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"Olga is not through yet! No one can beat me!" she shouted bitterly, wagging her glove angrily at everyone who watched her as she caught a furtive second wind. Giovanni held his hand up to keep her from moving until the bell sounded. She had to take the standing eight count, though what she really wanted was a bare knuckled brawl. We had to abide by the rules. Once the bell rang, she charged at me in blind fury. Her people winced as if they could feel her pain! She ran headlong into a series of hard jabs, her face opening up like a rag doll's being torn apart by a spoiled brat! Her arms flexed and flailed, unable to coordinate themselves to throw a single punch. Her hard, thick legs were buckling like falling timber, but she refused to fall from sheer spite. 
I lost count of the blows I was planting firmly into her face and her face was as abstract as a Picasso, so I decided to work on her formerly symmetrical physique, her ripped muscle cut from within by shards of broken bone. I slammed a right cross into her ribs yet again and a left and another right. She was spitting up something that didn't look like blood, what was coming out of her was a blackish green bile that seem to be coming from somewhere deep within her busted up body. She was vomiting and bleeding at once, staggering and still trying to hold up her gloves to block the punches that were getting through easily. Her head gyrated on her neck and her blind fury was nothing but blindness. Puddles of blood formed beneath her wherever she stood still for too long and the whole ring had a carpet of her guts strewn from one end to the other. Even Giovanni couldn't help getting splashed by flying blood and he began too look very frightened. "Sherry!" he cried out and the sound of his voice came into my ears as a heartfelt plea for mercy. I took a good look at the swaying battered blonde and decided that for his sake I would end the massacre. I wound up my right arm and Olga didn't even notice it coming up from below until it sunk into her belly and lifted her completely off her large heavy feet, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides. She flew through the air and landed on her big hard butt with a shuddering thud right in the middle of the mess she had made of the ring's canvas. Her head lolled and she vomited once again before collapsing onto her back unconscious and barely breathing at all. Giovanni ran to me, lifted my glove into the sweltering air and pronounced me the winner by a knockout! I was so proud I grabbed him and planted a big wet kiss right on his lips in front of everyone. His face turned beet red and I lifted my bloody glove to my mouthpiece and chuckled girlishly. "I think I need a shower," I whispered to him and he nodded gravely. | |
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