"Skintight Submissionist" Camie Young vs "Circus Cat" Tracy Canon - The Apex of Grudge Matches

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Standard Match Rules: Victory to be awarded via Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Count-out, or Disqualification
LAW Apex Match: The winner will enter the running to become the Inaugural LAW World Openweight Champion. The loser will forfeit their chance to become Inaugural Champion.

A video package was played detailing the events leading into this high-stakes match!

From footage captured by fans at an autograph signing where rising star Camie Young picked a fight with the famed and beloved tag team champion in The Circus Cat! A showdown that ultimately ended in Camie taking a fan hostage in order to get the drop on Tracy and choke her out!

The next segment covered Camie's continued efforts to tank Tracy's image and credibility by hijacking an interview with The SWAT Cats by taking yet another hostage in Lexy Alan and using the interviewer to once again come at Tracy. And this time, when things got physical, it was Tracy that stood tall!

All do this culminated in a big match in PPV. A big match that saw a more focused and more dangerous Camie than ever before- a woman who had everything to prove in what was perhaps the biggest match of her career against the greatest opponent she had faced so far! And she came in hot against the well-established and well-loved tag team champion in perhaps one of the best matches that night!

When it was all said and done, through cunning, through skill, and through foul play, Young did manage to prove herself as a wrestler capable of overcoming Tracy when all the chips were down. Young pushed the envelope and not only won via knockout by choking out the famed Circus Cat, but she also went on to humiliate Tracy by unmasking her and covering the redhead's unmasked face with her backside, adding insult to insult with a degrading post-match Stinkface!

It was perhaps the biggest win of Camie's career. She overcame a former middleweight title contender and a reigning and defending tag team champion. The conniving, dastardly woman touted this win just about everywhere, much to Tracy's chagrin.

But today...today was a chance for Tracy to right that wrong! And in a match with even bigger implications than We Are LAW! Today, Tracy was bent on avenging her loss to Camie by winning a match for a chance to become Inaugural World Openweight Champion!!!


"Ladies and Gentlemen! This is a LAW Apex Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!"

Lights from the rafters scanned the stage as the announcer did his thing! Many wondered what kind of entrance we'd see from Tracy here tonight. Could she be in poor spirits after how badly her last encounter with her rival went? Would Camie finally force a more traditionally serious side out of LAW's most fiery and most acrobatic luchadora?!

"She....is a reigning and defending World Tag Team Champion!"

"She...is a former number-one contender for the Middleweight Championship!"

"By a vote of just about everyone that's ever lived, she is not only prettier than Camie Young, but way cuter, too!"

"She has way more friends than Camie and that's for very good reason! She is a fan favorite all over the world and in all 50 states, including but not limited to.....NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTH CAROLIIIIIIIINA!"

By this point all the lights gathered in a single spot on the stage and Tracy would descend from the rafters on a set of pink aerial silks, stylishly and impressively keeping her balance and poise as she artfully descended onto the stage!

"SHE IS.....THE CCCCCCIRCUS CAT! TRAAAAAAAAAACYYYYYYYYY CAAAAAAANOOOOOOON!"

Entrance Music

Circus Cat Tracy Canon

Of course, she was the same old showman, the same old Tracy! The only difference tonight was that she was a Tracy with something to prove! Tracy would hold her golden tag belt up high above her head! The moment she did, pyro would go off above her head!

Tracy would gallop her way down the ramp, blowing kisses and winking at fans as she did! The Circus Cat would artfully dive between the ropes and into the ring! Hand her belt over to the official and set her sights on the entrance ramp. The commentators covering the match went into detail about the rivalry between these two. Tonight, Tracy was still all smiles, but she was determined! Determined to be the one to put Camie in her place this time and overcome the Skintight Submissionist's foul play!

[SweetHeart]

Camie would be smuggly stretching and rolling her arm's, glancing at the monitor a few times as the ring announcer did the long winded, overlly annoying intro, clearly mocking Camie. But to the smug girl this was little more then background noise, of COURSE Tracy wanted to taunt her again, but frankly she was riding the high of humilaiting that overhyped idiot, and she really just didn't seem bothered. Not long after she'd be out next, adjusting her bright red one piece and leopard print boots getting ready to head out.

The arena lights dimmed, and a low, ominous hum filled the air. The crowd's energy shifted, a mix of boos and uneasy murmurs rippling through the audience. Camie smirked to herself, rolling her shoulders and stretching her arms, her confidence radiating like a predator ready to pounce, adjusting her gloves. The ring announcer's voice echoed through the arena, but Camie barely paid it any mind. She was too busy basking in the memory of her last victory over Tracy Canon—the humiliation, the dominance, the sheer satisfaction of it all.

"Introducing her opponent...Camie Young!"

The crowd erupted in a chorus of boos, but Camie didn’t flinch. She stepped out onto the stage, her smirk widening as she soaked in the hostility. Her entrance music—a pulsing, aggressive beat—blared through the speakers, and she strutted down the ramp with an air of arrogance that could cut glass. In her teeth, she held a replica of Tracy Canon's iconic mask, the symbol of her rival's identity and pride, which she had lovingly ripped and damaged to make very clear what she had done to Tracy before. Camie's eyes gleamed with mischief as she took the mask out of her teeth and twirled the mask between her fingers, pretending to drop it and step on it, before picking it back up, taunting the audience and her masked opponent before the match had even begun.

She moved slowly, deliberately, as if daring the crowd to boo her louder. Her bright red one-piece gleamed under the arena lights, and her leopard-print boots clicked against the ramp with every step. Camie paused halfway down, turning to face the crowd and holding the mask high, as if displaying a trophy. She blew a mocking kiss to a group of particularly vocal fans before flipping them off, her smirk never wavering. The boos only grew louder, but Camie thrived on it. She fed off their hatred, their frustration. To her, it was proof that she was doing something right.

As she reached the ring, Camie slid under the bottom rope with a sweet fluid grace, rolling her neck and cracking her knuckles, her eyes locked on Tracy Canon across the ring. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the mask toward Tracy, letting it land at her feet or hit her in the face as a blatant act of mockery. The smug grin on Camie's face said it all, The commentators noted her confidence, her unshakable belief in herself, and the undeniable swagger that had carried her to victory before. Camie adjusted her gloves, her bright red nails catching the light as she pointed at Tracy, mouthing the words, "You’re mine bitch~." The crowd roared in protest, but Camie didn’t care. She was here to prove, once and for all, that her victory over Tracy wasn’t a fluke—it was just the beginning.

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Going into this match, Tracy could have put her serious face on. She could have let the humiliating upset loss to her rival here embolden her and embitter her. Come out to the crowd with a mean streak and a scowl to drive home the point that she was gonna make sure Camie paid dearly. But in The Circus Cat's mind, the story of this rivalry wasn't going to be that Tracy needed to put aside the antics and the sassiness in favor of carrying herself like "a real wrestler" the way Camie wanted her to. The message wasn't going to be that Tracy needed to carry herself differently or approach Camie differently in order to win! With Tracy's stolen mask in her teeth, Camie made her way down the entrance ramp! The Skintight Submissionist strut her way to the ring to the tune of enough boos and more heat from the crowd than any pyrotechnics could hope to muster, Tracy steadied her breathing. Deep down it was hard for Canon to keep her head on straight seeing Camie absolutely relish in this reaction! But Tracy had been a cornerstone at LAW for long enough to know that her getting riled up right now before the opening bell was exactly what Camie wanted!

"Grrrr...." In her corner, Tracy squatted down and held the middle ropes to her left and right. Of course, she tried to keep her cool. But Camie's insane levels of disrespect couldn't go unanswered or unpunished. Bubbling underneath the surface, Tracy was subtly channeling her fury! A low persistent growl hummed from behind her grit teeth.

The commentators remarked about how Young was milking this. The hateable blonde moved slowly, deliberately, mockingly. The dimmed lights from the arena and the spotlight focused on her called even more attention to her shiny red leotard hugging her lithe frame and her smug face as she kept up these sacrilegious antics! Fans gasped, shook their fists, and cursed as Camie held the mask up like game she had just finished hunting! The last straw her to her her callously discarding the mask and chucking it in Tracy's direction! From her squatting position, Tracy popped up and palmed the mask into her hand. She looked down at it before looking back up at Camie, just in time to see her rival mouth those words.

The message was clear. One might have been an upset but twice would make Camie right about all this- right about Tracy beyond a shadow of a doubt! And The Circus Cat wouldn't have it! Tracy's expression grew more perturbed the longer she held that mask in her hand. The more Camie tried to play all this off like she was way too cool rather than blatantly disrespecting Tracy, her mask, and everything she stood for, the harder Tracy called her fist.

Tracy stood there, nearly motionless as the announcements finished up and as Camie got ready. The crowd was still nuclear with heat towards Young. And as preparations got underway, fans began to rally behind the brooding, curvy luchadora! The second the referee called for the bell, perhaps even a half second or two before the opening bell actually rang, Tracy would beam that mask at Camie's face! And she did so knowing full well that Camie would react either by getting out of the way or blocking it! And the moment Camie picked an option, The Circus Cat would be there to follow up with a foot to the face in the form of a Single Leg Dropkick!

"You wanted my attention? You wanted a rival? Congrats, sis! Now you got one!!!" Tracy would roar if she connected! And a roar or fervor and approval from the crowd would echo her feelings towards the Sinister Skintight Submissionist!!!

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Camie strutted down the ramp with all the confidence in the world, twirling Tracy’s stolen mask between her fingers like a trophy. The crowd’s boos were music to her ears, fueling her arrogance as she smirked at the sea of angry faces, before tossing the mask toward Tracy with a mocking flick of her wrist. But before she could even finish her grand display of disrespect—WHAP!—the mask smacked her right in the face! Camie’s head snapped back from the impact, her smirk vanishing as she staggered a step. And before she could recover—BOOM!—Tracy’s foot crashed into her jaw with a sharp Dropkick, sending Camie stumbling backward into the turnbuckle! The crowd erupted as Camie’s back slammed into the corner, as she pushed herself upright almost immediately, her lips curling back into that infuriating smirk. Her eyes locked onto Tracy, glinting with amusement even as she rubbed her jaw.

"Ooooh, someone’s feisty~," Camie purred, rolling her shoulders as if she hadn’t just been rocked. "Guess I really got under your skin, huh, kitten?" If Tracy lunged forward, Camie was ready. In a flash, she grabbed Tracy by the nose of her mask, yanking her forward and shoving her hard into the opposite corner! The referee quickly stepped in, forcing Camie to break it up—but the smug blonde didn’t care. She backed off with a theatrical sigh, holding her hands up and smuggly rolling her eyes as if she was the one being inconvenienced. "Ugh, fine," Camie huffed, waving a hand dismissively at the ref. Then, with a wicked grin, she suddenly dropped to the mat and slid under the bottom rope, landing on the outside with a flourish.

"Gimme a sec I need a breather!" she called out, stretching her arms behind her head as she began strolling leisurely around the ring. The crowd only booed more as the referee started counting Camie out, the girl smuggly shrugging and holding up ten fingers to show she clearly had till ten. If this went un inruptted, she'd slide back in, only to then slide back out again, restarting the count "Eh come on now Tracy, you know what they say—patience is a virtue~!"

The crowd booed louder, but Camie just laughed, enjoying every second of Tracy’s frustration. She was playing her game, and she was intent on winning. After a few more moments two things would happen, either Tracy would go for a dive, or she'd have to wait. If hse waited Camie would smuggly take her time before VERY SLOWLY retuning to the ring. BUt if the Circus cat couldn't wait, and she attempted the dive, Camie would simply dive under the ropes out of the way, and sure Tracy would probably land on her feet, but Camie simply would respond by doing a few mocking jumping jacks while Tracy had to get back in. ""Come on tracy, get back in you pussy cat~"