Picture This

Jeong Soo Yun had done wrestling photo shoots before, but this was her first with AFW, and that alone was enough to give her a gut feeling that something would be very different about this one.

Somewhat to her surprise, the set looked less like something tied to wrestling, and more like something she would’ve expected to see from a professional modeling agency. A sort of half-room had been constructed, white walls erected on three sides and a matching color on the floor. It had no ceiling, leaving room for one of their large lights overhead to help illuminate the space, while other lamps both large and small were posted to light the space as needed from just about any angle. She might not have even been able to guess that this shoot would be wrestling-themed if not for their instruction for her to wear her usual ring gear, as well as the poses they had her doing.

Jeong Soo Yun:

It began standard enough. Lots of bicep flexing and fighting poses, postures designed to put her muscle tone on display, and just as many giving the camera a nice look angle on her chest and backside, though Soo Yun gave no indication she minded. Several poses also involved a steel chair, which had been brought in as a wrestling-themed prop for some of her poses. Most of these were designed to focus on her long legs, sometimes with her standing beside it while stepping a foot onto the seat, other times with her sitting on the chair with her legs crossed.

After quite a while of listening to instructions and watching bright camera flashes flare up all around her, the photographer finally called for a break. As everyone scattered off, Soo Yun went to catch up with the photographer, sheepishly poking his shoulder from behind to get his attention.

“E-excuse me, sir. I-I just wanted to know, am…am I doing alright?” the Korean girl asked shyly while blushing fiercely. The man was clearly perplexed by this sudden change in her disposition. “Of course, you’re doing great! I’m not sure what’s got you acting so shy suddenly. You were a natural up there,” he said with a bright, reassuring smile, which brought a relieved smile to Soo Yun’s lips as well.

“While you’re here, I’ll go ahead and tell you about the next part. It’s gonna be a bit more…interactive, or cooperative,” he said, prompting a curious expression on Soo Yun’s face. “How do you mean?” she asked. The photographer explained, “We’ve got a Tension guy here too, he’s off doing the same thing you were just doing over in another room. When the break’s over, we’re gonna bring him in here, and we’re gonna have you two put some moves on each other. Don’t need to actually hurt each other, just get in position for the moves and hold the poses. Easy, right?”

“Oh, I…I think I can do that,” she replied bashfully. “I’m sure you can,” the man replied with a chuckle before turning to face another direction, where a man in his wrestling gear was walking right toward them.. “Ah, speak of the devil! I take it someone’s already told you what we’re doing, right?” the photographer asked, while Soo Yun turned and looked the same way, curious to find out who she’d be working with for the next part of this photoshoot.

Soo Yun turned to look at Daisuke as he came over to join them. She had to admit he was quite handsome, enough so that it was pretty easy to tell why he was picked for something like this. Blushing slightly, she gave him a bashful wave and smile. “H-hey, it’s nice to meet–” she started to say, but was cut off as the producers started rushing them to the stage, getting right back to work.

The first pose seemed simple enough. Soo Yun went to stand toe to toe with Daisuke and looked up at him while resting her hands on her hips. The producer called out, “Let’s get a bit more intensity, mrs!” She barely heard him, however, because that was right when Daisuke said she should feel lucky to be doing this with him. Coincidentally, the expression of mixed surprise and dismay that came over her face right then worked perfectly for the shoot, and a series of bright flashes flared off to the side.

“Perfect! Now Daisuke, put her in a sleeper hold, please,” he said. The Korean girl turned to give her back to the man so he could apply the hold, which he did. But then his arm started to tighten against her neck, and Yun went from simply posing with her hands up on his arm to legitimately trying to pull down on it, while panic began to fill her eyes. Evidently the crew liked that look better than the simple pose, because the cameras started flashing a lot more once she started struggling. “Wh-what are you…?” she tried to ask, though his hold was making it difficult. Not knowing how far he was going to take it, she tapped his arm, hoping he’d let her go then.

Whenever he did, she’d take a moment to rub her neck and regain her breath. The producers, however, didn’t seem too worried about what had just happened, moving on to the next hold. “Alright, let’s keep it simple for this one too. Yun, put him in a side headlock.” Sighing, she’d move to do as told, putting an arm around the back of Daisuke’s head and neck to hold the side of his face right up and tight against the side of her breast. She held on just tight enough for the hold to look good for the pictures, but didn’t pour on the pressure as Daisuke had started doing. “I don’t know what that was all about, but I don’t want to hurt you. So would you mind toning it down a bit?” she asked, trying to keep quiet enough that only he would hear. But evidently the producer had heard too.

“Ooohh yeah, that’s good! Talking down to him all condescending like that will really enhance the shots here!” he said, causing Yun’s brow to twitch in irritation. She could tell Daisuke had an ego, and this guy making it seem like she was deliberately being condescending was sure to do her no favors in getting Daisuke to lighten up. If this kept up, she’d might have to resort to doing the same with her own holds just to defend herself…