A mothers attempt at revenge - The return of Mrs. Villano
by Tommy2164  
Part 10 in the ongoing saga of Italian-American Strong girl Debbie Umbruzio.


My name is Angelina Villano and those of you who read part 9 of Debbie
Umbruzio's adventures know well of my recent troubles. Simply put I was
outfisted by a much younger woman. I spent two weeks recovering from the
beating she gave me. I could not go out in public, I was much too proud to let
people see me with blackened eyes. For years it was I who handed out the
beatings and now the tables had been turned on me. Just when I started to feel
better a letter came in the mail to remind me of my defeat. Debbie sent a
short note telling me she enjoyed our time together. Included in the letter
were pictures of myself laying on the ground, knocked out cold. To make
matters worse, laying to the left and right of me were my husband and son.
They too fell to the fists of little miss tough girl. My husband and son did
not mention what happened that night. They were embarrassed at losing to
Debbie, but I think they were far more embarrassed at my performance. They
both witnessed me fight other woman and men on countless occasions and in each
instance I came out the victor. So how could I have been beaten by this young
woman? I never told my husband that I, as a select Italian woman, inherited
special strength handed down through the ages. He just assumed that I grew up
as a tomboy and knew how to handle myself. Besides, he always got off on me
winning a good fight.

It was obvious to me that Debbie also inherited the power. Since she was only
in her early twenty's she was almost at her peak fighting ability. Her
strength and hand speed proved too much for me that hot summer evening and I
paid a terrible price for my cockiness. I decided that I must exact a certain
measure of revenge. I was not brave enough to take her on again, but I was
sure I could find someone to handle little Miss Umbruzio for me. My sister has
one daughter who inherited the power. Her name is Christina and she is 27
years old and she lives in Avalon, New Jersey. The last time I saw Christina
was at a family wedding five years ago. My sister was always bragging that
Chrissy was quite the little fighter. Everytime we talked on the phone I had
to endure another story about how her little strong girl humiliated someone in
front of a big crowd of people. The night before the wedding we had a chance
to have a long talk. Her mother told her that she was just like her Aunt
Angelina and Chrissy wanted to find out a little more about me. I told her all
about when I was her age and how I really enjoyed kicking the shit out of
people. Then she rambled on and on about her many fights. She actually kept
track of each fight in a diary. She had defeated 83 men and 44 women in her
first 22 years. I told her that was a lot of fighting, but she said she
enjoyed it so much that she went looking for trouble anywhere she could find
it. I found her to be a cocky little bitch and tried to stay away from her for
the rest of the weekend. I did, however get to catch her in action after the
wedding. Chrissy kept picking on one of the men in the wedding party. Finally
he had enough of her baloney and they stepped outside to settle the score. The
guy was twice the size of Chrissy and yet he ended up crying like a baby.
Chrissy beat his ass from one end of the parking lot to the other.

With this in mind I gave her a call and told her of my situation. I told her
what Debbie did to me and my family and asked her if she would try to avenge
my loss. Chrissy was real cocky on the phone and she actually laughed out loud
when I told her about Debbie defeating me. She said, "My mother said I was
just like you Aunt Angelina. I guess not because I never lost a fight". That
really pissed me off, but I needed to get Chrissy to agree to fight Debbie, so
I kept my mouth shut. Well it turned out that I did not have to talk too much,
Chrissy said she would be more than happy to beat the crap out of Debbie and
save face for our family. She told me she would drive in next weekend and that
I should make all the arrangements with Debbie. On Monday I went over to
Debbie's gym. Her eyes met mine as I walked into the gym. She nodded for me to
follow her and we walked into her office. Three months had gone by since our
fight and I told her that it was now time for revenge. Debbie looked very
eager for another fight with me. I told her I had trained very hard and I
wanted another shot at her. I suggested we meet on Saturday night at midnight
at an old abandon playground at the end of town. Debbie agreed and I left for
home.

Chrissy arrived Friday night and my son Rocco's eyes bulged from his head.
"Easy Rocco, she is your cousin you know", I said. She was quite a vision. She
was 5'-9" tall and very pretty. She took off her jacket and I was very pleased
to find that she was well muscled. Her biceps had to measure around 16" and
the rest of her body was rock hard. Her breasts were every bit as large as
Debbie's. (Readers should think of a well muscled Busty Dusty when you think
of Chrissy). I spent that evening telling Chrissy everything I knew about
Debbie's fighting style. She told me I was wasting my time and that I should
just sit back and enjoy the show. My husband and Rocco wanted to go to the
fight but I told them to stay home. They were no help the first time and I
didn’t want them around for this fight. Saturday night came and we jumped in
my Cadillac for the ride to the playground. It was a warm October evening and
we arrived around 11:45pm. Debbie was waiting for us and she looked
disappointed when she saw Chrissy with me.

DU: I thought this fight was between you and me Mrs. Villano.

CV: So, you’re the little bitch who beat up my aunt. Why don't you try picking
on someone your own age whore.

DU: I wasn’t talking to you dolly, why don’t you just back off. (Debbie
removes her jacket to show off her massive upper body development.)

CV: (Chrissy's eyes bulge when she sees that Debbie is every bit as built
as she is.) This fight is between you and me whore. My aunt is just
here as a spectator.

DU: (Looking at Mrs. Villano) Since I really wanted another piece of you
Mrs. Villano, why don’t you join in. I wouldn’t mind shutting the both of
you up.

I thought this might be a good opportunity for me to get back at Debbie and I
agreed to step in with Chrissy. Chrissy however was really pissed off that
Debbie actually thought she could take the both of us on. She walked over to
Debbie and they stood Tit to Tit. She removed her jacket and Debbie did not
seem impressed. Chrissy was three inches taller than Debbie, but their bodies
had similar muscularity. I threw off my jacket and walked over to Debbie and
stood face to face with my young enemy. The three of us just glared at one
another for about five seconds, then Chrissy sent a punch at Debbie's chin and
the fight was on. Debbie jumped back and we both circled her. Chrissy kept
insulting Debbie, telling her how she was going to take her apart and so on.
She stop talking when Debbie hit her with a good right hand to the side of her
face. While she was punching Chrissy, I took a shot at Debbie and landed a
left hand to the side of her head. Soon the three of us were standing in a
circle just wailing away at one another. I was giving as good as I was getting
at that point and I was quite confident that with Chrissy's help I would end
up beating the crap out of Debbie. We had her backing up for a while, but
after a few minutes Debbie started landing some pretty good shots. A hard
right sent Chrissy on her ass with a surprised look on her face. I jumped on
Debbie's back and grabbed hold of her zeppelins. She reached back and threw me
off her back and onto my ass. Chrissy jumped to her feet and she was filled
with fury. She threw punch after punch at Debbie but she just blocked them
with her arms. Debbie threw a three punch combination, the last punch was a
real bomb and Chrissy again was on her ass. I jumped up and squared off with
Debbie. She sent about five quick jabs to my face and I could feel both eyes
swelling up again, just like the first fight. She punched me around while
Chrissy tried to shake her cobwebs. A hard right uppercut took the wind from
me and I doubled over in pain. She then hit me with a left hand that sent me
back into a sitting position on a child's swing set. I grabbed onto the swing
chains while my head rolled on my shoulders. She then turned her attention to
Chrissy, who by now was standing up looking confused. I sat on that swing for
five minutes and witnessed the finest display of fighting ability I had ever
seen. Debbie took the cocky Chrissy and knocked her all over the playground.
Chrissy never got in another punch all night. Debbie must have hit her around
100 times. Time after time Chrissy was knocked on her ass. Debbie just scooped
her up and beat her until she fell again. I would say that she knocked Chrissy
down about six times. She beat Chrissy over to where I sat and soon Chrissy
was knocked to a sitting position in the swing next to mine. Her face was a
mess. She had suffered a much more terrible beating than I had in the first
fight.

Debbie stood before us with her big breasts heaving through her ripped black
spandex top. She looked us both in the eyes and tore off her shirt. She now
stood before us in cutoff jean shorts and a huge black bra that held her tits
straight out. Her cleavage seemed endless. She forced both of our asses into
the swing seat and pushed the wooden guard down over our thighs. She stood
between us and began delivering short chopping punches to our faces. I
received right hands and Chrissy, to my right received left hands. Soon we
were both swinging wildly. Chrissy started to cry and I soon joined in. Debbie
was taking a lot of satisfaction out of this for sure. She stopped her assault
and allowed our swings to stop moving. She tore off our shirts and bras and
then she removed her own boulder holder. She moved toward us and began to
shake her knockers. They smashed off both of our beaten faces as they swayed
from side to side. We continued our crying as Debbie reminded us that we were
not as tough as we first thought. Finally having had enough fun, Debbie
removed us both from the swings. Chrissy was begging her not to hit her
anymore. Debbie turned to me and hit me with a real head snapper. I could feel
myself falling backward and soon I was knocked out.

The next thing I remember is being in the back seat of my car. Debbie was
driving and Chrissy was slumped in the passenger seat. There was a distinct
smell of cunt juice in the car and I kind of figured what must have happened
while I was knocked cold. Debbie must have released her love spunk all over my
nieces face. Debbie pulled up to my house and dragged us both to the front
door. She rang the doorbell and my husband answered the door slack jawed.
"Delivery for Mr. Villano", Debbie said. We both slumped to our knees and
crawled in the front door. Debbie just drove off in our car that night. That
was the last time I saw her or my car. I talked my husband into moving out of
town and as for my smart ass niece, I understand she never picked a fight with
anyone after that evening.

**The End**