The Midas Touch, Episode 13: Be Careful What You Wish For

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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!

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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.

A spade shaped hairband made of her namesake, rose gold, pulled her hair back and exposed her face. Her attire was more complex. Sleeves and Leggings were both speckled with shiny rose gold highlights. A collared top with a window that exposed the valley between her firm, perky breasts. Like her hairband, this too was cut to the shape of a spade, though this one was inverted. Both symbolic of her status as Ace.

Her bottoms were practically lingerie. Barely there at all. So high-cut were they that the muscles of her kissable inner thigh were bare to the world. A centimeter or two from indecency. The back was cut like a thong, allowing her round, athletic backside to bounce with every step she took. Every aspect of her femininity was accentuated. One look at her was enough to make even the most vigilant of opponent feel their heart beat hasten.

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.

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

"My reign has been long and my victims, er... opponents, have been many." Her cheeks were rosey with affection. Affection for herself and her own achievements.

"And yet there are still those in the locker room who would dare step in the ring with me!" She shook her head, clicking her tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Well tonight, I bring you one such woman! Though her desire to face me comes from a very... Different ambition than we are used to." Her theatrical disappointment gave way to an unusually abundant amount of eager glee. Anticipation.

"Please welcome our guest!" She gestured to the top of the ramp. "Fuuka Yamagishi, come and receive The Midas Touch!"

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Fuuka Yamagishi knew that what she was doing was a big risk. Actually calling what she was doing a risk would probably be rather generous. Fuuka was about to step into the ring with LAW Lightweight Champion Rose Gold, for the express purpose of getting beat up in front of the tens of thousands in the live audience, and the millions more watching this on prime time national television. Sure, technically Fuuka was fighting for the Lightweight Championship, but by this point, everybody knew what the Midas Touch series really was: Rose padding her title defense numbers against inferior competition.

Now the obvious question is why would Fuuka agree to do this? The answer to that goes back to why she's wrestling in LAW at all. To put a long story short, she hates her parents for caring more about their family name than their daughter's happiness, and wants to get back at them by dragging that name through the mud. And jobbing in a skintight bikini with so many people watching sure seemed like a good way to do that. Then, Fuuka heard Rose call her name and her music start to play. It was time.

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Fuuka's theme didn't go quite as hard as the champion's nor did she receive as much fanfare, but considering what this was, it actually seemed rather fitting. Fuuka smiled and waved to the crowd as she made her way down to the ring. You'd never think she was knowingly walking into a beating with the look on her face. She looked rather peaceful.

Once Fuuka entered the ring, she got a good look at Rose's face. It looked like nothing less than a lion staring down at a baby zebra that couldn't run yet. And that baby zebra was Fuuka. Still, the bluenette spoke calmly, "Thank you for this opportunity Ms. Gold. I must admit that I hadn't expected you of all people to see and respond to my interview. You're really giving me all that I wanted." Then Fuuka's face got a bit more serious, "But we both know that you're no charitable face, so I have to ask. What's the catch? I can only assume you have some plan to turn this around on me and make me regret this." Though the decision making that led Fuuka to where she stood could be called questionable, she was no idiot. Fuuka knew there had to be something hidden in the works.

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"Oh. Believe me, I'm going to give you all that you wanted. And more." She let the microphone dangle from her fingertips as she looked over the bluenette. Fuuka was voluptuous. Her curves made her otherwise homely appearance sexy in a girl next door sort of way. Her appearance met Rose Gold's standards, at least as far as victims went. And she made this apparent to Fuuka as she licked her lips while lasciviously exploring the lines of her attire.

"Tonight's challenge will be a Mercy Match. Do you understand what that means?" She asked plainly as she brought the microphone to her lips of midnight. "It means that you don't get to quit until I let you." She smirked.

"You seem to think this sport is a means to your own perverse ends. Well. Here I am. The Queen most capable of granting you your wish. The grandest stage in the world! Upon which you'll receive the sweetest suffering you could ask for. All for the paltry cost of it not ending until I am satisfied!"

It seemed simple enough... But at the time, Fuuka didn't know just how deep Rose Gold's sadistic hunger ran.

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Everything came together and made sense once Fuuka heard Rose explain the special stipulation of this match. Fuuka wasn't allowed to submit and pull the plug on the pain and suffering that the champion would no doubt inflict upon her. Only when Rose decided to show mercy, or more realistically, got bored, would she allow Fuuka to surrender. The Queen's orders would be absolute.

"I understand Ms. Gold. You don't intend to stop until you've broken me, right?" asked Fuuka. She knew of Rose Gold's reputation, and had watch one of her matched beforehand. In that moment, she knew backing out was the smart decision that she should be making. She knew that the woman that Rose won her title from was still on the LAW Injured List. And yet...

"Very well. I will not submit to my Queen until she allows it," said Fuuka, playing up the situation. "The only thing that I humbly ask for in return, is that you make my execution an event to remember." With that, Fuuka took a wrestling stance she knew she wouldn't use, and waited for the bell.

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"Every match with me is an event to remember!" She barked dismissively.

"I get it. You're a masochist. You intend to get off on me breaking you." She rolled her neck and brushed her rose-tipped bangs away from her eyes. "Well be careful what you wish for honey. I don't use safe words!"

The movement of her hand and her rose tipped hair had meant to be a distraction. An act that would draw the rookies eyes. And keep her from noticing the toe of Rose Gold's boot as it was driven between her thighs, long before the bell had a chance to ring!

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I don't know how she came to that conclusion, but It doesn't really matter, Fuuka thought when she heard Rose call her a sexual masochist. But as long as Rose gave Fuuka the humiliation that she was looking for, the champ could think whatever she wanted of Fuuka for all the bluenette jobber cared.

Fuuka saw Rose take a step towards her as she brushed her hair aside. But she was quite observant, so she then noticed the champ's foot coming up for her crotch. And so it begins, Fuuka thought. She had a chance to react and try to do something, but even if it could have worked, that wasn't what Fuuka was here for.

"Ah!" Fuuka squealed as her hands went between her legs. Her knees buckling inwards as she bent forward, her breasts giving a little bounce as she did so. Fuuka then took a shaky step forward, to where her face was mere inches away from Rose's toned, taut tummy. Fuuka would then fall forward, pressing her face fully into Rose's stomach, and wrap her arms around the blonde's waist. It wasn't an attack, nor something she needed to do to stay upright, she was just playing up the attack, even if it did genuinely hurt a lot.

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The girl crumpled from the blow. Her body hadn't simply surrendered to the pain, it had welcomed it. She could tell at the moment of impact that Fuuka had offered no resistance. The muscles in her thighs hadn't tightened. She hadn't drawn in a deep breath. She'd done nothing at all to protect herself... And even now, she leaned into her attack.

"You really are desperate to be a sandbag, aren't you?" She asked, a bit of surprise in her tone. She'd heard the girl's claims in her interview. At the time she had thought them performative. But now- "The world is truly full of strange, strange women." She mused with a smirk.

One of Rose Gold's hands entangled itself in Fuuka's hair. She held firm, preventing the girl from falling further. "Very well then. Let's start the SHOW!" Before stepping into her and digging her right knee up between her tits! A blow to her solar-plexus that would leave her gasping in unimaginable pain! A surgical strike that would not only debilitate her but would also make a show of jiggling her tits.

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It seemed rather strange to Fuuka. She posed quite literally zero threat to Rose Gold, and yet the blonde still decided to go for a cheap shot to open the match with. Fuuka figured that was probably just something that someone who openly marketed themselves as a nasty heel did. Fuuka wasn't too concerned by it, regardless. She was just focused on what Rose would do to her next.

"Ah!" Fuuka yelped as she was held in place by her hair by Rose. The bluenette raised her arms up over her head and pulled weakly on Rose's wrist in a show that accentuated the champion's dominance over her. Not even both of Fuuka's arms could make one of Rose's hands budge. And by raising her arms, Fuuka was also was drawing attention to her breasts, which hung low as Fuuka was leaning forward into Rose.

As a result, Fuuka's chest ended up being a perfect target for Rose's knee. "AGH!" she cried out as the champion's hard knee drove into her soft chest. Fuuka's breasts jostled and jiggled within her leotard as saliva began dribbling out of her open mouth as she tried to reclaim the air that was driven out of her.

Fuuka dropped to her knees, still being held upright by her hair. Her arms still raised over her head as her chest heaved up and down with each deep breath she took. But for as bad as Fuuka looked, one of the few useful traits she had for wrestling was that she could take a beating. She still had plenty of gas left in the tank for Rose to ride through.

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Fuuka's body responded immediately to her knee strike. She felt the girl jolt and wilt as her legs went out from under her. She was left dangling from her hair like a marionette. She offered about as much resistance now as she had a moment ago when she was pulling on her arm.

"You're not cut out for this little girl." She rolled her eyes as she gave her hair a rough jerk. "If you want to put your body on display, go into the AV industry." She continued as she reached down and took hold of one of Fuuka's hanging melons.

"You'd do quite well. You have the body for it."

Her wrist turned, her fingers dancing across the delicate sensitive skin of her breast. Her thumb ran across her nipple beneath her attire. The gentle intimacy of her touch contrasted strikingly with the body blow she'd just been delivered. It promised something sweet. Gave Fuuka's inner woman something to yearn for.

And then Rose Gold took hold of her shoulders and pulled her into another brutal knee strike! She drove the cruel bone deeper into the kneeling girl's chest! She struck the precise spot she'd hit before. Another blow to her solar plexus. Another cruel theft of her breath. While the last attack hurt, this one would be surreal. It would fill her upper body with burning. It would see her lungs yearning for air. The experience would be akin to drowning. Except without the knowledge that getting above water would save you!

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"That's the point," said Fuuka when Rose told her that she simply was not cut out for wrestling. And then at the moment she said that, the bluenette then released why Rose thought that she was a masochist who was getting off on the beating that she was currently receiving from the champion. Even if it wasn't quite right, Fuuka understood how the pieces got put together that way.

Then Fuuka felt rose begin cupping one of her breasts with her free hand. "Ohohoho," was the noise that came out of Fuuka's mouth as her body shuddered in response to the surprisingly deft and gentle touch of Rose's hand on her body. Fuuka knew that Rose had done similar things to her opponents in the past, but with how much pain the heel liked to inflict, the jobber hadn't been expecting pleasure.

And then the second knee hit Fuuka like a brick into her body. The exact same spot as the first, and this time Fuuka was too distracted to see it coming. "GAH!" Fuuka's body even came up off of the ground slightly, with the jobber only being kept up by her dominatrix of an opponent jerking her up by her hair.

The blow made Fuuka's chest shake and rub against Rose's hand, giving her a strange sensation of the combination of pain and pleasure welling up in her chest. Rose had yet to strike Fuuka's head, but it was already starting to swirl a little from the experience. Fuuka's hands let go of Rose's, and her arms fell back down to her sides.