Shark hunting. Spartacus

g! – was heard the voi

hirty-five years old. He looked very big and powerful, with a fashionably trimmed beard. Crunching his bones, the fighter stared inten

a muscular and also quite sturdy body. He shook his hands, balled his fingers in

t by the headlights of the cars surrounding the spectacle site

was time for the final round. The previou

nced the announcer, also the referee in one person. After some quick c

the audience shouted out, - my money

nicknamed Chugun, growled in displ

han he was thrown to the ground. Chugun with a sharp kick to the inside of his knee. And Spartacus settled down. After that, the latter tried to grab his neck from behind, jamming it into his elbow. But Spartacus turned his head to the side and didn't let him squeeze his trachea. With his free hand from behind, he grabbed Chugun by the chin. And with all his might, h