Answering the Leader

Trent was getting desperate, he would bring his hands up to yank Belinda's oily hair while thumping his back into her front to wind her out. After a quick thump or two, he would jerk to the left and to the right, attempting to escape. However, the blonde was more determined than Trent gave her credit for and she held onto the Masterpiece.

Using his flow against him, when he jerked to one side, she would roll with him and ended up on top of his back while Trent was pinned against the mats on his belly. Belinda held on, squeezing her arms and legs tight to really squeeze Trent's oiled, chiseled frame.

Trent slithered under her, flailing his arms about while kicking the mats. "AHHHHH N-no way. Mnnfff *cough*" he groaned, getting out-classed by Belinda.

Once she got Trent pinned onto the mat she could feel how his struggles weakened. She would tighten her hold, her legs shifting away from that scissor hold to instead be used to move effectively straddle him, as she placed her knees on either side of his hips to prevent him from easily turning them back over.

Belinda would lean down with her upperbody, her chest pushing more firmly against his oily back. " Submit..." Belinda would whisper to Trent as she held him as tight as she could and continued her sleeper hold. at the moment the only resistance she was feeling from Trent was just him flailing his arms and kicking his legs about.

Trent was getting exhausted, he was sweaty and oily. His body was glistening in oil and was so warm from all the tussling and close quarter grappling. Belinda was really showing how good she was, keeping Trent grounded on his belly to neutralize his strength.

She would squeeze harder and harder, really taking the fight out of him. The Masterpiece was weakening, his body slithering and flailing about. Belinda leaned in, relinquishing the scissors to press her thighs against his ribs to keep him still while leaning forward and whispering in his ear.

"Belinda....hah....y-you're strong" he admitted but didn't submit. Trent would bring his hands up, prying at her forearms to distract her before once more grabbing her hair, looking to yank her hair forward with one hand and try to slide her off while jerking himself up at the same time. With his free arm, he would try to nudge his elbow back into her side as well as he was desperate to escape this Northman.

Hearing Trent praise her was a good start but she wasn't about to release him any time soon and it seemed as if he knew that. As he would grab at her hair once more before she felt that elbow ram into her side and then that arm on her own arms, trying and pulling until she was forced to slip off of Trent.

Being pulled right off of him she had to relinquish her hold and roll away. As she would start to get up towards her knees again, panting out a bit. " Almost had you there." Belinda let out as she would flash a light smile towards Trent. " At least you seem to know what you're in for now, huh?"

In desperation, Trent's hairpull and elbow strike did manage to disrupt Belinda enough for her to slip off Trent and relinquish her hold. The blonde would roll off him and shift onto her belly before slowly starting to get up on her knees. Belinda and Trent were both tired, bodies covered in oil and sweat as they were a hot mess right now.

"Tsk! Don't get so confident Belinda. You may be the strongest opponent I've wrestled but I plan to overcome that challenge" he said, lunging at her. Trent would ram his shoulder into her abs hard getting her to double over if he could.

If he managed that, he would make use of her doubled over position to get his hands to the back of her bikini and began to untie the knot carefully and strip Belinda off her top. "Let's get rid of this Belinda, no more distractions of your top. Let's see how well you can wrestle now" he said, looking to trap her in a quick headlock.

Belinda would smirk a bit as she saw Trent rise up to his knees as she did the same, hearing the praise she got from him only made her both a bit proud and annoyed that he didn't just accept this as a defeat.

When Trent rushed in he went low, spearing at her abs, as the blond's knees would widen to made sure she wasn't taken down onto her back, sliding with Trent's pushing. Belinda would shake her head a bit as she then felt his hands on her bikini top, blushing a little.

" C-cheap tricks won't help-mmh!" Belinda let out as her top was loosened and her chest was left somewhat bare, she would then have her head grabbed and pulled into a quick headlock. Belinda would try and grab at the back of Trent's head, grabbing a handful of his short hair and yanking on it as she would try and drive a swift punch into his ribs to try and get him to release her.

As the match went on, Trent was getting increasingly frustrated at his inability to defeat Belinda. In fact, he was surprised at how good she was and was now certain on why she beat Jacob. Still, that didn't mean the leader of Dominion would lose to her. Barely managing to escape the submission did cause him to compliment her which in turn boosted her own confidence.

However, as the two were on their knees getting ready to tussle, the Masterpiece lunged in and rammed his shoulder into her abs. Belinda managed to stay upright on her knees and Trent would quickly go for the back of her bikini top and untie it. From there, he knew she would be distracted and he wrapped his arm around her head and began to squeeze.

"Cheap trick or not, there are no rules in this match. I'll do whatever it takes to w-AAHHHHH" Trent suddenly moaned when Belinda grabbed his hair and yanked on it, stretching his head back. That opened up his lower body which allowed Belinda to send a punch into his ribs.

"Oouuufff you bitch" he moaned, forced to release her headlock and double over but not before tugging her bikini top loose and toss it aside, leaving her topless.

Belinda would blush a bit as her bikini top was pulled off of her, causing her to narrow her eyes. " Bitch huh? You get to pull my hair all you want but I don't get to pull yours?" Belinda let out as she would shake her head. Trent was really starting to frustrate her now, at his cheap tactics.

Shaking her head once more to try and clear away the fact that she was now topless from her mind, she would suddenly move in after Trent, looking to go in for a tackle of her own and attempt to drive her shoulder right into Trent's gut! Grabbing at those legs of his as she sought to make him crash onto his back and from there try and straddle his midsection.

Belinda would try and grab at the short hair of Trent and try and use it to yank the Tension wrestler's head off of the mat before trying to slam the back of his head down against the mats.

Trent was not a happy man when he felt Belinda grab his hair and yank on it, forcing his head back before landing a stiff strike to his abs to wind him out. Trent in turn would yank at that loose Bikini top and completely remove it, tossing it to the side somewhere. Clearly, Belinda was annoyed at Trent's hypocrisy as well who seemed quite okay with grabbing Belinda's hair earlier but got pissed when she did the same to him.

With the Masterpiece winded out, Belinda would ram her shoulder into the abs of Trent and take him down to the mats on his back before straddling his midsection. "Uuughh owww" he would moan, wriggling under her a bit. Belinda reached out to grab his hair once more, pulling his head up off the mat a bit which caused him to grit his teeth in anger a bit. Trent would bring his own hands to grab at Belinda's yanking them too in a sort of a catfight.

"Nrghhh you want to pull hair? FINE" he growled as the two yanked each others hair. However, when Belinda used her grip to smack the back of Trent's head against the mat, Trent would let out a loud moan and release Belinda's hair, with his hands and legs spread wide against the oily mats.

Now topless and getting a fair bit annoyed at Trent. If there was one thing that annoyed Belinda it was people who cried foul when their own tactics were used against them and Trent seemed to be that type. When Trent grabbed at her hair, Belinda would smack the back of Trent's head into the canvas and got him well and dazed underneath her.

Panting out a bit, Belinda would decide to keep her hold on that hair as she would start to rise up towards her feet. Moving up to a full stand as she would try and yank Trent up with her. Once up, Belinda would try and drop low, trying to slide her head in between Trent's legs and grab at the back of his thighs.

With a heave, Belinda would try and lift Trent up and then swing him down as she would try and slam him down with a painful Alabama slam!!