The Dominion (Derek Young & Jacob Masters) vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Match type: Handicap tag match
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

It was a strange evening for the Dominion tonight, at least for two members of the faction. Whilst Trent was scheduled for match against someone, the other two members were in a rather favorable position. Derek and Jacob were schedule in a two on one handicap match against Tensions newest arrival, Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt. The boys weren't quite sure if this was something requested by Gwendolyn herself or whether this was the idea of management. The Dominion certainly didn't want to get on her bad side, especially due to the fact that they were quite welcoming of her in Tension not too long ago when her ceremony was ruined by Ryo and Edward.

Yet despite that, they found themselves pitted against Gwendolyn. It wasn't like they were complaining, after all if they were to beat such an esteemed opponent such as Gwendolyn, they would have something to boast about. They did feel bad, after all it seemed a bit unfair.

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"Hah, you ready?" Jacob would say with a big grin on his face as he put his blue boots on. "This is going to be too easy" he continued, patting Derek on the back before jumping up and down on his feet, feeling hyped and energized. "Yeah, I guess I'm ready....I feel kind of bad for her" Derek would say in a low tone as he started to head towards the exit door of the locker.

"Aw, hey man don't feel too bad. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade right?" Jacob said to cheer him on and started to follow his fellow Dominion member. "There's no way we can lose, even if we are going up against Gwen" he said quickly making his way towards the gorilla position. The two young members of the Dominion would make their way out to the arena and very quickly made their way down towards the ring, sliding under the bottom ring ropes before quickly getting back up on their feet. Both Derek and Jacob would climb up the turnbuckle and pose for the crowd before hopping down on the ring canvas and stood in the middle of the ring where they started to talk about who would go first and strategize whilst they waited for their opponent.

As flabbergasted as Tension executives may have been once the night's match schedule was beginning to be finalized, no manner of trepidatious dissuasion or last-minute opponent replacement suggestions so much as registered as an option once the refined socialite had decided on her chosen path. Gwendolyn exemplifying the unwavering confidence and stalwart pride of a true noblewoman, one of the highest order who shimmers with such beauteous radiance so as to render those of an inferior pedigree humbled in weak-kneed awe~...and a pampered princess who expects to be handed whatever her spoiled mind demands. Including but not limited to the opportunity afforded to her tonight. A Tension debut the likes of which were unheard of save for those of a masochistic tendency, though one she steadfastly resolved herself towards once the respectable gentleman of Dominion saw fit to formally greet Gwendolyn to the federation during her last promo segment. The trio making a stellar first impression given the leader's penchant for sophisticated dialogue, for aiding her when she was beset by yet another pastry catastrophe, and for offering the upper-class heiress a gifted glance at their attention grabbing package...d box of wine as a welcoming gift.

Little more was needed to convince her as to who her first opponents of the male variety were going to be...

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The arena becoming illuminated in a palette of blue and white from the stadiums internal lighting as her royal theme heralded the snooty high-borns gala premiere, soon afterward striding outside with an accompanying assortment of track-suited employees. The snobbish sophisticate adorned in a resplendently sparkling robe and rose decorated top hugging tightly against the ample swell of her curvature, arms extended to her sides as if allowing the teeming rabble around here the privilege of basking in the presence of premier wrestling royalty of this or any other generation. Those same lackey's than dividing amongst themselves the dual tasks of tenderly disrobing their employer once at ringside, with the other half hopping up the ring to open a gap in between the middle and top ropes for Gwendolyn to than enter between. A flowing flourish of her golden ringlets as she wafted her hand through them, than strolling towards her opponent's with one smooth leg crossing the other and one of her elbow's propped atop the palm of her other hand. "Greetings and Salutations, Sir Young and Sir Masters. Such a delight to be reunited with the gentlemen of Dominion once again~...I ever so hope that my unconventional challenge did not come across as a slight against your own wrestling talents...twas simply an affirmation of mine own, I assure you~..."

The two members of the esteemed group that was the Dominion were still quite shocked at this match type. In their mind, they were under the impression that the executive management of Tension perhaps begrudgingly put Gwendolyn, a noteworthy member of the Friction brand previously, into a handicap match in her Tension debut. They did feel bad for her, they didn't want to treat a fine lady like her badly especially in a non-gentleman like two on one handicap wrestling match.

On the flipside, they didn't want to lose either. After all, the Dominion was seeking to become the most dominant faction in AFW history and taking a dive wouldn't be the most honorable thing to do for themselves or their reputation. Soon after they made their way in the ring, Gwendolyn's theme cued and the royal wrestler made her debut entrance in Tension. She looked absolutely glorious in her royal blue robe clad in her royal wrestling attire.

The sight of her made the young Derek blush a bit whilst Jacob would stand with a huge smirk on his face. After making her way inside the ring, Gwendolyn walked towards the two men with a swagger in her step. She struck a pose before greeting them and clarifying that it was indeed her who chose this challenge.

The revelation of Gwen's admission left the two men slightly shocked. Perhaps she was a bit too confident in her ability or perhaps there was some other reason behind her choice, regardless of what it was the two men would make sure that she would live to regret her decision as she was about to get a loss on her debut. Still, they respected and honoured her decision and would offer a more non-hostile response.

"Oh- haha?! Well...that is certainly....um, surprising. Well, good luck Madame" Jacob would say with a nervous laugh. He would then turn to Derek and whisper in his ear, "Psst, why don't you go first? Try not to hurt her too much alright?" he would say, underestimating Gwendolyn's ability to even stand a chance in this match.

Derek would nod and Jacob would exit the ring and stand on the ring apron near the corner of the Dominion. It was now Derek and Gwendolyn left inside the ring, getting ready to start this contest. "Um Hi....I-I won't hold back Ma'am" he said raising his arms up whilst circling her, looking for an opportunity for a lock up.

Even whilst standing opposite the twofold challengers as per her specific request, little regrets were had in coming to this brazen, perhaps some would daresay reckless, decision. Twere nothing gained in the world of venture capitalism without the bold audaciousness needed to challenge oneself beyond preconceived notions of rationality...as it was in the world of grappling interplay. The prestige and glory garnered amongst the Tension fanbase from defeating two strapping young gentleman such as themselves would be well worth the nicks and bruises suffered should this venture come to be folly...a far-fetched outcome that Gwendolyn saw no feasible way of becoming reality, of course. Gwendolyn's vainglorious boasting and skillful wordplay somehow tactfully managing to trumpet her own grappling expertise while in no way disparaging those dual members of the Dominion faction standing opposite her.

"...*giggle*...Ta-Ta~..." Gwendolyn wiggling her fingers toodles with a prim smile towards the Dominion member taking his place aside the corner turnbuckle before turning her attention back towards the sheepish and demure fellow remaining inside. "Well, I'd certainly hope you'd not dishonor me by withholding one iota of your grappling acumen. For that is a handicap I would assuredly not, reciprocate..." Posh verbiage and flippant retorts aside, Gwendolyn began circling the ring alongside the young protege of Dominion, a refined elegance to her footwork before lowering herself into an amicable grappling stance with Derek to the ringing of the bell. At first seemingly engaging with him and locking horns with a protracted stance of her toned leg behind her before abandoning the lock-up by ducking and pivoting behind Derek with his right arm in tow for an attempted hammerlock, pinning his arm between his shoulder blades.

Still rather perplexed at Gwendolyn's decision to face two members of the Dominion in a handicap match, Jacob and Derek had no choice but to go along with this. It was too late to back-out, there was no option to refuse to accept this challenge either. In fact if one were to think about it this was indeed a master stroke by the Aristocrat. If the Dominion were to win, it would be because it was a 2-on-1 handicap match against a new comer to Tension and the result would be nothing special to celebrate however, if they were to lose somehow then all praise was to be due onto Gwendolyn.

Perhaps this was not a foolish decision after all. However, the boys didn't really focus too much on this and Jacob would soon depart to the ring apron whereon Gwendolyn would giggle and wave him good-bye, temporarily ofcourse. With that being said and done, Gwen and Derek were left inside the ring to start this handicap wrestling match.

At first, the two circled each other with their arms out in front of them as if they were ready to grapple. It looked as if both wrestlers had the same intentions and had indeed momentarily locked up in a collar and elbow grapple. That did change, however, when Gwendolyn decided to slip behind him whilst grabbing Derek's arm and pinning it against his shoulder blade for a hammerlock submission.

"Ahh! Nrgh owww" Derek would hiss in pain, twisting at the hip and slapping his shoulders. The boy would try to work a way around this before attempting to bend forward and use his free hand to grab her ankle and yank at it, trying to trip her to the ground. If that worked, he would quickly spin around and fall to his side next to her, trying to lock in a grounded headlock!

Gwendolyn surmised that eventually the unparalleled genius of her booking decision was going to be acknowledged with time. Challenging oneself under such insurmountable odds offers naught but the most glorious of awards and accolades with scarcely any negative blow-back should the affluent blueblood come up wanting in her endeavors. A possibility minuscule in its likelihood, of course. But she gave Dominion there well due credit. A false misstep against them could become most catastrophic, indeed. Especially in situations as one-sided as this. The posh aristocrat's attentiveness in the ring reflecting that mindset as she wisely opted to forego the typical lock-up in favor of a position where she is already in control and would not need to wrestle for it in a show of bruttish strength. Never quite her forte, but limb locks were~...Gwendolyn hiking up Derek's arm between his shoulder blades whilst on her tip toes.

Rookie or not, the Dominion member was becoming an irksome nuisance to keep under her control. Gwendolyn countering his movements as best she could with an irritated scowl whilst staying firmly latched onto him from behind, not thinking to watch out for her feet until the youngest member had already hunched over and started tugging at her ankle. Both taken off her feet and taken aback by the counter, Gwendolyn inelegantly tripped backward with a girlish yelp with nary a second to tilt her head back up before it being besieged by the youthful rookies flexing muscles. The posh noblewoman squirming and arching her back before slumping back down, a free arm extended into the air so the referee wouldn't even consider this a pin attempt. Miffed from having her posh face smeared against his pectorals and ringletted head squeezed down upon, but not one for panicking so early, Gwendolyn's right leg began steadily rising from behind Derek until she could snap on a headscissors and prop herself up on the palms of her hands.

The contest started off with a great deal of intensity. Gwendolyn was no fool to pit herself against not one but two members of the Dominion and whether or not it was a win/win situation for the noblewomen, she certainly had the wrestling acumen to back herself against any opponent. That showed when the early lock up was shifted into a hammerlock submission with the blonde working on young Derek's arm. Not to be trifled with so easily, Derek would turn the situation around by tripping Gwendolyn down onto her back before shifting down onto his front next to her and trap her in a side headlock.

The two now were grappling for supremacy on the ground, the referee keenly watching the action and mainly making sure Gwen's shoulders were not pinned down. As the two wrestled for position, Derek's arm would squeeze around Gwen's head with her face pressed against his chest. Meanwhile, Gwen's right leg would wrap around Derek's head for a headscissor and would subsequently use her palms to prop herself up a bit for leverage.

Trapped in a deadlock of submission, Derek squeezed harder and harder before suddenly letting go. He would shift up onto his knees and his hands turned their attention to Gwendolyn's lovely legs, grabbing onto her ankle and attempted to pry them off his head. If successful, he would stumble back and get some distance between himself and the noblewomen.

"Heh....hah..." he panted.

"Feeling one another out..."...is the wrestling terminology Gwendolyn believed would be best be used to describe the last few minutes of competitive grappling interplay. One of the highest caliber thanks to the dignified heiress involved, if Gwendolyn could so eloquently say so herself. Perhaps aided in part by the capable rookie currently squirming about between her smooth thighs, demonstrating a professional knack for the sport no doubt attributed to his training regiment under the esteemed leader of The Dominion, a Mr. Trent Masters. An individual whom Gwendolyn hoped was witnessing this spirited exchange to appreciate the grappling fruits of his pupils hard work... and of course that she currently had this protégé on the proverbial ropes.

Having her civilized visage mushed against Derek's bristling pectoral was an irksome experience that the posh aristocrat opted to reimburse by offering a taut tightening of her lovely legs upon that confined cranium of his. Gwendolyn scooted her butt back to help balance herself on the palms of her hands once Derek started jockeying for a better position while testing the tautness of the heiress' headscissors. Seeing the writing on the walls before a pen was even grasped, Gwen willingly eased up on her application and began arising slightly ahead of young Derek...but soon afterward sprinting straight towards him while performing a leaping pivot to his side and behind him. Riding atop him horizontally would seem quite unconventional, until a twisting motion backward attempted to slam the pupil onto his head and shoulder in Gwen's Imperial Cross crucifix driver with accompanying pin attempt!!

"1!"

Both wrestlers were eager to show off their impressive grappling acumen. For Gwendolyn's royal good looks and impressive figure not to mention her haughty attitude she was actually a very capable wrestler too and Derek Young was fully basking in the glory of her ability. For a moment both of them were trading submission holds until the Young Protege would release his submission and focus purely on escaping the headscissors.

With his leverage given up, it was an easy task for Gwendolyn to change up her own tactics. Relinquishing her hold she would opt for something a little more majestic by backing up a bit before running at the young man who was just rising back up to his feet. She would pivot past him to get behind before leaping horizontally across his back to grapevine her legs with his arm and slamming him head and shoulder first into the canvas which was followed by a pin.

"Guurgh!" Derek cried out in pain but the pain was the least of his worries with the referee counting "TWO". Jacob would call out to Derek to kick out and that was just what he would do. The young protege would thrust his legs in the air and kick out, getting his shoulders up to break the pin. Rolling over onto his front, he would attempt to squirm towards his corner for the hot tag!

Even if her Imperial Cross was the maneuver that earned her a glorious win over known sore loser Adrian Kytes, in no conceivable manner did Gwendolyn earnestly expect this unorthodox pinning predicament to win her the day. Especially given how undeniably early the match was with scarcely a few grappling holds being exchanged. But what it lacked in end results, it made up for in a wee bit of psychological warfare by reminding The Dominion members of the caliber of refined athlete they were contesting with right now. And how even the slightest misstep could end with them being turned upside-down for three straight seconds and be given the undesirable task of explaining to Trent Masters backstage how they wound up losing the match.

Gwendolyn crossing her ankles and hugging her thighs together in the off-chance the rookie Dominion member actually ended up costing his team the match in record time, but instead he was promptly released soon after him shooting his legs into the air and muscling his way out of the pinning attempt. A self-satisfied smile illuminating the smug socialite's visage as she nonchalantly arose and allowed Derek all the time in the world to tag in his fellow Dominion member, a positively blasé cadence to her ascension while flicking back her golden ringlets and swishing sway to her hips whilst elegantly sashaying towards the middle of the ring as if she owned the floor they walk on. "A modest effort from your compatriot~...care to try your luck, or are you perhaps fearful that I may hurt you too much?" Gwendolyn quoted Jacob from earlier, hands propped atop her bent knees as she squatted with her pert butt jutting out.