The Fighting Family Saga part 8 (the last one)

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"The Fighting Family Saga", part 8 (the last one) - Author: David

I really hate writing about this one but to be fair I guess I must. On my way home from school one afternoon a car pulled up beside me and stopped. A guy got out. He was 19 maybe older I don't really know.
"I hear your mother likes to fight." It wasn't a question just a statement.
"She doesn't like to fight, but she will." I said defenselessly.
"Well, my mom enjoys a good fight. What about we match them up?"
"I don't know you."
"You don't have to know me for our mothers to fight. My mom against your mom. What do you say?"
"No!"
He laughed and said, "You're probably right. My Mom could knock your Mom's head off."
That conversation began two weeks of hell for me. Every day after school the guy will pull up beside of me and say things, "How's your chicken mother?" or "Your mom still hiding?" or "My mom can beat your mom."
I finally couldn't take it anymore, the last time he pulled up beside me he said, "I'll bet ya fifty dollars my Mom can outfight your chicken shit mother."
"You're on. Tomorrow night our backyard."
He was yelling when he got back into his car and drove off.
Unfortunately that didn't stop my hell. Mom blew up at me when I told her.
"How dare you bet like that!"she screamed.
"Couldn't you have talked to us?" Dad asked.
"He was calling us names. Chickens and cowards." I answered in my own defense.
"Name calling is not a reason to fight." Mom replied.
The phone rang and Lea answered it and then told Mom it was for her.
While Dad read the riot act to me, Mom went to phone. Within a minute we could hear Mom yelling on the phone. Suddenly she slammed it down.
Mom came in and hugged me, "I'm sorry honey." To dad she said, "Nick's right, dear, that was the other mother and they are the most obnoxious people I have ever heard."
"It still isn't right."
"The fight is on. She's bringing her son, daughter and husband. I'm glad Becca is gone to her friend's for the weekend."
The next afternoon, we waited for them to show. A little after one the car pulled up. First out was the kid Steve who was 18, next must had been his sister, Karen 22. Then his mother got out. She was a couple of inches shorter than Mom but maybe 20 pounds heavier, but she was in her early fifties. Mom was more than ten years younger. Then her husband got out he was also in his early fifties. Her name was Iva and his was Gil.
Dad went and greeted them and they all went out back were Lea, Mom and I waited.
Iva went right to Mom and said, "We didn't agree to any rules, honey."
"My name is Joanne and I always let my opponents decide the rules."
"OK, Joanne. No hair pulling or scratching or clothes ripping just a good old fashion, bare knuckle fistfight."
Mom was a little stun by that. She had used her fists but not only her fists. However she knew she couldn't back down now.
Steve walked up to me and reached into his pocket to show the Fifty dollars. I showed my fifty.
"Do you fight in those clothes or do you want to change into something else?" mom asked looking at Iva in her pull over shirt and slacks.
"Oh, no sweetheart remember I said no clothes tearing? That's because I always fight naked." Iva replied.
Iva started pulling off her clothes in front of us all. Mom stood there shocked.
Dad said, "Maybe we should put this off, until the women could decide what to wear."
Karen piped in to her father, "See Dad, Steve was right, they are chicken shit pansies."
Mom started taking her clothes off, "You want naked, you got it, Honey."
Iva and my mom were soon both naked and with fists raised they began circling each other. The two fighters closed and Iva started it by throwing a quick combination to Mom's body. As Iva stepped away Mom threw a fight hand, which Iva easily duck. Then my Mom started headhunting, throwing wild rights and lefts that Iva blocked or ducked.
Dad yelled, "Quit headhunting, Joanne! Fight smart."
I didn't know what he meant but Mom must have. She back away from Iva a few steps and glanced at Dad. She then again a brought her fists up and began dancing around Iva who did the same. Both women began throwing jabs at each other. Only occasionally would a jab find it's mark. Iva then started body punching my mother so Mom started body punching also. At one point each woman had her chin on her adversary's shoulder throwing hard punches to the other's unprotected stomach. When both women back off, Iva had brought her fists down to her stomach and Mom used the chance to punch at Iva's large naked tits. Mom's right hand seemed to be swallowed by Iva's tit, Mom threw the punch so hard. Iva felled to her ass.
"Come on, get up and fight!" Mom challenged the fallen woman.
Iva got up and motion Mom to come ahead. Mom did and was felled by a right fist to her cheek. Mom fell stunned. She shook her head as Gil laughed loudly. Mom got to her feet and stated swinging wildly at Iva who again easily dodged my mother fists.
"Calm down, Mom!" Lea yelled.
Again both women started pounding each other. The six of watching would cheer when our woman's adversary would fall from a good blow. By now Mom and Iva were both bleeding from noses and mouths. Their breasts and stomach were red from the pounding their were taking, there would be many bruises later. I could tell that Mom's left eye was swelling and would be black. Both women suddenly just stood in front of each other and began pounding each other's breasts. I could see that the fight was beginning to take it toll on Mom. Her face would grimace in pain with each blow the Iva would land. Mom's hand started to fall lower and that was all Iva needed. She caught Mom flush on her cheek and Mom was stunned. Iva followed it up with blow upon blow to Mom's face. Mom started backpedaling but Iva was relentless. Lefts and rights rained on my Mother's face. By now Iva had Mom back up against the fence surrounding our pool and just punch Mom's lights out. Iva would not let fall even though the fight was over.
"You bitch!" Lea screamed and started for Iva but she was tackled by Karen and they began rolling. Dad was already up and squared off with Gil and Steve was in front of me before I could to my feet. I got two blows in before all I saw was black.
I was the first to wake up in my backyard. Mom was half sitting up against the fence still out. Lea was waking up and Dad was moaning. We had been stripped naked. The three of us were not to bad off. I had a bloody nose and Lea was bleeding from her lip but some of her hair was on the ground beside her. Dad had been knocked unconscious. We took Mom into the house where Dad called the Doctor. They had been in our house and trashed it and outside in one of the chairs we found Dad's and mine wallets both empty of cash.
The Doctor came and checked Mom out, he told us to ice her nose, but it didn't think it was broken and also to ice her bruises. Dad sent Lea to get some bags of ice. He paid the Doctor with some cash that was hidden in the house he also gave some to lea for the ice.
While his credit cards were still in his wallet he called and cancel them just in case the numbers had been written down.
While we had lost and lost badly that did not stop my fighting family. A year later we started fighting again but this is the end for now.

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David, your fights are the best! I truly hope you will find the time and motivation to do some more with the same family fighting. By now there should be granddaughters old enough to slug it out....