Mistress Discipline in puddin’ (2)

[h2f]

** Mistress Discipline’s face and shoulders appear on screen; just as before, she wears her glasses and blue shirt. Several overstuffed bookcases can be seen behind her.** “Ah, good, you are on already. I know you do not have much time to meet one on one today but I would really like to review some of the competition.”

**Another female voice answers,**
“Meh. I got time. I only have a sow with farrowing complications right now and I told her after this, I’m coming back and if I don’t see a new friend for Eeyore, I’ll do a magic trick where I make my right arm disappear. Given the piglet’s needle teeth, it’s not my favorite part of the job.”

** Mistress Discipline appears slightly uncomfortable.** “Great. Chaos, there are over forty fellow wrestlers but from the research I have been doing on my half of the list, I should be able to place well. Hopefully.”

 (start at the beginning this time)

**Music starts softly in the background.** “What is with the orchestral interlude?”

**A small squeal, from the human Chaos, answers,** “flight of the tuba-bee!”

** Mistress Discipline nods once.** “Right. Flight of the bumble bee primarily on tuba. But why?”

**There is a moment of pause before Chaos answers.** “Because you need to be inspired and reminded to be fast, annoying and stink - sting, I meant sting. Remember to shower in quarantine and you shouldn’t stink in the competition. You are a great wrestler. You can do it! This should be just as much fun as our little fund raiser in undergrad.”

** Mistress Discipline scrunches her nose in confusion,** “The Pudding Cup? That was my first foray into a competitive wrestling. We had been friends for what?”

“Two years?” **Chaos helps.**

“Three semesters,” ** Mistress Discipline corrects her,** “not counting summer, when you came to me with the crazy idea to raise money for the wildlife hospital. A ladies wrestling competition!”

**Chaos makes a small hum of agreement.** “Yea, that money was for sure what secured me my summer internship.”

**Mistress Discipline smiles** “We raised an entire year’s operating budget in a single night. Though that may have had more to do with the optional wrestling outfits you and the other ladies wore. I still do not fully understand your desire to have all wrestlers wearing the exact same thing. How was everyone to tell the different wrestlers apart? More to the point, why did you all wear only a white shirt and short shorts?”

**A haughty noise responds,** “I'll have you know my donations totaled at over 50k. I knew I needed the sponsors to pick me as their donation wrestler choice to get the internship and I knew I would receive donations because of the color of my attire. Well that and the pudding was cold and wet and the shirt was thin. And bouncing on my toes probably helped, too.”

** Mistress Discipline makes the humming noise this time** “And yet despite your high donations, and all the slippery vanilla pudding all over the mat, and smeared down our respective faces, I still managed to dominate. I will admit that you flinging pudding in my eye made seeing you more difficult which made pinning you substantially more difficult. The slippery pudding helped you escape twice but that only made the moment when I stood over you as the victorious hero, with pudding dripping down my cheek and shirt, that much more enjoyable.”

**Chaos giggled** “But it could have been chocolate pudding!”

** Mistress Discipline looks strained again** “As we discussed at the time, brown smears across our faces is not becoming. It would have reduced your donations.”

**Chaos sighs** “Yea, maybe. And you earned that trophy. You worked so hard and were the most determined to win.”



**Mistress Discipline reaches behind her to the bookshelf and pulls down a trophy. It is a snack pack pudding cup, with the lid still attached on one side and curled up on the other; the whole thing was painted gold and placed on a pedestal.** “I pinned you, the one the donors favored, beneath me in under five minutes.”

“Yea, you smacked my backside for sure. Then we went back to my apartment for a sleepover, with sweet vanilla pudding still dripping down our obviously cold bodies, where we had a pillow fight in our ruined outfits. We slapped each other in the face with feathered pillows until the pillows burst open and feathers rained down while we giggled.” **Chaos giggled.**

**Mistress Discipline looks slightly stunned** “What? That is not what happened. Firstly, I took a shower as soon as I could because that pudding got everywhere. I was doubly glad it was sugar free and slightly watered down. Secondly, why would we have a pillow fight using real feathered pillows? Thirdly, why would we damage said pillows? Fourthly, standing still while hitting each other in the face is a terrible defensive strategy and while feather pillows are soft, they are not soft enough that being smacked in the face hard enough to break one open would result in me giggling - it would hurt. Honestly I think we should return to the choice of weapons too because your apartment had way better ones. Projectile ones.”

**Chaos makes a shhh sound.** “I was supportive of your lemon fan fiction featuring an OTP of an Original Character and Death Trap, you can support my dirty pudding covered story on the internet this time.”

** Mistress Discipline blushes and looks to her left.** “Right. Yes. Back to the matter on hand. Most of the wrestlers are male.”

**Chaos interjects quickly,** “Great! That leaves a very nice vulnerability you can exploit to stun them. Then give them the old heave ho out of the ring.”

**Mistress Discipline shakes her head.** “What you are proposing is very unsportsmanlike."

“but you aren’t a man, so it’s fine.” **Chaos responds.**

** Mistress Discipline counters quickly, ** “It is very unladylike then. The point of this meeting was to discuss the other wrestlers.”

**Chaos thinks a moment.** “Oh, you mean like the fox and the rat?”

** Mistress Discipline frowns at her computer** “Those are parts of their names. Please try to use their whole name. I sent you a list of the ones I thought you would be more likely to remember.”

**Chaos takes a moment to think.** “Well, I don’t know why they would call someone a rat when they clearly lack many of the species good qualities.”

**The corners of Mistress Discipline’s mouth pull into a small smile.** “Yes, I admit Rat Bastard does not seem the type to keep up hygiene normally, let alone in the time of quarantine.”

**Chaos continues the thought,** “and somehow I doubt he would help another in distress, like rats do.”

** Mistress Discipline taps a finger to her chin** “True, but there is one thing I think you will agree with me on. Both should be easily trained with fruit loops. Though I do not believe I will have time in the ring to train him. He seems like the type to take many sessions before he is able to perform as requested with any reliability.”

**Chaos sounds solemn in response** “Performance issues do start to happen around that age. They have pills for that now.”

** Mistress Discipline shakes her head** “Focusing back on the other wrestlers, what else have you noticed?”

“That the fox dude is not taking quarantine well. He threw his tablet across the room. Honestly, most of these guys seem to have anger issues. No self discipline.” **Chaos sounds almost sad at the man’s lack of self discipline.**

** Mistress Discipline’s smile grows.** “I really do not feel you should be the one to judge who has self discipline but perhaps you are correct in assuming I can buzz around the ring and work them into an angry frenzy enough that they make a mistake; then they would toss themselves out of the running. My daily jogs have been increasing my endurance but I worry if I just run around the ring the whole time, I will not be in the ring for the whole time. I need to find my stride and pace myself.”

**Chaos giggles again.** “You did a great job in MCCW against that dude in the diaper.”

** Mistress Discipline looks at the left of the screen.** “Koch? I have not gone against him recently.”

“No, no. The other one.” **Chaos responds**

** Mistress Discipline takes a moment to figure out who Chaos is discussing** “Jake Marston is not in a diaper. But that is not the point. Neither man is in the rumble. I am a touch more interested in those who are. For example, Cross, who apparently enjoys giving a sucker punch and is actually in this event.”

“Yea, but Cross also seems frightened by children. Perhaps your teacher voice‘ill work on him too?” **Chaos asks.**

** Mistress Discipline considers this.** “Perhaps, though it is unlikely to work on the other female wrestlers. Yuki Sakaraba certainly has an impressive resume and she included it in her advertisements.”

“The space chick? **Chaos snorts** “Won’t re-entry be a female dog.”

** Mistress Discipline adjusts her glasses,** “Unless they have a number of technological advancements, there are many issues involved in bodily adaptation to the return of gravity she should have considered. When I internet searched ‘health issues for astronauts upon return to earth’ I discovered the only positive thing she will have going for her is the fact that, as a female, she may be less affected. It will not just be muscle density loss either; bone density, orthostatic hypotension and other cardiovascular complications, plus it can also affect the immune system.”

“and excess flatulence!” **Chaos chortles.**

“The point is she will not be in the best condition as compared to her other wins.” ** Mistress Discipline continues**

“What about the Hannah kicks chick?” **Chaos asks.**

“Ms. Rockford does seem to favor kicking for someone who is supposed to be wrestling; while some wrestlers use kicking, it is not their bread and butter move. This is not a kick boxing rumble.” **Mistress Discipline snickers**

**Chaos giggles** “Right, she may have great taste in guy memes but isn’t she taking lessons from someone? Then going for the extra credit on the side?”

“Yes, it speaks volumes that they both feel she needs it.” ** Mistress Discipline responds**

“Shots fired!” **Chaos decries**

“No, I have plenty of respect for her, as a person.” ** Mistress Discipline corrects** “I am sure she is very talented.”

“-at baking!” **Chaos giggles**

** Mistress Discipline sternly looks at the corner of her screen.** “I do not feel we should be talking down at fellow female wrestlers. We have all received the chocolate pudding smeared on us and flung from the male-centric ideology idiots.”

**Chaos interrupts,** “now, now, don’t talk poorly of your mother. That Christmas was fine otherwise.”

“The point is” ** Mistress Discipline continues** “We have plenty more to do and research in addition to reviewing the rest of the wrestlers. We can meet again later. Are there any questions?”