Rematches are so unfair
by Tom2164  
Part II in the ongoing saga of Debbie Umbruzio.


This is Tammy Backus and I'm sure you all had a good laugh at my expense. I've
seen the account of my fight with Debbie Umbruzio and while I'm not saying it
isn't accurate, I feel it is my duty to tell my side of the story. This broad
Debbie had been shifting her titts back and forth trying to distract my
gymnasium clients for quite some time before I made the mistake of taking her
on. I did underestimate the wench. She was a lot stronger and faster than she
looked. I hid out in my house for over one month after that fight. I dare not
go back into the gym for fear of what might be said. It took over two weeks
just for my eyes to get their color back.

Once back in the gym I did hear some snickering about what had happened. I
told anyone that would listen that I was jumped by several men and they had
given me the beating at Debbie's request. They then placed me on Debbie's
shoulders for the long walk to the gym. I even conjured up a story about
Debbie satisfying each man before they would release me to her shoulders. I
may have even gotten some of the people to believe my story, but for the most
part my story was falling on deaf ears. The general feeling of the gym patrons
was that I had lost my title as "Toughest Woman in Town" fair and square.

It wasn't long before I was being challenged by people because word had gotten
around about my loss to Debbie. Fight after fight, my confidence was being
restored. I easily won each fight. I left four woman badly beaten and with
each win my reputation was being restored. I still had a lot of self doubt
about fighting Debbie again. I remember the feeling of helplessness as she
beat me around her back yard like a rag doll. I convinced myself that the
reason I lost the fight was my lack of conditioning. Oh sure, I am muscular
and tough, but when you are in a fight with a tough woman like Debbie you need
to have stamina. She will not go down in the first minute of the fight like
all the others.

I began training in earnest about six months after our fight. It was the dead
of winter and I started my day with a six mile run. I spent the better part of
the day at my gym helping my clients work out. I guess during the day I broke
away enough to get about two hours of lifting in. I also started taking boxing
lessons. After about two months of this I started to come up with a plan to
get Debbie back. I would see her around town every once in a while. She would
just give me a smug look and continue on her way. I just couldn't wait for the
day I could lay a beating on her. I figured I would train another six months
and then challenge Debbie to a rematch. I did not see her at the gym anymore.
I thought for sure she would come in just to gloat, but she stayed away.

My training was really paying off. Every night I would spar with some poor sap
and send them back to the showers with a funny taste in their mouths. I
continued to tell my story about Debbie cheating in the first fight and every
one of the men I boxed was convinced my story was true. The six mile morning
runs soon turned to ten mile runs. I dropped over 20 lbs and added muscle mass
to my already large frame. I was beginning to feel ready for a rematch. One
night I called Debbie on the phone. I told her I was ready to take her on
again anytime and anywhere. She told me she wasn't interested and that she had
proven her point last year when she kicked my ass. She then hung up the phone
which really pissed me off. I jumped into my car and drove over to her house.
I don't know why but I stopped the car about a block from her house and got
out and walked through several back yards before coming to the scene of the
first fight. It was pitch black out and I could see Debbie through one of the
back windows. She was with a handsome looking man and they were making out. I
sat and watched from outside and saw much more than I had wanted to. Debbie
looked in great shape and she was really giving it to her gentleman friend. It
was then that I came up with my plan for a rematch.

For some reason Debbie never fights unless she feels someone she loves is in
danger. My plan included putting her handsome boyfriend in a good deal of
danger. I did a lot of checking around and came up with a couple of local
tough girls to help me in my plan. Patrice Heil was a large and muscular girl,
built very much like myself. Tracy Dean on the other hand was a Cory Everson
look alike with very large breasts. Both girls had heard of Debbie and liked
my idea to gain revenge. Our fist task was Debbie's boyfriend Anthony. We all
followed him home one night after he spent a fun evening at Debbies house. I
brought along a video camera to film the proceedings. When Anthony got out of
his car in front of his house, Tracy was waiting for him. She shook her
massive boobs in his face and he just kind of laughed. "My girl makes yours
look like blisters". That pissed off Tracy and she hauled off and nailed him
with a good shot. I whipped out the camera and began to film Tracy giving
Anthony a beating. Patrice jumped in and soon poor Anthony was in trouble.
They dragged him up onto his porch and took the front door key from his pants.
Patrice carried Anthony's beaten body upstairs to his bedroom and layed him on
the bed. I have the camera to Patrice and told her to film me. I took about
five shots at Anthony's face while she filmed. He was almost out like a light
by now.

He slumped back onto the bed and I undid his trousers. It looked like he had a
python in his pants. "This guy is hung" I said to the others. Patrice
continued filming as I pulled down his underwear. Debbie's man had to be at
least 10" soft. I couldn't resist, so I took his member in my mouth and soon
his pole began to grow. Both Tracy and Patrice wanted a piece of the action,
so Patrice put down the camera and we all sucked on Anthony's pole. The god
damn thing must have been 14" in it's hardened state. We all agreed that
Debbie was a lucky woman. For all of our sucking this guy was not going to
come. I decided if he wasn't going to come, then I was. I quickly took off my
pants and mounted the stud. I couldn't get but half of him in me, but that was
good enough to get me off. All the while I was on him I was talking to the
camera challenging Debbie to prove her womanhood. When we were all finished we
slapped Anthony's face until he came to. He was a little groggy from the
beating but he still had his massive hardon. We left his house and proceeded
to Debbie's house to deliver the video tape. Tracy put the tape in Debbie's
mailbox and we all headed home to wait for the fireworks.

Two days went by and we still had not heard from Debbie. I thought we would
hear from here right off after humiliating her boyfriend like we did. A letter
arrived in the mail the next day. It was a message from Debbie. An invitation
actually. It read in part:

"You are cordially invited to a day of fistic endeavor. Be at Pennbrook Grove
at high noon on Saturday August 2 and be prepared for the battle of your
life." Tracy and Patrice also received invitations. We all laughed at the
formality of being "invited to fight" with Debbie. Saturday arrived and we all
piled into my van. Pennbrook Grove was a small wooded area that ran alongside
a creek. It normally would be rented out for small picnic or summer company
gatherings. We arrived at the gate and drove down a hill to the open grove
area. Picnic tables surrounded the grove. They were all under open wooden
roofs that protected the picnic goers from rain showers. The open grove area
was covered with lush green grass and was at least the size of two football
fields. Debbie was waiting for us along with Anthony, who's bruises were
mending just fine, thank-you very much.

Debbie had on a tight yellow t shirt that was ripped at the mid-waist to show
off her tanned six pack abs. I didn't remember her body to be this defined
during our last fight. Her arms, while not as large as mine were clearly
defined and as tight as a drum. To picture Debbie think of the famous pin up
model "Chloe Vevrier" with larger firmer breasts and defined muscularity. I
walked up to Debbie and told her I wanted to fight her one on one. If she were
to beat me then she could have at the other two. Debbie actually wanted to
fight all three of us at once because that was how we attacked her Anthony. I
didn't give her a chance to finish her protest. I sent a long left to the side
of her head and she backed up a little. She assumed a boxing stance and soon
we were going at it pretty good. Two jabs to my chin reminded me of her power.
Debbie was a fine boxer, better than any of the men at the club. After about
three minutes of boxing Debbie was clearly beating me to the punch. I lunged
at her and we began to wrestle. I got a good hold of her and threw her to the
ground. We wrestled for about a minute and then she got me in a headlock that
made me scream out in pain. My head was caught in her vice like grip and I
couldn't get out. Finally she released me and as she did, she hit me with a
nice right hand cross. I staggered backward and she continued the onslaught.
Over and over again her punches met their mark. She knocked me down for the
first time in the fight and I lay on the ground stunned. She came over to me
and picked me up to my feet and began the beating all over again. She knocked
me down six times, and picked me up each time to continue the pummeling. I
began to sob because I knew all my training went for nothing. Now you have to
understand that I probably only cried three times in my life and two times
were at the hands of Debbie Umbruzio. She beat me over to the picnic tables. A
straight jab sent me back against a pavilion vertical support. Rights and
lefts rained down upon me. Debbie must have hit me twenty times. I was out on
my feet but Debbie's punches were keeping me upright. Finally Debbie stepped
back and stopped her punching. My head spun and my eyes rolled into the back
of my head. I slid down to the ground with my back to the support beam. Debbie
had knocked me out cold. During the first fight I was never knocked out, so I
was doubly humiliated this time.

I don't know how long I was out cold. I awoke to the cries of pain from Tracy
and Patrice. My head was aching when it became clear to me that Debbie had
beaten all three strong girls in one afternoon. I watched the remainder of the
fight from my slumped position. Debbie stood between the girls like some kind
of comic book super hero. She alternated punches between the girls and their
heads rocked with the motion of her fists. Both girls begged Debbie to knock
them out and end the punishment. Debbie knocked both girls to their knees.
Tracy and Patrice were crying like babies. Debbie went behind both girls and
grabbed Tracie's hair with her right hand and Patrice's hair with her left.
She banged their heads together three times and both girls fell onto their
sides. Their day of "fistic adventure" was over.

Anthony had been filming the fight all along with his video camera, so I would
have no excuses for the locals this time. He ran to Debbie and have her a big
hug of congratulations. He put the camera down and soon their hands were all
over one another. I was so tired I just sat there and watched as Debbie
enjoyed the fruits of victory. Anthony removed her shirt and released her
mighty breasts from their constraints. They looked even larger and firmer than
I remembered them to be. He dropped to his knees as if were worshipping her.
He pulled her pants to her knees and began giving her a good licking. She
grabbed his hair with both hands as she stood over him. She was looking right
into my eyes as she enjoyed the movements of Anthony's tongue in her hairy
twat. Debbie moaned for pleasure and I just sat there crying. I thought of all
the hours of training and for what? To be beaten even worse by this
Italian-American strong girl.

As Anthony licked away I saw Debbie lean over and whisper something in his
ear. Anthony stopped his licking and Debbie moved toward me. I guess I knew
what was next. "Remember last time Tammy", she said with a gleam in her eye.
She rolled me over onto my back and straddled my face with her strong muscular
legs and ass. Soon I had her hairy pussy all over my beaten face. Anthony got
behind us and as Debbie rode my face she sucked on his 14" rod. Oh the
embarrassment as I realized that Patrice and Tracy had come to and were
watching the action. I was gasping for air as Debbie grinded her cunt into my
entire face. My face was covered with her musky smelling love juice. For some
reason I found myself turned on by what was happening and I reached up to
fondle her huge breasts. My hands were like a small child's in the midst of
her massive cleavage. Anthony was moaning over and over in harmony with
Debbies groans. Finally Debbie reached the point of climax. I grabbed at her
zeppelins as they rose and fell. Her nipples stiffened to the size of large
coffee cups. She released a good deal of goo from her hole as she climaxed for
what seemed like one full minute. Anthony too, was ready to go. Debbie quickly
got to her feet and guided his love pole between her breasts. Just as Anthony
was about to shoot off, she stepped aside and aimed his cock directly at my
face. Soon great gobs of cum were shooting all over my face. When he was
finished it looked like I had been hit in the face with a Boston cream pie.

Debbie and Anthony showed concern for their beaten foes. They cleaned us up in
the creek and drove us all to the local hospital. We spent three days
recovering from Debbie's beating. We all could not believe we were beaten by
our much smaller opponent. Tracy even talked about revenge, but I had enough
of Debbie Umbruzio to last me for a lifetime. I would never challenge her
again but there would be others foolish enough to try.

**The End**