Debbie takes on Mario
by Tommy2164  
Part 8 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.



		My name is Mario Anzeloni and I would like to tell you all about
what happened when my path crossed with that Italian-American strong girl,
Debbie Umbruzio.  My family owns a large string of health clubs and I help manage
four clubs that are located within a twenty mile radius of Debbie's gym.  My four clubs
were always a financial success and coupled with other family owned enterprises,
afforded me a very nice living.  Growing up, I never wanted for anything.
My father always made sure I got what I wanted.  Over the years I had developed 
quite a reputation as a tough guy.  I carry 240 pounds of muscle on my 6'-3" frame.
I am most proud of my 20" arms and I show them off any chance I get.  I get into 
fights all the time and I can't ever remember losing, even as a child.  

		My problems started with Debbie when I realized that our revenues were
starting to slump thanks to our members leaving and joining Debbie's gym.  Word had
spread about the tough girl and how she could handle herself against both male and 
female opponents.  A lot of our female members thought of Debbie as a hero for 
knocking out local tough Mark Backus  (readers see Part 3).  The men, well they just
wanted to sneak a peek at her fabulous body while getting in their workout.  One day I 
decided to pay Debbie a visit to see what all the fuss was about.  I jumped into my 
Porsche and drove the ten miles to Debbie's gym.  I dressed up nice for my visit to 
Debbie, as I heard she was quite the looker.  I wore a business suit worth well over
$ 2,000.00 with finely polished Italian leather shoes.  I walked into the gym and
I recognized some of my old customers working out.  They kind of looked away, thinking
that maybe I would cause a scene.  I just smiled at them and asked them to point out
Debbie to me.  One guy yelled out "Hey Debbie, you have someone here who wants to
talk to you".  She was helping a woman with her workout and looked up briefly.
When the woman was done with her set, Debbie walked over to me.  I introduced myself
and she held out her hand to greet me.  We shook hands and I asked her if we could go
somewhere for some conversation.  She agreed and led me to the back of the gym where she
had a small office.  



		Debbie was dressed in an old baggy sweatshirt and pants that did 
nothing to show off her impressive physique.  Her face was beautiful and it was framed
by long flowing locks of dark brown hair.  We both sat down at her desk and started
our conversation.

du:	What can I do for you Mario.
ma:	I have a business proposition for you to consider.  Your little gym here 
	is causing me to lose some of my best customers and my family would
	like to buy you out.

du:	I've heard about both you and your family Mario and I do not want any
	trouble from you, but I must turn down your offer at any cost.
	I enjoy owning this gym and I am beginning to realize some profit
	from the efforts I have put forth.

ma:	I am glad you know of both myself and my family.  You must realize
	that I am a man who gets what he wants, one way or the other.  
	You too, have quite a reputation.  I heard about that Backus thing
	a while back, but you are dealing with a much bigger situation here.

du:	Look, I told you I don't want any trouble with you.  Please accept my
	answer as being final and allow me to return to my customers.  

ma:	Maybe you would like to talk some more over dinner this evening?

du:	Sorry, I already have a boyfriend and it just would not be fair to him.
ma:	Very well then.  It was nice talking to you.  Have yourself a nice day
	and I'm sure our paths will cross again.









		She looked at me kind of funny, then she rolled up her right sleeve
and held out her hand.  I shook her hand while gazing at her bronze muscled forearms.
The bitch was packing some muscle under that old gray sweat suit, I thought.
She walked me to the front door and watched as I folded myself into my Porsche
and drove off.  I bet she thought she would never see me again, but I had definite
plans for little Miss Umbruzio.  When I got back to my office I called in one of my 
goons for a little discussion.  Fat Tony had been with the family for years and he
usually handled situations where a little muscle was required.  I ordered Fat Tony 
to find out who Debbie's boyfriend was and knock him around a little.   Fat Tony
was more than happy to accommodate my request.  Later that evening he called
to confirm that my wishes had been carried out.  

		The next day I asked two of my sluggers, Vito and Paulie to pay
a visit to Debbie's gym.  They were instructed to harass any customer that formerly
belonged to my gym and report back to me at the end of the day.  At 5pm the boys
came into my office laughing.  They had a good old time slapping around my
old customers.  I asked them what Debbie did while all this was going on and they
said she wasn’t at the gym while they were there.  We talked for a while and they left
my office around 6pm.  I planned to stay late that evening to catch up on some
paperwork.  At 7pm my father, Vincent Anzeloni showed up.  My father never
showed up at the gyms, as he always had bigger fish to fry.  He sat down and
told me we had a problem.  He said Debbie paid him a visit in the afternoon
and had a nice discussion with him.  He asked why I was bothering her and I told
him she did not accept my offer of a buyout so I started a little trouble.  The conversation
continued:

va:	She is a nice girl Mario.  The kind of girl I had hoped you would end up with
	by now.  Imagine, twenty nine years old and not married yet.  When are you
	going to settle down.

ma:	I'm having too much fun, pop.  

va:	O'h another thing, Mario.  When Debbie showed up for our talk she brought
	Fat Tony with her.  He had bruises all over his face and it looked like he went
	through a real war.  

ma:	How did Debbie look?  Was she beat up good?

va:	You sent Fat Tony to beat up a girl?  Is this what I have taught you to do?
	Fat Tony lost to this girl.  She did not have a mark on her.  What a woman
	this Debbie is.  

ma:	Papa, I didn’t tell Fat Tony to beat up Debbie.  I sent him after Debbie's boyfriend.

va:	I know, she told me the whole story.  She found Fat Tony and avenged her
	boyfriend by giving him a good beating.  Now she wants my permission to 
	come after you.  

ma:	What did you tell her pop?  

va:	First I told her I was impressed as hell with her.  Imagine her showing me that
	kind of respect.  I told her I was amazed that she handled Fat Tony and after
	hearing her story, I think it is time you settle up with her one on one.
	After all son, you started this whole thing.   As far as I'm concerned you are 
	on your own for this one.  If you can't beat a girl after all, you're no son of mine.



		With that my father got up and walked away.  I was more than just
a little nervous that Debbie had beaten Fat Tony so bad.  What was I to do?  I called
up Vito and Paulie and told them to meet my at Fat Tony's house.  Fat Tony was
more than just a little embarrassed at losing to Debbie.  He told us that she was just
so fast with her hands that he couldn’t keep up with her.  He also said that while
she looked like a woman, she hit like a man.  Vito and Paulie were both laughing
so hard they could hardly stand up.  I didn't like what I was hearing from Fat Tony, so
I did not join in the laughter.  I knew that within the next couple of days Debbie would
come calling and I had to be ready.  







		One week went by and all I could think about was the battle with Debbie.
I was certain that I could not lose to her but seeing Fat Tony laying there with welts
all over his face had given me cause to worry.  I drove home late one night and pulled
my car into the garage.  Standing in the driveway as I exited my car, was Debbie Umbruzio.
What a sight she was!  She was wearing a black sleeveless evening gown.  She had her
hair pulled back and she really looked quite elegant.  "Wow, you look a lot different than
you did back at the gym" I joked nervously.  She asked if we could talk inside for a while
and I agreed.  We went into the living room and sat down for a talk.

ma:	I understand you want to fight me.  You come kind of dressed up for a fight
	don't you think?

du:	Yes, I do want to fight you.  Why did you pick on my boyfriend when you
	had a dispute with me.  He is but an innocent victim and you had your 
	goon beat him up.

ma:	He is a man, why are you protecting him.  Shouldn't it be the other way
	around.  

du:	Yes, he is a man.  A very kind and gentle man.  I was born with the ability
	to protect myself and those I love and I will continue to do so for as
	long as I am able.  

ma:	Do you know what you are getting into.  I am not Fat Tony or Mark Backus.
	Look at these arms  (As I flexed).  Are you sure you want to tangle with
	these babies.  

du:	(smirking)  You can't hit me with bi-ceps.  I'll tell you what.  I do not want
	to wreck this wonderful home of yours by fighting.  Why don't you come down
	to my gym and we can settle this issue.  

ma:	Oh no, bitch.  We will fight at my gym tomorrow night at 10pm if that is
	what you want.  One word of warning though.  When I beat you, I will have
	my way with you and I don’t want you running to the cops to say I raped
	you.  You either agree to this or there will be no fight.

du:	I agree.  But keep in mind that I will have plans for you as well if I am
	successful in defeating you.


		She got up to leave and I got a real good look at her.  You could
see the outline of her killer body underneath the evening gown.  Her huge breasts just
spilled forth from their constraints.  Her tanned shoulders were well muscled.
Her arms were very long and her biceps were well defined.  I also noticed that
her fists were large and bony.  They looked like they could do some damage
when called upon.  I went to bed that night, but I didn’t sleep a wink.  My mind
kept working all night.  In the morning I called Vito and Paulie and told them
that I needed them for a job.  They came over to my house and I told them of
Debbie's visit.  "Look guys" I said,  I talked to my old man and he said for you
to handle this broad for the family.  He thinks that if I fight her she will run to 
the cops and I will end up in jail.  I told them to be at my gym at 9:30 pm that
night.  When Debbie arrives, give her the beating of her life.  Then I told them to
call me when they were finished because I wanted to talk to Debbie when they
were finished.  

		Of course my intentions were less than genuine.  I was afraid that
I would lose to Debbie and embarrass my family.  I figured my two sluggers could
handle her for me and once they did, I would jump her bones while the guys watched.
I parked my car two blocks from my gym and hid in the bushes across the street.
Debbie arrived right on time and Vito let her in.  All of the shades were drawn so I 
could not see what was going on.  I figured the guys would need about five minutes
or so and I awaited their call.  Just as planned at 10:05pm my cell phone rang. 
It was Vito.  He said the job was finished and I should come in now.  Great!, I thought,
now I was going to give it to that cocky broad right up her ass.  I ran across the street
and unlocked the front door.  I walked into the gym but nobody was around.  I called out
for Vito and Paulie but found no answer.  When I got to the center of the gym, Debbie
walked out from behind the wall to the ladies locker.  She had that damn gray 
sweat suit on again.  Her long hair was pulled up in a pony tail.  She had a blue 
sweatband on her forehead and a smug look on her face.  "Your friends are taking
a little nap, are you ready for me now Mario" she said, as she punched her right
fist into her left palm.  



ma:	You bitch, you didn’t beat up my guys.  Where are those cowards anyway.  

du:	Oh yes, I did beat them up Mario.  As a matter of fact I knocked both of them
	out and your next.  

ma:	I don't believe you whore.  

du:	Come, I'll show you Mario.


		I followed her into the woman's locker room and was astounded to find
Vito sitting on a toilet with his head leaning against the back of the stall, out like a light.
Paulie was flat out on the ceramic tile floor with two black eyes to show for his efforts.
My mind began to race, what would I do now?   Debbie made the mistake of turning her
back on me.  She reached down to slap Paulie back to life.  I saw my opening and sent
a hard right to the back of her head.  She never saw the punch coming.  My punch knocked
her on top of Paulie.  I pulled her off Paulie and backhanded her to the floor.  This was
going to be easier than I thought.  She started to get up and I sent a kick at her
stomach.  She caught my leg in mid-swing and held on for dear life.  She spun me about
the locker room while trying to clear her head.  I sent shot after shot to the top of her head
and all she could do was spin me around and cover up with her other arm.  Finally Debbie
let loose with a right hand that hit me flush on the side of my face.  She released my leg
and I threw a left hand at her.  She blocked my punch and countered with a left hand
of her own.  She was a pretty strong puncher, I thought.  We stood toe to toe and gave
each other a good going over.  Debbie was giving as good as she was getting.  As the 
fight continued the fog seemed to lift from her eyes and her punches were a lot more
powerful.  She began to get the best of our exchanges.  A good straight right to my 
stomach knocked all of the air and a good portion of my confidence out of my body.
Debbie followed up with an uppercut that knocked me back into a trash can filled
with used paper towels.  Both the paper towels and I fell to the floor.   Debbie dragged
me to my feet and grabbed my hair.  Then she began introducing my head to each
one of the toilet stall doors.  She banged my head off all five stall doors, then threw
me against the wall. She banged a hard right into my ribcage, and then a left hand and
another right in rapid fashion.  She grabbed me by the chest and spun me around.  
A roundhouse right sent my flying across the room.  Another right sent me realing into
the main gym area.  I was on wobbly legs by that point.  

		Debbie walked from the girls locker with purpose in her step.
I raised my arms to defend myself and she hit me with a right hand to the chin.
Down I went.  She stood over me with her hands in the air.  She began to count,
one - two - three.  I jumped to my feet and she stopped her counting.  "Now it's time
to get serious", she said.  She reached down and removed her baggy sweat pants.
Her legs were very dark and muscular.  Her sweatshirt covered her down to
her mid thigh, but not for long.  With one fell swoop she reached up and removed
her sweat shirt.  I just stood there in amazement.  She had on a blue fish net stocking
body suit with nothing under it.  Her breasts stood out like two large volleyballs.
Her waist was amazingly small.  I would guess her measurements to be 45-22-34.
Her muscular arms were pumped up pretty good from the beaten she was laying on
me.       Her pubic hair jutted out through the fish net body suit.  She was one hairy
holed strong girl.  She brought her fists up to her chest and continued her assault on me.
Rapid fire rights and lefts met their mark on my face.  Her punches were so fast I didn’t
know where they were coming from.  I tried to throw a right hand and she caught
my arm in mid-air.  She held my right arm in the air with her strong left hand.
Then she sent two hard rights into my face, knocking me to the ground again.
She scurried to the floor alongside me and wrapped her legs around my waist.
She laid on the floor facing me and began putting pressure on my mid-section with
her python like legs.  Soon my shrieks of pain filled the gym.  I reached down and
tried to push her off.  Both of my hands grabbed at her massive tits.  I began to twist
at her eraser sized nipples in hopes of her releasing her grip, but to no avail.  Her strong
legs weakened me so.  I begged for her to stop.  To my surprise, she did stop.  She jumped
to her feet.  She reached down and pulled me to her chest.  By this time I was out on my
feet.  A right - left combination sent me back into the overhead press machine.  I stood
there with my head swimming.  Debbie reached up and grabbed a horizontal support
for the overhead press machine.  She did one quick pull up and wrapped her 
muscular legs around my head.  My beaten face was swept into her hairy love nest.
I couldn’t breath.  Debbie grinded her hairy hole into my face and I thought I would pass out.
Over and over she ground her cunt into my face while she squeezed my head like a grape
with her powerful thighs.  Finally she released my head from her python like grip.
She jumped to the floor and began a rapid fire assault on my face.  Her punches drove
me all the way to the other side of the gym.  I slumped to my knees and began to sob.
Debbie stood over me with fists at the ready.  "I give, you win.  I can't take anymore of
you" I said.  She grabbed me by the hair and led me over to a bench press machine.  
She sat down and I fell over her strong thighs.  She pulled down my pants and spanked
my bare bottom raw.  My sobs filled the gym as Debbie beat my ass for at least five
minutes.  Through tear soaked eyes, I assured Debbie I would no longer bother her
or her boyfriend ever again.  Satisfied that she had indeed taught me a lesson, she stood
me up.  The last thing I remember is being hit with a hard punch and landing on my
back.  I could see Debbie's hairy hole above me and the underside of her massive breasts
as they heaved in victory.  I blacked out soon after, only to wake to a severe headache
and the disapproving look of my father.  He saw the whole fight from the security 
loft above the gym.  I was soon out of the "family business".  I went from living the
high life to a nobody, all because of that bitch Debbie.  I swore that one day I would 
get her back, but that will be a story for another day.  



**The End**