The Midas Touch, Episode 11: Headbangers Ball

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Listening to the initial verse of Chris's screams was bliss. The confident rookie was squealing like a wounded animal. There was a desperation in them that made the sadist shudder. It wasn't just that she was in pain. It was that she despaired! She yearned not just for the suffering to end, but to escape! And there was no better music on earth than the frustrated agony of a woman caught in her web!

"Mmmn~ There we are. I can understand how you got your record deal now, cutie." She mused condescendingly over the sound of Chris's belting.

But the second verse was far less satisfying. Her voice quieted. And the harmony in her notes lacked the sorrow she had so loved. Replaced instead with determination. She felt the tension in Chris's body shift. The resistance moved away from her grin and instead to her core. She was committing to fighting back.

*Crack* The realization didn't prevent Chris's forearm from crashing against Rose Gold's unguarded face. *Crack* A second time caused the hold to loosen. *Crack* And a third brought a scream from the champion's throat and freed Chris completely! Causing Rose Gold to roll away and clutch her face.

Her hands covered her face like a mask. But for some reason, her lips were still curled in an ominous smirk.

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Chris wasn't some instrument for Rose Gold to play as she saw fit. She had been caught and singing for her release, much like many a fairy tale princess or a caged bird. The melody of her pain was music to the sadist. But Chris was no helpless maiden or a canary. She was a fucking rock star. And that angry sentence repeated in her head, over and over, as she pushed herself up, feeling the pressure shift to her core, and threw her forearm into the champion's face. And after the third she was finally freed, the two rolling away from each other.

She lay still a few seconds, covering her aching sex and rubbing the muscles between her thighs. She'd have to be careful not to get caught like that again, or else she wasn't sure she'd summon her rocker spirit like that again. And as she rose back up to one knee, that warning rang truer as pain shot through the muscles once more. They had been stretched way to far. She pushed through, enough to get back to a vertical basis, but that was as far as the rocker felt she could for the moment.

The Venomous Vixen had done more than just hurt her, she had decreased Chris' ability to utilize her speed. She might be able to run, but it'd be slower and the champion would likely be more capable of countering her. And even if Rose was stunned, and not an act this time, Chris wasn't certain she'd be able to attack without it becoming another trade.

So as much as it pissed her off, evident to all be her grit teeth and furrowed brow, the rockstar backed away a few small steps. She'd need to let her legs move very little so her muscles wouldn't stress and they could recover some. And hopefully she would be ready for whatever the champion attempted next.

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"You should have tapped." She spat through her smirk. She wiped her mouth, removing the saliva that had been knocked out of it by Chris's repeated forearm strikes.

It took her a similar amount of time to get back to her feet as it did Chris. But the difference in their postures was identifiable the moment they stood across the ring from one another. Rose Gold's face scuffed. She'd taken her fair share of damage from Chris's opening salvo and her rebuttal to the Petal Puller. But she was fully able.

"You're compromised, aren't you?" She grinned, following Chris's steps with her own. Never closing. Just keeping the distance. Walking her back. And haunting her by exposing the state of her body to the audience. "I've spent my whole life stretching other girls beyond their means." She put her fists together, and then roughly tore them apart. "Breaking them."

Her nipples puckered against her attire as she waited for Chris's reaction. "I'll say it again Rookie. You should have tapped. Before, you might have stood a chance." She smirked at the idea of losing at all.

"But now, you're just going to die tired!"

Her words preceded a sudden vicious whip of her right leg. A chopping kick that would target her ailing lower body. With good head movement and core control, she could weave away from a head attack. But nothing would save her legs but themselves. A test. If she passed, then perhaps Rose was wrong. Maybe she wasn't as hurt as she seemed.

But if she failed... If she failed, her condition would be exposed to the world. Dramatic quicksand for the underdog heroine.

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Chris glared defiantly as Rose spoke, slowly scooting back as the self proclaimed Ace followed but never closed the distance. Like a predator stalking its wounded prey and leading it into the maw of their trap. The rock star was indeed wounded by the devastating hold, the muscles thrumming in pain as she continued to back away. And the champion, and the audience, could see it plain as the clothes on their back.

Chris had started strong, and struck hard to escape the Petal Puller, but now she was a hobbling, compromised prey. Her speed was her biggest asset, and it was lessened, at least for now. And as Rose broke her fists apart, like snapping a twig, the rock star finally stopped. She was injured and she was cautious, and she gulped as nerves grabbed at her. And surely the sadist before her was enjoying the sight she made of herself.

Yet with her final taunt, how she referred to her as 'rookie,' that she had no chance now, and she would 'die tired,' Chris' glare intensified. She wasn't a nameless rookie to be dismissed. She wasn't Rose's prey to play and get off with. She had fought two middleweights and emerged triumphant. So what if her groin hurt a bit? If the muscles that supported her legs screeched in agony? She wasn't going to be tossed aside as an after thought.

As her inner monologue ended Rose struck, sending out her right leg to kick her legs. Almost like a test to see the damage rather than actually injure her. If the Caustic Cutie wanted to test her, then so be it. With an obvious wince, the rock star leapt up to not only avoid the kick but also to attack. She'd turn sideways mid air and thrust her feet out, throwing a standing dropkick at the champion's face. If it hit then both would surely fall to the ground.

"My name... is Chris!" She'd sneer as she soon got back up, aiming to crawl on top of Rose Gold who would hopefully be dazed from this kick. She'd grab the champion's golden locks, glaring down at her. "Chris!" Her head shot forward, slamming it into her opponent's. "Fucking!" A second headbutt soon followed. "Yukine!" And with a third headbutt she would finally let go. It was as if she had tried to literally hammer her name into Rose Gold's head. "Hurt or not, don't think you can just forget that!"

She was definitely pissed and doing her best to ignore the pain. All she focused on now, what the rocker trained her sights on now, was making sure the champion would remember her name. Not some rookie, but as the rock star that was determined to leave her mark on LAW.

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Rose Gold got what she gambled for. And then some. Chris's reaction was obvious even to the fans in the nosebleed section. Her lower body was in a state of disarray. But as had become the standard for the lightweight prodigy, she wasn't willing to simply rest on her laurels. She continued to put herself at risk, straining the muscles in her legs to vault herself upwards and execute a dropkick!

Wide-eyed, Rose Gold got her hands up just in time to blunt the attack! She was struck by the backs of her own hands rather than Chris's soles. It wasn't enough to keep her on her feet, however! The champion was sent to the canvas immediately and with a shout of surprise-tinted pain! "Ah!"


"Nf~" She landed with a wince of her own. And before she could recover Chris was upon her. They were on the ground, a place where Chris's wounded legs mattered far less.

Rose Gold turned to crawl out from under her and found her motion stopped by the grip on her hair! "Y-you!" She growled as her eyes snapped to Chris's! And her world flashed white as the woman's face was closer than she'd expected! The blow shook her senses! Stunning her!

The second meeting of their skulls knocked the back of her head against the canvas and had her eyes rolling. "Uhhn~" She whimpered as Chris reeled back to throw a third one.

And the final headbutt connected with the sickening hollow crack that only bone on bone could produce!

Rose Gold's neck went limp, her head held aloft by Chris's hand in her hair. Her roots burned and her skull pounded with what seemed like a thousand instances of stabbing pain. Her arrogant bravado was replaced with a drooling, vacant expression.

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Yes she was in pain. Yes it was clear to any who gave even a passing glance the rock star's way. She could barely take a step without feeling the pain between her legs. She wanted to get some room to recover, even just enough for her to get used to the pain, but the so called Ace refused to allow her such reprieve and skulked after her. Rose Gold was an ever present threat and she was making sure Chris wouldn't forget that for a second.

But when she tried to dismiss Chris, categorize her as just another girl to be broken and dominated, she just snapped. She was rising up through LAW, spreading her name for all to hear and maybe even fear, and she was riding the charts with each song she made. She wasn't a Kaylie or a Beatrix or any other generic named girl. She was Chris 'the Rocking' Yukine for Chris- er, Christ's sake! And she was determined to punch her name into the champion's skull if she had to.

It was that thought and the anger behind it that forced her to work through the pain and catch Rose Gold off guard with a dropkick, even if her feet only hit palms. But it was still enough to topple the caustic cutie, and Chris soon took advantage as she tried to retreat with a grab at her hair, holding Rose's head in place for her three, furious headbutts. After a brief flash of anger that grabbing her hair seemed to ignite soon fell apart from each crash of their skulls together, that left the champion in a drooling, dazed mess. After a bit of panting, Chris let go and dropped Rose onto the ground.

Unfortunately in her haste to try and ensure she wouldn't be brushed off, the rock star hadn't thought this thing through. Sure she was in a position that removed her legs from the equation and would keep them from putting stress on them, but she hadn't thought what to do after. She could try for a pin that had a tiny chance of success, but if the champion wasn't as bad off as she expected her legs could easily be targeted once more. And if she tried any of her aerial moves in her state she'd be slowed down, possibly whiffing if, again, Rose Gold was in better shape than she wanted. Not that she was sure she could leap into the air again in her state.

That left either put distance between them, or try for a hold. On one hand either could be useful to give her legs a bit of a rest, and a hold could put some more pressure onto Rose. Or she could be smart, let her legs rest but also let her opponent recover some. No matter what there was a downside, and the longer she deliberated the higher chance she'd lose the momentum she'd just suddenly started.

"Ah, fuck it." Chris would try to roll Rose onto her stomach, pain flaring up as she moved into a kneeling position and dug her left knee into the champion's lower back. Then she'd lace her hands under the blond's chin and pull back as hard as she could. If she didn't debate for too long and was able to go through the motions, she'd lock Rose Gold in a single legged camel clutch, targeting her lower back as she had with the STF earlier. She'd have just gone for that, but she wasn't confident her legs could properly latch on to get the torque just right.

The rocker doubted Rose Gold would be tapping here, but as long as she didn't escape too quickly and her stabilizing leg lasted then that was fine. She'd keep on the pressure, and she could try to get accustomed to the pain and/or give her legs a slight reprieve.

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Rose Gold could feel her heartbeat pounding in her head. Every pulse of her body's hardest working muscle pushed a new pin of searing agony into her brain. The headbutts had done their job and left her groaning on the canvas. Spreadeagled, panting, and vulnerable.

While Chris deliberated over how she should follow-up, the champion's mind did nothing but stumble through the murky haze of being rocked. Her brutal attacks had bought her the window she needed to labor over the decision. And Rose Gold didn't even begin to stir until she rolled her over onto her belly.

"Nnnn~" She let out a groan, her lovely golden eyes blinking rapidly as the world returned to her, blurry and unfocused.

Chris had free reign over her body and began to entangle her! To bend her at the spine once again! And the agony caused her will to resurface!

"I-ITAI!" She cried out beside herself. It wasn't the cry of a powerful champion. But rather of girlish surprise and pain!

Her mouth hung open as she took rapid breaths! Her chest rose and fell as her dazed mind parsed through the various ailings in her body. It found the agony in her spine to be the most pressing matter, and so one of her hands came to the small of her back! To grasp at it with her fingers and to fruitlessly paw at the source of the suffering!

"Nnn-NYAAAH~~"

Her other hand flailed! And reached up! Slapping against Chris's face! Her fingers nearly grasped her hair, but the angle was too strange! Her hand fell away, but her fingers still gripped! Desperate and crying out, she took hold of whatever she could! Grasping it as if it was the precipice of a cliff!

And what they found was her top! It wasn't intentional, not that she was beyond that sort of thing, but Rose Gold yanked down upon the rocker's attire! Tearing at it, as if trying to use it to pull herself up! That was impossible of course, physics denied her escape in this way... But it also denied the top its ability to stay in place... Or perhaps even stay intact!

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Chris was a little surprised that she had been able to deliberate for as long as she had. She knew she had a hard head and good neck muscles from headbanging, a staple of most rock enthusiasts, but for how long she thought it was . Maybe she should headbutt more often? Eh, considerations for later. For now she was just going to enjoy the feeling of her knee digging into the champion's back and pulling back as hard as she could. And especially the girlish squeal Rose made in the hold, which actually brought a cocky little smirk to cross the rock star's face.

"Wow. Who knew the big, tough 'Ace of LAW' could ever sound so pitiful," she said as she felt a hand uselessly try and remove her knee. True a single legged camel clutch was a tad less stable than it's original hold in exchange for a bit more targeted damage, but she wouldn't be able to do anything like that. "Take the advice you tried to so helpfully give me, and just ta-PFFWW!" Her taunt was cut short by the sudden slap to her face, feeling a little annoyed as the hand desperately tried to grab anything it could.

And in true Rose Gold fashion, whether intentional or not, it ended up tightly grasping her new top by the collar tightly. The seconds seemed like hours, her confident and borderline arrogant expression dropping as a loud tearing filled her ears. The rocker's couldn't move fast enough to stop it, as the blond's hand pulled away and tore her top right down the middle. With it being akin to a fancy sportsbra, that ended up baring Chris' snowballs, bouncing free for the entire arena to see. There were a few woots from the crowd watching, some cameras flashing, but none of it registered to the lightweight prodigy who immediately released her hold with a face as red as a tomato.

"K-KYAAAA!!" It was her time to sound like a girl, screaming in embarrassment and covering herself with her arms. "W-what the hell!?" She glared at the venomous vixen, though with how red she was it definitely lacked any of the bubbling anger she felt inside. "Why do all the blonds I fight want to make me go topless!?" Chris pushed herself back by her weak legs, not willing to try something else and risk her bottoms as well.

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Rose Gold felt the tension of Chris's attire the moment her fingers hooked into it. It might have been a happy accident that she'd found it, but it was with the intent that it was ripped away! Tearing as she roughly jerked against its' seams. And what followed made her grin, or at least the half of her face that wasn't wincing did.

Chris's squealing preceded her freedom! The rookie had let go of her. Not only that, she'd fully dismounted!

Rose Gold was up to her feet in time to meet Chris's glare. Her expression was the polar opposite of Chris's. Where the rocker was feeling embarrassed and girlish, the Sinister Siren was eager and excited. There was blood in the water. "Oh my. I hope you weren't saving those for somebody special. The whole world will be looking at them all over the internet tomorrow!" She licked her lips after delivering the psychological attack.

And assuming Chris would be shaken and confused, immediately charged her! She kept her eyes locked on the other lightweight as she built up speed! And once she got to her, she leaped! Her body curled into a ball, spring-loading her knees before they lashed out in a dropkick! However, her target wasn't Chris's chest or face. She hadn't jumped that high! No, the soles of her boots were directed right for the girl's injured legs!

Rose Gold was betting that the rocker wouldn't expose herself in order to put up some offense. The humiliation was too new. And if she was right. Then Rose Gold's basement dropkick was sure to be the turning point in the fight.

Rose Gold would never openly admit that the other girl was skilled. Her unorthodox style and grit had made her a competent, if not threatening contender. And in the eleventh hour, Chris had been the one in control. But as the clock struck midnight, Chris Yukine's carriage turned back into a pumpkin. The truth of her demeanor would be revealed. She was still a rookie. One who had never been exposed on a global stage.

Bibbidy, babidi, boo.

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This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening! Any time she was gaining momentum against this damned champion, it was ripped right from her grasp. What was she doing wrong? Why couldn't she keep the pressure on!? Was she just deciding wrong? Getting too cocky and leaving herself open? Just what was it.

She wanted to consider all of that, but right now she was too flustered. Much as she was pissed at how Rose always found a way to get back in control, the rock star did not do well with being exposed like this. It had happened with Veronika, stripped down to her birthday suit and left in the mud for the paramedics. The number of pictures of her that had been taken of her, the humiliation was still fresh in her memory. Heck, this was even almost an exact moment. Injured legs, though much less so now, topless, and embarrassed beyond belief as several cameras captured and the crowd hooted and hollered for her.

With arms still clutching her chest and keeping her breasts hidden, she rose as the Caustic Cutie did the same. Chris glared - if it could even be called that - and backed away while Rose Gold smiled a foreboding smile and launched her psychological offense. "Not the first time, much to my fucking chagrin," she muttered, flashing back to the first time it happened. Getting pulled along in a waltz as she was unconscious, her panties shoved into her mouth while her rival kept humiliating her. And those hadn't even been the worst ones.

Whether Rose knew of those pics that had been taken down or not, Chris wasn't sure. All that mattered was it worked perfectly for the blond. Any distance between them was closed in the blink of an eye, the flying rock star too shaken from her humiliation to react in time other than to brace herself. She saw Rose Gold jump, but her flustered mind confused how high the champion jumped up. She knew a dropkick was coming her way, but when she felt the feet spike into her legs she knew she'd made a mistake.

Chris toppled over, landing with a harsh thud and cry of pain. Her arms remained in place, keeping her attempt at modesty as she curled up in a fetal position. She was in no state to even think of fighting back until her brain got more in order. Much as she hated it, once more she would be left to the champion's sadistic devices. The rock star would just have to try and figure something out while Rose had her fun.