The supermodels want to wrestle

“You mean to tell me that you’re all actual bonafide fashion models?!” Jennifer exclaimed in disbelief.

“We sure are! We do shows, commercials, all sorts of things! You might have seen Evee in the Clearall skincare commercial and Ava was in last summer’s swimsuit edition of Athletics Monthly!” Cher announced proudly.

“Aww, Cher’s too humble to admit it, but she gets the most gigs out of all of us,” Ava deflected. She was sat up and facing the back of the couch so she could face Jen and Hayley. “You ever go to Bloomingtons? The high end fashion boutique?”

“I don’t really wear stylish clothes…” Jen admitted sheepishly, “But I’ve peeked inside the window whenever I pass through.”

“You know the mannequins there?” Ava asked.

Jen’s eyes widened as she thought of the display pieces at Bloomingtons. The figure and face did seem familiar, now that she thought of it. She turned to Cher and sized her up, doing a double take. “That’s you?!” she asked the model.

Cher giggled. “I guess I don’t look ‘high end fashion’ in my workout gear.”

“Oh, but you look good in anything if that mannequin is you…” Jen responded quietly. She blushed, mentally kicking herself for saying that out loud.

“Aww! You’re so precious!” Cher smiled warmly, brushing her hair.

“So this is your wrestling friend?” she asked Hayley.

“Sure is!” Hayley responded, jumping onto the new subject. “She knows all there is to know about Women’s Submission Wrestling!”

“Well… I don’t know everything…” Jen sheepishly admitted.

“Sounded like you knew what you were talking about with that match,” Evee replied, nodding her head to the screen.

“Yeah, you can say that I’m a fan,” Jen shrugged.

“That’s great! You’re just the person we’re looking for!” Cher said, placing her hands on Jennifer’s shoulders.

“What for?” Jen asked.

“Well, to ensure we’re doing it right!” Cher replied. “We want to wrestle submission matches!”

The thought of the three supermodels rolling around the mat submission wrestling sent the fledgling competitor reeling. This was something that people would pay to watch! She felt totally under qualified to be their teacher.

“I’m sorry, I can’t coach you guys, I’m barely a wrestler myself!” she openly admitted. “Couldn’t you hire a professional? I mean, it would probably cost money, but I’m sure you could afford it… I do know some people, I could find someone for you, from the WSW organization.”

Jennifer’s mind went to Monica who was a former WSW competitor. The physiotherapist was retired from wrestling, but she must have contacts she could direct Jen to.

“No, you’ll be perfect,” Cher affirmed. “We want to keep our wrestling low profile. We don’t want the media catching wind of our side-hobbies. It wouldn’t be good for our rep. We’re under contract with a reputable model agency and they have strict rules against any sort of pornography. Just watching WSW could get us into trouble. That’s why we trusted Hales to bring you here. She’s open to our tastes and can keep a secret!”

Jen looked at Hayley, who had made herself comfortable in Ava’s lap. She was smiling blankly until her name was mentioned, then she noticed Jen’s stare. “Oh yeah! No talking about this to others!” she remembered.

“Like you talked about our thing with everyone here?” Jen retorted.

“That was different. Cher and the others wanted something fun to do and when you introduced me to your hobby, I showed them some of the videos and told them what we did and they were really into it and wanted to give it a try!”

Jennifer was about to go into it with her roommate about ends not justifying the means, but Cher took her hand, drawing her attention.

“Will you help us, Jen? We’d really love it if you shared your knowledge with us! Maybe officiate our match to make sure we’re doing things right?”

They all looked at Jen for her decision. The supermodel’s hand holding hers was definitely impacting her decision. She sighed. “OK, I’ll help. I’ll keep it quiet too. I’m not interested in advertising my pastimes either.”

“OOH! Wonderful!” Cher responded, hopping joyfully before pulling Jen in for a hug. “Let me show you to the gym!”

Without letting go, Cher guided Jen back out to the hallway as the others followed behind. On the other end of the hall was the door to a personal gym. It was smaller than a public one but fitted with high end elliptical trainers, treadmills with screens and loads of mirrors. Jennifer’s eyes wandered in awe.

“Is this all yours?” Jen asked Cher.

“It’s part of the lease,” Cher explained. “The agency we’re under owns it, but we get full private use while we’re under contract.”

“You all live together?”

“Yeah, we have our own rooms upstairs,” Evee chimed in. “It makes group shoots easier since we can drag each other to the venue on time even if most of us are still hungover!” she laughed.

“Plus, we motivate each other to keep in shape by doing group exercises, such as wrestling!” Cher added.

They walked all the way to the back of the gym where there was a door to a smaller room. It was about the size of a walk-in closet. Inside, a WSW ring mat was set up.

“Woah! You have the official ring mat?” Jen asked, noticing the WSW emblem on the center of the ring.

“Yep, fully equipped with officially branded WSW equipment!” Cher said proudly. “Just came in yesterday! They’re very discreet with their deliveries.”

Jen nodded. “So, have you had matches already?”

“We’ve messed around, but we couldn’t really keep track of the score,” Cher explained, looking over at Evee. The tall brunette smirked and the two shared a giggle. Jen took it as them being unable to concentrate on the match. She didn’t blame them, looking at their bodies. “Actually,” Cher added, “That’s one of the reasons we were hoping you could help. We could use a referee for our matches!”

“Referee?” Jen wondered out loud. “Usually we keep track of the score ourselves…”

“Like I said, we could never really keep track…” Cher repeated, still eyeing Evee as the other giggled.

Jennifer never considered being an official. In fact, she’s never even had one in her own matches. It hasn’t really posed an issue with her and her opponents, but in hindsight, there was no way to tell if they were being accurate with their scoring either. It helped to count the score out loud, but there were times where counting wasn’t conducive to the situation, like when she had to use her mouth to score the points. There was no question that a third person would make scorekeeping much easier.

“How hard could it be?” Hayley asked.

“Well, not that hard if you know how the scoring works,” Jen admitted.

“Which you do,” Hayley pointed out. Jen knew Hayley was pushing the subject to get her to take the job. With Ava hanging onto her, Jen could guess why she wanted her help so badly.

“When were you planning on having a match?” Jen asked.

“Well, right now if you’re willing!” Cher replied with a grin.

“Now?”

“We have the whole day for you!” Hayley told Cher. It was the end of the day so all their classes were complete. They were free for the rest of the night. Hayley left no excuses for Jen to back out.

“Alright,” Jen shrugged. She wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to see these models get physical.

“Wonderful!” Cher clapped. “Do you want to change into a ref outfit? I had one ordered in your. Hayley gave me your size.”

“Oh… OK, sure!” Jen agreed, going along with whatever was happening now. She would have to find out exactly how much Hayley told the models about her later. “Wait, so all of you are going to wrestle?” Jen asked, looking at each of the girls. “Who goes first?”