Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[weaponzero]

There will be a bad end for the three fighters. But what happens next? What will be Kylie's goals after that? Lead the world?

The author established a few chapters ago that Superman exists in this story's continuity.  It is my hope that Kylie somehow grows so strong she can take on the Man of Steel himself.  And I hope that's exactly what he's setting us up for.

[weaponzero]

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[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 54   
   
        Tom Turner was visibly frightened, his lifetime of training as a professional fighter having proved useless against the unstoppable middle school girl who stood before him, her body bulging with slabs of vein-streaked muscle like it was hewn from golden brown marble.  Kylie's smile returned as she clenched her free hand into a petite girly fist that was made terrifying by the softball-sized knot of forearm muscles that rippled just above it.  "I can smell your fear," Kylie giggled.  "I love that smell."
        Luckily for Tom, Dan Davis and Rex Ralston had crept up on Kylie as she postured, and just as she raised her fist, they pounced.  The two heavyweight grapplers wrapped their arms around Kylie's foot-thick muscle-lined thighs and picked her up off the mat, then quickly tossed her upward into the air as high and far as they could manage with her great bulk.  "How is Kylie supposed to fight if they won't even let her stand up?" Allison demanded coldly as Kylie's body sailed into the air. 
        "That's the whole point," I smiled, as Kylie began to plummet downward to the mat, headfirst.  "They can control the fight by keeping her off her feet.  They can outpoint her and win by decision."
        But then my recent wave of confidence waned as, suddenly, Kylie's body began to tighten and bend in mid-air.  Time seemed to slow as she jackknifed her legs upward and extended her free arm downward, landing safely in a one-handed handstand mere milliseconds before she hit the mat.  The entire arena gawked in silence as Kylie balanced her entire colossal body on five slender fingers, her body steady and unwavering as her arm bulged with lumps of muscle in every direction, and the three heads of her deltoids swelled into a knot of muscle the size of a soccer ball.  Then, with a flick of her wrist, Kylie dismounted the handstand, flipping easily back onto her feet with catlike grace.   "That was the most amazing display of athletic prowess I've ever seen in the ring," one of the commentators said.  "But you don't get points for athleticism, and Kylie has been on the defensive the entire fight."
        "It's hard to go on the offensive if you can't see," the other commentator added.
        As Kylie casually adjusted her sportsbra, her gigantic breasts having begun to spill out during her handstand, the three men huddled briefly, then began to fan out around the ring and tiptoe toward her.  "Why are you three wimps always sneaking around?" Kylie taunted as she put her arm behind her head and flexed her muscle-etched abs.  "I thought you said you weren't afraid of my muscles?"
        In those spare seconds while Kylie posed, the men pounced.  Tom Turner grabbed her arm, Dan Davis grabbed her left leg, and Rex Ralston grabbed her right leg.  Moving quickly, they managed to pick her up and drop her on her chest, each man wrapping his body around one of her massive limbs.  Tom locked Kylie's arm in a judo arm bar, while Dan and Rex locked her feet in ankle locks. 
        Now they had her trapped.  Lying prone with all four limbs immobilized, there was no way that she could move, despite her incredible strength.  And with just a few seconds left in the first round, the guys had not only won the round handily on points, but had also found a strategy that allowed them to neutralize Kylie's unstoppable muscles, thanks to their superior numbers and the handicaps that Kylie had agreed to wear.  The arena was quiet as the men began to nod to each other approvingly, and the women exchanged nervous glances.   "Kylie can still win,"  Allison said to mom, her voice shaking with uncertainty.  "It's only the first round.  Besides, I'm sure she can overpower them."
        "No she can't!"  I shouted loudly as I lost my cool.  "Don't you get it!?  She's not a goddess, she's just a little brat!  She can't overpower them!  She's not strong enough!  She's going to lose!"
        As soon as those words left my mouth, Kylie's head snapped around, facing squarely in my direction, as if she had heard my voice through the din of the crowd.  Her nostrils flared just a little, and her jaw trembled as she clenched it.  Then a high-pitched girly growl began to build in Kylie's throat, and her muscles began to contract, twitching and rippling as if she were getting bigger before my very eyes.  "I.  Never.  Lose!" she barked as her body began to tremble.  "I.  Am.  The.  Strongest!"
        Then Kylie bucked her hips, exploding upward into the air using only the power of her massive glutes and the steely muscles of her core, as the three male fighters clung to her limbs.  The women in the crowd cheered as Kylie rotated her body in mid air, her stomach rippling with muscles big and small as she torqued her body, turning her chest to the ceiling and her back to the mat in another display of unbelievable muscle control and athletic coordination.
        As Kylie landed on her back, Dan Davis and Rex Ralston flopped against the mat, struggling to hold on to Kylie's legs as she used her enormous quads and calves to power out of the ankle locks. Tom was still wrapped around Kylie's arm like a ribbon around a Maypole, until she slammed her arm downward, smacking his head against the canvas so forcefully that his mouthguard flew across the ring and his limp body instantly fell to the mat.
        Tom Turner, the interim UFC heavyweight champion, was now lying unconscious on the mat, and as medical personnel rushed toward the ring to examine him, Kylie looked down at her legs toward Dan Davis and Rex Ralston.  "Now I know exactly where you are," she said.  "I don't need to see you."
        The two men immediately released Kylie's legs, in hopes that they could retreat across the ring to safety, but Kylie was too quick for them.  Her legs moved with serpentine efficiency as they wrapped around Rex Ralston's torso, dwarfing it with their muscular bulk, as her free hand shot out and clamped around Dan Davis' right wrist.
        Rex tried to use his years of Jiu Jitsu training to escape from Kylie's legs, but she skillfully controlled him as though he were a novice, moving her hips and feet to twist him until he was trapped in a leg scissor choke, his mouth and nose smashed against the granite-hard block of calf her muscle, preventing him from drawing air.  "You thought you could control these legs with your weak little body and your sloppy holds?" Kylie laughed.  "Let me show you how a real Jiu-Jiteiro works a submission."
        As she taunted Rex, Kylie twisted Dan Davis' arm with such force that he flopped like a fish to avoid having it pulled from its socket.  Dan mustered all the technique that he had learned over a lifetime of wrestling, but to no avail, as Kylie expertly controlled his entire body with her single free hand. No matter how Dan tried to escape, Kylie was able to twist and pull his wrist to bend him however she desired.  Finally Dan Davis was flat on his back with his arm wrenched unnaturally into a vicious hammer lock, his whole body shaking from pain.  "How did you medal in the Olympics with such bad technique and such wimpy muscles?" Kylie laughed.  "I bent you into a pretzel with one arm."
        With 3 seconds left in the round Rex Ralston tapped on Kylie's thigh to surrender, immediately before his body went limp.  With 2 seconds left in the round Dan Davis tapped on the mat to surrender, immediately before his beefy arm snapped like a twig.  With 1 second left in the round, the referee screamed that the fight was over.  And so, 4 minutes and 59 seconds after stepping into the ring, my 13-year-old kid sister had emerged as the UFC heavyweight champion, having beaten the world's 3 best heavyweights fighters at once, while blindfolded and with one arm tied behind her back. 
        Throughout the stands women hugged and jumped for joy while men gawked in disbelief.  In the ring, as medics tended to Kylie's latest victims, she removed her blindfold and took out her ponytail, her hair instantly springing into perfectly styled tresses of shining blonde hair.  Then, with terrifying ease, Kylie pulled her right arm from behind her back, causing the belt of steel cables that bound her to explode into a spray of metal scraps and shredded leather.  "No way," I muttered in disbelief as Kylie tore the remains of the leather sleeve from her wrist.  "How can she be that strong?"
        Allison laughed uproariously as she pulled me close.  "Did you see that, Rick?" she cackled.  "Kylie snapped those steel cables like wet noodles.  How could you ever think she would lose?"
        Then, as the medics left the ring, and the announcers and commentators entered, Kylie pulled her top off, flaunting her womanhood as her gigantic bosom bounced free.  Kylie smiled as the crowd hooted and whistled, basking in the adoration of her fans as she tossed her sportsbra into the crowd where women began to clamor for it as if it were a wedding bouquet.  Immediately, one of the announcers rushed a towel to her, in order to cover her prodigious assets.  But Kylie ripped the towel from his hands and threw it away with a huff, and then proceeded to thrust her bare chest outward as she flexed her towering biceps.  "Nothing can stop girl power!" Kylie yelled triumphantly as the women in the crowd screamed themselves hoarse, tearing up and quaking with long-repressed sexual ecstasy, much like the girls who gathered to greet British invasion bands at airports in the 1960's.
        Kylie circled the ring, cameras flashing as she blew kisses to her fans, and phones throughout the arena buzzed with notifications of Kylie's victory from every site on the internet.  Then Kylie's eyes fell on me, and she locked me in her icy gaze, and she laughed.  Once again, it was all about her.
        Finally, a fight official crept up to Kylie, holding the UFC championship belt as well as the interim championship belt.  With trembling hands he hung one belt on each of Kylie's expansive shoulders, effectively covering her breasts.  Kylie scowled at him, and he shrunk like a frightened kitten, but as she looked down at the glittering gold of the championship belts, she smiled and nodded in approval.  "Gold is my favorite color," she smirked.  "A girl can never have too much gold."

[grbaclig]

I reckon this story would take a much more interesting turn if she somehow lost this.

I do need a twist to set up the third act... 

[Saxony Red Devil]

I reckon this story would take a much more interesting turn if she somehow lost this.

I do need a twist to set up the third act...

Agreed. As fun as it is watching someone dominate every field with relative ease, I would also love to see how she responds to an unexpected loss. Anger? Determination? A simple shrug of the shoulders and water off a ducks back?
Big credit to you on making a story that stirs conversation and emotion!

[Saxony Red Devil]

I reckon this story would take a much more interesting turn if she somehow lost this.

I do need a twist to set up the third act...

Agreed. As fun as it is watching someone dominate every field with relative ease, I would also love to see how she responds to an unexpected loss. Anger? Determination? A simple shrug of the shoulders and water off a ducks back?
Big credit to you on making a story that stirs conversation and emotion!

The absolute ultimate twist is Rick finally beats her at something haha

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yup, not unexpected to see Kylie win, just because of how she has been dominant in the other contests that we have seen her enter against men. Like Red Saxony Devil has said, it would be interesting to see her lose at something, just to see how she'd respond. It probably has been years and years the last time she has lost at something to her brother Rick, maybe it's time he comes up with something that he can beat her at? I know I love Kylie's awesome strength, muscles, and her abilities, but I guess the story loses some of it's luster when it becomes as predictable as it has become. But then again, it's still a hot read each and every single chapter. k+!

[WapWap]

Another great chapter.  I agree with everyone else that a twist is in order, although Kylie losing isn't the only path.  Rick could do something selfless for Kylie that shocks her to her core.  Not that its a twist, but I've played a scenario out in my head where Rick tries to run away from his family, Kylie hunts him down and makes him a prisoner in her Palace of Pump.

Anyway, awesome as always.  K+

[daviology]

Great story. Just wondering now, Kylie has super strength and based on the last story also seems to have super hearing. Moreover the universe has Superman in it . Is she somehow related to Superman, like a long lost sibling perhaps ?

[weaponzero]

I agree with the previous comments that we need to see Kylie lose at something.  She may win the war, but it would be nice to see Rick win a small battle, at least.  I dare say, at this point he needs to get some sort of small victory over Kylie in order for the story to keep from becoming stagnant.

[fp909]

Rick always seems like he's about to win a small battle but then Kylie pushes through her plateaus and proves him wrong. or loses her patience and there was never a plateau at all.

[Saxony Red Devil]

Rick always seems like he's about to win a small battle but then Kylie pushes through her plateaus and proves him wrong. or loses her patience and there was never a plateau at all.

"loses her patience and there was never a plateau at all." That's a great pick up, very true.

[Sicod]

Sister=Lucy
Rick=Charlie Brown

Possibility of Karlie losing anything=Football

[mattrius]

Here's a twist, he wakes up at the very end after Kylie is about to pop his head off with her legs and realizes the whole thing was just a dream... only to walk downstairs to hear Kylie say something about wanting to start lifting weights to her parents.

[weaponzero]

Here's my idea and hope:. As I mentioned before, the author has already mentioned Superman exists in this story continuity.  I'm assuming that means he's leading toward a confrontation between Kylie and Superman, which to be honest would be a dream come true for me.  It makes.perfect sense.  Kylie wants to spend the patriarchy.  But no matter who she beats and crushes, Superman still exists as the ultimate symbol of male supremacy.  Even if his intentions are good.  And Kylie needs to shatter that symbol if she's ever going to achieve her goal.

Having her actually lose at something and giving her brother the small personal victory that both he and the story needs could also fuel her drive to push herself to reach the levels needed to take on Superman.

Plus I'm going to be honest.  When. It was just Kylie it was one thing.  But when it became Allison and his mom too,it didn't just become about a female or even females dominating Rick, but rather, life shitting all over Rick again and again and again with no reprieve.  And that has to change.

[robby]

Rick should take a moment to think about how to defeat her. The fact is 1) she always accept any challenge her brother launch to her, just to prove him 2) she never lose.
He can turn this back to his own benefit.

So, if Rick challenge her with someting really stupid and unhealthy, like a hot-dog eating contest, or booze drinking contest, she will probably win and destroy herself.