Carla Beatdown.

Carla

Darrius had been running his mouth for a month about what he was going to do to the over matched female who had dared to challenge him in the ring. Even now he was making vicious threats and hurling insults at her from his corner. But Carla wasn't the least bit worried. She had beaten up men more than twice his size so she was extremely confident she could handle Darrius with ease. When she was through with him Darrius would never dream of insulting or abusing another female. Because Carla was going to put the fear of Carla in him.

Carla

"DING!" There was a look of pure hatred on his face when Darrius stomped across the ring to meet the female he planned on taking apart piece by piece. "Say your prayers bitch cause I'm gonna kill you." He threatened as he cocked his fist to begin her annihilation. Carla just smiled and snapped a left jab to his face. "SMACK!" Darrius's head snapped back so far it hurt his neck. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He screamed as he went at her like a mad man. Carla went into defensive mode and danced around his barrage of murderous punches with ease. When Darrius began to tire out she smiled and cut the man to pieces. "Is that all you've got?" "SMACK!" "My little sister fights better than that and she's only six years old." "SMACK!" "Do you like that?" "SMACK!" "Well I've got more of that for ya." "SMACK!" "Can you handle it?" "SMACK! SMACK!" Darrius hit the canvas like a sack of potatoes. "Let's go tough guy get on your feet." He slowly climbed to his feet and put up his fist. "Good boy. You think you're tough don't you?" "THUD! THUD!" "Talking all that smack." "SMACK! SMACK!" "But I know you're just a pussy." "THUD!" "Ain't ya you little wimp?" "SMACK! SMACK!" Darrius fell into the ropes and wobbled around on noodle like legs when he bounced off. "Are you ready to taste the canvas again tough guy?" Carla steady his weaving body and crushed his jaw with a devastating right cross. "SMMMACK!" Darrius dropped like a ton of bricks and landed at her feet. "Get up you big sissy I'm not done with you yet." "ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE."

Is that all you've got? SMACK! My little sister fights better than that and she's only six years old. SMACK!

SMACK! Do you like that? Well I've got more of that for ya. SMACK! Can you handle it? SMACK! SMACK!

Let's go tough guy get on your feet.

You think you're tough don't you? SMACK! SMACK!

Talking all that smack. SMACK! SMACK!

But I know you're just a pussy. THUD!

Ain't ya you little wimp? SMACK! SMACK!

Are you ready to taste the canvas tough guy? SMMMACK!

Get up you big sissy I'm not done with you yet. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE.

Darrius staggered to his feet at the count of five and tried to control his shaking legs. "Good boy. Now c'mere." He attempted to back away and get out of range but his rubbery legs wouldn't cooperate. Carla easily caught him and beat the poor man to a pulp. "Where ya going big mouth?" "SMACK!" "There's no place for you to hide." "SMACK!" "C'mon tough guy show me something." "THUD!" "You got nothing." "SMACK!" I'm gonna beat you to a pulp and there's nothing you can do about it." "SMACK!" Is there you little wimp?" "SMACK! SMACK!" Darrius clung to the ropes and dropped to one knee. He shook his head to clear the cob webs and faintly heard the ref counting him out. "ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX." He quickly grabbed the ropes and pulled himself up. "That's my boy. Now give me your best shot." Darrius took a wild swing in the direction of her voice and missed her by a mile. "SWISH!" "You missed me you little wimp." "SMACK!" It felt like she had dislocated his jaw when his head snapped to the side. "You won't be running your mouth or giving me anymore trouble after this will you tough guy?" "SMACK! SMACK!" He literally felt his lips swelling up when her punches slammed into his face. "You're gonna be lying at my feet begging for mercy." "THUD! THUD!" "I'll make you kiss my feet before I pick you up and put you to sleep." "SMMMACK!" Darrius whimpered and hit the canvas like a wet sack.

Good boy. Now C'mere. Where ya going big mouth? SMACK! There's no place for you to hide. SMACK!

C'mon tough guy show me something. THUD! You got nothing.

I'm gonna beat you to a pulp and there's nothing you can do about it. Is there you little wimp? SMACK! SMACK!

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

That's my boy. Now give me your best shot. SWISH! You missed me you little wimp. SMACK!

You won't be running your mouth or giving me anymore trouble after this will you tough guy? SMACK! SMACK!

You're gonna be lying at my feet begging for mercy like a pussy. THUD! THUD!

Then I'll make you kiss my feet before I pick you up and put you to sleep. SMMMACK!

C'mon big mouth get on your feet. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN.

"ONE. TWO. THREE." "DING!" FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN." Somehow Darrius made it up before the ref counted him out. He held on to the ropes to support his sagging battered body while he stumbled back to his corner. Everyone in the Arena knew the poor man was beaten. Even he knew it deep down but he wouldn't allow himself to admit it. Carla sat on her stool with her legs crossed and a smile on her face while she looked over at the big black man she was completely humiliating. She knew she could knock him out when ever she pleased but she decided to toy with the arrogant male and drive home the point that it was a mere female who was making him look like an incompetent fool. Once his confidence was destroyed and he had lost all hope she would end his misery and put him to sleep. Over in Darrius's corner he was breathing heavily and hurt all over. He couldn't let a female defeat him in front of a world wide audience but he couldn't seem to find an answer for her agile quickness and accurate razor sharp punches. If he didn't do something soon to turn the tide his reputation would be ruined and his life as a champion would be over. But what? He had no answer.

Carla

"DING!" Darrius slowly rose from his stool and trudged out to the center of the ring with absolutely no idea how to stop the sharpshooting female with the hard hitting fists. "Are you ready for some more you little wimp?" "SMACK!" Take that." "SMACK!" "And that. How do ya like me now?" "THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!" Darrius grabbed his aching stomach and doubled over fighting to catch his breath. "Does your little tummy hurt tough guy?" "SMACK!" A right cross shattered his nose and dropped him to the canvas like a limp dish rag. "ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN." "Up boy I'm not done with you yet." Darrius used the ropes to pull himself up and stood there wavering in the corner on buckled knees. "Good boy. Now let's play some more." "THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!" She broke down his six pack abs until they were soft and mushy. "You're a pussy Darrius. Let me hear you say it." "SMACK! SMACK!" His left eye nearly swelled shut and blood flew from his painfully swollen mouth. "Admit you're a pussy tough guy or I'll beat you senseless. Now say it." "SMACK!" Darrius stumbled back to the ropes and looped his arms around them to keep from falling. "Come back here you little pansy ass." Carla braced her left glove under Darrius's chin and lifted his drooping head. "Admit you're a whimpering pussy Darrius and I'll put you out of your misery. Now say it." "SMMMACK!" Darrius collapsed like a puppet who's strings had been cut and landed at her feet. "Get up you big sissy."

Are ya ready for some more you little wimp? SMACK! Take that. SMACK! And that.

How do ya like me now? THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Does your little tummy hurt tough guy? SMACK!

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. Up boy I'm not done with you yet.

Good boy. Now let's play some more. THUD! THUD!

You're a pussy Darrius. Let me hear you say it. SMACK! SMACK!

Admit you're a pussy tough guy or I'll beat you senseless. Now say it. SMACK!

If you wanna be stubborn that's fine with me. I'm not the one taking a beating. THUD! THUD! THUD!

Now say it you little wimp. SMMMACK!

Get up you big sissy. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT.

Darrius crawled to the ropes and used them to pull himself up on his feet. "DING!" Just as he turned to face the terrifying female who was taking him apart the bell sounded and temporarily ended his suffering. Darrius wobbled back to his corner and fell on his stool. Tears welled up in his eyes as he glanced over at the beautiful smiling female sitting across the ring. How could a little thing like that be giving him the beating of his life? Her slender arms were like twigs compared to his heavily muscled limbs and she was over a hundred pounds lighter. It just wasn't possible. Yet his face and body was all busted up and she didn't have a mark on her. The thought of losing his title to a female barely half his size was so demoralizing he couldn't stop himself from crying. Why did I challenge her? Was the last thought on his mind when he heard the dredded bell that was going to end his reign as champion. Darrius rose and stumbled forward with heavy tears flowing from his swollen eyes.

Carla

"I'm gonna put you to sleep this round tough guy. But first let's have some fun." Darrius's face turned white with fear and his buckled legs began to tremble when he saw her evil smile. He backed up to the ropes and covered up as best he could. "Are you afraid you little wimp?" "SMACK!" "Admit you're a pussy and I'll end your pain." "THUD! THUD!" "All you have to do is say it." "SMACK!" Darrius slid down the ropes and started to fall but Carla grabbed his limp body and stood him back up. "Oh no you don't. Get back up here." Carla braced her left glove under his chin to hold him up and smiled as she looked at his multi colored swollen face. "You can't take much more of this you little wimp. Now say it." "SMACK!" "Can you hear me tough guy?" "SMACK!" "Say it." "SMACK!" Darrius went completely limp and started to collapse so she had to stop and prop him back up. "You just can't stay on your feet can you you little wimp? Now say it." "SMACK!" "I said say it." "SMACK!" "Do as you're told you little wimp or I'll beat your face to a pulp." "SMACK!" "Now say it." Darrius's broad shoulders slumped down in defeat while he sagged in her arms and cried his eyes out. "You had enough tough guy or do you want some more?" "nooooooo... please.. don't.. hit.. me.. again. I give up.. I give up." "Good boy. Now let me hear you say it." "I'm.. a.. p.pussy." "Louder. I want everyone in this Arena and those watching around the world to hear you. Understand boy?" "Yes." He answered submissively. "Then do as you're told." "I'm.. a.. p.pussy." "That's my boy. Now beg me to knock you out and I'll put you to sleep. Darrius looked at her with imploring eyes but he could see by the domineering smile on her lovely face it would be useless to beg for mercy. "NOW!" She sternly ordered. Darrius trembled with fear and nearly pissed in his trunks. "please.. knock.. me.. out." He sobbed as heavy tears of humiliation ran down his swollen red cheeks. "That's my boy. Now go to sleep you little wimp." "SMMMACK!" Darrius bounced off of the ropes and dropped straight down like a falling tree. "SLAM!" He was out cold when he landed on his face at her feet. Carla pinned his head to the floor with her bare foot and smiled at the referee. "Count him out ref he's not getting up." He took one look at Darrius's still body and began counting. "ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN! YOU'RE OUT!" The whole place errupted with applause when the referee raised Carla's arm in victory.

I'm gonna put you to sleep this round you big sissy. But first let's have some fun. SMACK!

Why are you backing up? Are you afraid you little wimp? SMACK!

Admit you're a pussy and I'll end your pain. THUD! THUD!

All you have to do is say it. SMACK!

Oh no you don't. Get your butt back up here.

You can't take much more of this you little wimp. Now say it. SMACK!

Can you hear me tough guy? SMACK! Say it.

You just can't stay on your feet can you you little wimp. Now say it. SMACK!

I said say it. SMACK!

Do as you're told you little wimp or I'll beat your face to a pulp. Now say it. SMACK!

You had enough tough guy or do you want some more?

Noooooooo. Please Carla don't hit me again. I give up I give up.

Good boy. Now let me hear you say it. I'm.. a.. pussy.

Louder. I want everyone in the Arena to hear you. Understand?

Yes.. Carla. Then do as I say. I'M A PUSSY!

That's my boy. Now beg me to knock you out and I'll put you to sleep. NOW!

Please.. Carla.. knock.. me.. out. (sob)

Good boy. Now go to sleep you little wimp. SMMMACK!

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN! YOU'RE OUT!

I told you I would beat you up and knock you out you little wimp.

Any time you want a rematch just let me know. No please no. I don't wanna fight you again. That's what I thought you little wimp.