Answering the Leader

Trent Masters aka 'The Masterpiece' was not content after learning that Jacob had lost to Belinda. Upon meeting the blonde, he was even more furious about the whole thing which lead him to challenging Belinda to a one on one private oil wrestling match. He would prove to her that she wasn't as tough as she thought.  

So today, Trent was going to change his mood when he finally beats the blonde and puts this discussion away. The Masterpiece was in the locker room, having just showered and put on some deodorant. He was looking good, feeling good and smelling good. The regal man would slip into his blue wrestling briefs and nothing else, before putting on a bath robe and flip-flops.

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It was almost time to meet his blonde rival in their private wrestling room, so Trent grabbed his gym bag and made his way out. Walking down the hallway, he had a grin on his face and stopped infront of the door that lead to their private wrestling room. The Masterpiece made his way inside and began to flick open the lights and exhaust. The room was quite spacious and was fully matted with blue wrestling mats. Trent would zip open his bag to get a bunch of bottles of oil out and began to pour them on top of the mats, getting the mats nice and oiled up. Stepping to the corner of the mats, Trent would remove his bathrobe and kick off his flip-flops and started to do some stretching and warm-ups up, getting ready to oil himself soon while waiting for Belinda.

Belinda wasn't too sure about this competition, she couldn't claim she was any expect when it came to wrestling in various substances, her record with it was spotty at best, but she was rather confident in her chances at beating Trent, mostly because she had sort of made a promise to Jacob. So she felt like she had to prove Trent wrong in this case.

Stepping out from the locker room with a robe covering her fame as she walked out into the private wrestling room. Seeing Trent there she would watch Trent stand at the corner, where she would move in and start to remove her own robe, revealing her bikini.  

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" Well, here I am Trent. Ready to admit that you're wrong or want to wait until you've been wrestled down?"

Trent would wait patiently for Belinda in their private wrestling room. He would pass the time by stretching up and limbering before the match, even pouring oil on the mats to get it nice and oiled up. Eventually, the blonde cutie did show up, wearing a robe of her own. Trent would remain stoic in his expression, only giving her a nod as she entered the room.

When she removed her robe to reveal her bikini, showing off her impressive physique Trent would size her up, looking her up from head to toe. Belinda spoke first and Trent would simply shrug his shoulders before walking towards Belinda, going head to head with her.

"I must admit you've kept yourself in good shape Belinda. However, you're too confident- way too confident for your own good. I'm going to prove to you that you aren't as good as you think. This is one wrestling match that you cant win, Belinda" he hissed, pressing up against her for a brief second.

Trent would then back up, going to the middle of the mats and then feeling the oiled mats before getting down on his knees and calling for Belinda to do the same. "Come, it'll be easier if we oiled each other up" he suggested.

It seemed as if the overly confident Trent wasn't all that happy about Belinda throwing some of that attitude back in his face. She would shrug her shoulders a bit as he moved forward, going right up against the young blond as he pressed up against her, chest against chest.

Belinda would narrow her eyes a little at his words, before she'd feel him move away and getting on his knees. Belinda would join him down on her knees, as she would hear that offer. " Right, sure." Belinda spoke out as she would aim to grab a hold of one of the oil bottles and start to pour it out over Trent's shoulders.

The two would stare each other down and Belinda was unflinching. The Masterpiece was content at that, he wanted to wrestle her at her best and seeing how she was not intimidated by him it would prove to be a tough contest. All he had to do was beat her and end her overconfidence, which would teach her a lesson in humility.

Trent backed up and sat on his knees and soon Belinda joined him as the two sat infront of each other, face to face. Belinda popped open the oil bottle and pour it on his shoulder and Trent did the same. The Masterpiece would rub her shoulders gently, spreading the oil over her neck, her arms and shoulder blades.

Trent would then pop open another bottle of oil and pour some on his palms before massaging her underarms, her ribs and then he started to move over to her abs, massaging them and rubbing the oil over her body to oil her front up. "You've kept yourself in good shape but that wont be enough to beat me Belinda" he commented.

Trent would pour more oil on her thighs, rubbing his hands to spread the oil evenly around her thighs. "There! You want me to do your back?or we'll oil up as we grapple around?" he smirked.

Belinda would eye Trent as he massaged in the oil on her body, making sure to get it throughout her frame, from her shoulders, to her arms, down to her sides and her abs, next came her thighs. The Swede would shake her head a little at his comment. Waiting for him to finish up as her started to rub her thighs in with that oil.

She would next, hear him ask that question about rubbing up her back. " Nah, I'm good. Besides, I've still got to make sure you're all oiled up." Belinda spoke as she would pour out the oil over his shoulders. Rubbing it in over his muscular arms, down his sides over his abdominal muscles. All the way down to his thighs as well. Nearly mimicking the way that Trent had done it.

After which she would toss the bottle to the side and then look on at Trent intently. " So, when I beat you. You'll have to go and tell Jacob that you're sorry and that you were wrong. Wouldn't hurt if you threw in a line or two about how you underestimated me on top of that."

Trent was ready to test himself against Belinda, once she was considered a rookie with potential but today she was considered to be one of the best around. Still, the Masterpiece was confident in his chances against her. He made sure to do justice to her beautiful body, oiling her up and massaging her body as best as he could. Once done, it was now Belinda's turn. He took a deep breath and relaxed himself as Belinda would pour the oil on his body and he had to admit, she did a good job herself.

Once done, she tossed the bottle aside and now there was nothing getting in the way between the two to battle for supremacy. He would look back at her, both hungry to prove the other wrong. Trent would nod towards her, "That's right. I'll do all of that IF you manage to beat me" he once again reiterated that fact.

Trent would close in the gap before putting his hands on her shoulders, gripping her tightly to get in position for a grapple. "I'm ready to wrestle Belinda" he said, nodding at her. He would wait for her to put her hands on his shoulders and once she would, he would press himself into her and try to out-grapple her in an effort to take her down on the mats.

"Nrrghh" he would grunt.

Belinda would place her hands on Trent's shoulders as she would start to struggle against the Masterpiece, when both of them were ready they began! She would feel Trent push and struggle against her, trying to out grapple her and she could already feel her knees slipping a little on the mats...

The Swede knew she had to do something to fight against this, and would act quickly to do so. Her arms would reach up and try and loop around Trent's head, trying to yank it down and turn sideways. Aiming to pull Trent's head into a side headlock as she would put a squeeze on it.

Trent was anxious to see how good Belinda could be, especially when there was some pride and stakes on the line. He wanted to test himself against Belinda while the two were going at it hard and see who would come out on top. Starting off with a classic grapple, both were on their knees with their hands on each others shoulders and soon after, they pressed into each other trying to out-grapple the other.

After the initial stalemate, Trent seemed to be pushing Belinda back as her knees slid against the oiled mats. This prompted the blonde to change tactics and she quickly bring her arms up off his shoulders and wrap them around Trent's head, pulling his head down and t rapping him in a side headlock.

His head was pressed against the side of her breasts as he struggled about, snuggling into her. "Nrghh" he grunted before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him, squeezing her back in a submission trade off.

Pulling Trent into a firm side-headlock, Belinda would quickly start to put pressure on that head of the Tension wrestler, she would wrench and turn to try and add a bit more problem for Trent. Though it looked as if he had plans to combat what Belinda was doing, as she felt how his arms wrapped around her waist and started to squeeze and pull her closer.

Belinda winced a little at the squeezing that Trent was putting her through, but she wasn't about to release him that easily. Belinda would push upwards, trying to get up towards her feet and pull Trent up with her, before attempting to twist and throw Trent over her hips with a simple hiptoss, as she would try and drop him down onto his back, keeping the side-headlock tightly locked in.