Steph's foot moves forward and tilts upwards as Steph examines her suddenly itchy foot. "What the hell?" she says aloud, her god-like voice filling The Rock's tiny ears. He sees her hair tilt down around her head, her huge blue eyes examining him with curiosity. She shakes her foot a little, causing Rock to grab hold of the toe end of her sandle and dangle high above the ground. He watches with a sinking feeling of dread as Steph's massive hand comes up below him, encircling him. Her fingers close over his head and he's raised in her closed fist higher and higher into the air. Her hands smell of the same lotion as her feet did, but as softer and warmer. Suddenly, fresh air bursts into his prison as the hand opens, leaving him lying face down on her palm.
He looks up to see her massive eyes gazing at him with astonishment. "What kind of bug is this?" Her loudspeaker voice asks, shaking the miniscule wrestler to his very core.
"Bug?!" The Rock asks, quickly rising to his feet, "Listen lady, The Rock is no bug!" Steph squeals out a laugh at this, her head tilting back.
"It's a tiny little Rocky! That's so adorable...big, tough super popular Rock now tiny and helpless...in my hand..." her voice lowers and her smile turns evil, "..and at my mercy..."
"The Rock is at no-one's mercy, honey!" Steph frowns.
"Well...is that so, Rocky?" Steph asks as she begins to slowly tily her hand to the side, causing him to slip on her massive palm. Using his in-ring instincts, The Rock grips her index finger for dear life as he's left dangling from her hand high up in the air. "Well, are you going to be good for Big Steph, Little Rocky?"
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