Steel Works Showdown, part 3

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There was a whipping sound that cut through the air like a knife as Jane Smith swung around at Olga Yezhov with her right foot. The kick was deflected by the big Russian, as was the left hook that directly followed it. The Soviet Superwoman balled her own left fist and brought it around, connecting with the side of Smith's head. Undeterred, American Hero swung with her left again. Olga locked it up with right arm, pinning her hand between her elbow and forearm and returned another punishing left to the face. As Hero doubled over slightly from the tremendous impact, Olga drove her knee upwards smashing her ribs on the left side. There was a wet popping sound as several of them were bent beyond their ability, snapping them. The amazonian blonde ground her teeth together to hold in her yelp of pain and took a few steps backward. She lashed out at her with a strong kick that Olga just barely side-stepped out of the way from. With a snarl she swung around with her other leg slamming it into the Soviet's arm since Olga had moved back into a defensive stance. Another kick collided with her opposite arm and then he raven-haired woman was forced to fall back and dodge as her other foot swung wide again. It caught the air again, missing it's intended target.

Olga exhaled through her nostril hard and moved just as a fist drove towards her on the right. Smith wasn't pausing. She was completely on offensive, but she was angry...making mistakes. Her swings were wide and off-balance, giving Olga openings that she normally wouldn't have. The Russian swung, punching her black gloved fist into the same spot where her opponent's ribs were fractured or broken. Jane let out a cry this time and seized up. Olga dove around behind her, flying up a few inches and coming down on her back with her elbow. The impact was hard and staggered the bigger woman to her knees. The Soviet juggernaut raised up to pummel her with another elbow shot, but Smith regained herself enough to catch it and used the heroines own momentum to throw her over her shoulder. Olga landed on her back. Looking up she saw Smith's fist coming down directly over her face. With blinding speed she grabbed hold of her wrist with both hands and it was now American Hero's turn to be tossed onto her back.

The blonde was scrambling in the dirt to get back to her feet when Olga pounced on top of her. Smith took two solid shots to the face, the first one breaking her nose and the second one knocking out several of her teeth. Smith heard her say something in Russian, but had no idea what it was. She raised her arm up and blocked the Soviet's next incoming punch and flipped her face around across the Russian's midsection. Using all of the strength she could muster into her incredible thighs she snapped Olga off of her, sending her rolling in the opposite direction. Smith got back to her feet at just about the same time Olga manged to. The massively built American lunged at her with another powerful kick, only to have it miss as her opponent dodged around it. Olga curled her lips defiantly and drove a fist into the woman's exposed back, right above her kidneys. Smith turned with the blow and met another shot to the side of her face. Her arm lashed out at Olga, who caught the red, white and blue costume that clung to it. This time Smith's foot found it's mark, kicking the Soviet in the abdomen. The super-soldier grunted and took a few steps back and Smith pressed her advantage, driving her foot into the Russian woman's stomach again and much harder this time.

Impact from the second blow drove Olga back several yards into the side of one of the massive furnaces, the collision echoing through the steel works. She clutched her injured six-pack and shook her head to the side. The pain as excruciating...had to be some internal bleeding. The noise of something heavy being ripped from it's steel moorings called her attention back to her foe. American Hero was lifting one of the furnaces free, rending and tearing loose the several ton piece of industrial equipment. She smirked at Olga as she raised it up above her head with both hands, her incredible 24-inch biceps bulging. Sweat and filth rolled off her nearly nude body, her once proud costume nothing but shreds and stars. Her already formidable breasts seemed to defy gravity, helped by rigid pecs that allowed them to remain remarkably firm. Her abdomen looked like it was chiseled out of raw steel. The thigh muscles of her legs were barrel- like as she hefted up the enormous machinery.

"This place is going to double as your tomb bitch!" The Georgia-born woman bellowed as she began to rush towards her.

Olga raced forward to meet her, both of them arriving in seconds from their amazing speeds. If she could get in close, there was no way Smith was going to be able to swing such an unwieldy object accurately, nor would she want to drop it crashing down on her own head. Hero reared back to bring the incredible object crashing down upon her when the Russian suddenly took to flight and rocketed into her at super-sonic speeds. Smith's eyes went wide as her hated foe drove a powerful knee up into her face followed by a devastating right hook. Jane's head rolled violently to the side and she staggered, still holding the gigantic equipment above her head. A left punch held her in place and cut open her cheek with a spray of crimson. Olga's teeth flashed with furious rage as she drove her back with another double shot to her still crippled ribs. Smith was stunned and her grip on the furnace was beginning to slip. It wasn't possible! The Soviet Superwoman drove another fist into her face blackening her eye almost immediately, popping all the blood vessels within it. Then with a cry like Thor she brought her boot-heel down onto Jane's left thigh with all of her strength before bounding up and out of the way.

It was enough.

The giant piece of machinery came down on Smith who didn't even have enough time to scream. Tons of solid steel drove downwards, creating a cacophony of sounds that deafened the super-heroine momentarily as she scrambled up and out of the way, coming to land on the nearby network of girders. There was nothing but a plume of dirt and a cloud of debris. Olga strained her glacier blue eyes to pierce it but couldn't. She sat and waited an anxious several seconds as the cloud dissipated enough for her to see if Jane had pulled herself out. The Russian super-soldier doubted it was enough to kill the American Hero, but she hoped it was enough blunt force trauma to rob her of consciousness. Several pieces of the heavy steel structure began to shake and slide away. Olga cursed under her breath again and flew back down to ground level. Smith was digging herself out and this fight would continue. Nyet...it had to end now. The massive Soviet-engineered woman grabbed a giant piece of the furnace and with her incredible strength lifted it up and tossed it aside. Then she grabbed several smaller pieces and did the same until she saw the big woman's tanned shoulder.

Soviet Superwoman latched onto her arm and hefted her amazon opponent half out of the rubble. Smith was in bad shape. She was bleeding and bruised with multiple fractures and broken bones. The woman was healing to be sure, as Olga would (and had on several occasions) in her state, but the the trick was to get her unconscious now before she was given much more time. Olga reared back and punched her in the face again. Smith's head snapped back and hit the broken steel frame of the furnace. She moaned, but didn't go out. The communist heroine made ready to give her another shot, this time with more behind it when a lance of incredible agony shot through her left thigh. Looking down she saw the handle of a slender blade jutting from her leg, blood seeping and draining from the vicious wound. Olga fell back and away from Smith, ripping the knife free and tossing it away. The wound was deep and had just missed her femoral artery. A throaty, gurgling chuckle came from Jane Smith as she tried to pull herself free. Her breathing was labored and she was crawling loose from the twisted pile of metal.

"Remember that blade...you should...it belonged to my father. I'm told it cut your vile flesh. I had to bend it back...make repairs where you tried to ruin it. I was going to use it to cut out your fucking heart after I beat you...maybe I'll use it on someone you care about instead..."

Olga had heard enough. She moved back over to Smith, ignoring the pain in her leg and grabbed her by the wig that was attached to her mask. Smith was swung onto her back violently and Olga finished connecting with the punch she had intended moments earlier. Then she drove a second fist home. Then a third. Smith flailed and her arms grabbed at the Russian's arms, but they were to no avail. Olga hit her again, each hit ravaging her beautiful face into a network of blood, spittle and shattered teeth. After that she grabbed the matted blond wig and bore directly into her eyes with her own.

"Nyet Jane Smith...you are going back to Tartarus...this time for a long time. The star insignia I wear on my collar is micro-transmitter. All of this has been recorded...your attack on me...your threats to innocent people...your insane ramblings about what is best for this nation. I had it put in before I come here so you could have that day in court you so wanted."

With that the Soviet Superwoman stepped away, visibly shaking with anger. She hoped that the transmitter had not been too damaged in their battle and was glad that O.D.I.N. took the time to recommend it to her as she was leaving. This new era of technology was still bewildering to her at times, but this was one occasion that made her smile despite the pain she was in. No-one would have expected her to do it, least of all a loud-mouthed bigot like Jane Smith. Smith lay there moaning softly, limp as a rag doll. All the fight was either beaten or emotionally drained out of her. Much tougher than even she had assumed, Smith had still not lost consciousness. As soon as the wound to her leg had healed, which would be in the next few minutes she was sure, Olga was going to make a special flight back to Tartarus to return her.

To be continued...

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No Kirk...the game's not over yet...

A massive thanks to for creating this masterpiece of muscular female, hero on Hero combat! It is absolutely perfect and I could not ask for anything better. You are the master sir.

A big thanks also to to my dear friend for making this chapter possible.

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

For those interested this was the music I was listening to: [link]

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