The Blonde And The African God - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович

  But it still hurt, and his cheek, from the steel knuckles, also breaking logs, breaking bricks, turned blue.

  Albina gasped, her chest bruised, and her jaw nearly broke. At least the teeth didn't fly out.

  Girl, landed, has moved away from another strike and cut in the answer. Then she broke the distance again. Her chest and half her face ached, but Albina knew how to localize suffering.

  The blonde terminator walked away from her opponent's attack, and even kicked her in the chin with her heel.

  So rudely swore. She moved slowly, her nose was completely broken, her eyes were swollen and could see almost nothing.

  Albina attacks her again. Girl thrashes series of fists, in face. Then breaks the distance. And again with his fists. And ends with a heel.

  And again, the strokes, Lady Kong staggered stronger.

  Albina as experienced fighter understood, titanium heads not case, and a series of strikes would still Yes will affect. This is in a computer game, from the blows decreases the life line. And she strikes again. Series, three, two, series. Shock heel, kick with your Shin. And a powerful blow in bypassing on the back of the head.

  The opponent again cry foul, because of the mouth come out bloody bubbles.

  Albina beats her even harder, although she also feels tired. But nothing now will have a second wind. Didn't Albina run through the mountains with a load? She had fought and would fight and win.

  Lady Kong staggered, and after a bare, round, hard heel hit her chin once more, she leaned on her long, gorilla-like hands. It was obvious that it was hard for her to stand.

  Albina made fists sharper and has carried a series of, on temples. Lady Kong hummed and fell to her stomach with a nod.

  The blonde terminator slammed the edge of her hand into the back of her neck. She struck professionally, as if breaking a meter of slate, or five or six bricks in a row.

  Lady Kong wheezed, her heavy-booted feet twitching. Perhaps, not such beautiful she has feet as have Albina and this warrior preferred, put on shoes.

  The blonde terminator did not like shoes, hardened from infancy she did not freeze in the cold, and adored hardening. In Moscow walked barefoot, in a light summer dress even for the New year. She did not mind the puzzled looks of passers-by.

  But what the heck. In addition, looking at her bare legs and arms, people paid attention primarily to the relief of muscles, and large knuckles of the fist. With such a girl should not joke, and the growth of almost two meters. And his eyes... Burn like sapphires, beautiful Aryan Princess. Her face is so expressive, even Regal. Frankly a Princess of great blood!

  Alvina slapped lady Kong's bull neck once more with all her strength, then flipped It over in one swift movement. She placed her bare, seductively perfect foot on the giant woman's bloody chest.

  The referee, who had been in a safe place the whole time, ran up, and immediately began to count.

  More precisely, he struck against Lady Kong's ear. On the third blow, the bully moved slightly.

  The referee smiled:

  - No fixed hold!

  Alvina bent down and stabbed her index finger into the carotid artery in the giant woman's neck. She was blind, and she heard snoring... Alvin, again put his muscular, bare foot on the big, like the udder of a Buffalo chest Lady Kong.

  The referee beat loudly and counted slowly.

  - One!

  Pause...

  - Two...

  The pause is even longer...

  - Three!

  Then he raised his hand to albine, exclaiming:

  - Victory!

  The doctors rushed in. They picked up the battered, bloodied Lady Kong, put on an oxygen mask, and put her on a stretcher. And then immediately four the most healthy its have borne.

  Albina was awarded three gold belts, the champion versions of which were owned by the defeated giant woman. And the blonde terminator added them to her own.

  Then she exclaimed:

  - Victory!

  The audience gave a long standing ovation. There was applause.

  Then Albina went to her room. There she lay down. Two sports boys smeared her body with oil and began to do a massage. Albina relaxed. She is now a world champion in fights without rules and a millionaire in dollars.

  Yes, this is very good! The dream she had cherished since she was a baby had come true-to be the strongest in the world! And she was, and even in the heavyweight category plus ninety pounds! Who was she now? She is great and a hero!

  And now he can finally buy on credit a three-storey marble mansion with a fountain and a garden!

  Then suddenly she remembered Tom And her heart ached. Could she not be his wife? I wanted to see him again. Those black eyes, dark chocolate skin, sculpted muscles, molded, drawn. Oh, I must have the courage to meet Tom myself.

  Why, indeed, prejudice? That she's not a world champion or a superstar!

  Albina asked the girl who was watching the massage, apparently envying the relief of the champion's muscles: