Girls Can't Fight?

A real quick story. Really felt the hits this one!

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"Girls can't fight!"

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She hit him quickly with two jabs and a cross. His head rocked back. She had hit harder than he anticipated, but he wasn't concerned.

"Girls can't fight!"

Smack. Smack. Thud.

Two more jabs to his nose and now there was a trickle of blood, but it was the heavy cross into his side that made him wince. She smiled at that.

"Girls...can't...fight!"

Smack. Smack. Oof!

His nose was running now after two more lightning quick jabs. As he tried block his face, she had launched her hardest blow yet, right into his exposed stomach. All the air left him in a rush. He wheezed as he curled over his stomach. Smiling coyly, she lifted his chin with her glove and raised a cheeky eyebrow.

"Girls..."

Smack. Smack. Crunch!!

Two more jabs and he was seeing stars, but that was just the set up. She sent an uppercut screaming into his balls. Her glove hit them with splintering force and his eyes filled with tears as his mouth dropped open dumbly, unable to form words. He tried to fall to the mat, but she held him up by his hair.

"Girls can't fight?" she asked.

He tried to mouth a submission. It was only the first round, but he hadn't been able to land a punch and she was picking him apart. He longed to hug the canvas and submit to his female opponent who had so effortlessly put him in his place, but she wasn't done with him yet.

"Girls...can..." he started, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeal.

Smack. Smack. CRUNCH!!!

His head rocked back as she mercilessly pounded his bloody nose, but he would trade that all day for the follow-up: Another haymaker between his legs, this one harder than the last. He sang out in a squealing falsetto.

"Girls can't fight?"

He looked into her eyes longingly, begging her to let him fall and be counted out. She pouted her lips in a show of mock sympathy.

Crunch. Crunch CRRRRRRRUUUUUUUNNNNNCHHHHHH!!!

Two more heavy fists into the balls and then, bracing herself on his trembling shoulders as he sobbed, she let her knee fly up between his knees where they smashed into his battered nuts and compressed them to the breaking point. She felt them splinter on her kneecap. He did too.

His squealing stopped as he choked on the pain, then, dumbly and weakly looked her in the eyes and stated, simply:

"Boys can't fight."

She nodded in agreement and, mercifully, withdrew her knee.

He was unconscious before he hit the canvas.

The crowd went wild as the girl lifted her hand in victory, a definitive example of who the stronger sex really is.