Answering the Leader

Trent had to admit that Belinda had a pretty solid grip on the headlock. He did feel quite a bit of discomfort as he groaned out loud, whilst struggling to escape the headlock. Despite the oiled conditions, Belinda held on tight impressively. Not to be out-done by the blonde, the Masterpiece would counter by wrapping his arms around Belinda's waist and squeeze her body firmly in a bearhug, pulling her into him.

"Mrrgh, you give?" he asked as Belinda rose up on her feet, pulling Trent on his feet as well. She would balance herself for a moment before twisting at the hip and throw Trent over her hips in a hiptoss, taking him down on his back whilst she landed on top.

*THUD*

"Ouufff!" he cried out, forced to relinquish his bearhug. Belinda was now on top, her arm still around his head as she squeezed in the headlock. Trent moaned in pain, squirming on his back before bringing his hands up to grab a fistfull of her hair.

Belinda wasn't too surprised that Trent managed to find a way to cause her discomfort and start to dissuade her from her own hold, but she wasn't about to stop just because of that, instead she would have to throw Trent down onto his back, right after he released those words of his, asking if the Swede wanted to give up. Hoping that the hiptoss would serve as enough of an answer.

THe Swede was now on top and still had that headlock firmly locked in, she squeezed tighter still, though it wasn't long before Trent decided to fight a bit dirty and bring his hand up to grab onto a handful of her blond hair. Wincing out at the act, Belinda would soon growl out in anger.

She decided to make use of one of her arms to hold onto the headlock as she pushed her weight down over Trent's shoulders and neck to keep him firmly trapped. While her other hand would grab at Trent's wrist and try and force it away from her hair, trying to bring it down towards her own legs and try and snap her thighs around that arm of his, looking to turn this downed headlock into a firm scarfhold to restrict Trent's movements and continue the painful headlock!

Trent and Belinda exchanged submission moves and Trent was the first to pop the question. In response, Belinda would crank up her submission and hip toss him down on the mats, right on his back. From there, she stayed on top and still had the headlock locked on. Trent attempted to wriggle and squirm, hoping the oil would aid him in his escape or loosen up her hold as he pry'd on her arms.

Once that failed, he would blatantly grab her hair and yank on it, trying to force her to let him go. That clearly annoyed Belinda and she would counter by pushing her weight on top of Trent, causing her breasts to partially smother him while her arm squeezed his head hard.

Her other hand would grab onto his wrists and get them off her hair and down to her thigh, where she would trap his arm in between her thigh in a scrafhold submission. Now, Trent was clearly in trouble. "Mmmfff! Grughhhh!" he would groan in pain while kicking his legs on the mat.

Pushing her weight down on Trent's head and face a bit, pressing herself down to cause him a lot more pain and discomfort, The blond would soon take control of one of Trent's arms and force it in between her thighs, locking in the scarfhold submission as she would hear Trent's legs kicking down against the canvas.

The two oiled up wrestlers struggling against each other, as for the moment Belinda was in control of her opponent. Belinda would smirk a little. Keeping her weight on Trent as she would try and make sure the hold was as debilitating as she could for Trent.

" Alright then...ready to give?" Belinda would ask, returning the question right back to the Tension wrestler.

Belinda would show her in-ring ability and wrestling prowess by pushing her weight down on Trent's head and face, partially smothering his face with her oiled breasts. He would moan in pain and wriggle on his back while yanking at her hair. Belinda had a plan for that as well, quickly using her free hand to grab at his arm and pull it away from her hair and bring it down before clamping it with her thighs, trapping one of his arm effectively.

Trent would groan out in pain and frustration now, kicking the mats while scooting around the mats. His face was turning red from the squeeze and the smother as he was really struggling against the Swede. He would try to use the oiled conditions to slip his hand out from in-between her thighs and once more bringing it up to her face, this time he would press his palms against her chin and push her head back, trying to get some distance between the two.

"Guughh! N-never" he defiantly said.

Belinda would smirk a little as she took a firm hold of Trent, having now locked him up tightly in that scarf-hold, she would continue putting the pressure and try and keep that arm stuck between her thighs, though Trent would use the fact that they were all oiled up to slip his arm free from her!

Grunting out a bit in frustration as she would then feel that hand of his press against her chin, she would shake her head, trying to move that palm away from her chin, but after a few moments of them struggling, Belinda to keep the hold in and Trent to free himself. It was Belinda would abandon the hold, seeking to release Trent and move away.

Up onto her knees, she would raise her arms in a grappling stance and look back at Trent, keeping her eyes fixed on him.

The blonde would now get comfortable as she had a good grip of her opponent, keeping him pinned down while applying a scrafhold submission. Trent would wriggle around under her, kick his legs while doing his best to slip out. Eventually, thanks to the oiled conditions, the Masterpiece managed to slip his arm out from in between her thighs and would jam it up against Belinda's chin, pushing her head back to push her away.

After a while of back and forth struggling, Belinda would release Trent and quickly move away whilst staying on her knees. Belinda would raise her arms in a grappling stance, ready for Trent with her eyes fixed on him.

Meanwhile, Trent would roll away from Belinda and get up on his knees as well. Taking a moment to catch his breath before glaring back at Belinda. Trent would then raise his arms as well, crawling towards Belinda while on his knees. Once again, the two would lock up with each other in a up-close and personal clinch. Their impressive frames grinding against each other, slipping a bit in the oil but the Masterpiece did his best to hold his ground.

"Hah....you're strong" he moaned while trying to defeat this woman.

Belinda nodded her head as she would lock up with her opponent, Trent and Belinda's frames pressing together as they began to grapple. The compliment from Trent caused Belinda to smirk a little. " Yeah, I guess. That's what Jacob said right?" Belinda replied as she would try and shift and slip out from Trent's arms.

Using the slippery oil to make it easier for her to attempt and slide out of the lock up and slip in to the side of Trent, Wrapping her arms around him as she would try and lean back and rise up trying to pull them up to their feet where Belinda would try and twist and toss Trent down into the mats with a belly to side suplex!

The oiled wrestlers would get back up on their knees once more, crawling towards each other after their last exchange the two would lock up once again. Their oiled frames would grind against each other as both would struggle for a grip. Leaning into Belinda, Trent would attempt to use his body to push her down but Belinda held her ground, causing him to compliment her.

The Masterpiece smirked, "ARGH, he did. He speaks very highly of you" he said while grunting in effort. Belinda suddenly broke from the grapple and slipped to his side. She would wrap her arm around his waist from the side and use her impressive technique and strength to pull the two up to their feet before  twisting and slamming Trent down yo the mats with a belly to side suplex.

*THUD*

Trent would cry out loudly in pain, his body smacked against the mat as he was down on his back with his arms and legs spread.

Belinda would lift Trent up as she broke the grapple and had her arms wrapped around him, with a solid hold of her opponent, Belinda would throw Trent down harshly so onto the mat with that belly to side suplex. Watching Trent cry out and then lay flat on the mat with his arms and legs spread.

Belinda would move up to her knees, and seek to grab a hold of his legs, she would try and pull them in under her armpits and then aimed to twist and roll Trent over onto his front where she would try and lock him into a Boston Crab submission hold! " Yeap! You doubted him...still feeling that way now?" Belinda let out as she would try and put pressure on his lower back.