The Lewd and the Quiet: Mary Clairson Vs. Rose Gold

[Epicsnivy]

Mary was visibly crying, she had given up her chance at winning, deciding it was better to keep her modesty and integrity as a women rather than suffer through more of Rose Gold's endless torture. Her mind had been shattered, all she wanted was the pain and humiliation to stop. How could someone do this to another human being and think it's okay.

The bell did rang, and Mary felt a sense of relief, hopefully Rose Gold would let go of the hold and end the bluenette's suffering, and Mary can go to the back and forget this ever happened.

And then Rose Gold sadly didn't let go, she wrenched the hold in further. "AAAAAAH!" Mary screamed even louder, tears flowing even faster, as she slammed her hand in the mat, doing whatever it takes to Rose Gold to stop. Why is she going out of her way to make Mary suffer. Did she do something to deserve this?

And then Rose crushed her boot against Mary's crotch, causing Mary to nosebleed, and her face to turned bright red. "make it...stop." Mary could only whisper, the pain and humiliation became too much, and she fainted from all the pain.

How did it end like this?

[SuckerPunch]

Mary's pleading words were the last thing she managed before she passed out from the pain and humiliation of the indecent hold. As Mary went limp the official rushed over to cover her, not trusting her limp limbs to stay atop her bare breasts. They were swift and her modesty was saved. Despite Rose Gold's glaring.

In the end, the bluenette had chosen to suffer and pass out rather than give into Rose Gold's demands. She went out on her shield and denied the succubus her dessert. The thought put a sneer on the little lightweight's face as she untangled herself from her opponent.

She scooted away from Mary on her backside and took hold of the ropes to help her get back to her feet. She winced as she put weight down upon her right leg... The figure four was always something of a double-edged sword... Beyond that, her back and neck were wracked with aches and small spasms... Mary Clairson's holds had torn her body to shreds... She would never confess it... But had the last hold been Mary's, it might have been her who was begging for the match to stop.

She limped once as she stepped away from the ropes. But then she forced herself to make her way back to the official without showing another sign of the suffering constantly pulsing through her body. "Say it." She growled as she thrust her wrist into the referee's hand.

"SAY IT!" She demanded with a glare that lit her golden eyes ablaze.

The referee lifted her hand.

"Your winner, by submission. Rose Gold." It had all the pageantry the production demanded... But it was clear the official wasn't happy with the result. But it put a self-satisfied smirk on Rose Gold's face anyway.

Winner by submission: Rose Gold