway I walked up to his door and rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang 
the bell again before pushing the door open. Sticking my head in and 
peeping around for starters, I called Harry by name. No answer. That was 
strange because Harry never left his door unlocked, much less cracked open. 
I 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. I walked through the living room and down the hall to the 
master bedroom. Still no Harry. I thought I heard a noise in the game 
room, which was downstairs. After I got downstairs I had to walk through a 
corridor to the game room. I opened the door and saw Harry tied to a chair 
looking half beaten to death. I began to run toward him when someone 
grabbed me from behind by each of my arms. I raised my right foot off the 
floor and drove the heel of my pump through his instep. As he released me. 
I pulled my right foot out of his instep, I turned to the right with 
my elbow coming up catching  him in the jaw, causing him to stumble backward. 
I shifted my weight turning bringing my old buddy, the left hook around slamming 
it into his right jaw. Someone  grabbed me by the left shoulder as the 
man in front of me collapsed to the floor. I instantly twisted my body 
bringing my right fist up catching this guy in the chin.  I heard a 
voice from across the room and a click, like a gun being cocked. I stopped 
where I was as the first guy grabbed me by the neck. The voice spoke slowly 
and calmly. "We have been looking for you Jazzmon. 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 guy that I collected several 
thousand dollars from for James, a friend of mine who I act as a collector 
for from time to time. He continued "Well, little lady, I'm here to teach 
you to stay out of my affairs" Three guys with Harry tied to a chair beaten 
half to death and me with this clown who has his arms around my neck. A foe 
holding a gun on me while he threatened me. 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 me scars from having to be stitched up from 
the gutting I gave him with my fists when we 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 me. Harry was 
beginning to stir, as he started to come too. The second thug still had his 
arms around my neck. I waited for Big Jim to get within kicking range, then 
raising my foot and kicking him in the face, 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 toward us as if he were a bull 
seeing a red flag. I figured that he was asking for the same thing that Big 
Jim got. I threw both feet up and grabbed him around the ribs, the impact 
caused the guy holding me to fly back against the wall, and to release my 
neck. We all went down. It was a hard fall, but there was no time to think 
about pain if I was planning to get out of here alive. I quickly jumped to 
my feet. I ran over to the knife and kicked it under the sofa. I 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 me as I stood there 
getting my balance, thrusting forward and upward with my 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 heaving as they crawled around on the 
floor puking blood. Now it was time to take care of the guy who had been 
holding me by the neck. He began to back up as I walked toward him. "You 
might as well take your medicine and get this over with" I said as he 
tripped over a chair behind him. I picked him up off the floor. As I 
released him he took a swing at me which I blocked. Quickly, I stepped 
backward throwing a left jab to his nose, and blood ran out of it like a 
broken faucet splattering all over my dress. Then a right cross to his chin 
causing him to stumble to his right as my left hook smashed his jaw causing 
teeth to fly out of his mouth. He dropped to his knees holding his face. I 
reached over to pick him up as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned with 
my fist clenched and gutted Big Jim. Before he could react I uppercut 
him, causing him to stagger, but only a little bit. Twirling around as fast 
as I could, I hooked Lenny, my fist landing near his mouth causing his lips 
to split open. My 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 me because I had knocked him off balance with the  last blow. Now for Big 
Jim.  Whom had been looking for his gun. "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. 
I remember getting hit by him seven months ago. My body had rolled on the 
floor several times. As a matter of fact that is really why I gave him that 
scar on his face. I waited for Big Jim to make his move.  He approach me  swinging 
at me with his deadly fist. I managed to get out of his way. He followed 
me as I backed away from him while he swung wildly in the air. I dodged and 
ducked his advances giving myself time to get my second wind. It had not 
been an easy job fighting his three men. Before Big Jim knew it, I had 
stopped ducking and backing away. As he drew back his fist hoping to 
execute a hook, I slammed my fist into his belly. Over and over again I 
hammered my strong fist into his flabby belly. His knees appeared to be 
getting weak. I kept blasting my fist into his belly, and he began puking 
up blood and saliva which rained from his mouth and his nose.  I 
continued to punish his fat gut, with my hard fist. I then placed my left 
hand on his shoulder pushing him into position. I came upward with a 
powerful uppercut causing his head to spring back. Quicker then lightning, 
I came around with a right bellypunch. It brought his head downward enough for 
my left hook to make contact. His face spun to his left as teeth and blood 
were expelled from his mouth. I 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 I had left. Big Jim dropped to the floor as he folded into a fetal 
position with a little movement, then nothing, he laid there motionless. It 
was very quiet and so still you could hear a pin drop. I looked around at 
the four unconscious men, Big Jim and his three men, and tiredly dropped to 
my knees. Harry had finally fully regained consciousness.