The supermodels don’t know how to wrestle

“Woo! You’re going down, Vee!” Cher warned, making an aggressive face as she came forward, arms raised to attack.

“No, you’re going down! On me!” Evee replied, bobbing and weaving like she was in a boxing match.

“Wait won’t that mean I score on you?” Cher asked.

“Oh yeah! Nevermind! I’m going down on you!” Evee corrected with a giggle.

“Oh I’d like that!” Cher giggled back.

The supermodels locked up in the middle of the ring, but they weren’t putting any **** in their moves. It looked more like they were play-fighting. Jen wondered if she looked like this the first time she had a match. As the ladies playfully jostled back and forth like they were modeling for a photoshoot, she concluded that she definitely did not look like this. Jen just watched as the bikini-clad supermodels reenacted an old school beer commercial in front of her. All they were missing was a cooler full of beer to be poured on top of them.

Jennifer watched on passively, like the bystander that she was. She watched a lot of WSW videos and this was looking like a homemade reenactment of one. Jen wondered if she should intervene and remind them that they were in an actual wrestling match. She fumed at herself for thinking this would end up differently when Hayley was just as trivial about their match at the beginning too. She felt offended somehow that this was how these women looked at her sport. Still, she was a guest at their condo and this wasn’t an official match, so the referee held her tongue and let the two ‘wrestle’.

The models pushed and pulled as they lowered to the mat. They stood on their knees, arms still locked. Eventually, Evee threw herself onto Cher, landing with a giggle and a squeal. Cher rolled around, trying to get out but Evee stamped her arm down to block. She then mounted Cher and reached around the blonde’s back. In one quick motion, Evee had Cher’s bikini top untied and pulled off. Jen was actually impressed by the deftness of Evee’s maneuver. The model was well practiced in the art of putting on and taking off clothes.

“That’s five points to Evee!” Jen announced.

“That means I’m winning!” Evee declared, reaching down to fondle her roommate’s boobs.

“Ahhh! No!” Cher decried, covering herself and twisting from side to side. Using this momentum, she managed to roll all the way over and Evee fell underneath her. “Aha!” Cher cried out victoriously, then reached down and pulled off Evee’s bottoms. Evee even helped shimmy out of them.

“Five points Cher!” Jen called out.

Cher then lifted one of Evee’s legs and started to rub her roommate’s pussy. Evelyn made a pleasured face when Cher caressed her, even moaning out loud at the touch.

“Six… Seven…” Jen started counting out.

Suddenly Evee remembered she was in a competition. Her eyes darted at Cher with alarm and she snatched her opponent’s hand to keep it away from her pussy. It wasn’t the most orthodox wrestling move, but it stopped the count.

In response, Cher tried to **** her hand back onto Evee’s mound, but Evee was holding her off. Cher next pulled Evee’s hands instead of pushing. Evee got pulled up with them, landing on her face and allowing Cher to land on top of her, facing her bare ass. She was about to reach into Evee’s honeypot once more but Evee was already turning over. The pair started rolling around like greased pigs, trying to get on top of the other. They clutched and clawed, jockeying for position. Soon, the rest of their bikinis were torn away yet they continued to struggle for dominance.

Jennifer watched this all unfold, befuddled. It was unlike any WSW match she’d ever witnessed. It was more akin to a porn video of two hot ladies needing an excuse to get naked together.

“Ten points to Evee, Twelve to Cher,” Jen updated.

The wrestlers were breathing heavily at this point. Their bodies were still up for the task though. While their stamina proved that they kept in shape, they just lacked wrestling knowledge and training to get them ahead. Jen felt an urge to coach them, tell them ways to get out of holds they were doing, or how to do the holds properly, but she was supposed to be an impartial judge so had to keep it all to herself.

Evee tried to split Cher’s legs for easy access, but pinning both feet apart and getting a hand up Cher’s cooter proved untenable. Cher easily jostled her off and quickly crawled over to capitalize. She wrapped herself around the short haired brunette, hugging her from behind. Evee rolled onto her back but this didn’t free her from Cher’s grip. Cher reached down and started to rub Evee’s pussy.

“Cher for thirteen, fourteen!” Jen counted. She was relieved that they were finally finding some actual wrestling holds.

Evee rolled back onto her front.

“Fifteen…”

Evee powered herself to her feet, picking up Cher with her. Cher had to adjust her grip to stay on, ending her scoring. Evee then heaved Cher over, trying to flip her off her shoulders. Cher didn’t have a good enough grip, so went flying, rotating 180 degrees before landing with a thud on the mat. It was a sight to behold. Jen took a moment to register what just happened before realizing that Evee was mounting her opponent and shoving her fingers inside her pussy.

“Twelve! Fourteen!” Jen quickly started counting.

Cher was dazed and the count got up to twenty before she regained her composure. She looked down to see Evee’s ass in front of her, mounted on her belly. She hooked her legs under Evee’s arms and pulled her down to the mat, pinning her in place with her ass tilted up in the ait. Cher could then easily lean in and start eating out her opponent.

“Cher with seventeen, nineteen!” Jen counted with enthusiasm. Her heart started pounding now that the ladies were showing some competitiveness. With the back and forth, she was now invested in who would end up winning.

Evee rolled and flipped Cher over so that they reversed positions, diving into her opponent’s muff.

“Evee with twenty two!” Jen counted.

Cher flipped Evee over.

“Cher, Twenty one!”

They went back and forth several times like this, making Jen appreciate the level of skill the WSW refs had to have to keep up with all this action. By the time Cher and Evee reached thirty one and thirty points respectively, they had run out of ring space.

“Ring out!” Jen called out. “Wrestlers back to the center!”

The pair decoupled and got up, eyeing each other with fiery intent as they marched back to the middle. Jen could tell they had caught the bug of competition. She glanced at the time. Only twenty seconds left. Anything could happen.

Since there was no clear aggressor when they went out of bounds, Jen had them start out normally with no advantage. They faced off like the beginning of their bout, only this time, they tensed up and raised their arms in legitimate guards. They were ready to compete.

“And GO!” Jen called out, starting the action once more.