A strong start

The gathering of moms watched in nervous anticipation as the fight began. A champion athlete young man, versus a stuck up bitchy milf with no training.

Karen was understandably cautious to start - she’d talked herself into a situation she wasn’t prepared for, and now she wasn’t sure exactly what she should do. Billy took full advantage of the moment, rushing in and popping her head back with a quick jab that took her totally by surprise.

The usually-dominant Karen grunted in shock, and froze up, shifting back a couple of steps. She’d never been hit before, and as verbally snappy as she may have been, she didn’t have a fighter’s instinct when it came to an actual combat sport.

Seeing her frozen like a deer in the headlights, Billy pushed forwards, jabbing her two more times and pushing her back to the corner of the ring. Karen showed no resistance besides retreating, her brain working quickly to figure out what she should actually do.

“Fucker!” she spat, angrily.

When Karen’s back touched the padded ring post, something activated in her. Like her brain realized there was nowhere left for her to go, and finally made the decision to fight.

“You brat!” Karen spat as she threw a wild punch, and Billy leapt back to avoid it. The untrained, nooby punch was wide and heavy, taking Karen off balance as she threw it and almost taking her off her feet entirely.

From a few feet away, Billy watched her glaring face as she righted herself, pushing off the ropes with her boxing gloves. Normally, Billy would have just leaned out of the way of a punch like that and kept up the pressure - not jumped several feet. But in his own way, he was fighting scared too.

He had Karen outskilled and outmuscled by far, but he was too in his own head about the possibility of getting knocked out again. If he dropped, if he just went down like that, it would all be over. Especially with the crowd of moms so closely watching every moment of this fight. And after getting knocked the fuck to sleep barely more than two minutes ago, Billy was certain his toughness would be compromised. There was every chance that one good punch might end him. Drop his active, toe-bouncing body to the mat in humiliating fashion.

So, incredibly, he just stayed back for a moment and studied Karen as she got herself ready in the corner again. Glaring hatefully at him, plotting his downfall. All while Billy’s own thoughts had him worrying that he might not actually be able to take a punch from this bitch.

Karen wiped some of her hair out of her eyes, face getting a little sweaty from all of this physical exertion. She was mad. Seeing that enraged glare made Billy’s heart skip a beat or two. It was clear Karen wanted him out cold at any cost. And so, as Karen stepped forward and raised her gloves again, Billy couldn’t help but concern himself with making sure she didn’t land anything on him.

Karen rushed towards him, swinging her boxing gloves in big, untrained, nooby punches that made her hot body shift to each side with every swing.

Billy still wasn’t quite all there after Karen’s surprising one-punch knockout, but his muscle memory and reflexes were more than enough to control this fight. It was easy for Billy to avoid all of her enraged, wild attacks - Karen clearly had no idea what she was doing.

Once she was out of breath, and out of position, Billy stepped in and hit her with a few more jabs that backed her up and only made her even madder. Some of the moms chuckled at the sight - it felt good seeing Karen get put in her place a little bit. Hearing those chuckles from her peers maxe Karen’s blood boil. But there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Karen could tell she was outclassed. She might have knocked Billy out in a single punch earlier, but now, he wasn’t even letting her come close to landing one. She was swinging at air. But she wouldn’t let herself be embarrassed. She wanted this fucking brat out cold at her feet. And so, with rage in her eyes, Karen stepped forward again…