Beat the Gladiatrix 3
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Tatiana's taunting has gone so far as to have the college take up her offer for a challenge.
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Tatiana smiles an intimidating, toothy grin at the student, who shrinks back. “B… but you can still beat her, Coach! You're the best!"
“That I can," Miss Prim says, “But Tatiana here is paid for an appearance only. I highly doubt the show would appreciate it if I return their star attraction permanently out of order."
“Oh, don't you worry about that!" calls the Headmistress. A broad smile spreads across her elderly face as she says that. “The Matadora College has enough money in the budget to see such a spectacle."
“You must really not care about your PE teacher, then," Tatiana sneers, taking a step and looking down to the shorter woman. “Because if we are doing a real fight, then I'm going to smear her all over the floor while her students watch. Hah. Wouldn't that be a real life lesson for them, to see how futile their learning is?" She scans over the room, making eye contact with a few students. While some look away, Annabelle stares at her, standing as tall as her small frame will allow. The gladiatrix finishes, saying, “You pay so much money for such an education, but it's going to be worth nothing when the people you pay are dead."
She then turns to the Headmistress, flexing a bicep and slapping her arm in a taunt. “If you want to pay me the honor of destroying the 'oh-so-great' Miss Prim, then the offer is triple what you've already paid me."
The dean looks over to the Headmistress with a frown, but the Headmistress's smile does not waver. “That is an acceptable offer. It should cover the cost of returning you to the producers, as well as cover the asset loss."
The gladiatrix snorts and snarls at that, but shakes her head, a deep chuckle rising up from her throat. “Too bad. I have just enough respect for a twig like you to wish we were fighting in the arena right now. It's so humiliating to have to die here in some sweaty gym."
Miss Prim grips onto her sword, narrowing her eyes as she sizes the gladiatrix up, but the Headmistress coughs, breaking the staredown up.
“Actually, Tatiana," the Headmistress says. “Perhaps we could avoid having Miss Prim face you today outside of that 'oh-so-great' arena?"
Miss Prim and Tatiana both look over toward her, a mixture of confusion, annoyance and worry swirling between their expressions.
The Headmistress stands up, and all the girls bow before her as she does. “You see, Tatiana, a school gymnasium is no place for a warrior of Miss Prim's caliber. This is a place of learning for our students.
The dean nods at that, a smirk finally spreading across her face. “Oh, now this is intriguing," she says.
“I suggest that you face not Miss Prim, but one of her pupils. Then, if you win, we can schedule a match between the two of you. How does that sound for a reward for your efforts?"
Tatiana stares at her, slack-jawed. For a moment, the gladiatrix stands there, surprise upon her eyes. Then, her shoulders begin to quake. Her lips quiver, turning up into a smile. Then, from the depths of her throat rises up a laugh, soft at first, but soon, she slaps her hand against her forehead and arches her back, her uproarious laughter filling the gymnasium, echoes quaking as much as her muscles. Soon, she doubles over, holding onto her sides, tears rolling down her cheeks as she fights to breathe.
During this whole ordeal, the members of the Matadora College all remain quiet. Among them all, a few of the students take a step back, but Annabelle remains resolute.
Once the gladiatrix finally stops and stands up to her full defiant amazonian height, she shrugs and says, “Sure, if you want to end their tuition so soon by being humiliated and broken by the best gladiatrix in the business. So, which one of these twigs am I going to break today, hmm?"
The Headmistress looks directly at Annabelle and nods. “Annabelle, how about you?"
Just from the suggestion, the class erupts into applause and cheering. Miss Prim smiles and sheathes her weapon, nodding over toward her star student.
Annabelle herself smiles a pretty smile, and bows to her headmistress once more, before facing her opponent. “It would be my pleasure," she says.
“Oh, come on!" Tatiana says, sweeping her arm across the room. “You have your pick of all these twig women, and you pick the one who looks like she's half my height? If you really want me to fight Miss Prim, you don't have to throw away one of your students. Geeze."
“You'll find me a more capable opponent than you may imagine," Annabelle says, stepping up from her squad line.
Miss Prim motions to the class, and they spread out, heading to the bleachers themselves, leaving her, Annabelle, and Tatiana as the only people standing on the gymnasium.
“What I imagine," Tatiana says, taking some steps up to Annabelle, looming over the petite blonde and looking down at her with a neck craning down perhaps farther than it needed, “is the midget Miss Prim is sending a dwarf to fight me."
Annabelle just smiles, her pretty eyes scanning over her opponent now, glancing from head to toe.
Miss Prim heads over towards the weapons station and pulls the rapier swords free from the bin. “Then, let us get started."