Trent Masters vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Match type: 2/3 falls in oil wrestling.
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
Special stakes: If Gwendolyn wins, she is officially inducted as a member of the Dominion.

Tonight was a very special night. It was a night where The Dominion and Gwendolyn would attempt to create an alliance that resulted from an ill-fated encounter between Gwendolyn and the Scalliwags on her tension debut. While the Dominion were welcoming of the noble blueblood mainly because of her prestige and being a fellow compatriot, they also realized the potential of Gwendolyn as she made the switch over to the Tension brand. The more people with power and influence they connected themselves with, the more chance they had to rise to the top with as little time. It appeared that Trent's plans were indeed in motion because they did recently team up in a 3v3 tag match on the PPV wherein Gwendolyn was given the status of an honorary member of the Dominion.

However, now both parties were looking for a more permanent solution. Of course, Trent had to think of way to keep the prestige about the faction and he couldn't simply allow anyone to join in as per their request even if they were someone as accomplished as Gwendolyn. Hence, they agreed for a amicable settlement which benefited both of them. If she were to win this wrestling match she would join but if she would fail then her last appearance as honorary member would be her only one for The Dominion.

Backstage in the locker room, Trent was getting ready for this very special wrestling match. The Masterpiece was done with his pre-match preparations, already showered he would apply some deodorant before putting on his signature blue wrestling briefs with his name engraved in Japanese in front in white text. He would put on a pair of boots that matched the colour of his briefs before doing some very light stretches in front of the mirror in his locker room.

Trent Masters (middle):

A knock on the door signaled it was time and he would make his way out of his locker room post-haste. Standing behind the arena curtains in the gorilla position, he waited for his theme to cue and when it did he would make his way out to the arena as fireworks went off as part of his entrance. He received a mixed reaction from the crowd because he was willing to associate himself with Gwendolyn but he found her time with her to be quite pleasant.

The leader of the Dominion made his way down towards the ring, walking with a stride in his step before getting towards the ring. The ring was lowered down all the way to the arena floor as it was a special in-ring oil wrestling match. Trent would inspect the ropes before making his way inside of the ring, where the canvas had been lightly oiled up. Nodding at the referee inside he would be handed a bottle of oil which he uncapped then squirt some on his hands while pouring the rest on his chest. Trent would begin to massage his chest and shoulders, rubbing the oil evenly around his body. He would do the same for his abs and thighs, making sure his body would be left glistening in oil.

All that was left now was to wait for his opponent. "Hmhm I'm ready for this. The greatest challenge of Trent Masters..." he said to himself while limbering up in the ring.

One would think Gwendolyn might find herself perturbed, bordering on offended, that one of such noble renown as she must partake in an initiation of sorts in order to officially count herself among Dominion's vaunted elite. A faction comprised of apex athletes and musclebound physical specimens that conduct themselves as sophisticated gentleman with high-minded ideals towards establishing their grappling superiority. Qualities and personality traits that were demonstrated upon their serendipitous meeting during her grandiose introduction segment into Tension's roster. Therefore it stands to reason why the heiress sought to ingratiate them with her own dignified presence as well considering their elitist like-mindedness and matching color scheme to boot~...

Undergoing such a rigorous induction merely emphasizes those aforementioned ideals towards only being comprised of those of a more superior ilk, and therefore further stoked the competitive flames within her hazel-colored eyes. In spite of her acclaimed and esteemed championship history within Friction's halls, joining this roster was akin to starting anew with a clean slate that was rife with challenges as yet unexplored by her conqueror's spirit. For what other reason was there to join Tension aside from seeking newfound competitive hurdles for her to elegantly bound over with all of the grace and poise of one befitting her regal renown. Thwarting the aptly named "Masterpiece" was one such barrier to overcome, and with the added delectable bonus of counting herself amidst a trio of barrel-chested beefcakes to ogle out the side of her eye on occasion~...

G.D.B.:

The Tension arena would be eventually bathed in a palette of blue and gold from the internal lighting as Gwen's monarchical theme irritated the senses of all those in the arena and was already earning the palpable disdain of the vast majority of the audience. Adorned in her frilly blue and gold outfit that clung tightly to her curvaceous frame, Gwendolyn's lavish golden curls now tinted at the ends with teal coloring bounced with each poised step down the ramp. Her queenly cadence exemplified with her pompous smirk and arms extended to the side with snobbish head high in a rich and uppity fashion. Entering the ring and minding the indentation that was making it plausible for a oil wrestling match to occur in the first place. Afterwards the referee handed Gwendolyn her own specialty brand of grappling oil imported directly from the manufacturer with ingredients tailored to her liking.

"I do hope there's no issue with partaking in mine own specified brand of oil, Master Trent. It certainly should not weigh the scales of our grappling contest in my favor, and skin care is indeed one of many vexing matters a lady must attend in order to appear her utmost beauteous." Gwendolyn imparted while spreading the shinning lubrication along her extended arms and sinewy thighs to add a glistened sheen to her sublime figure, envious eyes and salacious thoughts abounding within the arena in those who wished they could have been granted the honor of performing this task for the heiress. "I appreciate you bearing no ill will towards me for subduing your compatriots that day. Hopefully that honorable trend continues this day when I bring you to heel as well, Master Trent~..." Once sufficiently limbered up, Gwen would elegantly approach the middle of the ring where matters could officially commence.

While waiting patiently inside the ring, the Masterpiece would try to formulate a game plan in his mind to subdue an opponent who's wrestling ability no doubt matched his own. Having seen her wrestle his teammates and having wrestled on her side in the tag match, Trent was very much aware that Gwendolyn was an opponent that he could not afford to underestimate. Soon, the Tension arena would be brought alive in a blue and gold coloured lighting as Gwen's monarchical theme cue and the noble blueblood made her way to the arena to a chorus of jeers.

Trent was impressed, by her entrance and her attire. No doubt only the best of wrestlers were given special wrestling entrances and this was such a case. Eventually, the royal wrestler made her way towards the ring and even had her own brand of wrestling oil that she preferred to use. All this information did not go pass unnoticed and Trent noticed all the intricate perks that she were offered.

"Not at all, please go ahead. I completely understand" he said, giving his no-objection to the use of a different brand of oil on the blueblood. After she was done with the pre-match requirements it was not time to get to the action. "No doubt there is no shame in losing to someone as talented as you but you will find me a different kettle of fish from my compatriots and one that I fear may be too much for you. I certainly hope the sentiments are mutual when I manage to subdue you." he retorted.

The two would walk to the middle of the ring until they were face to face, staring each other down eye to eye. Trent's eyes were determined and focused, he was going to win this and claim an important win against one of the best wrestlers. The referee would remind them the nature of this match before ordering for the bell to ring, once it did, The Masterpiece would raise his arms up while bending at the knee in a grapple ready stance.

Considering the sheer prestige alone that comes from merely having her distinguished name listed amongst Tensions roster of able-bodied competitors, Gwendolyn would very well expect to have been afforded certain preferential treatment throughout her cross-branded excursion. Privileges befitting one of her regal renown and non-negotiable provisions woven into her contract. Amongst them being her typical Friction accommodations that seemed excessive and overindulgent to some but were rather modest in Gwen's hazel eyes. The heiress tends to do her best ruminating anyway when unwinding within her own private and palatially decorated jacuzzi to the elegant string tones of harps played by...*ahem*, but Gwendolyn digresses. The point being that her specialized body oil was but one luxury among many and should scarcely play a factor in the match to unfold. Unless that is if the esteemed Master Trent should find himself distracted by the shimmering sheen upon her supple physique from that high-quality oil~...

"...*giggle*...Ever the chivalrous gentleman, Master Trent. Delighted to see we are in harmonious agreement, than. I would certainly hope that the exalted leader of such a skilled faction would provide a challenge of such a grueling nature, especially one with a nickname so hubristic as Masterpiece." Gwendolyn coyly remarked with a coquettish smile as she applied the enriched oil upon her stretched out arms and luscious legs to the tugged collars of many within the audience whose eyes were transfixed upon the noblewoman until the process was complete. "Although given the circumstances, I'd wager some degree of shame is inevitable for the individual whose found subjugated tonight~..." An observance made once face to face with Trent with her eyes equally steeled but with smirking confidence on her part as well. Flicking her golden curls back and retreating a step with the ringing of the bell, adopting a grappling stance but instead attempting to snatch one of his wrists into a twisting arm wringer as she ducked to his side.

While it was true that Trent and his compatriots were not aware of who Gwendolyn was before their venture to AFW, they were finding her wrestling ability and influence in AFW to be quite the useful asset. No doubt Trent would find someone as resourceful and skillful as the noble blueblood to be an excellent acquisition to his prestigious wrestling faction. Yet, all things must be earned and this was exactly what it was. No doubt Gwendolyn had something to gain from this venture too hence both found each other on the opposite sides of the ring after their first few encounters which were done on them being on the same side.

"Oho but of course. Nothing ventured, nothing gained" he responded before it was time for action. Once the bell rang, the two oiled wrestlers circled each other around. Getting closer and closer, it seemed as if a grapple was inevitable until Gwendolyn decided to quickly slip past his grapple and grab his wrists, taking it to the side in a arm wringer. Wincing in pain, the Masterpiece smirked before quickly dropped down onto his knees in front of her and using his free hand to take a swipe at her legs, hoping the oiled surface and the quick swipe served as a good way to take Gwendolyn down to her back.

If that worked, his arm would be free and he would quickly lay down on his front next to Gwen, attempting to wrap his arm around her head for grounded headlock, pressing her face against the side of his oiled pecs.

Gwendolyn rightfully surmised that although Master Trent would acknowledge the plethora of benefits the noblewoman's inclusion amongst Dominions cadre of skilled athletes would entail, his valorous sense of honor ensured that he would not be so blinded by her wealth to forego evaluating her grappling mettle beforehand. Although she would hazard a guess that the other two members of Dominion would welcome her induction with open arms once they witness the ludicrously lavish accommodations and choice of sports car bestowed upon them. Assuredly making the duo quite conflicted as to whom they were vying for in this match as Gwendolyn decided to take matters into her own hands by using those hands to twist Trent's arm's into angled rigidity after ducking herself to the side.

"And I do intend to gain quite the trophy before the night is-!!!" Gwendolyn found it ever so irksome to be discourteously interrupted whilst in mid-gloat, especially when it accompanies being so deftly countered and undone in one oil-slickened second. The snobbish aristocrat taking a swatting back-bump with a view of the roof-lights becoming swiftly blotted out by tanned muscles from all sides. Squirming from the grounded headlock that mushed his oil slathered pectorals against her dainty facials, Gwendolyn remained anchored down by The Masterpiece for several more vexing seconds that slowed down the match's pace to a crawl. Until the heiress stamped a boot into the ground and prompted herself to wriggle her noggin free and attempt to scramble herself atop Trent's broad back for a snug sleeperhold.

Engaging in some excellent chain wrestling, Gwen's hammerlock submission was quickly countered by Trent who ducked down and took a swipe at her lovely legs to take her down to the mat before pouncing on her by subjecting her in a grounded headlock. He made sure to press her face against his oiled pectoral muscles, making her cheek and face grind up against them to get them nice and oiled up in a part smother as well.

That fact was perhaps not appreciated by the blueblood who quickly used her feet to prop herself upwards before wiggling her way out of the grasp of the male wrestler. No doubt the oil played a part in her escape but that came with the territory of this match, they both had to adapt and take advantage of the conditions they were in.

Gwendolyn not only managed to escape but continue the trend of their chain wrestling, hopping onto his back to wrap her arm around his neck for a sleeperhold. The scent of her own special oil was intoxicating, no doubt there was a clear difference in the product he was given than to the one she was using. "Urgh" he grunted, struggling under her now.

The Masterpiece attempted to grab her forearm, trying to pry her hand off his neck all the while getting back up onto his feet while carrying Gwen on his back. Once back up, Trent attempted to back peddle to the corner and smack Gwen's back into the corner while having her sandwiched between his own body and the turnbuckle.

"Release me" he demanded.

Mere seconds into their foray and the substantial disparity between Master Trent and his able-bodied subordinates was as evident as the overbearing musculature purposefully grated down upon her mushed cheek in the grounded headlock. Gwendolyn recalled outmaneuvering those rambunctious Dominion members through no more than reflexive whims on her part, however it appeared that conquering the esteemed faction leader required more concerted and daresay, creative efforts. The noblewoman squirming and fidgeting her way out of the irksome and humid confinement of Trent's armpit with some much-appreciated assistance from their grease slickened surroundings. For now latching herself onto the strapping gentleman from behind with a clutched on retort to Trent's headlock.

Gwendolyn panting warmly against the nape of his neck with what was no small effort being asserted into the sleeperhold, a sniff of Trent's own choice in body oil indicating that the faction leader's expertise in choosing disciples did not translate to his decision making when it came to oiled fragrances. The squeezing of her arms meant to respond towards Trent's prying hands, but the heiress had little response to her adversary soldiering up to his sturdy legs. Then she was unwillingly backpedaled into a squashed slam between the turnbuckles and his brawny back. One that had Gwen grimace as she briefly slackened up against Trent from behind until she'd begin stepping onto the middle ropes. "If you insist..." Gwen breathed into his ear before hastily readjusting her sleeperhold into a brief side-headlock before attempting to vault forward into an oil splattering bulldog.

It was a battle of will, a battle of skill and a battle of two wrestlers who refused to be considered sub-ordinate to the other. There could only be one true leader of the Dominion and despite his massive respect towards the noble blueblood the question of nobility and leadership had to be settled in the ways of old i.e. combat! After some nice chain wrestling the Masterpiece found himself trapped in a sleeperhold. He had a plan, a plan he immediately spurred into action when he grabbed her arm and tried to pry it off his oiled neck while backing her up into the corner.

Eventually, Gwen would be backed up in the corner and his body would smack against her front as she was left sandwiched between Trent's body and the turnbuckle. With her hold loosened up, Trent assumed it would be an easy task to escape but he was wrong as the nifty blonde would step onto the middle turnbuckle to readjust the hold into another side headlock.

"Tch?!" he grunted once again trapped in a headlock but it did not last long because Gwen would vault herself forward while bringing Trent with her, slamming him face first onto the oiled mats. "Ahh! Oww" he moaned, clutching his face while having oil splattered all over his face and body. The Masterpiece would roll over onto his back, momentarily stunned.

Learning from one's mistakes is a valiant and enlightening personality trait that, while Gwendolyn cannot vehemently attest to its authenticity due to the outright scarcity upon which she actually commits errors, is one she earnestly hopes Trent now adheres to considering he never specified the manner in which he wished to be released. The devil is in the details, as they say. And the snobbish socialite was indeed feeling particularly devilish after overcoming Trent's substantial strength advantage in spectacularly elegant fashion. Gwendolyn's teal-tipped curls fluttering beauteously in the breeze as she committed herself to implanting the Dominion leader's handsome visage into the oiled over flooring below after vaulting off of the turnbuckle behind her.

"...*pant*...Ever the zestful challengers amongst Dominion's ranks, it seems. The mind wanders as to what astronomically lofty heights this faction will ascend to under mine own illustrious leadership~... " Gwendolyn pontificated with a smug smirk whilst seated beside the languishing Masterpiece, afterward primly arising and daintily striding towards the corner turnbuckle she had just launched herself from. The heiress than pressing her back against the padded corner before starting to ascend up towards the middle rope. A sublime showcasing of her flexibility on display as she lifted one of her legs skyward before attempting a diving split-legged leg drop upon Trent's defined pectorals. Situating herself there for a pinning predicament with her smoothly greased rump inches from his face if the maneuver connects.