Main Event: Rose Gold (c) vs Amano Jaku - MMA style Beach Match for the LAW Lightweight Championship

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From the moment their foreheads clashed, the second the two pressed skulls against each, and the instant the two met eyes again Amano knew the woman was going to be a fun opponent. Maybe it was all those Midas Touch segments leaving her hungry for a real challenger, maybe it was just the woman's violent libido, but seeing Rose's golden eyes flash back at the Demon had her heart beating fast. "Haah..." Amano met Rose's gaze with a near-sadistic grin. Rose wanted a fight, and Amano was more than happy to give her one. She tightened her grip on Rose's gi, pushing herself ever closer, answering Rose's snarl with an guttural growl in return.

And then, Rose struck.

Amano's hairs were on edge at Rose's rough touch, gleeful to see what the champion's starting offense would be. Rose took the Demon by the collar, moving her free hand under Amano's left arm. Oh, she knew exactly what Rose was planning. She had trained with her Judo Princess too much to not know what a hip throw looked like. It would be all to easy to fight against Rose's attempt to keep them lock in this standing grapple... but she didn't. For two main reasons.

The first was the sand of the ring itself. Amano did try to pull back and fight Rose more, she honestly did. But unlike her opponent she didn't brace much for the thrust of Rose's hip and body, and the grainy sand below her feet provided nowhere near the same traction as the tatami of her dojo or even the canvas of the wrestling ring. But the second... she wanted to take the throw. She wanted to see exactly what this apparent Judo Nationalist's technique tasted like. And as textbook as Rose's throw was, even an Aikidoka like Amano could see it was from a trained practitioner well versed in her craft. Even as she was taking to the air about to be slammed down with everything Rose had... she was grinning.

But not just out of amazement. "Hyaaah!"

No, the trap was set now. Aikido and ukemi taught her more than enough to take a fall! She twisted her body as she fell, keeping a tight hold on Rose's gi collar as her back hit the sand below. The impact hurt, but she immediately rolled with it. Literally. The moment she was about to hit the ground she braced and rolled forward, hoping to bring Rose with her and slam her face into the sand along with her!

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The rush of removing another human being from the Earth was indescribable. Her hips developed gooseflesh as her bare skin was pressed against Amano's, melded by the forces of physics that she had bent to her will. The ocean breeze was nothing compared to the wind generated by the rapid rotation and fall of the sudden takedown. It soaked the lewd lightweight's neurons in euphoria. It was clear by her expression that the violent act was also erotic for her.

*POOMPF!* Amano's body struck the ground like a heavy bag that'd been knocked off it's chain! Sand kicked up into the air as Rose's body fell atop hers. The burden of her weight would compress the girl's ribs and belly for the traditional one-two punch of the Koshi Garuma technique. It was always satisfying to feel her opponents torso, already freed of air, break under her weight.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, a second *POOMPF!* and geyser of sand erupted. The second impact was Rose's face as Amano rolled through the technique and diverted her weight. "Ngh!" There was nothing the Demon could do to pad her fall. But, rather than suffering the terrible second half of the attack, Amano had countered and converted it into one of her own. One that saw Rose being planted painfully on her face with the same momentum that Amano had. The force caused her to roll head over heels onto her back. Quickly, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, wincing.

Her golden hair was dotted with sand and her cheek showed scuffing from the coarse sand. Her eyes narrowed as she got her heels beneath her. "Back to your feet!" She demanded, sure that her foe was still in fighting shape. Had they exchanged their respective attacks on concrete, they would both be in the hospital. But the sand that supported them also protected them. It was softer than even a ring apron.

She retook her stance. Waiting. Watching. Her anticipation equal bedfellows with the dull throbbing of her cheek, where she'd landed.

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Oh, it was good to land that one. To take Rose right by the collar and slam her down into the sand along with the Amano was a treat. And the Demon wore an absolutely gleeful expression all the while as she watched the champion hit the dirt with as little grace as Amano had previously... maybe even more so. "Kehe~" How's that Judoka-chan? It wasn't exactly a proper technique of any kind, but it worked, and it sure as hell caught Rose off guard.

Though Amano didn't get long to revel in her small victory. Rose shot up almost immediately, ordering Amano to do the same. And again the two met eyes, Amano taking a short moment to examine Rose's scuffed and now-sandy face with a teasing smirk. Yeah, it was clear that this sandy battlefield was going to make a hard throw and counter throw do less damage. But... that wasn't a bad thing. It'd give the two a chance to really show off their grappling technique. And Amano was still set on showing up this prideful black belt with her own techniques and skills. And they were tied in points by the Demon's standards. And rather than rise like the champion wanted, the Demon remained on her knees.

"How 'bout you get back down!" Amano pounced, springing off her with her legs to rush right at Rose from below. Her arms reached up, hoping not the grab at Rose's legs, but right behind them, to take her from behind the thighs and knees and pull back to take this champion back to the sand and decorate her bright face and black gi a little more with the white grains beneath them. But this wasn't an aikido technique, not technically. Oh no, this was something out of the Steel Princess's handbook, and something a Judoka like Rose would surely recognize: Morote-Gari, the double leg takedown.

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Her eyes met Amano's and the girl's goofy smirk made her fingers twitch at her hips. The scene became something of a standoff, not unlike a pair of duelists at high noon. Neither said anything as they waited for the signal to draw!

Rose Gold was seething. Her anger was coming off of her in waves. She had engaged Amano in grappling and most would say that they came out even. Where Amano was excited by the prospect of a skilled fighter, Rose was offended by it. Embarrassed even. This was -her- division! This was -her- ring! And grappling was -her- specialty! She wasn't here to test her might. She was here to win.

Amano broke the standstill with a springing pounce! Rose shifted and found her feet sinking into the sand ...Too slow... She lamented internally.

Amano's fingers wrapped around her firm, soft legs. Her shoulder pressed into Rose's hips. She was going to try to take her down! She braced as she considered how humiliating that would be. If this second-rate Rose Gold cosplay planted her in the sand for a second time in as many minutes!

"Rrggh!" She didn't have clever words like Amano! She simply screamed and exploded! Her feet left the sand as her feet kicked backwards! She gave herself to gravity as she spread out as if she were a flying squirrel. A Sprawl.

It was the most common defense to a double-leg takedown. Seen by white belts and by professional cage fighters in equal measures. The sudden movement kept the back of her legs out of Amano's hands and prevented her from falling backwards. Instead, it brought Rose's bodyweight down upon the charging girl's neck and head! It was -her- turn to be driven towards the sand!

Rose's arms meanwhile wrapped about Amano. It was not uncommon for a sprawling fighter to also attack with a stranglehold. The grasping attack left the offenders neck wide open. However, Rose's arms wrapped under Amano's shoulders. Her hands found themselves cupping her breasts. She massaged at Amano's modest sized chest as she trapped her under her body weight. Her palms rotated as they flattened the Demon's breasts to her rib cage.

"Oh ho... So you are a girl after all. Even with this boyish body of yours!" It was her turn to smirk now. How dare this pretender embarass her... She'd pay her back ten fold!

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Well... shit.

In a motion that almost mirrored Amano's match with Kiyoshi, it seemed it was now the Demon's turn to be on the receiving end of a counter. Her hands just missed Rose's legs, and instead she pulled back, putting her weight right on top of Amano's back like a predator snatching its prey. The situation snapped Amano out of her battle-lust as her face was forced to take in the white grains she was desperate for Rose to meet. "Naggh!" And it wasn't a pretty or graceful sight either, Rose on top an animal trying to display dominance. It was a bad position for the Demon. She was open to a harsh counter than just eating sand, and as Rose's hands moved she felt a cold sweat rush over her. If there was any solace, at least Amano wasn't flat on the ground. She was able to pick her head up just a little to keep above the sand completely. She might be able to shake off Rose an-

"Ah-!" Amano's body jolted. She had expected a few moves to follow the spawl. A chokehold, maybe a punch at the ribs, or even a spanking if Rose's arms could reach that far (gods know it was a running theme of her matches at this point). Something to give the Judoka a better advantage and do some damage.

But intend... she was groping her. And worse still, the massaging was actually arousing.

Amano knew Rose liked to brag about her tongue, but her hands were no slouch in the sexual department either. And the sensation had the Demon blushing as the champion pushed and rubbed. "Graaaaaah..." And that pleasure slowly mixed with pain as Rose gripped hard and pushed harder. "Oh go to hell, Bara-chan!" She spat back, moving her hips forward to try and shove Rose off. "Like yours are any better!"

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Rose Gold was a manipulative and calculating wrestler. A woman whose in-ring style was just as cerebral as it was cruel. She spent as much time attacking the psyche of her opponent as she did their body. So it was easy for Rose to detect just how effective her underhanded attack was on her opponent.

"Ara ara... All that from just a touch?" Her words poured over Amano as she felt the woman react. The sound that fell out of Amano's gaped mouth was delicious. And telling.

"I hear that smaller breasts are especially sensitive. Is that true, Demon-chan?" Her demeanor began to shift. Her violent intensity bled into amused mockery. Her control over both the situation and Amano's body empowered her.

She felt Amano lash out and struggle. She bucked her hips and tried to escape. Something that gave the crowd a wonderful view of Amano's backside as Rose's bare feet dug into the sand. She slid backwards slowly, but Amano would learn that forward wasn't the way out!

"Oh honey, we both know which one of us wins in the body department." She mocked her as her hands began to knead and toy with her trapped prey's breasts. "I hear massaging them will help them grow. No need to thank me!"

She knew the Demon wouldn't be able to resist fighting back. She'd buck again. Try to explode. All she needed was one little push. And she'd get it as Rose's fingers gave both of her delicate nipples a teasing, turning pinch!

She intended to use the sudden jolt to kick Amano into action! She'd no doubt attempt to push Rose's weight upwards! And when she did, Rose would rise with her! Her fingers gripping tbe supple, firm flesh of her breasts as she hefted her into the air!

"Sorya!" She screamed again as she exerted herself. Rose wasn't especiallypowerful, even amongst Lightweights. But qith careful manipulation of momentum and bodyweight, this surprising power move would become possible, even for her!

Just as suddenly she would drop back down to her knees, turning Amano over and dumping her onto the back of her neck! A snap breast clutch powerbomb that would hopefully be aided by Amano's own desire to escape! One that would leave her equally as dazed as she would be red faced and aroused.

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Oh, the chick was asking to eat sand once Amano was out of this. The act in itself was humiliating enough. Being groped and attacked like this wasn't anything too new for the Demon between all her recent Kimodameshi match, but the taunts the followed left her red with humiliation and anger. And even despite trying to buck out, she wasn't getting any freer. Rose had a solid grip on her... in a number of ways. "Piss off," It was the only response the Demon gave, followed by a short snarl to hide any further moans. That snipe at her chest size specifically was so going to get its own comeuppance later she finally knocked this god-complex bra-

"Aiie?!"

On command, Amano's body jolted up. The massaging might have its lulling pleasure to it, but the sudden bite of pain at her nipples had the Demon bucking up like a knee-jerk reaction. She shot up like a piston against her will, but it seemed to make Rose shoot up as well. She had thought that would be her ticket to freedom and to reset the battle. But... Amano kept going up. Rose still had a good hold on her breasts. And... Shit... The tables were turned, the Aiki Demon was caught in a counter move herself.

"Waaah!" It was too late by the time she realized it. Already in the air and with little time to prep and brace, Amano could only stare down at the sand below as she started to plummet right back to the earth. "Guua-" Her own cry was cut off by the sand as her back and neck planted into the sand, legs sticking out like an odd plant as her eyes went wide from the painful impact. The sand might had cushioned the blow somewhat, but the sharp drop still left the Demon stunned from the hit, and aroused from the harsh grip on her breast still. It was only through some cruel stroke of luck that Rose's hands were clutched to the Demon's breasts to hide the more... obvious result of such rough treatment.

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"Mmmmn~" Rose let out a shuddering purr as she drove Amano into the sand. A shiver of cold electricity shot down her spine and welled up just beneath her navel. Amano's suffering inspired ecstasy in her...

It wasn't often that Rose Gold found herself in the position to deliver a move such as a power bomb. Her lithe figure was better suited to acrobatics and high risk maneuvers. Her slender, corded muscles accustomed to submissions and contortionism rather than explosive slams and concussive drivers. But she understood the appeal. And the sight of her cocksure opponent up-ended and dizzy was too much for the Lewd Liliputian.

Her hands slid up Amano's bare thighs and ensured the dazed girl's legs were spread thoroughly in her pin. "Mmn. Demon-chan. If this were a regular match, you would be in danger of losing right now." She cooed as her fingernails gently grazed the sensitive skin of her legs.

"1..." She counted as the pads of her thumbs traced the muscles of her groin over her spats. Her touch was intoxicating and her voice hypnotic.

"2..." She continued as her thumbs met upon the edges of her womanhood. Slow and gentle, but conspicuous in her molestation.

"3!" She spat the final count as she pulled her thumbs apart, stretching the girl's painted on athletic shorts flush against her sex. Putting her young, Japanese body on display for the live American audience!

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"So you are a woman after all..." Her tongue slipped from her lips like a serpent tasting the air. It was clear by her expression however, that it wasn't the air she was savoring. It was the feeling of dominance. The roar of the crowd as she humiliated her opponent. The reaction Amano might give as she suffered damage to her psyche and shame.

And beyond that... Her cooing tone was a siren's song to tempt Amano into her cursed cove. To abandon tactics and explode once more. To struggle and weave herself deeper within Rose's troubled seas.

She left one route open. One channel amongst the tumultuous waves.

She could hardly wait as she urged the less experienced grappler to dash herself against the rocks and commit the cardinal sin of grappling... To give up her back!

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The sandy floor beneath might had cushioned the worst of it, but the impact of the powerbomb still had the Demon in a slight daze. She wasn't completely out of it, but she was forced to endure the champion's teasing words and snakelike touch as her hands went from her now-sensitive breasts to her legs, forcing them apart for the cheering American audience. "Grrh!" Amano let out a snarl, eyes narrowing the champion's direction, what little of her Amano could make out as her cheeks blushed red. It wasn't the worse situation she had been in as far as shame went... but Rose's taunts didn't make the experience better. She gritted her teeth against the Champion's words, trying to force a scowl. As annoying as they were, Rose was right. In a more standard match, this would be a death sentence... but it wasn't. And all Amano had to do was kick out and get this vain flower at taste of her own medici-

"Ah!" Amano's body jolted. The hands that were just at her thighs slid right between her legs, tapping at the center of her spats... and the prize underneath them. She shivered, toes curling as Rose's hands went over the sensitive edges during her count, sending a small shockwave of electricity through her. Amano's scowl turned to a furious glower as the bit against the excitement. "Don't you freaki-"

Too late, the harsher pull at her sex forced an involuntary gasp from her lips, toes curled and legs jolting at the sensation as the crowd was roaring at the outlined display of the Demon's private folds were outlined and shown to them.

"ROOOOOSSEE!" As was Amano. It wasn't a shriek of an embarrassed woman forced to endure shame. No, it was spiteful howl desperate for demonic revenge and retribution. She kicked her legs about, clawing at the white sand beneath the two and coating herself further in the grains in desperation and fury. She wanted out of this. This humiliation. This teasing. This position. But most of all, she wanted to turn this Golden Rose red.

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Rose Gold could feel Amano's heat. The red hot fire of frustration and humiliation. As well as the blissful warmth of her veiled flower upon her fingertips.

The kicking and screaming of the Demon was all the Venemous Vixen could have asked for! She could feel the tension in the woman's thighs as she held her down. And hear her desperation in her voice. She was eager to escape. To lash back like a beast cornered. It was clear, unlike her girlfriend, Amano would bend, but not break.

"Oh-ho! That sounded nice. Have you practiced screaming my name before?" She cooed with amusement. She was stoking the flames of Amano's anger. Targeting her youthful passion. Winding her up! And then-

She let her go.

Her kicking and thrashing would see the woman freed in what appeared to be a chaotic sprawling! Rose had ensured that the only way out was on her belly... And she had baited that path with her cruel teasing. Ensured that she would be a ball of anger. Anger could win you a lot of physical contests. But when it burned too bright, it was blinding. And it would be impossible to beat a skilled grappler when your mind's eye is blinded!

Rose snatched her up before Amano could truly appreciate the protection of her modesty! Her limbs worked in rapid, circular motions. Faster than the eye could see. The national champion grappler secured Amano's wrists and crossed them about the Demon's neck in a singular fluid motion. Her bare feet dug into the crook of Amano's knees at the same time. And then she fell backwards, pulling Amano with her! Her momentum would stop as Rose's knees drove into the small of her back like thorns. This maneuver's name-sake.

The Thorn Lock

Rose's grip on Amano's wrists ensured that she was strangled with her own arms while contorting her back terribly! Her heels dug into the back of Amano's knees and calves, trapping them! Her knees were buried in the muscles of her lower back. Rose jerked and pulled on the hold, grinding those cruel bones into the muscles of her lower back! Shaking her violently! She was essentially hog-tied!

And worst of all, she had a clear view of Rose's mirthfully sadistic face, albeit upside-down, as she tortured her. Her lovely features were pulled up into a shark's grin of sadistic satisfaction. She would have been laughing if it wasn't for the effort she was putting into destroying Amano's back while depriving her of air! A smirk would have to do!

"What's that Amano? Are you screaming my name again? I can't understand you-" Her amusement turned to grim and ominous determination. Her voice intensified and she screamed her next words into Amano's struggling face as she did her best to destroy her opponent entirely!!

"WHILE I'M CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU!"