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Sin & Vice reunited, Sin gets to her feet and hands the chair to Vice. She then picks Sarah’s carcas off the mat, so that Vanessa can level her with a violent overhead shot to the head that dents the chair! Sindy then carelessly tosses her back down, letting her fall to the mat, once again knocked unconscious from the blow.



While this is going on, Jenna watches the whole tableau unfold, surprised at the Roughneck’s return, but not particularly inclined to intervene, one way or the other. Instead, she just slides out of the ring and backs away from the mugging, which has nothing to do with her. Vanessa hops out of the ring to grab the microphone, as she has a couple things to get off of her chest.



“Well now! It’s been a long damn time since I’ve been out here! And from the sound of it, you people have missed me about as much as I missed you!” The boos rain down even louder over the duo, who simply flip their “adoring public” off before Davis continues. “As some of you may know, I’ve been on the sidelines for the last several months because some bitch from Nebraska brained me with a steel chair!” This drew a chorus of cheers from the audience. Not only were they happy to see the Duchess of Domination get a taste of her own medicine, but many have been keeping up with Cassandra Beckett’s exploits in FAWN, appreciating her turning over a new leaf, and recognizing her taking out Sin & Vice as her turning point in that change of heart. Vanessa simply rolls her eyes at the crowd’s relishing of her suffering. “Whatever, nerds!” she barks before continuing.



“Anyway, weeks and months went by, and LAW’s in-house doctor kept refusing to clear me. They wouldn’t even let me come out with Sindy for her matches, to lend her my support!” Another round of cheers at that, as they’ve been loving seeing the Sin half of the team play jobber while Vice has been away. “Well, I got tired of waiting! I got a second opinion...and then I got a third...and then I got a fourth! And all three of the doctors I went to agreed; They could see what the sticking point was, preventing our doc from clearing me, but they disagreed with his assessment, saying I’ve probably been good to go for over a month! So, here I am...SIN AND VICE IS BACK, BABY!!” A round of boos follows the declaration, not particularly pleased to see the hated team reunited.



“And let me tell you something!” she continues, “You bastards in the front office that yanked our title shot that WE EARNED?! You can fucking keep it! Don’t get me wrong; We WILL get those titles eventually. It’s only a matter of time. But first, we’ve got a little business to take care of! Every single bitch in the back that’s gotten a kick outta beating and humiliating my girl Sindy in my absence, you’re on notice! And we’re starting with this goody two-shoes right here!” She gives Triple S a love tap with the toe of her boot, causing the barely conscious girl to moan softly. “So, Spencer, you better go find yourself a partner, a lamb to slaughter, much like yourself, because in two weeks, you’ll be staring across the ring at the best damn tag team that’s ever walked through the doors here in LAW! And we intend to make an example out of your wholesome ass! Nobody...NOBODY...screws with SIN AND VICE!!” With that, she spikes the microphone down onto the mat and she and Vegas exit the ring, their ominous warning hanging like a pall over the crowd.



LAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH



FIRST CLIP



TURNADOT-FINALE

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoTa-b7cUw0



As the opening bars of Giacomo Puccini’s opera based on Persian poetry fills the air, the inhabitants of the famous L.A.W arena lose their shit! They know what the song means and they’re quickly vindicated When the tag team Knight and Squire break through the curtains.



KNIGHT- VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT




SQUIRE- DANICA DADAL




The former tag champs are dressed for battle in their all white ring gear, the gigantic German, Victoria in form fitting boycut shorts and halter top, and on her right hand a fingerless elbow length glove. The far more diminutive and infinitely more buxom Danica shows a little more skin, with short-shorts and a halter top that shows off her heart-attack inducing cleavage in a tasteful manner, but with a heart shaped cutout. Both wear boots, elbow pads and knee pads, though Victoria’s are covered in intricate patterns designed to resemble medieval armor. Starting an era of dominance as a teenager, the LAW dogs are trained heap their praises onto the Teutonic Terror, Victoria Hackenschmidt, and to a much lesser extent her student and far less successful partner Danica, as they slap hands on their way to the ring. The people love their Polish Puppy (especially her stunning looks and hourglass figure) but she just can’t seem to hack it when she’s not teaming with the perfect balance of strength and skill that is Victoria. That historically proven perception is what made today’s events so interesting... after weeks of public call outs and fluke wins, Danica is challenging for the L.A.W championship tonight!



Victoria’s ringside tonight only for emotional support, and to give expert commentary, she gives her Squire a hug and wishes her good luck before the hardbody heroine steps over the top rope and heads toward the commentators’ table. Danica vines her arms along the top rope and does some last minute back stretches, her long, honey blond hair trailing over the edge



As she does this the LAW dogs are already howling their displeasure at the current champion before her music even hits. . .



www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TwJhH_Yj5M



The spotlights circle around the entrance at the sound of a young girl singing
anything you can do I can do better. I can do anything better than you, and when that beat drops the lights go out the building is overtaken by darkness. Illuminated only by a series of expertly positioned lights that makes the ramp to the ring seem to be a walkway of glowing violet in a universe of black. Out steps L.A.W’s current and hated champion…

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TAMARA MITCHELL




Yes it’s true. If you are of the decreasing number of fans that only watch the FAWN product for all your wrestling needs, then you would have thought the other Mitchell child had disappeared from the industry after losses to Trisha Belle and Lenore Lemarchand in 2012. Not true. As she recovered from a concussion resulting from her match with Emily’s Lady in Waiting, Tamara kept an eye on the dirstsheets and message boards. While she had her fans and well-wishers, overwhelmingly the consensus was she just wasn’t up to the family standard. The matriarch Natalie Mitchell was a Southern wrestling legend, Sophie was a staple of FAWN’s tag team division and is currently Italy’s #1 Competitor, the black sheep of the Mitchell family, Cynthia is one of FAWN’s most decorated and controversial figures. As of Spring Break 2019 the littlest Mitchell, Skye became a tag team champion, making a bigger impact in FAWN than she EVER did. If Tamara wanted to make her mark in professional wrestling, she resolved to do it in EVERY OTHER PROMOTION.



And so far she was succeeding. Swaggering down the ramp Tamara not only carried the L.A.W championship around her waist, but the title belt from a Philidelpha promotion on her right shoulder, and Los Angeles indie on her left. Around her neck a blue ribbon that connected to a gold medal that nestled comfortably in her cleavage, an award for a single elimination tournament that took place in Yugoslavia a month prior, Tamara Mitchell had become a belt collector, a queen of the Indies that technically had more gold than either of her big sisters, though none from the Orlando based company.



A haughty smirk and a swing in her step that was entirely for her benefit and not the audience (though they did appreciate it) Tamara taunted the lazy underachievers that made up the audience with her greatness. Dressed to kill in the family colors of various shades of purple, Mitchell traded traded in her black shorts for a pair of TIGHT violet, vinyl pants that showed off her powerful thighs, and rear beautifully. Along the legs material was cut away in the shape of letters; up the left leg ‘MIGHTIEST,’ down the right leg ‘MITCHELL’. A hooded, sleeveless buttoned top hugged her ample curves, a small rim of skin winking between her shirt and bottoms as she walked. The lavender hood unworn and partially covered by Tamara’s long, wavy, light-brown hair, and connected to the orchid portion of Tamara’s shirt that ended just under her firm breasts, which teased the audience with two buttons undone. The rest of the shirt is colored your standard purple, with lilac boots and wristbands completing Tamara’s color scheme.



“Remind me what promotion this is, again? I have so many titles, I lose track, I know that brat’s not a wrestler so this must be a wet t-shirt contest!”



Danica gives the brunette an adorable scowl, the champ has yet to look at the challenger and is walking a circuit of the ring, riling up the front row fans. An unfortunate side-effect of Tamara’s success is that her ego has grown with each title win. Spying the close cut locks of the Valiant Victoria, the 3rd Mitchell daughter walks up to the seated former champion, unstraps the L.A.W title around her waist and raises it in the air, daring the Knight to make a move while dismissing the ‘number one contender.’ who was reaching a boiling point. The audience rains down boos upon Tamara, who was locked in a death stare with Phoenix promotion’s eternally top girl, and laughed uproariously when the craven champion scampered away when Victoria stood up.



Mitchell had been avoiding a one on one fight against the young vet since she got the title, and with good reason as Hackenschmidt is the company’s only unbeaten champion; abdicating the title after a year carrying it when she became a minority owner of the company, not wanting to tarnish the belt with any accusations of dirty politics (not that anyone would think to accuse her).





SECOND CLIP



After taking her fourth consecutive avalanche splash within a minute Tamara falls flat on her face, Danica speeds away and presses into the far ropes and rebounds into a running stomp of the brunette’s head!



www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLXDpsEie9k



She shudders as the crowd goes “OOOH!” Danica drops to the ground and shoves Mitchell onto her back, The Squire climbs on top for a lateral press but Tamara raises a shoulder breaking the count at 2.5. Victoria is a little shocked by her protegee’s aggressiveness, the stacked shorty is normally of a more bubbly attitude and utilizes a submission heavy, ground based style of fighting. The match started out more technical in nature, with the Majestic Mitchell using her 6 inches and 15 pounds she had on the very lightweight Dadal to bully her around the ring. Piefacing her, slapping the back of her head, and just shoving her to the canvas, all the while shouting to the arena, “She ain’t ready! She ain’t ready!”



Tamara turned to yell this insulting summation at the seated Hackenschmidt when Danica, who was apparently playing possum after eating a big boot, chop blocks her hard in the left knee!



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After that Danica went to work. Stomping where her shoulder met Tamara’s patellofemoral joint, mixing in knee and elbow drops in an attempt to cripple the North Carolinian; cinching in a half crab Danica tries to end the match with a submission, but Tamara manages drag themselves over to the bottom rope, screaming all the while. When the ref separates the two Danica tries to uncharastically push past the ref to capitalize with a low kick to the knee, but Tamara blocks it by pressing her back to the coils and starts throwing hands. A mistake as it turns out because this Danica doesn’t seem to mind brawling, and is pumping fists into the champion’s body, quickly backing her into the corner and laying it on thick with punches, elbows and chops. Then it was all juggs, all the time, the Squire Irish whipping bigger woman into each corner of the ring, each bone rattling collision followed by a leaping splash, buffeting Tamara’s face with Danica’s extra large naturals.



The LAW dogs were barking their approval, loving the new Dangerous, Deadly, Destructive Danica (each D to match her bra size), Victoria shook off her stunned state to clap in approval and shout her support to her partner, “You ave zis Dada!”



The Polish Puppy now resembling a pitbull, pulls Tamara to standing and impales her with a kick that lands a bit low on the waist, but high enough not to get her disqualified (this isn’t FAWN after all). Danica backs away from the doubled over belt collector so she can get a running start to leap over the brunette. As she falls Danica hooks her hands on Tamara’s thighs, pulling her opponent back while adding her own momentum to bash the back of Tamara’s head against the middle buckle.



THE DADAL DECAPITOR

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CfOY-zpyuM



The crowd erupts at the Squire’s new weapon! finally the sidekick will dethrone the villain and live up to her potential… or she would have if Tamara hadn’t rolled out of the ring before Danica could cover her. Slapping the mat in frustration, Dadal slides to the outside to get her prey.





THIRD CLIP



“UUGH!”



Dadal groans as another clothesline crashes across her clavicle, trapped in the corner Tamara is doing her best to push the Polish girl through the post with a barrage of rapidfire blows, fueled by equal parts frustration and a titleholder’s determination.



www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUOfvI373LA



After diving to the outside Tamara made use of several strategic retreats around, across, and even under the ring… or as the more learned fan would call it, ‘chicken shit’ tactics. Danica finally cornered the reeling brunette only to fall prey to a Drop Toe Hold that had fans cringing when the Squire’s head connected to the steel steps. This prompted Victoria to leave the commentator’s table and check on her tag partner, scaring Tamara to the safety of the ring’s center.



Much of Mitchell’s energy regained from her hit and run strategy(more run than hit) L.A.W’s top title holder began to wear her adversary down with a series of power moves as soon as Danica crawled back into the ring. Scoop slams, bearhugs, Suplexes, a gutbuster, and now some excellent corner work. Tamara never once went for a pin however; feeling embarrassed by being womanhandled by this glorified jobber, Mitchell needed to grind into this moron’s bones that she was a dynasty, wrestling’s hottest prospect, and the top woman of this or any promotion.



Grabbing a handful of luxurious blond hair, Tamara pulls Danica out of the corner, sidling up she pulls the Squire’s left arm straight across her chest, hooking her right arm around Danica’s neck and palming her chin. Tamara kicks out her right leg then swings it back between the challenger’s stems hooking it around Dadal’s shapely left leg. Forcing the buxom battler to double over, Mitchell then whips in reverse, slamming the the back of Danica’s head and neck into the thinly padded plywood.



Cringing in pain Danica immediately rises to a seat, legs spread out in a V, Tamara swiftly lays down on her shoulder behind the Polish Puppy and works her legs under Danica’s armpits; rocking on her haunches Mitchell forces the blond’s shoulders to the canvas, each competitor’s face framed by the others’ walking sticks. The ref drops to count a pinfall but is interrupted by Tamara casting the blond’s legs aside and reaching between her own, lacing her fingers behind Danica’s neck she pulls her up while trapping the jobber’s arms with her legs. Ensnaring Dadal in an innovative crossface/lotus lock combo.



TAMARA’S TANGLE

youtu.be/s9TotdmanAk?t=81



“Right here! Danica, stretch your leg!”



Victoria takes on the role of a manager, slapping the apron to get her partner to focus on something other than the pain in her neck and shoulders and to reach for the bottom coil. The juggy jobber grunts as Mitchell alternates between pouring on pressure with her legs or yanking on Danica’s neck. The Squire squirms trying to get the right angle and stretches her toned gam trying to hit the bottom rope with her boot…





FOURTH CLIP



Moving about the canvas while locked in an elbow and collar tie up, the intense pair grind their foreheads against each other like dueling rams. Danica just barely avoided a tap out loss by hitting the ropes with her boot’s toe, forcing the official to separate the entwined females. Rather than take a break on the outside under the protection her mentor Victoria the Valiant, Danica leaps forward clunking her skull against Tamara’s, both women collapsing on the mat to the cheers of “DA-NI-CA!! DA-NI-CA!! DA-NI-CA!!”



Trading sloppy punches for a bit, Mitchell and Dadal instinctively came together to test their strength. Tonight Danica’s on the verge of finally proving she can win a match without Victoria. That she can be a champion on her own, where as Tamara’s on the edge of sanity trying to prove she’s not the forgotten daughter, the ‘other one’, that she’s THE ONLY ONE.



Normally Mitchell would be able to throw around the super lightweight with extreme ease, but a combination of Danica’s earlier work on her left knee and the blond bringing up power from the very depths of her soul, Tamara is stuck in a stalemate with this much smaller woman. To break this tie she’ll need to go into the well for some old school tips from Mama Natalie; Still grinding her head against Danica’s, the champ changes her angle of pressure and slides till she’s cheek-to-cheek, and sinks her pearly whites into The Squire’s ear!



“AAAAAAH!”



Danica lets out a shrill wail, she abandons the tie up and tries to pry her ear from the rabid champ’s fangs, Tamara stops chewing voluntarily but only after she grinds the heel of one of her lilac boots onto Danica’s toes. Making her yelp for an entirely different reason. The back alley catfight moves distracting the blond enough for Mitchell to collect her in a tight front facelock, and start pounding Danica’s back with overhand blows, mixing in the odd knee to the gut as Tamara pulled her closer to the ropes. It looks like the purple powerhouse is going to try and Suplex Danica from the ring to the concrete!



The fans, the ref, and Victoria all loudly try to make the champ see sense but their protests fall on deaf ears; Tamara yanks her lightweight challenger to high noon, boots kicking wildly in the air. Tamara tries to shove Dadal up and over the ropes for a potential career ending injury, but Victoria doesn’t train quitters! Danica hangs on for dear life and shifts to plant her pert bottom on the ring’s edge. Dragged back first onto the ropes, Tamara is a prime target for an apron seated facebuster! But you don’t become the top draw for several leagues without learning to adapt, Mitchell kicks out her legs landing like a purple feline while keeping facelock intact. She backs away till Danica’s doll like feet hit the floor and in that moment Tamara takes her up, over and down in a picture perfect suplex on the padded concrete.



youtu.be/gqAyq8bD9HU?t=3017



Danica lets out a pitiful cry as she arches her back and rolls from side to side on the ground, Tamara’s on one knee catching her breath as the fans shower them with a well deserved “HOLY SHIT!” chant. Tamara runs a hand through her sweat soaked hair as she looks at Danica who’s toughing it out and climbing the stairs with her hands to get back in the fight. Mitchell grumbles an audible “Fuck this…” and crawls under the ring skirt, treating the fans to a long look at her backside before she pulls out a steel chair (oddly painted purple).



The Majestic Mitchell raises the chair over her head and takes aim at the unsuspecting Danica’s back, taunting “Tits don’t make you tough, sweetie!”



Mitchell starts to swing that chair like a pickaxe, but it’s caught on something? She swivels her neck to see the top of the chair is in Victoria’s strong grip! The Gigantic German tries pulling the foriegn object away but Tamara sets her feet and pulls with all her Southern might, a tug of war for the fate of the match ensues. The Valiant and the desperate circle with each other with each yank of the steel, Mitchell’s back now to the ring, she’s practically foaming at the mouth hearing the official’s ever increasing count. With a final lurch Tamara tears the chair out of Hackenschmidt’s hands-CLUNK! The referee crumbles to mat, the backswing of the chair glanced off the official’s eyebrow. Not out cold, but clearly incapitated given how he twitches like fresh roadkill; Victoria stands horrified at their blunder, a hand covering her open mouth, Tamara holds the chair flat between them like a shield, chuckling at her imagined rival’s expression.



“Heheh, guess your not “wrestling perfection” after all, huh VicKKAAAAA!”





A swinging heel strikes like a sniper’s bullet into the seat of the chair knocking it into Tamara’s face, stunning the North Carolinian and driving her lower back into the apron’s edge; the hardest part of the ring. Gritting her teeth Mitchell falls to her knees and a resurgent Danica pounces on her like a hungry lioness, second wind blowing full force.



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“THANKS! FOR! THE! ASSIST!”



Danica punctuates each elbow strike to Mitchell’s back and coccyx with gratitude for her teacher’s interference, all without looking at her, which was a strange sight for the German and the audience members. The newly dangerous sidekick takes hold of Tamara’s stupid hood and her waistband then underhands tosses her headfirst into the steel steps, causing an arena wide cringe as they watch the champ’s body act like a cintracting slinky before rolling to the guardrail, making incoreherent sounds of indescribable pain. Even Victoria, who is no fan of Tamara or even the majority of the Mitchell women… but that was hard to watch.



Danica takes a brief moment to catch her breath, stretching out the heart shaped cutout on her chest to get some cool air on the gurls, getting a few whistles out of the crowd and a small swallow from Hackenschmidt. Danica picks up Tamara by her long, chestnut hair and shoves her into the ring, far from the ropes; pressing Mitchell flat on her back the melon chested blond hooks both of the champ’s knees in a backpress pin, pointing her violet covered rear to the sky. The LAW Dogs count along.



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THREE!!!







FOUR!!?



The crowd keeps counting because the ref is to busy making sure his head is in one piece to make the count, Danica’s screaming at him to end the match but she may as well be underwater. In the delay Tamara gets enough of her mind back to kick out of the cradle and roll onto her back. Danica starts pounding the canvas in frustration, she’s soooo close! Her first singles win! Her first singles title! Dadal’s watched hours of tape, she knows Tamara’s been situations like this before and has pulled tricky bullshit to escape with title intact, what can she do to…?



Danica looks at the discarded chair, the crowd erupts at this small gesture that could lead to life altering results.



Faster than Lenore in oil, Danica dashes under the bottom rope, picks up the steel, slides it into the squared circle. Danica rolls back in, takes the object in hand, and raises it high above a half conscious Tamara who has gotten to all fours. Dadal arches her back, thrusting out her twin cannons to really get some sting in that swing, but the chair is yanked out of her hands by Victoria who was on her partner's tail the whole time!



Danica is wide eyed with shock and anger, hands gesturing wildly, voice loud and high pitched.



“What are you doing!?”



Victoria tosses the chair to the outside where it clatters on the ground, it's “clanging” mixing with the boos of the unhappy crowd, eager to see the tiny terror get extreme.



‘You don’t need that to win, you’re better than that,” Victoria explains in a calming tone and a slight teutonic accent, “you don’t need to sink to her level.”



Shock gives way to more anger, “Who cares what level I go to as long as I wiaAAAAH!”



Tamara snuck behind Dadal while she was in heated conversation, wrapped an arm around her leg and brought her down for a roll up pin, the referee’s woken to a semi-conscious state and slaps the mat.



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THREE!!!



TAMARA MITCHELL HAS RETAINED THE CHAMPIONSHIP!



Grasping victory from the jaws of defeat, Tamara leaps off the defeated blond and scrambles out of the ring, forgoing her usual post-match boasting and limps back to the back clutching the title belt like newborn baby. Danica sits on her haunches with arms limp, just staring into space with a horrified look etched on her face. Victoria had a similar look on her face but with a touch of fear and sadness mixed in, perhaps feeling some guilt for her role in her partner’s loss.



“Dada, I’m so sorry,” Vicky approaches a slowly rising Danica with palms out in a placating gesture, “I was only trying to-”



CRACK!!!



Victoria’s neck cranes from the LOUDEST, HARDEST slap she has ever felt, a perfect red handprint already visible. She might even bruise. If the Knight’s eyes weren’t tearing up, she would have at Danica’s hateful glare. Hand to her cheek Victoria tries to touch her (former?) partner’s shoulder but the enraged Squire brushes away the limb and shoves Victoria in the chest, putting her on her ass. Dadal turns and stomps up the ramp without looking back, pissed off as all heck amid smattering of “Da-ni-ca! Da-ni-ca!” from the fans.



Victoria sat there, still palming her branded cheek watching her departing student, wondering if she’d broken their bond permanently. As the seconds pass she realizes that the crowd is... booing her? Loudly and passionately they boo and hiss angry words.



“YOU FUCKED UP!”



“WHY’D YOU GET INVOLVED?”



“IT WAS HER TIME!”



Victoria had received mixed reactions when facing a local favorite but nothing like this, she looks confused and alarmed by this mob reaction. Why were they reacting like this?



I was trying to do the right thing...




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