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The Gladiators – Part VIII (Public)
🕑 Added 2022-06-04 05:45:01 +0000 UTCBasking in the adulation of the crowd and savouring his rival’s acute discomfort and embarrassment, the Teuton stands over him and gloats, even his elaborately casual stance evincing his mastery. But that cocky pose proves perhaps a little TOO casual for, with a heave, the Gaul rises rapidly from the ground and flings himself headlong at the redhead. Taken unawares the big Teuton is brought crashing to the sand, his opponent atop of him and a strong arm pressed firmly against his throat. For a long moment all seems lost for the Germanic warrior and the crowd cheer or boo according to their preference and to the bets they have laid on the outcome. But the Gaul has overreached himself, and his momentum is suddenly turned against him as his rival lays hold hard and lifts a knee and, with a movement of great strength and skill, pivots him right over his head with a well-timed throw.
The crowd roars its approval that this fight shows no signs of ending – and the Gaul goes flying, pitching onto his back and landing hard in a shower of sand. And there he lies, flat-out and winded, for the present paying no heed to his surroundings. But the Teuton is also in need of some recovery after taking the charge and the exertion of turning it into an overhead throw. Thus the crowd are treated to the spectacle of both these muscular young men lying splayed out and panting on the ground while the sun sheens the oil and sweat which soak their bodies.
“There now! Did I not say that the German was strong? I think, my dear, your stake in this fight is much in jeopardy!” laughs the Consul, turning to his decorative companion.
But the young lady does not answer; her eyes are feasting on the splendid sight laid out before them…….
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