"You're no match for this," said Naomi as she disrobed. Her black body was delectable. She was lean and toned. She was sure that she had won the opening battle of intimidation.

"Guess again," smiled Charlize as she removed her garments. As wonderful as Naomi's body was, even she knew she had been trumped and her eyes widened as she beheld the pale-pink glory of Charlize' body. Charlize' life as a dancer had formed a body of power and beauty that seemed otherworldly. She was like an ivory statue of a goddess come to life. The ruby red of her nipple glowed with power.

Charlize could see the faint hint of intimidation in Naomi's eyes.

"You still wanna do this, or would your rather quit?" mocked Charlize.

Naomi summoned her pride. She didn't want the blonde to know that she knew her body was a distant second. "I'm the real African," she growled, "I'm the queen of this land."

"This is my land too," roared Charlize like a blonde lioness, "I was born and raised here."

And with that, it was on.

Charlize and Naomi advanced towards each other and began to circle, looking for an opening. The dirt was hot and moist beneath their feet. Charlize was cool and determined. Naomi was smoldering with a savage fire. She made the first move and step in, throwing a hard hook at Charlize' face, which caught nothing but air as Charlize moved her head with cat-like grace. A straight jab from Naomi and another miss. Charlize, the dancer, was nimble. Naomi couldn't find an easy target. She lunged in again. Charlize stepped aside and countered with a hard shot to Naomi's ribs.

"Is that really the best you can do?" smirked Charlize.

Naomi steamed slightly. "Don't pop shit with me, bitch," she yelled as she lunged into Charlize.

Charlize was ready and met Naomi's face with a hard, straight shot, knocking her momentum back. On her toes, Charlize danced, her fists raised, her green eyes glimmering. She smiled a little.

Naomi renewed her attack with an animal anger. She seethed at the sight of the beautiful, confident blonde dancing in front of her. She wanted to blacken her pale skin with bruises.

"After I'm through with you, girl, your skin will be as dark as mine," Naoim roared. "Black 'n' blue!"

Charlize just smiled.

She quickly moved in and towards Charlize' left. She growled and stepped in with a multi-punch combination to Charlize' face. Charlize was able to dodge or block most of the blows, but a couple landed; stinging her cheek and lips. She sidestepped out and backed up. She felt a welt on her cheek. There was a trickle of blood from her lips.

"How about that now, bitch!?" laughed Naomi.

Charlize was calm. She stoked her cheek and wiped her lip. Her eyes narrowed to emerald slits. She moved forward slowly, pressing her own attack.

Pow-pow-pow!!

Like white lightning, three hard punches to Naomi's face sent her backpedaling and almost falling.

Charlize just stepped back and stared at her. Naomi stared back, almost confused.

Naomi moved in, a little more carefully now. She stepped in. Punches to the head and body came fast and furious. Charlize blocked the head blows, but two shots to the ribs made it through. She stepped out and countered with a hook to Naomi's face stopping the assault. Then she backed away and rubbed her side.

"That's just the beginning, blondie," roared Naomi.

"No," answered Charlize icily, "that's the beginning of the end for you."

A chill passed through Naomi's body. There was a finality to Charlize' words. Charlize began to walk forward as if taking a stroll. Naomi instinctively stepped back. Forward Charlize. Back Naomi. Forward Charlize. Back Naomi. Now Naomi's back was to the jungle brush.

"I'm the Queen," said Charlize commandingly.

And then she exploded. Punches came at a speed Naomi had never encountered before. Charlize' attack was like a savage ballet of movement and power. Three shots to Naomi's face. Then several blasts to her ribs. Naomi was bent over trying to scamper to the side, but Charlize circled to block her. A straight jab to the face. Then an uppercut. Now a hook spinning Naomi and sending her several steps back and down to the African dirt.

Charlize pounced on her with controlled violence. Her arms and fists flew like white windmills of terror upon her frightened black foe. They landed with savage thuds and blood flowed from Naomi's ebony face like water and covered Charlize' pale skin. Naomi passed into unconsciousness, but that wasn't enough to sate Charlize' anger. She grabbed Naomi's hair and pounded her head into the ground.

Then she stopped. Naomi was out cold. All was quiet in the jungle save for the malevolent breaths from Charlize' queenly lips.

When Naomi came to Charlize was straddling her neck.

"Okay, my beaten bitch," growled the haughty blonde, looking down on her beaten Black foe. "Who's the "African Queen"?

Naomi hesitated. Charlize slapped and backhanded her harshly. Naomi began to sob.

"I asked you a question, bitch," hissed Charlize.

"Y-You," stuttered the tearful Naomi. "You're the African Queen."

"And don't you ever forget it," sneered Charlize.

And with the tearful concession of her ebony rival, Charlize raised her body up and sat down on Naomi's face, grinding herself onto her and smothering her with her fantastic white ass.