Beat the Ninja Girl 6
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Miss Prim's final match in her crowning achievement is watched by everyone, and a new challenger approaches...
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The mistress of ceremonies returns to her podium, raises up her hand, and announces. “FIGHT!”
The sand kicks up as the two warrior women clash their blades upon one another. The grace and speed at which each rapier-wielder face each other is like a blur before the television. That’s why they go into slow motion recaps of each of their shots. With each attack the gladiatrix makes, Miss Prim parries it and pushes forward. But with each attack that Miss Prim makes, the gladiatrix dodges as well.
“That’s ridiculous,” Betty says. “How many ferocious gladiatrixes do you need to kill to tire yourself down?”
“Actually, Betty,” Miss Prim says. “I was quite exhausted there. Notice how I missed that last hit? I could have ended it there…”
“Yes,” The analyst says, “but you chose not to.”
Miss Jones leans forward, a smirk on her face. “Is our foreign analyst finally warming up to my star instructor’s technique?”
“A speedy victory would have made a much better fight,” she says. “Instead, Miss Prim opts to play with the final opponent, instead of giving her rival a proper vengeance.”
Miss Prim grips onto her skirt. “Miss, please, I am a fighter, I assure you. I don’t like your tone when it comes to how I choose to honor the memory of the fallen.”
“You dishonor them,” the analyst retorts, “and you teach young girls to be as dishonorable and as pompous as you are.”
Miss Prim shuts up, focusing instead on the fight.
Both of the women onscreen are sweaty and dusty from their fight, the two showing no signs of letting up as they size each other up once more.
Her mind focused on the presentation, Miss Prim speaks in a quiet, stoic voice. “I knew, then and there, that I couldn’t play with this fighter. I had to take her out in one shot, no matter the cost.”
“What comes next does come as a shock,” Betty says. “But really, it is filled with your distinct style.”
The two wait for each other, and the camera focuses on the gladiatrix. A drop of sweat dangles from her nose, forming a larger and larger dollop, until finally it falls down, splashing onto the sand.
At that moment, the two warriors fly at each other, the fierce naked gladiatrix crying out her battle cries as the swords thrust forward. But Miss Prim pushes the hilt of her blade against her opponent’s rapier, knocking her direction towards the woman’s stomach. As the gladiatrix’s blade goes off its mark, Miss Prim plunges her sword into her opponent’s belly, right in to the hilt, deep down below her navel.
The two stand there as the audience stares in stunned silence. Shining, crimson blades poke out from each of the combatants. Though her eyes waver, and her mouth twitches, Miss Prim does not grimace, despite the metal piercing her sword shoulder.
The gladiatrix, meanwhile, has the confidence, and the color, drain from her face.
Miss Prim stands there, leaned over, her hilt kissing the gladiatrix’s belly as crimson flows down into the woman’s pubic bush.
The gladiatrix’s eyes tear up, and from her mouth comes an agonized cry, which is immediately followed by a huge cheer from the crowd.
“Looks like you nailed that one!” Betty congratulates Miss Prim. “And now…”
Miss Prim stares the gladiatrix dead in the eyes, and twists her blade, making her defeated opponent shriek agony, bringing another thunderous cheer from the crowd. The gladiatrix’s legs wobble as her hand lets go of her weapon, and she staggers backwards, gasping out loud and clutching her belly. Finally the gladiatrix’s eyes show no more life, and she topples over backwards. The beaten brunette crashes to the ground, her legs kicking the air before slamming down on to the sandy arena floor, where she lies spread-eagled on her back with her eyes wide open, dead.
“And now, she’s screwed!” Betty rejoices, clapping her hands as tumultuous cheers and applause explode from the arena and the studio audience.
Back on the tape, Miss Prim stands up, shakes her head, and grabs the blade embedded in her arm. With a swift tug, she pulls it out, taking a few quick breaths to fight past the shock. Then, smiling broadly, Miss Prim thrusts her bloody sword up in the air, twirls, and places her hand on her hip as she shouts “Ole!”
“OLÉ!” thunders the delighted crowd in response.
The ecstatic cheers and applause for the sensational blonde victor continue as two attendants drag the slain gladiatrix from the arena, feet first. The crowd then erupts in a thunderous standing ovation as the Mistress of Ceremonies comes down, presenting Miss Prim with a large chalice, containing the pubic hair of the six beaten gladiatrixes.
The television turns off, and Betty spins her chair back to the audience. “And that is what I call a season finale! I think social media hasn’t stopped buzzing about the whole thing. You’re not just a star, Miss Prim, you’re a national hero!”
“Yes, about that,” the analyst says, looking towards Betty.
Betty smiles and winks. “Right, right, well, how’s your shoulder holding up, miss Prim? Your white got pretty stained there during your final ‘ole!”
Miss Prim rolls her shoulder and says. “I’m feeling fine. Always got to keep up the exercise, or I won’t be able to make it to the next season finale”.
“Well, then, let’s see how far you can make it before the first airing, shall we, because tonight, in a super special surprise, we have something for you to show us your great skills!”
Miss Prim blushes. “Oh no, please, I’m not properly dressed!”
“A warrior expects to test her blade, no matter the dress. In fact, there are plenty who shun clothing altogether, and wear their scars with pride!” interjects the analyst.
“Well said, our analyst friend. Would you like to tell Miss Prim what she’ll be doing today?”
“Gladly,” the analyst says. “Today, you’ll be facing Kimiko, the champion of the Beat the Ninja Girl Show in Japan! She’s traveled quite a distance to face you today, and I must admit, she is not impressed!”