The Midas Touch, Episode 14: Upending An Upstart

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(Start at 1:21 for replays)

The sudden pounding of music brought with it lights that flared in time with the beat. The song was instantly recognizable. Music that had become synonymous with the League's Self-proclaimed Ace! Every pump of bass brought on another flicker of gold stage lighting. And with it another brief vision of the Venomous Vixen herself!

And when the beat dropped, the gold-toned lights flared fully to life! Gold confetti rained ceremoniously down from the ceiling. It refracted the light in a dazzling display of gaudy gold. And at the top of the stage stood the Lightweight Champion!

Rose Gold once again stood at the top of the ramp... Radiant. Her trademark golden hair was tipped with brilliant pink. Her lips were painted as black as her intentions, highlighting her alabaster skin and the soft blush upon her cheeks. Her eyes were swept with black liner, angular and sharp. It made her honey-gold orbs glitter, 24kt.

But tonight her attire was much different than the audience had expected. Her top was little more than a collar with sleeves. The approximation of a tuxedo that stopped existing at the base of her breasts. A cartoonishly short tie fell between her cleavage. Her sleeves were held in place by cufflinks, comical, given the lack of the rest of her attire. The pale swell of her bust was completely bare save for a pair of brilliant golden pasties shaped like spades atop her nipples. They hid their appearance but failed to mask their contour.

Like her top, only the least important half of it was present. Black heeled boots that ran all the way up to her hips kept her legs from view. But everything that a decent woman kept covered, was out on vulgar display.

Her belly and hips were similarly fully exposed. From her flat athletic tummy to the mound of her pubis to the delectable curves of her inner thighs. Like her breasts, only the presence of her perfect pussy was veiled. Again, by a golden pastie, this one, an upside-down spade. And again, it clung to her so tightly that the features beneath were visible to the naked eye. Her plump, round ass was fully naked and jiggled with every step towards the ring.

And finalizing the affront to decency was a pair of black bunny ears atop her golden crown of hair. She addressed the LAW Audience tonight in a reverse bunny suit.

And lastly, she carried the symbol of her reign. The crown that made her Queen. The Lightweight Title. It hung over her shoulder, clutched by one hand. It's face was showing, her name embroidered prominently upon it.

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Cheers heralded her approach to the ring. Her right hand dangled a microphone from its base, her weapon of choice. And once inside the ring she brought it to her obsidian lips with a smug smirk. With a flourish, she turned to face the ramp and her expression then curled into a dark smile as she put her lithe, sensual body on display for the audience. She was always dressed for a fight. But tonight... Tonight she looked dressed for something else!

"LAW!" She demanded attention! "Welcome your ACE!" She threw the hand that held the title skyward and allowed the lights to shine upon it!

"This may be hard to believe, but there was a time -before- I was a champion. A time when I was an eager upstart. When I had been considered to be a shooting star in the world of Hentai Wrestling!" Her cheeks were rosy with affection. Affection for herself and her own achievements.

"I've left former champions of the division dripping from my lips and moaning out my name." She bit her lip seductively. Exciting herself with memories of her past conquests and allowing a scene of Eirina Makishima trembling in orgasm beneath her.

"Well tonight, I would like to welcome a woman who has declared herself a similar upstart in the Hentai Division!!" The crowd would have murmured if they weren't so busy cheering lustfully. They knew tonight's event wouldn't be a normal Midas Touch. Rose Gold had been sure to drip-feed them constant imagery of sex. From her revealing attire to video packages of beautiful women moaning under her manipulations.

"Please welcome tonight's guest!" She gestured to the top of the ramp. "Naya Kazashi, come and receive The Midas Touch!"

[BuckleBuster]

There was no denying that Naya had found herself in a strange moment in her career. Her time in the league was still in it's infancy, yet already she had experienced the high of of dominating her first match, to the lows of the debacle that had been her last matchup. Her fingers ran through her smooth hair, reminiscing about the dainty bow that had once sat iconically atop her crown before being being ripped away from at the hands of The Marauder. She hadn't entirely recovered from that experience, her mind still clogged by a pit of emotions too deep to properly process.

When she had first gotten the invitation to this matchup, she saw it as just the distraction she needed. But as she delved deeper, she had realized what she had actually been presented with: An opportunity the likes of which she had never expected to receive this early in her career. Even now, as she lingered in the shadows of the arena awaiting her cue, her judgment was still clouded with uncertainties. On one hand she was being offered the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to snatch the title from a champion! A win here would leave all her past failures firmly in the dust, propelling her to levels of glory and greatness she hadn't dreamed of achieving this early! But then again, this was the Ace of LAW, a woman so brutal and sadistic, the mere act of sharing the ring with her could be considered heroic.

If her last match taught her anything, it was that she needed to be careful around women like this. The images of the ravaging she endured in her last match were still emblazoned in her mind, emboldened no less by the carnal pictures tonight's opponent was proudly displaying on the screens of the arena. She grit her teeth, her fingers curling up into tight fists at her side. There was no way she would allow herself be reduced to smut like those woman. Not again.

Rose's booming introduction of Naya finally awoke the girl from her brooding haze, the sound of her entrance theme bring a familiar smile to her face that gradually widened as the spotlight's centered in on her. Her leotard gleamed against the glaring light, her open jacket leaving most of her attire on full display. The bare feet of the surfer girl kicked off the stage, giving her a jogging start as she descended down the ramp.

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Naya Kazashi

The booming clash of heavy metal accompanied the girl's decent. Her open palms were at her side, high-fiving the crowd as she always did, slowing down to wink, nod, and greet a few of the lucky ones. Her smile weakened slightly as she got a better look of the audience. The warm, excited faces that usually adorned the arena were few and far between. Instead, the crowd was a ravenous sea of perverted glares and stuck out tongues, each set of eyes raking across every square inch of her body, viewing her not as a challenger but as a piece of sacrificial meat to their queen who stood center-ring. It was enough to make Naya cut her fanfare short, her attention now turning towards the ring as she hastened her pace.

She glided up the ring steps before stopping just short of entering the ropes, her eyes steadily locked onto her opponent's from afar. She had studied enough of these matches to know that as soon as her foot made contact with the mat, anything was fair game. She made sure to keep her distance, her feet firmly on the ring steps with her hands clutching the top rope.

"Thank you... it is an honor to be sharing the ring with a champion like yourself... and my, you certainly haven't left much up to the imagination" Naya said smoothly, bowing her head slightly while still never breaking her gaze on the woman. Her opponent had chosen a brazenly revealing attire for tonight's match, further hinting her intentions for this bout. All the more confirmation for Naya that she needed to keep her distance, at least for the time being.

"Just know that after tonight, you won't have the right to call yourself that anymore. That's right, tonight, this upstart becomes a champ!" Naya boldly proclaimed, forming a fist with one hand and raising it into the air. Beads of sweat began to form at her brow, the realization of what she was doing entirely known to her. These were bold words to be spitting in the face of one of the most league's feared woman, especially considering that her plans for tonight weren't even in the least bit subtle. But she needed her to know that she was up for the challenge, she needed her to know that she was entering this ring nothing like the dainty victims that preceded her. She came her to transform her career and the face of LAW forever. After all... her dignity depended on it.

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"Oh ho!" She couldn't help but laugh at the boldness of the silver-haired rookie. She had spunk and confidence... The two things she loved taking advantage of most.

On top of that, she was beautiful. The lightweight champion pressed the microphone close to her black lips and let out a soft sigh in unsubtle appreciation of the girl's figure. It was no secret at this point that Rose Gold often used the Midas Touch segment to get her hands on lovely women. To put them on display for the fans and to taste them for herself. It was part of what made these events so popular.

"Then you know the rules, do you? And you still came out? How bold of you!" She pursed her lips and then eyed the barrier between them, the ring ropes. "And yet you were clever enough to not step into the ring without my permission. Such a good girl!" Her tone was just as condescending as her words. Patronizing and cruel.

"Okay, upstart." She lofted her belt above her head, taking special care to keep it between them. A carrot on a stick. "You think you've got what it takes to be the new queen? Then it's time to put your pussy where my mouth is." Her vulgar statement was meant to stagger her with its boldness. Naya was right, there was nothing subtle about Rose Gold tonight.

"You win if you pin or submit me. Any means necessary. However, you want." She offered the belt up, knowing it was way too far for her to grasp. "And I win when I make you beg to worship me. Those are the only rules. No need to speak. If you're ready to risk it all to prove that you deserve to be here... Then just step through those ropes." She handed the title off to the referee. "But when I expose you in front of the whole world. Remember."

She rolled her neck before giving Naya an almost inhumanly lascivious look. One that would make her feel naked in even the heaviest of winter clothes.

"You asked for this."

[BuckleBuster]

Naya's amber eyes never left the lusting stare of her opponent, even as she lifted the belt high and mighty several feet away from her. It was true, that at the end of the day that belt was the ultimate prize, but the woman whose callous fingers clutched onto it so connivingly was the true subject of Naya's attention. Beating Rose and showing the world that her name belonged among the very best of wrestlers would be a prize too grandiose to condense to a mere belt. Still, it would make for a pretty nice trophy to remember the occasion by...

She licked her lips, cautiously measuring every syllable that venomously dripped from the vainglorious vixen's mouth. Naya's mouth scoffed at each patronizing remark, her nose scrunched up with every vulgar comment, and her nostrils flared when the challenge was finally laid out in it's entirety. She stood motionless, knuckles whitening as her grip tightened over the ropes.

Scores of woman have tried before her, each one seeking the same thing she was, and yet each one failed miserably. She didn't consider herself a reckless person, but no other word would better describe the act of stepping into this ring, especially with a stipulation that would delegate defeat entirely at the discretion of the league's most vile woman. I'll just have to make sure it doesn't come to that she mentally reassured herself.

Her determined gaze hardened, each silent second she spent pondering only adding to the heightened suspense in the arena. She had figured what would be at stake when she had gotten the invitation, but the specifics of the match had remained a mystery until now; a common trope in these segments. Now that it had all been laid out plain and simple, the prospect of setting foot in the ring didn't seem all that daunting. Pin or submission. Easy enough, considering the dozens of women Naya had defeated using the latter of those two methods. All she would have to do was add one more to the tally.

Finally the corner of her mouth curled into a smirk, her tongue reaching out to moisten her lips once before finally coming to a decision. 'You're on!" Naya bellowed, ducking between the ropes as soon as the words had left her mouth.

She wouldn't waste a single solitary second. As soon as her feet made contact with the mat, she took off running. Each footfall pounded into the canvas, bringing her closer and closer to her opponent. She leaned in as she sprinted, her arms swinging fluidly at her sides before stretch outwards towards her target. She waited until the distance between them had been safely closed before changing stance, maneuvering her shoulder to the front of her charge, arms spread at an angle that would coincide perfectly with the contours of her opponent's waist. She sucked in her breath, closed her eyes, and tucked in her chin when the moment of impact with Rose's midsection seemed imminent, every fiber in her body bracing itself for a striking spear takedown!

[SuckerPunch]

There was no subtlety in her guest's glare. She was hungry. An eager young rookie with big ambitions and delusions of grandeur. The lovely young woman was tense with desire. There was never a doubt in Rose Gold's mind that she would accept the invitation. That she was willing to risk everything for glory. Stupid.

The girl's confirmation came and she hurried into the ring. She'd spent some time on the other side of the ropes preparing herself. She was planning and filling her heart with the fuel she'd need to go through with this act of self-harm. Confidence. Misplaced confidence. "Come on then honey. Time to show the whole world what you're made of!"

Naya moved immediately. There was no further measuring or range finding. She hit the ground running! An act that was as bold as it was desperate. Naya lowered her level! Charging with her arms outstretched, encircling Rose Gold's escape routes! A spear, or shoulder tackle take-down! Rose Gold's eyes went wide!

Perhaps she'd thought that if she didn't give the champion time to think, then she would surprise her and come up with a surprise victory! However... Rose Gold had been thinking about how to tear her apart from the moment she had stepped onto the ramp. While Naya was considering whether or not to accept the opportunity, Rose Gold was already measuring the distance between them. This segment was, after-all, a trap of her own design!

"Too slow!"

Rose Gold's eyes narrowed and she began to move. She flowed with a movement that had been practiced a thousandfold. Just before Naya made contact with her, her right knee shot up in an attempt to stifle her attack! It blasted at the oncoming girl's undefended belly! While the blow was meant to hurt, it was also meant to divert her momentum. To slow it just enough to allow the Venemous Vixen to wrap her arms around the charging woman's upper body and turn her inside out with a hip throw. A staple of her specialty. Judo.

Spoiler

If successful, Rose Gold would slam Naya onto the canvas with a thunderous crash! Before violently landing atop her mid-section hip first!

[BuckleBuster]

It wasn't the familiar feel of an opponent's torso crashing into her shoulder that forced Naya's eyes to pop back open. Nor was it the roaring approval of the crowd as they witnessed a fresh face take down a champion with overwhelming force unbecoming of a rookie. It was the sharp spike thrusted upwards into her exposed belly, Rose's pointed knee impaling her like a well-placed dagger that caused her eyes to bulge open and her mouth agape, gasping in shock and realization that things weren't going to plan.

Her fears were confirmed as her world turned upside down and inside out, Her feet were no longer charging towards her opponent, but rather fly upwards in the air. Her shoulder, which should have been impaled into her opponent's abdomen, was instead accompanying her ascent, expertly tucked and rolled before being flung into the air along with the rest of her body. In a brief moment of clairvoyance, she tucked her chin mid-flight in order to protect her head rebounding off the mat, which at this speed would have resulted in an early KO.

"GUAGH!" She cried as she crashed into the mat, the combined effect of the knee and slam being enough to wind her for the time being. She instinctively tried to arch her back and create space beneath her to allow her diaphragm to expand and recuperate, but she found all upwards momentum blocked by Rose Gold's weight still firmly overtop of her. "Grgh.. gagh!" She gasped through clenched teeth, reaching back with one hand to try and soothe the pain arcing through her tailbone.

Had she been stuck underneath any other opponent, she may have risked enduring a follow-up attack in return for a few seconds to recuperate But being trapped beneath a woman whose glare had bore straight through into her soul was not somewhere she wanted to be. While her midsection was compressed by her opponent's hip, her arms were still somewhat free, albeit less maneuverable. While she wasn't the best of strikers, she was afforded very little options with so little time, and so Naya stuck out her free arm out and pointed it at the elbow.

In a show of desperation, she would try and jab her elbow into Rose Gold's ribcage, hoping to strike before the Vixen had time to take advantage of her debilitated state!

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There were few things more exhilarating than the inarguable sense of dominance that came from bodily driving another woman into the canvas! The rasping scream that was forced out of Naya's mouth via being winded by the slam sent chills up the Sinister Siren's spine. It was as if she'd crushed more than her body, but her aspirations as well... And all in a single move.

"Oh no! Are you okay? Can you cont- Ngh!" Or so she had thought. Despite being outclassed and grounded in a show of supreme technique, Naya still lashed out! The elbow of her free arm struck against Rose Gold's rib mid-taunt! The blow forced a wince and prompted her to roll off of the girl.

"You!!" She growled with unspoken expletives as she climbed to her knees and gently massaged her side. "Fine! Get up! You've still got fight in you, don't you?" She clenched her fist and knit her brows. "Get on your feet! I'm going to make this a night you'll never be able to forget!"

She pushed to her feet and rolled her neck, preparing for the girl to grasp the opportunity she was pretending to give her. There was no kindness here...

The moment Naya got to her knees, Rose Gold would rush her! She'd attempt to jump off of the top of Naya's knee mid-rise while driving her own knee into the side of the girl's head! A shining wizard. Or as she preferred to call it, The Gilded Wizard.

[BuckleBuster]

A sigh of relief fluttered between the surfer’s lips as her elbow found its mark into Rose Gold’s ribs, finally affording Naya some much needed breathing room as her opponent rolled off of her. She took deep breaths, absorbing every morsel of oxygen available to her in order to grant her as quick of a recovery as possible. Naya then prompted herself onto one elbow, rolling herself over so that she was on her hands and knees. Her silver hair drooped down and obscured the pained expression grimacing on her face.

She was torn on whether to admire her opponent’s impressive counter or to admonish her own brazenness, but she eventually settled on the latter. A woman like her deserved no admiration, even if her skills deserved it. It was her own recklessness that was to blame for the humiliating reversal, but that didn’t stop Naya from gritting her teeth together and further strengthening her tenacity. “Heh, it’s gonna take alot more than a lucky throw to knock the fight outta me Rosy” Naya snickered, doing her best to hide the pained tone in her voice.

Knowing that her opponent’s invocation to get back onto her feet was likely another trap did little to deter Naya from acting anyway. Grit and determination left little room for logic, and with that in mind Naya pounced. Her hands popped off the canvas, pushing her torso into a straightened position before her knees tried to follow suit. One foot grounded itself on the mat, bent mid-rise in order to anchor the rest of her body in its ascent. Her head perched upwards, seeking the source of the voice that prompted her into action in the first place.

Instead of seeing the Vixen taunting her from afar, Naya was greeted with an up close view of Rose Gold’s flying towards her. It all happened too quickly to react, first with her opponent stepping onto her bent out knee, her own limb serving as a launchpad that provided her foe with the momentum needed to drive her other leg upwards in a diving strike directly into her face.

“AAARGH!” The young wrestler screamed as her opponent’s knee drove right into the center of her face, scraping harshly against her chin before making contact with her nose and sending her whole body flying backwards. “F-Fuck!” Naya swore, her voices muffled behind her own hands as they were clutching her face. Naya lay in the fetal position, scooting herself across the mat to create as much distance between her and her insidious opponent as possible before stopping at the confines of the ropes. Her head perked backwards and her eyes shot towards Rose Gold, her amber orbs seething with betrayal and self-hatred for falling into such an obvious trap.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold slid along the canvas on her backside as a result of the momentum behind her Gilded Wizard. Explosive and violent, the knee strike had sent both women to the mats. One of them grinning from ear to ear, and the other screaming in pain. She did so love kicking a girl when she was already down!

"Rosy, hm?" She pushed to her feet and followed after Naya as she scooted away. The gap was closed quickly, much to the other competitor's dismay. She'd kneel at her side and attempt to take hold of the girl's brilliant silver hair. Her fingers grasped it disdainfully in order to force the girl's face in her direction. She'd pissed her off.

With her other hand, she would bat away Naya's own other hand moved to bat away Naya's own hands that were currently protecting her face. She wanted to ensure the girl was unable to hide in any way. She'd not be able to hide her face. Nor her body. Nor from her precarious predicament. Rose Gold met her eyes with hues of gold. Her eyes shimmered and would be beautiful if the flecks within them weren't filled with hate.

"We're on the level of using nicknames, are we?" She clicked her teeth before bringing her hand down across Naya's cheek in a slap! It wasn't whip-sharp. It wouldn't do more than sting and redden her cheek. "I want you to try to keep that same air of defiance when I've stripped you bare in front of the whole world. Made you writhe and moan against your will!" Another vitriolic slap would sting across her cheeks.

She gave the girl's hair another jerk to re-align her attention away from the pain. "Look me in the eyes and pay attention to what I'm about to tell you!" The hand that was slapping now clutched her chin and held her face in place. "I'm going to humiliate you until you beg to eat my pussy. And if you do a good job, maybe then the beating will stop!" She was letting Naya know exactly how to quit, when she couldn't take it anymore.

And with her vicious promise delivered, she'd push the girl's face away dismissively, freeing her. Before attempting to drill the toe of her boot right between the rookie's thighs!

[BuckleBuster]

Retreat was not an option in this ring, that much had been made clear to Naya as soon as she had stepped foot onto the canvas. The ropes weren't there for refuge or respite. They were meant to entrap and ensnare, to confine the prey to the whims of the predator. As Naya cowered by the edge of the ring, one hand still clutching her face while the other meekly grasped the ropes, she was under no illusions of which role she occupied.

A small whimper escaped her lips as she felt Rose Gold's fingers descend upon her, slowly but surely prying each one of her fingers off her face until her entire hand had be tossed away from it's protective stance. She refused to look up at her opponent, the subject of her misery, as she instead gazed upon the sea of unsympathetic faces that filled the arena. But her gaze was redirected as she felt her long silver hair harshly yanked in the opposite direction, forcing her to look into the bottomless pits of her opponent's cold glare.

Another sharp cry pierced through her lips as a commanding slap reverberated across her cheeks, before another yank forced her to focus onto the vixen once more. Naya had experienced her fair share of threats in the ring. Most were delivered half-heartedly, more gimmick than genuine. But there was no questioning the intent behind Rose Gold's words. Every syllable dripped with violence. The mere thought caused her lips to quiver as her chin was snatched up in clutches of her opponent.

"I'll never... NE-VER, beg for anything from you...least of all to lick your dirty cunt!" Naya mumbled, her voice trembling as she tried to make her remaining defiance known, despite the aura of fear and uncertainty that clearly clouded her words.

Even as she lay discarded on the mat, Naya felt her retort was unbecoming of the dignified wrestler she viewed herself as. Fear, anger, vitriol, raw fervors that she had never felt towards anyone in her life, now poured openly between her and her opponent. She was fighting against the epitome of evil herself, and it was already beginning to bring out the worst in her. But now was not the time for introspection.

Her opponent seemed to agree, as Rose gold dug her foot deep between Naya's thighs! "Uhh...UURGH!" Naya shrieked, her fingers clutching the canvas as her torso elevated off the mat. True to her words, the woman was delivering an effective concoction of pain, all wrapped up in neat humiliating bow as Naya was forced to endure the limb sinking deeper and deeper between her legs. Shoved up against the ropes, there was little she could do to maneuverer away from the pressure. Instead, between panted gasps, she latched onto Rose Gold's boot, still seated deep between her thighs, twisting and flailing with the appendage in a attempt to pry it off of her womanhood.