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

Someone who isn't afraid to show all her cards in the start of the match, to bring out the big guns in one arsenal so early in the match was surely someone who knew what they were doing. The fact that Gwendolyn was confident enough to use one of her signature moves so early in the match was proof that she was not just a pretty face looking to get it on with two handsome young men. She had every intention to defeat the two men even in such a handicap situation.

It may have been enough for any man lesser than the two but the determined Derek managed to kick out before the count of two and began to scamper towards his tag team partner, the more experienced Jacob Masters. Tagging him in, Derek would roll outside the ring and take his time to recuperate but at least now the two boys knew what they were up against.

When Jacob entered the ring, he was more cautious than he would like to be. Gwendolyn's words did seem to light a fire in his belly, being the hot head that he was. "I think you'll fine me more than a match even against a lady of your caliber. I don't think either of us needs to hold back on the fear of hurting the other" he said.

Jacob would raise his arms and begin to circle his bourgeoisie opponent. In a flash he would dart towards her as if to lock up but upon his earlier observation at how she wasn't even remotely interested in doing the same with Derek, he had to be smarter. When he got close enough, he would attempt to dive in low, looking to tackle her leg to get her down on her knees or on all fours. If he found success, he would prop up on his own knees and attempt to wrap his strong arms around her head to lock in a side headlock.

Vaingloriously smug though she may be renowned as, even Gwendolyn knew it to be folly to withhold any aspect of her prestigious wrestling repertoire in this particularly disadvantageous affair. The gentlemen of Dominion were under the direct tutelage of one Trent Masters, after all. A fact most evident by how crisp and exceptionally efficient the duo's movements were in the ring, a talent most commonly attributed to stringent training schedules and a taskmaster capable of enforcing them. Of course, Gwendolyn was assuredly no "slouch" herself, for lack of a better term. The bourgeois socialite matching them movement for movement, and herself would confess to having only skimmed the tip of the proverbial iceberg that was her vast knowledge of offensive grappling techniques. Gwen straightening up and engaging in the same circling motions as her freshly tagged in opponent.

"Mine own sentiments exactly~..." Gwendolyn elegantly retorted with a competitive zeal to match Jacob's, arms at the ready for seemingly another lock-up attempt that the posh blueblood had zero intention of reciprocating, yet again. Except that her assumptions would be proven a falsity once her hot-headed opponent ducked down and shoulder tackled Gwen's leg right out from under her, an uneven balancing act on one leg ending prematurely as a wide-eyed heiress eventually toppled down to her knees. An irritating turn of events, and this was before having her ringletted head slotted underneath Jacob's armpit and having her dainty countenance crammed against the Dominion members ripped bicep. Gwendolyn fidgeted and squirmed whilst on her knees beside her opponent, scrunching her face as her fingers grasped at his flexing arm keeping her locked down and snugly attached to her conniving foe.

His plan worked like a charm, diving in low to tackle the front of her leg bore success and the blonde haired wrestler would fall down onto her knees. Seizing the opportunity, Jacob would prop up to his own knees beside her and trap her in a firm headlock. His strong biceps squeezed her pretty face which was pressed against the side of his chest. He had his teeth gritted while he increased his efforts to squeeze her head.

"Heh, I trust you'll find me more than a match for a fine lady such as yourself" he said with a smug grin. Jacob would then rise up to his feet, pulling Gwendolyn up as well. The blue brief wrestler would ram his knee into her belly to knock the wind out of her before attempting to shift his grip by tucking her head right under his armpit and grabbing her royal wrestling bottoms from the waistband to assist in lifting her up vertically above him, giving her some airtime before dropping her down on her back for a suplex.

The Perfect Storm would quickly roll back and lay across Gwen's chest, hooking her leg up and going for a quick-fire pinfall. The referee would slide next to the two wrestlers and slap the mats to count the pin. "One..."

The stark difference in skill level between Dominion members was irksomely evident given the swiftness with which the Noble Highborn had been tackled to her knees and put on the defensive. Assuming Jacob would begin their grappling entanglement in the same fashion as his more amateurish partner due to their mutual training regiment and leadership resulted in naught but the privileged blueblood having her posh facials grinded against the ripped musculature of a Dominion member certainly more adept at applying stifling side headlocks. Gwendolyn grimacing with eyes sewn shut as she tapped the tip of her boots against the canvas whenever he ratcheted up the squeeze play...

...and unwillingly followed along as he arose before embedding his knee into her breadbasket. Stunning her with a spasmed jolt and puffed out cough that allowed for a seamless tucking of her golden-curled noggin underneath the crook of his armpit once again. Although this time a bothersome maneuver short-lived with the lifting grip of her white wrestling bottoms now tightly hugging her royal rump before being utilized as the fulcrum to haul Gwendolyn upside-down with an elongated extension of her rigid legs in a show of strength on Jacob's part before she'd be slammed back down. Swiftly beset upon by a bulging torso pinning her down to a mushed bloom of her breasts. The referee getting the "One!" count and little else before Gwen shoots a hand skyward and roll onto her side in an irritated huff.

Fully intent on showing the royal blueblood that he wouldn't be as easy to subdue as his much more inexperienced tag-partner, the Perfect Storm would 'storm' off to a good start and take the fight right to Gwendolyn who seemed not prepared to weather the storm. Transitioning from the headlock into a standard suplex, Jacob would lay across the chest of his opponent and hook her leg up for a pin.

To his surprise and to Gwendolyn's credit, the royal aristocrat seemed more than a rich brat and a beautiful face when she managed to kick out right after the count of one. "Heh, not bad" Jacob said with a smirk. The Perfect Storm would grab her by her golden hair and pull her up on her feet by yanking her hair which brought the irk of the referee upon him.

Jacob didn't mind it, he ignored it and dragged Gwendolyn to the Dominion's corner, settling her back first into the corner and delivering a stinging chest slap right across her breasts before tagging his partner Derek back in. "Cm'on, get in here." he said smiling at Derek. The more shy Derek would blush but make his way into the ring while Jacob would head out.

With a weakened Gwen infront of him, Derek would wrap his arms around her head and attempt to drag her out of the corner and try to deliver a bulldog to take the bout right back to the middle.

It mattered not to Gwendolyn the degree to which this rambunctious ruffian deemed himself impressed by the posh blueblood's fortitude from unearthing herself after a "One!" count. Her dignified pride as a privileged member of the aristocracy rejected all notions of being so summarily undone by this delinquent who's certainly demonstrating himself to be as irksomely capable in the ring as he is vexingly braggadocios throughout. The origin behind his moniker becoming quite apparent after being on the receiving end of a whirlwind offensive, continuing onward with Jacob retaining his control over the pampered rich girl being tugged upward by his uncouth hands sullying her Victorian-esque ringlets.

The infernal official being abjectly feckless as per the norm when it came to quashing such deplorable mangling of her golden locks until Gwendolyn was situated against the corner turnbuckle in enemy territory with a cracking swat against her fulsome breasts. Winding her greatly in a haughty huff of air on weakened knees now as she twisted to the side somewhat while shielding the tender point of impact, and before being suddenly reminded of the other one's inclusion into this match when she'd have her head tucked underneath the partner's armpit. A leaping ascension into a sudden descent complementing the face-planting bulldog that had her upper body bounce with a slight wiggle to her rump as she stewed miserably beside the seated Dominion member.

It was time to show that the Dominion were not a bunch of rookies that anyone could mess around with. They were proper wrestlers, trained by their mighty leader Trent Masters. The Dominion would prove to even the best of wrestlers i.e. Gwendolyn Dupont that the trio were not be taken lightly. That is exactly what Gwen might have thought about them when she chose to challenge them in a two on one bout and now it was time to prove that choice would be the biggest mistake of her wrestling career.

Settling her back first into the corner, Jacob smacked her breasts with a chop before tagging Derek in who would quickly execute a bulldog to take the fight back to the middle of the ring. The young Derek would quickly roll over to mount Gwen's back while leaning forward just a bit. His hands would cup around her chin and he began to pull her head back, trapping her in a camel clutch submission. The young male had his teeth gritted, showing effort while pushing her back harder and harder, arching her in a C like position in the submission.

"YEAH, that's the stuff. Keep at it and show her what you got" Jacob cheered on. "D-do you give up?" asked Derek in a nervous matter.

Dominion's assertions would not come without some manner of objection from the posh aristocrat. Gwendolyn, of course, saw no reason to quarrel with their assumption about the heiress being the best of wrestlers. However she'd thought Dominion to not be hapless rookies, but enticing challenges that perhaps could stand to learn from being in grappling contention with her dignified nobility. Except that as of now, all that was being taught was the basic fundamentals of seamless teamwork behind a properly trained tag-team putting the inherent advantages of this match to good use in overwhelming the Spoiled One-percenter. Derek's weight seated atop her was indeed an unfavorable omen of things to come...

Gwendolyn bristling bitterly from that acknowledgement before the young protege even started tugging her golden-curled head backward from his hands cupped beneath her chin. She huffed out warm air and scrunched her elegant visage while struggling to resist but became unwillingly complacent once the Dominion rookie started ratcheting up his tugging strength. Strained back muscles compelling her to become reined in by the camel clutch showcasing her honed flexibility, and to a more fan appealing degree, her fulsome breasts being thrust outward. "Not...dignifying that...with a response..."

No matter how good the aristocrat thought she was and no matter how much respect to her wrestling ability that the two members of the Dominion gave her, in the end it was still a two-on-one handicap wrestling match and there wasn't a shadow of doubt in neither Jacob's nor Derek's mind that they were ever going to lose this wrestling match. With the power and advantage of the numbers game coupled with the fact that the two had been working together in a faction for a while, it was easy to transition between tags to keep the pressure on their more experienced opponent.

While Derek continued to pull Gwendolyn's head back, testing her flexibility and threshold of pain, the young male's eyes couldn't help but drift towards the lovely chest of his opponent while she squirmed about and howled in pain. His request for her to give up was shunned with elegance and he had to shake his head in order to keep his head in the right place, which was to pull back on the camel clutch even more.

"Come on now Ma'am, just give it up. I don't want to hurt you too bad. I already feel bad you have to face us two on one" he said, despite his words of concerns his actions spoke otherwise as he scooted backward a bit which allowed him to pull back even further.

Gwendolyn would never dream to think of herself having exceptional grappling acumen with sublime wrestling talent unmatched in it's grace, beauty, and excellence...not when she knew it for a verifiable fact. Even now, her egotistical mindset was in no danger of being challenged. At the very least not as much as her endurance levels were being challenged whilst in the cameled clutches of the humble rookie amongst Dominion's cabal. Gwendolyn bemoaning the fact that it was the fledgling novice currently running her ragged and in dominant control of the snobbish socialite, and by humiliating extension making it appear as if she were just as much the hapless rookie as she squirmed and grimaced from the strained application of Derek's infernal submission.

An abject refusal to submit unsurprisingly being muttered through her soft lips, even with the rookie's musculature bearing down on her supple frame moreso after that stubborn reprisal as her upper half was further tugged backward. Gwendolyn unaware and uncaring as to how eye-catching her royal breasts appeared now being strained against her outfits white fabric, her elegant legs extended outward and arms draped over the rookie's toned thighs. Right now, all that encompassed her high-class mindset was the shame that would come with submitting to the inexperienced protege. "...*tch*...Spare me your petty sympathies...A lady of my regal pedigree is not so easily undone." Gwendolyn began resisting by arduously unhooking her arms over Derek's thighs one at a time, one hand being raised to unfasten his fingers interlocked beneath her chin.