Billy tries to talk Carly down

Billy decided that the best way out of this would be to talk to Carly.

Obviously talking to Anna wouldn’t be of any help. His younger sister seemed to relish every defeat that crossed Billy’s path. And Matt definitely wouldn’t understand, especially not after all that shit Billy talked on the drive over. But maybe he could convince Carly not to fight him today. Just… Not today. Her texts had made it obvious she was having fun, but maybe he could make her see reason.

“I’ll… I’ll be back,” Billy said, staring off in the direction Carly had gone to change, before nervously heading to the locker rooms behind her.

Matt and Anna watched him go, amused, and completely reading his intentions. They were sure that whatever was about to unfold in there was going to be good.

Billy knocked on the locker room door. He knew that Carly was getting changed, but he thought it would be best to catch her now, before she started warming up and got her blood pumping for a fight.

“Carly…?” he said through the door.

“Yeah, come in,” her voice came back smug and casual.

Billy stepped inside, closing the door behind him. When he turned back around, he froze.

Carly was still in the middle of getting changed, and was currently pantsless, with those blue jean shorts down around her ankles and her thick bare ass proudly on display. It had a wonderful, even tan, and it bore a roundness and heft that words couldn’t quantify.

Billy quickly averted his gaze, but not before getting an eyeful of that mighty, heavy ass. There was so much cake on Carly that it had just about filled his vision, even from ten feet away. Packed with so much power and size that it was impossible to see anything else.

Carly was facing away from him, looking back over her shoulder, which only made the image of her ass even more devastating. She had already changed out of her top, now wearing an orange sports bra. She made no effort whatsoever to hide or obscure the swell of her firm, huge round ass, and even as Billy tried to look down and get away from it, he found himself stunned by the powerful bare thighs that led up to it. Carly stood like a woman totally at peace with her body, smug and confident, and absolutely delighted by Billy’s awkward reaction.

God. Just the sight of her was making him weak. Billy, popular and handsome, widely regarded as a stud, had been stopped in his tracks by Carly’s ass. This was rich.

“…Can I help you…?” Carly prompted, raising her eyebrows, extremely amused and unwilling to let Billy off the hook.

Billy was staring at the wall now. His eyes flicked over. Carly still stood tall, looking over her shoulder at him unabashedly, shorts around her ankles. He cleared his throat, eyes flicking away again.

“J-Just… Maybe we shouldn’t take this so seriously,” Billy tried. “One of us could get hurt…”

His words and attention were getting swallowed up by Carly’s ass, even as he tried to look away. The bottom-heavy girl’s bare lower half was making it so words came as a struggle, as he tried to talk her down.

It wouldn’t have mattered if his attention was undivided anyway. If his mind wasn’t being assaulted by the image of those thick cheeks. Because Carly’s mind was firmly set.

Billy had no idea how much she wanted this. How long she had been dreaming of this. How excited she had been when she’d uncovered that finally, FINALLY, she had the perfect opportunity to take this.

Billy had no idea how even in Carly’s wildest dreams, she hadn’t dared to imagine that SHE would be the one who got to do this to him. This wonderful part that was about to come next. Redemption, glory, victory. Knocking out a boy. Knocking out the unknockoutable.

All Billy knew was that Carly was enjoying all of this. He thought it was more of a sudden discovery, not a long-term want. A long-term need. No, there was no way in hell anybody was going to talk her down. The idea was laughable.

Billy had no idea just how much trouble he was in. How prepared all of them were for him. Not just Carly, but those two outside as well. There was no way out of this. The idea that he would even try, that he would come to speak to Carly one-on-one and bargain for a truce, was truly, truly hilarious.

Carly barely managed to suppress her laugh, and stared the champ down with a seriousness in her eyes.

“I’m a grown ass woman, Billy,” Carly said, a challenge in her tone. The corner of her mouth curled into a smile as she moved one hand down her body, drawing Billy’s attention, before running it over the massive swell of her indeed VERY grown ass. “I can handle some friendly competition.”

She kept her voice level, but the intensity of her eyes betrayed her true feelings. Carly gave her ass a slow squeeze, fingers sinking into the meat, and Billy gulped.

Carly stepped out of her jean shorts. She was completely unashamed as bent over, thrusting her ass out towards Billy, and pulled a tight pair of orange booty shorts up her thick legs. The sight of Carly’s ass, pushed out towards him, took Billy’s breath away. Carly took some pride in that.

She straightened up slowly, with a purr. Even dressed as she now was, those orange shorts left a lot of thigh bare and exposed. Carly caught every one of Billy’s stares, and smirked.

He couldn’t even look her in the eyes. Her hand went down again, cupping and squeezing her own thick ass cheek through the orange fabric as she stared him dead in the eyes.

“Do you know what this is, Billy?”

Billy squirmed. “Um… Y-Your ass…”

Carly rolled her eyes, and slid her hand off her bulky butt. “Not that, stupid,” she said. “Do you know what THIS is? This fight?”

Billy thought for a second, then shook his head. “I know you think this is revenge or something Carly, but-“

“No,” she cut him off coolly. “This is your execution. Public, like any overthrown monarch’s execution should be. That’s what the cameras are for.”

The cameras? What was she talking about? Billy’s face burned red, caught off balance by the plainness of her words.

“Jesus, Carly-“

“You don’t have it anymore,” Carly wasn’t finished, and cut him off quickly. The feminist’s words were just as firm as her booty. She finally turned towards him, and took a single step forward. “That spark that made you special. You don’t have it anymore. You’re in denial, but you’ve LOST it. I can see it so clearly.”

“C-Carly, I’m-“

Billy’s words fizzled out as Carly took another step towards him, and reached forward slowly. Her hand gently grazed over Billy’s chin, an amused smile on her face, totally unapologetic. Immediately, Billy’s jaw dropped, and a low, stupid moan escaped his open mouth.

The confirmation made Carly chuckle. She brought her hand back, placing it proudly on a hip. There was nothing but disrespect in her eyes as she smiled up at Billy.

Anna had been right. He really did have a sweet spot, right along the ridge of that infamous chin. Carly silently thanked the mighty bruiser’s younger sister for giving her exactly the info she needed.

This was going to be so satisfying. Exploiting that weak spot was going to be incredible.

“Your chin isn’t going to pass the chump test,” Carly purred. “Don’t worry Billy… When you’re unconscious on the mat, for the first time in your LIFE, you can finally stop pretending. Everyone will know I’m BETTER than you.”

Billy was stunned. His mind was reeling. He hadn’t been prepared for any of this. Carly’s bare ass, her unashamed display, her complete openness with those challenging words, that unapologetic touch… He didn’t think she would just come at him like this.

Billy’s lack of response didn’t bother Carly. She was on a roll.

“I’m going to retire you like that,” she snapped her fingers. “Just. Like. That.”

To emphasize her point, Carly snapped her fingers several more times in rapid succession, her hand hovering dangerously closer to Billy’s legendary chin. The threat snapped him out of his stupor, and he finally managed a response.

“R-Retire me?” Billy forced a laugh, gently nudging Carly’s hand away. “Fuck, Carly, why do you think you’re gonna…”

“Because, after I win, that won’t be the end of it,” Carly cut him off again, already prepared with her answer. “I’ll keep on coming back. Keep on training here. And every time you show your face at this club, I’m going to knock your weak ass out. Every. Single. Time.”

Carly grinned, pausing a moment and allowing the weight of her words to sink in. From the look in Billy’s eyes, they did. She grinned wider, and pressed on.

“You’ll never STOP hitting the mats until you QUIT. Like I almost did,” she told him, excitement growing inside her. “I’m going to drive you out of here, no matter how many fucking knockouts it takes for you to finally learn that you’ve lost your touch.”

Billy’s blood ran cold. For the second time, Carly took his breath away. How… How could she SAY something like that to him…? How could she be SO sure that he wouldn’t win? That she would be able to… I mean, NOBODY could ever… That was…

He could tell that Carly really meant it, too. His heart was in his throat, as the shorter, caked-up feminist stared him right in the eyes, looking smug. He had no response for her. He was still trying to find the words when Carly strutted past him and back out into the gym, evidently finished talking to him.

Billy stood stupefied, alone in the locker rooms for a moment. Processing what had just happened.

What. The fuck. Was that?

A few seconds later he walked out. He paused in the open doorway and looked out at the gym. HIS gym. Carly was already warming up on the heavy bag, throwing a series of quick, decent-looking punches. Anna was by her side, watching in amazement as her girlfriend worked the bag.

The incredibly excited nerd couldn’t stop thinking about how her mom had put Billy to sleep for the entire night. She couldn’t wait to see what Carly would do to him, with her much-superior punches. Anna was finding it hard to stand still, and she couldn’t stop giggling.

God. God! She couldn’t WAIT for Carly’s reaction, when she was free of Billy at last. Her big brother was in for a long one. Hehe~!

As Billy stood stupefied by the locker rooms, Matt approached him.

“Good to go?” Matt smiled.

Billy didn’t reply, still staring at Carly. Matt smiled wider.

“Yeah, you’re good to go,” he said.

The runner-up best-boxer spent most of the time before the fight helping Billy warm up. But it wasn’t much of a warm up. Matt was going easy, and they both knew it. It made Billy more and more frustrated, as he tried to get some good practice in, to get in the zone, but was constantly denied by Matt’s light returns and evasion of conflict.

Matt had a lot of reasons for this. One, he didn’t want to steal Carly’s thunder right before her big night by landing anything big. Two, he was hoping to make Billy comfortable - maybe even confident - both things that Carly could use against him when the fight started. And three, a good warm up just wasn’t on the cards for Billy tonight. Matt was definitely NOT getting his rival into the zone.

Billy was stressed out, and obviously getting flustered as Matt refused to help him warm up properly. He just kept on going easy and avoiding conflict, treating the champ like a noob being trained. He just kept on TALKING, kept on INSISTING Billy was going to win like there was nothing to worry about. Couldn’t he take this more seriously and fucking HELP him already!?

After fifteen minutes of frustration, Matt calmly took off his gloves and threw them to the side.

“Great! We’re just about ready now, huh?” he was beaming at Billy’s angry face.

Billy glared at his long time friend with rage, and nearly said something. Then, his expression changed. Billy averted his gaze to the floor. His shoulders sagged, and when he spoke, his voice came out meek and timid.

“M-Matt… I don’t… I don’t think I should do this…” he croaked.

Matt smiled, and put a hand on Billy’s shoulder. If he was going for supportive, he failed. His hand felt heavy. Confining. Like he was trapping Billy in place.

Matt was not going for supportive.

“Come on. You’re the champ for a reason, right? It’s not like a girl’s gonna put you on your ass out of nowhere,” Matt reassured him with a strange glint in his eye, privately thinking about how Heather had apparently managed to knock the champ down. “You said you wanted my ‘fat-assed ex’ out of your gym, this is the best way to shut her up. So take it easy and have fun out there.”

“…R-Right,” Billy said after a long pause, frustrated and anxious but understanding he wasn’t getting through to his old friend.

Matt grinned.

“Attaboy.”

As Matt said that, he gave Billy a supportive, if patronizing, pat on the cheek - but his hand aimed just a little lower, tapping twice against that champion chin. Billy’s eyes glazed slightly, and again his mouth fell slightly open. A low, shuddering moan passed through him as his mind went slightly distant.

It was all Matt could do to not burst out laughing. Seeing Billy like this was really something else… Made all the more hilarious by the fact it was his MOM who had given him that psychologically weak chin. Convinced him that he was a loser, and sent his skills off a cliff. Matt had known Heather for years, and the idea that she was responsible for Billy’s downfall was hilarious. That hot milf was in her son’s head bad.

Matt barely managed to hold his laughter in. “Hey, if you’re really worried, let me talk to Carly,” he said. “I’ll try calm her down. This is all for fun anyway, right?”

Billy nodded, silently. “I… I guess I’ll check if any of the guys are here,” he said, looking out to the parking lot outside the gym with a disheartened stare.

“Good idea,” Matt replied.

While Matt moved over to Carly and Anna, Billy walked out to the parking lot, pulse hammering in his chest, feeling weak.

He thought about running, but Anna had video of him agreeing to the fight. Was that enough to damn him if he ran now? Maybe he just needed the right excuse?

Fuck. It was hard to say. Billy really wasn’t sure he had any way out of this…