ne of these guys, and that they' d let it be a fair fight, so he could protect his brother.
"Whie of you guys is it going to be?" Scott asked. "My turn," said Ben, with a leering grin on his face. "Ready to get it on? Tell you what, seeing as how I have the weight advantage, you even go first."
Ben walked to the ter of the trailer and braced himself. ", kid, give me your best shot." The heavily muscled roadie had several inches and a good fifty pounds on Scott. Scott summoned up every bit of tration, drew back his arm, and threw all he had into a swinging roundhouse right aimed squarely into Ben' s solar plexus. His fist exploded with pain as he made tact with the giant' s rock-hard abs. It was like pung a brick wall. Ben didn' t even flinch.
"My turn," Ben said, smiling. "You take him, Scott!" cheered Tommy from the side, where Ted was holding him to keep him from interfering. Scott braced himself and tightened his abs as hard as he could. Ben waited until he saw Scott was ready and then fired a punishing hook into his gut, just above the belly button.
"Ooof!!" Scott said, abs the blow and staggering back a step. Ben hadn' t doubled him over but the blow left a stinging red welt on Scott' s tummy. Scott doubled over and tried to look more hurt than he was, thinking he could catch Ben offguard. But Ben was wise to him and Scott' s suckerpunch found Ben' s gut steeled and ready.
The boys traded several more blows; with eae, Scott could feel his abs weakening, losing their terength. Ben' s fourth punch doubled Scott over, knog all the wind out of him. Scott could barely straighten up to return fire, and his punch had no power behind it at all. Ben knew he had the game won, and cupped his massive hand under Scott' s . He lifted slightly, putting Scott on his tiptoes, and walked the boy over to the side of trailer. Scott didn' t have the strength to resist and prepared himself for the iable. With Scott' s back braced against the wall