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

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For just a moment, Amano and Rose met eyes. It was only for a second, but that second showed the Demon all the desperation and anger in that woman's eyes. And seeing Rose grip against the cage and jerk herself upward sent Amano right back to her death match. It was like the past was playing out in front of her again, pushing a desperate foe too far and making them attempt something desperate right when Amano had little ability to fight back.

And like Yuki Kazikura, she could only watch while frozen in place by her own fatigue as Rose took to the air. The crowd was in an singular gasp, cameras flashed, and world was still as Amano got a full view of Rose sending her body right into Amano. No... it wasn't just a mad flip like Kazikura, it was a clear knee strike. And in any other situation, the technique was sloppy enough to be counter. Amano was standing up straight, her arm was out. Hell, she'd be able to just punch Rose out of her flip in their current position.

If only...

"AARRRGGGH!"

If only her body actually answered her.

The blow to the skull snapped her world into black, her hairtie flying off and leaving her bun in a more natural, wild state. She dropped her knees from the weight, her back just barely avoiding the sand and staying up. If there was any solace... it was that the pain was quick, and she was still conscious enough to keep to her knees. But... what else could she do now. How long could she last now?

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Rose Gold's knee struck the top of Amano's head and tore her down. The Brutal Blonde landed with a *whump* as sand kicked up around the point of impact.

"Ngh!" She grit her teeth and clutched at her knee. She could feel it pulsing with pain alongside her heartbeat. By the third beat it put a cruel grin on her lips. She turned her head to assess the damage she'd done... What she found sent her scooting backwards onto her butt. Her eyes wide as she processed what she was looking at.

She found Amano, still upright. Her hair was loose and wild about her face. And in that moment, she looked every bit the demon. Rose Gold waited for Amano to lash out. Convinced in that moment that she was indestructible!

And when it didn't come, she grinned like a fox who'd just broken into a chicken coop. "Idiot!" It wasn't obvious whether she was chastising herself or criticizing Amano.

She hurried to her feet, ignoring the pain and pushing herself through the limp. She stood over Amano, a hand gripping that loose hair. She forced the Demon's forehead against her pelvis, positioning her in a way that was far from subtle.

"AMERICA!" She screamed out as she forced Amano's head between her thighs. The referee scurried beside them, watching. Ready to call the match as Rose Gold jerked Amano's arms into under hooks roughly.

There was a gentle breeze coming off the Pacific Ocean. It sent grains of sand tumbling over the bare feet of the two women. It caused Rose Gold's hair ripple in front of her face. And it carried the degenerate crowd's cheers into the heart of California.

"KORE DE OWARI DA! [It ends here!]"

She pulled Amano's arms hard enough to risk tearing something in her shoulders. She pulled her off the beach as she herself leapt upwards. She kept hold of her opponent's arms, ensuring she'd not break her fall in any way! Once again the beach erupted as she drove Amano's face, trapped between her knees, into the earth like a railroad spike.

The Gold Standard

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Amano remained on her knees, eyes vacantly staring forward at nothing as the pain finally took a moment to subside. A small, quiet moment as Rose was writhing on the ground collecting herself. There was little Amano could feel save for the ocean breeze against her.

"A-Aah!" But the Demon roused from her stupor, her skull stinging as Rose thrust her head right under her thighs and between her legs with little care and grace. Amano was just awake enough to realize the situation. It... was over. She knew this position pretty well, having seen it enough times from a distance. One of Rose finishers... it felt odd being on the receiving end of it. And... frightening. She was too tired to fight against it, too racked with pain and soreness to move her body, and even then her body wasn't even listening to her anymore, the last of her energy sapped after the three shots wore off. All she could do was look down at what was to be hit fate.

"Gh-!" She winced, feeling the tight tug on her arms, the only bit of warning she got before the inevitable came.

And then, she fell.

There was no bracing it, no holding it back, and no escape. Even if the sand was a cushion it was little comfort. And the crash gave her one last spike of pain to her neck and skull before the light snapped away. Amano barely made a sound as she hit the ground, she just... only a low, flat grunt as she slammed against the said, her body going limp at the impact.

It... was over...

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The referee called for the bell the moment Amano hit the sand. There were no pin falls in an MMA style match. Victory was determined by Submission or Knockout. And the knee strike alone had made it clear that Amano was no longer able to intelligently defend herself.

She fell forward, catching her palms in the sand as she fought back tears. Her weight still pressing Amano's face into the sand beneath her.
From this position she allowed herself a moment of private celebration and reflection.

The tension and excitement of her victory was too much for her to bear. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, fighting back tears of happiness and relief. This match had pushed her further than any she'd had since even before she'd won the belt.

Her eyes opened, the moment passing. She hooked Amano's arm and disdainfully rolled her over and onto her back, out from under her. She unsteadily climbed to her feet and pressed her bare foot upon Amano's cheek as she thrust a fist into the air!

"WORSHIP ME!!!" Her voice boomed! A demand made with primal energy and raw emotion! One that the Americans couldn't resist giving in to as they showered the performers with praise and a standing applause.

"The show isn't over, America!" She turned her attention towards Hangiku, Amano's second. Rose Gold's look of elation melting into one of raw malevolence. She was the conquering warrior. And now she intended to take the spoils of war.

"Now, I'll show the world what happens to those who challenge the Ace of LAW! Come on Amano, it's time to show America -everything-!"

Rose Gold had taken the time for a self-indulgent private celebration. But now her attention turned towards Lexy, her second. And the obedient sub would know exactly what that look meant. It was time for the public celebration.

"Bring it to me!"

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It was over, it was finally over! At long last, Lexy could do away with her suspense and her sense of worry. Immediately it was all replaced with joy and excitement! Rose's victory pose cemented it! The green-haired gal jumped with joy as the capacity crowd in attendance reacted to this turn of events! The range of emotions, compassion for Amano, and awe and contempt for Rose could be felt all throughout the live audience in attendance!

Lexy would stifle her emotions after just a few seconds. The very idea that there was any doubt about her odds tonight, any acknowledgment of Rose's own crying or relief over the outcome of this contest now that it was finally here....even if Rose happened to see Lexy's reaction or her own, it would only serve to upset the goddess!

That beautiful, imposing theme song soon began to play. Lexy had already been making her way towards the door of the cage to be let into it and join the champ in celebration. The theme song signaling Roses's victory was cut soon after Lexy entered. The match had been called. But Rose Gold was not done. Amano had just put it all on the line. She had shown why she had been deemed a worthy challenger, and in doing so, she had helped prove Rose Gold a worthy champion. That's probably how the press and management saw it. Rose and Lexy, however, saw it as an insult! They saw Amano as a woman who needed to be made an example of! They saw her as an opportunity to once again put the Lightweight Division and LAW as a whole on notice!

"Here, my liege." Lexy carried in her hands the coveted LAW Lightweight Championship Title Belt. She fastened the prize around The Ace's waist, slipping something into her hands as she did so! She would then abruptly seize the referee's hand and force the official to raise Rose's high! As the referee obliged the tradition, Lexy would reveal that she had used the belt to hide the fact that she had brought something into the cage with her: a bright neon pink, a translucent strap-on!

"Is it time, already? I do hope poor Amano is ready." Lexy would ask her goddess as the pair of them looked over the downed and dazed, defeated challenger. The lust in Lexy's eyes would be palpable as she handed the phallic object to Rose. The two of them were about to put on one heck of a post-show!

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Rose Gold beamed. It was a dull shine, but a shine no less. She was exhausted from the events of her match. Her face was red where she'd taken Amano's rolling thunder kick. There was no denying it would be a bruise. Her body was sore, racked with pain. But as Lexy fastened the belt around her waist, she felt a surge of energy. And as she passed Rose the implement of Amano's shame, she felt revitalized.

She brought the mic to her lips. "America! This is what you came for, isn't it!? To watch -ME- dominate this girl for your entertainment?!" She looked to Lexy then, nodding. "Then." She confirmed. "It's time!" She thrust the sex toy into the sky! The crowd roared. Because of course they did!

"Time for me to take my tribute!" She deftly secured the strap-on before dropping to her knees. The rubber cock teased at the cheek of the barely-there challenger. She then pulled open Amano's gi. She began to strip her. "Amano Jakku!" Laid her bare. "The Demon who I made little more than My Woman!"

With Rose's accessory equipped and Amano stripped, she took up the girl's ankle. She lifted her leg high, spreading her thighs. And then turned her over, onto her belly. She settled onto Amano's back with her ankle clutched under an arm. Then she pulled back painfully! Applying a single-leg crab to her now naked, already battered body. The position would ensure the camera got a clear, shameless view of her unguarded sex.

"I present to you, the finest in Japanese pussy! This pussy belongs to me now! But I'll share it with you, so let her feel all your eyes on her while I stir her up!" She then looked to Lexy with a smirk. She could see how hungry her pet was.

It was true, she meant to humiliate Amano. To shame her for losing and to enhance her own prestige by closing tonight's match with a performance the world would never forget. But she still respected Amano's role as a woman.

"Go on my pet. Get her ready!" She dropped the microphone in the sand. The pageantry was over. The sex would begin!

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There was a relief at first. A small sigh and a relaxing of tension as the bell rang and the crowd cheered. As hard as that last round was, as brutal and mad as the two fighter got in the last stage... it at least ended with finality and with Amano doing enough to prove her point. She gave the audience and Rose a fight that wouldn't be forgotten for a long while. She proved herself capable as a warrior and as someone able to stand in the ring with a high-level opponent. It was... enough. For Hangaku, and even for the Princess if she was watch, Amano had done her duty as Vanguard, Demon, and Contender. She lost... but she at least proved herself.

And with an other opponent, that'd be the end.

Amano would be brought back to life, her attempt would be celebrated, and she's walk away with nothing more than a bruised ego, some bitter tears, and a drive to train further. But... this was Rose Gold. And Hangaku did enough research on this woman to know simply losing to her was only half of the match. No, Rose didn't just defeat her opponents, she conquered them. And as Rose ripped Amano's gi off, as she stripped Amano bare and forced her back into the waking world...


"A-Aaaaaaaaah!" Amano's second trial... was about to begin.

"Nakano-san, we can-"

Hangaku's sharp eyes cut the Taishuya assistant's words short. "Don't." Her words were in a low tone, but the dark edge surpassed that of even their Princess. "Rei-chan knew what she was getting into."

The assistant stepped forward, two more behind in defense. "But ma'am she'll-"

"-Let Alan prep her so the act isn't as painful otherwise." Hangaku's gripped her hand against the fence tightened, the wires bending. "Our Hellion will be fine. Do you see the reserved tomboy that trains in the corner of our dojo?"

*Cling*

"Raaaaaagh!"

"Or do you refuse to see the Demon in front of us-"

*Cling*

"Still howling her survival-"

*Cling*

"Ordering her conqueror to do her worst because she can take it."

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The group was silent, stepping back as they looked at the scene behind Hangaku.

"Raaaaaagh!"

Amano's first shriek was out of pain and shock. But once awake... her eyes were wide and primal, her cries of pain turning to roars of fury. She was clawing at the sand. Not to escape, but to grab tight onto the dirt beneath in preparation of what was to come. Her eyes were barely hiding tears... but she was snarling and roaring, trying to still remain her demonic self, at least until the end. "If you truly care about Rei-chan, then watch. Watch every moment of it until the end and be there to help her back up. It's... the least we can do for her."

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The assistants stepped back, quiet, watching stoically, though eyes wide. Hangaku rose an eyebrow at first, but turned to look back at the scene and quick found herself wide-eyed as well. Not at Rose. Not at the scene before them, but at the clear view they now had. A view unfiltered by the wires of the fence. A circular hole just big enough to see the ring in clear view. There was a hole in the cage.

And wires... were bunched up in Hangaku's cut and bleeding fist. "... ... ..."

Rei-chan, please... survive.

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The seriousness of the conversation going on in Amano's camp just outside the cage was lost on Lexy. And after Rose Gold's speech none but the most dedicated fans of the Demoness and her cohort. Of course, Lexy hung on Rose's every word with her eyes wide. She smiled warmly at her champion and brought her hand over her own buxom chest.

It was finally time.

From within the confines of her top, Lexy pulled an unmarked bottle of silicone lubricant. She held it high up, drawing a reaction from the already roaring crowd. There was no telling how this experience would shape Amano Jaku. But Lexy and Rose seemed to be on the same page for how this experience would be remembered as a highlight of the lightweight champion's reign...

"Ready she shall be." Lexy complied, heeding Rose's every beck and call even while the champion was in a frenzied, ravenous state. The hostess knelt down with the bottle in hand. She parted her green hair to the side before she pooled some of the lube into her dainty palms. With Amano supine and worn down from her highly competitive, highly spirited match, there was little in the way of resistance. Lexy saw to it that the demoness' thighs glistened in the sun. The tanned woman's lower half would glisten like the prize Rose considered it to be by the time Alan was done. Of course, the lubricant made it all easier to remove her MMA attire.

"I must say, I'm quite jealous. In a way, she'll be more useful to my goddess than I could ever hope to be. This moment will be eternalized in LAW history. This experience will shape you into something more. Just as my master has done with me."

As she talked through the process, Lexy's hands caressed Amano's slender yet powerful legs. Within moments the defeated challenger was primed and ready to receive The Queen's graces, just as Rose was ready to receive her spoils of war.

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Pain.

Amano woke up to the screaming pain right at the edge of her thighs as if claws were digging into the sensitive edge right near her sex. "Aaaaaaggh!" Amano herself was screaming, forced to consciousness pain with her mind barely able to remember the situation was things. Her eyes were squeezed shut at first, her mind just trying to piece together what was happening. She clutched her head, shaking it as if to deny the burning sensation along her thighs. Then, she finally opened her eyes.

The beach and setting sun were the first things she saw. The next was the raving cheers of the crowd and the flashing cameras and phones gathering around the edge of the ring. And the last thing... was the cool and wet sensation right between her legs, along with the chilling words of Lexy. "A-Aaa-" Her head whipped about, finally getting a grasp of what was to come. She could barely see Rose's expression from her position, but the aura she felt was... ominous. The cooling sensation around her legs was a cold comfort to the accompanying burning she felt. She was being set up for something... and whatever it was, it was something Rose, Lexy, and the audience were on edge waiting for.

And the Demon panicked.

Pupils shrinking in terror, she wriggled and writhed about within Rose grip. She tried, she earnestly tried... but her body didn't move. The most she could manage was a pathetic wiggle. Her body was still stunned from the last match. It wouldn't move. No matter how much Amano's mind screamed for it to get away her body didn't respond. And worse still the crowd was loving it. Whistling, raving, egging Rose on to have her way with the Demon. and all the while Amano could only remain on the ground and writhe, fighting back bitter tears. The pain Rose was forcing her through, the hatred of her own loss.

And the fear the Demon felt as the champion loomed over her without a shred of mercy.

And at that realization, the panic really sat in. "N-No!" It was a plea, a high-pitch, squeal for mercy that wouldn't come. "Don't do it!!" She could feel herself dripping, both from whatever oil Lexy draped over her and her own sexual desire. The kiss and slight tribbing from earlier wasn't enough, and the violence she gave out and took set her sexual urges over the edge. Even if her voice begged otherwise... her body wanted a release. "I! I-I...!"

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The microphone Rose Gold had used to declare her intentions lay idle, half-buried in the sand nearby. What followed was between them. The world could watch. But this moment was in private.

The conquering champion kept Amano spread open, exposed, as her pet prepared her meal. She licked her lips, salivating as she watched the way the sensitive, kissable skin of Amano's inner thighs rippled in the wake of Lexy's caress.

She waited until Amano's slit was fully glistening before turning over her hips and forcing Amano onto her back. The crab was for show. A delicious and humiliating expo for the American audience. A chance for them to see what Rose Gold had. To make them envious. To empower her. But she'd not take Amano like an animal. She had no respect for her opponents. But surprisingly, there was nothing more sacred to her than a woman. And despite Amano's claims of preternatural descent, she was just that.

"That will do." She said curtly to Lexy. The first words she'd said since addressing the crowd.

Her solid gold eyes scanned the bronzed body of her beaten rival. Sweatsoaked and exhausted. Her lithe, supple form was red and bruised. She'd been through hell.

Rose Gold's hands led the way as she slithered up Amano's body. Her fingertips caressed her sides. Sliding over the swell of her breasts. Traced her clavicle. And finally cupped her scuffed cheeks in either hand. Her lips had graced her skin with eager, uneven breaths on their way. Her hot breath tickled against the girl's battered body. And after what must have felt like an eternity, Rose Gold's lips hovered inches from Amano's. Her body prostrate atop Amano's. Their eyes deadlocked.

"Shhh. No screaming now little demon." She blessed her lips with a soft kiss. A strange comfort from the violent deviant.

Her hands moved between their bodies. Her fingers gripped the implement between them and split her open. "I'm going to send you to Heaven now." Its tip pressed pleadingly at her entrance. The subtle quivering of Rose Gold's needy hips could be felt against her sopping, greedy vagina.

"Are you ready?" She asked rhetorically as she pressed the tip of her nose against Amano's. "I'm going to reshape your insides in my image."

She didn't move immediately. Instead, her mouth descended upon the exhausted Demon's. Her golden tongue pried Amano's helpless lips open and sealed them with a deep, passionate kiss. She filled her mouth with her intoxicatingly seductive taste. A kiss that would bend her mind and seal her will. A shot of sedating lust that would convert her restraint to need. Her other hand moved to take hold of one of Amano's at her side. Their fingers intertwined.

And then, with a resounding wet slap, their hips met.