Trent Masters vs Kimmy Colton

Trent Masters was not going to go down that easily, he was all over Kimmy after her attack on the outside had backfired on her. A clever roll-up on her part was not enough to put away the Masterpiece as he managed to kick out just before the count of two. Kicking out, Trent would roll away from her and get up on his knees first, watching Kimmy argue with the referee for a brief moment.

This allowed Trent to get his gearing back together and wait for the perfect moment, just as Kimmy would start to get back up on her feet, Trent would lunge in at her as he attempted to drive his shoulder into her abs to take her back down on her back as he tried to hit her with a surprise spear!

"Hruughh!" he roared as he lunged at her.

Kimmy was just getting on her feet as she saw Trent lunging after her. It looked like he was going for a spear, which proved he hadn't learned a thing from his last attack. So as Trent closed in, Kimmy would side step him so that he'd go in between the turnbuckles and hit his shoulder on the post! Such a counter was common in wrestling, so it wasn't like her opponent was making an uncommon mistake.

Still, to Kimmy he just looked like a bigger idiot then before. Her opinion of him just seemed to be constantly getting worse as the match went on. But right now that didn't matter. Kimmy had Trent in the perfect position. If he remained stunned by that hard blow, the brunette could finally turn things back around in this match! And to start, Kimmy would get back on her feet before lining herself up with him.

It soon became clear she had taken the position of a field goal kicker, so if her opponent stayed stuck between the turnbuckles, the bitch would take a few steps forward and try to punt him between the legs. The blow would definitely hurt if it landed. There was no questioning that. Heck, even she would go down after such a hit!

Trent would figure Kimmy would be weak by now and he attempted to use hsi strength against her, wanting to knock the wind out of the bitchweight- the Masterpiece attempted to ram his shoulder into her gut one more time to attempt a spear but once again Kimmy proved too agile for him as she side stepped him and Trent followed through the momentum and rammed his shoulder into the turnbuckle. Trent cried out in pain as he clutched his shoulder and staggered back.

Not aware of her position, Trent was too busy trying to ease the sore feeling around his shoulder until he suddenly felt a sharp pain fire up around his crotch. Kimmy had blatantly punted him right in between his legs. "AHHHHHH!!!" he screamed in pain, his hands cupping his crotch as he tumbled onto his side, curling up.

Kimmy watched as her punt made Trent a curled up wreck. She also heard the audible "OOOOOOH" from all the men in the crowd. Many of whom reflexively covered their groin. Some of the female members of the audience even winced at the low blow of the century. Luckily for Trent's kids, Kimmy did kick him at full power. She was still exhausted and hurting, which caused her to stumble to the side after the punt. The only reason she was still stand was because she was holding onto the top rope.

So after panting and recovering for a good bit, Kimmy would stand back up on shaky legs, and make her ways to Trent. Grabbing onto his legs, she'd begin to drag him to the middle to the ring. That way, Kimmy could sit down on his back and try to pull his legs under her arms to set up her finishing move: The Boston Crab. The young woman knew she'd wasted too much time resting to go for a pin, but a submission might just finish off the Dominion's Leader!

"You're done, Trent! And so is your stupid group!!!" Kimmy would yell as she grabbed his legs. If he didn't fight back, the bitch was going to bend him into a pretzel!

The spear miss was bad enough, but the punt straight to the balls was even worse. The pain shot up right up from in between his legs as for a moment Trent couldn't even breathe, such was the pain from the blatant low-blow. He cupped his crotch and soon fell down to his side, curling up a bit while Kimmy stumbled from the after-effect but held onto the ropes to stay on her feet.

Trent moaned in pain, his eyes squinting as he took slow breathes to pace himself while not making any sudden movements in hopes to avoid aggravating the pain. Kimmy, had other plans as she would make her way to him to grab his legs and shift him onto his belly before tucking his legs under her armpits and sat on is butt, pulling back in a boston crab submission.

"ARGHHHH KIMMY!" he yelled, shaking his head. His body glistened in sweat as the Red Nation Bitch took the fight to the Blue Masterpiece. "AHHHH NO" he yelled, refusing to tap as he began to crawl forward, using his forearms to drag the two to the ropes, in an attempt to grab them for a rope break.

"Yeah...Say my name, bastard! I'm the boss here! Now submit!" the bitch barked angrily. Kimmy thought that she had Trent finished as the Boston crab was locked in. She had beaten tons of guys with this move before, but this time, something was different.

Her knees were killing her as she bent them along with Trent's back and legs. They were still hurting from hitting them against the steel steps, and it was clear that pain would only build as she continued to lock in the submission hold on her opponent. So, as Trent began to desperately crawl across the ring with his forearms, Kimmy was just unable to keep the Boston crab going any longer.

"GRRRRAAAAAH!" the brunette yelled out as she released the hold and fell forward. The bitch was just unable to keep it going from her bad knees, which left her on the mat cursing Trent for being such a bastard.

"You...fucking...dumb ass...shitty...son of a bitch!" Kimmy growled as she punched the mat trying desperately to recover and tried to stand back up.

Trent roared in pain, shaking his head as he refused to submit. Bearing the pain, the heat, the sweat- he had to! The Masterpiece would not submit to this bitch, he had wrestled far better wrestlers than her who would use a cheap low blow to get the better of him. He crawled forward, gaining distance to the ropes inch by inch. Still, the ropes felt quite far and Trent had to work his way over there.

The Masterpiece would jerk around a bit, not making it easy for the bitchweight to keep her hold locked in. The pain in her knees was too much for her to keep herself squatted and eventually she would let go and fell forward, letting out a scream in frustration. It was a stroke of luck but Trent didn't seem to care, the two took a moment to recover as both started to get back up on their feet.

Kimmy was panting as she got back on her feet. She was pissed, tired, and hurting. Three things that pretty much sucked. Soon enough the bitch would notice that Trent was getting back up too. Kimmy knew she needed to keep him down, so as he got up close to the ropes, she'd suddenly run at him with her right arm extended. That way, the bitchweight could attempt to clothesline him over the ropes and down to the floor below!

Kimmy knew this meant she'd have to go over too, but she didn't care. As long as this hurt Trent, then she would be fine with it! He'd put her through so much grief that the woman just wanted to knock him out and leave him for the paramedics. So holding nothing back as she closed in on Trent, Kimmy would try to knock him right over the ropes along with herself. Nothing would stop her from showing this guy who was the better fighter between them, and who's group would reign supreme.

Trent and Kimmy were going all out, the Masterpiece was tired and impressed by Kimmy's wrestling skill and stamina, although the same could not be said about her attitude in the ring or against his group. Trent had managed to persevere through her finishing move but the match was still underway and one of them had to give-in one way or the other. Panting and sweating, the exhausted wrestlers both got up to their feet and Kimmy was the first to make her move.

The bightweight ran at the Masterpiece, running with her arm extended as she SMACKED a hard clothesline against his neck as the two went up and over the top rope and tumbled on the outside ring floor once again. Trent cried out loud in pain as the two toppled over each other. "ARGHH!" Trent moaned in pain.

Kimmy let out a loud cry as she hit the floor back first next to her opponent. Both she and Trent were laid out on the ring floor and neither seemed like they'd get up quickly. So after groaning and rolling onto her belly, it'd still take a good amount of time to push herself up. The brunette was panting as she did so. She was already exhausted from this brawl with Trent, and even though it seemed like he was just as tired, that didn't make Kimmy happy.

It seemed that either one of them could overcome the other at this point. So as soon as they were both on their feet, Kimmy would throw her fist at Trent's face. The bitch would've loved to be able to throw another, but even if she succeeded, the woman was too tired to do so and would need a moment before she could throw another.

"I'm not...losing...to...you!" Kimmy growled at Trent, determined to win no matter the cost.