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

The royal wrestling heiress would once again use her superior wrestling acumen to subdue even the more experienced member of the Dominion and now had him trapped in one of her signature submission moves. Those lovely legs were wrapped around Jacob's head, squeezing the air out of him while stretching his body backwards in a unique scissor submission.

Doing his best to crawl on his belly, Jacob was nowhere near the corner to tag his partner in. From his position, a counter was almost impossible too. "Gugh N-no, this guuughh! c-can't be happening" Jacob said, struggling to breathe while he did. At this point, Derek had decided to bring in the numbers game as an equalizer but his efforts backfired. The pompous royal blueblood would get her timing just right and rolled out of the way just as Derek leaped off the top rope.

The result was simple, Derek would crash land on top of Jacob with his elbow hitting the small of his back in a clean and hard hitting elbow drop. The impact caused Jacob to howl in pain and roll over onto his back, clutching it. Derek on the other hand was shell-shocked, his eyes widened and cheeks flushed red in embarrassment for the mistake that just happened. "Oh no! Nonononono" he gasped, crawling over towards Jacob and trying to see if he was okay. "J-Jacob, I-I didn't mean it" he tried to apologize while Jacob would wave him off.

The referee had enough, once again moving towards the two men and telling the young Derek off giving him one last warning. Meanwhile, everyone in the ring had their eyes off Gwen....

In spite of the colloquially catchy phrase bandied about nowadays, teamwork did not always necessarily make the dream work. Gwendolyn asserting this affirmation by knowing full well that the rookie Dominion member could not help himself when it came to interjecting his lowbrow noise in the blueblood's business, and would assuredly come careening forth like the valiant hero adorned in shining knight's armor...except with the unconventional intention of striking down the fair maiden in this unorthodox fairy tale unfolding this very night. Gwendolyn having kept a weather eye open for any and all brash interlopers as she remained steadfast in her tightened application of the submission hold, hence why the heiress was able to witness Derek leap from the top turnbuckle...and mindfully shuffle to the side while tugging Jacob along so one Dominion member would end up spiking the other square in his broad back with a hellacious boom of an elbow drop.

*Ah, I do love it when a plan comes together~...* Brimming with smug superiority after masterfully foiling Derek's rescue plan, Gwendolyn arose beside the chaotic bickering unfolding between an apologetic Dominion member and the referee once again asserting what little authority she had over the match at this point. Amidst the astonished audience reactions and quarreling unfolding in the middle of the ring, none were the wiser to Gwen beginning to step backward and up the Dominion's turnbuckle with her back to the crowd. As Derek would turn to his corner by the referee ushering him back, a light footed heiress would vault herself into the air until she came to be seated atop his shoulders with a sudden faceful of her imperial muff. Firstly weighing forward in his direction before whiplashing herself backwards into an attempted frankensteiner and implanting the crown of his head into the canvas.

In the midst of the panic situation created by the young and inexperienced Derek, he was caught in a web of emotions trying to think about the consequences of his mistake, having to deal with the referee's rant and worrying about Jacob. His mind was juggling with all three issues and he could not focus with a clear head what to focus on first. There was a forth issue too, one which he had totally forgotten about and that was of course Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt.

She had taken a position atop of the turnbuckle just waiting for the referee to force Derek back into his corner and onto the ring apron. When near enough, the blonde would strike. Leaping off the turnbuckle she would guide herself to sit on top of Derek's shoulder, forcing her crotch against his mouth while she latched onto him. Using her impressive acrobatic ability and wrestling prowess she would maneuver around to flip Derek over and implant his head onto the ring canvas, executing a frankensteiner.

"Ahhh! Oww" he moaned, clutching the back of his head before rolling out of the ring from under the bottom ropes and falling outside. By now, Jacob had only slightly recovered from Gwendolyn's submission move and was gingerly making his way back up onto his feet.

Capitalizing on what was as chaotic a scene as one can imagine, Gwendolyn's feat of elegantly executed acrobatics effectively exiled the errant Dominion member as per the egotistical elitists envisage. A coy look over her shoulder as she remained on the canvas indeed confirmed the rookie's role in the match was henceforth relegated to sidelined onlooker for the time being as he rotated underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring entirely. Waves of momentum were clearly on the posh socialite's side as she arose thusly. Spryly and with her eagle-eyed gaze fixated upon the the other Dominion member lumbering upward and clearly with his mind in the nebulous clouds after having been the assaulted from all other parties involved. Save for the referee, of course.

"And now, for the Coup De Grâce~..." Gwendolyn uttered under her breath so as not to arouse suspicion or giveaway her sneaking location to the arrogant member of the faction she'd had a bone to pick with, flashing her devious smirk as she encroached upon the frazzled Jacob from behind with a hunched over posture and fingers wiggling in anticipation. Once on his feet he'd find himself spun around by his shoulder before getting a stiff boot embedded into his abdomen. Afterward yanking his head betwixt the heiress' smooth thighs with the teasing softness of Gwendolyn's royal rump felt on the back of his head. A bit of dignified posturing taking place as the heiress extended her arms to the side with her snooty head held high as if allowing others to bask in her radiance, before hooking Jacob's arms behind his back and assertively implanting his face into the canvas for her Imperial Pedigree~...

With Derek taken care of by the noble blueblood thanks to her acrobatic abilities coupled with her wrestling acumen, there was now simply a matter of dealing with Jacob Masters who was the legal man in the ring. One might not suggest that dealing with him would be an easy task but being thoroughly outclassed by Gwendolyn whilst the two were actively wrestling each other, perhaps Gwendolyn was more than confident of handling him.

Turning her attention to him whilst he was getting back up on his feet, Jacob would look around for his partner who was nowhere to be found. He would clutch his neck in pain and shake his head. Strangely, Gwen was nowhere to be found either until he felt her hands grab his shoulder and spin him around to face her. His eyes widen in surprise but that was the least of his problem, her boot smacked up into his mid-section which drove the wind out of him while he moaned in pain.

Jacob's head was shoved in between Gwen's smooth thighs while his arms were grabbed and pulled up. He was truly trapped, offering only the faintest of struggling until she leaped up and implanted his face into the canvas for her finishing move the 'Imperial Pedigree'. "Guuuuugh!" Jacob cried out loud at the impact. His body laid flat on its belly, unmoving. At this stage, both men of the Dominion faction were truly down and out with Gwen the only woman standing.

The fact that it was the overconfident and cocksure member of Dominion being maliciously encroached upon from behind did indeed add some degree of cathartic satisfaction towards what Gwendolyn intended to be the artistic bow placed atop this one-sided affair. One that the posh socialite wished to conclude posthaste considering the mounting levels of fatigue being levied upon her immaculate frame, thankfully somewhat coping due to her lifetime of her professional ballet-training. However, the esteemed "gentleman" Master Jacobs, no doubt due to having been subjected to one bout of dreadful misfortune after another, indeed appeared decidedly worse for wear and therefore none the wiser towards the heiress' stalking presence until he had already been punted in the abdomen...

...and had his frazzled visage smashed into the ring canvas from the heiress' imperial finisher. The spry socialite tacking on some extra impact for good measure from bounding upward beforehand that seemingly was worth the effort given the nigh-comatose state of the motionless Dominion member sprawled out before her. Gwendolyn leaning over Jacob with both hands planted against the gentleman's broad back to catch herself from tipping over from sheer exhaustion, smirking down at him through drawn out panting but taking little else time in maneuvering herself to the side and flipping Jacob over. She'd hook on of his legs and situate herself atop the fallen faction member's chiseled pectorals with the swelled softness of her breasts from her pin attempt, which started thusly.

"One!"

The Tension crowd was so shocked at the elegant performance of Madam Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt that the usual jeers reserved for heelish wrestlers were replaced by cheers. Despite the odds stacked against the blonde, she had handled the situation gracefully and never looked like being in severe trouble. The former Friction star had dealt with the challenge like a champion, easily managing to cope up against the numbers game of the Dominion.

With Derek taken care of, Jacob was next to be blindsided by the wrestling class of Gwen who stalked him from behind and then suddenly grabbed his shoulder to turn him around to face her before delivering the Imperial Pedigree. Jacob laid there sprawled on his belly, leaving Gwendolyn with the simple task of hooking his legs up and place herself atop of him with her breasts pressing down onto his chest.

Jacob offered no resistance, his chest heaved up and down as his sweat soaked body lay underneath Gwen. The referee continued her count going from "TWO" and eventually to "THREE!". Once the count for the pinfall was done, the bell rang and it was official. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt had overcome the odds of a handicap tag match and defeated The Dominion!

Exceptionally infrequent as it was, the distinct sound of genuine ovation was overheard following the referee's hand smacking the canvas for the third time. Signaling the end of the match alongside the clanging of the ringbell, and most importantly, a victory afforded to the snobbish socialite overcoming the odds stacked against her in a flourishing showcasing of her regal superiority. Gwendolyn releasing Jacob's muscled leg and briefly remaining flopped atop the Dominion member's sweat-smeared bod out of sheer fatigue for a few seconds, but managed to arise upward at a steadied pace. Standing back up with a regal flourish of her majestic ringlets and a brimming smile that simultaneously shined with radiant beauty and conceited arrogance over her accomplishment.

"Thank you, Thank you~...You're all much too kind~..." Gwendolyn elegantly addressed the adoring audience in between huffing pants of exhaustion as the referee dutifully raised her hand to the sky. Reigning supreme in a match this lopsided was assuredly going to be a brilliant feather in the cap that is her wrestling career, alongside it being her second straight win within Tension altogether. The heiress eventually yanking her arm free of the referee's grasp so that she may delight the clamoring lower-class with a refined curtsy, one leg hooked behind her with a wafting extension of her arms to the side before she righted herself and backpedaled rested herself against the ropes behind her. For now needing a breather before being on her merry.

Basking in the sweet taste of victory, Gwendolyn was in a rare sight was being cheered on by the Tension crowd as she overcame the odds of beating two male wrestlers in a competitive handicap match. The blueblood heiress dealt with the numbers game quite well, neutralizing the threat of the rookie Derek with her smartness while dealing with the moderate experience of Jacob with her superior wrestling acumen.

With her theme playing, her arm raised by the referee and the crowd cheering her own everything was merry until suddenly the theme of The Dominion started to play over hers and the crowd was confused. It seemed everyone forgot one very important factor in this equation and that of course the leader of the Dominion, 'Trent Masters'.

The Masterpiece, clad in his bespoke grey suit would walk out from the gorilla position onto the top of the ramp with a smirk on his face. He had a mic in his hand and would applaud Gwendolyn albeit in sarcasm. "Many congratulations to you Gwendolyn, you managed to beat a couple of boys." he said looking at his teammates. Internally he was quite disappointed that it had to come to this but on the outside he was as cool as a cucumber.

"You now have my full attention. Do you have what it takes to wrestle a man? Consider this my official and formal challenge. I challenge you to a wrestling match" he said before dropping the mic on the floor.

As delightful a dalliance as this daring escapade may have been, and with as splendidly satisfying a finale as this one, Gwendolyn will most certainly not be making this type of venture a commonplace occurrence throughout the foreseeable future. Two on one affairs were so dreadfully taxing that even a dignified lady of her superior lineage and wrestling talents needed exorbitant lengths of time between such one-sided challenges. Resting, Recouping, and Relaxing within the medicinal waters of her jacuzzi alongside a soothing spa session was just what the doctor ordered tonight, but no sooner was she about to make her refined exit than the sound of Dominion's theme gave her reason enough to pause and acknowledge the swarthy gentlemen at the top of the ramp and the challenge he presented her with.

Gwendolyn's response being rather reserved aside from a posh smirk on her lips, the heiress primly stepping over the languishing Jacob as she strolled out of the ring with a nimble hop down to the floor below. Two of her employees dressed in tracksuits flanking her from her sides with her sparkling robe from earlier being draped upon her once more. Her hazel brown eyes centered upon the Dominion leader at the top of the ramp throughout the entirety of her approach before standing before the dapper faction leader. Gwendolyn's arm raising upward to reveal a cerulean blue Hydrangea flower from within the pockets of her robe, presenting the flower to "The Masterpiece" before bidding him adieu. Nary a word spoken alongside her employees as she waltzed off, but the message of "Challenge Accepted" being clear as daylight.

Winner - Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt