Answering the Leader

Trent was totally caught off guard by that jawbreaker, he didn't expect Belinda to break out of the Masterlock like that and now the Masterpiece was down on his back, stunned. He would take a moment to catch his breath, rubbing his jaw while panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Belinda would slowly push up onto her knees and turn to face Trent who's abs were glistening in oil and totally exposed. The blonde would raise her hands above her head an clasp them together before bringing them down onto the gut of Trent, not once not twice but three times, totally knocked the wind out of the Masterpiece.

"Guuughh! Owww....*cough*" he groaned, totally winded out and laid there on his back with his arms and legs spread wide.

Dropping Trent down and knocking the wind out of him by nailing him with that jawbreaker, she watched him lie down on his back. Coughing out a bit, Belinda would turn around and then try and grab a handful of Trent's short hair, looking to guide him up towards his feet. He was a bit bigger than her in terms of size but the Swede figured she could still pull this off.

Since there was no referee the best way to do this would be with a submission hold. She would in turn try and guide Trent up to a full stand before she would attempt to wrap her arms around that body of his, seeking to trap his arms against his sides. Where she would start to squeeze, looking to lift him up off of his feet and lock in a bearhug!

The jawbreaker left the Masterpiece stunned, he didn't expect Belinda to escape the Masterlock. Trent was now down on his back, recovering from the pain in his jaw when he felt Belinda slam a double ankle fist into his abs three times to leave him winded out and struggle to catch his breath.

This made the blonde's next plan of action simple, she would grab him by the hair and pull him up to his feet. Once up, she would wrap her arms around his body to set him up. "W-what are you doing?" he would moan, struggling weakly.

In an impressive display of strength, the topless female would pull Trent up and squeeze him as hard as she could, trapping him in a bearhug submission. "Arrrghhh!" Trent screamed in pain, squirming in the grip of Belinda. He couldn't believe she was so skilled.

After a while of struggling and squirming, he had enough of wrestling this woman. "E-enough, I submit Belinda. No more" he pleaded.

Belinda managed to get the dazed and confused Trent up to his feet by pulling him up by his short hair. Hauling him up so they were face to face and then pressed her bare torso against his, oily frames slipping a bit against one another as Belinda then hugged him tightly. Lifting Trent up off of her feet she started to squeeze and torment him in a bearhug!

It looked as if Trent wasn't going to fight for too long as his squirming slowed and he soon would submit to her. Upon hearing it, Belinda would release him and let him down down onto his back.

Panting out a bit as she would place her hands on her hips. " Phew...well looks like you have some stuff to admit, and you've got someone to apologize to now."

The double axle hands to the abs left the Masterpiece winded enough for Belinda to grab him and pull his body up to his feet, the blonde cutie would meet him face to face before trapping him in a firm bearhug. Trent had been subjected to many submissions move in this bout and this latest one was enough for him to throw in the towel, submitting to the blonde who had really shown him what she could do.

Once he tapped out, Belinda would let him go and drop him down. Trent would grunt as he laid there on his back, arms and legs spread wide whilst he moaned. Belinda would stand tall and proud, hands on her hip as she demanded Trent hold his part of the bargain.

"Owww shit....ugh. F-fine, I'll admit it. I admit I was wrong about you and about Jacob. He is a good wrestler and so are you, I'll apologize to him for what I said about him" he would admit hesitantly.

Belinda would nod her head as she stood over Trent as she listened on to the leader of the Dominion. A smile on her face as she got him to admit that. " Good thing. Now perhaps you'll be a bit more friendly from now on." Belinda said as she would bring her right hand up to her hair, ruffling her own short blond mane.

" Though, I think you might be one of the top ten cattiest fighters I've met." The blond let out with a chuckle following her words. She'd then bring that hand down and offer to help Trent up to his feet. If he accepted the help, she'd then nod to him, shake his hand and then turn around to leave and rinse herself off from all the oil.