Lexy's Lexinomicon: Surrendering to the Giantess

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Continued from the events of Sandy White vs Anna Ivers

Officla LAW show host/interviewer Lexy Alan

Lexy Alan would be making her way to the LAW locker rooms backstage. A cameraman followed her down the hall as the little green-haired girl zeroed in on the locker of a particular wrestler: one Anna Ivers.

"Hello, Laides and Gents! This is Lexy Alan, your host of Lexy's Lexinomicon. We're here at the lockers hoping to catch up with Anna Ivers after what looked to be her most devastating loss at LAW to date!" Lexy began, establishing the premise for this little side interview episode of her show. No doubt Anna was in earshot by now, and likely heard the whole spiel.

"Anna, what kinds of implications or fallout can we expect from your match tonight. It looked pretty rough. Are you going to be able to bounce back?" Lexy would ask as she finally caught up with Anna by her locker. She'd hold the microphone towards her interviewee. Anna still seemed to be in bad shape after at the match, at least physically. Bruised/hurting abs and all!

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Mai Valentine, Navi Florges, and now Sandy White. Her last 3 fights all ended in abject and humiliating failures. But this last one really took the cake. Mai cheated and Anna controlled part of the fight, if she had been more careful she could have won that. And Navi she had nearly put away as well despite the loss. Sandy it never looked like she was close, and the crowd knew it, worst of all Anna did. There was no two ways about it and as she stumbled through the back to the locker room ever infuriating word that had come out of that bitches mouth ate her up from the inside. The only thing that hurt as bad as her aching abs was her nearly broken pride, but with time she hoped both could recover. She had taken a seat by a bench after the match feeling like her legs were about to give out when a camera and a mic were put in her face, courtesy of the talk show host and wrestler Lexy.

Anna was almost furious, couldn't she get a moment to herself? But she knew this was the kind of thing these vultures preyed on, and adjusting in place she knew that sooner or later she’d need to address the public about her defeats, especially this one. “What. Fuck..what kind of question is that? The implication is just that the bitch has a great day, but Ive been doing this for years now. Not only can I bounce back, it’s inevitable.”

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Close fans of Ivers were understandably empathetic of her. Every wrestler found themselves in a rut every now and then. A string of losses wasn't something that a tough gal like her couldn't bounce back from. Against Mai and Navi, viewers could understand that things could have gone either way. That Anna simply needed that one small advantage, that edge to tip things in her favor. But neither of those two matches left her looking like this: a dejected-looking woman on shaky legs trying to get ahold of herself on a bench in the women's locker room.

Lexy listened intently as Anna brushed off her question. She tried her best to hide the concern on her face. This was the part of the job that Alan didn't like. Being asked to prey upon these women to get their genuine thoughts and reactions after a big loss. Just as asking wrestlers high on big wins from championship matches or career-defining rivalries, asking the loser of a harsh loss some questions felt demoralizing, draining, bothersome. Such a shame it was that this was so good for ratings...

"I'm sorry! Sorry for asking." Lexy said, trembling a bit with fear. "I think Anna fans everywhere can confidently say that you've bounced back from just about any situation. But is there anything different about this last match you just had? I've never seen anything like it with you in the ring. I mean, being forced to beg like that...." Lexy trailed off with a head shake and look of sorrow, seemingly unable to finish her statement. The cute green-haired girl tried to draw sympathy from the audience for Ivers, which was probably the very last thing the angry heavyweight wrestler wanted.

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Anna hated all of this. After the most humiliation she had endured she now felt like she was naked and exposed before the face of the press looking to punch her next headline and move on. Anna refused to be someone’s statistic but she couldn’t just blow Lexy off either, as that just gave them something to run with regardless, she could already read that story. “Washed up Boxer embarrassed and lashing out!” it was probably too wordy but the gist of it was already in her head and when Lexy just kept pushing Anna could feel her struggling to hold her tounge.

She was about to respond when the full bring it what she said and what it meant hit her. It was subtle and cleverly hidden, as befitting a reporter but it didn’t escape Anna’s notice. The way she brought up how she begged, and how she’d never seen it out of her. She was implying Sandy broke her in that ring. Anna looked back at Lexy and her voice was able to maintain an even and cool tone, but anger was clear. “Beg like what? That was nothing, you hear me...nothing. I don’t know what your trying to imply but there was nothing special about that. All that happened was me cutting my losses cause I had a bad day. And that’s the end of it you hear me?”

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Lexy wasn't always in the business of being sly and wording her questions in such a way that she could force a reaction or elicit something from the interviewee that the press could roll with. But she had learned to embrace this role and hit a stride. She could tell that Anna was wise to her ways. She could only hope that her intentions didn't come across as malicious. At the end of the day, both women were just doing their jobs. And at the moment, Lexy could only hope that a disgruntled Anna wouldn't find her by catering or backstage later. But as Lexy tried to close this line of questioning out, it suddenly became clear that her fears would be put to rest, and for all the wrong reasons.

"Well there you have it, folks." Lexy would say as she brought her mic to her face and faced the cameraman. "Anna Ivers is not about to let a bully like Sandy throw her off her game! Thank you for your time, Anna. We hope to see you bounce b-" The moment Lexy tried to finish her statement, a familiar face came barrelling in!"

"Rargh!" Sandy White roared as she ran into the frame. She seemingly looped around the row of lockers behind Anna came into the frame from the side. The sadistic Giantess wasted no time building up a full head of steam. She ran in and through a nasty running hook to Anna's side to blindside the wrestler for acting tough! If Sandy managed to take Anna down, she'd pull the girl up and lean her back against the locker room bench perpendicularly, to bend Anna's back over the bench and expose that bruised, hurting core that she spent all match working on!

It was nothing, eh? It wasn't the most genuine and pathetic begging you've ever done in your life? Did you lie to me? Do you know what I do to liars, Anna?" White said with a malicious grin on her face. She stood tall over Anna, with some imposing body language to boot. Sandy would ball one of her fists whilst she kept her other hand open and pressed against Anna's chin to keep her bent and at bay. It seemed that Sandy had overheard everything. And Ivers seemed to need a reality check that extended well beyond what Sandy had done to her in the ring. To Sandy, Anna needed to be broken beyond repair, such that she might build her back up into a woman that could actually hold her own out there someday!

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Anna overall felt pretty satisfied with her answer, she wasn’t about to take her loss lying down and while she couldn’t make it not happen she could and would still make sure that it didn’t define her. She was almost feeling confident again..and then something came from behind knocking into her before she had a chance to look. “Aauuggh!”

Anna hit the floor, her chin meeting it awkwardly and her head bouncing with it before she was quickly dragged up with so much force she had no way to resist being put across the locker room bench. It was then she knew who it was as she looked up at the dreaded sight of Sandy White. Not even an hour off kicking her ass and she was here ready to do it again. And the way she had her bent across this bench she knew just how exposed she was for the bitches pleasure. Her eyes went from dazed and confused to side and panicked in a second. She squirmed somewhat pathetically attempting to free herself but nothing she did worked and she remained stuck in what was essentially a backbreaker. “You.. Cant just...W-wait.”

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"Wait?" Sandy questioned with a devious smile on her face.

"Wait for what? For you to get good enough to hang with the big girls?" Sandy would ask before bringing her forearm down across Anna's exposed, bruised, already-hurting abs with a hammerfist motion. "Wait for you to realize that you should stop pretending that you measure up to this goddess?" Sandy would continue as she raised her leg and brought her foot down on Anna's core. She held that pose and flipped her hair whilst referring to herself as a goddess. Her own outfit was still torn around her own midsection from the match. The locker room lights did her abs justice, accentuating them in from of the cameras of Lexy's supporting staff. Lexy would look on with a mortified expression. She had done many interviews at LAW. More of them turned out good than bad, but Sandy had actually managed to ruin two of them thus far! It was like she was in a mission to ambush Lexy's interviewees!

"Oh was I interrupting? I think she's done taking questions. Aren't you, Anna-doll?"

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Anna wiggled weakly trying to suppress the fear that was capturing her body. She had just thought she had survived this madness and it had come for her again barely an hour after the bell had rung.! She didn’t get much more time to plead since her call was stopped by a forearm to her already hurting midsection. The strike was barely stopped by her tender and beaten down body and the impact wanted Anna to try and curl up before her body was stopped by Sandy’s hand. Instead all she could do was sputter out weakly as Sandy went right back to where she left off like it was no big deal to her. “Houh! Fuuck..”

Anna fell back down and finally her struggling started to cease. Not out of acceptance but because her mind recollected the hell of her beating and she froze realizing she was going to endure it again. Sandy was dead serious about torturing her and now there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes drifted to Lexy and the camera and a soft plea was all she could offer. “Help”

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Bent, bruised, and broken, Anna was degrading mentally and physically. She could no longer double-down on the tough girl act. Anna's eyes veered towards Lexy and the cameras following her. She pleaded for help with a tone of resignation in her voice that brought a gleeful smile to Sandy's face. In that moment, the heavyweight huntress knew that she had completed her goal. She had broken Ivers down to the point where she could mold her, reshape her to serve the absolute pinnacle of what LAW had to offer: Anna could be made to be at the beck and call of the one and only Sandy White.

"Ohhhh~ poor baby." Sandy cooed as she slid her hand up Anna's pained abs, and past her buxom chest. Sandy would press her palm up against Anna's chin to keep her back bent over that bench. From there, she'd turn around and take a seat on the girl's bruised abdomen, keeping Anna stuck and her abs and spine aching as she was forced to serve as Sandy's seat while Sandy opted to take Anna's place on this interview!

"She cries for help, but you know that this little green girl can't help you. But she can help me." Sandy would grin as she placed her free hand on her knee and spread her legs, leaning forward as she continued to take command of Anna and this situation.

"H-h-how can I help....Miss White?" Lexy would tremble with a shaky grip on her mic.

"You can interview the winner of the match, sweetheart. I know you've got your questions. You're just afraid of me and what I might do to you. Straighten out that spine, but some base on your voice, and start asking the real questions. You do that, and I'll only be taking Anna home tonight instead of the two of you." Sandy said in a satisfied yet sadistic tone. She looked down towards Anna, who was still hurting and helpless. The cameras made sure to zoom in on Ivers face. The tough attitude and will to fight leaving her eyes and her body were plainly visible for all to see.

"Of course, that's okay with you, right Anna-doll?" Sandy would sneer as she slid her hand down from Anna's chin to the base of her neck, lightly choking her to keep her brands of torture diverse and unpredictable!

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He weak quiver in her voice was a tell of her helplessness and it only seemed to excite Sandy even more. The help Anna asked for never came, instead the camera crew just stayed back and Lexy looked scared and trying not to just run away. Sandy took the moment to run her hand across Anna’s battered midsection leaving a stinging pain where her hands traveled before she pushed down on her head to so take a seat on Anna’s stomach keeping her down while making sweat of her. Anna was whimpering in pain as the weight came down on the weakest part of her body while Sandy instructed for the interview to continue despite her interruption but with her as the star of it. To make matters worse he made it clear, Lexy was being given a way out by complying, follow her orders and Sandy wouldn’t abduct her. She gave no such chance for Anna who she clearly stated she was taking home either way. Home to torture and torment for god knows how long, completely at the mercy of someone with a growing complex of importance. The mere thought sent a derailing wave of dread across Anna’s spine. “Oh...no. Anything but that...Please.”

Anna’s eyes went to Lexy again pleading for help before Sandy’s hands went to her neck instead of her chin. The slight pressure enough to make her gag weakly a few times while remaining trapped under the superior women. Who just made her intentions for her clear, the destruction of everything that made Anna the women she was. Anna’s weak voice tried to get out another call for her help while her desperate eyes focused on Lexy hoping that in some way she could get her out of here potentially by convincing Sandy to let her go. Logic said that wouldn’t happen but reality was something An a was desperate to escape from.