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

While the noble blueblood continued in her valiant efforts to try and escape the clutches of young Derek, the equally determined rookie of Dominion would do his best to grip his hands tightly around Gwendolyn's chin and yank that pretty head of hers as far back as it could reach. Despite his genuine concern for Gwen, the blonde was quick to shoot him down and reminded him who he was dealing with.

With that quick reminded, her arms would slip free from his thighs and hands reached up to grab his fingers. Gwen would start to pry at Derek's fingers to break his hold but the young rookie decided to make things easy for her, giving up his grip on the camel clutch on his own volition. Letting her go, he would rise back up to his feet and stomp his boot on the small of her back to keep her on her belly before walking over towards Jacob, tagging him in.

The cocky Jacob came back in with a smile on his face, he walked towards Gwen to grab her by her beautiful hair and started to pull her back up on her feet very slowly, as if to mock her. "Coooooome on now, get up. It'll be over soon" he chuckled, perhaps a bit too cocky.

Distractions abounded when it came to Gwendolyn circumventing this wretched situation. Whether it was the condescending banter from this woeful rookie not acknowledging how he was outright offending her elitist pride by imploring her surrender, or the...unsettling, swell of what was assuredly the young man's package against the middle of the heiress' torqued spine. Each one ruffling her respected feathers in their own right, but ones overcome with enough of her dogged determination and snobbish insistence on her own superiority allowing her to wriggle her way free of the mortifying submission.

Her freedom coming with an irksome exclamation point stamped down upon her back with a quivering jerk and stunted groan, keeping the heiress placid until the rookie would tag in the other, significantly more patronizing tag-team member of his. Gwendolyn begrudgingly obeying the straining tug on her golden ringlets, breathing meekly against his inner thigh and at first wobbling on unsteady legs that at times had her rich breasts mushed against his chiseled musculature gleaming with the perspiration as herself...a distraction fully intended, as once the pompous blueblood was on her feet, she'd hook her arm around the Dominion member's neck and plummet back down into her Commoner's Downfall split-legged stunner.

It is a true saying that pride indeed has a fall and whereas first it was Gwendolyn who had experienced the same it was now time for the young Dominion boys to have their share of this lesson being learnt the hard way. After Derek had softened the blonde up for his Dominion compatriot, Jacob, the more cocky male wrestler would approach the blueblood heiress and grabbed her by the beautiful ringlets to yank her up on her feet.

The process was somewhat enjoyable for Jacob who felt Gwendolyn body rise up against his, leaning onto him. Upon fully rising up on her feet, Gwen's body leaned onto Jacob causing her breasts to mush against his chiseled pecs. He smirked, gently caressing his hands through her hair assuring the blueblood that it was all going to be over soon.

That is when Gwendolyn took her chance and struck, her arms wrapped around the back of Jacob's neck and she dropped down to the mats doing the splits delivering one of her signature 'Commoner's Downfall' split-legged stunner. Jacob bounced off his feet, stunned, and eventually fell flat on his back. His eyes glared up at the arena ceiling and for a moment he didn't know what hit him.

Slowly, he turned over onto his belly and started to crawl towards his corner looking to retreat back to his tag team partner in desperation to tag in.

Indeed, some degree of subterfuge was utilized in order for Gwendolyn to tactically spring her counterstrike without becoming under suspicion of the cocksure Dominion member. Even if it meant allowing his lowborn hands to caress her golden ringlets and antagonize her further with patronizing words about how close this match was to reaching it's finale. Which admittedly may have been truthful, except that the heiress intended to rewrite exactly how and in whose favor would this bout end. Starting with Gwendolyn latching her arms behind Jacob's head before treating him to a jaw rocking split-legged stunner that showcased the elegant flexibility at the highborn's disposal and it's high impact implications as the arrogant infidel went catapulting backwards.

Gwendolyn breathing softly whilst still performing her elegantly eye-catching split, seemingly unencumbered in the slightest by her ballet-honed positioning but instead, flicking off traces of her adversaries sweat with a repulsed scowl off of her regal bosom from all of that skinful contact. Although not taking enough time in primping herself up to allow Derek the opportunity to tag in his partner, the heiress eventually climbing back up to her feet and approaching the Dominion member still in mid-crawl from behind. A tightened clench bearing down upon him from behind in the hauling effort meant to bring her adversary back to his feet, fulsome breasts and side of her soft cheek mushed against his broad back...but upended by the empowered aristocrat gnashing her teeth before German Suplexing her brash foe onto the back of his head and shoulders. Maintained for a pin attempt with Gwen balancing on the tips of her toes.

"1!!"

Basking in his own glory and arrogance for a little bit too long than he would liked to, Jacob's mistake despite being the more experienced tag team member would cost him and allowed Gwendolyn to capitalize on his mistake. Hitting him with a split-legged stunner, both wrestlers were now down on the ground taking time to recover. Jacob, having the advantage of a tag team partner would immediately begin crawling towards Derek to tag him in to trade places.

Realizing the risks in this, Gwen would get back up on her feet before Jacob and would reach down to the crawling member of the Dominion and grabbing his waist with the use of her arms wrapped around them would pull Jacob up on his feet. Grunting in effort, Jacob twisted at the hips to try and squirm free while secretly reveling at the feeling of his royal opponent's breasts mush up against his defined back.

The moment of pleasure did not last long, when Gwendolyn decided to use her grip to launch him up and over her, slamming him down onto the ring mats for a German Suplex. Gwendolyn showed immense grappling acumen and flexibility when she maintained her position of the bridge pin to follow her suplex with a pinfall attempt.

"2" the referee counted. Just when he reached to the count of two, the youngest member of the male faction decided to intervene and would dive into the Aristocrat, looking to slam a double axle handed fist at her exposed abdomen to break up the pinfall at the expense of hearing an earful from the referee.

One rather gauche moniker attributed to the heiress without her consent from online fandom was the tactless nickname of "Lady Forklift". Dubbed upon her for the blueblood's flawlessly impeccable implementation of a traditional German Suplex, performed with smoothly fluid motions, devastating aftereffects, and tip-toe balanced perfection for its finale. Debate's swirled as to whether Gwendolyn’s execution of the maneuver was capable of being topped, but she nevertheless found the nickname severely lacking in social grace. There was no debating the results however, as the snooty socialite thrust her hips upward to further apply leverage in the upside-down pinning predicament that Jacob may indeed have fallen prey to had not his meddlesome partner interfered.

Gwendolyn collapsed in a huffing slump after having her slender midsection plowed into by the axe-handle smash, afterward spinning to her side and shielding her abdomen as Jacob was allowed to tumble over. The vexing disadvantage of contending with both of these uncouth hooligans at one time having once again come into play in a manner that outright denied her a potential victory. The pampered princess huffing with a spiteful glare directed at Derek now being ushered back towards his corner turnbuckle with a stern reprimanding from the referee. "...Tch...striking a lady of mine own regality whilst unawares. Perhaps this disciplinary lesson in respecting the upper-class is indeed long overdue." Gwendolyn remarked while approaching Jacob and wrenching in a front headlock, using that snug constriction to guide him upwards until on his feet where she'd grab the side of his trunks and attempt a quick snap suplex.

Seeing his compatriot in danger, Derek would quickly rush inside the ring and dive on top of Gwendolyn, driving his fists into her back and aid Jacob in breaking up the pin. He was sure that Jacob could have gotten out of it on his own but he just wanted to add that extra insurance policy. However, it did come with a price and the referee would turn towards Derek and give him an earful, making him up into the corner and ordering him to take his position on the outside ring apron.

Derek didn't argue and would put his hands up and did as he was told, not wanting to risk a DQ or get on the bad side of the referee in a handicap match. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn's anger was directed towards the legal man Jacob who was just starting to get back to his senses after they were rocked when he was slammed hard.

Gwen followed up her German Suplex by wrapping her arm around his head in a front headlock, pulling him up on his feet before quickly grabbing his briefs and pulling him up and over her before dumping him down on his back for a quick snap suplex. "Saaaaahhh! Owww...." Jacob cried out, getting up to a seated position, one hand clutching his lower back while the other stretched out towards Derek seeking for a tag but he was far away. The Perfect Storm started to crawl towards Derek, attempting to tag him in whilst pain stricken from the slam.

Lessons were indeed being learned in regards to the inherent difficulties and infernal obstruction's one must contend with when in the unenviable position of squaring of against two competitors at once. Gwendolyn's earlier rough assessment to these probable challenges all becoming proven regretfully true once the rookie Dominion member came barreling in to rudely interrupt her pin attempt. The posh socialite's feathers becoming thoroughly ruffled from Derek's interference, but not enough to deter her from continuing onward with all the grace and dignity befitting an esteemed member of the upper class such as herself. And what noblewoman of her regality wouldn't be capable of performing seamless back to back suplexes upon a reprehensible irritant such as this particular Dominion member.

Gwendolyn's snap suplex once again being performed fluidly with the heiress twisting about afterwards to prop herself on her knees while wafting a hand through her golden curls to part them from her vision while panting a labored breath. At this point internally lamenting how vexing it is that men took far more effort to suplex than ladies her own size. Gwendolyn casting her hazel-eyes towards the battered Jacob crawling towards his far off partner, when a devilish smile crept across her face to compliment her devilish idea. The heiress elegantly swiveling in Jacob's direction until her legs would fasten down upon her foe's head, the sublime strength of her creamy white thighs bearing down on him from all sides in a surprise implementation of her Royal Oppression finisher~...

Taking his position on the appropriate ring apron, Derek would now await for his teammate and compatriot to tag him in. The Perfect Storm was not doing so well, with Gwendolyn once more slamming the male down to the mat with another suplex. The impact really left Jacob in pain, his expression was visibly that of a pain in pain. His moans were further evidence of him struggling against the Aristocrat even when the match was more favourable towards him. His natural instincts kicked in and Jacob would, on all fours, start to crawl towards his corner of The Dominion with his arm out-stretched. Derek's boot was on the bottom rope, elevating himself and stretching his arm far to try and make the journey to the corner quicker.

Gwendolyn, had other ideas. She quickly closed in the gap and went down to the mats beside Jacob, wrapping her legs around his head and neck to ensnare him in her Royal Oppression finisher. The figure four headscissors was choking him out, depriving him of precious's oxygen. His head was pulled back along with his upper body, with his arms desperately out-stretched trying to reach for Derek.

"Guughh! Ommffh *cough*" he struggled, unable to go that extra mile to reach for the ropes. Derek fearing the worst, started to climb up the top turnbuckle and steadied himself. He figured a direct interruption would swiftly be cut-off by the referee and this time he went for the high flying route. Steadying himself, Derek took a deep breath before launching himself from the top turnbuckle and attempted to crash land his body onto Gwen, trying to hit a flying elbow drop. . .

Satisfying though it was to bring the uncivilized hooligan of Dominion to his hands and knees after two consecutive suplexes, Gwendolyn was already well aware that all of her efforts would be for naught given the distinct disadvantage this match had presented her with. Subduing one irksome ruffian would merely spur a reprisal from the other teammate, who would be coiled and ready to strike at the most opportune time like a venomous serpent. Twas a tiresome conundrum that the heiress knew no amount of reprimanding from the referee would resolve, so therefore she wisely opted to "flip the script", as it were. But firstly, Gwendolyn needed to create the optimal situation for her ingenious scheme to take effect, and that started by springing upon Jacob the most delightful of submission techniques.

The sinewy strength of a world-class ballerina now squeezing down upon the boorish brute's noggin in the same finisher that even had distinguished Tension contender Clyde Gastin submitting within once a upon a time. But now it was a certain Jacob Masters struggling betwixt her trained thighs with the side of his rasping face nuzzled against the pert softness of the posh aristocrat's royal rump. *Waaait for it...* Gwendolyn smirked primly while maintaining the position and tugging back on one of her ankles, but was keenly keeping a weather eye open for what she suspected was incoming. Derek's daredevil-esque takeoff signaling for the heiress to promptly tuck and roll herself out of the way of his elbow drop, and in doing so have his partner become splayed and take the booming plummet instead~...