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Jane closed the distance in a fraction of a second, lashing out with a powerful right hook. The tall Russian soldier side-stepped it and fired back with a series of rapid body blows to her American rival. A one-two combination to her mid-section followed by a rabbit punch to the face, all thrown at lightning fast speeds with enough force to punch holes in solid steel. Olga didn't want this fight to go the distance. Best to just take her down hard and fast. Her fists felt like they were punching solid stone when they hit Smith but the amazonian woman went down, her body impacting on the gravel, kicking up little dust devils all around her. Olga stood in a defensive Systema posture and moved around in front of her as she was picking herself up.

"Stay down Jane Smith. This is not a fight you can win." Olga said with a hint of menace.

The American Hero spun around and was back on her feet. The Soviet Superwoman swung with her right gloved fist, but it sailed past missing it's target. Smith ducked underneath it and came in a body-blow of her own, followed up with a crushing punch to her opponent's face. Olga staggered back momentarily dazed, and as she did so Smith came around and connected with her cheek on the opposite side. Now it was the Russian's turn to hit the ground hard.

"Arrogant drunk dyke, I think you'll find me more than your match." Smith replied snarkily.

Olga cursed to herself in her native tongue and came up with another right. Jane batted it away with a pop like a thunder-crack. The Russian tried a second time with the same result. Smith knocked her fist aside and continued to back up. Frustrated, Olga threw a third punch. This time Smith knocked it down to the opposite side and retaliated with a gloved fist directly to Olga's nose. She could feel the big woman's cartilage bust and a swelling of blood as the Soviet was knocked backwards and away. Soviet Superwoman was bend over and clutching her injured face, blood leaking between her fingers. The perfect opportunity to strike! Jane rushed towards her hunched back only to be met with an elbow jab to her chest. For a moment the wind was knocked out of her and the next thing she saw was Olga's fist rearing back and slamming her in the face. For the second time, American Hero hit the ground, this time with a bloodied lip and a few loose teeth. She moved to get back to her feet and the Russian smashed into her cheek again, dropping her back to the earth.

Smith landed on her shoulder blade and let out a yelp of pain. Her opponent took a step back and resumed her defensive stance, wiping away the blood from under her injured nose. With a growl the American Hero flew back to her feet and swung with both hands, her fingers interlocked in a hay-maker. This time Olga blocked the wild swing, knocking Smith off-balance before colliding her fist with the blonde's head again. Hero dropped down to her knees, catching herself from being dropped to the ground once again. The massively build, dark-haired woman grabbed her by her fake locks and the sides of her mask, pulling her head up to punch her. Smith let go of the ground since Olga was now holding her upright and delivered a shot directly under her ribs. The Slavic woman bent over coughing and Smith came up with a tremendous headbutt under her chin. As she was falling backwards, American Hero grabbed a hold of the chains clasping the front of her cape and pulled her forward into a second powerful head butt. The Soviet's head snapped back as she was released to collapse onto the bloodied pavement.

The muscular American raised her boot up to crush her opponent's skull. She wanted to grind this Soviet bitch's brains and bones together into a pulp. The body would be enough to identify her with clearly when she threw it down in front of the White House. As it came down Olga rolled out of the way, kicking out with her long, incredibly defined leg and sweeping Hero's feet out from under her. The southern girl came down on her back with a shattering amount of force and a pain-filled grunt. Olga shook off her recent injuries and took a few steps back. This wasn't going to be quick as she had hoped. Smith was just as strong and fast as she was and sadly also as impervious to harm. The American was already stumbling back to her feet, her eyes filled with a seething malice. She let out a cry of pure rage and charged Olga head-on at super-speeds. The Russian blocked the shot that was aimed for her face, but the two blows to her ribs drove her backwards. She could feel the bones splintering and cracking under the incredible strength Smith was bringing to bear on her. Her back hit the brick wall of one of the buildings. She hadn't realized just how far Smith had knocked her back with this flurry of punches. Doubled over she offered no defense as Hero caught her with an uppercut that smashed her partially through the wall. Shards of brick and mortar flew in all directions.

As Smith moved to punch her again, the Soviet super-soldier came back with a series of her own brutal punches, first with one to the side of her face, then another two to her abdomen. Jane was taken aback and Olga grabbed her in a head-lock while she was reeling. Using her own short burst of speed, the beautiful Russian warrior unleashed a series of rapid-fire blows to Smith's face with her free right hand. She then grabbed a hold of her back and threw the battered woman head over heels through the already wounded brick wall. Like a wrecking ball, American Hero crashed straight through it rolling a few feet before colliding with a large piece of equipment, knocking it over on it's side. Olga wasn't sure what the machine was...perhaps a crane of some type? In any event it began to leak fuel of some kind all over Smith and the ground. The Soviet Superwoman narrowed her eyes, which flashed red for a moment.

There was tremendous explosion that swept through the building, leveling it in seconds. The brick walls exploded outwards in a terrific fireball. Smith screamed as she was blown clear, her costume shredding into flaming pieces. She was blown back outside and came down in a rain of debris and burning metal. Olga covered herself from the explosion with her cape, reducing it cinders. Her own costume had not fared as well either. Soviet Superwoman looked over as Smith tried desperately to stand. She was wobbly and her hearing was gone for the moment. As her eyes focused she could see Olga walking towards her across a field of burning wreckage and smoke. It was vision of hell, that hammer and sickle standing out through it all like the standard of the devil himself. Smith shook her head and activated her flying harness. It was still operational thank God and she jetted upwards into a network of steel girders and away from the carnage below. Olga took off after her, at first believing that she was taking the battle into the city where she would be forced to save the innocent lives Jane put into harm's path.

Once again her eyes flashed red and twin beams of concentrated lasers scorched through the air towards Smith. The big American woman reached out with her open palms to deflect the blasts away from the rest of her body. She caught them head-on and the red beams began to spark and hiss as they made contact. The lasers hurt like hell as they cut and burned the seemingly invulnerable flesh of her hands, her gloves melting instantly into puddles of dripping goo. Smoke began to rise from them and the American let out another cry of pain as Olga continued to fly closer, intensifying the beams strength. Jane Smith's cries of anguish soon turned to bellows of fury as she locked eyes with her communist foe through the flickering red light.

"I WILL KILL YOU OLGA! I WILL RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF AND USE IT AS A FUCKING TOILET!"

With another roar of contempt Smith forced the blasts down and away. The fiery beams of light ripped through several steel beams in the split second before Olga shut them down, cutting thick black lines. American Hero, her hands trembling and searing with smoking, third-degree burns grabbed on of the steel girders nearest her and pulled it free, grinding her teeth in agony. Swinging it like Thor, she brought the girder down on the Russian woman's collarbone shattering it from the force. The sound of metal striking bone echoed through the steel works. Olga plunged downwards back towards the earth with Jane leaping after her. Maia's wife bounced off another beam in the framework like a rag-doll before slamming into the ground below. Smith landed nearby with a heavy thud and immediately continued her assault, the girder over her shoulder like it was a baseball bat. Olga struggled to get back to her feet, trying to block out the pain that was lancing through her upper body. Jane raised the girder up over her head with both hands, swinging it downwards in what she hoped was a crushing death-blow.

Olga just managed to get out of the path of the falling object. It struck the ground with such force that sparks flew up and a hole was punched through the asphalt and gravel. With another snarl of rage Jane whipped it back up and swung it around in an arc. This time the Russian juggernaut ducked under it and drove her boot into Smith's side. Smith dropped the girder as she was knocked back and Olga kicked it a few yards out of the way as she moved towards her stumbling opponent. The red and gray clad heroine delivered a punishing blow to the face of her opponent, followed by a shot to her side. Grabbing a hold of what remained of her cape, Jane lifted Olga off the ground and slammed her down into a pile-driver, shaking the rusted steel blast furnaces nearby from her impact. She then took hold of the Russian's leg and swung her around to drive her into the ground on the opposite side with a sickening crunch. Olga bounced and landed a few feet away from where she had hit. Smith was standing there watching her as she picked herself up once again. Both women were tired, bloodied and what was left of their costumes offered no modesty for their ripped, amazonian bodies. The pain in Olga's collarbone and left arm was still sharp despite her body's incredible regenerative powers...powers that Jane herself possessed. The woman's hands were only slightly pink now as she tightened them into fists once more. When she spoke her voice quavered with anger.

"Ready for round two Olga?"

To be continued...

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Artwork was commissioned by the amazingly talented friend of mine

Soviet Superwoman, American Hero and the story are all my property and creations.

This takes place in the universe of stories.

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Jane closed the distance in a fraction of a second, lashing out with a powerful right hook. The tall Russian soldier side-stepped it and fired back with a series of rapid body blows to her American rival. A one-two combination to her mid-section followed by a rabbit punch to the face, all thrown at lightning fast speeds with enough force to punch holes in solid steel. Olga didn't want this fight to go the distance. Best to just take her down hard and fast. Her fists felt like they were punching solid stone when they hit Smith but the amazonian woman went down, her body impacting on the gravel, kicking up little dust devils all around her. Olga stood in a defensive Systema posture and moved around in front of her as she was picking herself up.

"Stay down Jane Smith. This is not a fight you can win." Olga said with a hint of menace.

The American Hero spun around and was back on her feet. The Soviet Superwoman swung with her right gloved fist, but it sailed past missing it's target. Smith ducked underneath it and came in a body-blow of her own, followed up with a crushing punch to her opponent's face. Olga staggered back momentarily dazed, and as she did so Smith came around and connected with her cheek on the opposite side. Now it was the Russian's turn to hit the ground hard.

"Arrogant drunk dyke, I think you'll find me more than your match." Smith replied snarkily.

Olga cursed to herself in her native tongue and came up with another right. Jane batted it away with a pop like a thunder-crack. The Russian tried a second time with the same result. Smith knocked her fist aside and continued to back up. Frustrated, Olga threw a third punch. This time Smith knocked it down to the opposite side and retaliated with a gloved fist directly to Olga's nose. She could feel the big woman's cartilage bust and a swelling of blood as the Soviet was knocked backwards and away. Soviet Superwoman was bend over and clutching her injured face, blood leaking between her fingers. The perfect opportunity to strike! Jane rushed towards her hunched back only to be met with an elbow jab to her chest. For a moment the wind was knocked out of her and the next thing she saw was Olga's fist rearing back and slamming her in the face. For the second time, American Hero hit the ground, this time with a bloodied lip and a few loose teeth. She moved to get back to her feet and the Russian smashed into her cheek again, dropping her back to the earth.

Smith landed on her shoulder blade and let out a yelp of pain. Her opponent took a step back and resumed her defensive stance, wiping away the blood from under her injured nose. With a growl the American Hero flew back to her feet and swung with both hands, her fingers interlocked in a hay-maker. This time Olga blocked the wild swing, knocking Smith off-balance before colliding her fist with the blonde's head again. Hero dropped down to her knees, catching herself from being dropped to the ground once again. The massively build, dark-haired woman grabbed her by her fake locks and the sides of her mask, pulling her head up to punch her. Smith let go of the ground since Olga was now holding her upright and delivered a shot directly under her ribs. The Slavic woman bent over coughing and Smith came up with a tremendous headbutt under her chin. As she was falling backwards, American Hero grabbed a hold of the chains clasping the front of her cape and pulled her forward into a second powerful head butt. The Soviet's head snapped back as she was released to collapse onto the bloodied pavement.

The muscular American raised her boot up to crush her opponent's skull. She wanted to grind this Soviet bitch's brains and bones together into a pulp. The body would be enough to identify her with clearly when she threw it down in front of the White House. As it came down Olga rolled out of the way, kicking out with her long, incredibly defined leg and sweeping Hero's feet out from under her. The southern girl came down on her back with a shattering amount of force and a pain-filled grunt. Olga shook off her recent injuries and took a few steps back. This wasn't going to be quick as she had hoped. Smith was just as strong and fast as she was and sadly also as impervious to harm. The American was already stumbling back to her feet, her eyes filled with a seething malice. She let out a cry of pure rage and charged Olga head-on at super-speeds. The Russian blocked the shot that was aimed for her face, but the two blows to her ribs drove her backwards. She could feel the bones splintering and cracking under the incredible strength Smith was bringing to bear on her. Her back hit the brick wall of one of the buildings. She hadn't realized just how far Smith had knocked her back with this flurry of punches. Doubled over she offered no defense as Hero caught her with an uppercut that smashed her partially through the wall. Shards of brick and mortar flew in all directions.

As Smith moved to punch her again, the Soviet super-soldier came back with a series of her own brutal punches, first with one to the side of her face, then another two to her abdomen. Jane was taken aback and Olga grabbed her in a head-lock while she was reeling. Using her own short burst of speed, the beautiful Russian warrior unleashed a series of rapid-fire blows to Smith's face with her free right hand. She then grabbed a hold of her back and threw the battered woman head over heels through the already wounded brick wall. Like a wrecking ball, American Hero crashed straight through it rolling a few feet before colliding with a large piece of equipment, knocking it over on it's side. Olga wasn't sure what the machine was...perhaps a crane of some type? In any event it began to leak fuel of some kind all over Smith and the ground. The Soviet Superwoman narrowed her eyes, which flashed red for a moment.

There was tremendous explosion that swept through the building, leveling it in seconds. The brick walls exploded outwards in a terrific fireball. Smith screamed as she was blown clear, her costume shredding into flaming pieces. She was blown back outside and came down in a rain of debris and burning metal. Olga covered herself from the explosion with her cape, reducing it cinders. Her own costume had not fared as well either. Soviet Superwoman looked over as Smith tried desperately to stand. She was wobbly and her hearing was gone for the moment. As her eyes focused she could see Olga walking towards her across a field of burning wreckage and smoke. It was vision of hell, that hammer and sickle standing out through it all like the standard of the devil himself. Smith shook her head and activated her flying harness. It was still operational thank God and she jetted upwards into a network of steel girders and away from the carnage below. Olga took off after her, at first believing that she was taking the battle into the city where she would be forced to save the innocent lives Jane put into harm's path.

Once again her eyes flashed red and twin beams of concentrated lasers scorched through the air towards Smith. The big American woman reached out with her open palms to deflect the blasts away from the rest of her body. She caught them head-on and the red beams began to spark and hiss as they made contact. The lasers hurt like hell as they cut and burned the seemingly invulnerable flesh of her hands, her gloves melting instantly into puddles of dripping goo. Smoke began to rise from them and the American let out another cry of pain as Olga continued to fly closer, intensifying the beams strength. Jane Smith's cries of anguish soon turned to bellows of fury as she locked eyes with her communist foe through the flickering red light.

"I WILL KILL YOU OLGA! I WILL RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF AND USE IT AS A FUCKING TOILET!"

With another roar of contempt Smith forced the blasts down and away. The fiery beams of light ripped through several steel beams in the split second before Olga shut them down, cutting thick black lines. American Hero, her hands trembling and searing with smoking, third-degree burns grabbed on of the steel girders nearest her and pulled it free, grinding her teeth in agony. Swinging it like Thor, she brought the girder down on the Russian woman's collarbone shattering it from the force. The sound of metal striking bone echoed through the steel works. Olga plunged downwards back towards the earth with Jane leaping after her. Maia's wife bounced off another beam in the framework like a rag-doll before slamming into the ground below. Smith landed nearby with a heavy thud and immediately continued her assault, the girder over her shoulder like it was a baseball bat. Olga struggled to get back to her feet, trying to block out the pain that was lancing through her upper body. Jane raised the girder up over her head with both hands, swinging it downwards in what she hoped was a crushing death-blow.

Olga just managed to get out of the path of the falling object. It struck the ground with such force that sparks flew up and a hole was punched through the asphalt and gravel. With another snarl of rage Jane whipped it back up and swung it around in an arc. This time the Russian juggernaut ducked under it and drove her boot into Smith's side. Smith dropped the girder as she was knocked back and Olga kicked it a few yards out of the way as she moved towards her stumbling opponent. The red and gray clad heroine delivered a punishing blow to the face of her opponent, followed by a shot to her side. Grabbing a hold of what remained of her cape, Jane lifted Olga off the ground and slammed her down into a pile-driver, shaking the rusted steel blast furnaces nearby from her impact. She then took hold of the Russian's leg and swung her around to drive her into the ground on the opposite side with a sickening crunch. Olga bounced and landed a few feet away from where she had hit. Smith was standing there watching her as she picked herself up once again. Both women were tired, bloodied and what was left of their costumes offered no modesty for their ripped, amazonian bodies. The pain in Olga's collarbone and left arm was still sharp despite her body's incredible regenerative powers...powers that Jane herself possessed. The woman's hands were only slightly pink now as she tightened them into fists once more. When she spoke her voice quavered with anger.

"Ready for round two Olga?"

To be continued...

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Artwork was commissioned by the amazingly talented friend of mine

Soviet Superwoman, American Hero and the story are all my property and creations.

This takes place in the universe of stories.