Yuki Kazikura vs. Rose Gold - Mercy Match

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She could hear Yuki gloating above her. She was cock-sure and arrogant. She seemed to be enjoying her little moment in the sun. Her equalizer. It would make what was about to happen all the sweeter.

As Rose Gold's eyes met Yuki's she couldn't help but soften her rage-fueled expression. Yuki looked like she'd seen a ghost. The fist she sought to drive into her hated foe's face now became a meek shadow of its former intent. Her mouth hung agape. Shocked and defenseless.

Rose closed the gap between them quickly. Their hips meeting boldly. Her lips pursed, a pouty ring, as she drew in a breath that swelled her breasts against Yuki's. Their heights matched in such a way that their sensitive nipples caressed eachother throught their thin attires. One hand came to Yuki's fist. Her fingers curling around it in a facsimile of what it would be like for them to be intertwined.

Her other hand ran a soft trail up the bare skin of her neck and through the perfect raven strands of her hair. Her finger tips playing along the woman's scalp. Gently. Comfortingly. Lovingly.

Their figures shared no space between them. Their waistline's practically fused as Rose Gold pulled her tightly against her. Their breasts mushrooming against one another sending an electric sensation through the supple soft flesh.

And then she leaned in. Those pouty lips captured Yuki's dropped lower one. A gentle suck was given before it was released and a second meeting came at the corner of Yuki's mouth. A quick peck. And finally. She pressed her mouth to the Dynamite Schoolgirl's. Merging their bodies into one.

The soft pink muscle that was her tongue dared inward along Yuki's as she kissed her with hunger and passion. Kelsea... No... Rose Gold; tasted like sugar coated strawberries. She moaned sweetly into the kiss, filling the length of her throat with wonderful new feelings. And if she didn't resist, she'd kiss her like she'd never been kissed before. In a way that would make the dynamite schoolgirl... Feel like a woman.

[CaptainL]

Sure, when the masked Rose Gold first appeared on the entrance ramp, Yuki couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unfamiliar about her. But she didn't pay that much heed for the match, concerning herself instead with other, more important matters. Now, though, the mask was off - and Yuki could never have expected what was beneath. She stood there still, her fist hanging in midair, gasping and wide-eyed, as she tried to process what was staring her right in the face. She felt like she was dreaming. This was too surreal to be possible.

And yet, she knew that it was all too real. No matter how much Yuki muttered to herself in disbelief, no matter how many times she tried to shake herself, the image never changed. Kelsea...was Rose Gold? She had no idea that the girl was even a wrestler, let alone this wrestler. The sweet, friendly attitude she had seen from the girl she'd met in the coffee shop prior to her championship match, and then backstage afterward, seemed like night and day to the ruthless foe she was in the ring with now. A lump formed in Yuki's throat as she drew a grave conclusion in her mind. Was Rose only using her to get close to, before she would crush all of her dreams in one fell swoop?

It seemed like an eternity that Yuki stood there speechless. But nonetheless, it would still come to an end, as Rose closed the distance, their bodies meeting in the center of the ring. As she felt her opponent's chest press up to hers, Yuki could feel her heart pounding faster at the warmth of Rose's skin brushing her own, of the contours of their bodies meeting. She felt it as Rose met her clenched fist with a more gentle embrace, and before long, Yuki began to settle, the tension letting out of her. She felt it as the blonde's fingers traced through her hair and around the back of her neck, shivering as she did - but not resisting. Somehow, something deep in Yuki was curious. It wanted to see what would come next. It wanted...more.

Their lips met. Yuki was silent, even as her open mouth was enveloped in her foe's soft lips. A blush rose to her cheeks, hotter than she had felt in a ring before, she thought. Did Rose really...feel this way about her?

There was no time to ponder that, though. Her shoulders slumped, and a soft purr left her throat. Yuki's thoughts were calm, and curiously at peace despite the whirlwing of emotions she had just been served. She felt like she was floating in midair, and that all around her had disappeared into nothingness, leaving only herself and her opponent. Whatever it was, there was something in this contact that made her want to be here. She felt safe. Slowly, she relaxed against Rose again, her eyelids growing heavier before fluttering closed.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold sighed into the sweet sapphic kiss shared by the two women. Their athletic bodies entangled in an embrace that would make a hentai champion blush. The soft wet sounds of the kiss was accompanied by the two women's competing whimpers as their mouths worked to consume eachother. "Mmmph... Mmmn..." The kiss lasted longer than Rose had intended... There was something that stirring inside of her that didn't want to let go. Something that demanded she surrender to Yuki. That she lead her to the back, where they could abandon their violence, and she could apologize and explain, and continue. These thoughts made her vision blurry as tears began to form in her eyes.

And then she drove her knee between the valley of Yuki's thighs. The hard bone driving into the core of the younger woman's body and crushing her sensitive flower against her pubic bone with gut-wrenching force. She didn't release the kiss. She wanted to feel Yuki's agony reverberate down her own throat liker some sort of sick brass instrument. She wanted to drink her suffering. To drive away the soft girl who thought to sob. And fill her heart with the agony of her opponent as her vulnerable pussy was destroyed!

With her fill, Rose Gold would pull her face away from Yuki's, their lips connected by a strand of saliva. "Oh no!" She said in faux-concern. "You must be in so much pain! You should lie down!" Her false nurturing was accompanied by her slipping behind the Japanese wrestler. Her arms wrapping Yuki's up in a double chicken-wing. "Let me help you with that!"

Rose lifted Yuki upwards as she arched her back! Her knees bent as she threw the girl overhead to land upon the back of her own neck. The one-liner had been accompanied by a picture perfect Dragon Suplex. Rose maintained the bridge to prevent Yuki from slumping over. She maintained her hold on her arms to keep her from covering up! To be sure that her legs floated over and remained spread on either side of Yuki's pained face. To leave her lower body shamefully exposed as her skirt fluttered away from it.

Dragon Suplex

[CaptainL]

Yuki had been lost in the kiss. For a moment, time had stopped. There was only the two of them now, as two women, not even as competitors. Deep inside her, she realized, she wanted this. She almost didn't care about winning any more - it was as though there wasn't even a match going on.

But there was. And Yuki would soon be brought forcefully back into reality, as Rose dished out a reminder of the fact - her knee kicking up from the ground and burying itself between Yuki's legs. Instantly, her body was wracked with pain, her eyes going wide as she was shaken back into reality. Yuki's legs buckled underneath her as she began to sink lower, but Rose still didn't break their lip-lock. The scream that left the young joshi was absorbed by her opponent's mouth, expressing her pain only as a muffled groan.

When Rose at last broke away, Yuki was in no better shape than she was a moment before. Tears budded in her eyes from the agony, and she groaned in a stifled sob. Rose had gone for the low blow in more ways than one, catching her completely off her guard before delivering the crippling impact. As she took in ragged breaths, trying to regain her strength, Yuki could only manage one word. "...w-why..!?" How could Kelsea, of all people, have stooped this low?

Her thoughts blinded by the turmoil she was left in, by the pain and the betrayal, Yuki could hardly mount a response against her foe's next move. Before she knew it, her arms were being pulled behind her, locked in a double chicken-wing - one that Rose promptly used to leverage her off the ground, and to deliver her down into the mat with a powerful swing over her head. This time, when Yuki screamed, she had nothing to muffle it. The pain went through her body, causing her to tremble, while her legs folded over her, bent and spread for all to see as her skirt dropped away from the crotch of her leotard. Her heart fluttered, and tears poured down her face, as she tried to twist herself back and forth, but to little avail. "L-Let...let go..!"

Yuki's sorrow-choked voice, a far cry from her confident air of earlier, wasn't much more dignified than the compromising position she lay in now, the sheer fabric of her gear clinging to all the contours of her groin and backside as her lower half wiggled in the air. But there was little else she could say.

[SuckerPunch]

The sweet tasting screams Yuki released down Rose Gold's throat made all of this worthwhile! All of the frustration and pain... It was all for this moment. And of course, the moments that would follow! Perhaps it was unfair... But Rose Gold hated Yuki.

She thought to take Kelsea from her. And worse, take her from herself. Rose Gold was the twisted manifestation of all of sweet Kelsea Rose's discontent. Her sadness, anger, and drive for violence. Kelsea was a coward. And whenever she felt fear or negativity, she hid inside the room that was Rose Gold. Such compartmentalization would cripple a normal woman... But the ring allowed her to cleanse all of this. To let loose her Id. Her Rose Gold.

Both women hated eachother. Kelsea The Coward. And Rose The Monster. But their relationship was symbiotic. Mutually beneficial and necessary.

"Why? Because Kelsea doesn't need anybody else but me!" She practically screeched. "And I'd never give her to anyone as weak as you!" She spat eagerly.

"You wish!" She stated as Yuki beckoned her to let go. She had just the right follow-up in mind for the bashful lightweight. She would redouble her hold on Yuki's arms as she quickly folded her lower body upwards, spooning Yuki upside down!

She'd wrap her legs about Yuki's as she settled in underneath her. With Yuki's legs grapevined she would lift her up slightly. And then she would pull her thighs apart with the force of her own powerful lower body!

The move was colloquially known as The Shame Hold". This was because it put the defenseless victim on display. Their tits fell against their face. Their womanhood was pressed against their attire. And their thighs were pulled open, spread apart suggestively. Invitingly.

"So immodest!!" She stated with cruel mirth. "Everyone can see your innocent little flower! Look! Even your petals are spreading!" And they were, with every stretch, with sinew tearing force. Her wounded womanhood had become the subject of Rose Gold's ire.... And Yuki's shame. "Go ahead. Quit. Before I destroy your lovely young body!"

Yuki's Shame

[CaptainL]

Landing in the German suplex, and having her opponent hold the position, was already putting Yuki in a rather compromising situation with her legs fallen over her head. Ordinarily, this would be the setup to a pin - but this sort of match wouldn't give Yuki such an out. And even if it did, it no doubt wouldn't be enough for Rose. She had gone into this match with the intent of breaking Yuki, and shattering her confidence. Her moves were targeted exactly to that end.

Indeed, the German suplex was only the beginning of Yuki's misery. As the dark-haired girl gagged and coughed with Rose slipping under her, holding her aloft, she was being maneuvered into an even more humiliating position. Held upside down by Rose's strength alone, Yuki's groin was spread wide to the crowd. The screens displaying the action focused in on the moment, but that almost wasn't necessary. With how Rose's legs framed the scene, there was no question about where everyone's eyes were directed.

Yuki looked up in shock, eyes wide and face a vivid red as sweat began to trickle down her brow. Still coming off the pain in her lower body, she didn't have the strength to force her way up, and she could only whimper and stammer. Rose was right - even if she had rubbed in Yuki's shame in the most cruel and soul-crushing way possible, she was right. Held upside down, Yuki's skirt hung freely to expose her crotch, with the yellow fabric between her legs pulled so tightly against her groin that the contours of her womanhood was perfectly outlined, quivering and moving with each flex of her legs. The material dug into her crevices, covering nothing of her body. Yuki, being a high-flyer, had designed her outfit so that her skirt would be attached to a one-piece leotard, such that nothing would be seen when she was airborne. And yet, now, it didn't matter. She might as well have had her panties on full display to everyone in the arena.

With Yuki still recovering from the low blow she'd taken beforehand, it was even worse, as with every stretch Kelsea applied to her legs, her sore crotch was stretched further, sending ripples of the pain back through her body. Tears running down her face, Yuki moaned in agony, her head tossing back and forth on the ground as her hair lay spread over the mat beneath her.

She couldn't take this any more. Even if Yuki didn't want to admit defeat to such a despicable enemy, one who was so obsessed with knocking her off her pedestal...Rose had already gotten what she wanted. Yuki just couldn't take it any more. Her hand slapped the ground at her side, in a panic. "PLEASE! I GIVE! YOU WIN!"

[SuckerPunch]

Rose looked up at the big screen from her position under Yuki. She could see the teenage wrestlers best kept secret, plain as day. The yellow of her leotard was more like bodypaint than clothing now. The sight of it brought a flush of arousal to her cheeks and a cruel smile to her lips. Yuki was a beautiful young woman afterall.

"Oh my god! Are you crying!?" She said in amused disbelief. "You're so pathetic! I can't believe they let you compete here." She emphasized her words with another cruel pump of her legs. Spreading Yuki roughly once more. Straining the muscles of her groin and spreading her flower beneath the thin veil of her attire.

The Shamed Schoolgirl

"You give up?" She sounded disappointed. She softened the hold for a moment. Allowing her legs to close... at least somewhat. "I refuse!" She yelled as her legs spread once more! This time Rose released her arms, placing her hands on Yuki's thighs and adding the additional leverage of her arms to stretch her terribly!


"This match isn't over until I say it is! Until I'm satisfied!" She informed her with an academic tone as she continued to shame and work her poor womanhood. "Until I've broken this cute little pussy you're showing us!" Another pump of the submission followed. "Until I've broken YOU!"

And finally, she kicked Yuki off of her. Dumping her onto the back of her neck unceremoniously. She'd get to her feet and blow her bangs out of her face before waiting for Yuki to get back to her feet. To give her the idea that a comeback was possible.

"Oh we have so many moves to try together, my little sandbag. And we're going to do them all. As many times as I like. Because you're so much weaker than me! You never deserved that title shot! It should have been me! And I'm going to make you tell the whole world!"

[CaptainL]

Yuki didn't want to cry. She wanted to prove her worth as a serious competitor, one who was well able to stand in the main event and take on any challengers she would be faced with on such a level. But sometimes, the pain was just too great to keep her body under control. Rose was certainly inflicting that, both physically and mentally - the position of having her legs spread after her groin was already sore was proving difficult to deal with, and not just that, she was keen to attack Yuki's self-worth as well, belittling her and shaming her at every moment. Yuki could hardly stand up to such pressure. As her defenses began to crumble under the relentless assault, Rose only saw the weakness in her. And that drove an even deeper, more pointed barb into Yuki's belief in her own capacity.

"I...don't care-!" Yuki shouted in desperation, hearing Rose mocking her for her submission. Even if Rose wanted to make her feel worthless, and even if it was working, Yuki could hardly stand another second of this. She knew her best bet was to ensure that it didn't have to go on longer than it needed to be. For a moment, it looked as though she finally stood a chance of escape, of surviving this with some measure of her dignity intact, even if everyone in the arena could already see her sensitive regions on display.

And then, she was given a cruel reminder.

With Rose twisting the knife in her, about the rules of this match, Yuki gasped. She remembered that, even if she submitted, it wouldn't matter unless Rose deemed it satisfactory. The girl barely had any time to think things further, however, as Rose shoved down on her thighs, spreading her legs wider! Her groin rode up closer against the fabric of her attire, as her hips bent beyond their natural angle, causing Yuki's voice to be drowned out in a shrill scream. With each shove Rose made against her legs, Yuki bobbed up and down, her thighs trembling, her small breasts hopping in place, and her lower half rising up higher to the hungry eyes of the fans.

It seemed like this would last an eternity, until Rose, at long last, kicked Yuki off of her. For a moment, she fell where she was, her legs folded over her head, before at last she shook enough strength into her to roll into a more modest position. Even still, her ascent would be a prolonged one. She lay on her side, panting and red-faced, before she could muster the strength to rise to one knee. Then, the other. Then, to her feet. Each step of the way she was wracked with pain, clenching her teeth and moaning as her knees knocked together just from having to stretch her legs. Pain tolerance was never Yuki's strong suit, and Rose did that no favors. She had to stop to rub at her legs - but, soon after, she began to push herself back up straight.

She had just been through a great moment of shame and suffering. Greater than anything she'd faced prior in her career. And yet...she was still standing, however painfully. Rose hadn't finished the job. Panting a few times to collect herself, and brushing back her hair, the Dynamite Schoolgirl reminded herself of what she had said before the match began. If Rose had neglected the opportunity to finish the match when she could have, then Yuki now had a chance to take it all back. To make the blonde pay for her hubris. Her face might still have been flushed, but the promise of what she could do from here was enough to strengthen her heart, as she pointed a finger back towards Rose.

"You...almost had me," she said. "You might have betrayed me. Humiliated me. Beaten me. But you didn't count me out. And as long as I'm in this ring, I still have a chance! I'm going to make you regret letting me go! If you think I'm weak, then I'm only more inspired to prove you wrong!"

She had to do it. It'd be perfect, the sort of plot normally only seen in high melodrama, of the villain being undone by their own scheme. Yuki had the strength in her. She'd dominated the indies. She could do this! With the adrenaline in her forcing her to push through the pain, Yuki broke into a charge forward, hoping to go for another lariat as she approached Rose.

[SuckerPunch]

As the brutal blonde watched Yuki struggle to her feet she smiled. It was just as sweet as Kelsea's. Just as full of joy and eagerness... But somehow. It was a cruel thing. She had exposed the young fighter and laid bare her weaknesses. And well, of course, her body. She had been shamed and beaten, and yet she stood again defiant. An act that might have frustrated the Sinister Siren had it not excited her. Her confidence had returned to her fully. Fueled by the act of forcing Yuki's legs open for the cameras. An image that would surely follow her for the rest of her career. This was something the competitors in LAW came to expect of course, given the nature of their combat. But Yuki was young, naive, and privileged. She was a rare treat in this ring.

Rose listened to her monologue with a hand on her hip and the other in her perfect golden hair. The stance showing off her undeniable figure. She was sweating now, but the sheen only gave her fabulous little figure a glow. In the center of the ring and shining with satisfaction, she looked lovely. She looked sexy in all the way's Yuki didn't. From her full breasts, proudly accentuated by her tight leotard; to the generous curve of her backside, thicker than any girl of her stature had any right to be. Even this pose was an assault on the poor Japanese upstart. Silently emphasizing to her, 'This is what a woman should look like'.

"Oh I agree with just about everything you said sweetheart." She offered dismissively. "But betrayal?" She scoffed. "Isn't that a bit melodramatic, given that we've only just met?" She grinned knowingly. The words meant to sow ever more doubt in the inexperienced wrestler's mind. It was true, of course. They had never met. Not in the way Rose would understand. After all, she and the Coward were different people. At least according to them.

It seemed the time for talk was over. Yuki had begun her next attack, charging at her recklessly. Perhaps Rose had gotten to familiar with her habits throughout the match, or perhaps the damage to Yuki's legs were effecting her. Either way, Rose Gold found her opponents on-rush so incredibly readable. She sought to level her with another lariat... After all, this was the moment she had last found success in.

Rose did her best to pantomime shock as the yellow-clad woman approached. However, when she went for the lariat, Rose would duck under! With a pump of her knees she would drive her shoulder roughly into Yuki's mid-section as she wrapped her arms about her waist. Then, in the same breathtaking moment, she would lift the lightweight up. Before coming back down with her in a hateful atomic drop. The point of her knee would be driven into the core of her already battered flower, as if she was trying to drive it inside of her.

If possible, Rose would keep her there. At eye level. So she could watch her suffering face to face with her arms around her. It was intimate and humiliating. "Mmm. Did your poor kitty find that... Inspiring?" She asked with a toothy smile, bouncing her upon her knee for an added bit of agony!

A bit of inspiration

[CaptainL]

It wasn't just her figure that Rose had a leg up over Yuki in. Even if things had begun in the joshi's favor, one would be forgiven for assuming, from the looks of things in the ring right now, that it was Rose who had dominated the action. Her demeanor was that of confidence and control, standing tall and striking a pose to the crowd, while Yuki was bent over, panting and groaning and she rubbed the soreness out of her thigh. The redness still hadn't left her cheek, and sweat still clung to her brow. She looked lower, more vulnerable, in all the ways that Rose didn't, the blonde holding her head high. Yuki clenched her teeth, her anger flaring up all the more. It was one thing to be humbled like this, but she didn't appreciate being mocked over it, too. She wanted nothing more in this moment than to cut Rose down to size.

"Never...met?" she hissed, her fist balling at her side. With how insufferable Rose was being about this, Yuki was desperate to strike at her, to do anything just to shut her up. "What...are you talking about, Kelsea?" she interjected. But there was still a wavering in her voice, even if she intended it as a barb. She could tell, somehow, that what she was saying didn't feel right.

But she still had a blow to land. And, for a moment, it looked like it was working. Yuki saw the shock cross Rose's face, and she drew back her arm, ready for it to land. And then...all she could feel was it whiffing through the air. Her eyes went wide as she looked out before her, seeing her blow miss its mark. Yuki barely had any time to gasp before Rose charged at her again, not skipping a single second as she threw herself forward and scooped the girl up in one quick motion.

"G-GAAH..!" she coughed, the air leaving her body as she collapsed over Rose's shoulder. Just the shock of being countered was enough to rattle her - but that, of course, was nothing compared to what Rose had in store for her next. A moment later, Rose hoisted her upwards, and then dropped her down onto her raised knee, her already wounded groin colliding with it as she struck upwards at her. Yuki gasped, bending forward with a squeal as she coughed and sputtered from the pain. If her lower body was sore before, now she felt like she was going numb, and the tears flying from her eyes were only a testament to her pain.

With Rose not letting Yuki go now, she was left to sink down lower onto her knee, her arms draped around the blonde's waist but barely exerting any force. She took in slow, labored breaths before Rose would proceed to kick her leg up again, further shaking Yuki and driving her leg up between her legs. Another scream left her, and she doubled forward, her sides heaving for breath. "O-Okay, okay..! What more...do you want from me..!?"