Debbie was beginning to regret her action in deciding to continue the mixed tag team fight after her partner failed to show. It was bad enough to face two people, even with only one at a time fighting her. Her 5’7” inch 170 pound frame should have given her an advantage over the female half of the team. A short blonde at 5’1” 150ish she should have been easy prey for the hardened Debbie. Granted she had a few pounds on the male at 5’8” 160 pounds but he had some abnormally long arms. Bob and Bernie they went by the “killer Bees” which at this point was an apt name. As the sweat poured off of her body Debbie worked to try and at least keep her punch out put up to that of her opponents. However the girl had faster hand speed and the guy was no slouch either.
It had started out with her usual younger partner Joe finding and hashing out the details and rules for the fight. Joe at 30 years of age was the youngest of the 4, followed by Bob at 34, Debbie at 40 and Bernie at 51. It would take place at Bob’s with an appointed referee to give a 15 count if a fighter went down. Several other couples were there to watch. There was to be no head shots but any thing else was good with the main focus to be on body punching. Bernie had a bit more pot belly than Debbie which she was going to concentrate on. Bob wasn’t cut nor chiseled and looked a bit soft around the middle. At first Debbie objected to the pro wrestling stunt of making the tag, hold the opponent so the incoming person could get in a couple free shots. Then Joe convinced her that could work to their advantage. That didn’t work out so well as Joe didn’t show.
With Joe a no show Debbie was going to pull the plug and not fight. It took some doing but the others convinced her she should go through with it if for nothing else the work out she’d get. Plus there is no shame in getting beat by two. If she won then she’d have some bragging rights over beating a duo. So She decided to go ahead with the fight. They were in a finished rec room with mats on the floor and some chairs scattered around. They put down a pillow for the idle killer Bee to stand on. To tag out or in they would have to get close enough to physically tag. Stripping down to her black bikini Debbie faced her opponents in matching white outfits. Some one said go and the fight was on.
Bernie moved out in an awkward herky jerky style and was in a crouch so it was hard to get at her body. She did a lot of side to side movement which made her hard to track. When she punched they came in at all sorts of different angles. Plus she had some really good hand speed. At first she landed a half dozen punches mainly to Debbie’s lower belly before Debbie could land one of her own. They closed in and began to throw a lot of punches. Bernie was landing 3 for every 2 she took which was not good for Debbie. The sounds of hard fists thumping soft female flesh filled the air along with the grunts as each fighter took shots. Bernies moved from side to side a lot and that made Debbie miss a lot as she wan’t there when the punches arrived. Plus fighting in a crouch 1 in 3 punches were very low in the belly or right on the pubic mound. Debbie began to give ground as the low ones were mounting up. Suddenly Bernie backed off and began to retreat Debbie followed trying to punch with her. The next thing she knew Bernie had her arms up in the air grasped by her wrists and she took two hard shots low in her belly that drove out her air. She didn't notice the tag and had been double teamed.
Pouring off sweat and gasping for breath, Debbie back pedaled to get away from Bob. He stalked her like a big panther. Those long arms gave him an advantage. When Debbie thought she was out of reach Bob would throw a low looping uper cut that landed in her lower belly. The thud sound of it landing and her gasp seemed to echo in the room. If she tried to step forward and throw a punch of her own, he’d rip a left and right into her tender lower belly. Try as hard as she could Debbie could not solve the puzzle of Bob. On shaky legs she tried hard but missed more than she hit. Mean while those fists tore her soft belly up. Finally unable to take any more she went to her knees. the referee gave her a long count but she just couldn’t make it to her feet. Some of the others helped her up and sat her on a chair and rubbed ice on her sore red belly. Bernie came over and unhooked her bikini top and took it as a trophy.
Thinking it was over, Debbie was horrified when the referee came over and asked if she was ready for the second fall. At first she was not going to do it but the cat calls and chicken noises got her temper going and she stood up. There was a hurried conversation among the killer Bees before Bob came out to meet her. She really wanted no more of Bob and those long arms. As Bob closed in Debbie darted to one side and winged a punch at Bob’s middle in passing. The move startled Bob and he turned in pursuit after her. She would fake one way and go the other winging punches at Bob’s belly. When it looked like Bob had her trapped she did a spinning back kick and put her heel below Bob’s navel. She heard Bob’s sudden exhale and he stopped dead. Debbie stopped out of reach and stood with her upper body weaving back and forth. When Bob started forward again, Debbie jumped in seizing his arms and bringing a hard knee up into his belly. Hanging on to his arms for dear life she lifted knees up into Bob’s belly until he dropped to his knees to get away from her. As the referee counted Debbie sucked in air getting her breath back. Bob got to his feet and disgusted tagged in his partner.
As Bernie bored in on her ready to start punishing Debbie’s belly, she was thrown off by Debbie stepping to the side and pushing her. As she was off balance Debbie was able to rip a couple shots low into Bernie’s belly. Each time Bernie recovered and moved in she was pushed or shoved off balance and those low ripping shots would thud home. It looked like it was Bernie that could’t solve the puzzle of Debbie. At one point Debbie shoved her against a wall and put her shoulder against her chest to pin her there. As Debbie was out of the horizontal Bernie couldn’t get at her vunerable belly. Mean while Debbie was pounding her belly hard. Trapped Bernie took a lot of punishment as the sweat flew from Debbie’s body as she pistoned her arms punching the tender target trapped against the wall. Finally Bob had enough of watching his partner being punished and stepped in and grabbed Debbie’s hair. Unfortunately for him Debbie’s relex elbow caught him on the bridge of the nose. The loud crack of the nose breaking echoed in the room and Bob staggered back, blood gushing from his nose. Debbie’s blood was up and she lofted a kick up between Bob’s legs. His squeal of pain and sudden drop to his knees before falling over on his side in a fetal position brought a smile to Debbie’s face. Turning back to Bernie who was slumped on her knees holding her ruby red belly she ripped her top off. Rolling Bernie over on her back she put her foot on her chest and held the torn top aloft as a victory sign. On her way to get dressed she paused to spit on Bob who was writhing feebly on the floor.
