Answering the Leader

Trent had done everything to slow Belinda's offence down. From constant hairpulling and submissions to even stripping her off her bikini top but the young Swede would not slow down, she kept bringing the fight to the Dominion leader, showing him off by out-wrestling him on the mats in a match of his choosing.

With Belinda mounted, the two would grab each other's hair but Belinda forcefully made him release hers by smacking the back of his head against the mats. Once the Masterpiece was left exhausted, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up on his feet.

The groggy male was unaware that Belinda had forcefully trapped her head in between his thighs. She gripped the back of his thighs before lifting herself up and launching Trent down on his back, delivering a Alabama slam.

*THUD*

Trent's back hit the mats and he let out a loud moan, his arms and legs spread wide open as he laid there, panting in exhaustion even more so now.

Belinda had managed to stun the leader of the dominion and with it she was now able to pull the Tension wrestler up to his feet where Belinda shoved her head in between those legs of his, before she she hoisted him up and smacked Trent down with one of her favorite slams, The Alabama Slam!

Leaving Trent's body flat on the mat with his limbs eagle spread. She would release a huff of air before she would seek to grab a hold of his legs and try and cross them over her right leg, folding those legs together as she would then try and turn Trent over onto his front, aiming to lock in a Sharpshooter submission hold and seek to torment the cocky leader of the dominion in a painful submission hold.

Despite the oiled conditions, the blonde Friction wrestler showed the Tension star just how good she was, slamming him down on the thick blue mats in a Alabama Slam. Trent's screamed echoed about in the private wrestling room and he laid there on his backs, arms and legs spread while panting heavily in exhaustion.

Belinda was not done there, she really wanted to show Trent how wrong he was. Approaching the blue brief wrestler, Belinda would grab his legs and intertwined them around hers before turning him over onto his front to lock in a sharpshooter.

"Arrrrghhhh!! Oowwwww" the Masterpiece would moan out loud, feeling the pain on his lower back and legs shoot up. He would pass his hands through his oily hair, shaking his head. Trent would try to bring his hand back and grab Belinda's ankle, tugging at it and hope the oiled conditions would make her trip.

Slamming Trent down, Belinda was quick to move in and lock in another submission hold. Wanting to get the Tension wrestler to tap out as she locked his legs up and turned him over, getting him into a painful Sharpshooter submission hold.

She quickly started to work him over, bending that back as she sought to cause him as much pain as she could. It didn't take long before the Masterpiece started the moan out loudly in pain. Though he was a clever wrestler, that much was certain, especially with how he didn't lose his head and instead quickly worked on a way out of the hold.

Using the oiled up condition of the mats and the two wrestlers to grab at Belinda's ankle, tugging it and forcing her to slip up and lose her hold. The young blond would grunt, releasing his legs and landing on her side, quickly rolling away from the dark haired wrestler.

In a standard match, this may have been the end of the road of the Masterpiece, who had been trapped in a numerous number of submission holds and slammed about a couple of times. However, with the aid of the oiled conditions, he managed to grasp Belinda's ankles and tug on them causing the blonde to lose balance and slip, falling down on her side whilst freeing Trent from the painful sharpshooter submission.

"Gah, come here Belinda. I've had enough of tomboys like you for one day." he would say in a frustrated tone, grabbing her hair whilst she was on her side and pulled her back towards him. Trent would pass his arms from underneath Belinda's armpit towards the back of her neck and clasp his hands, locking her in the Masterlock submission whilst she was on her side, with Trent's body pressed against her oily back.

"Hah....you wrestled a good match but you can't beat me....just....hah....give up" the exhausted male wrestler would say.

Belinda had been pulled out of her own submission hold and as she was looking to roll away she instead found Trent reaching out for her and grabbing her by her short blond hair. Wincing out as she was yanked towards him and suddenly locked into a Full Nelson hold as they laid on their sides. Groaning out as she was restrained by Trent's arms, her oiled up bare torso on display for no one, as they were the only two in the area.

The Swede would shake her head what little she could, trying to shift and turn in the hold. " Nngh...G-get real...also stop calling me a tomboy..." Belinda grunted out as she would try and shift and push herself up towards her knees, trying to force them upwards as she was trying to think of a way to escape this hold.

Trent barely managed to escape the sharpshooter, he had to take the fight to the blonde now, otherwise she would simply out-last him given how exhausted he had become wrestling Belinda. The Masterpiece didn't allow his opponent to roll too farther, grabbing her by the hair to pull her back towards him whilst on their side. He would snake his arms under her armpits and bring his hands to the back of her neck, trapping her in the Masterlock submission.

Belinda would shake her head, struggling against Trent before pushing up towards her knee, forcing Trent to do the same. He would continue to shake her in the Masterlock pushing her head downwards while pressing his body onto her back to press his weight down on her.

"Nrghh that's what you are. A tomboy that thinks she can hang with a real male wrestler. Just give up, you've met your match" he hissed.

Belinda grit her teeth as she started to push herself up to her knees and felt how Trent was trying to push her down and weigh her down to stop her from doing so, however Belinda would try and keep pushing her way up towards her feet.

Though when she had done so, the Swede would try and grab at Trent's head and pull that chin of the tall man on top of her skull, then suddenly try to use his own attempts to force her down to her favor, trying to drop down and pull him down with her, looking to hit him with a jawbreaker and hopefully break this hold!

With the Masterlock submission locked in, albeit whilst on their knees, Trent thought this match was all but over. It took a lot from him but finally Belinda would be the one who would submit. To her credit, she did hold on and would even start to fight back and rose back up on her feet, much to the annoyance of Trent who kept leaning on her oiled back while cranking her head downwards.

Belinda would use whatever restricted movements that she could with her hand and grab Trent's head, placing his chin on top of her head before suddenly dropping down on her ass, hitting the male with a jawbreaker which instantly made him release her while he fell flopped onto the mats on his back, clutching his chin whilst groaning out loud.

Belinda managed to nail Trent with that jawbreaker and with it she would feel him release her from the masterlock and fall onto his back. She groaned as she remained seated and shifted up onto her knees next, she would shake her head and roll her shoulders as she would decide to raise both arms up above her head and clasp them together.

She would then try and bring both arms down as a double axe handle blow straight into the gut of Trent! Looking to take the air out of his lungs. If it worked, Belinda would try and smash him again and then once more. Looking to weaken him well enough to try and set up for something big.