Carly does the unthinkable

This wasn’t going how Carly wanted. She couldn’t even fight back against the relentless, surgical **** Billy was assaulting her with. And all she could think about was being beaten down, and **** to quit the club, so long ago. Having to admit to herself that she couldn’t do it. That a woman could never beat a man. The fear, the shame of that moment filled her.

She had thought she’d grown stronger since then. She had thought things would be different, after what happened yesterday. But they weren’t. And the idea that nothing had changed since that horrible, embarrassing day, was too much for her to take. She couldn’t go through that again.

In a moment of panic, Carly acted on a well-trained instinct. Something drilled into her at the kickboxing club **** out a motion in her. Too fast for conscious thought, she quickly raised one of her graceful, long, thick bare legs, poking out of those loose short shorts. That thick thigh meat coiling up as she lifted up her front foot in a crane-like stance, without even thinking about it.

Carly’s leg may have been quick, but Billy was quicker. As she shifted into this stance faster than most eyes could see, Billy saw what was coming. Remembering what had happened last time she pulled a move like that, he quickly shifted his gloves to defend his solar plexus, before she could even fire out her foot.

Carly had taken him off guard last time. Winded him, and turned the tides of the fight. But Billy was a fast learner. It might have only been the second time he’d seen a windup like that, but his fight IQ and reaction times were off the charts. If there was one thing you needed to know about Billy, it was that you would never land the same move on him twice.

WHAM!

Carly’s leg snapped up in a lightning-fast kick, the muscles in that thick bare thigh launching her foot like a rocket. Soaring past Billy’s defended chest, her foot flew higher towards its true target, and connected with his chin.

A gasp escaped from Billy’s lips as waves of **** rushed up through his head, vibrating his brain. Billy barely had time to make a shocked expression, then lights out. Suddenly, his fight IQ hit 0, as his consciousness fizzled out.

At the moment of devastating impact, Carly’s thick leg was stretched up high, past even the point of her tall opponent’s chin. Flexible, and with enough follow-through to devastate. And devastate she did, as her bare foot put him to sleep. It was like switching off a light. Here one moment, gone the next, her fertile hips twisting as she took Billy well and truly out of the “zone”.

Billy’s eyes rolled back up into his head, as Carly brought her foot down and planted it back in a fighting stance, her gloves up and ready for more. But there would be no more.

The crack of the impact turned everybody’s heads, just in time to see their mighty champion fall. Utterly finished, Billy fell forward, landing on Carly. His right cheek pressed into her small cleavage as he slumped forward, caught and held up by the surprised girl’s gloved hands wrapping around his back underneath his arms.

She held him there, in a moment of disbelief. Floppy, sagging forward, and held against Carly. Eyes rolled up in his head, jaw hanging open. In one decisive motion, she had eliminated his threat. Nullified that dangerous body, and sent him into an instantaneous sleep.

Billy’s limp arms flopped either side of Carly’s body, with his cute little boxing gloves on the ends of them. Dangling uselessly down beside her bare, thick thighs, as if in comparison. His slumbering, pacified biceps, versus her powerful, high-density thighs.

The reality of the moment set in, and Carly realized that had Billy well and truly snoozing, propped up against her body. Carly purred, a smug expression taking over her face as deep satisfaction washed over her. The boxing club was stunned. Maybe as stunned as Billy.

Carly had cheated. She’d cheated! But for the first time, these young boxers saw Billy… The best of all of them… Sound asleep. Knocked out. Knocked out by a girl.

“I got you…” Carly whispered, holding a sleeping Billy up in that hug. “I got you…”

“Carly!” Coach Lucy yelled, infuriated by what she had just seen. But Carly didn’t care. Her worst memory was defeated.

This was the boy who’d made her quit the boxing club, curled up in the fetal position with tears in her eyes. He was out for the count. His glorious chin had been claimed. Carly had stolen it. She’d been the first to take it from him. And perhaps her thick thighs had even made that legendary chin weaker, permanently. Those thighs, packed with power beyond what Billy’s chin could handle.

Nothing could be more satisfying. Carly didn’t know how much she had needed this, but as relief washed over her, she understood. This moment finally made up for her original humiliation. She had surpassed him. The young man who represented the most awful part of her athletic history, was snoozing against her, slept by a chin-crunching high kick.

He hadn’t been ready for that. He had no answer. No defense. He couldn’t even understand what he was seeing. He never stood a chance. A fight between them was always going to end this way, with Carly’s new kickboxing skillset that Billy just wasn’t prepared to deal with. This thick feminist was destined to take him down in the way she just did.

Yes. FUCK yes. He had lost. The unbeatable prodigy had lost to a girl. Her feminist heart soared with joy.

Carly pulled back her arms, and Billy dropped into a heap at her feet, not stirring. The old Billy would have been able to take that kick, and get back into the fight. But after everything he’d been through? No, sweetie. He was out for the count. His brain quit. It quit for Carly.

Carly stared down at him with a smug, satisfied look. A handsome, athletic young man, at the feet of a thick girl. It felt good.

Coach Lucy leapt into the ring and forcefully pulled Carly aside, shouting and berating her. This girl had just KO’d their champion, with an illegal kick. Coach Lucy’s prodigy had just been knocked the fuck out, by a girl, by an illegal move, during a practice sparring match. The inevitable damage to his reputation would be devastating… The damage to his confidence could leave him gun-shy, stripping the prodigy of his unbeatable offense… And the damage to his chin could spell the end of his future career. Some people were never the same, after their first knockout. And Billy had just wasted his in a practice match. Yes, Coach Lucy was furious.

While Carly was getting chewed out, and likely banned from the club, some of Billy’s clubmates hurried to his side.

“Billy?” one of them asked. “Oh damn, he’s OUT out…”

“Someone finally got through his chin…” a shocked observer whispered, drinking in the sight of Billy in a crumpled-up heap. The sight was difficult to believe. He had always seemed so strong, so unbeatable… But he got knocked out like anyone else.

They quickly untangled the messy heap he was in, laying him on his back and holding up his legs so that he would wake up faster. Each of them trying to ignore the strange feelings this moment had them feeling. While they waited, nervously, one of the other boxers could be heard quietly muttering to himself.

“…8…9…10… you’re out…”

A few seconds later, Billy woke up, dazed. He quickly began to panic, as he recognized where he was - in the middle of his boxing club’s ring, under the bright lights, surrounded by people… Lying on his back, with his legs held in the air to wake him up. Oh, fuck.

He quickly kicked his legs free and sat up, breathing desperately. Across the ring from him, Carly was getting shouted at. Seeing that he had woken up, she winked at him, and blew him a kiss. Billy’s blood ran cold.

“She… She knocked me out…?”

His throat was tight as the question left his mouth. Oh god… He couldn’t believe it. Not like this, he thought. Waking up on the canvas as the feet of a girl like Carly.

“She cheated!” one of Billy’s friends was quick to reassure him. “It was a kick that knocked you out, it wasn’t a legit win!”

Billy gulped, nodding silently. Still… He knew what this meant. For his chin. For his brain.

For his reputation.

Illegitimate knockout or not, he had still been knocked out. Carly had knocked Billy the fuck out, in the middle of his club. Crushed by a girl. He hadn’t beat the 10-count.

Billy’s aura was gone. Everyone had always thought he was invincible. Now… They had seen him sound asleep. Wrecked by a girl. Their hero had lost. He wasn’t unbeatable. He could get knocked out, same as anyone else. Carly had proved it.

And now he was on his back, confused and blinking, trying to recover like just any other peasant. He couldn’t let it end like this. He couldn’t let this be the lasting image in peoples’ minds, when they thought back to this moment. He had to do something.

Billy dragged himself up, on wobbly feet, and staggered towards her. Ignoring his worried clubmates telling him to stay down and recover.

“Carly…” he moaned, taking step after step towards her.

Coach Lucy turned, concern on her face as she saw Billy approach. Behind her, Carly wore a smug look of confidence. She leaned to one side, smiling at him.

“Yes, Billy?” she asked.

Billy paused for a moment, taking it all in. What this unremarkable, thick feminist had done to him. It was unthinkable. His eyes ran over all that bare skin, up to her smug, expectant face, full of confidence and condescension. Then his eyes dropped lower, to those thick thighs. Adorned with small droplets of sweat, exposed through those loose black short shorts. Which leg had knocked him out, he wondered? Which dense thigh had ended his public image?

“…Y-You’re not allowed to throw kicks…” he finished, meekly. It was all he could think to say in the moment, dazed and humiliated as he was. It was hardly a strong look. He was pretty sure he hadn’t recovered any of his image with that pathetic retort.

“Sorry,” Carly smiled, brimming with pride, and perhaps letting a bit too much of that pride slip out as she continued. “I’m just so used to REAL fighting, at my kickboxing club… I forgot that boxing’s all about pretending. My bad, ‘champ’.”

“That’s enough, Carly!” Lucy snapped. “Out, right now!”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Carly giggled, hopping out of the ring and strutting towards the door. “Sorry for the trouble.”

As the thick, frizzy-haired feminist left Billy’s domain, buzzing with cheer, Billy was like a zombie. His mind was blank as he watched that thick ass wiggle with each step out of the club. Those heavy, dense glutes packed into her short shorts, connecting down into the expansive flesh of the thick bare thighs that had gone one-on-one with his chin, and destroyed it.

Those powerful bare legs walked out of the club, having made their point. Maybe if Billy hadn’t let his mom steal his proud chin, things would’ve gone differently. Carly wouldn’t have won the first spar, and she wouldn’t have even wanted a second.

But that wasn’t how things played out. Carly HAD won the first spar. And, cheating or not, she had knocked him out in the second. Billy’s original win over her, when the two were still both rookies, didn’t seem so relevant anymore. To everyone in the club, something had been made clear - Carly had surpassed Billy.

And Billy had just been knocked out by a girl.