Debbie
by eltoro
The toughest kid in the neighborhood


Back when I was in high school, the toughest kid in our neighborhood was a
girl. Her name was Debbie, and nobody, boy or girl, gave Debbie any
problems. She was big and tough, and would fight at the drop of a hat. She
was about 5'8" tall and weighed about 200 pounds, and she could fight.

We all lived in a rural area and road a bus to school. We lived about a
half an hour drive from the school we attended, and the ride was always
boring, and the noise level was always high, and Debbie always had plenty
of time to pick on people. Debbie always picked on people, and enjoyed that
very much. She always sat in the third or fourth seat, and would pick on
the people that walked by her to go to the back of the bus, and the people
that were unfortunate to sit in front of her.

This encounter I had with Debbie was the first of what has been many
matches against women. While I really hated Debbie at the time, I would
like to thank her now as I have had many matches against women, really
enjoy it, and do very well against the ladies. The only thing I enjoy more
than competing against a strong and skilled woman, is beating them. Thanks
Debbie, for getting me started.

The school year was drawing to a close, and the weather here is always hot
and humid. The bus had all of the windows open for the ride, but still felt
like a sauna. The high school I went to had a separate campus for the
freshman and sophomores, and the juniors and seniors. The under classmen
were dropped off at their campus first in the morning, and picked up last
in the afternoon. I was 15 and a sophomore, Debbie was 18 and a senior, and
this is where the story begins.

The bus pulled up to the circle drive to let us off at the campus, and I
was not paying any attention to Debbie as I walked by. School was going to
be finished in a week, and I was thinking about starting the summer. The
slap to the back of my head made me stop thinking about summer, and start
thinking about slapping back. It was a hot morning, and that slap pissed me
off. I turned to look behind me, and the guy standing there was about 10
feet behind me, holding his hands in the air and shaking his head side to
side.

I looked down to my left, and there sat Debbie, smirking. I reached back
and slapped her on top of the head. She called me a bastard and started to
stand up to retaliate when the bus driver came over and forced his way
between us. He told Debbie to sit down, and me to get off. I did so gladly.

School was a drag, and back in the "old" days when I went to school, we
were not left out early just because the temperature got hot. We had to
stay all day and suffer through. The only good part about this day was
knowing that I would get to talk to Glenda. Glenda was a junior and came
back to this campus in the afternoon to take her first semester of Spanish.
She was very good looking and a big flirt, and all of the boys wanted to
get into Glenda's pants. Glenda was also Debbie's best, and probably only
friend.

The third hour finally arrived, and I was walking through the hall making
sure to get my daily dose of Glenda. I finally saw her, and she was looking
fine. She waved me over to her, and we started to talk. She told me that
Debbie was really pissed off, and wanted to fight me after school that
night. Debbie lived about 4 miles from where I did, and I told  Glenda I
would fight her, but did not know how we could given the distance. Glenda
told me that Debbie would sit in the back of the bus that night, and save
me a seat across from her. If I wanted to fight, go to the back of the bus
and Debbie and I would fight. I told her I would.

The anticipation was driving me wild. On one hand I was afraid of her, and
on the other hand I was tired of taking her crap, and wanted to kick her
ass. The rest of the day flew by, and it seemed like only minutes before I
was talking to Glenda, and here I was now getting on the bus to go home. I
walked the two steps up into the bus, and turned to face the rear and there
sat Debbie in the very last seat on the left. We instantly made eye
contact, and both knew the fight was on.

Sitting down in the seat across from her, she started talking about how she
would beat my ass. So I called her a fat ass, and told her let's go. She
said we would wait until the bus got out of town and made the turn to go to
the country. Her reasoning was that the bus driver would have a harder time
stopping the bus to break up the fight. I agreed.

We both sat there quiet, and the tension was building. Some of the other
people on the bus knew what was going on, and were looking forward to the
fight. Lots of people watch fights, few will fight. Debbie and I were going
to give them an opportunity to watch a fight.

My mouth was getting dry, my hands began to shake a little as the bus
started to roll. Even today I get keyed up waiting to begin a match against
a woman. Can't help myself.

The bus was approaching the turn, and everybody was pretty quiet. Most of
us knew fight time was right around the corner, literally. As the bus was
coming out of the turn, Debbie and I turned in our seats and faced each
other. We both kept sitting there staring at each other, neither of us even
blinking. Suddenly somebody shouted fight, and her and I started slapping
each other. Some of the people stood up to get a better view, and Debbie
and I were not disappointing them.

We were hitting each other hard and often. Neither of us tried to block, we
were both too busy flailing away. We were slapping each other in the face
and head, with no real damage being done. The bus driver was hollering at
us to stop, but neither of us wanted to. Simultaneously we both rose to our
feet, and the open hands went closed, and the fists started to fly. We were
hurting each other now, and both grew more angry with every punch. The bus
driver finally slammed on the brakes, and the bus slowing threw both of us
off balance. I fell toward the front of the bus, and Debbie caught herself
on a seat, and fell back onto some guy sitting there.

The bus driver finally got us separated, and made Debbie sit in the back,
and made me sit in the front. When he pulled up to my house, he told me as
I was getting off that I was kicked off the bus for the rest of the year,
which was only a week. When my mom found this out, she went ballistic. My
dad worked afternoons, and did not get home until midnight. My mom worked
mornings, and did not get home until 5:30 in the afternoon. For that next
week, my dad took me to school, and griped at me all the way there for
being so stupid. I had to wait for my mom to pick me up, so I had to sit
outside the school until about 6:00 every night and wait for her. Then, she
griped all the way home about my being so stupid. I really hated Debbie
now.

It was now mid June and school finally finished for the year. Things were
looking up. I would be off for the summer, and my birthday is in August, so
the world was looking very bright. One afternoon the phone rang, and when I
answered it, I could not believe my ears. It was Debbie, and she wanted to
fight again.

We agreed to fight at a little school house about a half mile from where I
lived. I would have to walk down there, and Debbie had a yellow Volkswagen
so she would drive. Be there at 4:00 tonight she told me. I agreed, and we
hung up the phones.

Walking down there I got nervous again. I felt like I could jump out of my
skin. I could feel beads of sweat gathering on my forehead, and my hands
were tingling. I almost ran the half mile to that school, and got there
before Debbie. The wait was making me crazy.

Finally I heard a car pull into the gravel parking lot, and could tell by
the sound of the engine it was Debbie. I think it takes a lot of guts to
agree to a fight like this. Nobody is there to break up the fight. Just the
two of us, and we wanted to fight.

I was wearing a pair of cutoff blue jeans, a tee shirt, and a pair of
canvas Converse All-Stars. Debbie was wearing a pair of shorts, a
sweatshirt, and a pair of white tennis shoes. She also had a couple of
rings on her right hand. She was taking this seriously.

She had parked about 20 feet from where I was standing. She stared at me as
she got out of her car, and our eyes locked as she approached. Neither of
us said a word. When she got about six feet from me, I brought my fists up in
front of me, and she did the same. We circled as we approached each other,
and went about a half circle when we started fighting. 

I am left handed, Debbie was right handed. I punched her in the mouth with
my right hand, and hit her with a solid shot. She swung back with a wide
right hand, swinging past my head. I hit her in the face with my left hand,
and she backed up a bit. She again swung with her right hand, and this time
caught me in the left jaw right in front of my ear. I swung back with my
left hand, and my fore arm hit her in the ear. I wrapped my arm around her
head, and started punching her with my right hand.

She was getting hit with some hard punches, and she grunted with every
blow. She tried to hit me in the groin a couple of times, but missed and
hit my hip. She did catch me in the stomach a few times, but without much
force. As I said earlier, Debbie was about 5'8" tall, and weighed 200
pounds. I was, and still am, 6' tall, and back then weighed about 180
pounds. 

I kept my headlock on Debbie, and kept punching her in the face with my
right hand. I was hurting her, and her punches started coming more slowly
and with less force. Finally I was able to throw her to the ground, and
able to maintain the headlock. Now I was forcing her head against the
ground, and still kept punching her in the face. She was not hitting me
back now, she was just laying there getting beaten up. I forced her onto
her back, and sat on her chest. I told her to give up, and she refused, so I
slapped her across the face. I did this a couple of more times, and she
finally gave up. I had beaten big bad Debbie up.

My hands were sore and I had a fat lip, but I won the fight. She was still
laying there as I walked away, and I was proud of myself for beating her
up. She was a bully, and deserved to be beaten up. As I walked home, I
figured this would be the last I would hear from Debbie. I was wrong about
this in a big way.

It was now the end of August, and I was with the family celebrating my 16th
birthday. I was outside playing baseball with some relatives, when my mom
told me to come into the house for a phone call. I rarely ever got calls
when I was young, and could not imagine who this could be. Upon answering,
I was very surprised to hear Debbie on the phone. She told me she wanted to
fight again. She told me to meet her at "Rome" the next night at 6:00. I
told her I would be there, and she told me I better be, and hung up.

"Rome" was at the far east side of the school yard where Debbie and I had
first fought. Some years before, somebody had excavated an area about 20
feet wide and about 60 feet long. The dirt from the hole was left there,
and through the years the rain had washed some of the dirt back into the
hole. The mound of dirt was about 2' high, and the hole was about 3' deep.
This area looked like a coliseum, so everybody called it Rome.  

Kids played football there, had fistfights there, and screwed there. A lot
of things went on in Rome, because you could not see anybody in there from
the school or the road. You had to walk all the way across the school yard,
which was about 400 feet. I was looking forward to fighting Debbie again, and
planned on giving her a good ass kicking this time. 

That next day my parents went to visit some friends, so I would not have to
tell them a story to leave the house. I was home alone, and ready to kick
some ass. I had on the same shirt, cutoffs, and tennis shoes that I had
worn for the first fight. I was hoping for the same result, and looking
forward to the fight.

When I got there, I saw an old pick-up truck in the school parking lot. I
did not recognize the truck, so I looked across the school yard, and was
disappointed to see somebody sitting there on the side of Rome. This was
not good, as somebody being there might keep Debbie and I from fighting,
and I wanted to fight her again.

I walked across the school yard, and as I got closer I could see it was a
woman sitting there. She was a big woman, 6' tall and weighing about 200
pounds, and she was wearing a tee shirt and cutoffs. As I got closer, she
stood up and asked me if I was looking for Debbie. I said I was, and her
reply was that she was there to teach me a lesson. She said her name was
Ronnie, and she was a friend of Debbie's. She heard about Debbie and I
fighting, and heard I had beaten Debbie up, and wanted to fight me herself.
She told me I was bigger than Debbie, and should pick on somebody more my
size.

I found out later that Ronnie was from a neighboring town, and had been
arrested for beating up her husband at least twice. She worked as a janitor
at a high school, and was also a bouncer at a local tavern. She was very
tough, and very willing. I was not going to back down from her, and told
her let's fight.

There were plans to build a subdivision behind the school, and those plans
included building a fence around the school yard. There were several fence
posts in Rome, so Ronnie and I agreed to clean out the posts and fight in
there rather than fight in the school yard. Ronnie was barefooted, and
insisted I also fight barefooted. Before removing the posts, I took off my
shoes, and to this day when participating in mixed matches I compete
barefooted. I get a better sense of balance, and most women have pretty
feet, so what the hell.

Ronnie and I worked together to remove the posts from Rome. As we threw the
last post over the edge, she told me she could out fight most men, and out
fuck most women. Even now I have no idea why she said that, and my reply
was so what? We both walked back to the center of the pit, and were about
4 feet from each other when we raised our hands to start fighting.

We did not circle like Debbie and I did, but we stood flat footed across
from each other. I faked a couple of times, trying to get Ronnie to make a
move, but she would not budge. Our eyes were locked, and I forced the fight
by taking a step toward Ronnie. This was the opening she was looking for,
and she lowered her shoulder and tackled me. I fell on my back, and her
body slip up mine until her butt was against my stomach. She sat on me, and
punched me in the face. I was able to get my feet under me, and threw her
off of me, up over my head.

We both scrambled to get back to our feet, and the circling began. Ronnie
was taller than Debbie and a lot stronger. She was a better fighter also.
It was easy to tell she really enjoyed fighting. She was almost smiling as
we circled. This time I charged in, and Ronnie hit me as I closed in. The
punch straightened me up, and she followed with another punch to my face. I
swung and missed, and she hit me two more times in the face. I could feel a
trickle of blood running down my lip, and this pissed me off.

I backed away from Ronnie, trying to find an opening. She stepped up to me
and punched me in the face again. Like Debbie, Ronnie was also right
handed, and she kept hitting me with a right. Another right hand by Ronnie
to my head, and I finally hit her with a right of my own. She didn't even
notice, and she followed my punch with another right to my face. I bent
over at the waist, and she hit me several times in the back oh the head,
neck and shoulders with punches. I finally lunged forward and was able to
take her to the ground.

We struggled for control, rolling back and forth on the grass. We punched
each other at every opportunity, and while I was finally hitting her, I was
getting tired. I had taken quite a few punches to the head, and had a
bloody nose, and could feel my left eye throb with every beat of my heart.
I finally got control over Ronnie, and tried to keep my body pressed
against hers and get some rest. I had my arms wrapped around her neck, and
was pulling her face into my shoulder. I had my shoulder under her nose,
and this was hurting her.

She grabbed my hair with her left hand, not to pull it, but to control my
head movement. She was now hitting me in the side of the head with her
right hand. Hard punches that were wearing me out, hurting me with every
punch. I pulled my arms from behind her neck and sat up to hit her. She
held me by the hair, and pulled my head at an angle, and punched me with
her right hand in the face. I hit her in the chest a few times, and
finally hit her in the mouth with a solid punch. She grunted and cussed,
and kept hitting me in the face with her right hand, and started kneeing me
in the back.

After a time, she pulled me back down to her and rolled on top of me. She
sat up on me, and keeping a hold of my hair, punched me twice more in the
face. The punches then turned to slaps, and after each slap she asked if I
wanted to quit. I tried three or four times to throw her off from me, and each
effort was rewarded with another slap to the face. I finally shouted my
submission, and she slapped me several more times before getting off of me.
When she stood up, she stepped on my mouth with her foot, and pressed
against my mouth and ground her foot into my lips. She then wiped both of
her feet on my face, and walked away.

I did not get up for an hour or so, I was really hurt. My head, face, hair,
ribs, legs, and back were all sore. Walking home was a killer. That half
mile back to the house felt like it was 50 miles. I forgot to pick my shoes
when I left, and the rocks were hurting my feet. I staggered that half
mile, and went to bed before my parents got home.

The next day I got up and looked in the mirror, and I was a total mess. I
had dried blood on my lips, a black eye, two bumps on my forehead, a split
below my ear, and several cuts and scratches. My parents were livid, and
asked me what had happened. Being too embarrassed to tell them the truth, I
told them some kids walked through the school yard as I was playing
basketball, and we started playing a game, and I got into a fight with one
of them. One of the other kids jumped in, and the two of them beat me up.

The next week school started again, and in the school year book, my junior
picture has me with that black eye. Very embarrassing.

I don't know how you guys are after you lose, but I always want a rematch
if I lose, and always give a rematch if I win. If you beat me once, you
might have been lucky. If you beat me twice, you are just better. I went
about the business of planning another fight with Ronnie. That is how I
found out her name, and some of her history. I talked to Glenda, and Debbie
told her all about the fight, and told her about how she had called Ronnie.
She further explained that she then called me to fight, and Ronnie was
there instead of her, and kicked my ass good. 

That is when I found out where Ronnie lived, where she worked, and how she
had beat up her husband. The school year was in full swing, and all of the
fall activities were going on. I called Ronnie up, and told her I would be
in her town on that Friday night to watch the high school football game,
and told her I wanted to meet her there. She said she would.

The football game was the excuse I used with my parents to get out of the
house. I had gotten my license and could drive by myself, and wanted to get
even with Ronnie. I got to the game and parked the car, and had no idea
where I would find her. I walked around for a few minutes but did not see
her. I decided to go to the concession stand to see if she might be working
there, but she was not. Since I was there, I got in the line to buy a
drink, and would continue the search with a Coke.

While standing in line, I heard somebody walk up behind me, but paid no
attention. Soon I felt them lean against me, so I moved a step forward.
They stepped up into me again, so I turned to ask what was going on, and
there stood Ronnie. She asked if I was looking for her, and started to
grin. We talked a minute about fighting again, and she told me we could go
back to her house and fight. I followed her back to the house, and we
walked in and her husband was sitting there watching television.

She walked over to the television and shut it off, then walked over to her
husband and said something to him. He got up from the sofa and walked out
the door. Her and I then moved all of her furniture to one side of the
room. We put the sofa in front of the television so nobody would fall into
it. 

I had a jacket on, a tee shirt, and blue jeans. She was dressed the same.
We both took the jackets off, and sat down on the sofa and took off our
shoes. Ronnie took our jackets and socks and shoes into another room, and
closed the door. She walked over and locked the front door and pulled the
shades on the windows. She turned and faced me, and for a minute or so we
stood and stared at each other, neither of us saying a word.

We finally stepped toward each other, and both raised our fists. Nothing
fancy this time, we walked into each other and started swinging. We stood
toe to toe for at least 30 seconds punching each other in the face and
head. I was able to hit her with a straight left that knocked her back. I
rushed over to her and got a head lock on her. I pulled her head down
toward the floor, and hit her twice in the face and once in the side of the
head. She was able to straighten up and wrap her arm around my head. At
first we tried to pull the other off balance, and were not successful, so
we started punching each other again.

She turned into me so we were face to face and tried to knee me. We each
kneed the other three or four times, but our knees kept banging. Ronnie then
stomped on my foot, her heel catching my foot dead center right behind my
toes. This hurt like hell. I tried again to knee her, and this time hit her
in the left rib cage with my knee. She exhaled and groaned, and bent at the
knees. She was hurt. I grabbed her by the hair and kneed her in the chest,
then threw her onto the sofa. She curled up into a ball and groaned. I
asked her if she wanted to quit, and she could not force herself to speak.
She slowly and weakly shook her head.

Still remembering how she had done me in the previous fight, I forced my
big toe into her mouth, and rubbed it back and forth over her teeth and
lips. I then pressed her head into the sofa cushion with my foot, and
ground my foot into her jaw and ear. I finished by wiping her saliva from
my foot with her shirt.

This should have been the end of the fighting, but it was not. Apparently
Ronnie was not satisfied with a finishing with a 1-1 record against me, she
had to prove she was tougher. She wanted to fight again. She called a week
later and told me she was not done with me yet. She said give her a month
to heal and we would fight again. She wanted one more fight.

Ronnie's husband finally got fed up with her abuse and left her. She was
not able to afford to live in the house they both lived in, so she rented an
apartment. Winter was coming into season, and there was snow on the ground,
and it was pretty frigid weather. Ronnie called one day and challenged me
to fight. It was too cold to fight outside, and with others in her
apartment building, fighting there was not an option. My parents would have
killed me if they knew I was fighting a woman, so we could not fight there.

Ronnie worked at the high school, and said we could fight in there. The
high school had a padded room in which the wrestling team practiced in.
Both the floor and walls were padded. The room was kept well heated, too
well heated. There was no thermostat in the room, so the furnace was either
on or shut off. We decided to meet on a Saturday afternoon.

I had the pre-fight jitters that Saturday morning, and my mom knew I was up
to something. I was very quiet, not at all hungry, and anxious to use the
car. She told me no when I asked to use the car, and thoughts raced through
my head of not going there and being thought of as a coward. I asked my
dad, and he used the standard ask your mother, and I knew that was a dead
end. I kept after my dad, and he finally let me go. I was speeding down the
road to get to that school, because I did not want to give Ronnie the right
to say I was a no show. I pulled up to the school as she was opening the
door.

She told me she thought she would have to come and get me, come looking for
me. I told her there was not a chance in hell of that. She said she was
glad to hear, as she could not stand a chicken shit motherfucker. We got
into the school, and walked to the gym, then up some stairs into the padded
room. She walked out and turned the heat on. The room was cold as hell, and
we could see our breath. I don't know why, but we both took our coats,
socks, and shoes off. We could still see our breath, and now were getting
cold arms and feet waiting for the furnace to heat the room up.

It did not take long, and the room was hot. The room was fairly small, and
the noise from the fan made it hard to hear. When Ronnie called to
challenge me, and we figured out we would fight in this room, she told me
to wear shorts under my jeans, because it would get very warm. Very warm
was an understatement, it was hot.

We both stepped outside the padded room, taking our shoes, socks, and coats
with us. Outside we stripped down to our shorts and tee shirts, and left
the clothes in a pile. Ronnie got her pants and shirt off first, and walked
into the room and closed the door as she walked in. Being concerned she
would jump me as I walked in, I stood outside the door. Finally she asked
what I was doing, and I told her I did not trust this situation with her
closing the door. She called me a dumb ass, and said she was only wanting
to keep the heat in.

I walked over and pulled the door open, and saw her standing on the
opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall. She told me she did
not need to cheat to kick my ass, then said close the damned door. In our
first two fights we said very little to each other. This time we talked
before fighting. She told me that I had really hurt her the last time, and
she was going to make me pay. She told me she was going to hurt me real
good this time to teach me a lesson.

She got pissed off when I told her I was getting even for what she had done
to me in the first fight, and her reply was that she was getting even for
Debbie then, and she would get even for herself now. Throughout the entire
conversation we stayed as far away from each other as we could, which was
weird. The furnace fan made talking almost impossible, so we had to almost
shout at each other. We also agreed that this would be the last fight between us,
and that the loser had to kiss the winner on the ass, and the winner would
get to keep the loser's pants and shoes.

After agreeing to this, we each told the other to get fucked, and walked to
the center of the mat. I raised my fists as she drew near, but she kept her
hands at her sides. As she closed in I prepared to punch her, but she
charged into me forcing back into a wall. She had my body pinned against
the wall with hers, and had her face pressed against my face. She took her
hips back a couple of times and lunged them forward into me. We both had
our arms wrapped around the other's neck, and she kept me pinned against
the wall.

I slid back and forth against the wall trying to get some space between us,
or get her off balance, but had no luck. She kept her face pinned against
mine, and my body pinned against the wall. The room was getting hotter
every second, and we both were sweating profusely, sweat dripping down our
bodies, running down our arms and legs, getting into our eyes. Maintaining
any hold would be tough, and I struggled to shake myself free.

She finally stepped back and tried to knee me, but missed. She tried again,
and rammed her knee into my stomach, but that had little affect. Her third
attempt at this gave me enough room to break away from the wall. I moved
about ten feet from her, and we both wiped sweat from our faces. Then we
both put our fists up, and moved toward the other.

We started punching each other, but not wild punches, more like a bare
knuckles boxing match. We stood there and pummeled each other, fist after
fist to the face. We were both getting marked, and both had bleeding noses.
I backed away to get a breath, and she stayed away for a minute. We both
held our hands in the air, but neither of us moved forward. After another
minute or so, we stepped back within range and started punching again. 

Both of us punched, neither of us ducked or tried to block. She finally was
able to hit me with a solid punch in the nose, and I grabbed onto her and
held on. I was too hurt to try to throw her or hit her, I just held on. She
tried to knee me a couple of times, then hit me in the ribs with some
punches. Somehow I got the strength to get an arm around her head and throw
her to the ground. Mostly I squeezed her head against my ribs, occasionally
pushing her head into the mat, and occasionally hitting her in the face.
This went on for about 5 minutes, and she finally gave up. There was a
clock in that room, and her and I had fought for about 20 minutes. 

I rolled off of her, and we both lay still for another ten minutes or so. I
got up and got dressed, and did in fact take her pants and shoes. She was
too tired to get up, so instead of kissing my ass, I made her kiss every
toe on both feet, and kiss my big toes twice.

This was the beginning of my mixed fighting "career". Since my first loss
to Ronnie, I have only lost one time since to a woman. That was back in
February of this year. In case you are wondering, I do plan to have a
rematch with this woman. Once we both get a time we can meet and compete, I
am confident I will avenge this earlier defeat. Debbie started me on this
road to mixed fighting, and it is a road I travel as often as possible. I
always look forward to the next female opponent, and always savor the
victory. Who's next? Time will tell.