Diamond’s costume gets pulled

Diamond’s right hand clutched tightly to the wall grip, as her left leg came up to propel her upwards. She was lightning quick, scaling the wall with ease. And soon enough, she was breathing down the neck of the contender ahead of her. A young-ish girl with dark brown hair, cocoa skin and a slender frame, which she had to admit, looked good in the standard light blue leotard. Diamond reached out, her hand trying to grip the harness around the Contender’s waist.

But the contender was too nimble. She shifted her hips side to side, making it difficult for Diamond to get a good grasp on the harness. Diamond growled with frustration, annoyed that her efforts were in vain. She eventually managed to get a grip on the elusive opponent, but what happened next was a surprise to everyone. As Diamond pulled her full weight back, prising the contender away from the wall, the contender’s hand swung out to try and desperately grab onto anything nearby. The contender’s fingers reached out… and grabbed hold of Diamond’s costume! “H-hey, watch where you’re putting your hands!” Diamond exclaimed, startled as she watched the top half of her costume droop slightly, threatening to expose her braless chest.

The contender couldn’t hear her gladiator over the crowd, and hadn’t even realised she had a hold on Diamond’s costume. She allowed herself to drop graciously down to the ground, and in the process, Pulled down Diamond’s costume. The fabric stretched, digging deeply into the Gladiator’s shoulders. Diamond yelped with pain, trying to shrug off the contender with no success. And then the worst happened. The straps of her costume snapped, catching the contender off guard as she tumbled to the floor. Diamond gasped, frozen with shock as her boobs were exposed to the crowd. If it wasn’t for the harness, she was certain her costume would’ve been completely removed. She squealed, her hands quickly covering her chest as she went into damage limitation mode.

The crowd whistled and hollered, which caught the attention of a rather frustrated Sabre, who had failed to capture her escapee. The Scottish lass glanced over at her fellow gladiator, and her eyes widened with shock. Was she seeing right? Dangling in the air, in clear view of everyone, was a half-naked Diamond, cheeks as bright red as the contender’s leotard, desperately trying to cover her boobs. Once the initial shock had worn off, Sabre couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh my god, are you actually fucking joking?” Sabre called out as both Gladiators were lowered to the ground.

As soon as Diamond was unclipped, she wasted no time in dashing backstage, out of view of the excited crowd. Sabre caught up with her shortly after, a mix of amusement and sympathy on her face. “Well that’s one way to put on a show” Sabre teased, gently patting her fellow Gladiator’s bare back. Diamond growled softly. “Stupid fucking contender, she had a vice grip on my leotard. Wouldn’t let go, fucking idiot!” Diamond ranted, the two girls walking back to the backstage locker room. Thankfully, it was empty in there, so they had a bit of peace. Diamond wriggled out of her suit, dumping it straight in the nearest bin and rummaging through her locker for a replacement. “They’d better not put that in the final edit, or I swear to god” Diamond grumbled, which sent Sabre into a fit of laughter. “Hey, it’d get the viewing numbers up!” Sabre shot back, which got a laugh out of the humiliated Gladiator. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, but it had taught her a valuable lesson. “Note to self Diamond, wear a bra next time.”