Freedom to Be Pressed (for Darius)

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"Thanks, Charlie."

Kimberly looked up from her notes long enough to give her cameraman two thumbs up after she checked to make sure the cameras were both in the right place: one focused on her and one focused on where her tall guest would sit. She had perched up on her knees in the chair just to be sure said guest's head would line up with the lens. Over her years of interviews, the intrepid reporter had learned she could get a lot more out of her interviewees without a loaded crew around, and more often than not, it was best if Kimberly herself was the only other person in the room. Add in the comfort of one of the training rooms, workout equipment, mats, and a ground-level ring hovering in the background, and she had an environment ripe for learning all about Ms. Mary Bloom - and perhaps talking her into some holds demonstrations.

The brunette was determined to make this demonstration idea work. It was like 3D printing a sports journalism award. The League's fans loved watching beautiful women in action, they loved watching behind-the-scenes action, they loved following Kimberly's socials. What better way to prove herself the world's best journalist on the technical aspects of wrestling than starting a series of interviews where she had to face popular wrestlers' holds? It was a foolproof plan, and Kimberly was utterly determined to prove that to the marketing execs. She may or may not have snuck on some suitable wrestling gear beneath her formal attire, just in case.

She took out a small pocket mirror to check her hair and makeup one last time before Mary's arrival which, a quick check of her phone told her, was due anytime. "You're free to go, Charlie. She'll be here in a sec. And when you get a chance later, send me the reel from the Izara-Timmons do-over, yeah?" Without a word, as per usual, the man nodded and slipped out of the room. She had worked with him for years, and she had never once heard him say more than a bunch of grunts. Strange guy. Reliable guy, though.

She picked a few bits of lint off of her skirt, checked her shirt buttons which were wont to pop off, and decided she was ready. Figuring Mary could let herself in since Charlie had left the door ajar, the journalist sat down to review her notes one last time and rhythmically tap her heel on the floor.

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[Darius 2.0]

It was exceedingly rare for anyone in LAW to approach Mary Bloom. For any reason. Even asking the giant blonde for directions was tempting fate. Because by now, everyone in LAW knew that if Mary Bloom took a liking to you, you were in for an evening of her using for her own enjoyment. Mary had spent most of her career in LAW forcing herself onto many wrestlers on the roster, overwhelming them with her size and strength to subject them to her large repertoire of smothery holds. Such was Mary's hunger to dominate and squash that she would attack any caught her interest, subjecting them to hours of squeezing and smothering until she had her fill. It was not uncommon to find a victim of the blonde's sessions in various parts of the LAW facilities; unconscious and red-faced from heavy smothering.

Naturally, with her exploits becoming commonplace, Mary was having a harder and harder time finding suitable victims for her to satisfy her cravings! Whenever people saw Mary coming, they would turn in the other direction a run for the hills! Even her her matches had come to a slowdown with many wrestlers too fearful to get in the same ring with her! It was enough that Mary was starting to become quite dejected. Had she been too greedy in her cravings? Overhunted maybe? Was there no one left for her to sink her teeth into?

As it turns out there was! Days earlier, Mary received a phone call from one Kimberly Kulp, asking if she would like to be interview on her show. The offer took Mary aback, thinking there was no one left in LAW left who would take a one-on-one meeting with her after her last couple ended.....predictably. She said she would think about it, and from there she did a deep dive into this Kimberly woman. What she saw did not disappoint. From the pictures on the internet, Kimberly was an absolutory gorgeous woman; exactly Mary's type! Already the blonde's thoughts were filled of her subjecting such a cute gal like that to all her most cuddly holds, draining her of strength until she was putty in Mary's hands! She was practically weak in the knees when she called Kimberly back to confirm their appointment.

Flash forward to the present and Mary was currently on her way to meet with the unsuspecting Kimberly. There was a certain spring in the giant blonde's step as she made her way through the halls of LAW, and she got more than a few odd looks from the people she passed by. Of course, that might have been because of her outfit. Kimberly had said to come in something she could wrestle in, and Mary took a slightly different approach, donning a sexy bunny outfit of all things, completely with fishnets, high heels and bunny ears! An unusual choice to be sure, but if anyone could wrestle successfully in a bunny outfit, it was Mary Bloom!

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Arriving in the training room, walked through the already open door to see her interviewer already waiting for her. "Oh hello there!" Mary would greet cheerfully, waving to Kimberly from within the doorframe. "You must be Kimberly! So nice to meet you." Mary would then walk into the room and close the door behind her. She would also discreetly lock it. No one in or not now. "I can't tell you excited I am to be here! Oh, is that seat for me?"

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Kimberly had done plentiful research on Mary, and she shuffled through the potential questions she had scribbled down during her preparation. Despite her few months with the League, the brunette had not run into Mary at any point, and she had learned it was because Mary hadn't had a ton of matches in the time since Kimberly joined the company. What ones she did have seemed to be bed matches, backroom matches, the more private battles that the League offered. Since the reporter spent most of her time covering matches in the arena proper, it didn't surprise her that she and Mary had not crossed paths, but it was of utmost interest to Kimberly to start covering the raw, unfiltered, sensual battles taking place behind the scenes for the League's smaller online and video releases. Fans ate those matches up, her research told her, and she wanted to cover any medium people wished to consume.

A few people had acted a bit strangely when asked about Mary, however. "You're just a big girl though, aren't you?" Kimberly muttered to herself, peering at where she had written down the woman's measurements. She chalked the odd reactions up to intimidation - no one wanted to misspeak or spread false rumors about someone who could crush them without much issue. As a journalist, Kimberly couldn't afford those sorts of worries if she wanted a good story, and no one had come after her for anything she had written yet. She considered herself fair almost to a fault. Mary's size did, however, concern her about asking for the holds demonstrations... but she figured, eh. Heavy risk, yes, but the prize.

She heard heels clicking and lifted her head, not entirely sure she expected to see the subject of her interview before her - heels didn't exactly amount to wrestling attire. Her assumption was precisely why her eyes widened and gaped at the giant woman whom she had no doubt was Mary Bloom standing in the doorway in full, sexy bunny suit. Few things surprised a reporter, but the sight of a woman at that size with those good looks wearing that outfit shocked her. And almost had her swooning, and Kimberly didn't swoon easily. In fact, she could hardly answer until Mary had closed the door. People dressed like they wanted to represent themselves... and if that was the case for Mary, Kimberly liked her already. And she was about to have a heck of an interview.

Beaming, the reporter recovered to stand and shuffle close enough to extend a hand. "Hello, Mary! It's nice to finally meet you, as well. Apologies for the gaping, but you caught me off-guard with the pizzazz. Love that outfit." Gosh, but she was tall. A younger, less focused Kimberly in college might have done some things she would have regretted if she ran into Mary in a bar. "And yes, please, take a seat! We'll get started right away, since I'm sure you're busy."

[Darius 2.0]

Upon entering the make-shift interview set and laying eyes on Kimberly Kulp, the first thing Mary thought was how little the pictures did her justice! The reporter was incredibly beautiful; a real face for television one might say. Her adorable skirt and blouse combo clung to her curves magnificently, doing little to hide was was clearly a rather fit looking body. Oh, and she had a bow on? That was was just the cutest! All this adorableness had Mary wanting to pounce on Kimberly then and there! To her credit though, the blonde stayed her hand. There would be time enough for every naughty thought that was currently running through her head.

With Kimberly's jaw practically hitting the floor upon seeing Mary's outfit, the heavyweight couldn't help but give a meek blush. "Oh, thank you," Mary said gratefully upon being complimented. "You said to being whatever I felt comfortable wrestling in and well, this is a guilty favorite of mine!" Running her hands down her breathtaking curves, Mary showcased how the bunny suit seemed to accentuate all assets. From her long legs, to her plus-sized behind, all the way to her enormous chest which her outfit barely contained. "The last time I wrestled in this, the other girl didn't know what hit her!"

Upon invitation to take a seat, Mary would start to strut her way over, her high heels click-clacking across the floor with every step. Her top maintained the monumental task on keeping her bouncing breasts from slipping out on the way. When she did reach her designated seat, there would be a brief moment where Mary would tower over Kimberly from where she sat, granting the journalist a pretty killer view. Then, with a warm smile, Mary would take her seat. Settling in, she would cross her long legs, stretching her fishnets out as the muscles in those limbs inadvertently flexed in response.

"Oh, not to worry. I set aside my entire afternoon for this," the blonde said, waving off Kimber'y concerns of being busy. "I must admit, I haven't done this in awhile. I've just been far too busy! Theres just so much to experience here in LAW, and so many people to experience it with. Though I must say, if I am to do an interview, I'm glad it's with a journalist as cute as you." Mary's emerald eyes would then tease Kimberly with a wink as she gave the woman a beautiful smile.

The kind of smile a cat might give upon spotting a little mouse.

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Ugh, and here Kimberly liked to keep everything professional when on the job. But having someone with Mary's figure showing herself off right in front of her, unabashedly, had the brunette wanting to fan herself. She didn't, of course, because she tried to keep a strict reputation for treating everyone equally and only fraternizing off the job, but she couldn't remotely deny that the blonde had her stirring, captured, and almost more interested in talking her into getting into some wrestling action if nothing else as she watched. Seeing her up close, maybe Kimberly should have been more apprehensive about the prospect of ending up at the mercy of some of her moves, but the woman seemed a peach. "Oh, it doesn't need to be guilty! Anyone who can wear that and look so good should be doing it whenever she wishes," Kimberly retorted.

She dared not retort about how the other woman had reacted, though, else she not know what hit her either... No, no, screw it. Kimberly was a reporter, and she wanted to ask the question. "You've got me curious since you brought it up." With Mary approaching, the reporter sat down, pulling her skirt so it wouldn't ride up and make her look ridiculous on camera. "Off the record, unless it's extremely provocative and worth publishing." She made it clear she wasn't writing anything yet by holding up her hands. "How did that encounter end up?"

God. Kimberly had heard people called amazons, but Mary exceeded them all. Her eyes floated to the woman's thick legs as she sat down. Cracking watermelons couldn't have amounted to half of it with those legs. She had to rub her eyes, reel in her focus, ensure she didn't screw up her job just because a wrestler had arrived in her favorite bunny suit. A wrestler in her favorite bunny suit, with that body, who called Kimberly cute and smiled at her like she could eat her alive. Holy wow. Kimberly did everything in her power to keep a straight face and ultimately gnawed on her lower lip to help herself do so. Her thighs subtly rubbed together in hopes she could stifle the heat between them.

"Shower me with more of that during the questions," she teased, keeping it as casual as she could considering the circumstances. Willing herself to look away, she checked the recording lights on the cameras. They were good to go. "Ready?"

[Darius 2.0]

Little did Kimberly know that while she was envisioning what it would be like grapple up with Mary Bloom, the blonde was doing much the same with Kimberly. The difference was, Mary's fantasies were of a much more dominating nature. Her lower lip practically quivered as she imagined subjecting the journalist to all her favorite holds. She imagined what it would be like to squeeze that lithe body between her powerful thighs and feel the life drain out of it. To press her massive chest against Kimberly's face and watch as her frantic attempts to escape were slowly silenced. She pictured pressing her crotch against Kimberly's nose and mouth, leaving only her eyes uncovered, so they could stare up at Mary and silently plea for mercy....of which there would be little.

Mary shifted in her seat and rubbed her thighs together much as Kimberly had in a similar attempt to cool herself down. Keep it together...

When asked about the last time she wore her sexy bunny suit, Mary took a moment to think. The last time she wore this outfit, she had marched right up to Vera Sapphire's front door and initiated a night of crushing the surprised woman as soon as she answered it. That night would forever live among Mary's most fondest memories. A night heavy smothering, squeezing, folding and knocking out the powerful woman as much she pleased. All while dressed as she is now. There was not much left of Vera by the time Mary finally finished with her.

"Ahem, it....uh....was in an off the books apartment match," Mary answered, careful to keep the real details of the encounter out. "I managed to just squeak out a victory against her. It was how I discovered how fun it is to toll around in this suit."

Now that she had avoided scaring Kimberly off, Mary settled herself in with yet another warm smile. The interviewer seemed about ready to start, even as she kept stealing glances at Mary, which the blonde couldn't help but notice and appreciate. "Ready when you are," Mary replied, and the big bunny blonde readied herself for what was sure to be a most memorable interview...

[Crossedes]

Oh, memory unlocked by the look of it. It must have been a good one if the look on Mary's face was anything for the brunette to judge by. What Kimberly would have given to be a fly on the wall for a match the blonde had enjoyed that much, especially if she had worn this exact same getup for that match. Enjoying Mary's wistful recall of the experience, she let her face rest on her fist as she listened and let one leg bounce atop the other until she remembered she might smear her makeup. The hand dropped, but the fascination never left her face. "Off the books. What a crime. I can speak for just about every League fan when I say everyone with eyes would eat that one up..."

Whew. Right. Professional. No listening to the song being sung between her legs. With Mary confirming she was ready, Kimberly nodded, picked at a couple of hairs that she could sense had fallen out of place, and straightened. Looking at her camera, she counted down a three, two, one with her fingers, clapped since the audio was getting recorded separately, and turned to Mary with the playful smile gone and the professional one replacing it. Her voice dropped to match, that of a reporter rather than a flirt - though she badly wanted to keep the flirting going. Alas, maybe once they finished.

"First things first," she began. "The question everyone has to answer. You're tall. It would take someone a few seconds of looking at you - even in a bunny outfit - to tell you're as strong as anyone in wrestling. You're beautiful." Threw that one in at the last second. "When did you first know that wrestling was the career for you, and how did you first know? Did you realize you had all the tools first, or did you have to develop the tools once wrestling caught your eye?"

[Darius 2.0]

With the interview now officially underway, Mary's demeanor changed into one of cool professionalism. Or at least, as professional as one could be in a full body sexy bunny costume. Naturally, this extended to not pouncing on Kimberly and crushing her until she was a drooling, glossy-eyed shell of her former self. Mary still fully intended to do that to her of course, but it was only proper manners that she allow Kimberly to proceed with her interview for the time being. The woman clearly worked hard on this so the least Mary could do was let her get through her opening questions. After that was an entirely different story...

Smiling sweetly at Kimberly, she awaited the woman to finish her last round of checks, resting her hands upon the lap of her crossed legs. By the time Kimberly was ready to go, Mary as all too eager to begin as well. She hadn't been lying when she said she hadn't done this in awhile, for reasons that were entirely her fault of course, her past actions causing many a media personality to avoid meeting with her in any capacity.

"To answer that question, I guess you'd have to go back to my childhood," Mary said in response, looking away idly as she recalled those times. "It didn't occur to me how much bigger and stronger I was compared to most other people until I did some play wrestling with my friends. Slumber party stuff, you know? And I realized, I was so much more powerful than them, that they simply couldn't stop me from doing what I wanted! It was.....exhilarating." Mary's emerald eyes sparkled as she remembered when she first felt that feeling, a feeling she had been chasing ever since.

"Once I joined my high school's wrestling team and saw how good I was with little to no training, I decided that this was something I really needed to pursue. So in that way, I guess I did know I had the tools to go far. But I also knew that I could get even better. So I trained to really put my natural assets to use. I think the results speak for themselves inside the ring. And outside of it..."

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The patented focused reporter look - knit eyebrows, slow, focused nods - reared its head, too, as Kimberly let Mary pour through her answer. A good answer, at that. Many people got in front of the camera and hemmed and hawed and wandered through their thoughts, or worse, they suddenly became the least interesting person in the entire League and didn't wish to say anything with any degree of depth. But no, Mary jumped straight to the good stuff. She dove right into childhood, her size. Slumber party stuff, which always got the horny watchers' imagination flowing. Kimberly peered down just long enough to write down the words slumber party, powerful, and exhilarating.

Oh, and natural assets. She had already intended to ask Mary if she had any sort of amateur background, but the rest... oh, she could come up with questions on those the people would eat alive. To be honest, Kimberly was eating it alive, too. They didn't come quite as self-aware as Mary all the time, and she almost caught her leg eagerly bouncing again. Nope, that would look awful on camera and give Charlie hell with the editing.

"How much training did you have before joining the League?" she asked, sticking to her original interview schedule. She would drop the other ones in right after as she mentally slotted each of them in between the next few. "Were you always so naturally gifted that you learned with ease, or did you invest in any further training after your high school experiences? I'm sure your slumber party friends didn't mind, but I can't imagine they made for much more than training dummies with a woman like-" She gestured at Mary, letting the playfulness creep in for a moment.

[Darius 2.0]

Mary was starting to really get into the interview now, despite herself. It was always fun for her to reminisce about her teenage years, where her hunger for domination truly began. She never really talked about those days with anyone and she certainly wasn't ashamed to share when asked. Thinking back and remembering those early feelings was exciting Mary in more than a few ways. Kimberly was certainly asking all the right questions to get Mary in the mood for what she was about to do to her. What better way to start her latest conquest than to remember why she started down this path in the first place?

"Oh, I got myself in to a few pro wrestling schools after graduation," Mary revealed to Kimberly at her questioning. "I knew I was pretty good then, but I also knew I could make myself even better with proper training." More fond memories of her journey appeared in Mary's mind, and the bunny-clad blonde couldn't help but smile as she remembered. "It's a good thing I did. I learned all sorts of ways to use my body that I wouldn't have thought of on my own! Not to mention all the moves I picked up along the way. Thanks to that training, I now know all kinds of ways to wear my opponents down and make sure they can't escape...."

It was then an idea began to form in the big blonde's mind, one that might turn things in this interview towards her carnal desires. "You know, I just thought of something," she would say to begin, a delighted smile forming on her gorgeous features. "Why don't I show you some of these moves in the ring over there? What better way to learn what I learned than to experience it yourself?"