This is inspired from my favourite TV show called "The Gladiators". I don't know if it only exists in Sweden but it's really good.

Terrifying gladiators wear pigtails

His fingers flexed as he stared at the TV screen backstage. He quickly found his best friend Black*Star in the audience with his abnormal spikey blue hair and bare chest with his name written on it in blue body paint. Next to him sat Wes with his suit jacket gone and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. For now was the pink glittery sign he'd made resting against his knees. The signs that caught his attention were the signs the children held, cheering on the gladiator woman, Grigori: the students' protector.

When he was at home, seated in his couch and a bowl of popcorn resting on his lap, he often cheered on for that particular gladiator. She was shorter and lighter than the rest of the female gladiators, but she was one of the toughest. With her brains and strategies, she knocked down all the challengers. His knees weakened at the sight of her eight pack and her muscular mile long legs and that sinful short skirt! She was lucky she was wearing booty pants underneath it.

The audience cheered for Grigori as she stood on the floating platform in the air with the challenger. The referee counted down and blew the whistle. The challenger threw herself at Girgori and she skilfully grabbed her and swung her backwards and launched her off the platform. The challenger went soaring through the sky and landed on the mattress under the platform. The audience screams with joy and Grigori's theme song blasted through the speakers. Soul's shoulders relaxed and as Grigori struck her signature pose.

Okay, he was ten points behind his rival. If he wanted to move on to the next round, he needed to beat his opponent and reduce the difference in points to the final stage when he would face his opponent and race toward the finish line.

He needed to win so maybe in the next round he could grow a pair and maybe ask for her number or buy her a coffee or something.

His throat ran dry as he nervously rubbed his palms together as he saw Girgori running backstage on the screen. Okay, he could do this. All he needed to do was ask for some advice on taking down the gladiator that would meet him. She was the Grigori, she had to know who it was and the person's weaknesses.

Grigori ran backstage with a wide grin plastered on her face. The other gladiators greeted her with high fives and hugs. The other flashy female gladiators protected her like they were her servants and they knew he wanted to approach her.

He inhaled courage and with determination, went over to Grigori. "Um." He gulped and the group of women instantly turned serious and stared at him with wonder. Grigori's green eyes were far too precious in this lightning, making his knees buckle.

"The water bottles are at the back." Grigori pointed toward the back.

"I know." He felt proud he didn't stutter. "Eh, can I talk to you for a second?"

She cocked her eyebrow but slowly nodded. "Okay. Follow me." She walked passed him and he quickly followed. He needed to throw holy water into his eyes for being far too intrigued by the short skirt and her sinful swaying of her hips. They reached a door and she opened it. He entered and noticed it was a far too small space with towels and different kinds of weights in the shelves.

"So." She closed the door behind them. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm far behind on the scoreboard."

She nodded. "I've noticed."

He quickly glanced down at her perfectly toned stomach and her muscular biceps. "Do you know who I'm going to meet?"

"I do."

"Do you know this person's weaknesses?"

"I do."

"Could you maybe give them to me?"

"Hmm," She pretended to think it over by resting her chin on her palm. "I tell you what, if you can beat the gladiator, I'll give you my phone number and I'll tell you all the gladiators' weaknesses."

His cheeks heated up and he embarrassedly looked away from her.

"I've noticed you checking me out." She smugly said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You're not very stealthy."

"I'm sorry."

She grabbed a hold of his chin and steered his eyes back on hers. "You will be if you don't beat the gladiator." She twisted the doorknob and winked at him. "Good luck."

His knees turned into spaghetti and he'd to support himself on the shelf. There was no option. He had to beat the gladiator.