The Midas Touch, Episode 6: Electrum

[SuckerPunch]

Theme

(Start at 1:21 for replays)

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!

Spoiler

The woman who stood at the top of the ramp was undeniably Rose Gold. But everything about her seemed impossibly more... Radiant. Her trademark golden hair was tipped with brilliant pink. Her lips were painted as black as her intentions and highlighted 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 eyes glow, 24kt.

Gone was the headband, replaced instead by a spade shaped hairband made of her namesake, rose gold. 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 for the world to see. 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.

She marched towards the ring with a microphone in her other hand. It was brought to her painted lips with a wry smirk. She mounted the apron and slipped into the ring. 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.

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

As always, the reaction was -deafening-. There was no denying that Rose Gold was among the most popular members of the LAW roster. And as far as she was concerned, there was no difference between fame and infamy. She put her hand to her ear and grinned, soaking in the adoration.

"That's enough." She reprimanded the audience knowing full well that it was -never- enough.

"I have worked tirelessly to salvage the reputation of the otherwise forsaken Lightweight Division. To paint it in the color of athletic competition. Gone are the nights of talentless models pillow fighting for juvenile adoration. I have rebuilt this division from the ground up with the sweat of my brow!" She gestured to the Big Screen. Her accomplishments played out in a looping video package. It was completely devoid of foul play or moments of weakness.

"But I'm not done!" She paused. "There's still so much work to do..."

"So, with that in mind. Please join me in inviting my next guest to the top of the ramp!" The video package didn't stop. There was no music or fanfare.

"Ophelia Bailey. Tonight is your night! Come receive the Midas Touch! Come have your taste of Gold!" She lofted her belt above her head as she stared at the curtains that led onto the entrance ramp. Eagerly she awaited the arrival of her next victim. Er. Guest.

[Monsy]

You rarely stumble upon gold.
But when its rugged flakes line your path, you would be forgiven for following it. Its allure glimmered tenfold; well-shaped, lavished in black, gold, and bubblegum pink. From those poisonous eyes to those ebony-decorated brims, crowned by the strap that defined a champion. She drank it all in at gorilla. The depths of her imagination intoxicated her visage with warmth. So plastered that the reddened blush matched the ruby crop-top and short skirt she wore. One hand gripped the collar of her short-sleeved cropped jacket, tugged close as her thumb’s tip pushed face-up past those lips so she could bite the nail. She exhaled that pent-up steam through the gap in her teeth, which bloomed into a grin, and giddy giggle.

“Taste of gold...” Her tongue swiped her lips, “Don’t mind if I do.”

An upbeat rhythm of claps greeted the LAW arena. Some may close their ears, others may clap along, and maybe a few chanted along to The Ditzy Devil’s anthem that centred around the word Lollipop.

you will suffer (also the only theme option I got)

She skipped out when the song hit its first lyric, donned in all-red with a pink ponytail that danced down her back to touch the lines of her exposed lower back. Pink explosions pecked under feet in every step that expelled a smoke animation. When she took the stage, she raised a clenched fist to hoist a cherry lollipop that entered her mouth as the arm fell. Noise bellowed from the crowd as her song came to its close and trickled away to a buzz.

The jump in her step continued, where she shifted on her heel and pranced to approach the Lightweight Champion! She positioned herself a few feet away, where those diamond hues treated themselves to the treasure. From top to bottom, her chin dipped and rose; side-to-side, her head tilted to catch a gander of the Champion's flanks without a blink, all done with a bitten lower lip and a pink blush across her cheeks. Her hands knit together, bent up at the elbow and clenched against her own chest. “Wooow! You’re even better in person! Mm.. Talk about a gold rush.”

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold grinned as Ophelia stepped out onto the ramp. She entered the scene full of vim and vigor. She moved like a dancer and looked like a cheerleader. She was exactly the type of cancer Rose sought to excise from the Lightweight Division.

"My oh my. Ms. Ophelia Bailey. You are a certified Cotton-Candy Cutie aren't you?" She dipped her index finger into her mouth and sucked upon it, not unlike the lollipop that Ophelia clutched between her lips. She pulled it free with an audible pop that was amplified by her microphone. "So sweet I bet one taste would make my teeth hurt."

"Give another spin for the audience. Let them see the type of woman you are. The type of woman who I feel deserves an appearance on the Midas Touch." She clapped gently. The words were delivered as saccharine sweet as she'd described Ophelia. But they came with an obfuscated malice. Another eager model with a years worth of wrestling school. Another Cuddleweight.

"I'm glad you've joined us Ms. Ophelia Bailey. Together, let's become Golden." She paused. Allowing the crowd to cheer. For the excitement and the energy to reach the woman at the top of the ramp. For the dreams and delusions of grandeur to cloud her mind.

"Tonight! I present you with a Golden opportunity. A shot at -MY- title. A chance to become Queen of the Lightweights. And to match fists with the top star in the company. Your Ace!" She lofted her belt up high. Presenting it to everyone. Presenting herself, to everyone.

"But such an opportunity does not come without a cost. A gamble! On the one hand, the match of a lifetime. A brass- nay, Gold Ring." She presented the belt before her on an upturned palm.

"On the other. Your pride. Should you lose, I will make use of you in an upcoming segment." It wasn't the worst punishment. Other women had been made slaves. Had been made to be intimate with their partner in the center of the ring. This... Almost seemed like a bargain.

"All you have to do to make your dreams come true is say yes. I have to warn you though. The match will start as soon as you get in the ring!"

She dropped the mic. There was nothing else for Rose Gold to say. The ball was in Ophelia's court.

[Monsy]

To count her blessings, Ophelia would need a stadium. A golden opportunity; plucked from the end of the rainbow; doused with a lottery that put gambling to shame. There was an extra kick in her skip. She felt two inches taller; her arm had just a bit more muscle; her teeth shined just a bit brighter for the lightweight champion. 'Tis but a dream.

“Bet on it!” She said as she withdrew the lollipop.

She nodded to her beckon, extended both arms and begun a twirl. Her hips sashayed like a tranquil ocean tide, swept by an angelic breeze that worked to motion them in a fluent rhythm in co-operation of her high-cut skirt, smooth back and flat mid-riff, and her boots that slid across the stage to offer a complete turn. When her hip faced the rampway, she pivoted her head towards the audience, arched her hips back, pressed a hand against her thigh, winked and re-inserted the lollipop to make the scene model perfect to the beholders. She stood tall once more and folded her hands behind her back.

At Rose’s mention of Golden and the crowd’s roar, she clapped along, turned face to the audience who ate up this segment. Her hands returned to their prior position. Her thumb pressed down into her palm, rubbed and clenched white-knuckled with sweat in between while she bit down on the corner of her inner mouth. The opportunity could salivate anyone’s mind. The price? Even more so. Now, the LAW Arena and the ranks of attendance froze in what was The Ditzy Devil’s decision, and with no mic in hand, there was only one solution.

“Hm…” She hummed as she puckered lips and jutted her lips to one side.

“So, one title shot against the Rose Gold… In exchange, you want my pride, yeah? Hahaha…. I love it! I don’t shy from a gamble! Neither am I afraid of the consequence. A shot at you is all I want, I don’t care what it costs. Hehehe…. Besides, my friend in the audience might chew me out if I back out now.”

Her finger snapped, “SO!” She pulled the lollipop from her mouth again and pointed it towards the Champion as she gave a lopsided smirk. “I'll accept without a doubt. See yah there Rose-y!”

After a wave, she turned and strode forward towards the ramp. The opportunity was too palpable to wait any longer.

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Electrum found herself holding in her breath subconsciously. Inhaling sharply and exhaling forcefully. She wasn't panting, but there was tension knotting up inside of her. She was near the entrance ramp, just beyond the staging area watching Rose deliver her challenge on the monitor. She stood over six foot, but everyone coming and going paid no mind to her. She was swathed in a cloak to hide her wrestling gear and she had barely moved. She took advantage of the inattentive blindness of the cast and crew and even had to stop herself from chuckling as Ophelia had passed right by her herself. She wasn't going to move until she had gotten the cue.

"As soon as she accepts, destroy her."

There it was. Ophelia accepted without a doubt. Electrum cast off her coat and stretched to her full imposing figure and, with one last gasp, stepped out into the arena and stood at the top of the entrance ramp.

Spoiler

The crowd's reaction was timed with Ophelia's acceptance. Electrum didn't have time to bask in the crowd. She bit her lip and eyed the back of the pinkette. Now she was panting and she covered it up by smiling and focusing on the woman.

She used her long strides to catch up with Ophelia and then, from behind, clapped both of her hands around Ophelia's neck and lifted her high into the air. She held the pinkette up like a trophy or a sacrifice to the goddess Rose. Then, without waiting for confirmation, Electrum dropped down to one knee and drove her other knee deep into Ophelia's undercarriage with a brutal choking atomic drop!

[Monsy]

Her stride fluttered like a stroll on water, gentle enough to spur a cute ripple. About a quarters’ ways, she stopped with an arm jutted across her chest and a leg swung out. She leaned forward to take that third step but stopped once more to drink in their faces. Ones of concern and awe. Those who issued a warning, although drowned out by the myriad of ongoing shouts. She took that third step with her head veered to the left and a cocked brow, then pointed towards an audience member in the front row. “Hahaha, you look ridiculous-GRRK!”

Cuffs of flesh, muscle and bone arrested her windpipe and forced its surrender. Pressure exploded behind her eyes as though her head could pop, and her hands came to claw at her shackles. There was only a decapitating pain inside her neck once she left the ground. A noose that hoisted her being - left with nothing but an open mouth to gag, wide-eyes to go bloodshot and a high more potent than any drug. Then she came down, hard against a knee, waded between her legs to rock her pelvis and cast nuclear shock waves throughout the body. She spat saliva in her quick scream that scratched her irritated throat and coughed as she collapsed onto her face. Her hips remained up, postured by her knees with hands that cupped her white panties in-between. And left with scant breath that drooled onto the ramp and haze that dotted both eyes, Ophelia was all but paralyzed where she lay. “Owowowow….”

[suplexwolf95]

Electrum shuddered as Ophelia's soft underbelly crashed against her knee. She bit her lip and shoved the pinkette off her and watched as Ophelia's world was consumed with pain. A soft, barely audible moan escaped the blonde as she stood up. Her eyes raised and her hand caressed her own voluptuous form as she focused in on Rose for a tantalizing moment. A look of appreciation tugged at the corners of her lips, but a smile never came.

Immediately her face soured and she scowled down at Ophelia, raised her boot and slammed it into the soft midsection of the pinkette and ground down her heel. "That face..." She mused as she bent down and brushed a hand along Ophelia's breast. She turned her hand and grabbed some of the thin fabric in her clutches and pulled while pushing down on Ophelia's gut. "I like it. Show me more."

She pulled up, to help yank the top up and over Ophelia's head, trying to expose her perky tits, but she wasn't worried about using her strength to just tear the top right off.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold offered a theatrical wince from her place inside the ring as Ophelia's cunt was brutalized by the sudden assault. Electrum caught the playful aspirant entirely by surprise and immediately drove the fight out of her.

Her eyes met Electrum's. And they shared a performative moment of acknowledgement for the crowd as the buxom woman caressed herself. An unsubtle hint that this had been arranged far in advance.

"Oh no. Ophelia! Are you alright? She didn't break that soft, sweet pussy of yours, did she?" Her words came over the PA, the microphone still in one hand. Her other hand was preoccupied with cupping her own breast. Her fingers teasingly satisfying herself in time with the erotic deconstruction of her would-be opponent.

"Gosh. I hope you'll still be able to fight once you make it to the ring!"

[Monsy]

She came accustomed to laying down by now as though it were her bed. Heavy breathes chipped away at the pain; the drumming throbs echoed weaker as seconds fizzled by, where she could almost trudge her body to sit up. An elbow even made it underneath before a boot thrust her gut, tied it all up within a clean bow and wrenched it tight. Her mouth grew too sizes — she wanted to hurl and her limbs kicked up, stiffened into iron beams then belted back onto the mat. The added pressure felt like she was being stabbed by something blunt, a tall, round steam-powered piston that wouldn’t be stopped by mere soft human flesh, bone and tissue.

〝Gah.. guh … w-what…. Is this?! S-some sorta sick prank?!〞
She said through clenched teeth.

There was next to nothing to ponder though, as hands clenched the fabric of her top and pried until the fabric between to stretch. White seams appeared on its flanks, the boot on her stomach kept her floored. Her hands reached to seize Electrum’s wrist while she kicked the rampway, trying to shuffle even an inch away if she could. 〝Let me go, you super-sized model!〞
Her upper-half couldn’t stay pinned and the top came away easier, struck only by her arms that soon went overhead as it came clean off, exposing her chest and a new bath of heat to her face. Both arms came to defend whatever dignity could be salvaged; a squeal harvested from her fluster as those limbs folded over her chest and clutched the opposite armpits.

[suplexwolf95]

Once the chest was exposed and Ophelia desperately tried to cover up her shame, Electrum's eyes gleamed. A coy smile played at her lips and she threw a wink to Rose.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I tear your top? Here... I know how important modesty is to a woman like you."

Electrum backed off of Ophelia and grabbed the girl's legs. She yanked her to a spot where Rose could clearly see her face and flipped the pinkette over. Then Electrum tucked Ophelia's feet under her arms and dropped backwards, folding the half naked girl in half with a terrifying Boston crab. Electrum inched her ample ass backwards until she was almost sitting on the back of Ophelia's head and then settled in.

"Let's see how long the screams of pain meld into screams of ecstasy~" Electrum purred. She looked down. Ophelia's short shorts rode up her thighs in the precarious position the blonde had put her in and Electrum pulled them up further so they exposed any undergarments Ophelia might have been wearing.

"See, now no one will see those sorry tits of yours!" Electrum teased. She turned her head back to catch Rose's eye while leaning back to apply more pressure. "This girl is so fake. She's got no substance. Not interesting at all. Are you sure you want to waste your time?" Electrum asked. "I would be happy to wring what I could out of her and throw her in the trash where she belongs. Don't sully your pretty hands on such common riff-raff."