The Midas Touch, Episode 11: Headbangers Ball

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Rose Gold's back was against the bottom turnbuckle with her hands clutching her flower. Her lascivious assault had been reversed with a bite and left her world little more than white-hot agony. Every beat of her heart brought about a new throb of pain in her swollen lower lips.

Chris was on the move. But she was so far away... She didn't have the focus to pay her any mind. "Haah~ Ahn~ God!" She whimpered, leaning her head back against the bottom turnbuckle. Her heels kicked weakly against the canvas as she tried to think about anything but what was done to her precious pussy.

'I'll make you pay!' It was a thought hidden behind teared-up eyes because the words wouldn't come out. What was supposed to be a routine showcase had become something of a war. They had spilled onto the outside and she'd taken numerous blows to the head. She was dizzy and exhausted and at her limit...

'Get pruned, you fucking weed!' She heard the words but didn't truly understand them. Her golden eyes followed the sound, tracing it back to its' source. And what she found made her eyes go wide with horror!

She was too late to catch Chris perched on the corner. She was already mid-air. She was rocketing towards Rose, as the name of her coast-to-coast drop kick would imply. She was stretched out in all ways but her knees, those were coiled, spring-loaded to drive Rose Gold's face through the ring post!

Rose Gold's hands grasped the ropes beside her. Maybe she could pull herself up? She knew that was a pipe dream. She was dizzy, her equilibrium was gone. And her inner thighs were still seized from the bite they'd just received. Chris was getting closer, and Rose Gold had nowhere to run!

"N-NOOOO!" She screamed in horror and turned her head away, better on the cheek than in the nose. She didn't pray, because she didn't believe in a power higher than herself, but she hoped to be saved!

Chris's feet neared her pretty face! Rose Gold's right leg shot up, the heel of her boot like the tip of a spear in a phalanx! She braced herself with the ring post behind her and her grip on the ropes! And screamed in wrathful desperation!

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The crowd was in complete silence. The Midas Touch was a segment made by the contemptable Lightweight Champion to showcase just how far above the rest of the weight class she stood. Yet here, after challenging the rising rock star Chris to let off some of her frustrations, the infamous Rose Gold was currently dazed and hurting. Of course the snow haired high-flyer wasn't in much better shape, perhaps worse off than the title holder was. The match had been a lot more even than the champion or the crowd had expected it to be. Chris stood on the top ropes on her shaky legs, weakened from the Caustic Cutie's holds and embarrassment after being stripped down to her panties. Her attempt at a final push against the displeasing blond.

As the rock star found the strength to leap from the ropes, they all watched on. Could this rookie, with barely a handful of matches under her belt, actually take the gold from Rose? After she had beaten, humiliated, and brutalized so many others she had brought in for these segments of hers, would a huge upset happen? As the distance closed as Chris aimed her ICMD at the champion, they waited with bated breath.

Chris' teeth grit tight and her eyes narrowed, one last spark pushing her on. Her fingers were inches from the metaphorical gold, so close to victory she could taste it - a much preferable taste than the dreadful honey Rose had forced her to drink. She could do it, the rocker could and would take the belt from the panicking champion.

That confidence was proven to be unfounded. Matching the rock star's cry as she soared through the air, the blond's leg shot up and went right between the high-flyer's own as they shot out. Chris' legs missed Rose's face entirely - or maybe she grazed her just slightly, she didn't know - where as the champion's heel hit squarely right into the rock star's womanhood. A collective 'oo' rang throughout the arena, men and women alike squeezing their legs together as they could only imagine the pain such momentum coming to a sudden half in such a vulnerable spot felt.

"G-gk-k--" Chris choked as she soon crashed down on the ground, her hands shooting down between her legs. Tears welled up, drool dribbled past her lips. Her final attempt to try and obtain the lightweight championship, to show up this self-centered, despicable woman, had ended up as a whiff. And while that knowledge hurt, it was nowhere near as painful as her throbbing sex. All she could do now as lie there, curled up in pain, and hope a quick end would soon follow.

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Her head turned and eyes closed, Rose Gold couldn't see what she'd done to Chris. But she felt Chris's weight crash against her heel! She felt her soft, vulnerable body yield to her heel. She heard the turnbuckle creak as it supported the impact. And most satisfyingly, she listened to the crowd's gasps!

Her head snapped forward and she opened her eyes. And what she saw in front of her put a grin on her face that couldn't possibly get larger!

She was exhausted and battered... The bout had been far more challenging than it should have been. It was meant to be a self-aggrandizing clinic. A quick assault on an unexpecting opponent... But instead, it had become a war! Her eyes dilated like a jungle cat as they settled upon Chris. She who had defied her role in this drama was crumpled into the fetal position. Her face was a pathetic mask of agony complete with drool and tears. It triggered every vile predatory instinct in her.

She crawled out of the corner like a beast on the prowl. Slow, foreboding. Inevitable. "That desperate pain between your thighs-" Her fingers wrapped themselves in Chris's hair, pulling her head up as the words were purred towards her captive audience.

She knelt beside Chris, taking hold of her gleefully. "I can feel it too, you know. My womanhood also aches!" She swung her hips over Chris's shoulder. Her hands wove them together like an intricate knot. One of Chris's arms ran up the length of Rose Gold's body and was clutched between her modest, sweat-soaked breasts. Her thighs hugged Chris's face as her legs wove behind her head!

There was no subtlety in the way was setting up her signature submission. And there was in even less in her words. "The difference between us is that I can do something about it!" Her legs cinched tight, forcing her dampened crotch against Chris's agonized expression! Rose Gold began to squeeze tightly upon her prey, constricting her like a great boa! Chris's airways were closed off by a combination of Rose Gold's own thighs and the arm that was woven between them. A mounted triangle choke that added insult to injury with a pussy smother.

The Midas Clutch!

"NOW SATISFY ME!" She barked as she postured up triumphantly, rocking her hips lewdly upon Chris's agonized expression!

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"I-it-taiii," the high flyer whined from her pathetic position. The win was within reach, her fingers had just brushed it. And yet just as her feet were about to hit Rose's face, the champion's leg had rose up and her heel ended up squarely into Chris' groin. She had ended up impaling herself upon the caustic cutie's sudden counter. The victory was snatched away from her by a desperate reaction. A cruel joke by the Fates to kill her chance similarly to how it had come to her.

Rose could have likely rolled Chris onto her back and pin her then. But the blond would not be so kind to the woman who uprooted what her self-serving series was about. The venomous vixen grabbed her snowy locks, rubbing in how despite both of their nether regions aching only one of them had the strength to get back up.

Chris had no time to even consider what truth there was or wasn't to her tormentor's words, as suddenly once more she was wrapped up in the champion's Midas Clutch hold. Once more she was forced to suffocate between her strong legs and her own arm, the tear-blurred world around her slowly becoming an inky black. Her nausea also returned as the disgusting taste of Rose Gold's nectar did, gagging against the thin clothing that covered her sopping pussy.

Her body reacted in the same way it had before, but it was now more akin a gentle nibble than the harsh clamp it had formerly been. The rocker's body had given up, her pain below the belt too much for her. The embarrassment from being stripped down to her panties, from being exposed to the masses once again, and from suffocating against the disgusting crotch of the vile champion. All of it had broken her. All she could manage now was gag and whine beneath Rose Gold, roll her eyes back the closer and closer she slipped to unconsciousness, and twitch her limbs uselessly.

How the bitch no doubt must have enjoyed the sight and feel of it all.

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Rose Gold's eyes slid closed and her lower lip was sucked in betwixt her teeth. This was the end. She could feel it. And it stirred up her insides better than any lover could. Chris had left her bloodied and exhausted. But at the end of the contest, it was she who was on her back. It was Chris who was staring up the length of the Foul Temptress's body.

"You look so -nnn Cute like that, Chris-chan!" Her voice wavered as her thighs bucked upon Chris's face. Every thrust seemed to cause the vice-like choke to tighten. Squeezing the struggle out of her and making her easier to swallow whole. And Rose Gold watched every bit of the dimming light in her eyes. She took note of every weakening struggle. Of every shortened breath. And it set her womb on fire!

"Mn~ That's it~ That look! It's making me so w-wet!" She gasped as Chris's gasping whines reverberated against the burning hot flesh of her barely covered womanhood. Chris could feel her clitoris, hard and needy against her face. And she could feel the way her sopping wet pussy twitched in response to her unintentional stimulation. "C-come on Chris-chan! I'm almost~ Fwaahh!" Her sentence was cut off by a girlish moan as she began to shudder.

"Ohhnnnn~ Yessss~" She hissed, snake-like as her climax approached. Her heart pounded in her chest as she began to lose control! Her thighs tightened as the convulsions approached! She threw a hand backward to brace herself, sinking her palm into one of Chris's naked breasts.

And then her dampened garments became soaked. She came to the sensation of suffocating another woman with her sex. The domination was both physical and symbolic. She was the better woman... And now, Chris could taste it as her consciousness faded to black!

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Chris continued to cough and gag as her body barely moved, no doubt to Rose's continued delight. Her fading mind barely registered the cruel champion's intimate expression, her words as she talked down to the beaten rock star, and the tiny bundle of nerves that accompanied the vile nectar that forced itself down her throat. Rose Gold wasn't aiming to just defeat Chris, she aimed to dominate her. Even if she had defied the intention of the Midas Touch, in the end it still served its purpose. Show to LAW just what the Caustic Cutie was made of, and how her opponents beneath her.

Those were the last thoughts the snow haired girl felt one of her breasts squeezed and a torrent of Rose's juices smeared her face and into her mouth. Her world had then become black, finally falling silent as she lie there still. The match was finally over. All that remained was for the ref to approach and confirm Chris' fall into unconsciousness, call for the bell, and declare Rose Gold the winner.

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"Mnnn~ So g-good!" Her words were a gasping shudder that emerged in the final breath of her climax. Her hips shuddered as all of the tension fled her body. All of the aches and pains of the bout were replaced with a thrum of pleasure and cool relief.

The referee rushed over with grim determination. Chris Yukine had ceased to move. Her legs went still and the back of her hands hit the canvas. The official was waving off the bout and calling for the match to end! The timekeeper got the signal and sounded the bell. *Ding Ding Ding*

The sudden din brought Rose Gold's attention to the referee and she gave her a lazy glare. But the warmth of Chris's lips upon her hypersensitive sex felt too good for her to stay angry. She slid forward and off of her throne before climbing to her feet.

The referee took her hand and raised it up, eager to announce her victory. The sooner the announcement came, the sooner the Foul Temptress would leave.

"Your Winner by KO: Rose Gold!"

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The rock star lay unresponsive as Rose slid off her face, finally allowing air to flow again. Her head flopped to the side as the ref raised the lightweight champion's arm and announced her victory. There were few jeers from Chris' loyal fans and those looking forward to the champ's dethroning, but they were little more than whispers amongst the degenerates who enjoyed watching the Caustic Cutie tear her victims apart. They especially enjoyed the sight of the white haired girl, laying limp and unconscious with the Ace's juices smeared on her face.

After a few moments the ref would hand the belt over to Rose before motioning for her to leave the ring. The match was over and there was no need for the blond to remain in the ring, after all. She needed to check on if the rocker would wake up soon to exit or if they would need to call assistance for her. She wouldn't see if the venomous vixen would actually leave or remain for whatever reason.

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"Give me that!" She hissed as she snatched her belt away from the referee with a disgusted grimace. The ref girl nearly stumbled over as the belt was taken from her hands, but she managed to stay on her feet. And managed not to draw any more of the vile champion's ire. The bell had rung. The match was over. But as Rose Gold turned her attention towards the barely conscious Chris Yukine, it became clear that Rose Gold was far from done!

Rose drove the toe of her boot viciously into Chris's side. It wasn't exactly how they taught CPR in college, but she was confident it would be sufficient to jump-start her heart!

Whether the girl was choking or groaning, Rose Gold would take the defeated woman by the hair and begin to drag her towards the corner. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with making me cum, did you?" She licked her lips with a sadistic grin. Chris had of course had no say in that lascivious act. And it was clear that if she had, she would have vehemently refused it. The Venomous Vixen channeled all of her faux outrage as she roughly threw Chris into the corner, slamming the back of her head against the second turnbuckle.

The ref girl appealed to her, pleading for her to leave the ring. Rose Gold locked eyes with her. "You either watch like a good little girl. Or you're next." Her words were shot through the referee's heart like an arrow. She staggered backward and fell onto her own backside, nodding complacently. The look of fear on her face put the smile right back on the Sinister Siren's face. "That'a girl."

Her next move was to fasten her title belt around her waist. It seemed a strange action. She then moved to stand in front of the battered Chris Yukine. She looked down on her, the way one looks down on an ant. "You wanted to know what it was like to get in the ring with the best in the business, didn't you?" She sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes. "Well honey, I always send my fans home happy!"

With that, she turned her back on Chris. Her fingers pushed past her own waistband. They hooked it and the straps of the tiny garment beneath them. And she drug them down past her thighs. It was clear why she had put the belt on now. The great metallic emblem of the Lightweight Championship hung between her hips, preserving her modesty. However, Chris was afforded no such generosity.

Rose Gold drove her hips backward into Chris's vulnerable face! Smashing her with a bare-ass hip attack! The collision came with a wet slap, her sex still sodden from their intimate affair! Rose Gold bit her lip with a look of lascivious and sadistic satisfaction! Before pulling her hips back, and then delivering them again! And again! And again! Battering the poor rocker as the most despicable members of the audience counted out the attacks! "6! 7!" She was battering her, smashing her head against the corner and crushing her face with indecent exposure!

"8!!" Rose Gold's face had become red again. Much like it had been when she had previously ridden Chris's face! She was lost in her lust for vile violence and degredation! "9!" This attack shook the ring and nearly caused the champion to lose her grip on the ropes. All of her weight fell upon Chris's face, as if she was using it for a seat cushion. "Ooooooh!" The crowd roared as Rose Gold provocatively swung her hips. Rubbing Chris's face between her thighs and cleaning the other wrestler's make-up off her face with her sweet-smelling sex!

"10!" And then the final thrust came! She fired herself pussy first into Chris's face like she was shot out of a cannon!

And with the damage done, she pulled up her little shorts and threw her fist in the air!

"LAW!" She demanded! "CELEBRATE FOR YOUR ACE!" She grinned wide, her face still pink with arousal. Lexy would have her work cut out for her. "AND RECOGNIZE THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU EXIST FOR MY PLEASURE! JUST! LIKE! THIS TRASH!" She pantomimed kicking dirt backward onto Chris's ruined form before she began towards the edge of the ring with an arrogant saunter of her hips.

She'd made her point. And she'd made sure the world, but especially Chris Yukine, would never forget it.

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Chris awoke with a jerk, rolling to her side coughing and gagging while her opposite cried from the pointed kick. There was a strange, unknown aftertaste on her tongue, and nearly caused the rocker to dry heave. The last she thing she could actually remember was her head, trapped between the Venomous Vixen's mounted triangle choke and... something else that she couldn't quite figure. Something... wet, maybe? Something that seemed to still linger on and around her lips.

Before she could give more thoughts on her defeat - and before she could start contemplating how pissed she was - her skull screamed as she was hoisted and pulled up by the target of her to-be-ire and defeat. As the blond spat her poison, all the snow haired highflyer could do was glare - gagging when Rose filled in the blank as to what the taste truly was. Now she was feeling ashamed, irate, and disgusted with that grossness lingering on her tastebuds. And given how they seemed to be heading to a corner, Chris was sure it wasn't over.

Proven true as the back of her head was harshly smashed against the middle turnbuckle, giving a weak grunt to the sadistic excuse of a champion as she awkwardly leant against it. As the ref tried and failed to get Rose to leave things be, all Chris could do was glare at her. She gripped the ropes and tried to straighten up, or use it to pull her outside and get away from whatever the bitch had planned, but she lacked the strength. A mirror to the chance that got away only moments ago, when the Venomous Vixen had been the one helpless in the corner. But rather than cry like a helpless girl like the blond, the highflyer refused to return the favor to her tormentor. Whether the blond saw or not was secondary to the action itself. Letting herself seem as weak as she was, was the only form of resistance she could muster.

Rose turned back towards the rocker, fastening the champion's belt around her waist and looking down at her white haired challenger. Chris glared as the bitch spoke down to her and turned her back to her. Rose then leant down and pulled her thin bottoms just past her thighs, giving the rocker a perfect view of her pink flowers, still sopping from her previous release. Chris' face turned nearly as pink, humiliating dread rolling over her as she feared what was coming.

What she imagined wouldn't compare to the reality, however.

Bracing herself to get smothered as best her beaten body could, she was totally unprepared as she felt the champion's behind not press into her face, but rather slam and smash her head against the middle turnbuckle. A wet sound accompanied the harsh impact, the Caustic Cutie angling herself so her flower pressed against Chris once more and further smeared her juices onto her face. Before the rocker knew it, a second strike followed. And a third, followed by a fourth. Each bare hip attack powerfully sandwiching the rock star between the padded cover and Rose's bare ass and pussy. Each followed by a weaker and weaker moan of pain. The depraved followers loudly counting along each time their 'Ace' struck with malicious glee. And with each hit, Chris felt those juices smear against her lips once again. Even some droplets of the vile liquid splash onto her bare chest from the motions, slowly growing the more aroused the sadistic blond became.

By the eigth blow - only known by the counting crowd - Chris' glare had long faded. Now she was in a deep daze, Rose's essence smeared against her lips and splattered across her bare chest. If not for the quick succession of the champion's hip attacks, the rocker would likely have slipped down onto her own ass already. She was slowly slipping back to unconsciousness, only kept awake with each harsher and harsher slam.

Then came the ninth, the Venomous Vixen sensually tubbing her revolting sex against her victim's face. Slowly she went, finalizing the humiliating cherry on her torturous sundae. Chris felt every slow sway, every drop smeared against her. It was the most humiliated she had ever felt. Rose didn't just want to best her, this was a message. A message this challenge was supposed to impart, a message she had ruined with what seemed to end up with her victory.

She was beneath her tormentor, a mere platform to raise her higher. That Rose Gold's claims and self-made title were well founded.

And finally, Rose brought her hips forward only to then put all her force into a tenth and final bare hip attack. One final blow to finalize her dominance, and slap her drooling sex against her victim's red face.

Chris was finally released, landing on her butt and weakly coughed in her daze. As Rose addressed the crowd, they cheered and hooted from the sight the blond left Chris in. Face red from humiliation and covered in the champion's juices, with her bared chest splattered with the same from each impact. Her limbs lay weak at her side and against the canvas, deep in an embarrassed daze.

Finally the champion kicked her feet back, as if kicking back dirt onto her beaten opponent, expressing her final thoughts. That would be the last act she performed before leaving up the ramp, triumphant, and satisfied. She had done what she set out to do and ended up destroying the rocker.

Chris would lay there for the crowd's torment, unable to move just yet. But now, with Rose Gold no longer having her poisonous, pink eyes looking down on her, the weakness finally showed. The disgust she felt on her lips and chest, knowing she was forced to drink some of it. The humiliation from being displayed as a trophy and almost toyed with. And finally frustration to both herself and the Caustic Cutie at how she had an incredible win snatched from her like it had. It all broke out at once, tears falling from her as she rested against the bottom of the corner.

Winner by KO: Rose Gold