Psykojoe

Aggie's Annihilation

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Ok guys, this is a flashback story and it goes back a good few years. This is an account of Aggie, Audrey's mother, and her brutal last fight. I hope you like it, i am not good on details from that era but i think i have got some of it down.

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Audrey Castle had come kicking and screaming into a war torn and violent world in the winter of 1942. Born to Agatha, or Aggie, and Arthur Castle at Burmondsey Hospital , South London .

By 1943 Aggie and Audrey were alone. Arthur had been killed while on merchant shipman's duty in the Atlantic , his ship had been hit by a U-boat torpedo, one of the many casualties against the German war on supplies during the war. They had received forty pounds from the shipping company for their loss and a book of food coupons and that was it, they were left to fend for themselves.

Aggie hated the Germans, in fact there weren't that many people she did like but she absolutely adored Audrey. She doted on the little girl and she made sure she had what she needed, which during war time and ration books, wasn't all that much. Aggie, a hard faced woman of good build and powerful shoulders knew that there was always a way to earn a few quid and she wasn't going to starve and neither was her little girl, she would do whatever she had to. Audrey was the spitting image of her mother, her brown ringlets made her seem almost angelic. Her mother was anything but and Aggie had seen the hard side of life. She was born in Liverpool and came from a fighting family. Her mother had fought on the streets and so had her grandmother. Now she was in the right position to earn a few quid and that was all she needed.

There was a market for everything in wartime, people were desperate and came together in the best and worst minds. Cheap booze, food, smokes and knockoff petrol were on offer and so was the entertainment. Aggie had fought before, a brutal, blistering fight that resulted in one young woman from Bristol losing the sight on one eye. Aggie didn't give a fuck, not one care did she have for her opponent, these were hard times, grim times and a woman had to do whatever she needed to do in order to survive.

Aggie had left Audrey with a neighbour, old Mrs Sanders, a good old girl who by now was living through her second world war and still smiling, she too doted on Audrey and would always be ready with a little treat and a cuddle for the little one.

Walking through the market on this Friday night, Aggie saw the range of life, dirt and desperation that war and conflict brought up. She was an attractive woman but hard looking. She had put a black coat on but wore no make up, she didn't see the point. If she got hit then it would only run with the blood, why waste it?

Albie Wilson, a shady dealer and underground fight promoter had told her to be near or on Loading Bay 5 at seven sharp. He was a real wide on, Albie, a young bloke, slicked back black hair and a tache and sharply dressed in an imported suit – he looked like someone that had walked out of a joint in Chicago than running the scams down in South London, he had his ten fingers in many different pies and he always went back for more. In all fairness though, he had sorted out a nice winter coat for Mrs Sanders for free after Aggie had demolished that cheeky slag from Bristol in good, brutal fashion. He had made a nice little turn of profit for that and had sorted Aggie out and put a few quid away, secret like, for Audrey's Christmas box.

Aggie saw Albie talking to a couple of blokes over near a fish stand. She waved and he nodded to the men he had been talking to and they left.

`ello, Aggie.' Albie opened his arms and gave her a warm hug. Albie's father had known Arthur Castle when he had been at school with him, it was a really small world down Burmondsey way and friends looked out for one another.

She stepped back and he nodded and smiled. Aggie felt her heart flutter a little, he was a handsome bloke and could pull any woman but his heart belonged to the grift and the shakedown, he lived for the excitement of the market and all it had to offer.

`You ready for tonight then, love?' He asked, already knowing the answer. Aggie was always ready for a scrap and he knew she came from good cobbles stock which meant that she could go toe to toe anywhere you liked at the drop of a hat.

A clap of thunder sounded overhead and the rain started to come down.

`Yeah, i'm ready, who am I fightin'?' She looked up at the sky and few drops of rain fell onto her face.

`Tell you what, let's get out of this and grab a mug of tea and I'll give you the long and short. Come on.' Aggie followed Albie as he snaked his way through the boxes and stalls of this small, unique world.

A few minutes later they were sat in the Box Train Café across the road from the market, it was six thirty so they had a little time. Albie ordered two teas and a piece of cake for himself. A waitress came over and Albie gave her a wink, she smiled back and giggled. Aggie smiled and shook her head. Albie saw this and blushed a little and then laughed.

`Alright, behave. Right, lemme see…yeah, that's right, you'll be straightenin' with a bird from your old neck of the woods, a scouser by the name of Babs Burchill. You know her.?' Albie took a sip of his hot tea closely followed by necking all the cake down in one go.

Aggie thought for a moment and then it came to her. Burchill…yeah, she thought, her mam had fought one or two of them a few years back, real rough and dirty mob.

`The name rings a bell…mam might have scrapped with one of em. Does she know me?'

Albie shook his head.`Nah, I don't think so or at least no word like that anyways.

`Alright. Yeah, I don't mind who I punch the face off, you know me, Albie, I'll straighten up with anyone.

`Yeah, I do know and that is why you are getting a nice little reputation as a fighter willing to walk on the cobbles with anyone. I had a bit of interest from some people over the water.' He took another wet of his tea and waved at someone that had just come in the door and then went back to wait for her to respond. It was still raining outside and it was really getting dark.

`Paddies? Bloody hell, I thought them silly buggers were too busy fightin' em'selves.' She said, taking a long gulp of her tea.

Albie laughed. `That's right, doll, they usually are. A young bloke by the name of Shannon gave me a call, said that he has one or two girls that he feels are real contenders and he wants to try them out on the mainland, see if they can't claim a bit of glory for the green isle…or some bollocks shite like that.' Albie nodded and then thought for a moment. `Real cold bugger that Shannon though, gave me the chills down me spine. He must only be about eighteen but there was an edge there, a real cold and all business feelin' I got. If we have it with them, we gonna have to be real careful.'

Aggie wasn't sure what had shook Albie up but he seemed remote there for a second or two.

`Right then, am I gonna fight or what?' She asked, wanting to bring him back to the here and now.

Albie looked at her and nodded. He took the last gulp on his tea and then stood up, she did the same and after Albie took out a few notes and threw them on the table, they left. He had just tipped the girl two quid, more than a week's wages for a young strip of a girl like her. Aggie wondered just how she might have earned such a tip. She didn't want to dwell on that and besides, she could feel a pang of jealousy and she needed to keep her mind on the fight.

Seven o'clock came and went and it was still pissing down but not as heavy as it had been.

Aggie stood at the corner of the makeshift ring in the area known as Bay 5. Anyone in the know knew that this was where you caught the fights. The coppers on the beat knew this but none of them got involved and if they turned a blind eye or even turned up to watch then there was always a few quid and bottle of scotch in it for them.

A car pulled up near the bay, a brown Triumph Twelve four door that looked like it had seen better days. A man got out of the front passenger seat and went to the back of the car, opened it and a woman got out.

Shit, Aggie, thought, she's a big bugger.

And she was, at well over six foot and a good foot bigger than Aggie, this scouser was a right sight to behold. Many of the blokes that had gathered by this time had started commenting and the bets had gone around. Aggie had the feeling that the bets were going against her.

The man that had opened the door, closed it once the woman had got out, having had to stoop low to get out. Babs Burchill was a member of one of the roughest, toughest families in Liverpool but lived the other side of the Mersey to Aggie's family. She was an imposing sight. Her shoulders were bigger than most blokes and the black coat she wore hid very little of her obvious power.

Burchill had raven black hair that fell onto her shoulders, powerful arms went down to knotted forearms and fists more like a docker's than that of a woman. Her eyes were small and seemed black as well. Aggie gulped but made sure that no one saw, masking it with a cough. If anyone saw her scared In the least then it would change the betting. Albie stood by her and reassured her that she would do just fine. She looked around at him and he smiled in that cocky way of his but she still felt nervous. She knew she could get seriously hurt tonight. There was no backing out now, no way. Bets had been placed and promises made.

Babs walked up, stepped over the top rope which was easily four foot high and went to the assigned corner. She looked back at Aggie and snorted down her nose, this was going to be fun and she was another bitch from back home, except from over the water. Babs was looking forward to smashing the shit out of this little slag.

Aggie wore a black top which was plain and functional and black leggings, adapted from some army surplus kit Albie's mates had liberated from Army Stocks. She liked to fight in bare feet though, she felt it gave her more bounce instead of big, cumbersome boots.

Babs, on the other hand, had some boots on which went to her black stocking thighs and this sight drew a few whistles from the boys, her legs were powerful and tight, her backside under the leather black draws were custom made. She wore a tight red bikini type number with no bra underneath which displayed her 38E tits for all to see, she was a big, big girl in all respects.

Albie asked for hush all around and he got it straight away, he was a respected face around these parts and people took note.

`Alright boys…and girls. Let's have this on tonight, this is a no rules, anything goes fight to the finish in true cobbles style. It only ends when one woman is out completely and, or, cannot finish. Let's fight.' He moved away from the ring and the crowd of now near two hundred people on Bay 5 cheered and hollered.

Aggie looked around and this was her first mistake. Her head rocketed back and she felt like her neck had snapped. She felt blood pour down her neck and then the pain hit her. Babs had moved across the ten feet to the other corner like a bloody whippet and smashed a hard blow into the other woman's mouth.

Shit, thought Aggie, what the hell…?

She struggled to clear her head and she could hear Albie curse loudly.

Babs followed this up with a stinging right into Aggie's left eye. Aggie's head smashed to the side.

The crowd were loving this, all except Albie and Aggie.

`Come on, Aggie, defend yerself' She heard him say. She could feel blood on her face and she felt scared.

Babs stepped away to admire her handiwork. She was not a mean looking woman but she was big, her face had a few scars from fights, all of which she had won, deeply enjoying battering and smashing other women was her call in life and she loved it. This bitch wouldn't take long.

Aggie moved to her left side and put her fists up, she didn't know what to do, she hadn't been prepared for such a vicious onslaught from the start, her face looked like she had been cut open with a pair of scissors and she could taste the bitter blood in her mouth. She had to act and do it now. This bitch was dirty so she would have to follow suit.

Aggie went to stamp down on the left ankle of this big slag and she was pushed away and back into the ropes. Babs was on her, an iron right hand around the smaller woman's throat and a face breaking right fist came pummelling down into Aggie's nose.

Craaaaccckkk

Some of the blokes at the side felt a little queasy now, blood sprayed onto their jacket.

OH MY GOD…Aggie thought through the mist of blood and pain. She had never felt pain like this. Babs still had her hand around the smaller woman's throat and she unloaded another bone shattering right fist, this time into the woman's right eye.

BAMMMMMMM!!

It closed almost immediately and Babs laughed.

Aggie shrieked in pain and the crowd loved this. Albie was terrified, this bastard scouse bitch was going to kill Aggie.

Babs lifted Aggie by the throat and Aggie was lifted two feet into the air, her arms limp by her sides. Babs threw her onto the top rope and that was where Aggie hung suspended, her arms over the top of the rope. She felt her legs and she struggled to make her legs work.

She just hoped that this big scouse bastard let her get up. She just hoped that she made it home alive to see her little girl, neither was definite right now.

Aggie managed to place a foot on the ground and then negotiated with her battered senses to place the other down as well. Some of the crowd were cheering her effort, some shouted for her to fall down and stay down, Albie was one of them. He had never seen such a vicious beating and the fight had only just started. He really feared for his friend's welfare and even her life.

Babs moved towards the fallen, struggling street fighter and made to snatch the little woman up and smash her down on her knee, face first and then over and over. A move that she had used on numerous women, always guaranteed to end a fight early. She had killed at least one girl but that had been hushed up and the body hidden, no women would fight a killer fighter.

Aggie swung around and nearly lost balance, she saw Babs coming towards her and moved to her right. She had to do something and running was now one of them. She had never run from a fight in her life but this was not a fight, it was a bloody massacre. Babs stepped to her side to mirror Aggie's action and jabbed out, Aggie ducked under and around the four fast jabs that were thrown. Drawing all of her strength to her Aggie kicked out and found the knee of the big woman.

Pretty much everyone heard the crack and Babs cried out in frustration. It hadn't done that much damage, it certainly hadn't brought the big woman down like some David and Goliath move. It just made her more wary and it became apparent that there was still a little fight in the smaller woman. Babs liked that, even respected it a little but she would still break the woman in half, that's just the way it was.

Aggie felt tired, she felt battered but she hard hurt the big woman, if only a little, she could do it again and she would if she had the chance.

Babs put up her big hands, more like a man's than a woman's, Aggie's blood still on the knuckles. She waved Aggie to come forward and smiled in a cruel and mocking way. Aggie moved around and tried to build the balance in her feet again, she needed to feel she could still fight. There was applause and cheers from the crowd, not many women would have been able to get up from that battering, never mind hit back. A few smaller bets went back and forth, none of them betting for Aggie to win but how long the big woman would take in demolishing her.

It wouldn't be long.

Babs moved forward, feinted to her left and then swiftly sidestepped to the right, this threw Aggie off and she went as Babs had wanted her to. Babs put a rib wrecking right punch into Aggie's side, the impact snapped three ribs straight off and Babs had a juicy follow up left boot to Aggie's right knee which sent her down, her hands stopping her from falling completely to the dirty, hard ground.

`Come on, bitch, get up again.' Babs taunted her, raising her voice to be heard over the amassed crowd of baying, blood hungry mob.

Aggie's knee felt like it was on fire. She closed her eyes to block out the pain but that didn't do much good.

She moved her right shoulder and from there pushed herself up and launched an uppercut into the pussy area of this big cow. It hit the left knee as blocked by Babs and Aggie felt like her fist had hit a wall. She cried out and held her fist in the cup of her other and looked at Babs. She even considered asking for mercy, she was outmatched and she knew it now.

Babs could see fear in this woman's eyes and she loved that, she had seen it many times before in the faces and eyes of women who minutes before had been strutting around and mouthing off, they had all been sorry. Now, so would this one. Babs loved fear, she fed off it.

She stepped forward and didn't throw a punch but rather grabbed Aggie's hair and planted a kiss on Aggie's lips. Her tongue feeling around in her mouth, she could taste the blood and the damage she had caused.

Albie stared in disbelief. What the hell was going on. The normality came back or as much could for an underground illegal bitch fight.

Babs broke off the kiss and then slammed her right elbow into Aggie's left cheek. The skin tore open like paper and Aggie stood there, her knees went and piss soaked her draws. Babs held her up by her hair. The crowd screamed, this was too much and they loved it. Albie felt sick, so sick and he felt that he was going to lose his fighter, his friend, he felt sick because he had chosen the opponent and he had not checked her out properly.

The blood pissed out of the tear on Aggie's cheek. Babs smiled and the man that she had come with, the other remaining in the car, shouted at her to do the business. Babs knew just what this meant but she wasn't ready, not just yet.

Aggie wanted no part of this anymore…she just wanted to go home, wanted to see little Audrey once more. She put her hand on the big woman's right arm. Babs was enraged. How dare this little bitch touch her. She let go of the woman's hair, grabbed the hand and the wrist and pulled it down. Aggie's face was nearly down to the floor and the intense, wracking pain shot through her wrist, arm and shoulder..

Babs held her there and looked to the crowd and she wondered if they knew what she was going to do to this bitch now. Probably not, she thought. She twisted the arm and another bolt of pain shot down the body towards Aggie's punch drunk brain, she still screamed out and this time she begged.

This got Babs wet….she loved them to beg, she always ignored them but hearing them beg was glorious.

`Pleeese….no…argggghhhh…my…arm…please…I give. I do.'

`She's had enough…let go of her.' Albie shouted, a few of the crowd laughed and they urged the fight on.

`Kiss my arse, you, she is going down.' Babs spat back at him. She twisted the arm a little more from the wrist and then she decided she had had enough of this and she stamped down on the shoulder.

`Oooohhhhhhhhh' Went the crowd as one.

Aggie's shrill scream sent a chill right through the soul. Her shoulder was out but Babs still had hold of the arm. What she did now none of them had seen in a fight before, at least not a woman's fight. Babs brought her knee up and slammed it into the elbow. It snapped like a twig.

Silence….

No one could believe what they had seen.

Aggie's arm was at a sickeningly wrong angle. She couldn't scream but her mouth made the shape. She could feel piss dripping down her legs.

The lone sound was Babs laughing. She wasn't finished.

A few comments made under breath told that it should finish now. Babs didn't want to. Aggie prayed for it to.

Babs let go of the arm and it flopped down. Aggie didn't and couldn't move, she was a broken, soiled and bloody mess lying on the ground.

Boos and hisses sounded around the dimly lit area. A few bottles flew close to the makeshift ring. Babs wasn't worried and didn't care. She decided it was time to finish this now though.

She grabbed Aggie up by her hair, both hands, nails digging into the scalp and tearing, blood seeping into the hair. Aggie felt herself being pulled up and then she was spun around to face her destroyer. This woman had battered her, then kissed her and then she had broken her, literally. Right now, Aggie would do anything for this to stop, anything, and in front of this crowd.

Babs smiled at her, blew her a kiss and then this was it…the part she loved the best. This poor bitch was done for, this wrecked, broken, battered and piss and blood-soaked bitch. Yeah, she could smell the stinking dirty bitch.

Babs brought up her knee up and she slammed Aggie's face onto her muscled, iron hammer knee…

SLAMMMMMM

It normally only took three. Albie screamed and went to get into the ring, two men held him back, it just wasn't allowed and there would be consequences. But he had to stop this, she was killing her.

SLAMMMMMM

That was it….Babs smiled, the body felt limp…but one more for the road…this time on the side of the head…just like the one that had killed the young Scottish bitch….Babs readied herself for the last knee slam….

CRAACCCCKKK….

A gun shot went through the night air……

Everyone stopped…including Babs….

Albie stood in the ring now and held a gun at Bab's head…

The look in his eyes meant he was deadly serious…

Babs smiled and she let go of Aggie's hair and the unconscious and potentially permanently damaged Aggie fell face down onto the floor. A pool of blood beneath her spread wider as the seconds passed.

`Leave now and live…I mean it, you bitch.' Albie knew he was in the shit for doing this, he would get a real kicking and a lot of others knew it as well. A few others around him now held bats and bottles and tapped them on rough hands, mean looks on faces and in the eyes of men who looked after their own.

Babs looked behind her and the man signalled that he really didn't want to get killed either. She nodded and brushed herself off, it had been a good night…well…about a half hour and a hundred quid, not bad all in all.

Babs brought her stocking leg over the top rope and then walked casually over to the car in which she had arrived. She didn't look back at the woman she had destroyed in brutal fashion, she didn't look back because she didn't care once she left the ring. They drove away and were not seen in London again.

Albie put the pistol away and rushed over to Aggie, he lifted her up and held her, she was out and looked like bloody, human wreckage. The crowd was still silent, a lot of them dispersing. Albie shouted at two men to go and get a gurney to carry her on, they left with speed.

He looked down at her and he felt totally responsible. He knew she wouldn't fight again, the arms was ruined, even if it could be mended it wouldn't be fight ready ever again. He wanted to get her to a doctor he knew, he couldn't risk a hospital as they would ask questions he couldn't and wouldn't have answers for.

In the space of less than half an hour this woman had gone from promising underground fighter to a piece of pulverised meat, taken apart by a sick, sadistic bitch.

This was a night he would not forget and he also knew he was out of the fight game. He had stepped into the ring and he would be lucky if he got away with a kicking. He would have to see. His mind went to Audrey, if Aggie was damaged then he made a promise to himself to take care of the kid, make sure she got what she needed. He would make sure of it. He looked into the broken, dismantled face of this once attractive woman and tears came into his eyes.

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