She Fakes Him Out

Pacifica had a huge smirk on her face as her anger at her dad had driven her to want nothing more than to kick his ass.

"Ok dad, it's time to show you what I've really learned!" Pacifica pulled her left hand back as far as she could and prepared for a big punch. At least that's what she wanted her dad to think. She knew that at this point in the match she was too tired and slow to actually land a punch like that. She was using it as a decoy, and he fell for it.

"Nope!" Her dad said as he moved to his left to avoid the obvious punch. "You're going to have to do better than that to-" He stopped mid sentence as his shift left rammed him straight into her right fist. While he was distracted with her outstretched arm, his daughter had prepared for a straight punch into his midsection. That punch connected with perfect accuracy and had enough power behind it to take the wind out of his lungs.

As he moved to protect his left side, Pacifica found an opening for her left hand, striking straight into the middle of his stomach. He was so out of breath that he had bent down so much and was now shorter than his daughter. She towered over him as she admired her handiwork.

"Looks like you should've been paying more attention. Who's the one who has to do better now huh?" He couldn't understand what was going on. That one two punch was stronger than anything he had ever experienced in his entire career. And it was delivered by an amateur, his own 18 year old daughter no less!

He couldn't do anything but groan as Pacifica landed a huge uppercut that rattled his head and shot him back, staggering until he hit the wall of the room on unsteady legs. He was already very dazed, and the wall was probably the only thing holding him up at this point.

She felt a rush go through her entire body as she saw how deadly her attacks were. She had never felt like this before, and it was intoxicating! Was this because of the loaded gloves, or was she just naturally talented? Right now it didn't matter. What mattered was finishing off her old man.

She stood in the middle of the room with her gloved hands on her hips in front of her father. "Come on dad, don't tell me you're getting your ass beat by a girl." Despite being almost out, he mustered up all the energy he had left for one last attack. He rushed his opponent and attempted a one-two knockout punch. Unfortunately for him, she saw this coming a mile away and dodged gracefully out of the way as he hit nothing but air. As he turned around, he caught a knockout right hand, and that was it. He was out like a light.

He staggered for a second before his eyes rolled back and he fell on the ground at his teenage daughter's feet, knocked out cold by her loaded punches. "Fuck yes! Take that dad. I knocked you down. Wait, does that mean I won round 1?" She heard no answer in return. "Dad?" Pacifica looked down at the unmoving body of her father as she realized she might have just knocked him out.