As she pressed up against Alexa, Danielle could certainly tell that tension was building in her fellow model-turned-wrestler. She knew the message that Danielle wanted to put across to her, and from the look on her face, she had received it. Danielle's disposition, however, was quite different, as she simply met Alexa with a smirk of confidence. Nothing could possibly tell the redhead she was anything but the best around at what she did, and the competition would have to know that.
With the first few shots being taken, it was time to move on to the next hold. Danielle had to roll her eyes at the idea of the director not even knowing the name of the move he was looking for. "Oh, please," she remarked, "you don't even know the name of the moves? Why do these idiots even let you in a wrestling venue, then?" This was not without irony for Danielle, who probably couldn't have described a rear naked choke if she was forced to at gunpoint. But no one in the studio needed to know that.
Before she knew it, however, she had been pulled into the hold, as Alexa wrapped an arm around her throat to pull her closer. Even with the warning, Danielle didn't seem to take it well, coughing and gagging. "Careful with that, you-!" she began to say as Alexa gripped her by the neck, her hands stretching out before her as she grasped aimlessly at the air. What she couldn't expect was for Alexa to go against the plan and grab Danielle by the breast, causing her to emit a squeal of surprise. Dani broke away from Alexa with a pout afterward, dusting herself off and fixing her bra to make sure it hadn't slipped. It did make her smirk to hear the director admonish her; surely he was on her side. And if not, it wouldn't be hard to convince him with her feminine wiles, of course.
When she heard that the next hold would go to her, Danielle was perfectly well pleased. It had been irritating to have to look like she was taking the hit for Alexa beforehand, but a relatively forgivable offense; all it would do would be to make her inevitable victory look even better when she had to put up with her bullshit before. Now, though, she had the perfect opportunity for revenge, and her excitement showed from the beaming look on her face. "Oh, I'll be happy to, monsieur," she said, turning to Alexa with a knowing look before she, with a degree of force perhaps out of place for a simple photoshoot, grabbed Alexa by the head before shoving her face firmly between her breasts. She sat up straight, posing tall and proud as the cameras flashed around her, while she held down on the back of Alexa's head to keep her in place.
"Right, good-!" the director said. "Good emotion, very dynamic shot...they'll love this." Always amenable to praise, Dani nodded along with this, before he announced the next position. "Danielle, I need you to get down on the bed now. Alexa, you lie on top of her with an armbar-"
"Excusez-moi," Danielle butted in, suddenly frowning. "Do you have to give her all the good shots? Nobody would ever believe she could stand a chance against me! No one will pay us any attention if you publish...such a farce!"