Lana Luxor kneels tall, her towering frame casting a shadow over the room. Frank, on the other hand, was barely 5'2" and slight in build, looking up at her with a mixture of awe and fear. He had underestimated her, and now, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

With a flick of her wrist, Lana grabbed Frank by the shoulders, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. Frank’s attempts to break free were feeble, his hands pushing against her unyielding grip, but it was no use. She was too strong, too in control. Lana’s smirk widened as she effortlessly tossed him aside like a ragdoll, watching as he stumbled and struggled to regain his balance.

"Not so tough now, are we?" she taunted, her voice deep and full of authority.

Frank, breathless and overwhelmed, tried to stand his ground, but Lana was already on him. Before Frank could even react, she had him pinned against the mat, her body firmly on top of his.

"You’re not going anywhere," Lana said softly, her voice a sharp contrast to the power she exuded. "You should’ve known better than to challenge me."

Frank’s face reddened, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His small frame was no match for her strength, and every attempt to wriggle free only seemed to amuse Lana. With a soft chuckle, she let him slide back to the ground, her dominance clear as day.

"You really thought you could escape me?" she continued, her tone playful but tinged with the unmistakable scent of superiority. "I don’t think you understand how much stronger I am than you."

Frank, humiliated and exhausted, looked up at Lana in disbelief. His body ached from the sheer power she had used, and he knew he was c*mpletely powerless against her. Lana continues to put Frank in devasting holds, as a showcase of strength, and Frank realized that he had never been so small, so insignificant. There was no escape, no way out. Lana Luxor had proven her dominance, and Frank had been c*mpletely crushed under her might.

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