Answering the Leader

Locked in a heated grapple, Trent did not expect Belinda to act so smart and break away from it, wrapping her arms around his waist and keeping in place. With her impressive ability and strength, she would lift the masterpiece up and slam him down on his back in a belly to side suplex.

His back smacked against the mat, spluttering oil a bit at the impact. Trent would lay on his back, arms and legs spread while moaning a bit. Belinda would crawl on her knees towards him, grabbing his legs and tucking them under her pits. With that, she would turn him over and sit on his back, pulling his legs back in a painful Boston Crab submission.

"Arrrghhh!" Trent would moan in pain, his hands passing through his hair whilst he shook his head, bearing the pain. A few moments in, he attempted to reach back and grab at her ankles, yanking at them and hoping the oiled conditions would help in getting her to trip and thus, break the hold.

Being outsmarted by the blonde, the Masterpiece first found himself slammed down on the oily mats when Belinda executed a perfect suplex and now, he was trapped in a painful Boston crab submission. Belinda would wrench back on his legs more and more, causing pain on his lower back.

The Masterpiece would find a quick solution, using the oiled conditions he would yank at Belinda's ankle causing the blonde to slip to her side. Belinda would scramble away from Trent and get back up on her knees while Trent would do the same, crawling up on all fours before quickly getting back up on his knees and turned to face his foe.

Immediately, Trent would throw himself at Belinda whilst she was on her knees as he attempted to wrap his arms around her waist and give her a firm squeeze, as tightly as he could.

The Masterpiece was impressed by Belinda, but he was still going to beat her and show her that she wasn't as good as she thought she was and beating Jacob didn't mean anything. On their knees, the two would slowly get ready for another clash but this time, Trent took charge and trapped Belinda in a bearhug.

He would squeeze her body as hard as he could, pulling her near his own frame to maximize the effectiveness his submission. Belinda would shake her head, her hand grabbing his shoulders and chin to push but ended up being slipped and slid off due to the oiled conditions of their fit bodies.

Trent would lean into her, resting his head on her shoulder while continuing to squeeze her back, shifting his arm down to her lower back and squeeze harder. "Hah...hah....submit?" he asked her.

Trent had a pretty solid grip on Belinda, his arms would squeeze her harder and harder. Despite the odd slip and slide of his arm around her back, he figured this was the best he could do in the oiled conditions. He kept her close to him, making their bodies grind against each other without an inch of space. He would rest his head on her shoulders, continuing to squeeze her harder and harder.

Belinda would firmly deny his question, still fighting against her male opponent. When she figured she can't escape just by powering out, the clever Swede would slip her right leg around Trent's left leg and give him a firm shove with her body.

"Nrgh whoaa, Oufff!" he cried out as he fell down on his back, with Belinda landing on top of him and free from the bearhug.

With the blonde now free from the bearhug, Trent was down on his back with Belinda on top. The two slipped and slid against each other, trying to scamper on top of each other to get a better position. Belinda had the advantage from where things were and she quickly shifted off him, getting forward to wrap her arm around his head to lock in a grounded headlock.

"Mmmfff Saaahh!! ARGH" Trent would moan and mumble against the side of her breast, Belinda had him yet again and she squeezed his head harder and harder. His body would jerk around, flipping and flopping before his hands soon reached up to grab her hair, yanking it back in an effort to loosen up her submission hold and squirm free.