Karen, a snooty and bored mom

The woman to step forward was Karen, though it wasn’t to volunteer for the demonstration.

A rich and gorgeous blonde, Karen had lived a comfortable, pampered lifestyle, and had done nothing to reduce the severe self-entitlement that came along with it. Her daughter was the same grade as Billy, and Karen had become a bit notorious for her snooty attitude. It was likely that she was only here after a failed attempt to argue with the school that her daughter didn’t need to take a sport, and she would be taking out the anger of losing an argument out on the boy in charge of this seminar. Doing everything she could to ruin this for the school, and point out each and every flaw there was to see.

“Excuse me,” she said, crossing her gloved-up arms under her immense bust and sticking her chin in the air. “Billy, was it?”

Billy gave her a nod, somewhat irritated at the interruption to his first demonstration.

“Are you really the club champion?”

Billy nodded again, running his eyes down her body. She wasn’t quite the bountiful sex goddess that Heather was, but she was definitely generously endowed in her own right - not to mention the appeal that her tighter body and domineering sneer brought. She wore tight leggings, and an expensive, stylish shirt, which bulged over her proudly-jutting tits. And what a pair they were.

“Have you ever been knocked out?”

The sudden question hit him like a stack of bricks. Like a punch from his mom. Billy quickly composed himself with a smile, and tried to hide a twitch in his face.

“No, ma’am. Not once,” he replied. After all, in official matches, he had still never been defeated - let alone knocked out.

“Well have you ever knocked out someone else in this club?” Karen asked.

Billy understood now. She was trying to undermine his skill and experience. She saw that it was a student leading the seminar, and wanted to take his power away. Well, she didn’t realize just how skilled and accomplished he was. If she was counting on him being a knock-outable loser with no big wins, she would be disappointed.

Billy puffed out his chest. “Yes, I have. Several,” he admitted with pride.

“I see. Well, I don’t want my daughter boxing if she could get hurt, or humiliated,” Karen shook her head. “I can’t imagine anything more humiliating than training for weeks, then falling asleep because a better boxer hit you too hard.”

Wait. No! Billy had fallen into her trap. She wasn’t trying to undermine him, but the club itself! A few other moms around her exchanged glances and murmurs. Some were visibly scared about learning the sport now, let alone signing their daughters up for it. Karen had put the picture of their daughters laying knocked out and defeated in the ring into all of the mothers’ minds.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of!” Billy reassured them all, trying to calm them down. “It’s very difficult to knock someone out - you can’t just punch them once. And it’s not dangerous, either!”

“Then you wont mind taking a punch from one of us yourself?” Karen asked, cocking an eyebrow and lifting a gloved fist.

“Well… I…” Billy’s mind flashed to his mother’s recent victories.

“If the champion of the club can’t handle a punch from ME, with NO training, then why would I EVER let my daughter do something so dangerous?”

“Fine!” Billy gave in, not wanting to let Coach Lucy down by scaring all the newcomers away from the club. “Fine. Come on up here.”

He beckoned Karen forward reluctantly. Karen smirked, and began sauntering her way to the front with a cocky, excited wag of her buxom hips.

He was just going to have to let her punch him. It wasn’t like she had any training on how to punch hard, or like she was wearing a pair of loaded gloves… Right? Billy could take a punch on the chin if it meant putting the other moms’ minds at ease.

What are the chances she could ACTUALLY knock him out?