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The analyst smirks, perhaps the first time she's actually smiled on this whole show. “Oh, well, I suppose you could call the guest mortality rate of this show 'high,' that is, if you only take a domestic audience into account."

“What are you talking about?" Miss Prim says. “Beat the Gladiatrix Show is an international competition".

“That it is," the analyst says, leaving it only at that.

It's at this point of the show that Betty points out the scenes of the crowd, watching in rapt attention as Miss Prim steps up and points her rapier to her next opponent. Two more left, and she can actually claim the prize of a perfect 6-0 victory for herself!

“Those fighters are really feeling the pressure," Miss Jones says. The gladiatrixes are so obsessed with being the most powerful and most intimidating women in the world, yet here these last couple are, sitting around and waiting as their battle sisters are defeated handily.

With so many slain so quickly, the clean-up crew hasn't had a chance to show up yet, but they do arrive, dragging off the limp forms of gladiatrix and blonde battler alike.

The hammer gladiatrix slams her weapon down into the ground, attacking Miss Prim before the final bodies are pulled from their spot. The petite blonde hops back, the booing of the crowd deafening the sounds of battle.

“That's really poor form," Miss Jones says, shaking her head.

“Someone should really stick it to that gladiatrix, says Betty." Oh, wait!" she says, motioning over towards Miss Prim.

“There's nothing against the rules of combat in what she did. She sees an opportunity and takes it. Really, the only real rule of beating a gladiatrix is to make sure the opponent is aware. Everything else is fair game."

Miss Prim hops up into the air, landing on the head of the hammer. The gladiatrix's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth agape. She can't lift her weapon with the petite blonde standing on it, and she takes a face full of sword hilt from Miss Prim's attack.

The surprise makes her let go of her hammer and fall backwards, holding her nose. Not the most elegant way to go, with a bloodied nose, but Miss Prim makes up for it by running up along the shaft, leaping up into the air, and stabbing downwards. She goes with such lightning speed that she runs her sword through the gladiatrix's abdomen, right in to the hilt before the larger woman could hit the ground. A huge cheer goes up from the crowd as the bewildered gladiatrix lets out a surprised cry of agony, and then tumbles to the ground as the blonde yanks her sword out.

Betty stands from her seat and pumps her fist. “That is the shot of the match, to be sure! You can't get any better than that, right?" she asks, looking to the analyst.

The analyst shrugs and says. “Everyone has something they're good at. I must admit, Miss Prim, aside from your lack of skill, you are a stylish fighter."

Miss Prim smiles and nods. “Hey, thanks. I'm always open to constructive criticism, too. Everyone has a chance to improve!"

“Says the woman who faced off against the gladiatrix champ after taking on all five of her friends!" Betty says, motioning back to the screen.

The Mistress of Ceremonies stands up, and she calls to the crowd. “Ladies and Gentlemen… I will allow a small break before this final bout, enough to determine that there has been no foul play!"

Miss Prim sheathes her weapon and faces off against her sixth and final opponent. The fierce, naked gladiatrix stands defiant, her legs spread apart, her sword out and to the side, and her other hand upon her hip. Her thick bush of pubic hair protrudes defiantly from her crotch. Both have lost companions this day, and both feel the real burning of battle.

Miss Jones comes down from the visitor box, followed by the largest muscled woman anyone has ever seen. This is not just an amazon, she is a goddess of battle, but unlike the gladiatrixes, she covers herself in a black dress. This woman, the head of the gladiatrix division, looks to Miss Prim, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinizes her.

Microphones are brought to both women, and the leader of the gladiatrix division nods and says. “She's good," before turning toward her champion.

Miss Jones shakes her head, tutting a bit as she looks over the bronzed, naked body of the rapier-wielding gladiatrix. “My, my, you are of good stock, aren't you? You could give Miss Prim a run for her money, for sure."

The gladiatrix snatches the microphone from the Headmistress and thunders past her, stepping up closer towards Miss Prim. “Don't think you've won just because you beat the others. I'm going to destroy you, you little blonde bitch! I'm going to rub your pretty blonde face into my crotch before I kill you! I'm going to cut you to pieces and leave you out for the worms to feast on! You're nothing, and I'll make you nothing!" she tosses the microphone behind her and readies her weapon.

The two leaders share glances with one another and then return to their boxes, their own rivalry playing out between these two combatants.

“This must have been a real tough time for ya, having fought all those others already, seeing everyone die before them. And this is the one that took out Roberta." Betty taps her cue cards, a little nervous towards what Prim would have to say.

“Oh… yes, indeed," Miss Prim says, sighing though, and stroking her ponytail. “The pressure certainly was on. If you look, you can see the most imperceptible shuddering in my blade as I stood there."

Betty, Miss Jones, and the analyst all look forward. Sure enough, her rapier shudders just a little bit, which can be seen as the camera pans over her form. Sweat glows over her from after all the fights, and her white outfit has some dirt scuffs, but she manages to not be as tarnished as the gladiatrix, despite her lack of fights.