“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”

Standing in the middle of what looks like a snowstorm on the airport taxi stand, Vixen can’t help but sing along with a commercial that is playing on one of the little television screens nearby.  

Having come home to Ottawa had been a crazy one off trip that she had made to talk to someone that could set her right.  Walking into the gym where she had trained for most of her basic training in the military had been hard enough but stepping into the hospital in the city where she grew up hurt.  The one person she could share her worries with had looked so small when she had remembered her as being bigger than life.

~*~
A few days ago, Vixen’s foster mother had slipped and fallen at her home when Vixen had arrived with a surprise for Christmas.  The older lady had gone down hard clutching her chest and lay awkwardly on the walkway as Vixen panickedly called 911.  Later that day, Vixen sat at the woman’s bedside reading her messages as the older lady slept in a drugged stupor.

“Great,” mutters Vixen as she reads about her upcoming match, “a tag match for Christmas, who would have thought it.  Guess Misty and I will be fighting someone that really wants to make a name for themselves or probably one more time against the Fallen.”  

“Who?” asks a quivery voice from the bed as Vixen punches in some kind of response.

Looking up, Vixen’s face lights up as the old lady opens her eyes and takes in the bombshell who is wiping away an errant tear.  “The Fallen are a tag team Nona,” answers Vixen as she leans forward and puts her hand on Nona’s.  As she does, the cell phone in her other hand vibrates as Wizards in Winter begins to play.  Raising it upwards, she reads the match card.  

“I was right, it’s the Fallen and they are coming with someone named Phoenix,” says Vixen with conviction.  “But I’m not teaming with Misty…this is interesting.  I am teaming with one of the teams I beat at the supercard, the one team that gave Misty and I a run for our belts.”

“Are they any good,” asks Nona, moving slightly only to curse as the pain throbs through her hip.  “What the hell happened to me?”

“You fell and broke a hip,” replies Vixen as she rises and offers her help to make Nona more comfortable.  “And yes, the Foshan Bombshells are good.  This is going to be a match to be watching for sure.  I think though that I have the better teammate than the Fallen do.  These girls are intense and focused and one hell of a team.  And they are going to need me to be focused as well and I think that watching what is going on in the federation, I need to get my focus where it belongs.”

“Then,” Nona begins, “you need to quit thinking about everything but what you need to do this week.  After all you have your career and that nice young man of yours…” she says with a twinkle in her eye.  “Besides Vixie, you know that when it comes to life you haven’t always been on the right side but you gave it your all and lived life to the fullest.  I want you to know that the Fo…whatever their name is has the best partner in that ring.”

“I know Nona and I respect the two of them,” offers Vixen as she once again sits beside the bed.  “It is just that I know the Fallen and I know they aren’t above using any means necessary to win and this JD Phoenix girl is cut from the same mold.  Being the good guys might be a disadvantage for us…”

“You just get that thought out of your head too.  You are the toughest chickie I have seen and trust me when I tell you that I have seen many,” says Nona.  “None of them did the things you did.  You got your life turned around and I am proud to say that I am glad I got to be the one to help raise you up that way.”

Vixen chuckles as she shakes her head.  “Even when I got involved with that wrong group?” she asks softly.

“Even then,” replies Nona.  “You got in the army and you straightened up.  Why you stay around an old broad like me doesn’t make sense but I’m glad you do.”

“Because you crazy old lady,” offers Vixen with a smile.  “You are the closest thing to a mom I am ever going to have.  So what am I going to do with you being laid up for Christmas huh?”

“We’ll take real good care of her,” answers a youngish doctor who comes into the hospital room where he sets the chart down and pulls a stethoscope out to listen to the woman’s heartbeat.  “She won’t be missing much other than being home for Christmas.  I do promise though, Santa will be coming through.”

The pair laugh along with the doctor who does a final check on Nona’s iv then with a smile leaves once more.  Vixen sobers up as she leans down to hug the woman.    “I love you Nona,” she whispers as the older lady wraps her arms around Vixen.

“Merry Christmas Vixie,” she answers.  “And give those Fallen and Phoenix characters some Season’s Beatings for me too.”
~*~

Sitting in the airport, Vixen looks down at her cell phone and smiles at the video she had been looking at.  Nona and her at the hospital, matching grins, the bombshell tag belt between the two of them.  Nona looking directly into the camera it seems and smiling, her blue veined hand resting comfortably on the belt.

“My girl Vixie here is going to prove to you why she is the bombshell tag champion,” says Nona as Vixen tells her that she is facing the Bombshell champion Gothika with her partner Diamond and JD Phoenix.  “I don’t care if you are facing the biggest ugliest she dogs in the world, Vixie my girl is the Bomb diggety!”

“Bomb diggety…really Nona?” says Vixen as she doubles over with laughter on the video.

“Miss…excuse me but they just called your flight for Vegas,” says one of the counter girls.  

Vixen gets to her feet and nods with a wave of thanks as she heads to the skywalk to board the plane.

“I hope that the Foshan Bombshells are going to be ready…the Bomb diggety is on her way to get herself the win!” Vixen softly exclaims as she disappears around the corner  and into the plane.

 Walking into the kitchen of their home, her hands working her long hair into an elastic, Vixen can’t help but smile as she looks at Spike Staggs and sees the straps of an apron on.  Moving towards him, she slides her hands around his waist and nuzzles under his ear.

“Hey love,” she says as she hugs him.  He responds with a hand clutching at hers then spins her around.  Vixen begins to move in for another hug before seeing “Mr. Mom” on the front of the apron.  The two words make her pull away with a giggle.  “Nice apron,” she adds between gulps of trying to breathe through her laughter.

“Go ahead and laugh it up beautiful,” Spike growls in mock anger.  “If it wasn’t for this apron, you and I wouldn’t be here right now because I wouldn’t have joined Sin City Wrestling.”  Pulling Vixen closer, Spike lets his lips leisurely caress Vixen’s before pulling away and letting her go with a tap on the ass.  “Eden said something about you making some dessert for tonight before she left.”

“Eden’s gone?” asks Vixen as she moves towards the coffeemaker where she pores herself a cup of coffee then moves to the other side of the counter.  

Spike nods as he puts the finishing touch on the turkey before he replies with a mumbled, “Yeah, thought that maybe she should go and see her mother…”

Vixen moves towards Spike and hugs him again.  “I’m glad that you let Eden go and see Misty.  I mean she and I are tag partners and well, I think that she might be a bit lonely since her change of heart so to speak.  Part of me thinks that maybe just maybe we should give her the benefit of the doubt.  It can’t hurt especially if we are teaming together.”

Leaning on the counter, Spike lets his arms rest on Vixen’s shoulders.  “We have a history and here you are suggesting we be all buddy buddy.  I ain’t going to be that trusting babe,” avows Spike.  “But I ain’t the one that has to team with her so I think what we need to do is focus on what is important and that is getting ready for the crazies that are going to be here later.”

At the mention of crazies, Jamie Staggs walks into the kitchen with his crying son.  “Bro man, you gotta tell me that you are making your famous food for thanksgiving.  Because I am hungry for something other than mac and cheese…” teases Jamie as he hands Sean off to Vixen and begins to peer into the different pots and pans on the stove.

“Hands off Jamie,” growls Spike as he shares a look with Vixen who is juggling Sean to make him laugh.  Sniffing slightly, Vixen realizes why Sean is crying and hands him back to his father.  “Sean is smelling a bit funky Jamie, where is your diaper bag and I will get you a diaper.”

“Aw man,” mutters Jamie as he motions towards the counter where he set the bag and is handed the strap by Vixen as Spike’s phone goes off.  Vixen watches as he answers it, listening with only a half an ear as she prepares to start cooking her dessert.  Spike hangs up the phone then reaches behind his back and pulls at the bow of the apron, pulling it off and leaning over to drape it over Vixen’s shoulders then kisses her cheek.

“I’ll be back my love, I have something to do,” Spike says as he grabs a jacket.  “Keep him out of the kitchen and I’ll be back soon.”  After pointing threateningly at Jamie, Spike leaves Vixen to guard the food from his scavenging brother as the scene fades out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After dinner, Spike and his family sit relaxing, the turkey working its magic on everyone making them drowsy in the warm living room.  Vixen finally fights off the laziness and with a smile for Spike, she gets to her feet and moves towards the staircase and climbs the stairs to enter a room at the top of the stairs.

Inside the room is a computer open on a vanity that is cluttered with papers and makeup.  Sitting in front of the screen, Vixen takes the mouse and opens a webcam program which pops up a window to show Vixen sitting there.  Pressing record, Vixen begins to speak.

“It is time for December to Dismember, the SCW supercard that will be opening with a very strong match featuring the Bombshell tag team titles on the line.  Misty and I have our first defense and believe it or not, it’s a match that will see the two of us defend against three other teams.  If you asked me when I won the title that I would be working well with my partner, I would have laughed right in your face.  And from the looks of it she and I have a lot of work ahead of us,” says Vixen into the lens of the webcam.

Adjusting her chair as a small yawn escapes her, Vixen puts a hand over her mouth.  “I have to apologize for that yawn.  I am not trying to be rude or anything however, thanksgiving dinner was just too good.  The fact that Misty and I are facing three other teams that want what we have, that definitely won’t be boring at all.  However, when it comes to this title, I don’t think that I am going to let any of those women have a chance at taking what belongs to Misty and I.”

“So let me lay this out for you in words that you will understand.    Azz and Class, I have seen how you wrestle and it would be like wrestling the Kardashians I am sure.  I mean you are tough but the only thing that I am thinking that you will bring to the fight is the fact that you are pretty much a Jerry Springer tag team on the ‘Bitch I am gonna kick your ass’ episode.  I’m ready for it, honestly I am because it seems that is all you are going to be good for,” states Vixen with certainty.

“Then there is Necra and Tracy…a tag team that is basically thrown together like a scrub baseball team.  Don’t get me wrong, you two are talented wrestlers on your own.  Hell, Necra has held titles in SCW and Tracy is a very strong competitor that I have been in the ring with.  The two of you have faced me before and think that I won’t be that tough because Misty and I just can’t seem to get on the same page.  Well, that is going to change at the supercard .”

“And finally, our last opponents are the Foshan Bombshells.  Welcome to Sin City ladies.  I don’t know how long you are planning to remain here in SCW but while you are here, I look forward to seeing just how far you are going to go.  I heard that it was Misty’s reputation that brought you here and I congratulate you on choosing an opponent that is one of the top bombshells in the federation.  But one thing you need to know, there is another that is just as good, her tag team partner.”

“So at December to Dismember, it is going to be a four corners elimination match where I have to work with my partner to turn back a very strong challenge by three teams that just might have what it takes to beat Misty and I.  After realizing that I do have to protect Misty just as much as she needs to protect me, I have come to believe that we will be better teammates at the Supercard.  I am not going to let her down and neither will she let me down.  So ladies, there is nothing you can do to stop us from retaining our belts at the supercard.”

With that, Vixen leans forward and smiling into the webcam finishes her speech.  “And Misty, I know we haven’t seen eye to eye since we were made into a tag team but that changes now.  We will talk and we will be on the same page come December to Dismember, this I promise you,” vows Vixen who is interrupted by Spike who leans into the room to invite Vixen back downstairs.  

Without another word, she leans to the mouse and presses stop on the recording leaving the webcam to film her leaving the room and shutting the door.

 “You gotta want it.”  That is what I am being told constantly.

“You don’t have the motivation to go for the title because you will have to team with Misty.”  I have heard that time and again.

“You can’t win…”  

Who the hell do you think you are telling me these things?

Truth is…I am coming for the title like an avenging angel and there will be nothing to hold me back.  So ladies…time to throw down…or throw YOU out as the case may be.



Sitting in the airport as she waits for the flight to Trinidad, Vixen lets the beam of light flash off her engagement ring as she thinks about what could be happening at High Stakes when she stepped into the ring with four other women for a chance to wear one half of the tag team titles in SCW.  The diamond sends small rainbows shining around her but her thoughts are a million miles away.

“Those are pretty,” says Eden who tries to catch the sparkles as Spike flops down beside Vixen.  Straightening up, Vixen smiles as she moves the finger with the ring sending sparkles shining over the girl who giggles.  “Mommie Vixen, what makes the sparkles?”

Sharing a grin with Spike, Vixen holds her arms open in invitation as Eden climbs on her lap.  “I could give you the scientific reason but between you and me petite, I think the sparkles are dreams coming true,” answers Vixen as she hugs Eden.

“Kinda like when you are in Trinidad,” adds Timmy who walks up to the family.  Leaning one hip against the end of the row, he pulls one foot up and leans on his knee.  “So Vix, what do you think is going to be happening at the match.  Everyone seems to think that you have already given up from what I have been seeing online and from what the smarks are saying too.

Vixen shakes her head.  “What do you think I should do then Timmy?” she asks in a serious tone as she shares another glance with Eden.  “If I give up I don’t get the title but if I don’t, I will have to be partners with Misty.”

Eden picks up on her mother’s name and turns to pull Vixen’s face towards her.  “You are going to be in a team with Mommie?” she asks wide eyed as Spike gives Vixen a look over the head of his daughter.

“Listen Eden, I am in a match that if I win I will be teaming with your Mommie,” says Vixen slowly.  “It is something that most people think won’t happen because your Mommie and I have had some differences in the past.”

“But you and her are not fighting now,” says Eden with a smile.  “Both my Mommies could be a team right Daddy?”

Spike forces a smile for Eden as he nods.  “The two of them would be a really strong team babygirl.  And when Vixen wins the match, she and Mommie will be the tag champions of the Bombshells.  And we will be so proud of her won’t we?” he demands as over the intercom a staticky voice broadcasts the call for boarding the plane.  “Time for Vixen to leave Eden,” he adds.

Eden nods and throws her arms around the neck of Vixen who hugs her tight.  Spike motions Timmy forward as he offers a halfhearted hug to Vixen before taking the hand of the little girl and guiding her towards the windows to watch a plane taxiing down the runway to take off.  Once the two kids move away, Spike pulls Vixen close, his hands on her shoulders as he looks deep into her eyes.

“I know you are getting ready to be in that match but Vixen I want you to do just like we planned.  Let the wild animal that I know is inside of you out.  This isn’t going to be a match to be technical in.  This match means you are going to have to claw and fight your way to the title,” he says softly as their foreheads meet.  “I want you to let go of the control babe.”

“Are you sure Spike,” Vixen asks, a slow sense of excitement tingeing her voice as her hands rest against his chest.  “If I do that, it could easily mean a level of violence that only Parand released.  Do you wish that on the bombshells I am facing?”

“When I next see you, I want to see that gold on your waist.  Make me proud by not letting anything get in your way.  It is just you and me for NXT.  Bring back the gold babe,” he states, his voice lowering as he leans in for a kiss, their lips melting against each other.  Finally they break apart breathlessly as Timmy coughs and mutters something about getting a room.

Reluctantly Vixen pulls away from Spike and picks up the small carryon resting by the seat.  Timmy picks up Eden as Vixen leans in and kisses the girl on the cheek.  “Love you petite, be good,” she says before ruffling Timmy’s hair.  “That means you too kiddo.”

“Yeah yeah,” he jokes as a blush crosses his face at the teasing.  

Taking Eden down the skyway a little, Vixen and Spike follow more slowly.  “I meant what I said Vix, full throttle against those four women and don’t hold back.”

“I wish you were coming Spike,” Vixen says.  “Who knows if they can control me when I let go of my control.  Even you were almost not enough to stop me with Parand.  And this match is more important my love,” she adds.

“Who said I wanted to let you gain control?” Spike replies as he brings their linked hands and kissing the back of Vixen’s.  “All I want to see at High Stakes is a woman that won’t let anything hold her back.”

Over the intercom, the final boarding call for Vixen’s flight is announced.  With a look towards the high ceiling in the airport, Vixen sighs and steps into the embrace of Spike for a final kiss before turning quickly to board the plane.  Spike watches her go before smirking as the kids move to stand beside him waving as Vixen turns back for a final look as the scene fades to black.



Settled back in her seat, Vixen let her eyes drift closed as she began to relax.  Soft puffs of air escape her as she slips into a light doze.  Moments later, her head moves from side to side as she begins to dream.

The crowd was going wild as five women are seen circling in the middle of the ring.  Lizzy Short locks up with Jessie Salco as Angela Fallon and Joanne Canelli trade punches.  In the middle of the battling women, Vixen is standing alone.  Watching as the others fight along the ropes, Vixen stands still for the most part as a voice begins to speak to her, a soft calming voice in her ear.

“Let them beat the hell out of each other,” it says seductively.  “Then you pick off the survivors until you are the only one left.”

As if to give truth to the words, two of the four are tossed over the top rope only to fall into blackness leaving two bombshells on the ropes.  Turning to look at each other, then turn their sights on Vixen who once again hears the voice in her ear.  

“Now they think that there will be strength in numbers,” it whispers.  “But  it won’t last.”

Vixen fights off the teaming pair that all of a sudden turn on each other.  Grappling and scrambling, the two roll along the ropes.  Finally one manages to duck a shoulder and lift the other over the top and into the darkness.  

“Here is your chance…TAKE IT!” demands the voice which prompts Vixen to rush over and toss the other bombshell over the top to join the other three in the darkness.  

Standing there, her chest heaving Vixen turns her head.  “I know it is you Misty that wanted me to do that,” she says to the shadowy figure standing there.  “So you might as well come out of the darkness.”

“Did you really think that Misty was the one that was pushing you to do what you did?” questions the voice as the figure begins to move into the light.  Vixen’s eyes squint at the sudden flash of light off the gold of the belt resting on the shoulder of the figure.  Wiping at her eyes Vixen looks up and gasps.

“Bet you weren’t expecting me?” says a smirking Vixen with the bombshell title over her shoulder.  “But we both know that I am here inside you…pushing you to be better.  I am the one that takes all your control and locks it away.  I am the one that will make your desire the sweetest burning yearning to wear the title and the only thing that will satisfy is knowing that you tore into those women and killed their dreams of holding the belt.”

“You aren’t me,” states a bewildered Vixen as the figure moves closer.  

“Oh but I am Vix.  And the proof will be at High Stakes when you let me have free rein in the ring,” taunts the figure.  “Even Spike wants to see more of me, he even said so himself.  And we both know he is going to be seeing me in that ring at the supercard.”

With that, the doppelganger charges forward and slams into Vixen who awakes with a scream of surprise as her eyes snap open violently.  Taking in the curious stares of her fellow passengers, Vixen forces herself to her feet and down the aisle to the lavatory.  Splashing water on her face, she looks into the mirror and sees a smirking image staring back at her.

“This is crazy,” Vixen mutters.  “It was all a dream, just a silly dream.”

The intercom comes on announcing the arrival in Trinidad and advising for people to put on their seatbelts.  Vixen spares only a quick glance once more at her reflection as she leaves to head to her seat as the plane begins its descent into the island’s airport.

 The tour through the Caribbean was taking its toll on Vixen as she wiggled her toes into the sand of the beach of the resort in Barbados.  Taking time for herself with Spike had been great but the travel was getting tiring.  And truth be told, she missed Eden and Timmy too.  
Looking out over the blue waters, Vixen was lost in thought.  She didn’t hear the soft footsteps of Spike as he crept up behind her.   A grin splits his face as his hands drip ice water from cubes that were melting there.  Letting them drop, Spike reaches out towards the woman in the light coloured bikini, his hands snaking out to press her back against him as her shriek of chilled surprised echoes around the beach and getting everyone’s attention.

“Spike!” exclaims Vixen after the string of curses in French faded away.  “That was not cool...”

“I know,” he teases.  “It was ice cold. But I am warming up quite nicely now.”  His still slightly chilled hands run over her stomach warming them as he rests his chin on her shoulder.

Vixen shakes her head slightly and leans it back against the shoulder of Spike still not saying much, her attention again drawn out to sea.  Noticing how quiet his girlfriend had gotten, Spike brings one finger up to turn her head towards him.

“Okay babe, what is wrong,” he asks softly.

“Wrong, nothing is wrong,” she admits.  “I am just missing the kids and am getting tired of the travel.  I just want to go home.”   Normally not one to complain, Vixen’s sigh was tired which made Spike frown slightly.  “Sorry but I just can’t take much more of Paradise,” she teases as she rests her hands on his.

“I hear you Vix and this is the last bit of travel before we head back to the States,” Spike replies as he leans back and then threading his fingers with hers, he tugs at her hand and pulls her towards the water.  “But while we are still in paradise, let’s just relax before your match.”

Allowing him to lead her down the beach, Vixen raises one eyebrow as he turns before the water, leading her to a secluded part of the beach where he pulls her into an embrace, their lips meeting in a torrid kiss.  Guiding Vixen to the sand where the surf gently rolled over their bodies.  One wild wave covered them completely forcing them to break apart sputtering and laughing together.  Climbing out of the surf, the pair sit side by side.

“So Vixen you have a tag match this week against the Fallen?” Spike asks her as she twists the water from her hair.  “Have you been preparing for it and if so, what do you think you are going to have to do to beat them considering that every time you have faced them, you ended up getting the short end of the tag rope so to speak.”

Vixen turns slowly to once again smile at Spike.  “Don’t I know it.  Everytime I get in a tag match, I end up having a tag partner that can’t hold up their end of the team.  But hopefully this time I stand a good chance of having a partner that knows how to tag with someone and win.  I am getting sick and tired of being let down.  Last and only partner I had that I could completely trust was you.”

Spike offers her a smirk as he leans back on his elbows.  “From my point of view, the only people I can trust right now is you and me.   And that is all I need,” Spike says.  “But there is the NXT guys that want to keep that going too.  I think we can count on them as well.”

“True but I am not tagging with someone from NXT,” she admits.  “I’m teamed up with Roxi Johnston.”

“The superhero dude,” Spike says quizzically which brings a smile to the face of Vixen.

“She wouldn’t like it if you called her a dude my love,” replies Vixen as she looks down at the reclining Spike.  “Besides, she is the Bombshell champion after all.  That does command some respect.”

“And you are the ACW Women’s champion and deserve the same respect.  Besides, when you team up, it will give you a better idea of how this woman wrestles because knowing Hot Stuff like I do, I bet you he is going to put your titles up in a unification match that neither of you will be ready for.  So I think that you just use this match as a warm up for that seeing as how you and the Fallen have history as well,” Spike adds as he reaches up to pull Vixen down beside him.

“I know that Roxi might just prove to be a good tag partner but like you said, she is also a champion and you can’t have two top women in the federation,” muses Vixen as she relaxes against Spike.  “I mean what else can I expect from her?  I certainly am not the whole damsel in distress kinda wrestler.  Hell, I consider myself a cruiserweight but here in SCW, I don’t get to prove that since they don’t let the girls fight the guys.”

Vixen sighs once more as she looks up at Spike from where her head is laying against his stomach.  And trust me when I tell you that going against the Fallen in this match is going to be nothing short of a fight for survival where they are concerned.  I mean you have Ms Chomp Sucky and Cyclops McGee.  Both quite capable of taking out any member of the Bombshell Roster with ease...well except me because I will make them fight for it.”

“That’s my girl,” teases Spike as he runs his fingers through her two toned hair.  “The Fallen don’t stand a chance against you with the way you have been on a roll lately, especially what you did to Parand Ara at Summer XXXTreme.  Granted you haven’t been on the game the last few weeks but when push comes to shove and I know it will, you don’t let anything stand in your way.”

Vixen slides up once more, looking at Spike who rises up and puts his hand on her cheek, caressing lightly.  “You got this babe...from here to eternity.  And speaking of here to eternity...”

Spike lunges at Vixen, rolling her over into the surf once more.  His lips press against Vixen’s as he captures her hair in his fingertips to hold her head steady as the scene fades to black.

 Last week I had a dream fulfilled and this week I am given the opportunity to satisfy a deep seated desire.  Someone up there must love me.  *Tweeted by Vixen



Standing on the beach in a pale silvery bikini with a dark mesh sarong wrapped around her waist, Vixen was relaxed as she looked over the water, lost in thought as the sun began to set.  Thinking back to only days earlier when she had teamed with her fiancé in the ring against Grimm and Necra, a smirk cracks her lips.  

Bathed in the bright orange of the sun’s glow, Pussy Willow could see Vixen’s shadowy form but little else.  Motioning for the cameraman to film the woman on the beach for a moment as she stood alone, Pussy coughed and then motioned the cameraman to film her.

“This is Pussy Willow and I am here on the beach in St. Thomas.  Behind me is Vixen, ACW’s current women’s champion and one of the women in the Bombshell Roulette title match at Climax Control.  Now most people would think that someone with Vixen’s skills would be challenging for the Bombshell title itself but recently, she has been involved in some rather interesting matches to say the least,” says Pussy in her best broadcast journalistic voice.  

The sound carries on the light hibiscus scented breeze to catch Vixen’s attention.  From the distance, the cameraman can not pick up the rolling of Vixen’s eyes as she turns and begins to walk towards the interviewer.  Pussy doesn’t see her approach but the camera takes in every sinuous movement as Vixen puts her finger to her lips demanding silence from him.

“Ms Vixen was in a horrific match at Summer XXXtreme where she faced a woman that was just as dangerous if not more so than Vixen.  Parand Ara drove Vixen into a place that I had only seen Misty and Roxanne go to.  But Vixen actually became fierce and…” Pussy begins, losing the word that she wanted to finish the thought with.

“I think you mean feral,” says Vixen in a low growl that makes Pussy squeak in surprise.  

“Don’t DO THAT!” exclaims the interviewer, her hand with the microphone going to her chest with a throb of feedback as her other hand fans herself.  “I think I just…nevermind.  Vixen, what are you doing lurking here when I was filming you watching the sunset as I got the introduction to this interview completed?” Pussy asks.

“Since I heard you and wanted to help you out I thought I should come on over,” answers Vixen with a wink at the cameraman.  “And I was a bit of help with that word.”

“Word?” asks Pussy with a look of confusion.

Vixen puts a hand on Pussy’s shoulder.  “You were talking about my match against Parand as being fierce and seemed at a loss for words so I suggested feral.  Seemed to fit the situation,” she adds with a shrug.  “So, since I am here now I suspect that there was something you wanted to talk to me about.”

Pussy thinks for a moment then nods her head quickly.  “I wanted to come and talk to you about last week’s match and teaming with your fiancé and this week’s match up in the triple threat.  First, let me ask, how was it teaming with Spike for one night only?”

“As you can imagine, it was a dream come true.  Ever since Spike invited me to join NXT I never got to team with him in a match.  And then when he retired from active competition I lost all chances to team with him until a nice little thank you from Hot Stuff and Christian, the dream match contract,” says Vixen with a smile of remembrance.  “I don’t think that Spike thought I was serious about it but I proved him wrong.  And we had fun in the ring beating Grimm and Necra like we said we would.  I know though that Spike is probably going to be stepping back into retirement but he got a taste of being in that ring and I think that it may have hopefully whetted his appetite for more.”

“The two of you make a scarily in sync couple and tag team so if we have another one of those mixed tag tournaments, are you going to make Spike put his name into it?” Pussy asks with a wink.

“Only if I could be guaranteed to be his partner,” replies Vixen.

“Okay, good enough.  Now onto this week in the ring on the beach in St. Thomas where you have a chance to once again wear Bombshell gold when you face Nessa Wall and Mercedes Vargas for the Bombshell roulette title.  How have you prepared for facing these women?” states Pussy as she moves the microphone towards Vixen and tilts her head inquiringly.

“Very good question Pussy,” answers Vixen as she crosses her arms over her chest as she spies the camera more focused on her chest than her face.  Using her two fingers, she motions towards her eyes forcing the camera back upwards.  “How can you prepare for a match that is totally unpredictable?  It is after all for the Bombshell Roulette title which means a stipulated match that we will find out what style it will be just before we get into the ring.  I have been in this situation before and I am a very capable catch as catch can wrestler who can adapt on a dime.  So when it comes to match preparation, I have that covered.  Now as for opponents, that is a different story.”

Pussy nods slowly as she brings the microphone back and interrupts.  “It so is.  I mean on one hand you have Mercedes Vargas, someone that you have not faced so far in this federation.  And then there is the woman that walked into SCW from ACW and took the title at Summer XXXTreme, Nessa Wall...”

“Hang on Pussy, let’s take this one step at a time, beginning with Mercedes Vargas shall we?” demands Vixen with a smile.  “Just like I haven’t faced Mercedes, she hasn’t stepped into the ring with me either and trust me when I tell you that I am going to boggle her mind.  I am a bombshell, fight like a cruiserweight and have the attitude of a heavyweight.  How prepared is she going to be stepping into the ring to face someone like that, not very prepared if you ask me.”  Vixen adds as she brushes the few curls blowing in the soft breeze out of her face.  As darkness is setting in, the streetlights are lighting up along the street with one flashing on above Pussy and Vixen like a spotlight.  Putting her hair behind her ear, Vixen then rolls her neck a little.  “Mercedes is going to be in for a surprise when I get in the ring because I have become more feral since my match against Parand which makes me dangerous to all the bombshells in the federation.”

“And Nessa Wall, our roulette champion, should she be scared of you too?” demands Pussy.  “After all, she did come into SCW and win the title.”

Vixen sighs as she lets her head fall forward as if trying to hide her eyes rolling once more.  Lifting it again, Vixen gives Pussy a smile as Vixen’s hand pats at her shoulder.  “Oh Pussy, Nessa definitely needs to remember that this is going to be her first defense and the last time she defended a title against me, who is wearing that title now?”

“You are Vixen,” replies the cameraman from behind the lens.

“So I think that it would be prudent that Nessa and Mercedes realize that they are living on borrowed time until the Roulette wheel will be spun and the three of us are going to be in the ring fighting tooth and nail for the title.  It will not be a match per se, it is going to be a fight that will see the one who wants to be champion putting two others down hard.  And if you remember my match with Parand, I have that killer instinct that could be the deciding factor in this match.  I am bringing that same killer instinct to our match.  So if they are lucky, it might turn out to be a match that will be something soft or not deadly at all.  I think that they really should start to pray that the wheel doesn’t land on last bombshell standing.”

The cameraman starts to laugh as Pussy lets her hand with the microphone fall with a groan at Vixen’s attempt at a joke.  “Relax Pussy,” says Vixen.  “I am just making a point that in the last few matches I am getting more and more violent and the desire for winning and the gold.”

Pussy looks at Vixen.  “Does that mean that you are going to need to have Spike there to save your opponents like he has been doing for the last few matches you have been in?”

“Spike will be there and he knows what I am capable of so if that means he has to save Nessa and Mercedes, then he will…unless of course he likes watching the two of them being beaten down,” Vixen teases.  

Pussy gasps as Vixen winks.  “But Vixen…” she begins only to be interrupted by Spike who reaches the small group of people.  Dressed casually, he looks relaxed as he motions at Vixen who moves to his side, letting him drop an arm over her shoulders.  “I know that you have to get your news story but I have plans with my fiancée here and I’m taking her for dinner,” Spike says with a growl.  “We’ll see you at the show Ms Willow.”

The pair moves away which leaves Pussy Willow to look at the cameraman motioning for him to begin filming her again.  “This week will see a triple threat for the Bombshell Roulette title between Mercedes Vargas, Vixen and Nessa Wall.  Which woman will win the match and just what kind of match will the wheel choose.  I can’t wait to see this week on Climax Control.  This is Pussy Willow reporting.”

The scene fades on the cameraman taking the camera off his shoulder and Pussy looking after Spike and Vixen as they walked along the beach towards the area where the ring was being built.

 Have you heard the phrase ‘Making your blood boil’?  I was living it, I have been living it these past few weeks.  My anger sizzled along my veins each time I had to deal with Parand Ara and her sanctimonious ‘better than you’ attitude and hidden agenda.  

Even now, just thinking about how she has driven me to asking for…no, DEMANDING a match that could be the last one I could possibly be fighting in SCW or my career.  But I have been through violence before.  I have bled and suffered in hardcore matches.  And when I get on the Royal Monarch cruise ship, I will be in a match that will cool the anger when I leave Parand a smear on the deck unable to answer the ten count.

Spike’s gym was a place that trained some very violent people.  The likes of Spike Staggs, Misty, Roxanne…the names of trainees were legend when it came to violence.  Adding her name to the list was on Vixen’s agenda.  Already in other federations, she had been in matches that saw her revert back to the soldier she had been.  The kill or be killed weapon of a VanDoo that had seen battlefield and death on peacekeeping tours.

In the past, Vixen knew that she needed to control her temper when she faced people in the ring.  Out of everyone that she has faced, none have pushed her to the point of berserker rage that Parand has managed to drive her to.  But did she have enough control over it to stop short of killing her opponent?  If Parand pushed her over the edge, would she be able to prevent tragedy from happening like it had on the last tour of duty?

The LAV she was riding in was holding the heat of the Afghan summer in it as the soldiers inside tried to relax.  Vixen pushed her helmet back as she rubbed her gloved hand over her sweaty forehead.

“Is it always this hot?” she asked to no one in particular.  The answering laughter only made her wrinkle her nose with a grumbled ‘haha’ that was interrupted by the explosion in one of the other LAVs in the convoy.  Scrambling for her gun, Vixen prepared as the LAV stopped and the back opened to release the troops inside.

“Get to cover,” yelled the leader of the group in her LAV.  “Return fire!”  Vixen scrambled out of the vehicle and behind a rocky formation as the sounds of shells and bullets filled her ears.  Looking over the top as she returned fire, she was struck by the debris kicked up from a close ricochet.  

Wiping at her face, Vixen notices the blood from a cut leaves a line on her glove.  “Fuckin’ hell,” she mutters as she wipes again then moves to return fire once more.  The firefight wasn’t long but it was more than bothersome for her unit.  Leaving her cover Vixen creeps towards the LAV that had been blown up noting as she did other IEDs that are scattered on the road where they could do the most damage if driven over.

It was these little annoyances that makes it so bad on the soldiers here on the road between the PRT and Kandahar.  Grabbing one, Vixen flings it towards the last location of the enemy as anger builds.  Cursing loudly in French as she is grabbed from behind Vixen is shaken by her buddy.

“Vix, get a grip, they are gone,” he says.  The two are standing in the middle of the road as Vixen’s eyes start to lose their wildness.  Before she can say anything else, a bullet streaks by her catching the soldier in the shoulder to send him spinning into the ditch where an IED had been placed.  The explosion blows Vixen back, leaving her lifeless on the road, the last sounds she hears is the call for a medic to check on her.

Hours later, Vixen is laying in her medical room, bandaged and doped up on morphine.  Her buddy comes in, his own uniform dirty and blood streaked.  With her eyes open, she looks at the soldier as she calls out softly.  “What happened to Lebeau?  Is he okay?”

The soldier looks at her and then shakes his head slowly in the negative.  Vixen’s eyes close in sorrow then open once more, the anger setting them alight.  “Then let’s do something about it,” she says with only a slight slur as she tries to rise.  Motioning the soldier closer, she gets his help to stand before reaching for her gear.  “Let’s go do some gratuitous violence,” she offers before being pulled into the arms of the soldier.  She begins to fight him as a nurse, seeing what is going on grabs a syringe and fills it with a sedative to calm the woman.   The soldier struggles with Vixen in her berserker rage at the death of her friend until the nurse manages to slip the needle into her arm.  The fight slowly leaves her as her body falls limp


“Are you sure you really want to do this Vix?”

The concern in the voice of Spike made her look up as he brings her back from her thoughts.  Vixen was standing in the middle of the gym, the dust motes dancing around her in a shaft of sunlight as she pulled on a pair of gloves.  “Do what…get in the ring with Jamie and get ready for a match that I asked for?” she asks with a smile.  

“Vixen, this match you asked for, this isn’t playing around you know,” Spike replies as he rests his hands on her shoulders.  “This woman is going to try to hurt you, badly!”

The smile that slowly breaks across Vixen’s face doesn’t reassure Spike in the least.  But he knows that look, he’s worn that look more times than not.  But this was Vixen this was the woman that he wanted to protect.  Was his devil may care attitude to violence rubbing off on her.

“Spike cher,” she says softly in a deadly tone of voice.  “This woman is trying to hurt her back just as much if not more.”  Vixen slides under Spike’s hands and then lets her arms creep up around his neck, her body moulding to his as she looks into his eyes.  “I am done being the one to let her walk all over me.  I am done listening to how I have to be the one to take it because she takes shortcuts.  I am OVER having to deal with Parand Ara and her jihad agenda against me.”  

Spike could hear the sizzle of the anger in her comments.  Nodding slowly, he motions to the ring where Jamie can be seen sitting on the turnbuckle waiting for Vixen.  She climbs into the ring and lightly bounces on her feet as Jamie gets to the mat and steps forward.  “Don’t worry Vix, I’ll take it easy on you,” he jokes as he taps Vixen on the shoulder, his finger pushing it back.

Vixen looks down at the finger then up at Jamie again.  Pushing away the hand, she stretches then motions for Jamie to step up.  Spike stands on the floor watching as the pair lock up.  Jamie pulls her into a headlock, teasingly giving her a nugie before floating over into a hammerlock that he quickly applies.  

“Got you now Vixen, how are you going to break this huh?” he taunts as he pats Vixen on the ass as he releases the hold.  Her hand goes to her ass in surprise that Jamie would have done something like that.  Turning, Vixen smiles a tight little smile.  The two lock up again, this time Vixen getting the upper hand as she locks on a headlock of her own.  Pushing her into the ropes, Jamie catches her with a clothesline that takes her to the mat.  “If you are not going to take this seriously Vixen, then how in the hell are you going to beat Parand huh?”

Like a match to a flame, the name triggers a sneer from Vixen who pops to her feet.  Physically shaking as she tries to maintain control, she closes her eyes and bites her lip.  Jamie saunters towards Spike, his back to the woman.

“Dude, she ain’t going to do what needs to be done.  Parand’s gonna beat her like a red headed step..”

Jamie wasn’t able to say anything else as he is attacked by Vixen, primal hisses of fury escaping her as she locks on a chokehold that she keeps tightening.  Jamie struggles to get her arms off his throat, his face changing colour from the lack of oxygen.

“Let him go Vixen,” urges Spike from the edge of the ring.  Looking in his direction, Vixen doesn’t speak as she leans back, her legs wrapping around Jamie as the hold deepens.  With him fading fast, Spike rolls into the ring and catches Vixen from behind, forcibly pulling her off the now limp body of Jamie who sucks in sweet air like a drowning man.

Spike holds onto the furious Vixen who struggles to escape the hold.  Whispering softly into her ear, Spike tries to calm her.  Finally the words break through the wall of anger and the fight leaves Vixen.  Spike lets her go just enough to spin her into his arms.  Sobbing softly, she melts into his embrace.

“I’m sorry…so sorry,” she sobs.  “I can’t lose it like that in the ring.  I know I have to maintain control but it is so hard when it comes to HER!  She just makes me want to …”

Spike hushes her as he strokes her hair, his eyes going to Jamie who is sitting up now, rubbing his throat.  He motions for Jamie to leave which brings Vixen’s attention to the other man in the ring.  Lifting her head from Spike’s shoulder, she turns to Jamie.  “Hey, um…forgive me for you know…”

Jamie shoots her an accusatory look as he rubs his neck.  Nodding he rolls out of the ring without saying anything to Vixen who visibly shrinks from Spike’s embrace then gets to her feet.  Rising with her, Spike puts his arm over her shoulder.  “He’ll be alright,” he offers as the pair of them walk to the ropes and climb out of the ring.

**********

Vixen:  Parand, I drew a line in the sand and dared you to cross it.  And you did which only made me feel that much more satisfaction.  See, since you decided that you wanted to put yourself in Sin City Wrestling with your ‘holier than thou, Allah has blessed me’ attitude and set yourself up against me, you did it without respect.

You talk about respect like it is your Allah given right.  You talk about how much of a loose woman I am because I am comfortable with my body.  You talk about how you beat me in that match that we had at Sunday Night Seduction like you won it cleanly.  I beg to differ but that wouldn’t be right either.

I have realized something Parand.  You have no idea who I am.  You are working on a preconceived notion that you know just who I am because of how I look and how I act.  You don’t know where I come from, what I have done in my past, my life from then to now, nothing.  You just suspect that because my life wasn’t like yours, I am less than nothing to you.  You Parand, you are nothing but a prejudiced, blind bigot who thinks that if a person isn’t like you, they don’t deserve respect.  Respect is earned and from your actions and speeches…sorry, sermons…You are the one that needs to learn some respect before others, namely me, are going to respect you.

Now when we get on that ship for Summer XXXTreme, I am going to be emphasizing that line with a line of blood.  It might be yours or it might be mine but it isn’t going to matter which it is.  All I know is that when the fight, no WAR, is over one of us isn’t going to be standing and trust me when I tell you…I will be walking away from you lying lifeless in that ring…on that deck…wherever you end up suffering the defeat that I am willing to kill to give to you.

***********

Sitting on a plane, Spike sleeping beside her as she rests her head against his shoulder, Vixen can’t help but think of the coming fight with Parand Ara at the supercard.  

Normally she would be thinking strategy and playing over the match against her opponent in her mind.  Normally it would be a match where she was looking for a win but this wasn’t the normal match she was in.  No, this was a battle that wasn’t going to be fought following any kind of conventions, this was going to be a dig in, completely obliterate the opponent war that she had demanded.  What the hell had she been thinking?  

“This is your captain speaking, we are approaching San Diego…” came over the speaker as Vixen sat up and nudged Spike.

As the plane approached the runway, Vixen’s thoughts were to chuckle at herself.   Thinking…she wasn’t thinking at all when it came to Parand Ara.  

This was all emotion pure and simple.

 The splashes from the pool are drowned out by the squeals and shouts of Eden as she sprays water at her father.  On the sidelines watching the water fight, Vixen sighs and adjusts the frosty pink shades over her eyes, their mirrored surface hiding Vixen’s emotions as she thinks about what had happened in Atlantic Championship Wrestling and what was going to be her match this coming Climax Control.  

Vixen had reached home weary and sore but revelled in the welcome from Spike.  Looking at him catching Eden, she laughs.  After ACW’s show, Vixen had been approached about something big that she needed to take part in.  Those remembrances kept her occupied until…

“AAaaahhhh,” screamed Vixen as icy drops of water splattered onto her warm body.

“It was Daddy,” yelled Eden as she pointed to a very unrepentant Spike who once again shot a wave of water towards Vixen.  

Grabbing a towel beside her, Vixen rubs at the liquid that was rapidly cooling her body off.  “You are so lucky that I am not in that water Spike,” threatens Vixen which only brings a snicker from Spike who nods at Timmy who picks up Vixen and tosses her into the pool.

“Ooooo she isn’t going to be happy,” taunts Timmy who dusts off his hands after a job well done.  His victim breaks the surface of the water, her hair streaming down her back.  “And that is my cue,” he added as Vixen shoots him a glare and wags her finger at him.

Eden paddles over to Vixen who moves into the shallower end.  As the little girl holds up her arms, Spike catches up to Vixen who is hugging the girl.  “Did I ever tell you that water is a good color on you,” he teases as he reaches out and pulls Vixen back into his embrace, falling backwards into the water once again as Eden giggles.

Timmy sits on the side of the pool once more when he realizes that Vixen is too occupied to retaliate for the splashing.  As the two adults come back out of the water, Timmy nods at Vixen.  “Hey Dad, did you remember to give Vixen her message from the bookers at Sin City?” asks Timmy.  

“A message from the bookers huh, must be my match for this week,” she muses as she pushes her hair out of her eyes.   “So who am I facing this week?”

Spike rubs his hand through his damp hair, forcing it into slicked back but tangled curls.  “They said that you have a match against Ambrosia Grey this week,” Spike replies.  “That’s gotta be an interesting matchup for sure.  Lately you have been right up there in the rankings and now you are facing a rookie here in Sin City.  I think that Erik must have set this up before he lost control.”

Vixen swims towards the side of the pool and pulls herself out of the water, twisting her hips to sit on the edge.  Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she squeezes the excess water from it and then tosses it over her shoulder.  “Facing Ambrosia might not be the rookie training match that you think it is,” offers Vixen as she uses one hand to push droplets of water from her legs.  “I’ve been getting too cocky and now I have to take this serious enough to make an impression and get myself back on track.”

Recognizing the defeatist tone of her comment, Spike moves towards her, inserting himself between her legs and resting his elbows on her legs as he answers her, “Bet you are wishing we just walked away last year,” he teases.  

She pushes at Spike with a soft laugh.  “Be serious Spike,” she replies.  

“Back then you talked me into staying and sticking it out.  Well now it is my turn.  You have to know that you will be doing okay in this match.  Think of it as a tune up match, a stepping stone on the path to the Bombshell title.   Every journey…first steps…shit like that,” says Spike as he emphasizes his comments with hand gesturing that just makes Vixen giggle.

“I get it,” she answers.  Getting to her feet, she moves towards the chair and the towel laying there.  “You guys stay and enjoy the pool…I’ll be back soon,” she says.

“Where are you going?” asks Spike.

“I’ve got a match to get ready for,” Vixen returns with a smile.  “Don’t want to let down Ambrosia after all.”

“Get going then,” he answers.  “You got some hard training to do.  Maybe you should call in Jamie or someone else to train with, that is usually good at getting you ready for your matches.”

Without answering, Vixen waves at the trio in the pool as she disappears into the house.



VLOG:  Vixen’s statement

A small windows media player is seen as the video begins.  Vixen appears, a silvery tee with a scrolling ‘V’ begins to speak.

Hi all, Vixen here with just a short statement for all you fans out there.  This week I am in a match with Ambrosia Grey and I wanted to let you know that I was seriously thinking of just how I was going to motivate myself for this match.  

You see lately, I have been on this losing streak that everyone has been using to beat me over the head figuratively with.  And all good things have to end sometime so sad to say for Ambrosia, that streak will be ending on Climax Control when I face her.  

I haven’t heard anything from my opponent and that makes me a little nervous.  I tend not to like surprises but if I am on my game this week, Ambrosia isn’t going to be a surprise at all.  I have prepared to face whatever challenge she may present and I do not intend to lose this week.

So Ambrosia, let me just say this.  I am sorry that you are the first person I am going to have to beat to put me back on the road to the bombshell title.  But don’t get me wrong, I will beat you.  The desire is beginning to burn once again and I have my sights set on getting back the title.  

Till next time, this is Vixen signing off until Climax Control…


The scene stops with Vixen winking as she salutes.

 Standing inside of the cage itself, Vixen looked around and took a deep breath.  This was going to be the playground for eight of the Bombshell division are fighting tooth and nail for the division and all of its titles.  Vixen turns around in a tight circle, her eyes taking in the cold steel.  Walking trancelike to the cage wall, she runs a hand across it deep in thought.  

“This week I am going to step within these walls and try to deliver on a promise that I have made to myself,” she says to no one in particular.  “The promise that I made on the flight down here and that was to redeem myself and pull out a victory.  I am not going to let Roxi and Faith and Odette down.”

Letting her fingers lace into the steel, she can feel the bite of it against her fingers.  Tugging slightly, she smiles a bit.  “I bet everyone is talking about what will be happening on the night when Team SCW takes on Team Erik.  Hell, even I am wondering.   Will it be the night when Misty, the Fallen and Necra take all the titles for Team Erik or will Teams SCW save Faith’s title and bring back the others to the fold.”

“If you were to ask me,” Vixen says outloud, “I would say that the women of SCW were in for some real pain and suffering in this match.”  Vixen leans towards the steel and lays her forehead against it.  “I know that Misty is probably thinking that I am the weak link and that it is all because of me that we are going to lose.  Misty seems to have a highly rated ego when it comes to this match, being the Bombshell champion before.  But then again, I have been the champion too and so has Odette.  And I think between the three of us, Odette and I will have the numbers game on Misty.  I don’t think that she really has the trust of the Fallen or Necra for that matter.”

Walking along the wall, fingers dragging slowly against the links of fencing that make up the wall, Vixen remains deep in thought.  

“Their team is made up of Bombshells that have no real sense of team other than the fact Erik brought them together to ‘rule’ the bombshell division.  So they are fighting as a team for individual glory.  We on the other hand are fighting for something more, something so fundamental that we can’t lose,” Vixen muses.  “We are a team that will be working together so well that nothing is going to stand in our way.  Odette will bring Misty to her knees, Faith will keep her title and Roxi Johnson and I will be wearing the tag titles taken from Raynin and Gothika.”

Ah yes, the Fallen a pair of nocturnal misfits who seems to think that they are the end all and be all of the tag division in SCW, the ones that turned their backs on the company that made them.  They seem to forget that it was Christian and Mark that gave them the boost they needed to get so far in this company.  They swooped in and took the tag titles and brought them to prominence only to spit on them by going to Team Erik.  That was the team that Vixen would be focused on.  

“Odette has the right idea,” mutters Vixen as she sighes and takes a deep breath to look over the arena where the women would be matched up.  “We have to focus on all our opponents and make sure that the four of us escape the cage with the win.”

Getting to the door of the cage, Vixen steps through it with a soft chuckle, pausing to close her eyes as she stands on the top step on the outside of the cage.  “This is the winner’s circle,” she motions to the ringside area.  “This is where all the bombshell titles will be decided, when all the bombshells of one team make it to the outside.  That team will be Team SCW because the four of us are that determined to beat Team Erik.”

“Bravo Mees Vixen,” says a voice that brings Vixen’s eyes open quickly.  In front of her is a cameraman holding what looks like a camera from a local newstation.  “Can you give a soundbyte for ze news tonight por favor?”

Vixen looks into the camera, her natural playfulness coming out as she sits down in front of the cage.  “You want me to say something, well, let me just say that come Hostile Takeover there is going to be a changing of the guard so to speak.  We are going to see Team SCW reclaim what they never should have lost in the first place.”

“But how you going to beat Misty and Necra and the Fallen, they are tough no?” asks the cameraman.

“Yeah they are tough,” replies Vixen.  “But they can be beat and that is just what we are going to do at Hostile Takeover.”  Vixen spies Spike at the top of the arena bowl area and pushes herself off the stairs to start walking towards him.  

The cameraman calls out just as she reaches him.  “Good luck Mees Vixen.”

Looking back down at the cameraman, Vixen salutes and nod.  “Thanks,” she calls out before heading out of the arena.

 What you didn’t see at BACW’s Grinder event…

Wiping at the blood on her face, Vixen makes her way backstage to the locker room area to find a group of people milling around near her locker room and a pounding from behind her door accompanied by shouts of rather colourful language coming from Spike Staggs. Rushing towards the door, Vixen calls out to Spike, “Calm down Spike, listen to me. What happened?”

“Batee is what happened babe and when I get out of here I am going to pay him back in spades for this,” is the response from the angered NWA champion. “I came in here to get ready to join Grinder to look after you and found myself locked in here. I sent Jamie to find someone with the keys to the place.”

Vixen looks around for Jamie Staggs but can’t see him. “Spike, Jamie isn’t here yet, is there something I can do?”

A primal grunt of anger is the only answer she gets as she can hear his pacing behind the door. “I could try to kick it open Spike but I don’t think that is going to help at all. You need to calm down if you can.”

The growing crowd of backstage personnel parts as Jamie comes with a locksmith who has a pair of pliers with him. “Spike I got the guy,” he calls out loudly before moving to stand by Vixen. “You’ll be out in a few seconds.” Turning to Vixen, Jamie leans down and whispers, “You better be ready to head him off or someone’s gonna die tonight.”

The locksmith cuts the lock off then rushes out of the way as the door is yanked forcefully open and Spike Staggs charges out with bad intentions in his eyes. Vixen steps up in front of him, catching his arms to try and get him to look at her. “Spike…SPIKE, look at me,” she urges even as the champion tries to get past her. “Spike, listen, you have to stay with me here,” she says, her voice lowering in an attempt to get his attention.

“Batee needs to learn not to mess with me or you,” Spike vows, his eyes searching out the BACW chairman before sparing a glance at his girlfriend who has a concerned look on her face as she breathes softly. A riverlet of fresh blood makes it down her face from the panicked pulsing of her heart at the fury she is trying to control. The red fades from Spike’s eyes as he takes in the blood and then gently raises a hand to Vixen’s cheek, his thumb brushing aside the small trickle. “Vixen, you’re bleeding…”

“They had to make me bleed to get me out of the Grinder match,” she says teasingly, a slight smile on her face.

“I should have been there for you,” Spike argues as Vixen puts a finger over his lips.

“I knew you would be waiting for me,” she responds, “and it is a good thing that you weren’t in the ring because you have to learn to trust me. I know my limits and I am just as extreme as you can be. We make the perfect pair don’t we?” Even through his anger, Spike can’t help but chuckle at that picture. Vixen moves closer to Spike and caresses his cheek. “My night here at Grinder is over Spike so why don’t we get me cleaned up and then the two of us go home. I miss Eden and Timmy and I need to be with them and you.”

Spike seems to be contemplating that idea as Devlin rushes up to the pair only to be held back by Jamie. “She’s got him calmed down man,” he offers, “so don’t you rile him right back up. Better warn Batee that locking Spike away from Grinder just put him in a foul mood and that he is damn lucky Vixen knows how to handle my brother.”

“Batee did WHAT?!?” demands Devlin. “I am gonna talk to him about this…”

“Talk?” asks Jamie “The man stepped between Spike protecting Vixen and you are going to TALK to him…man, we gotta teach you how the Staggs men do things.”

Spike and Vixen turn to Jamie and Devlin with Vixen only shaking her head as Spike grins. “Yeah, show you how to get extreme Dev so if I am not here you can handle Batee. From what I saw earlier, talking isn’t his strong suit, especially when it comes to Vixen.”

At that comment, Vixen’s eyebrow raises slightly. “What are you talking about Spike?” she questions as Spike turns her and walks towards the locker room again. Vixen stops him and stepping in front of him, she runs a hand along the chest of Spike, twisting her fingers in his shirt. “What did he say to you about me?” she adds, her voice low and intense, the French sounds making her words more musical and less of a threat.

“He was talking like you were the eye candy of the federation,” admits Spike as he runs a hand through his hair. A muttered exclamation escapes Devlin before he starts to laugh which gets him a glare from Vixen and questioning looks from Spike and Jamie who holds out a hand at Devlin. “And what is making you chuckle Mr. Laughsalot?” Jamie asks.

Devlin wipes at the tears running down his face from the laughter. “You can’t even tell when Vix there is ready to kick a little or in Batee’s case, a lot of ass. You just told her that he thinks she is eyecandy…all that is going to do is make her that much more dangerous. I wouldn’t want to be in Batee’s shoes once she sees him.”

Spike gets a large grin on his face as Jamie smacks Devlin on the back. The three men share the joke as Vixen rolls her eyes and turns to the door of the locker room. “If you guys are going to stand here and laugh it up, I am going to clean up and then head to the airport without you,” she says. The trio just look at her and as she shrugs, Vixen turns and heads into the locker room.

Spike spends a few more moments with Jamie and Devlin before moving into the locker room.  Unable to see Vixen there, he moves closer to the shower area following the slight sounds of water hitting flesh.  Turning the corner, he spies Vixen standing behind the half wall, her face held up to the spray with her eyes closed, pure enjoyment on her face at the heat of the water.  A low whistle from Spike gets her attention as she opens her eyes.  She moves toward him as he lays his arms on the half wall.  Putting her hands on either side of his arms, Vixen leans forward only to have Spike raise a hand, his thumb thoughtfully rubbing against the slight blood of a cut near her hairline.  “I should have been there,” he says softly, guilt and sadness in his eyes.  “I let you down.”

Vixen puts her own hand over Spike’s and lightly shakes her head.  “You had no choice mon cher,” she says, a smile added to the endearment which only prompts a half smile from Spike.  “If anything, Batee probably had some kind of plan for us and for Grinder.”

“His plan was to ride me for whatever money he could get with this title defense,” Spike admits before shooting a look at Vixen from under his lashes.  “You are one of his moneymakers as long as you shake that rather cute ass…”

Vixen stiffens and glares.  “He said that!” she demands.

“He didn’t say you had a cute ass…that is my very own opinion,” jokes Spike with no real enthusiasm.  Brushing his hand through Vixen’s wet hair, he pulls her close, their lips meeting for only a moment before Spike whispers against her lips.  “Listen babe, let’s just get out of here before I end up going back to Batee’s office and put my boot in his ass.”

Vixen can’t help but dissolve into a chuckle at that image.  “Give me a few minutes and I will be right out.”  She turns back into the water as Spike just stands and watches, a bigger grin crossing his face as the scene fades to black.



“Mommy VIXEN!!  DADDY!!” squeals a little girl as she rushes into the bedroom of Spike and Vixen who are snuggled under the blankets.  The ball of energy that is five year old Eden Staggs leaps on the bed and up to the pillows where she violently hugs the half asleep Spike who had sat up.  “When did you get home?” she asks as she reaches towards Vixen for her own hug.

“We got in last night punkin,” says Vixen in her sleepy French accented voice.  “Daddy and I couldn’t wait to be back here with you and Timmy.”

“Timmy’s still sleeping but I will go wake him,” offers Eden who begins the scramble through the rumpled blankets only to be grabbed by Spike.  “Let him sleep sweetie, gives us more time to be with you,” says Spike as he ruffles the hair of the little girl.  

The grin, so like her father’s, makes Vixen smile in return.  “So what did you want to do today punkin?  I have all day to spend with you if you like,” says Vixen.

Eden’s eyes light up.  “COOKIES!” she shouts into Spike’s ear making her father wince.  “I want to make cookies with you Mommy Vixen.  Can we?”

“Sure enough we can,” says Vixen as she slides her legs out of the blankets and into a pair of ratty fuzzy blue Cookie Monster slippers tucked under the bed.  “But we have to share them with Cookie here,” she adds pointing down to the slippers prompting a giggle from Eden.  Holding out her hand, Vixen watches as Eden jumps off the bed and puts her little hand into Vixen’s.

“Hey, what about Daddy,” grumbles Spike.  “I like cookies too.”

Vixen and Eden share a glance and a giggle.  “You be good Daddy,” says Eden, “and maybe we might give you ONE.”  Eden giggles again, holding up one chubby finger.  Growling, Spike lunges across the bed towards the two females making Eden shreek and hide behind Vixen.  “Save me Mommy Vixen,” she squeals.  

Putting her hand up to catch Spike in the chest, Vixen leans forward and lightly pecks his cheek.  “If you are very good, I might even add a coffee to that cookie you might get,” she teases.  Spike grins and pulls her closer, kissing her slowly, one hand caressing her cheek, their lips melting against each other until a disgusted “ewwww” from behind Vixen makes them part with guilty smirks.  Vixen departs with Eden tugging her along.

As the pair head towards the kitchen with Eden telling ‘mommy Vixen’ all about her birthday again, Vixen can’t help but think back to the first time Eden had called her mommy Vixen.

Eden slowly pushes the door of her father’s bedroom open and makes her way inside.  Climbing up into the bed at the foot, Eden crawls up only to find someone lying in the bed with Spike.  Recognizing Vixen, Eden pokes her father hard.  “Daddy…DADDY, wake up!” she says imperiously.  Spike looks up into the accusing eyes of Eden who has her arms crossed over her chest.  “What is she doing in your bed?  Is she my new Mommy?”

“You want her to be?” says Spike as Vixen replies with “Oh no punkin,” at the same time.

Eden looks at Vixen and then Spike before answering slowly, “but what about Mommy?  She’s my mommy, not her.”  

Before Spike can say anything to the little girl, Vixen sits up and takes the little girl’s hand.  “That’s right Eden, I am not Mommy.  And your Mommy loves you so if you want to call me Vixen, then that is okay by me.”

Eden looks at Vixen then moves closer to the woman.  “But Mommies and Daddies are supposed to sleep in the same bed and be kissy.  And you are in Daddy’s bed and I saw Daddy giving you kisses.  That makes you a Mommy right?”
Sparing a glance at Spike who sits up and puts an arm around Vixen, she pulls the little girl close.  “Eden, there are all kinds of families.  Some families have mommies and daddies that are living in the same house, some families are different like yours and some families are like strangers.  You have a special family Eden.  You have your Daddy and Timmy that live with you and love you and you have your Mommy that doesn’t live with you but loves you.  And you have Aunties Odette and Desiree and Dixie and Jessie and me who love you too.”

Eden looks at Spike suspiciously and leans towards him.  “Do you love Vixen,” she asks slowly.  Spike leans back to look at the girl then leans towards Eden.  “Do you like Vixen?” he replies trying to distract the little girl’s line of thought.  Eden looks at Vixen and then with a small grin, she nods.  “Daddy likes her too,” he admits with a wink at Vixen who just shakes her head at him.

“So I will call her Mommy then,” says Eden, her four year old logic non arguable even though Vixen tries.  

“Eden, I don’t think Mommy would like you calling me Mommy,” she says softly.  If you want, you can call me Vixen…”

“Then I will call you mommy Vixen.  Mommy can’t get mad at that!” she says with finality as she scrambles off the bed and heads towards the door.  Vixen and Spike watch her head out of the room only to be surprised by the little girl once more.  “Mommy Vixen, can we make cookies?  We have none and Daddy hasn’t bought any yet.”

Vixen nods as she pats Spike’s blanket covered leg.  “We certainly can punkin,” she replies.

“Are you listening Mommy Vixen,” says a small voice to the side.  Vixen’s eyes return to the present and takes in Eden who has grabbed a bag of chocolate chips.  “I want to make chocolate chip cookies.  They are my fravourite!” vows Eden as she shakes the bag spilling some of the chips on the floor.  

“Mine too,” says Vixen as she saves the chips and motions for Eden to go and get her apron as Vixen pushes a button on a coffee maker.  The sound of water percolating can be heard as Vixen gathers the ingredients for cookies.  

A half hour later, Eden can be seen sitting watching the Little Mermaid as she waits for the cookies.  In the kitchen, Vixen checks on her messages and notices one from the booking office of Sin City Wrestling.  Opening it, she notes the travel information needed for the flight down to Santiago Chile.  As she is reading, she feels the soft breath of Spike on her neck that tickles at the curls hanging from the loose bun she had put her hair into.  Smiling at the soft pressure of his lips nibbling on her neck and over her earlobe, she shows him the message.

“Are you scheduled for Climax Control this week too?” she asks.  “It seems that I have a chance at the tag titles against the Fallen teaming with Jessie.”  Leaning back against Spike, she sighs as he continues to nuzzle against her neck, his hands moving to wrap around her midsection.  “Do you want to know the crazy about this match this week?  If Jessie and I win, I will be the first ever Grandslam champion of Sin City Wrestling.”

Spike nods with a smile.  “That’s right babe, the first ever Bombshell Grandslam champion,” he says proudly.  

“Says here that it is first ever Grandslam champion of either divisions,” Vixen comments with a raised eyebrow.  “I don’t see how that is possible if I can’t wrestle for any of the male titles here in SCW.”  Turning her face up to Spike’s, she teasingly kisses him.  “But that just makes me that much more loveable huh?”

“Or lucky I don’t take your title,” jokes Spike as he grabs one of the hot cookies cooling nearby.  “I mean you got a tag title match against the Fallen and it will give you the Bombshell grandslam.  But when it comes to SCW, it is NXT that are the ones that will be dominating the titles.  So how are you going to train for the tag title match?  Jessie’s in South America and you are here with me,” he says with a smirk and a kiss.

Vixen thinks for a moment, her head tilted slightly as the takes in Spike in shorts and an NXT extreme tee.  “Well, it is a tag match and we have you, Jamie and Timmy and me and Eden…” says Vixen with a twinkle in her eye.  “Tell you what, why don’t you put your money where your title belt is.  To get me ready for the tag match, you and Jamie against me and Eden,” offers Vixen.

“YEAH!!” screams Eden as she walks into the kitchen with Jamie who ruffles his hair and follows his nose towards the cookies on the counter.  Leaning one hip against it, Jamie shakes his head.  Eden moves towards Vixen and hugging her, looks at her father with a challenge in her eyes.  “Mommy Vixen and me will beat you Daddy!” vows the little girl.

“Oh really?” teases Spike.  “Then Uncle Jamie and I will have to prove you wrong!”  Swooping up the little girl, Spike swings her around generating screaming laughter from Eden.  “We’ll need a referee for this match.  Who should we get?”

“Timmy!” exclaim Vixen and Eden together.

“All right then girls, you got your tag match.  We’ll head to the gym later,” says Spike.  “Right now, there are some cookies that need to be made.”  With that, he and Jamie grab the last two cookies and head towards the living room leaving Vixen and Eden behind, the little girl shaking her small fist at the two departing backs.

“Don’t you worry punkin,” says Vixen.  “Let’s plan for the tag match later.”  Putting their heads together, the pair begin to strategize as they start to make a new batch of cookies.


“All right, winners get dinner and a movie of their choice as well as bragging rights.”

Vixen, listening to Spike lay out the rules, chuckles and nudges Eden who is standing beside her in a leotard and tights.  “I thought we were going to make this interesting,” she offers with another nudge to Eden.  “When we win, we want your title belts Spike.”

“Yep Daddy, when we beat you, I am going to be champion,” declares Eden as she rubs her little hands together.  Vixen raises a teasing eyebrow at Spike who blows her a cocky kiss.  “I want to be first,” Eden adds as Spike motions Jamie out of the ring.  Getting on his knees, Spike motions Eden forward and pretends to lock up with her.  Eden giggles as she catches Spike around the neck and rubs his head with her knuckles.  “I got you Daddy,” she squeals as she kicks when Spike picks her up and gently brings her down to the mat.   She doesn’t let go as Spike is held down with his shoulders to the mat.

“Timmy, Eden’s pinning Spike…” calls out Vixen as the older boy drops and counts two before Jamie comes in and tickles Eden to free Spike.  “No fair Jamie,” calls Timmy as he motions for his uncle to leave the ring.  Eden gets up and makes a face at Jamie.   Spike sneaks around her and tags in his brother.

“Now I am gonna getcha,” he growls as he stalks towards Eden who screams in fright and rushes across the ring and hugs Vixen around the middle.   “Even better peanut, bring in the big guns for the big loss.”

Vixen winks as the little girl slides between the bottom two ropes and Vixen gets into the ring.  “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size Jamie?” she taunts as she motions for him to attack her.  Jamie charges across the ring and is dropped with a toe hold by Vixen who floats over and locks in an armbar.  Eden claps her hands as Spike calls out encouragement to his brother.  “Admit it Jamie, you are holding back aren’t ya?” teases Vixen.

“Yeah, that’s right I am,” he says throught gritted teeth as he fights his way to a vertical base and twists Vixen’s arm into a hammerlock.  On her toes, Vixen struggled to twist under Jamie’s hold but can’t.  Eden sneaks into the ring and tackles Jamie around the legs.  Vixen manages to break the hold and Eden makes it back out of the ring.

Vixen moves again, twisting Jamie enough that he is bent down in half.  He manages to get close enough for a tag to Spike who quickly gets in the ring and catches Vixen around the midsection.   Vixen twists to get away but is forced to bend over as Spike begins to tickle her.  Forced to the mat, Vixen breathlessly calls out to Eden.  “Save me punkin!”

Eden rushes in and grabs Spike, tickling him.  Unable to get away he falls to the side and is held down by Eden who continues to tickle him as Timmy hits the mat three times.

“We won, we won!” cries Eden.  Jamie begins to argue as Spike and Vixen look on.  

“I don’t think the Fallen will be like that,” says Vixen softly as she leans back on her hands.  “But I will be ready for whatever they could try. ”

With that, the scene fades out on the pair as they watch Jamie and Eden argue about the match.

 “Forgive me Father for I have sinned...”

Even whispered, those words seem to break the silence like a hammer.  Sitting in the confessional facing the lattice work window, Vixen bows her head over her laced fingers.  Although she isn’t a devote catholic, she sometimes feels a need to...seek divine intervention which finds her now here...on her knees.

On the opposite side of the lattice, an elderly priest sits listening, his hands folded over his chest.  “And how long has it been since your last confession my child?” he asks softly as his eyes narrow trying to see in the shadows of the other side of the confessional.

Vixen smiles to herself as she mentally calculates just how long it had been, “Two years,” she comments.

”I see,” murmurs the priest before coughing slightly and motioning with his hand for Vixen to continue.  Silence continues as the priest realizes that Vixen didn’t see his movement.  “Tell me how you sinned, my child.”

Vixen looks at the priest as she begins her recitation.  “I have taken the Lord’s name in vain,” she begins.  A soft tsk comes from the priest before she continues.  “I have also been having sex outside of marriage.  I have fought with a man both verbally and physically.”

“All of these sins are minor child...you will say ten Our Fathers and 5 Hail Marys for penance,” offers the priest as he motions a blessing on Vixen.

Crossing herself, she gets to her feet, thanking the priest and leaving the confessional.  Moving to the votives that are sending small gleams of ruby coloured light along the wall, she lights her own candle and then heads towards a pew.  Sliding into it, she kneels and begins her penance.

A pair of young men come into the church and head towards the confessional.  One young man notices Vixen and stops his friend.  The two approach Vixen and slide into the pew beside her.  “Hey, ain’t you Vixen?” one asks which makes Vixen open one eye and look at him.  

“Yes,” is all she says as her eyes close again and she goes back to praying.  

“Dude I told you it was her,” his buddy comments as the first young man leans closer to the woman.  “I am like the biggest fan of your boyfriend,” he says as he nudges Vixen who rolls her eyes.

“Glad to hear that,” she comments before crossing herself, realizing that she isn’t going to be given any time for herself with the fan boys joining her.  “I’ll let Spike know he’s got some fans here.”  Getting to her feet, she gives the guy a look as he blocks her from leaving.

“I’m also a fan of yours too Vixen but seriously, I gotta tell you that you really need to get the lead out  of your hiney and start winning again.  Man, if I was Spike I would like so put your ass to the curb,” he vows as he wipes at this lips that are sneering slightly.  His buddy can be heard to say “Oh snap.”  

Vixen nods slowly as she takes in what was said.  With a smile, she shrugs as she moves past the young man.  “Maybe you are right,” she offers.  “But then again, maybe what you need to do is leave Spike out of this.  It is bad enough I have people doubting me and my abilities but it is another thing to think that Spike and I are involved because of my wrestling skill.  Sure, that is what got me into NXT originally.  But that isn’t what brought me closer to Spike...”

“Yeah boy, it was seeing him naked that time right?” asks the second young man.  “I read that wrestling mag online that said you and he have this see em nude sorta courtship or something.”

“Dude, that is just nasty,” his buddy says.  “Listen Vixen, I get that you and him are bumping uglies and all that but seriously, you gotta start pullin’ out some wins.  Take for instance that match you had for the cruiserweight title.  You had that man beat,” he adds with another sneer before continuing, “before you choked.”

Vixen’s smile fades slightly as she turns on the two men and leans towards them.  “If you seemed to remember that, you would remember the fact I was dominating that match until Magni pulled out the cheap win.  Now I get a chance to rectify that little mistake in Colombia.”

“How you doin’ that huh?” asks the young man.  “Getting another shot at the gold are you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am and this time I am not going to underestimate my opponent.  I am going to Bogota and I am going to win the title from Magni and...” she says as she holds one finger into the chest of the young man.  Behind her, Spike can be seen entering the church which makes the two guys start to jostle each other and point.  Vixen doesn’t see Spike and takes it as teasing which only makes her angrier.  “THAT’S IT!” she exclaims as she lunges at the pair only to be caught by Spike and held back.

“You guys better just leave NOW,” Spike offers.  Not needing to tell the two twice, Spike pulls Vixen to a pew to sit down and relax.  “Babe, this isn’t like you.  You have to relax and we have to get to the hotel so we get a good night’s sleep for training tomorrow.  You get to practice on Jamie,” teases Spike.  

Vixen’s eyes are still stormy but she smiles and replies, “Poor Jamie.”  Getting to her feet, she and Spike leave as Spike can be heard to say, “That’s my girl.”