Answering the Leader

Trent was getting desperate, he would bring his hands up to yank Belinda's oily hair while thumping his back into her front to wind her out. After a quick thump or two, he would jerk to the left and to the right, attempting to escape. However, the blonde was more determined than Trent gave her credit for and she held onto the Masterpiece.

Using his flow against him, when he jerked to one side, she would roll with him and ended up on top of his back while Trent was pinned against the mats on his belly. Belinda held on, squeezing her arms and legs tight to really squeeze Trent's oiled, chiseled frame.

Trent slithered under her, flailing his arms about while kicking the mats. "AHHHHH N-no way. Mnnfff *cough*" he groaned, getting out-classed by Belinda.

Trent was getting exhausted, he was sweaty and oily. His body was glistening in oil and was so warm from all the tussling and close quarter grappling. Belinda was really showing how good she was, keeping Trent grounded on his belly to neutralize his strength.

She would squeeze harder and harder, really taking the fight out of him. The Masterpiece was weakening, his body slithering and flailing about. Belinda leaned in, relinquishing the scissors to press her thighs against his ribs to keep him still while leaning forward and whispering in his ear.

"Belinda....hah....y-you're strong" he admitted but didn't submit. Trent would bring his hands up, prying at her forearms to distract her before once more grabbing her hair, looking to yank her hair forward with one hand and try to slide her off while jerking himself up at the same time. With his free arm, he would try to nudge his elbow back into her side as well as he was desperate to escape this Northman.

In desperation, Trent's hairpull and elbow strike did manage to disrupt Belinda enough for her to slip off Trent and relinquish her hold. The blonde would roll off him and shift onto her belly before slowly starting to get up on her knees. Belinda and Trent were both tired, bodies covered in oil and sweat as they were a hot mess right now.

"Tsk! Don't get so confident Belinda. You may be the strongest opponent I've wrestled but I plan to overcome that challenge" he said, lunging at her. Trent would ram his shoulder into her abs hard getting her to double over if he could.

If he managed that, he would make use of her doubled over position to get his hands to the back of her bikini and began to untie the knot carefully and strip Belinda off her top. "Let's get rid of this Belinda, no more distractions of your top. Let's see how well you can wrestle now" he said, looking to trap her in a quick headlock.

As the match went on, Trent was getting increasingly frustrated at his inability to defeat Belinda. In fact, he was surprised at how good she was and was now certain on why she beat Jacob. Still, that didn't mean the leader of Dominion would lose to her. Barely managing to escape the submission did cause him to compliment her which in turn boosted her own confidence.

However, as the two were on their knees getting ready to tussle, the Masterpiece lunged in and rammed his shoulder into her abs. Belinda managed to stay upright on her knees and Trent would quickly go for the back of her bikini top and untie it. From there, he knew she would be distracted and he wrapped his arm around her head and began to squeeze.

"Cheap trick or not, there are no rules in this match. I'll do whatever it takes to w-AAHHHHH" Trent suddenly moaned when Belinda grabbed his hair and yanked on it, stretching his head back. That opened up his lower body which allowed Belinda to send a punch into his ribs.

"Oouuufff you bitch" he moaned, forced to release her headlock and double over but not before tugging her bikini top loose and toss it aside, leaving her topless.

Trent was not a happy man when he felt Belinda grab his hair and yank on it, forcing his head back before landing a stiff strike to his abs to wind him out. Trent in turn would yank at that loose Bikini top and completely remove it, tossing it to the side somewhere. Clearly, Belinda was annoyed at Trent's hypocrisy as well who seemed quite okay with grabbing Belinda's hair earlier but got pissed when she did the same to him.

With the Masterpiece winded out, Belinda would ram her shoulder into the abs of Trent and take him down to the mats on his back before straddling his midsection. "Uuughh owww" he would moan, wriggling under her a bit. Belinda reached out to grab his hair once more, pulling his head up off the mat a bit which caused him to grit his teeth in anger a bit. Trent would bring his own hands to grab at Belinda's yanking them too in a sort of a catfight.

"Nrghhh you want to pull hair? FINE" he growled as the two yanked each others hair. However, when Belinda used her grip to smack the back of Trent's head against the mat, Trent would let out a loud moan and release Belinda's hair, with his hands and legs spread wide against the oily mats.