The Midas Touch, Episode 11: Headbangers Ball

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Rose Gold's heels dug into Chris's knees with vicious intent! The rookie had seen fit to expose her, in a way. Showing that the champion wasn't invincible. That the top of the mountain wasn't so high that a rookie couldn't reach it. She'd counter-acted the entire point of the segment!

"You've ruined everything!" She growled as she loomed over Chris. Her fists clenched, white-knuckled. Her amusement had been a mask. Something that hid her seething anger at being humiliated. And now, she was going to channel all that humiliation back into her opponent.

"I'm going to teach you the price for messing with me, rookie!!" Her fingers lashed out to take hold of Chris. Her grasp was iron tight, the hands of a woman who'd spent her entire life jerking limbs out of sockets. But it wasn't upon Chris's skin that her fingers landed. No... They were attached to the waistband of her bottoms!

She began to ruthlessly pull at them, yanking them down the battered legs of her opponent. Intent on exposing whatever she wore beneath them. Showing the crowd her choice of game-day panties. Had she worn something special? Cute? Or perhaps nothing at all!?

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Chris cried as Rose Gold came and dug her heel into her weakened knees, feeling just how much she had ticked the girl off. She didn't completely understand what she had done other than what the blond asked for. Maybe it was the fact she was doing well at all? That the so called 'Ace of LAW' and lightweight champion was able to be toppled from her throne by someone with as little experience as her? Was this girl really that petty? The rock star didn't know, but she didn't give much of a damn right now either. She just wanted the heel to stop hurting her legs and, more importantly on the priority list, give her something to cover her chest with other than her hands so she could start fighting back.

Though that seemed about as likely as the crowd halting their cheers right now. The Caustic Cutie was back on top, tearing off the amused persona and revealing the furious, sadistic champion behind it. She glared down on Chris, on the rock star who lay there trying to keep herself covered and retain her modesty. The mighty rocker who hated to be exposed at all, and despised the weeks she spent with LAWs media agents when Veronika Noir had ended their match in the mud and left her nude, covered in mud, and broken. It was horrible, and it seemed Rose Gold was aiming to do it to her a second time, if not also worsen the experience.

The rock star winced as she saw the champion's hand jet towards her, but once again she prepared for the wrong thing. She expected a punch to her head or body, trying to pull her arms away to expose her snowballs for the crowd, or rake her nails across her, but no. Instead she felt her tights grabbed and pulled down, another wave of embarrassed fear fueling her as she tried to kick Rose Gold away. "No, no no no no nono! Please no!" She begged as her legs tried anything and everything to keep her bottoms on to no avail. The champion once more got what she wanted, removing another layer from Chris' costume and doing who knows what with it. And all that left Chris in now, aside from her lone sleeve and kickpads, was a pair of simple white panties with black trim and a little black bow at the front.

The crowd hooted and hollered louder, seeing the badass, flying rock star rookie bared down to her cute little knickers, blushing all to hell and curling up in a fetal ball. Chris wanted to scream, yell in anger, go and grab her guitar and beat the daylights out of Rose. And yet she didn't. Much as her anger at being peeled down to nearly her birthday suit, the idea of moving at all, to show her body to all of LAW and the champion, halted any of that. She was too embarrassed to want to try anything and just wanted to roll out of the ring and hide under the apron. She couldn't muster up the will to fight with all these eyes and cameras on her, waiting for the perfect shot, as the sadistic champion no doubt was finding joy, even if it was fogged out by a raging mist, in her current state.

All Chris could do was lay there curled up again, fighting tears that threatened to fall, and ask Rose, "Why? Why are you doing this? The fuck did I do?" She doubted she would get an answer, but she had asked anyways. It was the closest to fighting back she could do, lying there and waiting for whatever else the lightweight champion had in store for her.

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"Don't be naive!" She rolled her eyes at Chris as she waggled her removed bottoms in front of her. "You asked for this. You wanted a shot at the top." She looked down at the nearly nude girl disdainfully. The weight of her hatred, her malice, pressed heavily upon Chris through gaze alone.

"Well." She threw the attire over the ropes, past the padded floor, and into the hands of the eager lascivious crowd. Some degenerate would surely enjoy rubbing her face in it. "Welcome to the big time, honey."

"You want to know why I'm doing this?" Rose Gold licked her lips as she gazed down upon the once proud warrior. Chris seemed to have expected a fair contest perhaps. A world in which two women would batter each other until one surrendered and confessed the other to be the better woman. They'd have a handshake maybe, and then raise each other's hands. Sport. Chris seemed to have expected sport.

But this wasn't sport to Rose Gold. This wasn't about competition. It was about asserting her will and superiority over other girls. It was about self-affirmation through humiliation and violence. "Because I want to! And because you can't stop me!!"

Rose Gold took Chris Yukine by the hair and attempted to jerk her up onto her feet. To prevent her from curling up and hiding her body. And once she got there, she'd attempt to drive her knee violently into Chris's solar plexus. A difficult spot to hit with precision when an opponent was defending. But if they were focused more on covering up... Then they would find themselves in breathless agony.

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Chris lay there, face red as a tomato in a twelve to one mix of shame and anger, fighting tears and curled up as Rose Gold said what she should have already known. Yes, Chris had come out with so little knowledge on the champion as she did. Yes, she had probably over estimated her abilities when she had started to get full of herself. And yes, if she hadn't accepted Rose Gold's invitation at all she wouldn't be in this mess.

But that didn't matter. Chris was here and she was a sitting duck for the sadistic blond, baring down all her displeasure and hatred for the slightly smaller woman with her gaze. If looks could kill, the rock star would no doubt have been kill four or five times over by now. And though Chris tried to return the deadly gaze with one of her own, but it was hard to seem anything but pathetic and sad with her blushing cheeks and watering eyes. It was clear that the Caustic Cutie was unlike anything Chris could have expected her to be.

"Gkk.." Rose pulled at her snowy locks, the rock star up to her feet. While Chris tried to fight back, with her arms occupied in keeping her chest hidden and her weak legs offering little aid, it wouldn't take long for the champ to get what she wanted. Chris was at the champion's mercy, accentuated as she dug her knee right into the rocker's solar plexus. Chris' mouth opened as all the wind shot out of her lungs and spit flew from it. She coughed furiously, her legs buckling beneath her. If Rose had let go of her hair Chris would fall in a heap, sputtering and trying to get any air back. And if she hadn't and kept her up, her scalp would scream as it was the only thing keeping her up during her fit.

Rose Gold had complete control of the match, and with how things were going that didn't seem to be changing soon. Despite her state, however, Chris managed to find the minor bit of energy she had and looked her opponent right in the eyes. "Fuck... cough cough.... you..."

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"Mmmn~" Rose Gold let out a satisfied moan as she felt her knee push the air out of Chris's body! The girl's body collapsed, but the roots of her hair would keep her from hitting the ground. Dangling like an indecently dressed marionette.

The Lightweight Champion listened to Chris's coughs with sadistic glee. Rather than press the offense, she let her hang and sputter from the handful of hair in her fist. Half-dressed and defenseless, this was exactly the state the impudent rookie deserved to be in! Imperiled and without hope of salvation.

And yet... She still had the heart to speak defiance.

Rose Gold's eyes narrowed at the expletive and her grip on Chris's hair tightened in frustration. "Honey. You need to learn when to shut up. Or I just might give you what you're asking for!" She drove another knee into the same spot the last had struck! It was an attempt to condition her. Talk shit, get hit.

"This is my fault." She relented. "I've been going to easy on you, haven't I?" She licked her lips and rolled her neck. She looked at Chris as she dangled from her grasp like a butcher measuring a piece of meat. "That ends now!" She'd decided which cut would be best.

Rose Gold's hands moved swiftly as she took hold of Chris's slumping figure by her inner thighs! She'd attempt to pick her up, carrying her in a cradle as her hands looped behind Chris's head in a leg-capture full-nelson! It would hurt her neck and lower legs. But that wasn't the true intent of the carry... The true intent was that it would leave the proud Chris Yukine with her legs splayed out and exposed in a way none were ever meant to see her.

"Now why don't you go ahead and repeat what you just said. Chris-chan!"

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"Gfoo-ack-kkfuuuh..." A second coughing fit was Chris' reward for her verbal defiance, any air she had obtained from the short moment between knees to the solar plexus forced from her lungs. And with it the strength that lay in her arms, falling limp with the rest of her body falling like a curtain to finally reveal her naked breasts, much to the delight of the hollering crowd and perhaps the sadistic champion as well. Another shred of decency ripped away and baring not only the rock star's body but her inexperience for so many to see.

To hammer this home even further, Rose Gold, after a little bit of uninterrupted deliberation and with swiftness, locking the weakened rock star in a leg-captured full nelson. She was so out of it she hadn't even realized what the champion was doing until it was too late and she felt the painful, forceful stretching along her legs and neck. It hurt, it really did. Her mind should have been focused on the pain her already injured legs felt, or the pain of her neck as her head was forced downwards. She should have tried to consider how or if she could escape this situation. But no, it all took back seat to her tomato faced thoughts.

She felt more humiliated than she ever had. Her body folded up like some package, her chest exposed for the whole world to see as her arms dangled uselessly. Carried around by someone so slightly bigger than her with so much ease. And not to mention, pressed so close against the blond, she could feel two points poking into her back. All of it, every damned second of it, accumulated horrifically. Her tough, rock star soul she bragged so much about had become limp like a noodle. She had shown she could talk the talk, but yet just a little stripping and Chris was like a school girl.

That was probably what was more humiliating. The discomfort from her body being exposed, the mental anguish she felt as the crowd cheered for Rose Gold's treatment of the rookie, many cameras flashing to capture the moment. It was terrifying, humiliating, and unnerving. But what made it all worse was that all that was the only reason her offense had screeched to a halt. If she weren't like this, how would the match have gone up to now? Would it have been any different? With Chris not only with the advantage but with the gold so close at hand? Or would the two end up in this same predicament, if not a worse one? If she weren't so uncomfortable with being exposed, just how would that what if play out?

As much as these thoughts should have lit her soul on fire and get her to fight back, her body had no strength. She was too weak physically and too embarrassed to try and think of anything. In the end, this was where she was.

In the end, she was trapped in the sadist's embrace, presented like a prize pig before it gets sent to the slaughter.

In the end, the tough rock star, when made bare to the world, was now reduced to a blushing mess, her eyes squeezed shut as if to deny everything around her, pitifully whining as if it would appease Rose Gold or convince her to let her go.

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Rose Gold gently bounced Chris Yukine in her grasp. The Leg-Capture Full-Nelson ensured the entire world got to see the rocker's modest body shake and move with the momentum of the shameful hold. She jiggled her modest, naked breasts and swayed her splayed inner thighs. She was put on display. A human trophy. The price of defeat that Rose Gold had promised to take from her.

"Oh? What's wrong? Nothing left to say?" Rose's taunts were whispered cruelly into the exhausted girl's ear. Rose Gold could feel it in the way her body slackened in her grasp... Chris had nothing left. She had no strength to fight back. No strength to cover up all of the indecent parts of her that no one was meant to see. And especially not like this. "I can tell that you're used to being on stage, Chris-chan. Look at how well you're performing for everyone!"

Another cruel, venom-tipped barb. Another blow to her psyche. She was certain that the rocker's mind was as broken as her body now. Her will was sapped. And so, she discarded her. Dropping her in a heap in the center of the ring like a pile of dirty laundry. Then, with the same amount of disdain, she would kick her over onto her back.

"Make sure you open wide Chris-chan. I'm going to fill myself up with your despair!" She declared her maliciously lascivious intent as she immediately began to move into place. She took Chris by the hair and pulled her into a sitting position. Then, she pulled up one arm and stepped over her shoulders. She waited there for a moment, pressing the other girl's face against her crotch. Chris could feel it... How she burned. The lycra over her pussy was damp and scalding.

And then she brought them both to the canvas. Her legs encircled Chris's head in a mounted triangle choke. A move she'd made famous. The Midas Clutch. A painful choke that forced the victim to gasp and choke against the fabric of Rose Gold's wrestling attire.

The Midas Clutch

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It truly looked like things were over for the rock star. A blushing virgin, marched around like a prize for all to see, her panties being her only remaining article of clothing left. She was swayed about, her naked breasts shaking with the momentum and further hammering down on her pride. Rose Gold had stripped Chris down, emotionally and physically, and crushed the snow haired girl's spirit. Her tears that flowed as the vile champion spat her venom were from her humiliation and from her hatred.

Her discomfort from being bared for an audience was going to cost her another match. Chris knew her asexuality would likely be a hinderance if she ever faced an opponent down, as seemed to be quite common in LAW. She had been confident that she would be able to keep that from happening with her speed and soaring skills, and for a time in this match that seemed to have been the case. But then the blond bitch got lucky with a grab and everything went down hill from there. Her embarrassment, her inability to deal with humiliation, sealed her fate the moment Rose learned of it.

Chris silently kept cursing at herself behind her shut, streaming eyes until Rose dropped her in the center of the ring, discarding her like a toy she grew bored with. "Gff," she softly grunted as she was kicked onto her back, eyes finally opening right when Rose dragged her up in a seated position by the scalp. The rocker could only hope whatever the venomous vixen had next in mind would get this match finished so her humiliation could end.

But it seemed that wouldn't be the case.

The blond's covered groin soon pressed against Chris' lips, causing the slightly smaller girl's eyes to widen in panic. And once Rose Gold finalized her move and brought them down to the mat, a pained gasp followed and forced the soaking lycra and its dampness to fill her mouth. A few panicked coughs tried to follow, no doubt only worsening her position as the champion enjoyed the rocker's expression.

There were likely many wrestlers in LAW who would be able to find some kind of ecstasy from this. Getting a chance to taste the self proclaimed Ace of LAW and drink her essence. Chris was not one of them. The wetness that fell upon her tongue, Rose Gold's nectar, was the most disgusting thing she had ever tasted. She wasn't repulsed by sex, but the idea of forcing these kinds of lewd acts on someone or even being subject to them, like she was here, just made her freeze like a deer in headlights. Drinking in Rose Gold's essence without her consent, gagging on her sadistic excitement, only made things worse and likely only made the sadistic grin grow the longer it went on.

In her panicked state her body eventually reacted when her mind could not, her teeth clamping shut on Rose Gold's dripping sense. It wasn't the rock star finding strength to try and escape or even Chris trying to hurt the venomous vixen. Her body just rejected the taste and wanted it to stop pouring in. It was a reflex against something that made it feel sick. This would no doubt hurt her tormentor, but whether it would be enough to get her to retreat or bring down more of her wrath upon Chris, no one could say. Chris just wanted her humiliation to end, even if for a single moment.

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"Mmmn, you might not believe this honey, but trust me, this is mercy." She gave her lip an amused little bite as her thighs began to constrict about Chris's head. The tightening hold quickly deprived the half-naked rookie of air while simultaneously forcing her to gorge herself shamefully on Rose Gold's cunt.

She felt the girl jerk between her thighs, a huff of precious breath tickling her most sensitive places as she coughed and gagged. She wriggled her hips reflexively, giving the girl's head a shake like a constricting Boa choking the last bit of fight out of a meal. "Useless." She mused as she ran a hand up the line of her body. She touched herself indulgently. Caressing her own sides and cupping her breast. She gently brushed over a nipple that was achingly hard from the malicious joy of sexually humiliating her defiant opponent.

Her fingertips ran over her lips and then swept through her pink and blonde hair. A gentle scalp massage that suddenly became something else!

"Ngh-IYAAAAAAAAHHH~!!!" Her fingers entangled in her own hair as she screamed! Chris's teeth sank into her sex! Pinching the plump, sensitive flesh between them and causing the Sinister Siren to spasm atop her! Her legs unwound as she desperately tried to escape! Her mind fled as fast as her body as her precious womanhood was bitten by the prey she'd worked so hard to ensnare!

She rolled off of her, grasping her sex as tears trailed down her cheeks! "B-BITCH!" Her higher than mighty demeanor was shattered by the uncouth swear! But she couldn't think about that now... All she could think about was how the Rocker's teeth might have bruised her precious pussy!

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A thousand thoughts stormed Chris' mind as Rose Gold's thighs squeezed on her head and choked her on her sopping crotch. They all screamed in fear and humiliation, regretting her acceptance to the Sinister Siren's call. Even if the rocker had been able to get some good licks in, she was still just a rookie stepping up to a veteran. And this was the hated result.

Flat on the mats, choking on the vile nectar many in LAW no doubt craved a taste of, as the Caustic Cutie got off on her pain and humiliation, was unbearable. Chris hated the taste, she hated how elated it made the champion, and worst of all she hated the burning in her cheeks from her humiliation. She didn't care if she was going to lose, she didn't care if she ended up biting more than she could chew. All she wanted was for the match, and her humiliation, to end.

Her body eventually reacted despite her self-pitying mind, chomping down on the dominant Rose Gold's prized body part. It was a response to try and keep any more of the girl's essence to drip into her mouth and down her throat. A cry of pain once more was ripped from the champion's lips, turning her confident, dominant seat atop a makeshift throne into a torturous clamp. Her predator soon retreated to tend to her aching sex, whilst Chris rolled onto her own side, coughing profusely as she greedily took in air once again. It was almost foreign, after how long she was in the Midas Clutch. The rocker would even spit onto the ring floor, trying to rid her tongue of Rose Gold's remaining bile. Her breathing was ragged, struggling to breath normally through her panic.

She now had a choice. Chris could get herself up and out of the ring, try to leave and deny Rose Gold any more satisfaction. She could run, forfeit the match or lose by countout or whatever the result was for leaving the arena was called, and save whatever amount of dignity was left. Or she could see this through. She had bit the bitch pretty hard, and her pussy was a sensitive area. Maybe... maybe there was a chance for her to win.

It sounded moronic - more than likely was - but some part of her wanted to try. Maybe it was the scared, angry kid who lashed out at her bullies, or the rock and roll chick who didn't want to just call it quits. Or it could just be the lack of oxygen she was still recovering from made it hard to think straight. But....

Against what she would say was probably her better judgement, Chris slowly got back to her feet and turned towards her tormentor. She would try to grab Rose Gold and drag her towards a corner, sitting her against it and facing an adjacent corner. She would then use the ropes to keep her balance and make her way to the corner. The high flyer hadn't caught her breath and her legs still stung from the two holds they had experienced. It was sheer will and the ropes that kept her from falling over. She was sluggish, taking more time than she likely had, but by now she was set in her decision.

A hiss would accompany each step as she climbed the ropes, taking a second or three to pause and take a shaky breath. But eventually she would reach the top ropes, staring down the bitch if she were still there. Her tormentor, ripe for the picking, and hopefully still too occupied with her aching petals to want to try moving. This was it, the last card Chris probably had to play. All she could do now was hope beyond hope that it would be fine. "Rose Gold," she said with the little breath she had, gritting her teeth before launching herself with all the strength she could muster into her legs.

"Get pruned, you fucking weed!"

She flew straight at her target, aiming her ICMD (intercontinental mega deth) finisher right at the Caustic Cutie. A coast to coast that would hopefully end this match in her favor. If she whiffed, though, she could only imagine what could follow her folly.