Karen goes in for the kill

“Booooring!” Karen complained, arrogantly sauntering through the circle of moms to where Billy was giving the demonstration at its center. “Why don’t you show us a fight already?”

Billy twitched. This bitch was getting on his nerves. First she interrupts wanting to try knock him out, to see how easy it is to punch someone to sleep, and now this? The bitch had nearly pulled it off last time too…

“Are you volunteering?” he asked snippily, hoping to scare her off. He was taken aback when he saw her grinning, and already raising up her gloves.

“Sure thing!” she chortled. “If you’re so good, you can teach everyone else while I fight you. Just tell them what you’re doing as you’re doing it. Sound fair?”

Billy was shocked. Was she serious? Who did she think she was? What did she hope to get out of this? He was an undefeated, champion boxer. Was she trying to get him to hurt her, so she could cause a problem for the school?

Billy looked her up and down. She looked serious. And strangely confident. And… He couldn’t resist letting his eyes linger on certain parts of her body. That pissed Karen off when she noticed, but she didn’t say anything. This brat would get what was coming to him.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Billy said with a nervous laugh. The other moms were all looking at him. “You’re not exactly some kind of boxing Queen. You might get hurt.”

Karen scoffed. “So I’m enough of a threat that you’d be trying to hurt me? What, are you afraid you’ll get knocked out if you go easy on me?”

“That’s-“

“I get it,” Karen cut him off. “I’d be scared to get punched to sleep too, if I was trying to act all tough like you are. Getting knocked out by a rookie would really spoil the act you’re trying to put on, wouldn’t it?”

Billy twitched again. That was it. Maybe there was some other way to defuse this obnoxious woman, but there was something about a milf bragging that she could knock him out that lit a fire under Billy. He couldn’t let it slide.

“Fine.” Billy said through a **** smile. “I’ll go slow, so I can explain everything I’m doing as I whip your huge as-“

Karen was already throwing a punch, an eager expression on her face. She’d been waiting for the green light to knock this boy out with her new gloves, and jumped at the first chance to do so as soon as he agreed to the fight. Billy had no time to react as the woman with the “huge ass”‘s glove collided with his open jaw.

“DUHH!”

Spittle flew as her female fist connected, rocking the champ’s head to one side and instantly making his legs give out. Billy fell to one knee, trying to recover, with only a weak groan in response.

“Unnhh…”

A collective gasp arose from the gathered moms. He’d been dropped… In one punch! It seemed Karen had really rattled him. Had the fight started already?

Fuck, that was a heavy hit. He hadn’t seen it coming at all, and his mind was reeling. What the fuck was that? How the hell had she-? There were people watching, this couldn’t be happening…

Karen looked down at him, smirking. She had essentially bullied him into fighting her, and now he’d been dropped with one punch. These weighted gloves were no joke. She’d felt the **** and feedback in her arm, even with her poor punching/boxing form, and she was surprised he hadn’t been defeated from the one shot’s sheer power.

Karen had hoped to knock him to sleep with that one punch, but as Billy knelt before her, she knew that she could work with this. Oh yes, she most definitely could.

Billy let out another soft moan as he knelt there, recovering slowly.

Karen raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” she asked.

Billy’s eyes ran up her body, past those huge, thick thighs, past her powerful ass and arrogant hips, past her lowered gloves, up to her condescending face.

“All that training, and for what? This is pathetic. My daughter would beat your ass.” she mocked, enjoying the fact that he was still awake to the fullest by making him listen to every word.

“What’s happening!?”

“It was only… One punch!”

The circle of moms were shocked. What ****! And was this athletic young boy really about to lose… To a milf? Holy shit, if she actually knocked the club champion out…

“Somebody count him out!” Karen called gruffly over her shoulder. After some brief hesitation and murmurs, a very late count began.

“One… Two… Three… Four…”

“What if he doesn’t get up?”

Billy shook his head, and pushed up to his feet after four. He hadn’t been expecting her to throw something so soon, and it had definitely made him groggy. For a moment he stumbled, and it looked like he would fall again, but he caught himself. He held out his gloves as he tried to talk Karen down, and buy himself some more time.

“H-Hold on. Let’s at least get inside the boxing ring for this so everyone can see-“

WHAM! Karen didn’t care.

“Gaaaahhh…”

Eyes rolling up, Billy’s legs went limp again, dropping the champion down to one knee once again.

Karen scoffed. “God, you’re weak. I think even my niece could beat you ****. This club hasn’t got a drop of skill in it, even in the supposed ‘champion’.” she mocked.

“Oh my! She’s… Winning!”

“He’s not even fighting back!”

Billy could tell that wasn’t a natural punch. She had terrible technique, but more than that, she’d barely put any effort into it. It was casual. And it still floored him. It still made him kneel before the bitch. How had she done it? Did she… Load the glove?

“Sleepy boy.” Karen tutted, peering down at him. So even a casual jab to the chin was too much for the boy to take.

“Is he done? What just happened??”

“She’s… She's humiliating him!”

Billy was reeling now. He wobbled, even down on one knee, and his brain was misfiring like crazy. This was bad. He’d taken too much damage recently. Whatever Karen had done to her punches, it was only adding to the cracks in Billy’s armor.

“Get up Billy!” a mom from the audience shouted, watching their athletic instructor teeter helplessly.

“Uuuhhhhhnnn…”

“God, he’s fucking drooling. I’m definitely bringing this up at the next PTA meeting.” Karen leered.

“I… I…” Billy began.

Not learning his lesson, Billy got back up to his feet shakily again. This time he took a proper boxing stance, operating mostly on trained habits over conscious thought, and threw a quick rangefinding jab into Karen’s boob. This made her glare at him angrily. He wanted to touch her tit? She’d show this pig some manners.

The scowling Karen wound up for a giant haymaker and launched it. The punch landed right on Billy’s defensively raised gloves - but still managed to deposit him down onto his knees with its sheer ****, as it drove his own glove into his face. He was put down on both knees, this time. He’d blocked it, and she’d still brought him to his knees.

F-Fuck… He was losing, badly. He didn’t have much left…

“One! Two! Three!” the moms began counting, with more hushed excitement and general interest behind each number now, as Billy knelt there groaning and wobbling. Was he actually about to lose to one of them? A rookie? Three punches deep, and he looked like he was done for…

Karen smirked, taking one glove off to snap a picture of him on her phone. What a sorry sight the so-called champ was now.

“How can the school advertise its boxing club to parents if THIS is their champion after a punch or two?” she gloated.

“Four! Five! Six! Seven!”

“Guhhhh… You… You bitch…” Billy managed to get out, still dazed.

Karen’s eyes flared up. What did he just say?

“Bitch? BITCH!? You’re calling ME a bitch, just because you’re about to get knocked out for the first time!?! You sleepy prick… EAT THIS!”

“Eight! Nine…!”

CRACK!

A powerful, rage-fuelled blow struck Billy across the face and knocked him out cold. An illegal strike, while he was down on his knees like that. Not that Karen cared, or that anyone still awake even knew any of the rules of boxing.

He was instantly limp, and hit the ground forcefully flat on his back, laid out with quickness. His gloved hands, barely used, lay spread out from his sides. The fingers twitched, and then were still. He was done. He hadn’t even put up a fight. That last punch had turned his brain to soup.

“TEN!” Karen finished the moms’ group count, the rest too shocked to do so. “You’re OUT! God. Fucking naptime.”

“Oh my goodness…”

No one could believe it. He wasn’t getting up. He wasn’t even moving. He was just laying there, completely motionless. Here was a rugged young man, a boxing champion… Getting KO’d by an angry milf.

Hadn’t he said something about never being knocked out before? Had the gathered moms really just witnessed his first? Had Karen really just… RUINED his record with a knockout?

Even Karen could hardly believe it. She had hoped he’d end up like this, but to actually see it… To actually put him there…

“I think local news stations would LOVE to hear about this.” Karen said, gleefully, as she began circling his defeated, useless body, taking pictures all around the toppled champion. The other moms whispered to each other, or stared in stunned silence.

The champion. A pathetic heap on the floor. Sound asleep.

“He’s seriously… Sleeping…” a mom barely whispered as she stared deep into his glassy eyes, above his open, expressionless mouth.

A moment ago, he’d commanded the room. He’d seemed so strong. So… untouchable. Just to get knocked out. Just to… lose. His chin had tried taking on Karen, and been utterly humbled. Utterly defeated. Pounded into sand. And now, he slept.

“Maybe you WERE the baddest boxer in this club… But now you’re just the weakest dumbass on the floor.” Karen sneered. “Not so tough now, are you? Show’s over. Your loser, by knockout, Billy!”

“You really messed him up, Karen…” one of the moms said, poking at his arm with a toe. It moved slightly with the gentle nudge, but that was it.

Everybody could see the thin line of drool coming from his defeated, hanging-open jaw. So much for the boxing seminar. So much for his undefeated record, even. It had all been taken away. The snooty, stacked, bitch had taken it all away.

The other moms began to leave over the next few minutes. It wasn’t like he’d be up and teaching them again any time soon. And, apparently, he didn’t even have all that much to teach. His ass got put to sleep. By a known uppity princess, at that. Eventually, only Karen remained in the gym, still taking pictures of the limp mess she’d turned him into.

“Wowww, look at you.”

She let out a throaty chuckle.

“How deep asleep ARE you…?” she pondered, stashing her phone again and crouching beside his dopey face.

She wanted to look at her handiwork more closely. If the school was going to try and **** her daughter to take up a sport, it seemed only fair.

Part of her still couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. Actually… knocked him out. But there he was. Out. Somehow she’d pulled his off. The strong, confident boxer, was no match for her. No match at all…

Karen took off her remaining glove, and stroked her bare fingers against Billy’s sleeping chest. She deserved this. She deserved it all.