The Midas Touch, Episode 5: Audience Participation

[TickTock]

Fiona was still gassed from the onslaught to her torso, a hand placed on the steps to balance herself and hold herself up, and her words took more effort to sound convincing than she thought. At this point, in a MMA fight, she'd be getting water squirted into her mouth, towels rubbing down her face, and her aching bruise tended to.

But this wasn't MMA. This was LAW, and there were no free breaks. She didn't expect it to be something she needed to make a big adjustment for, but the added need for stamina was something that was racking her right now.

Usain Bolt is the greatest runner at 100m races, but throw him into a marathon race unprepared, and he'd probably get gassed early on as well. Fiona wasn't sure if that thought was meant to comfort her or make her feel dread, but she swallowed all of that down once she noticed Rose was on the move.

Only, it wasn't towards her. It was away, the opposite direction, and once she turned the corner of the ring, Fiona knew she was trying some bullshit.

"Ya scared?!" She shouted, though the 4 foot wrestler would happily take the extra few seconds of reprieve, able to push herself onto her feet and suck in a few breaths, before turning and watching Rose approach. You better duck!

And she listened. Fiona tried to tell herself that she had thought of that herself, but as she did duck down, she realized it played right into Rose's hands.

"GRH!" She grunted, feeling those steel steps collide against the side of her head and torso, sending her rolling back down onto the ground, and as the crowd would notice first, open a slight gash on the side of Fiona's head. "Rrgh.."

Blood began to stain the feisty newcomer's brown hair and run down to her ear and cheek, and Fiona would notice it as she raised a hand and felt the liquid seep down onto her fingertips. "Damnit.." She grunted, crawling away, eventually reaching the barrier between her and the fans and using it to pull herself up. Her plan had failed, and now she was almost put on a time limit to end this. There was only so much blood she could lose before it became serious and really made her loopy, and fights in the octagon were usually stopped if a cut got too out of hand.

But there wasn't going to be a stop for Fiona, and she had to will her way through this, which was becoming less and less likely to watchers who once believed in the fiery girl, but were now watching a methodical beating by a seasoned champ.

[SuckerPunch]

*CLANG*

Rose's heels crashed into the steel ring stairs. Her momentum transferred into them as they were fired into the unexpecting skull of the one-time audience member.

The sound it made bouncing off of her skull was visceral. A dull crack that resonated within the hollow underside of the steps. They clattered to the padded arena floor in much the same way that Fiona did. They landed in between the scattered Fiona and the lower stairs which had remained in place. Rose, for her part, landed gracefully upon a bent knee.

Rose stood up and took a measure of the situation.

"Ouch. Don't worry sweetie. I'm sure they'll let you watch the rest of the show at the hospital." She gave a theatrical wince as she touched the side of her own head, tracing where Fiona had been cut. In truth, she hadn't meant to deliver such a vicious and concussive blow to the challenger. But the Sinister Siren would never look a gift horse in the mouth. Fiona had a big target on her head now.

Locked on, the lightweight champion intended to offer the champion no quarter! She'd signed the waiver. It had been thorough, more so than a regular contract, for the sake of liability.

Rose stepped onto the bottom stairs and leapt off of them in a graceful, gazelle-like leap! She landed on the second pair, and in another step, leapt off of them as well! She soared through the air, a human missile! Her right knee thrust out and aimed for the side of Fiona's head as she was half-way to pulling herself up!

If she missed, she'd crack her own knee against the barricade.

But if it landed, she'd deal another dizzying blow to the first-timer's skull! Either way it was clear... She intended to systematically and surgically strike Fiona's head! She sought to batter her silly! A plan that meant to eventually treat the fans to a dominant and sexy knock out finish.

[TickTock]

Fiona was disorientated by that bang and by the cut, unlike anything she felt in the octagon. How weapons were allowed to be used like that, or why low blows were only allowed if they were used in an atomic drop, she didn't know why, and if she ended up being able to walk out of this of her own accord, then she was going to give some of the higher-ups a piece of her mind on it. But she couldn't complain about the rules now, she merely had to adapt to them the best she could, or else she may end up getting carted out. And for her debut, Fiona certainly didn't want that.

But it was hard to adapt with a likely concussion and a gash across her head that poured blood, only adding to her wooziness, making her eyes feel heavy and her body feeling like it was underwater.

The feisty fighter needed that barrier to begin to pull herself up, feeling herself get a bit desperate for reprieve and for a chance to catch her breath. And along the way, she could hear Rose's trash talk, making her let out a low growl. Fuck, she hated this bitch, and Fiona only got reminded of why she signed up for this in the first place. Didn't read a lick of that waiver, none of the terms involved, she jumped the barricade and wrote her name down on it with no hesitation, because of one goal.

Fiona wanted to beat the everlasting shit out of her.

Gripping down tight on the barricade and taking a moment to glance up, the MMA fighter saw Rose on the second pair of steps, before leaping towards her. And it was either fueled by pure hatred or pure instinct that she managed to move out of the way in time, letting the champion crash her knee hard against the barricade, insufficient of padding covering up a steel railing. AKA, meaning it sucked to run into, or in this case, jump into.

Gasping for breath, Fiona saw an opportunity, one that she may not get for the rest of the match, and she damned her head pain, her dizziness, and charged forward. Aiming her shoulder right for the abs of the blonde, and aiming to spear her hard up against the barricade once more.

And all the while, she didn't even think of the referee's count. What was it even on? She didn't have the experience, or even the train of thought, to care about it, only hoping that she had a chance to get back on the offensive on the outside.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold's knee crashed against the steel of the barrier!

She wore no pads. Her legs were entirely bare. "AHH! Little! Ng! Brat!"" She let out a pain-inspired cry of protest as bone met barricade! What should have been a blow that left Fiora on her back, frothing and out cold; instead saw the Lightweight Champion standing on one leg as she clutched the other!

Tears filled her eyes as she battled with the agony. She won out, logic prevailing as she turned to seek out the target of her ire. Fiona had moved. She couldn't have gone far. And she couldn't have gone fast!

*CRASH!*

The barrier buckled as Fiona's weight blasted into Rose Gold's belly! Her body curled around the MMA Fighter's shoulder as a spray of saliva exploded out of her forced-open mouth! Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated as she coughed out a choked whimper! "MNPH!"

She slumped against Fiona, drooling upon the other girl's body as her face hung over it. Her back cried out, having born the brunt of the impact. She was pinned against the barricade, pacified by the full-body suffering she found herself subjected to in the space of a single second!

"4!" Came a count from inside the ring.

[TickTock]

With the sound of that resounding bang, flesh meeting steel, Fiona was back in control for the first time since the start of the match. She had dodged what would've likely been a knock-out blow from Rose, and in return, practically split her in half over the metal gate, which earned the scrappy newbie a chance to reprieve, to breath, as the blonde seemed rather incapacitated at the moment.

But Fiona was seeing red right now, and not just because of the blood pouring down the side of her head. This bitch had the audacity, the GALL, to taunt her, to make fun of her, while also being able to back it up. That infuriated her, and now, with a chance to shut her up for good, she didn't hesitate.

Lifting up the champ on her shoulder once more, she damned her normal style, and instead favored what would make the little bitch scream the most. And Rose would figure out just what in a second, as her back was speared into the apron, tailbone slamming hard. "GRH!" Fiona grunted with effort as she did so, before lifting her back up.

Initially, Fiona wanted this to just be an in-ring affair, but if the champion could get away with low-blows and using weapons, the feisty fighter wasn't going to play nice herself, and use anything she could think she could get away with to break Rose. And that included the ring and the barricade.

Speaking of which, Fiona attempted to blast Rose back-first against the gate once more, testing the limits of its structure, before eventually dropping back down the blonde if successful.

And if Rose dared looked up, she could see the pure anger in Fiona's eyes. That burning rage, mixed with a nasty scowl and trails of red along the side of her head and cheek. Not a sight one wanted to see if they were in danger, and it didn't stop there.

If the newcomer did manage to succeed with her spears, she'd follow them up by pounding down onto Rose's face, lefts and rights with no regard for her wellbeing, only wishing to crush in her obnoxious face and knock her out. Several punches rained down, while the referee continued to count.

"5! .... 6!"

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold, as the Lightweight Champion, was not especially heavy. In her dazed state, lifting her was purely academic. She slumped over the other girl's shoulder like a sandbag.

"AGH!" She screamed out as her back smashed against the edge of the apron, the hardest part of the ring, as we all know. Her nubile body was bowed against the perimeter of their theoretucal battleground. The impact sent a spray of saliva into the air.

Pacified, she offered no resistance as Fiona hefted her once more!

*CRASH* The shoulder-carry spear sent the two petite pugilists into the barrier once more! Rose wailed in pain as the metal rang out. And a second after, yielded! Spilling the two combatants onto the arena floor in front of the fans!

Fiona was enraged! Preparing to batter her even as the count reached seven. Blurry eyed, Rose couldn't get a good look at her opponent's bloody face. But her fury was identifiable even through the concussive haze.

Getting her fists up was all she could do. She pulled them over her face like a boxer's guard as she turtled up! Fiona's blows sent her guard, and her head left and right. Battering her pretty face with punches that struck her face even though her arms were the initial contact point! Each blow came with a yelp.

She was being battered. And if this was an MMA bout, the ref would be telling her to defend herself or be TKO'd!

In pain and with a deteriorating body, Rose seemed at her limits. However. Her eyes had a fire that betrayed her submissive posture.

'Two more seconds.' She mused internally.

The count was about to hit 8. When it reached 10 it would be over. Considered a draw. Fiona could dive into the ring and steal a win. But the Champion's advantage would mean it was all for naught. It put a painted smile on Rose's lips in an otherwise humorless situation.

"Get back in the ring!" The ref demanded. "A title can only change hands by pinfall, knockout, or submission inside of the ring! Not by count out!" She reminded the competitors.

If she didn't make it back into the ring with Rose in tow, the match would be over. And for contractless Fiona, this whole affair would be an exercise in futility.

[TickTock]

Fiona didn't even think of the durability of the barrier that separated them from the fans, she just wanted to crush the back of Rose and further her assault onto the obnoxious blonde. But as the gate gave out and the two were sent crashing against the unpadded floor of the audience's side, she didn't even flinch in mounting the champion and beginning her ground and pound.

Perhaps if she had unlimited time, or if she was in the ring, the scrappy newbie could break through the blonde's defenses, as while a good bit of punches caught nothing but arm, there were a few hits that landed flush, and she just needed a few more of those to truly rattle Rose...

... but then the referee spoke up, and Fiona was greeted with the reality of the match. She was about to get counted out, and there was no way to win the belt that way. "Fuck.." She growled, before ceasing her assault on Rose, and getting two handfuls of blonde hair to drag her back towards the ring, lifting and rolling her inside and following in suit, to hopefully get in by the count of 9.

Fiona couldn't afford to remain upset at the rules, the gash on her head put her a timer for the rest of this match, and Rose was... well, durable, as much as she hated to say it.

First, she tried to lay atop of Rose to pin her, to test the waters there and see how much was left inside her. And, assumingly, when the blonde kicks out, Fiona would attempt to roll her back over onto her stomach and get atop of her, to mount her on the opposite side, and throw down elbows for the back of her skull. If the champ wanted to play mean, the challenger would do so as well.

[SuckerPunch]

Rose Gold was the Queen of the Lightweights... But if there was anything other than wrestling that she was skilled at, it was acting!

Rose Gold ensured that she was heavy when Fiona picked her up. She dragged her feet and slumped her body weight. She made sure the girl had to work extra hard and extra fast to return her to the ring. She kept a look of drunken vulnerability on her face as she did it. Her mouth hanging slack with deep, gasping breaths. But on the inside she was grinning.

Though to be honest, this was about as close as she'd ever come to method acting. Fiona had battered her. Her body was bruised and aching. Her back throbbed in the places where her back made contact with the segmented steel barrier. And the barrage of punches had caused one of her eyes to close. Fiona had taken control of her and put her lithe form through genuine suffering. In a falls count anywhere match, she would have had no escape!

She rolled into the ring and ended up flat on her back. Her heels pressed against the canvas. She took every second she had to recover. It wasn't long before Fiona was in there alongside her. And fast approaching!

Offense had a cost that most fans didn't think about. The piston like punches that Fiona had thrown weren't free. Nor were the two shoulder-carry spears she had delivered. Rose was counting on that, and the head wound, to create the opening for her counter-attack!

As Fiona changed levels to pin her, Rose's hips swung! Her legs spread like the jaws of a venus fly-trap and attempted to ensnare her head! They would figure four across the back of her neck as Rose's hands clutched at one of her arms, pulling it across her throat, trapping it there with one of her thighs! Entangling her like a spider's web!

Spoiler

Her eyes were alive! Whether the Triangle Choke worked or not, Fiona would see the fight in the champion's glare! Rose Gold was a petty cheater and a cruel sadist. But she was also the most capable competitor in the division. And ground-based grappling was her specialty!

[TickTock]

Rose was right, Fiona's moves did have a cost. They took effort and stamina, and while she would always give the most she could in terms of effort, her stamina wasn't just something she could turn off and ignore, especially with the blood running down her head meaning that she couldn't expend all of her energy so easily.

And thus, Rose seemingly being out of it was what Fiona needed, where she didn't have to use up energy defending herself, or getting the fight beat out of her. Though it was hard lifting her and rolling her into the ring, it was better than any of the last two, and the brunette savored a few moments outside the ring to catch her breath, before rolling in and attempting to get the cover.

Keyword being 'attempting', as before the MMA fighter could get atop of Rose, those legs wrapped around her head and throat like a snare trap, her arm locked between those thighs, and suddenly, she was being choked out in that Triangle Hold!

"AGK!" Fiona gagged, legs kicking and hand frantically pushing against one of the blonde's legs, both feeble attempts to get out of the hold. Thanks to her rolling the champion into the ring, she made sure not to have her close to the ropes, and in turn, meant that she herself couldn't get to the ropes either. And despite her prissy attitude, Rose knew how to lock in a tight Triangle, meaning she couldn't just pry herself out.

With her face beginning to turn red, the upstart did the one thing she thought of, putting her weight down into her legs and pushing forward, attempting to flip over and bridge the hold. Fiona hoped that this could lighten the hold and make it more difficult to keep cinched in, and along with that, potentially pin Rose's shoulders to the mat. All it'd take was 3 seconds for the Ace to lose her championship if the bridge was successful.

The feisty fighter didn't expect to win like this, but hopefully, it'd cause Rose to relinquish the hold.

[SuckerPunch]

She felt the amateur's hot breath tickle her inner thigh, and she knew that the move was locked in tight! The gag was just a sexy cherry on top!

"You looked down on Professional Wrestlers, didn't you? You MMA girls always do!" She jerked on the hold, ensuring that it was not only stofling, but painful as Fiona pushed at her legs.

"Always so confident in your 'real fights'. What do you think sweetie? Is this REAL enough for you!?" She bucked her hips as Fiona dropped to her knees. The motion forced the girl's face to make brief, humiliating contact with Rose Gold plump, thinly veiled mound. Pressing unsuvtlely gainst her reddening face.

Submission grappling was considered a thinking woman's game. It was a field where planning and technique ruled above strength and physique. A tactician's sport. An Amateur could surprise an opponent with a sudden hold. But a Master used that same type of surprise to manuever their prey into deeper, more dangerous waters!

When it cam to triangle chokes, Rose Gold's preference was from the mount. Her finisher. The Midas Clutch. She was aware that her light frame allowed a standard triangle chole to be countered with relative ease. And Fiona did just that. Dropped to her knees and pushed, rolling the Champion up on her shoulders.

1! The count came.

But it was over quick. Rose Gold rolled with the momentum! Her legs slipping free of Fiona's head as they tumbled! Falling right into her trap.

The triangle choke had meant to put her in check. The lewd and inappropriate grind against her face to distract her. All in order to get them to the position they hopefully found themselves in now!

Both belly down on the canvas, but with Fiona's exhausted arm locked between her legs! Trapped in a dangerous Belly Down Armbar!

Rose Gold's hips thrust down as she pulled up, brutally wrenching on Fiona's elbow joint! Hyper extending it backwards while using her scalding hot sex as a fulcrum!

"This is your own fault for making me get serious! SUBMIT!" She growled without a hint of mercy in her voice!

She pulled with all of her weight, tearing at the isolated joint as if she was trying to pull the whole thing off. She'd snap her arm like a branch if she let her!

The ref stood by, watching like a hawk, ready to call the fight. All while Rose Gold thrust her hips against Fiona's arm in a motion that would be erotic if it wasn't so violent!!!