Carly gets her rematch

Eventually, it came time for the sparring matches. Carly and Billy stood across the ring from each other, just as they did yesterday, though there was a strange energy between them this time around.

Carly wore an arrogant smirk, as she stared across the ring. On the other side, Billy’s hands trembled, his heart beating fast and loud, understanding how important this moment was. And as shameful as it was to admit, there was no doubt that Carly’s focused, deadly eyes were intimidating him even beyond that.

Her attitude, her taunts, her win the previous day, even the casually exposed expanses of bare skin… It had all lionized her in Billy’s mind. Suddenly, she wasn’t just some girl. Billy found himself wondering if she had a reason to be so confident. Billy found himself actually feeling fear, underneath Carly’s confident gaze.

Carly noticed it, and felt a rush run through her. The big, strong, undefeatable boxing champ was actually worried about losing, to a girl! Am impish grin spread over Carly’s face. She knew it. Billy was such a cream puff.

As the two approached the center of the ring to touch gloves, Billy couldn’t help but feel his eyes drawn to Carly’s body once more. A shudder ran down his back. She might not have been the goddess that Heather was, nor did she have the bitchy queenly proportions of Karen, but something about how unremarkable she was made things feel worse. She was cute, confident, but not outlandishly so. She looked the kind of girl you could run into anywhere. Just as Billy had thought, unremarkable.

Of course, she looked a decent bit stronger than most girls. Everything about Carly was built thick, and in the sports bra and loose short shorts she wore, there was a lot of exposed skin. Her neckline was bare, as were her bulky thighs, her rounded shoulders and slim-but-honed arms… Her midriff, with just that slightest hint of abs… Each exposed part of her was adorned with a few small beads of sweat from the day’s workout. From her chest to her shoulders to her legs. And packed into those short shorts was the dense, round, solid ass of a well-trained girl. The booty of an athlete who’d been packing cake even before her glutes got extra-filled with muscle.

The two touched gloves, one of them smug and the other nervous. Billy shuddered as he felt the light tremor pass up his arm from that dull impact. Would that hand be the one to knock him out? Would that glove find his chin in a few short minutes?

Before returning to their corners, Carly leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Billy.

“I’m going to draiiiinnnn~ your aura…~” she whispered directly into Billy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “And this time, you’re going to sleep… ‘Champ’.”

Once again, Billy felt himself shudder as Carly withdrew that smug face. Those private taunts that she was happy to give him, but never broadcast out loud, were doing things to him. She seemed so sure of her victory. It was just awful that Billy couldn’t feel the same way about himself.

Has he really been so weakened, that Carly wasn’t even concerned about him anymore? It was as if she didn’t even see him as a threat. Had yesterday’s fight gone that poorly? Or had her ego just been propped up by all the praise she’d received leading up to this rematch?

A small crowd was gathered around the rings, vaguely chatting to each other. Choosing to take their break from training now, to watch some of the matches, drinking from water bottles and catching their breath. The sparring match in this ring, of course, drew the majority of the audience. Billy’s spars always had the most onlookers, but on this day, it seemed that a decent amount of them were more there to watch Carly.

The bell rang, to signal that the sparring matches begin. Eager to make it look easy, Carly rushed Billy with all her speed straight away. As he lifted his arms in defense, Carly was unbothered, and began rapidly striking his guard.

Billy had yet to offer any offense. Indeed, Carly actually saw him backing up, shrinking away from her rushed ****.

The young woman redoubled her efforts, utterly gleeful as memories of yesterday’s fight flashed in her mind. She was already wearing him down! It had taken much longer than this last time. Was it possible that the mighty, big strong man before her was still wearing some damage from her punches the previous day?

Billy kept on defense, not wanting to rush or overcomplicate things. Carly’s excitement was obvious, though. And somewhat humiliating. Billy saw a clear flash of delight in Carly’s eyes, and deep in her chest, her throbbing heart skipped a beat - almost giddy to see that her punches were still having an effect on him.

In truth, despite her bravado and her conviction, some part of Carly had been worried that yesterday was some kind of fluke. It had been such a surprise, after all. Driving Billy to the ropes and hammering his face with devastating hook after hook, as his arms hung uselessly by his sides. Almost bringing this prodigal champion all the way to his first knockout. Was he just having an off day? Had he been distracted, or tired? Perhaps it wasn’t repeatable. But now that Carly had him on the retreat yet again… She could really do this! She might actually put Billy to sleep!

On the other side, Billy was biding his time. Staying on the defense, and watching Carly’s every move closely. Every step of those thick, bare legs. Every rotation of that torso, every swing of her punches. His sharp eyes analyzing Carly until he saw an opening.

Carly was a decent boxer, but that was it. Just decent. There were several flaws hidden behind her blitzing ****, a style meant to take an opponent off guard. Finish them off before they knew what was happening. It was a style that lacked calm. It lacked confidence. Just excitement and a rush of strikes.

Yes, Billy found his opening. Carly’s denfensive technique was lacking, and Billy made good use of that.

As Carly’s excited heart leapt, she threw another hook onto Billy’s guard - that never landed. Shifting to the side, Billy surprised her with a strong counter punch that broke her combo and made her stagger back, stunned.

Oh shit, that had done some damage. Carly was barely able to register the sudden turning of the tides, as Billy rushed towards her. She threw a panicked, **** punch out towards him, hoping to catch him on the approach and nullify the threat before he could overwhelm her. But Billy was elusive, ducking under her heavy swing and digging a glove into that thick torso, right where you could just see the faintest hint of abs, forcing the wind out of her. As Carly bent over, gasping, he followed it up with a leg-shaking uppercut to the chin, leaving Carly even more dazed and distressed as she stumbled back.

Billy was on his A-game. He was still wearing some damage from recent events, but determined not to lose, and clearly recovered enough to use all the skills he had spent so long honing. So long as Carly couldn’t touch that chin, he was safe.

As Billy rushed her with a blitzing **** of his own, Carly fought back, but it felt like everything she tried was being countered. She would spot an opening and step forward to strike him, only for Billy to shift perfectly out of the way and get an angle for a counter punch that left her winded and retreating. Fuck, it was another trap!

Billy’s style of blitz was much more perfected than Carly’s. Analytical. Sharp. He was in the zone, virtually impossible to hit, and overwhelmingly fast as he laid fast combos into Carly’s sweaty, battered body. Each punch, draining more of her energy, more of her will to fight.

Carly still felt the urge inside her. The urge to prove that women could box just as well as men could. But nothing she tried was working anymore. Every time she threw a punch, only to see it dodged and countered, she felt like a novice. Like she had no control, no chance. Memories of that first fight with Billy, so long before, came rushing back to her… How helpless she felt. How scared.

How awful it was, to admit that she could never beat a man.

In all the praise and hype, Carly had gotten away from herself. She had been thinking about this win as if it had already happened. She had talked all that shit. Now, being faced with the reality that Billy was the superior athlete - that there was a gap between then that she may never cross - Carly was ****.

Everything was falling apart. Billy made her cry out with another deep punch to the abdomen, and she could feel tears forming at the corners of her eyes. No, no, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry… Her joy had been ripped away from her, giving way to despair…

She would do anything to make this stop. ANYTHING. But what could she possibly do against this…?