Selena - the champion!

“Selena… You beat Billy. You fucking knocked him out!”

The words, spoken by someone in the audience, pulled Selena back to reality. Suddenly, she wasn’t a warrior who had finally overpowered her mentor anymore - she was just a girl awkwardly sitting on a boy’s chest, while everyone gawked at her.

“Oh, s-sorry…” Selena said, suddenly timid, as she dismounted the former champion’s snoring body.

“Don’t be sorry, girl. That was incredible!”

The crowd seemed to agree. As she ran her gaze across the audience, taking in their shocked stares and their approving whoops, Selena’s nerves began to melt away. The girl began beaming with pride, justified by the reaction of the crowd.

“Y-Yeah! It was! D-Did you see him go down!?”

Beside her, Billy still lay limp on his back, loudly snoring with a buzzing rumble that made his chest vibrate. The formerly-undefeated boxer showed no signs of coming to any time soon. Fuck, that was a real knockout.

A small ceremony was held in the ring, in which Selena was given her new belt by one of the coaches. The championship belt. Billy’s belt. Well, not anymore.

Selena was shaking with excitement as the gold was wrapped around her waist, awestruck by the positive reception she was getting. All the same, she took in the crowd for only a moment - before her eyes went down to Billy again. Her fallen sensei. Her crush.

While she was coronated as champ, just beside her leg there was someone tending to the sloppy fallen king. Checking him over as he lay there, snoring.

She could scarcely believe what she had accomplished. Just look at him! The legendary, undefeated champion, beaten by a girl…

Selena turned her head and went back to soaking in the crowd’s praise, as the people tending to Billy dragged him out of the ring so they could get a better look at him. The limp former champion was pulled, snoring, across the ring and onto the floor outside.

His concerned mother, Heather, wandered over to see how her boy was doing, and to escape the celebrations of his downfall for a moment. It was hard to block out the sounds of the cheering, celebrating crowd - and equally hard to block out the sound of her accomplished son snoring - as she approached where he now lay on the floor.

She stood at his side for a moment, watching the people crouched over him checking him over. Her eyes fell to his strong chest, slowly rising and falling in time with those rhythmic, humiliating snores.

“Wow, he’s OUT out.” Heather said at last, unsure if she should be worried for her poor son or amused by the sight of him. “Do you have- uhm- smelling salts, or whatever? Can you wake him up?”

One of the people looked up at her, and shrugged.

“Sorry, Heather. I think we’d better just let him sleep this one off.”

The conversation was interrupted by Karen, who came pushing through the crowd to get her own look at the vanquished brat.

“Out of the way!” she barked, as she finally broke through and got a good look at Billy. She paused for a moment, drinking it in.

“…Ohoho.” she laughed, when the embarrassing snores of this athletic boy finally got the better of her. “Ohoho, you BRAT! LOOK at you!”

Karen quickly fished her phone out of her handbag and began snapping photos of him, defeated and out cold on the floor.

“Chump! So much for your toughness!” Karen mocked him relentlessly as she circled him, pushing Heather aside as she passed her.

The smile on Karen’s face was somewhat scary. Nobody had ever seen her look this happy before. Smug and satisfied, those were recognizable parts of her expression, but the strange joy of the sight before her was a totally new sight.

Just when it seemed that Karen was more interested in Billy losing than she was in her own daughter winning, she snapped one last photo of the former champion and lifted her head.

“Selena! Come pose over him!”

“Hey…” Heather stepped forward, a bit unsure of what she should do as the former champ’s mother, but feeling like she should probably intervene somehow.

Karen scoffed, eyeing Heather with disgust. “Don’t “hey” me! My daughter knocked him out! You hear that?”

The bitchy milf put a hand to her ear, obnoxiously ordering Heather to listen up. Unsure of what to do in this situation, Heather simply gave in and tilted her head, listening. This close to Billy, the most overpowering sound among the noise of the gym was his loud snoring.

“That’s right. The best is fucking snoring,” Karen spat. “So I think I’m entitled to a few celebratory pictures, thank you very much!”

Heather wasn’t used to being talked to like that, or treated like that. Most of the moms of the school loved her - and even the ones like Karen that didn’t, usually had nothing they could use against her. Not with her unrivalled beauty, her intelligent, academically successful daughter, and her undefeated boxing champion son. Heather didn’t know how to react to something like this.

Stunned by Karen’s words, Heather just shut her mouth and bashfully lowered her head, as if in apology. Karen grinned, satisfied at the sight of Heather losing her status as the Alpha Female. With that settled, and the bitch put in her place, Karen lifted her head and called out to her daughter again.

“Selena! Come get one with your foot on his face, sweetie!”

Karen’s photo op lasted a good few minutes. Selena posing over her fallen sensei however her mother told her to, wearing her shiny new belt. She was just happy to be there. She had climbed to the top of the sport so fast!

Karen made sure to get a few that featured Heather in the background. The mother of the loser, standing ashamed and wanting to intervene. Still feeling like she should do something about this, but doing nothing at all. She didn’t dare challenge Karen.

The bitchy milf smirked, snapping a picture of Selena standing triumphantly over Billy, the nervous girl trying to **** a smile onto her excited but camera-shy face.

When Karen finally finished and put her phone away, Heather let out a relieved breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It was over. She took a step forward, but before she could reclaim her son’s sleeping body, he was swarmed by everyone else who wanted to get a picture - and there were a lot!

Heather tried to object, but she was quickly cut off by the rush of the crowd as the attending cheerleaders giggled and took selfies with Billy’s **** body. After a brief battle against the flow of the crowd, Heather was only pushed further and further away from where Billy lay useless. In the end, Heather just sighed, and decided she would fetch her son once the crowd was done with him.

Those selfies taken by the giggly cheerleaders would soon end up online, posted to their various social media accounts with captions.

Big day! Glad we didn’t miss it!

Anyone at the school who hadn’t come to the event would soon find out exactly what had happened. Even as the cheerleaders left, laughing and tapping away at their phones, some upstart female boxers jumped his slumbering body and snapped photos of each other with their fist on his woozy, drooling chin. These too would end up all over social media.

How inspiring! Thanks for showing us all how to do it, Selena!

“Did you get it?” the first female boxer asked, looking up at her friend.

“I did. Do me, do me!”

The girls quickly swapped positions, the new girl scoffing as she got into position beside him.

“What the fuck, Billy. You’re actually snoring? Are you serious? God, that’s a real knockout…”

Shaking her head, she gave her knuckles a kiss and then placed them against the former champ’s jaw, turning and giving the camera a big smile.

Even those that didn’t want to snap a picture with the **** athlete didn’t spare him from the humiliation, as they crowded around him and shouted out insults and mockery to the once-king of the club.

“Nice glass jaw! I can’t believe you just lost to a girl, haha!” one of the boys teased.

“Just listen to that racket! Shut up, would you?” a girl from his Spanish class laughed.

“Not so nice, being knocked out, is it? Huh? IS IT? You sleepy prick.” mocked a female boxer who Billy had knocked out last year.

From the sideline, his mother just watched on, every detail worming its way into her permanent memory.

“Oh, my poor boy…” Heather whispered as she watched the scene unfold and rubbed her thighs together, simultaneously feeling sorry for her son, and oh-so turned on.

Eventually he was left alone. Still ****, snoring, and useless - totally unaware of the world outside of his dreams - but no long surrounded by a crowd. Instead, everyone was amazed, cheering and celebrating at the coronation of the new champ.

“Let’s hear it for Selena! Our new champion!”

The words drew another loud cheer from the crowd. Meanwhile, the former champion was laying back and snoring loudly. Nothing more than a photo op. He was old news. Now, he was just another boxing scrub like the rest of them.