Big Boys do Cry
by Tommy2164  
Part 5 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.


Well, I guess some guys just never give up. Hi everyone, it's Debbie Umbruzio
again, and would like to tell you all about my latest fistic adventure. Do you
remember Mark Backus, the big bully in Part 3? He came back into my life just
recently and you know what, maybe I should let Mark tell this story. He did
such a good job the last time, didn't he?

Do you all realize how hard it was for a guy like me to accept the fact that
he had been beaten by a girl? I had to lay in that hospital bed for two days
recovering from the beating she put me through. Worse than that was the
constant stream of visitors asking me how I lost to Debbie. I didn't have an
explanation. She was just stronger and faster than I was. My entire family was
devastated. I was the strongest and toughest my family had to offer and to see
me laying in the hospital bed was just too much to bear. My two brothers Paul
and Bruno wanted to go after Debbie right away. I told them that now was not
the time. There would be a time and place for revenge and I needed some time
to think. Once out of the hospital I packed my bags and moved to upstate New
York. I took a job at a meat packing plant and spent the remainder of my time
working out. Night after night I went to bed and dreamed of the day I would
have my revenge on Debbie.

About six months after my move I met a girl named Mary Wilson. (Readers please
think of 70's model Mary Waters). Mary worked in the office at the packing
company. My eyes bugged out the first time I met Mary. She didn't have the
greatest looking face, but she had a set of knockers on her that stopped me
dead in my tracks. Mary was a big girl. She was 6'-0" tall and weighed 185
lbs. I came to find that Mary was involved very heavily in woman's
weightlifting events and was New York state champion three years running.
Quite often after work we would head down to the gym and get in a workout.
Mary was strong as an ox. Her deadlifts and squats were above anything I could
handle. Many nights we ended up at Mary's place. She had a nice area in her
basement with a large wrestling mat. Even though Mary was strong, I still had
the upper hand in our wrestling matches. The fact that I could beat her in
wrestling made Mary horny as hell. We often had sex after I pinned her for a
three count. While making love to Mary I often thought of Debbie Umbruzio. I
would close my eyes and as I felt Mary's large breasts I pictured Debbie above
me instead of Mary.

One weekend I had a little too much to drink. I told Mary about the fight I
had with Debbie. To make myself look a little better, I lied about a few
details. For instance I told Mary that I was flat out drunk and Debbie cracked
wise at me. I told her we started fighting and because Debbie wasn’t drunk,
she got the best of me. I also told Mary that once Debbie knocked me on the
ground she kicked my head and face until I required medical attention. This
story really enraged Mary. She told me she wanted to drive back to my home
town and teach Debbie a lesson on my behalf. I told Mary that even though she
was bigger than Debbie, she wasn’t in Debbie's league as a fighter. This
really pissed off Mary and I had to calm her down or she would have driven
back to Pennsylvania for a fight that night. I told her I was formulating a
plan and she would be a big part of that plan. For right now I just wanted to
train along by her side.

One of the reasons I felt I lost the first fight was a lack of conditioning. I
wasn't experienced at a long fight. I had always knocked out my opponents
quickly. I started training like a boxer. I was up very early getting in my
road work. On an average day I would run around six to eight miles. After work
I headed to the gym and lifted weights for two hours. Every other night I
would spar five to ten rounds with anyone who was interested. After a while I
became so menacing that none of the locals would step into the ring with me.
Mary too, trained heavily. The poor loyal soul actually thought she was going
to fight for my honor. I knew that Debbie was too much for her, but I needed
Mary in order for my plan of revenge to work. After about two years of
training I felt that we were ready to pay Debbie a visit. We left for
Pennsylvania on the Thursday before Memorial Day. We arrived at the Backus
homestead and I introduced Mary to my family. My brothers were surprised that
my new girlfriend was as big and burly as she was. Bruno commented that other
than her tits she didn’t seem like my type.

I told Bruno that Mary was going to fight for my honor. "You're going to let
Mary fight for you, what kind of chicken-shit is that" he said. I laid out my
plan for Bruno. First off Mary confronts Debbie for what she did to me. She
gets into a fight with Debbie. I don't expect Mary to win, but I do expect her
to tire out Debbie. Once Debbie beats Mary, then I would step in. Surely
Debbie will be winded by that point and I will gain my revenge. Bruno told me
that Debbie just got back in town. She had graduated from college a couple of
weeks ago and could be found almost any day down at Pipps Gym. Bruno told me
he saw Debbie and she looked just awesome. The next day I piled Mary into my
car and we headed to Pipps. We both walked in and the place just stopped. The
whole town knew what happened two years ago and I felt a little embarrassed to
say the least. A couple of the locals came up to me and told me how great I
looked and how they missed seeing me around the gym. I introduced Mary around
and we began our workout together. About an hour after we arrived, in came
Debbie. She saw me right off the bat but stayed on the other side of the gym.
I pointed her out to Mary and she said Debbie didn’t look like much trouble.
The fact of the matter was Debbie looked great, I don't know what Mary was
looking at. At 22 years of age, Debbie was beginning to fill out a little. Her
breasts were still huge, but her shoulders, arms and legs were much thicker
than two years ago. I am not an expert on body fat, but she didn't seem to
possess much. Her muscles were long and sinewy and clearly defined on all
parts of her body.

After getting in about 15 minutes of her workout, Debbie grabbed a towel and
walked over to us. She said hello to me and introduced herself to Mary. Debbie
stuck out her hand and Mary just slapped it away. Mary told Debbie she wanted
a piece of her for what she did to her man. "We really should talk Mary
because you have the story all wrong.". "I fought your man fair and square,
ask anyone in town". Mary insisted on fighting Debbie then and there. As is
her custom, Debbie did not want to fight in front of a big crowd. She
suggested to Mary that she might come over to her house that night and they
could discuss a few things. Debbie then rolled her eyes and walked away. I
told Mary to go to the car while I finalized the details with Debbie. Mary
headed for the car and I went after Debbie. The whole gym was paying
attention, so I grabbed Debbie by her muscular arm and led her to a side
office. I closed the door behind us and stood face to face with the girl who
changed my life two years ago. I told her all about Mary, how she was New York
State's weightlifting champion and how she had a long list of successful
fights and that maybe Debbie should reconsider. Debbie told me that she knew
someday I would come back at her. She just didn’t think I would use a
girlfriend to get even with her. "You know Mark, I have a feeling that once I
take care of Mary, you will be waiting in the wings for me and you know what
Mark? I'll be ready for you. I was ready two years ago and I'm ready now."
Debbie's confidence really freaked me out. I left the gym just a little bit on
the nervous side.

I told Mary that when she went to Debbie's house she should just discuss a
site for the fight to be held. I told her I didn’t want her fighting in
Debbie's back yard because the cops could come and arrest her for assault.
"See if she will meet you at Pennbrook Grove". I told her that Tammy did
battle with Debbie there a few years back. Mary wanted to know how many other
family members fought this girl. I told her it was a long story and we didn’t
have time. I dropped off Mary and told her to call me when her little talk
with Debbie was over. After about an hour Mary called and asked me to pick her
up. She was a little mad at me. Debbie stood by her story and took Mary to
several of the neighbors for confirmation. Mary could not understand how I
could have lost a fair fight to Debbie. After all, Debbie was a lot smaller
than I was. Mary didn’t know what she was getting into. After all was said and
done, Mary and Debbie agreed to fight the next day at Pennbrook Grove. I
filled Bruno in on the plan. I asked him to come along and hide in the bushes
with our video camera. I wanted the footage of my part of the fight with
Debbie to be shown around town, then maybe I could hold my head high. Bruno
said I was a sneaky fuck, but he agreed to do the filming for me.

The next day dawned and we headed for Pennbrook Grove. Bruno drove off in his
car and positioned himself in the woods before Debbie arrived. Mary and I
waited for Debbie. For a while I didn’t think she was coming but soon a trail
of dirt was coming from the tires of her red corvette. Debbie got out of the
car wearing a black turtleneck shirt with no sleeves. Needless to say, with
her 44's sticking out the shirt was skin tight. She had on white gym shorts
that accented her tanned ripped legs. She took off her sneakers and stood
before us barefoot. She threw a pair of bright red boxing gloves at Mary.
"Here you go Mary, no sense in us messing up our pretty faces, right?". Mary
seemed miffed, but agreed to put on the six ounce gloves. Mary wore a white
muscle shirt with baggy grey sweatpants. Her tits stood out proudly, they
were just not as proud as Debbie's. Debbie turned to me and said "I hope you
enjoy this stud, because you're next". Mary heard this and attacked Debbie
with both hands. I'll beat you senseless, you whore" Mary said. Well, that was
about the last we heard from Mary as Debbie soon turned my poor girlfriend
into her personal punching bag. To her credit, Mary never gave up. Debbie must
have knocked her down five times, but each time Mary got up and came at her
again. Debbie knocked Mary over to an area with picnic tables. A right - left
combination sent Mary back into a picnic table. She sat down and her face had
a goo-goo look on it. Debbie stood Mary up and measured her. She swung her arm
in a circle like a fast pitch softball pitcher. She connected with a very hard
uppercut that knocked the 185 pound Mary straight up off the ground. She
crashed through the picnic table leaving splinters of wood everywhere. "Do you
want to come over here and count to ten or do you want me to do it Marky?",
Debbie said.

I walked over to Mary's prone body and confirmed that Debbie had indeed
knocked her out. Debbie turned to me and asked if the day was over or did I
have something else on my mind. I was going to tell Debbie that I had second
thoughts (I really did think Mary would have put up a better fight than she
did.). Just before I could speak my idiot brother Bruno shows up and stands
beside me. "You think you can handle us both bitch?", he said. Debbie looked
me in the eye and asked me if this was the way I wanted it?. I stammered ,
Y-Y-Yes it is. She looked at Bruno and removed her gloves. "Very well, then
boys which one of you is first?" We both kind of just looked at each other.
"It won't hurt my feelings if you both want at me at once, you know". With
that Bruno started removing his shirt. Bruno was not as big as me, but he was
a tough son of a bitch. He had no quit in him, if you know what I mean. He
stood about 6'-1' tall and was a lean 205 pounds of muscle. He was a handsome
man with a nice toothy smile. I too removed my shirt and got ready for the
battle. Mary, well Mary just laid there with a funny look on her face.

Bruno got on one side of Debbie and I took the other. Bruno rushed at Debbie
and knocked her to the ground. I then jumped on the both of them. All three of
us wrestled a bit. Bruno, that stupid fuck actually tried to rip off Debbie
shirt. It wasn’t until receiving two punches from Debbie that Bruno actually
saw the light of day and began taking the fight seriously. Debbie jumped to
her feet and Bruno was on her back pawing away at her tits. I got in a good
shot at Debbie's face and sent her flying onto her back with Bruno holding on
for dear life. I ran at Debbie and continued to send shots into her pretty
face. She threw Bruno off her and began her attack on me. Jabs and hooks
landed on my face. She was as strong as I had remembered and I was glad I had
Bruno on my side. Bruno made an attempt to tackle Debbie but she just pushed
him aside and continued hammering on me. I traded blows with Debbie for a bit
and I guess I held my own. Bruno got behind Debbie and grabbed both of her
arms. He pulled her arms behind her back and told me to wail away. Debbie
stood before me with her huge tits sticking straight out. I took a couple of
shots at her chin and her head rocked back and forth. Bruno was doing a great
job holding her arms. I hit her with a couple more shots that should have put
her away. She had a funny look on her face. I thought I was knocking her out
but her face just showed a combination of determination and anger. Debbie
tensed up both of her arms and muscles just bulged from ever section. Bruno
started to groan as Debbie tightened up her grip on his arms. I continued
hitting Debbie in the face but it was Bruno who was screaming. "She's breaking
my fucking arms, no - no - stop - my arms are breaking." Debbie began swinging
Bruno around in a circle with Bruno screaming all the while. Finally she
released Bruno and he went flying. He clutched both arms to his side and laid
on the ground wailing.

Debbie turned her attention back to me. We traded punches back and forth. I
was little competition for her. She was beating me to the punch and my right
eye was beginning to swell. Bruno had done a good job ripping at Debbie shirt.
A big hole in the front of her shirt was ripped and her massive cleavage swung
to and fro with every barrage she sent my way. Debbie nailed me with five
straight punches to my face. I was staggering backward as she let her punches
go. I fell to the ground from the punishment Debbie was dealing out. Debbie
stood over me and waited for me to get up. She looked down at her torn shirt
and with some disgust she pulled in over her head and threw it to the ground.
"You owe me a new shirt Backus", she said. Bruno rose to his feet and started
running at Debbie. Debbie must have heard his footsteps and turned around and
unleashed a wicked right hand cross that smashed into Bruno's face. Bruno went
down to his knees. His head listed from left to right and blood poured from
his mouth. He began to spit out about six or seven of his front teeth. Debbie
had made sure Bruno would be on a liquid diet for a while. Bruno cried out
"she knocked out all my teeth, oh what will I do?". Debbie picked up Bruno and
said "I've had enough of you, you little punk". She reached back and bailed
him straight in his face. Brother Bruno was now in sleepy land.

About this time, Mary was coming to. She looked around her and saw me sitting
on the ground obviously getting the worse of the fight with Debbie. She saw
that Bruno also was laying on the ground out like a light. "You lied to me
Mark. This girl told me the truth and I listened to you instead." Debbie told
Mary that she was sorry that she had to learn the hard way. Mary told Debbie
it was she that was sorry, she would have never gotten involved if she had
known I had lost the first fight fairly. I rose to my feet, not knowing what
to expect next. Debbie said to Mary "I'll prove to you that the first fight
was genuine." Debbie then removed her sweat soaked bra. Her tits stood out
firm and proud. She walked over to her car and pulled out some rope. She
brought the rope over to Mary and told her to tie her right arm to her side.
Mary looked at Debbie with her mouth open. "Are you sure about this Debbie?".
Debbie nodded yes and Mary tied Debbie's right arm to her side. I got up from
my slumped position with new found confidence. "Same deal as the first time
Marky, only this time I'm going to knock you out". She stood before me looking
muscular and tanned. I put my dukes up and soon we were at it again.

I learned a lesson that day about this Italian-American strong girl Debbie
Umbruzio. She was out to prove a point and it was a point she proved well. My
confidence was soon shattered as she punched me all about the open grove with
one hand tied to her waste. Mary began to cheer for Debbie wildly. Debbie
staggered me over to the top of a small hill that lead to a babbling brook. A
hard left hook sent me rolling into the babbling brook. I began to cry and
Mary laughed out loud at the sight of me balling like a baby. Debbie knocked
me into the brook. Over and over she knocked me on my ass. Then she would pick
me up and begin beating me all over again. I hardly ever did touch her again
that day with my fists. "L-L-Leave M-M-Me alone, you win", I cried. "Oh no,
not like the first time Marky, you're going to get knocked out this time.".
Left hand after left hand landed on my face. Debbie beat me out of the brook
and back up the hill to the picnic area. I was ripe for a knockout soon. I
stood before the bare breasted Debbie as she measured me for the kill. She
lunged at me and the last thing I remember was her big knuckles coming
straight for my face. The punch sent me reeling backwards. I stood swaying
back and forth before dropping face first like a felled tree. I fell straight
into Debbie's muscular arms. She held my limp body as my face first slid past
her massive chest. I could feel her stiff nipples brush against my bruised
face. My face slid past her rock hard abs. My knees had hit the ground at that
point. My face stayed at her stomach's level for about two seconds before I
passed out from the beating. I slumped to my right and landed with a thud.

When I came to both Bruno and Mary were gone. Debbie was washing the battle
from her in the brook. Her magnificent body was only more brilliant in the
light of the mid afternoon sun. I must have passed out again because the next
thing I remember is driving in Debbie's corvette. Once I was awake Debbie and
I had a long talk on the way to the hospital. She was kind and considerate and
not the least bit boastful. She had every right to gloat because she beat me
in every way a man could be beaten. She suggested I get anger counseling and
put these two losses behind me and get on with my life. I asked her why she
hadn't relieved herself on my face like the last time. She told me my final
humiliation was being beaten by a girl with one hand tied behind her back. She
said she didn't use the face grind for sexual release, just to remind her
opponent who was in charge. She asked me if I knew who was in charge and I
nodded yes. I spent three days in the hospital and Debbie even visited once to
see how I was making out. I will never forget how graceful she was in victory.
Un-like the first fight, this fight had changed me. I would go onto a quiet
life in upstate New York. Mary finally forgave me and we ended up marrying.
From time to time we talked about the lessons learned that day at Pennbrook
Grove and our stories only served to increase the legend of Italian-American
strong woman Debbie Umbruzio. Never again would I attempt to take on Debbie,
but as always there were others foolish enough to try.

**The End**