Trent Masters vs. Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt

Respect is something that is definitely earned in the wrestling business and while the Masterpiece did respect Gwendolyn's ability and her accomplishments in the wrestling business, he was not going to show her too much respect so as to allow her to shine over himself in this competition. In competition, things get to get a bit heated as was the case here as Trent would would declare that his legacy would trump the noblewoman of AFW's while he yanked her hair to pull her up to a seated position.

From there, he trapped her in a body scissor and sleeper hold before taking her down to the side and began to squeeze the life out of her using both his legs and arms. His grip tightened around her, their oiled frames pressed against each other while Trent would focus in doing his best to constrict her. His demand of either tapping or napping was met with silence, apart from the grunting of her struggling but her arm was raised up high to show that she was not going to do either.

"Nrgh! I said....submit!" he once again said, emphasizing his point of submission with a hard jerk and squeeze until her elbow struck against his abdomen once, then again and again. Each blow served to weaken his grip until the several strikes loosened both of his submission holds considerably!

Envious though other lovelorn damsels may have been upon witnessing Gwendolyn become swathed within Trent's masterfully strengthened embrace whilst settled on their side as if spooning underneath silken bedsheets, the Snobbish Blueblood nevertheless sought only to liberate herself from the exhausting strain of the brawn torqued maneuver. Perfectly applied as befitting Trent's moniker with Gwendolyn being whittled down within her adversary's grease slathered warmth and seemingly anchored down to the canvas. A rose-colored blush once ascertaining what was the swell of his package against her own royal curvature, a fitting impetus if any to concede that these desperate times indeed required desperate measures.

One spiked elbow strike swiftly followed by another until the heiress garnered enough leeway to attain freedom via squirming to a splayed-out splat with about foot of space between them. Gwendolyn's heaving bosom matching her breathing rate but summoning the willpower to again ascend back up to her feet and approaching the Masterpiece from behind. A tightened waistlock bearing down upon him from behind with fulsome breasts mushed against his broad back and inner thighs hugging his hips. "I considered...*pant*...a third option..." Oil-slathered closeness upended by the empowered aristocrat gnashing her teeth and attempting a release German Suplex upon her masterful foe onto the back of his head and shoulders.

With the first fall having already been picked up by Gwendolyn, the Masterpiece had to make sure this second fall had to be his no matter what. With that in mind, he had amped up his efforts in subduing the noble blueblood and the suffocating submission move was evidence of those efforts. He was effectively spooning his opponent in trying to squeeze the life out of her while she was struggling in the sleeper and scissor hold and at the same time trying to suppress any feelings of pleasure he may have bee experiencing thanks to the proximity.

No doubt it would have been the same for Gwen, who eventually managed to break free from the submission thanks to a couple of well timed elbow strikes. With Trent reeling from the pain and slow to get back up to his feet, he was caught by the blonde in a waistlock which seamlessly transitioned into a German suplex. His eyes went wide when he was lifted up off the mat and slammed down onto the back of his head and shoulders, being left sprawled out on his back while moaning in pain and clutching the back of head.

The crowd cheered on despite their urge not to cheer for the snobbish blueblood which was a testament of the skill in landing that move despite the oiled conditions.