A Sandy B*tch! Lex vs Sandy!

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*The self-appointed genius, who had been lingering a bit backstage after yet another night of being a wallflower in a league of insanely gorgeous women, just finished watching two oversized women rolling around between the ropes.* "Yuuck! Those women are massive! Are they even aware of how grotesquely overweight they are?" *Catching the attention of a handful of nameless jobbers, he quickly departed before finding himself on the business-end of a boot up his posterior. Still, he was adamant on making it brutally aware to everyone that being so massive was certainly not a healthy lifestyle to live. Unfortunately, Lex was never the type to sugarcoat anything, and given the amount of purpose each step he took had, this would inevitably end poorly for the outspoken prodigy. Once the ring had been cleared of the two bovines, he borrowed a microphone from a random, backstage worker and furiously stomped down the metallic ramp.*

*The crowd, as negatively receptive to his presence as always, was also rather intrigued by what he had to say- His music had struggled to match the pace at which he was walking at, and by the time he had reached his destination, trampling up the steel steps and slipping between the ropes, it vanished even quicker than it had began.* "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" *Lex began, trying to overpower the tidal wave of vicious screaming that repelled anything he was going to say.* "I JUST WITNESSED THE SINGLE MOST REVOLTING THING OF MY LIFE! THOSE TWO WOMEN COULD HAVE HAD A HEART ATTACK AT ANY MOMENT! WHO THE HELL THINKS THAT'S SAFE!?" *The crowd amplified their clear disdain for his remark, as Lex continued.* "IF THERE IS ANY OVERWEIGHT LUMMOX WHO THINKS THEY CAN BEAT ME, THEN I DARE YOU TO COME ON OUT HERE AND TRY YOUR LUCK!" *He chortled aloud before pacing back and forth between the ropes, anxious to see what his challenge would birth.*

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In the ring, some schmuck was sounding off, going on a misogynistic, zealous rant about women with bigger bodies. No one knew how someone so close-minded made his way onto the LAW roster. Perhaps LAW's standards with men were far lower than they were with the female talent. The guy droned on long enough for the fans to want someone to come out and shut him up. And Sandy White just happened to be on the premises that night. The heavyweight Giantess would come out the sound of her theme music. She stood tall with her arms crossed under her bust. An unamused expression on her face rested on her face as the production crew scrambled to hand the up-and-coming LAW heavyweight a mic.

Sandy White

With the microphone in hand, the blue-clad, barefoot heavyweight would make her way to the ring. In an odd twist, the audience offered mixed reactions. Sandy had among the least number of fans of any woman at LAW. Many hated her. But some hated Mr. Dolph's attitude even more.

"So....you're here...talking crap about women for being heavier or bigger. I'm all for making fun of fat folks. Heck, I do it all the time." White began as she got into the ring.

"But you seem like you're making a couple of generalizations. So! Lemme ask you, Bob...Gary...whatever your name is. Am I one of those, 'lummoxes' you were talking about?"

The towering woman stood next to Lex, dwarfing him as she gazed down into his eyes with a menacing grin. She awaited the man's rebuttal. At the very first sign of an affirmative response to her question, she'd attempt to bring the microphone she had in hand down onto his skull with a clubbing blow!

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*Tilting his head to the side a little, Lex couldn't comprehend what was right in front of his eyes- This titaness was humongous, and appeared relatively irked by his earlier proclamation. However, as headstrong as he was, Lex refused to let the morbidly gigantic female intimidate him in any way, shape or form. The instant she entered the ring, the silver-haired chauvinist continued to prattle on for just a moment longer, jabbing the center of Sandy's breast cavity with the business end of his index finger to add emphasis to his point, and possibly create a diversion for what he was cooking up in the back of his mind.*

"Gee, I don't know. Let me run down a few, basic questions and you can determine that all for yourself..." *Pretending to whip out a pair of glasses, Lex stood as still as a stone statue while pondering a few, incredibly demeaning inquiries about Sandy's overall body image and confidence.* "Do you ever get the super-sized combo meal? Do you have to shop in plus sizes? Do tinier people start to float around you, due to your gravitational pull? Have men ever been so disgusted with your figure, that they actively turn away just so you don't confuse them as food? If you answered yes to one or more of these queries, then I hate to break it to you sweetheart, you might want to shed a few pounds."

"But, since you probably don't like it when honest men give you constructive criticism, let me be the first male to ever touch you downstairs.." *Lex snickered, sensing the palpable disdain they held for one another, he attempted to gain the upper hand in the impending confrontation but dropping to his knees and arching his right arm upwards to pop Sandy where the sun don't shine. If he was successful, he would continue to verbally berate the hefty bowser, as the crowd furiously shouted all forms of explicit insults in his direction.*

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Sandy would roll her eyes as this royal pain of a man pulled the fake glasses stunt. She crossed her arms and wore a malicious smile on her face, waiting in eager anticipation of hearing more words that would set her off. Lexy wouldn't be the first person that the Giantess put off the shelf and out of the pro-wrestling biz. But at the rate he was going at, he could certainly be the next.

She humored him by smiling more genuinely as he dropped fat joke after fat joke, seemingly writing off the entirety of the heavyweight division as obese misfits that somehow tread his turf. Lexington went on to further demonstrate his propensity for making extremely questionable comments and decisions by not only dropping down to attempt to Low Blow on the spot, but also telegraphing it from a mile away with a sex joke!

Sandy would catch the man by the wrist as his hand shot up for an uppercut aimed at her nethers! She'd begin to cackle hysterically before abruptly raising her barefoot to driving it forward right into his face! If the kick connected, the audience would let do something for Sandy that they had never done before: cheer her. Granted it would be at Lex's expense. She'd approach the downed man and plant her foot on his chest before holding her mic up to her face and turning the tables by talking down to him, literally and figuratively!

"Hahahaha! Johnny, let's play a game....Let's see how many bad decisions you can make in one night. I'm gonna challenge you to a match right here, right now. And you're gonna accept because you have the IQ of a shovel."

"Fight me so I can make his whupping official and pop you one for all of the women in the best weight class at LAW: the heavyweight division...."

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"How the...?!?" *Lex's visage instantly changed, from that of a confident, rather bold individual to that of someone who had just witnessed a steamroller barreling directly towards him, and given the mammoth size of his foe on this particular evening, he wasn't too far off from the truth. Unable to connect with such a dastardly, underhanded blow the genius instantly felt Sandy's bare, beautiful feet send him directly against the canvass, spine first, with a sonorous* "THWACK!" *To accompany his landing. He sprawled out in all directions, attempting to recover before any more, excessive damage could be done to both his body and his manhood, but it seemed as though the towering titaness had ulterior plans for her newfound play toy.*

"GRRHHKKK!" *Lex thrashed about beneath Sandy's oversized, ponderous foot. Her incessant berating caused him to shoot a baleful, distasteful sneer in her direction as his body refused to remain stationary for any extended amount of time.* "Y..yeah? Y..you want a match, bigfoot?!" *He shouted, his retort rather broken and garbled from the amount of anguish he already found himself in.* "S..s..someone sound the bell..b..because I'm sure as shit not letting this oversized sow get away with mortifying me!"

*However, true to his sneaky and fiendish nature, Lex decided that waiting for the official to call for the bell wouldn't be the most prudent move to make, and decided that whipping his feet around and tripping the looming giantess would prove to be more pragmatic. While it seemed as though Sandy held a distinct advantage in the size and weight department, Lex certainly had no intentions of simply handing her the match so quickly- His genius intellect was going to be put on full display tonight, and conquering this jiggling juggernaut would be his magnum opus.*

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Sandy had dished out a good Low Blow here and there throughout her career. It was only a matter of time before someone tried once against her. And when it finally happened here and now, the Giantess was ready! She thwarted the attempt easily and chastised the foolhardy man with a swift kick. White posed over him as if she had already won a victory. Her bare foot rested on his chest while she spoke to the crowd about Lex's decision making skills.

To her surprise, he accepted on the spot, despite learning firsthand the type of threat that the blue clad heavyweight posed.

"Ha! This is gonna be fun. It's gonna be quick. But it's gonna be fun." Sandy remarked. She'd take her foot off of Lex and slowly make her way towards her corner.

"Let's gets a ref out here. I wanna see how many fat jokes this kid makes before I-!" Her pre-match gloating was interrupted by Dolph sweeping the leg! Sandy would fall wordlessly onto her backside! She'd glare up at Lex before trying to push herself up to her feet. As luck would have it, the referee was already running towards the ring. The official had hoped to make it there before the situation could combust any more than it already had. He called for the bell as he ran down the entrance ramp. And that sound was the green light that the buxom Miss White needed to make what happens to Lex look like it was a consequence of the match rather than just straight malice like she'd typically inflict.

If Lex failed to stop her from rising, Sandy would show off some surprising agility and skill by popping up to her feet and stepping forward into a Superkick aimed directly at Lex's jaw to start things off!

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"Yeah!" *The genius proudly exclaimed, abundantly exuberant after having downed such a mammoth foe with just one, swift movement of his taut legs. He would subsequently turn towards the crowd, expecting something other than the usual heckling and jeering, which he received in spades.* "What?! Have you seen this pudgy tub of goo? Did you honestly expect me to lose to someone so blubbery?!" *He furiously shouted at the audience, giving absolutely no fucks about what they thought- Honestly, they should consider themselves lucky to witness his brilliance at work. However, this victory was short lived, as it seemed that Sandy was remarkably nimble for someone of her size, and before he knew it, Lex was tasting foot!*

"GGRRNHH!?" *Having turned into the bare sole of Sandy's foot, he was blasted a few inches upwards, soaring through the air before finally landing flat on his ass from the unbridled fury of the impact!* "J..Jeez, all that butter and pudding you stuffed that oversized maw of yours with must have pooled into your thighs!" *Lex remarked, his wobbly legs seemingly on the verge of buckling, yet refusing to succumb to the anguish he had sustained.*

"W..well, let me show you what a REAL wrestler can do!" *Without squandering a solitary moment, Lex raised his fists to form a box around his facial region before rolling forward- He might not be too deft in wrestling itself, but when it comes to pugilism, his polished skills are second to none. With blisteringly quickness, Lex fired off an overhead right to send Sandy crashing into the floor!*

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To Sandy's surprise, Lex was somehow almost able to find his footing despite being staggered by that stiff kick! The man was certainly a character. And this feat of resilience began to make the Giantess and fans in attendance wonder if there was more to him than a head full of hot and silly antics! Despite eating more than a mouthful of bare foot, he wobbled his way back up to a standing position! Sandy merely scoffed at his words. At this point, she believed Lexington to hold no real skill or abilities outside of his ability to mouth off. But to her surprise, he'd actually show expertise in something when he squared up to deliver rolling right punch with speed and force that Sandy didn't see coming!

The heavyweight would be taken aback by the blow! It connected cleanly and sent her reeling back several steps towards the ropes! The referee would step back in response to the blow. White would hold her mouth and look at her hand before eyeing Lex with clear, tangible malice!

"You just made your last mistake tonight, Bill..." She said in an ominous tone.

The Giantess would push herself off the ropes and begin approaching. Now that it was obvious to her that striking was Lex's forte, and that he was more of a boxer than he was a wrestler, the heavyweight knew exactly what to watch out for! She'd get in close and wait for Lex's next punch! And when it came, she'd be prepared to grab hold of that arm with one hand and counter by seizing his throat with her free hand to set him up for a wicked Chokeslam that would echo off the mats!

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*Sweat dripping from his taut forearms, Lex continued to pepper his adversary with a myriad of shots from all angles- He had caught the oversized manatee inside his cyclonic rift of powerful blows, and defeat seemed all but assured at this point.* "Wow, I've always wanted a punching bag with saggy breasts! Seems like santa finally put me on the nice list this year!" *The pretentious pugilist chortled, cherishing every second of this..well, that was up until he heard a guttural tone echo from Sandy's maw, sending a cold chill shooting down his backside. Despite all the bluster, even he knew that her gargantuan size wasn't just for show, and something deep down inside of him knew he was about to be on the receiving end of her fury.*

"O..oh yeah! What do you possibly intend to do to me!?" *Trying to conceal his genuine fear of the towering terror, Lex shot himself outwards and puffed out his chest before lunging forward for yet another devastating blow, but Sandy had other plans for the pompous boxer, as her vice grip easily cut off any and all oxygen he was previously enjoying.* "GRRNNRHHKK!" *Haphazardly flailing about, to the audience's delight no less, Lex felt his body beginning to betray him while remaining in the juggernaut's grasp.*

*And then, the inevitable happened- With what seemed like an effortless motion for Sandy, Lex's slender body ricocheted off the surface of the ring with a thunderous* "THWACK!" *As his limbs sprawled out in their best imitation of the letter "X". His eyes becoming ponderous, they flickered like the dimly lit bulbs above him, on the verge of going out completely. However, throughout the duration of the skirmish, Lex couldn't help but feel his masochism seep out through his humiliating ordeal, and his masculine bulge certainly wasn't going to keep that a secret.*

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After getting in close, Sandy was able to exact her vengeance on the mouthy boxer by seizing him and lifting him into the air before expediting his descend with a large thud. Cheers filled the arena as the misogynistic egotist was laid out on the canvas in hilarious fashion. He stayed down sprawled out and hapless like a chalk outline at a crime scene. Fans laughed and teased him for his beating at the hands of the Giantess, Sandy White. The slam left him subtly erect, another detail that the more perverse fans would chastise him for, and another detail that Sandy was sure to use to humiliate him.

"What a pathetic loser!" The towering heavyweight scoffed as she stood over her semi-conscious foe. "Talks a big game but gets put down for the count. Laid out all nice and hard." The lanky brunette boasted with a perverse smile on her face. She'd lift her foot off the canvas and step on his face once more before stepping forward to momentarily subject him to the full brunt her her bodyweight! If Sandy were able to spur some life back into him this way, she'd brag. "I bet this is what the poor sap is into. Quit yer struggling, Dave! I'll end this quick!"

With that, Sandy would attempt to follow up by bending forwards and grabbing hold of the man's hair. She'd begin to use her strength to try and yank Dolph forcefully up to his feet! And if she were able to do that uncontested, she'd begin to nearly effortlessly throw the man onto her shoulders and hoist him up high into a Fireman's Carry to set up the most potent finisher in her arsenal: The Death Valley Driver! Sandy would aim to spike Dolph into the canvas headfirst! If the move connected, fans would visibly react to the impact! Sandy would leave him to fall onto his back yet again. And she'd brush her hair aside before slowly and arrogantly finding her way up to her feet.

"And another pretender bites the dust." She'd say, prematurely celebrating her victory as she rested her foot on Lex's chest to prompt the official to begin counting this lackadaisical pin!

"ONE!"

As the count progressed, should all go her way, Sandy would comment: "I think I'll have some fun with his one after putting him down for the count...."