Photoshoot Gone Astray (For CaptainL)

[TheSuitedOwl]

It didn't take long before someone was finally sent to fetch Alexa from her dressing room back to the studio. Though she was now wearing a red satin robe and had been spending the last few minutes of her's reading a magazine which didn't help much to calm her down but at the very least she wasn't . Though for how long that would last was still up in the air.

“Well?” Alexa pensively asked as the Director nervously shifted from one foot to other not at all liking how much in the hot seat he was right now and with an audible sigh he would begin.
“Would you be willing to... reconsider Ale-”

“I thought I asked you to settle the matter? Not backstab me while I was away.” Alexa cut in as the Director winced against such harsh words but would nonetheless pressed on. “No one here is backstabbing anyone but I gotta get this thing back on schedule. An-”

“So you want me to rollover for that bitch. Which
leaves me as what? a sideshow? A prop?” Alexa angrily thought out loud as she got more visible irritated at the idea of giving in to Danielle's demands.

“Easy, just take a breather Alexa and hear me ou-”

“The answer is no. Am barely starting out and I refuse to be used to prop-up SOME TALENTLESS HACK! WHO PROBABLY COULDN'T WRESTLE OUT OF A PAPER BAG!” Alexa finished making sure that Danielle heard the last part as she stared fiercely towards her rival. Almost as if challenging her to do something about it.

[CaptainL]

Back out on stage, Danielle leaned back with her hands behind her head, content in herself. She let out a sigh, enjoying a moment of peace while the director dealt with Alexa. Just as she had hoped for, she'd been able to get the irritating little worm out of her hair, and now, thanks to her particular assets, she'd been able to get the outcome of their "match" steered in a direction more conducive to her purposes. All she had to do was kick back and wait, and soon she would get back on track - and Alexa would be put in a place where she belonged.

Though, it was beginning to dawn on Danielle that the director seemed to be taking an awfully long time...

Grumbling to herself, the redhead turned over on her side, facing one of the cameramen who had lingered here. "What's taking him so long?" she scoffed. "I have better things to do with my time than lie around all day. Why don't you go get-"

Just then, though, Danielle heard a voice. An all too familiar voice, and spoken loudly enough for her to hear. She shot up into a seated position, a frown crossing her face as she sighed an irritated grunt. "Hold that thought..." she said, turning her attention back towards the door, where she saw Alexa watching her from. Obviously, there were matters that needed to be attended to here. And she would not stand for being badmouthed in any studio she stepped into - an act that clearly declared it as her own!

Getting up from the bed, Danielle stormed over to face down Alexa, glowering at her with her hands on her hips. "Excusez-moi!? Perhaps you shouldn't go casting around such foul words when you can't back them up..."

[TheSuitedOwl]

To the abject horror of the Director. He watched the growing tension between his models and would once again try to squash it before it got out of hand. “Ladies we don't need to do this. Am sure we ca-”

“I don't need to prove anything. It's as plain as that growing waistline around your hips are. And why else would you make it a point to steal my spotlight? A rookie as one would but it.” Alexa hissed as she slow closed the distance between them until their faces were meer inches from one another. “So why don't you do us all a favor and get out... Hack.” Alexa growled to finish her point as the Director would nervously glance between his two models unsure what could possibly happen next.

[CaptainL]

"Growing-?!" Danielle gasped, her eyes narrowing into a piercing glare. Denigrating her skills as a wrestler was one thing, but this? This was just too far. Her teeth clenched, and she had to hold in the urge to deliver a pointed slap to Alexa then and there. But she had other things to say. She couldn't just run into this like some common brute, not when she had a message to make.

She leaned in towards Alexa just the same, the two of them growing so close that they could practically feel each other's breath against them, their breasts grazing one another's. Danielle stood as tall as she could manage, her body tense and her hands on her hips. Alexa was a match for her in most respects, the two just about eye to eye with one another, but the redhead would hate to allow her to claim anything superior, even if that meant she had to elevate her on her toes for a moment. "You would dare call me a hack? When I come from a proud French family, in the land of utmost culture, of refinement that you American dogs couldn't even bear to imagine? You have an awful lot of nerve...and I'll have you know, I've been in this business longer than you have. Not only as a wrestler, but I've been gracing magazines and studios with my glorious presence while you were, what? Parading yourself in those silly pageants some charlatan dreamed up to drive tourism? It's foolish that you could even think yourself to be on my level!"

Just then, Dani's hands shot out, aiming to shove back on Alexa's shoulders in a challenge to her. She would prove in no uncertain terms what was on her mind. "Perhaps THIS will show you who can't wrestle their way out of a paper bag!" she shouted. As soon as the words had left her mouth, Danielle would charge forward, moving to try and tackle Alexa to the ground if she didn't act fast enough.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Refusing to be intimidated Alexa stood firmly in place. Her hands crossed under her bust as she stared down Danielle. Completely unimpressed by her lip service about the silver spoon in her mouth. However, Alexa's fists would start to ball up at the mention of her pageantry career.

Though even before Alexa could even retort back she would be roughly shoved away. Stumbling a few steps back before finally catching herself. Infuriated she planned to deliver a hard slap as retribution but before she even could she would be tackled onto the ground. As Alexa heard the Director yell in protest but as far as Alexa was concerned with he might as well be in a different planet.

With a pained groan Alexa fell onto her back as Danielle took a precarious position on top but Alexia was hardly going to let that go unpunished. As she immediately gripped a set of Danielle's hair to yank her to the side in hopes of taking the dominant position and if successful quickly follow it up by smashing Danielle's head against the carpeted floor to get her disorientated. “What was that slut!? You can't wrestle out of paper bag! Now isn't that a fucking shame!"

[CaptainL]

The director had tried to calm down the tension steadily climbing to a boiling point between the two models, but it was far too late. His words fell unheard on Danielle's ears, as the redhead pounced on top of Alexa, tackling her to the floor. A smug grin crossed her face as she found herself atop Alexa, taking the dominant position - a position she found suited herself quite well.

But Dani had little time to enjoy this, as Alexa was ready for her. A moment later she felt a sharp pain in her scalp as Alexa took hold of a fistful of her hair, using it for the leverage she needed to throw her over to the side. Danielle went rolling over with a groan as Alexa came on top of her, but even the soreness in her scalp was nothing compared to the dull thud she would soon feel, having her head slammed against the carpet! Danielle could feel her vision starting to blur as the blow had left her stunned, letting out a low groan as she sprawled back on the floor. However, even still, she was in no mood to simply lay down and give the victory to Alexa.

"Well...just you wait and SEE how I can wrestle!" Danielle shouted back, though the haze going through her head at the moment was preventing her from doing much more. As soon as she cleared her mind, however, she was already sure that she would be making Alexa sorry for this.

[TheSuitedOwl]

“Then why don't we go see how much of a loser you are.” Alexa hissed before driving a fist into Danielle's gut before dragging the woman back to her feet by her hair.

“Alexa stop! please!” Alexa could faintly hear through her rage as she stood up with Danielle close behind. Her face taking a rather sinister look as she caught sight of a catering table nearby and without further deliberation would begin dragging her red headed coworker in that direction.

Though once she was there she planned to repeatedly smash Danielle's head into the random assortment of food spread out. Donut's, breakfast burritos, omlutes, etc though thankfully for Danielle most of it by now was either warm or annoyingly cold.

[CaptainL]

Stunned as she was by taking a good few blows to the head, Dani was dazed enough for Alexa to use her grip on her hair to haul her up from the floor. Even as she was forced to her feet, she had only an unsteady footing on the floor beneath her, and as Alexa headed off, she had no choice but to follow blunderingly behind.

She was just starting to regain lucidity right on time for the two to arrive by the table, enough for her to shout back with a rebuttal to her opponent - a description that, by this point, had become quite real. "Unhand me at once, you-!" was all she had to say before she was slammed down into the plates. Food splattered over her face and the tables and walls, while the impact rattled the table and knocked off a few cups and pieces of silverware. Danielle was only growing angrier and angrier by the minute at such an indignity - she had put so much work into her makeup, she thought, and now it was going to be ruined, by this talentless upstart little brat? She wouldn't let her get away with this, if she had anything to say about it!

Trying her best to fight back, Danielle reached up to try and pull Alexa's hands from her hair, grimacing in fury. At the same time, she aimed a kick behind her, hoping it would be enough to disorient Alexa long enough to turn the tide in her favor. And all the while the crew had drawn back to the sidelines, not wanting to get involved. Either they knew better than to get in the middle of the two, or they were content to watch. Perhaps both.

[TheSuitedOwl]

With a tight grip against Danielle's hair, Alexa after having repeatedly slammed the redheaded bitch against the table. Would start to grind Danielle's face against the breakfast burritos thanks to how greasy the stuff was and having a strong inkling that Danielle probably wouldn't like it.

"Oh does the little piggy want to- Aha!" Alexa would start to taunt but would be quickly cut short with a wild kick that got her off guard and forced her to lose her hold. However before Danielle could press any further Alexa would quickly shove her away to give herself more time to recover from the hit.

[CaptainL]

Even as she was free from Alexa's grip, Danielle's mood showed no signs of improving. Having her face shoved into a whole pile of breakfast burritos...what a nauseating thought, she said to herself, her face still showing a grimace of disgust. And to make matters worse, the upstart little slut had to throw her down into the table at the last minute, and her nose still felt sore from the impact, even as she pushed herself back up to her feet. Danielle tried to wipe her face clean, using her arm, but regardless of how questionable the success of the gesture might have been given the redhead's state of dress, she still didn't look any happier afterward.

"Oh, please," Dani scoffed at the comment, her eyebrows narrowing towards Alexa. "You only wish you could boast of my figure!" The fact that the two of them were strikingly similar in height and build didn't seem to change Danielle's mind either way, as she was determined to cut down Alexa any way she could.

Even with Alexa getting her distance from the redhead, Danielle still had a trick up her sleeve, noting that Alexa still had her bathrobe on, giving her more to grab a hold of in the hopes of controlling her rival's motion. She shot a hand out towards Alexa, looking to catch her by the hem of her robe, and by giving a tug on it, to give her a taste of her own medicine by flinging her forward into the table!