Rae, a former pro boxer herself

“I don't mind helping out,” one of the moms said, stepping forward.

She had a tight body, and clearly kept in excellent shape. Tall, lean, and not afraid to show off her body and flat tummy. Her red hair was pulled back in an athlete's ponytail, and Billy could tell that she wasn't wearing the cheap gloves provided by the club on her hands. No, her boxing gloves were high quality and well-used, and her athletic clothing was top-of-the-line.

The mom introduced herself as Rae, and explained that she actually had some experience as a professional boxer. Having a competent partner, she reasoned, would make the demonstrations much easier to follow for the other mothers gathered here. Billy agreed, and so the two began demonstrating basic stances and strikes, at Billy's lead.

But there was a problem with that. Billy wasn't all there. He was still a bit wobbled, a bit dazed, from Anna's big knockout win just a few days earlier. He wasn't as good as he normally was. Good enough to teach a class of newbies, sure. More than good enough. He could do that in his sleep. But a former pro like Rae was better than that. Much better. And she could see the cracks in his teaching.

As the seminar went on, Billy was leading less and less. He tried to keep control over the class, but Rae couldn't help herself but correct him when he was showing the moms a boxing stance with his feet angled incorrectly, or add in some extra technique details that he had missed to give the moms' punches a bit more “snap” to them.

As this went on, with Rae adjusting or correcting Billy's teachings, he could also notice the change in her attitude. She had at first expected this to be a proper seminar - something that maybe even she could learn something from. But the longer it went on, the more she started to see it as just a low-budget, inexperienced high schooler trying to teach a class he had no business teaching. And all she could think to herself was - “I hope the real coaches are better than this when my daughter joins.”

Billy was getting tired of Rae showing him up. As her attitude towards Billy changed from seeing him as an equal, or a teacher, to instead completely disregarding him, her corrections became more and more grating. From a polite “Oh, and it can also help a bit if you-” to a disgruntled “No, that's wrong, you're supposed to-”. Within an hour, she had basically taken over the seminar completely, running her own drills and demonstrations. Try as he might to regain control, Rae had a certain presence to her that Billy just couldn't overcome. A certain confidence. A certain power to her voice that drew the moms' attention better than the high-school athlete who was supposed to be in charge.

“Is this boy really the best in the entire school?” Rae muttered to herself at one point, shaking her head as Billy fucked up a lean-back dodge during a demonstration and took a soft glancing blow on the chin. Luckily for him, she hadn't trusted his defensive skills enough to throw anything with power.

Billy had heard her, but he didn't let it show. What was he supposed to say? “Sorry if I’m a bit sloppy, my nerdy little sister knocked me out cold the other day, and I still haven’t recovered”? Fuck.

Rae had completely taken over twenty minutes later. Billy had stopped trying to speak over her or to bring attention back to his own lesson plan, instead just silently moping and acting as her demonstration partner. Rae took notice of his poor attitude, and didn't appreciate it. This stud athlete, this muscular young man, this supposed champion, was sulking because she'd taken over his seminar. Well, if he hadn't wanted that, he should have tried teaching it correctly.

Rae had never officially boxed a man, back in her pro boxing days. Co-gender boxing wasn't something that happened on a pro level. She had occasionally sparred with some of her male training partners, but she always found herself overwhelmed by their superior endurance, strength, and reaction times. But now, as she ran demos with Billy, she couldn't help but notice all of his weak spots.

Knockout, she thought to herself, as she saw an easily exploitable opening in his defense.

Weak, she thought, as she defending against his own strikes in the demonstration.

Knockout, she thought again, demonstrating the opening punches of a combination that the boy seemed to have no answers for. Had she thrown them at full ****, or gone through the entire combination, he would surely be battered around uselessly until he was out cold.

Poor form, she thought, as she had her new assistant demonstrate his jab.

Knockout, she thought, as Billy lowered his gloves from his face a bit too early, leaving his sensitive, **** chin wide open for a clobbering.

Rae could hardly believe it. Here was this 19-year-old champion, an apparent boxing prodigy, and she was certain she could have knocked him the fuck out whenever she wanted. Certain. She'd never knocked a man out before. She'd never even beaten one. As a pro, Rae had even had difficulty keeping up with some of the amateur men at her own club, despite being one of the highest-ranked women of her weight class. Yet this boy, this apparently-accomplished, densely-muscled boy, was left completely stumped by her. His attacks useless, his weak spots exposed.

She hadn't had a formal boxing match in years. She was now 39, and had retired from professional boxing at the young age of 28, to pursue motherhood. Sure, she liked to keep herself sharp by working out with the punching bag at home, but... Was this boy just a terrible boxer? Or had she somehow gotten better? Had the years away somehow improved her skill, to the point where she could now knock out somebody like Billy? Had becoming a mom imbued her with some kind of special tiger power, to overwhelm boys with?

Despite her skill and the high rank she'd held, Rae had never achieved a championship title of her own. She had never been celebrated by an audience for more than the few minutes immediately following a victory. If she knocked out Billy now, it would be like getting ****. Getting **** on the world for never giving her a championship title. For never letting her truly dominate a male boxer, even in training. And this sulking brat would surely deserve it. His undefeated record and championship belt had made him entitled and childish. He could use a good humbling.

And if she knocked him out, she would certainly be celebrated then. The other moms here would never forget it. Never forget seeing Rae take this boy's mind away from him, making him sleep like a baby in his own seminar. They would finally know how skilled she was. They would finally talk about the amazing woman they saw outperform a male champion boxer.

Somehow, despite Billy's accolades, she was so much better than him. Maybe there really was something to that tiger mom power. Maybe if she returned to the pro boxing world now, she would rise straight to the top. But that all depended on her being right - on her actually being able to knock this boy out. Despite his muscles, despite his championship belt, despite her years away. Could she do it? Could she deliver a public mom KO to this sulking, undefeated athletic brat?

She considered just putting him down during one of the demos. Adding just a bit more oomf to her punch, or adding one or two extra surprise strikes to her combo. She knew she could do it. She knew he would get fucked. It probably wouldn't be all that hard to knock him out, honestly. But she decided to hold off until the last moment, with ten minutes left in the class, when she turned and addressed the other moms. The class which had been split into two, one half following Rae and the other following Billy, before being reunited as one whole under the clearly-better-teacher Rae.

“Alright, that's nearly the end now,” Rae smiled, fully forgetting that she was ever supposed to be a simple attendee of this seminar. “I hope you've had fun and learned a thing or two. What do you say you all sit back and take a break, and we end this class with a boxing match between me and Billy? We both know what we're doing, so we can go ever everything you learned today in a fun little sparring match.”

The happy group of tired moms all cheered their excitement, as much at the chance to sit back and relax with some entertainment as at the chance to see their two teachers box. Rae turning to Billy.

“Don't worry,” she smiled. “We'll give them a good show. Something to remember.”

Billy grit his teeth. This bitch. She'd taken advantage of his weak state to steal his seminar, and now she'd put him in a position where he couldn't back out of a fight he was in no state to join in. He'd been knocked out by Anna just a few days ago, a shocking K.O. which had lasted hours. But he was known to be undefeated, “unknockoutable”, and he couldn't explain his situation without losing his reputation completely.

Instead, he just set his jaw and nodded, silently, a gloomy look on his face. Rae laughed internally. What a spoiled brat. She so hoped that she could put him out cold.

Let's see what kind of new power being a mom really gave her.