Trent Masters vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Never one to shy away from giving credit where credit was due, the Masterpiece had to acknowledge the grappling acumen of his opponent who had gotten one over him by forcing him down to his front on the oiled surface and had him trapped in a single legged Boston Crab submission. Trent would squirm under the noble blueblood, making his way inch by inch towards the ropes while clearly the slippery surface of the mats was surely assisting him in his journey.

When Gwendolyn made sure to inform Trent that she was also capable of performing the unexpected, he had no idea on what she meant. However, he was soon going to find out that the aristocrat was holding a grudge against him for trying to humiliate her with his submission attempt earlier. Gwen would abruptly release the Boston crab only to pivot over to face his front, grabbing both of his arms to stretch them back over her thighs and leaning forward for a camel clutch.

However, that was only a ruse for her true intent was to ensnare his face against her armpit for a dragon clutch submission of her own, pressing her armpit against his mouth and nose for a smother! "Hmmghghmmghh!" the Masterpiece mumbled, forced to take in the scent of her expensive wrestling oil. He would squirm under her wildly now, kicking his legs against the mat while she was forced to ride a wild bull almost.

Trent would manage to free one hand from over her thighs, bringing it up to her underarm trying to force it upwards in an effort to slide her armpit off his face. It seemed that the two wrestlers were equally willing to humiliate the other in order to gain the all important first submission. Trent's muscular frame was on display as his upper body was elevated due to the submission while he struggled to get Gwendolyn off his back and her armpit off his face.

Gwendolyn believed that those who remarked about the gratifying merits of methodically biding one's time in the predatorial hunt for vengeance, had never strapped on a pair of wrestling boots and engaged in these gladiatorial bouts themselves. Opportunities for revenge were seldom granted between seasoned professionals and at these lofty competitive levels. Passing them up akin to potentially allowing the entirety of the match's outcome to slip through one's fingers. Furthermore, having one's pride as besmirched as Gwendolyn's was deserved immediate and decisive retribution in order to reclaim her valor as the dignified noblewoman she is. Potential ideas flitted about her calculating thought processes as to how best extract divine retribution after the Masterpiece's demoralizing submission, but none of them seemed quite as appropriate within her refined mind as serving Trent a metaphorical taste of his own medicine. Although nowhere near as odious thanks to the aromatic scent of her far more luxurious perfume and body wash.

Cranking backward with a regal sneer and brief fluff to her radiant curls as she flicked her head sideways, the snobbish socialite relished in the supreme justice being served via Trent blubbering against the soft flesh of her rather fragrant but nevertheless perspired crevice. Gwendolyn had to admit towards experiencing a certain spark from such an athletic specimen of a man squirming pathetically and under her absolute command, although adjustments were made to compensate for his fervent struggling. A swift maneuvering to the side would undo the camel clutch but allow the heiress to clamp her sublime thighs around Trent's waist in a tightened body scissor, with the dragon smother still woefully intact. "Unlike yourself, Master Trent, I would prefer you refrain from giving up for now. All so that you may indulge your senses further in the heavenly perfection of the regal noblewoman whose now mastering the master~..." Gwen uttered with shared oiled warmth between their greased frames practically glued together.

In hindsight, it was probably a mistake to either use the submission that he did or proclaim his intention to not only defeat the noblewoman but defeat her via humiliation. She had been uncharacteristically silent after the opening of this match but that would have to do something with the fact that her face was being smothered by his armpit. Now that the shoe was on the other foot so to speak, it was Trent's turn to muffle and moan under Gwendolyn's underarm.

Trapped in the equally humiliating and suffocating submission, the Masterpiece would do his best to thwart his opponent's efforts by trying to buck up and jerk to the side to topple her off his back and undo the modified variant of the camel clutch. His efforts were successful but ultimately in vain because even though the Masterpiece managed to topple her off his back, Gwen would respond by wrapping her oiled legs against his waist while keep him trapped in the dragon clutch.

"Mmfff?! Hrnmghh!" he continued to mumble while being smothered and memorized by the skill and scent of his opponent. Oddly enough, Gwen did not want him to submit from this after all! Instead, she wanted him to struggle and squirm a bit more to emphasis her point on humiliation and humility. Trent would claw and pry at her triceps to push her underarm off his face but it was futile and he was running out of breath fast. His chest heaving up and down, his skin glistening under the ring lights to radiate the oil and sweat of his body until he had no other choice but to tap the mats to signal his submission.

"Nrghmh I-I submit" he said with a muffled tone while tapping the mats to officially award Gwen with the first fall.

Sadism was a barbaric personality trait typically most unbecoming of a lady of nobility. Particularly due to how such an unpleasant characteristic can reek havoc upon one's own fair-skinned complexion and is a feature that noblewomen deem themselves far above. Not to mention that it demonstrates complete a lack of control over one's own emotions which in itself, is unacceptable as the CEO of her branch of the family’s multinational conglomerate. However, Gwendolyn has dabbled indeed occasionally within such basic tendencies throughout her wrestling career and has found it to be substantially more liberating than she ever could have imagined. Demonstrated thusly after having successfully ensnared her muscle-bound adversary within her python tightened clutches. The Masterpiece continuing to fruitlessly squirm about with only the flexing of her creamy thighs and snobbish socializing as the immediate reward for his valiant efforts.

Fortuitously, Trent tapped out his submission along with a verbal acknowledgment of his defeat. Otherwise Gwendolyn may not have overheard his muted babbling considering how thoroughly smushed his facials laid against her underarm. The oiled heiress undoing her dragon clutch and shuffling the duo over until the Masterpiece was facing the canvas, although still seemingly affixed upon him with her greased softness swelled up against his strapping back. "A wise decision, Master Trent. Acknowledging my noble superiority. One that I supremely predict you'll make once again before the night is through...*giggle*..." Gwendolyn mirthfully whispered in his ear before sitting up to be straddling his lower spine, taking pompous pride in having subjugated the mounted Masterpiece beneath her with elegant posturing and posing for the nearby cameras. Fluffing up her curls as she dismounted Trent, kicking up faux-dirt behind her for the traditional respite between falls.

Oh and how the mighty had fallen. It was truly the height of irony, with Gwendolyn managing to subdue the leader of the Dominion with the very submission he chose to subjugate the blonde. Try as he might, her Dragon Clutch proved to be mightier than his which eventually led to him tapping out before falling victim of being knocked out by the sensation and scent of her underarm which had completely taken his breath away. After his physical and verbal submission, the blonde would release him and have him face the mats with her laying on top of his back.

Trent panted heavily, taking in deep breaths of fresh air while recovering. He felt his opponent stay on him as she laid across his back, whispering devilishly in his ear. He would not offer any resistance because soon she would get off him voluntarily. Trent would place his palms against the mats and push up to get up to his knees before getting up all the way to his feet. He would take a moment to adjust his briefs and clearly he was annoyed.

"It seems you and I had the same idea. Not just submission but submission via humiliation. Heh, Fine then. Let the games continue. Congratulations on your one fall because that is the only victory you will get. The proverbial gloves are off now Gwendolyn, I will have this victory and I shall do so by humiliating you with countless submission far worse than what you pulled off just now" he said raising his arms up.

Brimming with pompous pride and shimmering aglow from more than merely the oil glistening upon her fair complexion, Gwendolyn primly approached the side of the ring for the traditional break in the action of a multi-fall match such as this one. In spite of Trent being more fatigued than her, the match's proceeding's had taken its toll upon her as well as she rested her back against the ropes, snapping her finger and signaling for a ringside worker to hand her bottled water. Refreshing though it was to quench her thirst, the exceptional taste of victory was decidedly more satisfying as the regal heiress was officially ahead in the score card with only one more point necessary before victory could be claimed. Gwendolyn indifferently flinging the water bottle to bonk off the worker's head after Trent said his piece.

"By all means, consider all gloves and gauntlets effectively discarded, Master Trent. Defeating you would bear little significance if you could rebuke my victory with any notion of reticence or misguided chivalry. Underestimate me at your peril, lest you find yourself in the unenviable position of being embarrassed once again for what I assure you will be the definitive culmination of tonight's excursion~..." Gwendolyn replied with a prim smirk and a flick of her regal ringlets to the side before proceeding back to the center of the oiled ring to reignite the match. Arms at the ready in an attempted lockup with The Masterpiece, but after locking horns she swiftly converted it into an abrasive side-headlock. Trent snugly reunited with the sublime softness of the heiress' bosom tucked against the side of his face.

The Masterpiece had never seen such a woman with such sophisticated vocabulary, such posh aura and such an elegant graceful style in wrestling yet at the same time she was quite sly and let her grace mask her deadly skills in wrestling. No man or woman would ever suspect such a noble and posh woman to be as good as she was in the ring and Trent certainly fell victim to that.

However, being a fall down, it was time to pick up the pace of the match and show Gwen that dispute their amicable agreement, it was he that was in charge of the group. Without really responding to her in words, Trent and Gwen would lock up briefly in the middle of the ring before the blonde would transition the grapple into a headlock.

Trent would immediately wrap his arms around her waist and pull her up off her feet and slam her down hard onto her back for a backdrop to counter the submission and break out of it rather swiftly. "I think you will find me much harder to deal with now" he said while getting up to his knees next to her.

The Masterpiece would bring his hands and began to claw and grind his knuckles against her abdomen, trapping her in a painful abdominal claw hold. "Submit" he said harshly.

Fitting though it may be for Master Trent to become awestruck by Gwendolyn's immaculate sophistication alongside the burgeoning realization of her exquisitely fine-tuned wrestling skills, it was underestimating the heiress which provided the opening she utilized in outmaneuvering the Masterpiece in the first place. The lack of any pithy repartee from Trent after being addressed by Gwendolyn had indicated to her that she would receive no chivalrous quarter from her adversary moving forward. An eventuality that the Posh Socialite thought herself readied for upon approaching him with a traditional lock-up, but catching Trent with a snug side-headlock intended to quell and stifle his steaming animosity instead.

Shame than that Gwendolyn would scarcely have time to have it applied before it was immediately ruined via Trent muscling the snobbish aristocrat up and over onto her head and shoulders. "GAH!!" Hacking out a rattled groan whilst still upside down and oil-sheened backside in the air, Gwen unfolded herself to a splayed-out splat besides her knelt adversary. Gwendolyn not reacting to Trent's threat's as much as when he backed them up, his clawed grasp digging into her flesh bringing tension to her frame as she bucked her legs inward before uncoiling to start stamping one foot onto the greased floor. Grimacing bitterly but otherwise paralyzed with one hand snapped onto his wrist as she squirmed and writhed before him.

Eager to take back control of this match, especially after being down the first fall with the use of his own move, Trent would counter Gwendolyn's attempt to subdue him by executing a simple backdrop to escape the headlock and have the noblewoman put down on her back. From there, he would get up on his knees and lean over towards her abdomen to trap her in a painful claw hold. His knuckles and fingers clawing at her abdominal muscles causing her to wince in pain and stomp her foot against the mat.

"This is just the start. My legacy will triumph over yours" he would say in a serious manner before grabbing a fistfull of Gwen's hair and yanking on it, forcing her to sit up. If that worked, he would wrap his legs around her waist and his arm around her neck to trap her in a scissor and sleeper combo before dropping down on his side and taking her with him.

"Submit...unless you wish to pass out" he whispered.

Taken aback by the rather disconcerting reversal of fortunes that has befallen the heiress, Gwendolyn languished beneath the overpowering Masterpiece as her tightened abdominals continued being viciously clawed into. Gnashing her pearly whites in seething anguish all throughout until a thankful reprieve came alongside her royal ringlets being utilized as the snatched fulcrum to unwillingly position her to now be seated. Whatever congenial levity there was amongst noble-minded sophisticates towards the beginning of the match had effectively vanished as Gwendolyn followed Trent's yanked bidding. The heiress panting wearily as her oil glistened abundance heaved with each haggard breath after practically having her breadbasket mangled.

Trent's visceral tone of voice not going unnoticed by the snobbish socialite who recognized the dire nature of her situation once a pair of muscular thighs clamped around her petite waist to her wide-eyed vexation. "HngH!!" Gwendolyn's steadied breathing rate became succinctly stifled via the flexed bicep of her adversary saddled up behind her, now pawed at with grimaced discontent before she was muscled over onto her side. Greased brawn bearing down on the posh princess as she hacked breathes with an uplifted arm showcasing her resistance to submitting or passing out. Trent's oil slicked musculature whittling her down with her arm beginning to sag...before being driven backwards for several elbow strikes to the side of her foe's abdomen.