The Midas Touch, Episode 5: Audience Participation

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Fiona hissed as she let that crotch pushing against her face, and was just given a reminder of what she hated about Rose's matches. Sure, she was technically sound, but what really got to her was the practical sexual assault that she committed in the ring, and that only encouraged her to get moving, to push up and try to get Rose in that bridge.

The 1 count came, and when she felt movement by the blonde underneath her, she thought she might be breaking the hold. However, that couldn't be more wrong.

Instead, the champion transitioned from a triangle choke to a modified armbar, and suddenly, Fiona's arm was in danger of snapping with the full body-weight of the lightweight pushing right down against her elbow and her arm bending in directions it certainly shouldn't!

"AAAAGH!" The MMA fighter cried out, immediately forced to try and scramble once more, pushing herself up onto her knees in an attempt to alleviate the pain some and using her free hand to claw at Rose's thighs. Her hands were gloved up, but her fingers were exposed, and nails clawed hard against the skin and flesh of the champion. Would it work to break up the hold? Probably not, and her arm was at risk of snapping soon enough.

Fiona needed to do something, yet swinging her head from side to side, they were still right in the center of the ring, the ropes too far away to grab onto, and the brunette could barely think due to the agony shooting through her arm.

Barely.

One idea came to mind, and it was the only thing that she could think of with the radiating pain. Using her knees, the feisty fighter shoved down with all of her might, hooking her other arm on Rose's legs in an attempt to flip the hold, and land on her back, and get things into a more traditional Armbar position. That was a position she knew how to get out of.

Huffing in another breath, Fiona then flung her body to the side, pushing her body up to her knees once more to put her atop of Rose, and letting the blonde stare up at the upstart as she yanked on her arm. And while Fiona could try for another pin, her opponent had shown she could transition into other holds seamlessly.

So, instead, she intended on punching her way out of this, using her heightened position and her free arm to fire down punches onto Rose's face, intending to batter her with all that she could, and put the champion in a position where she had two options: Let Fiona fire down punches against her face and hope that she could endure it long enough to break that arm, or release the hold and defend herself from the barrage from one of the top lightweight strikers in MMA. "GET THE FUCK OFF!"

[SuckerPunch]

Fiona's shrill scream cut through the air concurrent with her elbow being hyper-extended by the armbar. The sound pulled Rose Gold's full, pink lips into a smirk. What followed was a scramble for survival. Fiona, a girl who'd attended a wrestling show, now found herself facedown, bloodied, and in danger of being down an arm!

Her nails bit into Rose Gold's thigh in desperation, leaving a set of red furrows on the otherwise pristine alabaster skin. It brought a hiss from the former judoka's lips. "Little bi-" She stopped herself mid snarl. The biting pain was enough of a distraction to keep her weight from pressing perfectly down upon Fiona's shoulder. It bought the fiery amateur the space she needed to shift their weight and turn herself over!

What resulted was a more traditional cross arm-bar. A third hold in the sequence! For as new as Fiona was, the pair was putting on a technical wrestling clinic. Something the only served to enrage the Lightweight Champion. This should have been a quick and dirty bout. Instead, she had been subjected to a scrappy, messy affair! The back of her thighs covered in red from Fiona's head wound. Her body ached and her head throbbed. She'd exchanged more blows than she'd ever imagined possible from a random audience member.

Despite her technique, she couldn't keep Fiona from overpowering the position and pulling her up! The result was Fiona standing above her, with her body curled up. Her weight and strength was still being put into destroying Fiona's elbow, and she was confident the girl was wracked with pain. But that didn't seem to stop her... She bulled forward!

And worse. The position allowed her to put all of her weight into punching down!

*CRACK!* The first one landed flush against Rose's cheek, bouncing the back of her head against the canvas! Shocked. She didn't make a noise!

*CRACK!* "Iyaah!" The second forced a scream from her lips and caused the fingers that held onto Fiona's lips to spasm. Her face was red from the spot of impact and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

Fiona pulled back for another swing. And Rose knew in that moment that Fiona wasn't going to tap out. She was willing to throw her limb away to win the match. And this position, while dangerous, wasn't going to result in the leverage necessary to do anything but dislocate the joint. She couldn't hold on... She'd be battered until she was left drooling on the canvas.

"FINE!" She yelled in frustration as she tucked her knees in! A moment later, just as Fiona was about to make a third contact, she fired her legs upwards! Her heels dug into Fiona's shoulders and attempted to rocket her backwards! She released her wrist at the same time, ensuring that she would be propelled in the direction Rose Gold had chosen. Right into referee.

Fuck playing fair!

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Fiona was exhausted. A submission exchange this long the octagon would run into the end of a round, and the feisty fighter got a free break, with water, ice packs and more. But not in the ring, the only way to escape was to get to the ropes, fight your way out, or tap out. And Fiona certainly wasn't doing the latter, not to this bitch.

But it was getting more and more difficult to justify exerting her will over saving her body from further harm and pain. She was drained of energy, and was using up the last of it to try and fight her way out of the armbar, but she knew that all it took was one hard crank to snap her arm in half, and leave her out of action indefinitely. And at that point, no way she wouldn't tap...

Which was why it was in the essence to push her way upward and pin Rose to the ground once more. It wasn't a cover because of the blonde's shoulders being raised, but it was enough that Fiona could peer down at her face, and with her one good arm, begin firing down strikes. One punch connected, then a second. The MMA fighter could feel the hold weakening, she could see the red mark on Rose's face and the tears swelling in her eyes. One more, and Fiona could take control of this match, and with what the both had been through, could be the end. After all, she just needed to land one strike, her signature punch, and the blonde would be out of it, she was sure!

But that third punch didn't come. Rose broke the hold of her own accord, and a brief moment of confusion hit, before Fiona was sent backwards by a shove. Those legs sent the brunette stumbling back, and before she could catch herself, her body crashed against something. Falling to her butt, she turned around and saw that she collided with none other than the ref, who was knocked into a daze because of the collision, rolled onto their side and facing out towards the crowd. "Rrgh, damn it.." Fiona huffed, clutching her arm for a moment as she pushed herself up. Of course Rose would resort to such a move. The champ knew that she was about to get her face scrambled, and decided to play dirty to get her way out of it.

No matter, as at least it was her non-dominant arm locked in the hold. Still painful, but she still had a second cannon to use. And as Rose would push herself upward, Fiona charged in and leapt in the air. Her arm cocked back and was thrown forward, fist bunched up and aimed right for the jaw of Rose, for her signature Superman Punch! If it hit, surely the champion would be out cold, and no amount of ref-bumping could save her belt!

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold's eyes lit up with malicious excitement as she watched Fiona crash into the referee. She'd already made it to her knees by that time. And was up on her feet as Fiona cursed her luck.

The world of Professional Wrestling was different from that of MMA. True, they were both combat sports. Both visceral and violent. But the rules were where they truly differed. MMA's rules were designed to protect the athletes. For sport.

Wrestling... Well, Wrestling's rules existed for the fans. For entertainment.

Women could find themselves trapped in desperate situations with no escape. Absurd stipulations in bouts with comically unfair odds. Rules could be broken in plain sight, but if the official didn't see it, then it was fair game. Cheating, was a viable skill. As Fiona was about to discover!

Rose Gold watched as Fiona charged. A fire cracker of a woman. Rose had spent her energy attempting to break her. And Fiona had simply endured. The gambit one played when attempting a submission.

Rose could barely move her body, even though she'd made it to her feet. Her attire clung to her body, adhered by sweat. She didn't have the strength for the explosive and dynamic counter that was necessary to redirect Fiona's momentum.

"Come on then!"Rose urged her on unnecessarily. She was already coming in hot, telegraphing her punch with the only arm that would work. The cut on her forehead had painted her face red and made her look like a demon!

Fiona leapt, loading up her superman punch! And Rose lunged into her! She reached out with both hands, Fiona's fist grazing along her cheek and crushing the ghost of where she'd just been! Rose Gold's body crashed into Fiona's, barely evading the punch, suffering a body check instead. One that caused her to spin on her heels to keep from falling!

But in the contact obfuscated her strike. Her fingers flexed, baring nails! They raked cruelly across Fiona's eyes! A blatant foul! But with no ref to call it... Fiona would be left without justice. Instead, she would find herself blinded by searing pain!

Disabled near the ropes. Helpless in front of the industrys craftiest predator!

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Fiona had put everything she had into that punch. A strike that had won her many MMA fights, it was one that promised victory in the octagon, like a shotgun blast right to the face of her opponents, knocking their lights out. No doubt in her mind, if she hit it, she'd be the victor, and the new LAW Lightweight champion. Was it an accolade she'd truly appreciate? Maybe, maybe not, as her focus was purely on beating Rose. That obnoxious, little bitch.

One punch. It was all she needed.

And she was too slow.

Too slow, or did she fall right into Rose's trap?

In that split second of realization, Fiona wasn't sure. She couldn't think fast enough to realize what her fault was. It was a swirl, a blur, as her fist merely grazed Rose's cheek. An inch to the left, and it would've crushed her nose and sent her brain bouncing in her skull. But instead, it tickled her skin, catching more hair than face.

And, of course, Rose capitalized.

Those nails raked over her eyes, eliciting a scream from Fiona. "AAAAAAAAGH!" She cried, her body bumping against the champion's as she landed back on her feet, but the sheer agony of one of the human's most sensitive spots made her fall to her knees, body leaning against the ropes as her hands went to cover her face.

"GOD! Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She cursed, the rake somehow enraging her even further. Her blood boiled even further, and her hatred grew even moreso. But all that rage just made her even blinder than she already was. How was she suppose to fight without her eyes?

Poorly, as FIona shot up, and threw desperate, hate-filled punches, ones that were all too wide and all too erratic to have a hope of hitting...

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That scream. That was the sound that Rose Gold lived for. It made her shudder with delight. It hardened her nipples until they ached. It made her salivate. It flipped every sadistic switch in her malevolent soul.

Like Fiona, the referee was still recovering. She was on hands and knees, offering the audience an unexpected view of what lie beneath the tiny shorts that made up the bottom half of the LAW Ref uniform. Neither woman could see. And like the opportunistic predator she was, Rose was primed to strike!

"Come on kiddo! I'm right here!" She called out, prompting Fiona in the direction she wanted. She could see it in the girl's blood-covered face. She was inconsolably angry. There was no doubt that anger had pulled through for her in the past. Served to push her past her limits and achieve things she wouldn't have otherwise. But in the ring with Rose Gold, there was no greater pitfall. The song had changed. And now she found herself dancing to the song of the Sinister Siren.

A flurry of punches came her way. Blind. Desperate. Off-target. Rose Gold evaded them with upper body movement alone. A graceful swaying of her head and abdomen. Nothing connected. And she was confident that would make Fiona even angrier! "What's wrong? They didn't teach you how to throw a real punch in peewee boxing?"

Another taunt. An emotional parry meant to throw the blind woman off balance. To cause her body to tense. Her shoulders to drawback. And most importantly... her legs to plant.

Because the moment they did, the Venomous Vixen would strike. She struck with speed that would make a viper jealous, her right leg would lash out! The toe of her black boot would bury itself between Fiona's thighs! The toe of it crushing her vulnerable femininity against her pubic bone! A stomach-turning low-blow. A second consecutive illegal attack, but there was no referee to call foul.

If it landed, it would no doubt be the strike that led to her constriction. Swallowed whole in the jaws of a force too malevolent to exist in the world of Mixed Martial Arts. But perfect in the cruel reality of Professional Wrestling!

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Fiona was one punch away from victory, from the Lightweight championship, but all of a sudden, now, she was blinded, enraged, and throwing poor punches that an expert like Rose could easily dodge. For as much of a bitch as she was, she was at least skilled, skilled enough to be able to swivel her body and head from side to side to avoid those sightless swings.

And it only got worse.

Hearing that last taunt, she huffed, and planted her feet down onto the mat. "Cheating little-" Fiona snarled, but before she could finish her sentence, what felt like a shotgun blast rattled through her groin, legs and torso.

She had been hit with a low blow.

A boot right to her crotch, the impact of which making Fiona rise to her toes for but a few moments, a volley of spit exiting from her mouth accompanied by a harsh grunt, before she collapsed to the mat. Hands went down to cup her injured crotch, pain radiating along her body at excruciating levels, to which she could barely even think. All she could think to do was to roll underneath the bottom rope and rest herself on the apron, hoping that she'd be allowed the time to recover, that the referee would recover and intervene, something...

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"Oh." She offered a theatrical wince as she watched Fiona go down. A malicious and satisfied grin accompanied her feigned sympathy.

Rose Gold brushed her bangs back as she searched for the referee. The official was beginning to stir. Which meant playtime was over. Her attention shifted back to Fiona, the fiery fan who'd dared to step in the ring with her.

Her hands balled into fists as she recalled the hardship the amateur put her through. What was supposed to be a clinic had turned into a hard-fought match. She'd meant to use her station to take advantage of a nobody, and she'd accidentally stumbled upon a prospect. A girl who'd pushed her to her limits and forced her to cheat.

"I never had any intention of actually trying tonight. I was going to pull some nobody from the crowd. Batter them a little. Strip them. And if they were lucky, maybe treat them to the most talented lips in the league." She admitted as she sauntered towards Fiona, who was now on the other side of the ropes.

She knelt then and took Fiona roughly by her red hair. "But you, short-stuff, ruined my fun." She jerked her head upwards, meeting her eyes with her own. Golden and luminous. And full of disdain.

But after a moment of holding her gaze, they softened. "You put up a real fight. More than those 'models' in the back!" She gestured up the ramp with her other hand, forcefully turning Fiona's head to follow the gesture. "You want to try to embarrass me?" She started to her feet then, pulling Fiona to her knees and slipping her head through the middle rope before letting her go, letting her hang between the ropes.

"Then I'll finish you like a real wrestler!" She spat her sentence out through gritted teeth as her arms shot for Fiona's, grasping them in viciously angled underhooks as she put an end to the theatrics. She placed Fiona's head, face dripping with blood, between her bare thighs. She then jerked on her arms! Ferociously pulling Fiona back into the ring, to hang from the ropes by her ankles.

The setup was familiar to anyone who'd followed her career. She had Fiona in position for the Queenmaker. A violent finishing maneuver meant only for the steepest of competition. To have it be used in a match with an amateur was something of an acknowledgement. Malicious, cruel acknowledgement.

"Welcome to Professional Wrestling, squirt."

She leapt upwards, pulling Fiona with her. And when she came down, it was upon Fiona's skull. The suspension of her legs ensured that she struck at a sheer angle. All of their combined bodyweight coming down on her head and neck, not unlike a piledriver.

The Queenmaker

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Fiona had her shot. She got in some good shots. And, damn it, she was an inch away from gaining that Lightweight championship. But... she was an inch away, and that was all Rose needed to capitalize, and use nasty tactics that she was unprepared for. There was no situation in MMA where a referee was ever downed or their eyes weren't on the action, so low blows and eye rakes were caught immediately. But in professional wrestling, the ref was a lot more... close in the action, and the blonde used that to her advantage.

Now, the feisty fighter was both blinded and stunned, pain coursing through her lower body as she laid on the apron, hoping for some sort of reprieve, and if she had more sense left in her, she would've dropped off the apron which would've secured at least a few moments of recovery. But instead, the apron was right where Rose wanted her, and Fiona felt her hair yanked on and she was forced to her knees.

Rose spat in her face, and the debutee could barely keep her eyes open as to meet the blonde's physical demands. About how she actually forced her to try, how she may've been better than the others in the back, and how she was about to be finished like a real wrestler. Fiona couldn't dispute it, not right now. The bitch cheated, and left her unable to defend herself as her head was trapped between those thighs and her arms were locked in a butterfly style. It was a position Fiona knew of, and she had no way to brace or defend herself from it.

The Queenmaker.

FIona's vision flashed white as her face was dropped down brutally onto the mat, Rose's body slamming down onto the back of her head, and agony unlike any other blow she had ever experienced before coursed throughout her body. She wasn't instantly knocked out, forcing her to experience it all, yet unable to even release a peep of sound from her gaped lips. Her cut only grew, more blood running down her face, and eventually, after a few twitches, the feisty fighter went under.

Legs collapsing off of the ropes, Rose would find that, while most went limp when knocked out, Fiona went stiff. Her body locked up, arms and legs straight and stiff as boards in a classic fencing response, eyelids open but her pupils currently stuck halfway up into her skull, and lips open as though to release drool running down one half of her face. The champ could take as much time as she wanted as to go for the pin, as despite how close the MMA fighter came.. she was done for.