The Midas Touch, Episode 5: Audience Participation

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Rose Gold sneered as she watched a flash of understanding reflect in Fiona's expression. The girl was a spitfire. And she had at least an inkling of understanding. There was no doubt that she had both the skill and the ambition to become a competitor in LAW.

But... Her skillset and her ringwork was reflective of an MMA fighter. Not a professional wrestler.

She might be the most talented cage fighter in the world. But this wasn't cage fighting.

No matter how skilled they were, even the greatest figure skater in the world couldn't hope to beat Wayne Gretzky in a shoot out.

That thought soothed Rose's anger into something adjacent to humor and amusement. Fiona reached out to take hold of Rose's head and pull her downward into her guard. It was instantly recognizable as a Guillotine Choke. Something that always looked easy to achieve, but was technically quite difficult.

Rose's cheek pressed against Fiona's pert, modest bust. It was kept there by the arm that wrapped around the back of her head. The warmth radiating against her cheek would have brought her to blush if she wasn't so focused on disassembling the arrogant brat.

Fiona would require two hands to secure the choke. But when Fiona attempted to bring those hands together, she would find her wrist clutched between Rose's shockingly powerful fingers. She wasn't strong in the classical sense, but she had a grip like a boa constrictor. Another clue for Fiona. Another indicator that Rose was more than a model in skintight attire.

"No honey." She spat as she began to posture up. Slowly she began to ascend. Her free hand wrapping about Fiona's waist to assist in pulling her off the canvas. If Fiona let her, she would pull her up into a carry. Fiona's legs would be wrapped about Rose's slender waist and her arm about her head as she continued to threaten the choke.

"How dare you try to step into -my- ring!" She'd bark as she dropped suddenly to one knee!

The sudden move would spike that cruel bone up into Fiona's crotch with all of her weight behind it! A brutal pulverization of her most sensitive area.

An inverted atomic drop. A questionable maneuver that was undoubtedly a low blow, yet somehow legal in the world of professional wrestling. And -never- practiced in MMA.

Rose was confident that the amateur wrestler had never taken such a move. And tonight she would receive it from the world's best. A proud practitioner of pussy punishment.

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Fiona's downfall may very well be that she wasn't trained in the world of professional wrestling. Or, well, trained properly. She had practiced her grapples and transitions in a ring before, but never in a competitive element. She only charged the ring because Rose gave the OK to do so, and security couldn't stop her. And, well... because she just really wanted to knock Rose's teeth in.

But right now, she wasn't doing that. She was struggling to apply a Guillotine Choke, a move that she was well-versed in. Sure, she knocked most of her opponents out, but the ones that she didn't, she could usually choke them out with a Sleeper or a Guillotine. But instead, somehow a woman who cheated in most of her matches were managing to fight her way out of her hold. Her arms couldn't lock in the hold thanks to Rose barring it, and while Fiona wasn't the strongest of the bunch, she didn't expect the champion to be able to overpower her!

The MMA fighter was too determined to release however, flexing her arm and pushing harder and harder. And maybe she was gaining some ground on being able to lock in the hold. Unfortunately, Rose was planning something sinister for her, something that Fiona realized too late.

Raised up in the air, Fiona had no time to fight out of it or escape before she was dropped down, and her crotch was slammed against that knee. "GUH!" The fighter cried, bouncing back and landing down onto her back, hands clutching her crotch. The inverted Atomic Drop, she had seen it before, and it still baffled her as to how it was legal. And now, she was suffering from it, pushing herself back into one of the corners and trying to push herself up back to her feet.

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The Lightweight Champion could feel the muscles in her neck ache and throb from the power of Fiona's attempted choke. Even a failed one put tremendous strain on the opponent. It was with that throb in mind that Rose drilled her knee upwards, splitting the center of the one-time audience member straight down her middle!

She lavished in the feel of her opponent's body yielding under the force of the lifted knee strike! Her softest, most vulnerable part met one of Rose's most cruel. And she was rewarded for her efforts with a lovely yelp of pain.

Fiona, for her part, appeared to be momentarily dazed. Her mind consumed with pain and confusion. She was tottering towards the corner. But Rose Gold intended to give the woman no quarter!

"Nante mendokusai... [What a hassle...]" She lamented as she watched Fiona, spacing her out. Waiting, like a snake in the brush.

When she was just far enough, Rose took a skip and began her pursuit! She was swift as she stormed silently towards her sickened prey... Waiting for her to hobble.

And the moment her back touched the corner, she struck! Snake-like and twice as venomous!

"HORA!"

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She attempted to blast her knee into Fiona's torso! She sought to impale arrogant amateur, pinning her to the corner with the harpoon-like strike! To drive the life from her. A headshot could knock an opponent out. But a body blow could take their will to fight. And that was always tasted so much sweeter to the Sadistic Succubus.

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"Damn it..." Fiona huffed, only beginning to recover as she clutched her crotch, an arm slung over the top rope to hold her up while she gasped for breath. Experiencing a low blow wasn't in the MMA fighter's plans for how this was going to go, a move illegal in traditional combat sports, but apparently, something about pro-wrestling drew in the nasty bitches that had a thing for that shit.

Like Rose, the nastiest bitch of them all. A bitch that actually had some training. Fiona still wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse, that she was actually a decent technical wrestler that could hold up against her. Who's skill did that say more about, her's or the champ's?

Though asking herself questions wasn't going to win fights, and neither was standing around.

That knee had a lot of momentum behind it, and it landed flush right underneath Fiona's solar plexus. "GUUUGH!" She gagged, pushed back against the corner, before crumpling down to the ground. A series of hacks and coughs then began to come from the smaller fighter, a hand clutching her throat while her other hung over the bottom rope along with the rest of her upper torso, struggling to gather her breath. A blow designed to suck her will out, it seemed more effective in literally taking her breath away, as she hacked away while her legs twitched and eyes widened. That wasn't a blow she was particularly used to either. Such a running attack would be easily counterable in the octagon, but not in the ring, and that just meant more trouble for Fiona.

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Rose Gold's knee sank into Fiona's body with pinpoint precision. Her flesh deformed around it satisfyingly. And when Rose pulled it out, the girl collapsed to the canvas.

The champion examined her. She drank in the way she coughed. The way she pawed at her airways. The way she twitched. It put a Cheshire grin on her lovely lips. "Are you regretting that waiver, little girl?"

She loomed over Fiona. Her hands whipped out to take control of the woman. One slipped under her left shoulder. The other entangled itself in her hair. Another maneuver that wasn't allowed in MMA. But anyone who'd ever been in a street fight could attest to its' effectiveness. A fistful of hair made controlling someone's head comically easy.

If she could get her standing, she'd shift her grip to take hold of the girl's head with both hands now. Her forearms would press against the side of her neck and her hands would join at the back of it. If Fiona had the wherewithal to take note of the position she would instantly recognize it as a plum clinch. Or the Muay Thai Clinch.

Rose would press her forehead to Fiona's crown to keep her head steady. She could smell the girl's hair as she spoke against the top of her head.

"I'm not like the rest of this division, Little Girl. I'm not a model with heavy tits and a few weeks in wrestling school. I bet you thought you could just waltz in here and disrespect my art!" She punctuated her statement with a knee strike aimed at Fiona's torso.

"I'm the Champion!" She growled. Sending another knee into her belly. "I'm the apex predator." Another. "I'm the Pound for Pound BEST this league has to offer!" Another! "I'm the fucking -Queen-!"

She showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. She seemed intent on destroying the MMA Fighter's core. And the plum clinch combined with her position in the corner would keep Fiona from going down!

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Fiona was used to being outweighed, stood over, being the underdog. That never stopped her before, and if it was up to her, it never would. But was this even a case of her facing off against a larger opponent, or... was Rose Gold more skilled than her? The way she almost effortlessly countered her attempted chokehold, and was now brutalizing her with strikes of which power she hadn't ever felt before.

When she felt her body begin to be lifted from the ground, hands pawed at Rose's face and wrist, weakened pushes and tugs as to try and pry her grasp free and allow the MMA fighter some more time to catch her breath. But the champion wasn't about to allow that to happen, having an all too secure grip on the reckless challenger, and pulled her right into that Muay Thai, a move that was familiar in Fiona's repertoire, but one she didn't lock in usually due to height differences.

But she knew how to defend against the hold. Just wrap her arms around the opponent's waist and tug yourself in, so that their strikes have less impact and you have body control. She learned that in her second class!

... Only, well, she didn't get that far.

"GRHK!" Fiona gagged as that first knee landed true, along with her head being battered with relentless trash talk. The short fighter was left practically limp after that knee, and she paid for it with more knees pounding against her torso, sure to leave at least one sizable bruise on her. She barely even paid attention to the shit that Rose was spewing, only partially because she knew it was suppose to throw her off her game. But those knees were doing that in spades, making the spunky brunette seem almost foolish to get in the ring with the champ like this.

But she wasn't about to take that beating laying down. Eventually she managed to gather her wits enough to grab onto the leg that was barraging her torso and hugged it tight to prevent Rose from tugging it back. And with a good portion of her remaining strength, she attempted to throw both herself and the blonde between the ropes and out of the ring. If successful, both would be sent tumbling and crashing down against the outside mat. Painful, but Fiona would, hopefully, get a few moments to catch her breath and ease the agony pouring through her chest.

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Rose Gold was relentless in her assault on Fiona's mid-section. Determined to cut the miniature MMA fighter down, she refused to release the Plum Clinch even as Fiona took hold of her thigh. She wanted to feel more of the woman's abs yielding to her vicious strikes! She wanted to leave the fiery audience member with a purple reminder in the center of her alabaster belly.

"Ngh! Let go of my leg! So I can finish putting my knee through you!" She demanded as she struggled with Fiona. They moved backwards towards the ring's perimeter. So obsessed with freeing herself was Rose, that she didn't even notice the threat her opponent was posing!

"Get O-OH!" In the middle of another demand, Rose Gold's body was pushed between the top and center rope! She tumbled out of the ring ass first, pulling Fiona with her! Not in some act of spiteful defiance, but simply as a byproduct of trying to grasp onto her to keep from falling!

She spilled onto the padded arena floor, her grip on Fiona released before she even struck the ground. She rolled, her back hitting the barrier that kept the fans from the fighters, the same one that Fiona had jumped.

"Ngh! Damnit!" She growled as she grasped at her head with one hand as the other pushed her up to a three point base. She'd had no chance to defend herself or break her fall, resulting in a rough bump to the back of her head. Fiona's gambit had paid off!

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Fiona acted desperately, and thankfully managed to drive the two out of the ring. And while crashing to the mat hurt, it hurt a lot less than those knees that felt like they were caving in her chest. While Rose ended up crashing on her head and had to push the barricade to push herself up, the MMA fighter landed on her gut, having enough mind to protect her face from the fall, and only getting sore forearms because of it. But now, the two were separated, and the feisty fighter was allowed some time to recover.

A few more hacks and coughs came from her, clearing up the pain in her chest as she rolled over near the steps. Now, she just had to get a plan to capitalize.

Only thing was, well, Fiona hadn't ever stepped in a ring and fought like this before. There was no outside to the octagon. Once you were locked in, you stayed there until a winner was declared, but here, it was easy to get out. And a whole lot more dangerous. And as much as she hated to say it, she didn't have the instincts to immediately know what to do next in this scenario. Suck in air and roll back into the ring, charge Rose and beat her in?

It took her planting a hand against the steel steps she rolled close to to hatch an idea, one that could work with the blonde's high levels of aggression.

"That.. your best? Didn't know I was wrestling a dandy princess over here..." Fiona huffed as she pushed herself up, a smirk crossing her face, getting to one knee. "Back that talk, you prissy fuck."

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Her ears were ringing from the bump she'd taken. But even that was less annoying than Fiona's chiding voice. There was something about the petite pugilist that incensed her. Made her want to tear her apart. And luckily for her... She had the opportunity.

"Princess? How dare you!! I'm the Queen!" She refuted the other girls taunt with one eye closed and a hand on the back of her head. She didn't look regal in this moment. Rather. She looked flustered.

Fiona's taunt provoked the response that she'd wanted out of Rose. She'd made her red faced and angry!

She charged. Circling the ring and approaching Fiona. This was her world. Her ring. Fiona might be competent in a cage, but this arena had different rules! Different hazards!

Rose leapt towards Fiona, her feet extended in a graceful drop kick! A move that was seldom if ever used in an MMA fight.

"You better duck!"

Her words were intentional misdirection.

Her trajectory was somewhat off. Perhaps because of the blow to the head? Or the anger?

It was neither. Rose Gold's target wasn't Fiona... But the steel steps in front of her! The drop kick would drive the top steps into the challenger! Smasjing the. Towards her bare belly and unpadded knees!

It was an attack with an environmental weapon. A cruel, brutal, rule-bending blow. And likely one that Fiona had never had to train for in the past!

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Her ears were ringing from the bump she'd taken. But even that was less annoying than Fiona's chiding voice. There was something about the petite pugilist that incensed her. Made her want to tear her apart. And luckily for her... She had the opportunity.

"Princess? How dare you!! I'm the Queen!" She refuted the other girls taunt with one eye closed and a hand on the back of her head. She didn't look regal in this moment. Rather. She looked flustered.

Fiona's taunt provoked the response that she'd wanted out of Rose. She'd made her red faced and angry!

She ran, but in the opposite direction! She circled the ring, building momentum as she returned to Fiona. This was her world. Her ring. Fiona might be competent in a cage, but this arena had different rules! Different hazards!

Rose leapt towards Fiona, her feet extended in a powerful, momentum infused drop kick! A move that was seldom if ever used in an MMA fight.

"You better duck!"

Her words were intentionally misleading.

Her trajectory was somewhat off. Perhaps because of the blow to the head? Or the anger?

It was neither. Rose Gold's target wasn't Fiona... But the steel steps in front of her! The drop kick would drive the top steps into the challenger! Smasjing the. Towards her bare belly and unpadded knees!

It was an attack with an environmental weapon. A cruel, brutal, rule-bending blow. And likely one that Fiona had never had to train for in the past!