Trent Masters vs Kimmy Colton

As a measure of payback on insulting him and running her mouth, not to mention the spat on his face in the start of the match, The Masterpiece enjoyed that moment of having his elbow against her breasts as he further grinded them down on top of her, flattening them a bit as he kept his position on top of her for a few extra seconds after the initial elbow drop. After putting up a show for the crowd and infuriating Kimmy in the process, Trent would shift Kimmy into a seated position and take a seat behind her as he locked in the sleeperhold submission. His arm squeezing tight as he shook her body around a bit, wanting her to submit. He knew there was no way she would but still he knew it would hurt her ego.

It did work, she raged on as she shouted that he would never make her submit as she bucked around and flailed her arms about. "Pipe down you little brat, you're nothing just like the Red Nation. You will AHHHHHHHHH" the initial elbow strikes caught him off guard but that bite to his forearm really did the trick. He screamed in pain as he backed up and released the sleeper, falling onto his back as he rolled over onto his belly and wrapping his arms around his side while rubbing his forearm where the bitch had bit her. "AH! You crazy bitch" he snarled.

Kimmy was lucky this was a No DQ match. Had it not been she wouldn't have gotten out so easily. The blow the threw back made Trent grunt out, but it didn't help that much. The bite, however, made him cry out and release the hold. It sounded like it hurt judging from his screaming, and sure enough, he'd rolled around like she'd just broken his arm.

"Pppphhtt! Yuck! Fucking dirt bag!" Kimmy barked after spitting a bit like she had a bad taste in her mouth from bitting him. Shortly after the young woman would roll to the side and out of the ring. She was panting a bit, and her tits still hurt, but otherwise the bitchweight was fine. So getting to feet outside the ring, Kimmy would start to look under the ring for a weapon. She really wanted to hurt Trent, and a chair would do that for sure.

So, after getting her hands on one, Kimmy would pull out the steel chair and get back into the ring with it. This was about to become a very bad day for Trent, she'd make sure of it.

Trent rolled over onto his belly and rubbed his forearm, that bite really stung him a bit as he was a bit thankful Kimmy did not follow up on her advantage right away. Still, he brought his arm up to his face and noticed a bite-mark which made him quite pissed. "You rabid bitch" he growled, looking over his shoulder to watch Kimmy make her way out of the ring. He didn't stop her, he figured he would take this chance to take a breather as well. Trent would eventually shift onto his knees, massaging his ribs a bit from those elbow strikes.

"You have got to be kidding me!!" he whispered to himself as he saw Kimmy make her way back in the ring with a steel chair in hand. He wasn't going to let her batter him with that so as soon as she got in the ring with it and got back up on her feet, Trent would lunge forward from his kneed position and try to raise his boot up towards her face, attempting a big boot at the chair to make the chair smack into Kimmy's own face.

Kimmy had just gotten on up to her feet and picked up the steel chair when she realized her opponent was charging at her. It was too late, though, as the man's boot struck the chair and caused it to strike Kimmy in the face! The blow immediately dropped the bitchweight, leaving her sprawled of on her back. She looked completely limp while laying on the ring. So much so that many thought that Trent had knocked her out cold, leaving her totally defenseless as her chest went up and down while breathing heavily.

Kimmy was still conscious, though, and she could see the danger she was in. But it would take time to recover. Time that Kimmy knew she didn't have. She really needed a way out, maybe even a miracle. If not, the young woman was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Trent knew he had to get rid of that chair, a couple of hits from that and Kimmy would surely take control of the entire match. He waited for the perfect chance, as soon as she made her way into the ring, the Masterpiece quickly closed in the gap and smacked the chair with his boot, making the chair bounce back into Kimmy's face. The bitchweight immediately dropped down on her back, her arms and legs spread as she looked that she was knocked out cold by that. Trent would kick the chair outside the ring before turning his attention to the Red Nation member.

"Foreign objects aren't going to help you." he calmly said as he stomped on her belly a couple of times to wake her up. If she did give him a sign of life, Trent would grab both of her legs and tuck them under his armpits, looking to turn her over onto her belly whilst sitting on her butt, trapping her in a boston crab submission.

Kimmy was far too out of it to fight back as Trent rolled her over while holding her legs. Then the man had the audacity to put her in a Boston Crab! Her own finishing move, in fact. The pain knocked Kimmy out of her haze, but the realization of what hold she was in is what made the woman furious as he sat on her ass.

"RAAAAH! LET ME GO YOU FUCK!" she growled punching the ring mat. Thankfully, Kimmy was close to the edge, making it easier to reach for the bottom rope. Grabbing onto it, the brunette would pull herself forward and then grab the edge of the ring apron. That way she could drag herself out of the ring and out of Trent's grasp. The hold was killing her back, but she continued to fight through the pain to escape to the floor below.

After Trent foiled her plans of using the chair as an advantage, the Masterpiece looked to follow that up by sitting on her ass and tucking her legs under his armpits. "No chance huh? Maybe you should get rid of that phrase from your attire" he would grin as he would suggestively rub his ass ontop of Kimmy's own while pulling back hard in the submission hold. The referee got next to Kimmy, asking whether she was going to submit. The bitchweight was clearly in no mood for that as she screamed for him to let go while crawling forward.

Eventually, she would crawl her way to the ring ropes and grab onto them tightly. Trent would have his teeth clenched as he tugged on her legs a couple of times before letting out an "Tsk!" in disappointment as he was forced to let go as per the rope break rule. Kimmy was smart enough to pull onto the ring ropes and make her way out of the ring, getting some time to rest up. Trent wouldn't let her get away the second time as he looked to roll out of the ring as well, following the bitchweight. "You're not getting away this time!" he hissed.

Kimmy had been livid while Trent rubbed their asses together. It was almost like the guy was trying to dominate her rump with his own. It made the guys in the place cheer, while the women jeered and cursed the man for it. Luckily, despite her opponent’s attempt to make the hold more painful, Kimmy was able to get a hold of the bottom rope. Surprisingly, Trent would release the hold as she did this. Either the guy was honorable enough to let her go despite there being No DQs, or he was just that stupid and didn’t realize that. Kimmy believed that it had to be the latter…

So after escaping under the ropes and landing on her ground, the bitchweight would start to get up just as Trent got out of the ring, as well. Gritting her teeth, Kimmy would immediately charge forward to drive her shoulder into his abs.

"I'LL KILL YOU, PERVERT!" she'd snarl while attempting to tackle the man down onto the steel chair that he had pushed out of the ring earlier. It was laying flat on the ground, making it the perfect place to have Trent land on. Such a landing would hurt a great deal, and Kimmy couldn’t wait to see his face clenched in pain from it!

Trent made sure to pay her back as much as he could for her disrespectful attitude, he deliberately grinded his ass against her own knowing full well that she would absolutely hate it when he would do so. Trent would pull back on her legs as much as he could, bending her in a awkward C like position but luckily for Kimmy, they weren't too far away from the ring ropes and eventually, the bitchweight would crawl forward using her forearms to drag the two and grab the ring ropes. Trent would let go but would follow Kimmy outside the ring as she made her way out. The Masterpiece was not going to let her go that easy but his eagerness cost him slightly as Kimmy would suddenly turn around and rush at him.

The bightweight, in anger, lash out at Trent as her shoulder rammed into his abs. "OOUUFFFF" Trent moaned in pain as the wind was knocked out of the Masterpiece. He fell backwards and his landing wasn't as soft as he would have liked to as he fell right on top of the steel chair he threw out. With Trent down on his back and Kimmy on top, things were looking bad for him as he groaned in pain.

Kimmy was far from finished with her assault after tackling Trent down on top of the steel chair. Shortly after the landing, the bitchweight began to straddle his waist and throw punches down on the man's face. Then, before he could even start guarding his head from her strikes, she'd switch targets and start punching his hard chest. Kimmy would even drive her fists into his firm abs as she tried to beat the life out of him.

By now, the once rowdy men in the crowd had changed their tune, while the brunette had the women cheering for her once again. So as her knuckles started to sting from all the punching, the young woman would try to grab a hold of Trent's throat with both hands. That way she could choke the life out of him with a death-grip while burning a hole in his face as she glared down at him.

"Just go to sleep you prick!" Kimmy growled as she tried to strangle her opponent.