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.

 Headlines on all the main wrestling smark pages read Misty has Vixen’s number and soon her Bombshell title or words to that effect.  Wrestleclassic didn’t help either.  With her confidence at an all-time low, Vixen must be wondering if it was worth it.    

Was she the loser everyone thought she was or would she choke like all other title matches she has had except for the extremely lucky matches winning first the Bombshell Roulette title and then more recently, the Bombshell title itself.

Questions race through the Bombshell champion’s head making her wonder if it was time to just give it all up.  Maybe just sit back, offer Spike her services as a manager and step away from the ring and active competition…

Nah…that just wouldn’t be Vixen’s style now would it?



Standing on a patch of muddy slush and looking at a wall, Vixen slowly takes a breath, her exhale fogging in the early morning light.  Dressed in a pair of fatigues and combat boots, Vixen reaches up and pulls her hair back into a ponytail, the last twist of which holds her hair in a loose bun.  Turning her back to the wall, she begins to jog away from it, heading into the military obstacle course where the wall is the final obstacle.  

Alone with her thoughts, Vixen makes it to the first hurdle, a log that she must shimmy across.  Familiar skills come into play as she quickly bumps her way across the hurdle.  Vixen continues to set a slow pace further, slowly working her breathing into a steady beat before quickening her stride slightly.  As she runs, her thoughts turn back to when she first tried this kind of physical training.

It was too early for her…way too early.  And COLD!

“All right, it’s time for you recruits to begin your training here on the course.  You have ten minutes to finish this course and we are going easy on you,” shouts a man in military fatigues who is pacing in front of a squad of people who, although they were wearing matching fatigues, looked nothing like soldiers as they slouched and stare at the course laid out below.  “GO!” exclaims the leader as he steps out of the way.

The recruits shuffle out of the starting line, a harangue from the leader following them, commanding them to move faster and reminding them that they only had ten minutes.  Among the recruits, Vixen or Private Lefebvre moved, stumbling sleepily along the trail.  Beside her, an out of breath recruit can be heard to curse as they stumble and land face first in the dirt.  Vixen stops but is bullied along as the leader comes forward and starts to yell at the downed man.

“Merde,” she mutters as she begins to run again, her breathing shallow as she gets to the first obstacle and eyes it warily.  The log is ice covered and the first recruits are trying to do the obvious thing and use it as a balance beam to get across only to fall and slip off.  Vixen moves closer to it and then no even trying, she straddles the log and moves across it, the cold of the ice dampening her fatigues.  Making it across, she smiles only to have that wiped off her face by another officer yelling at her to move as she stands looking at the log with satisfaction.

With precious time lost enjoying her victory over the obstacle, Vixen picks up the pace even more, her breathing becoming ragged and strained as she fights through the rest of the course.  Just before the final obstacle, Vixen can no longer fight the rise of bile in her throat and stumbles to the side as she gags and throws up from the exertion.   After wasting more time as she struggled with the final dry heaves Vixen looks up to find the wall as her final obstacle.  

Slowly shaking her head, she runs hard at it, intent to fling herself over it and finish.  The sprint to the wall sends the burn of chlorination to mix with the vile taste of bile in her mouth as she jumps and grasps at the top of the wall, her feet moving to scramble against the wood to climb it.  Unable to pull herself up, she hangs there, her head against the wet, cold wood as tears of frustration drop silently down her cheek.

“What the hell do you think you are doing soldier?” yells a voice right by her ear causing her fingers to let go and sending her to a heap at the feet of the officer.  “GET UP!” he barks.

“I can’t,” Vixen says, tears still glistening on her face.  “It’s too hard.”

“GET THE HELL UP!” he repeats as the tone of his voice resonates with something in Vixen and she forces herself up to stand there in front of the wall at attention.  “Who are you soldier?” the officer asks.

“Private Lefebvre,” Vixen replies.  

“Pardon?”

Vixen inhales, the chlorine sting fading swiftly.  “PRIVATE LEFEBVRE SIR!” she roars.

“Well Private, why did you tell me that you CAN’T climb this wall?” questions the officer as he leans forward.

“The wall is too big of an obstacle sir,” she replies, sliding a glance at the officer who has set his lips in a straight line.  

“So your answer to that is to give up private?” he responses questioningly.  “Seems to me, that is what makes it a challenge for you.”  Vixen nods only to be reprimanded by the officer leaning once more to scream into her ear.  “I can’t hear your head shake private.”

“Yes sir,” she replies with one more glance at the officer who has circled her.  “It is a big challenge for someone like me.”

“We don’t ever give up private.  This obstacle is only an obstacle,” he states as he turns her to face it.  “When we are done with you, that challenge will be nothing to you.  VanDoos don’t accept defeat.  VanDoos rise to the challenge.”

To Vixen’s surprise, the man moves to the base of the wall and motions her to step forward.  “You know we don’t accept failure but that doesn’t mean we will let you fail, either the regiment or the forces nor,” he says as he laces his fingers together.  “fail yourself”

“Sir,” Vixen questions as he motions for her to come forward again.  Moving slowly, she steps towards the officer.

“There is nothing wrong with asking for help or getting support,” he says as he unlaces his fingers then slaps her leg.  “Today is your first day at this so I am going to give you a piece of advice that I got from the man that taught me.  Don’t worry about not being able to do it right away but keep your eye on the prize and use whatever support you have.  Now, put your foot on here.”  He wiggles the stirrup his hands have created.

Vixen braces her hands on his shoulders and gingerly puts her foot into the cupped hands only to feel her body boosted upwards.  She barely has time to grab the wall and throw herself over but she manages to land on her feet.  The officer comes around the wall to yell at her once more.  “Just because you got help doesn’t mean you stop private.  You have a course to finish…GO GO GO!”

Once she gets to the finish, she lines up with the other recruits, still breathing heavily.  The order to dismiss is heard as the squad disperses and the officer motions for Vixen to join him.  On the walk back to the barracks, the officer continues to speak.

“No obstacle should scare you private.  But don’t take obstacles too easy either or it will rise to bite your ass,” he says with a bit of a smirk.  In the army, you will have all the support you need as well as all the skills to do it yourself.  We don’t want you to rely on it but you won’t ever be let down by your support either.”

Vixen approaches the wall, her speed increasing slightly as she grabs at the top, her body moving to propel her up the wall.  Getting to the top of it, she straddles the pinnacle instead of throwing herself to the other side.  Taking in the course, she smiles in remembrance of the first time she had done it herself.

She had kept pushing and pushing, each week, fighting to be better, get higher on the wall.  Finally, in her last few days of basic training, she faced the wall and conquered it.  Only this time, she knew just what she needed to do.

Now she wasn’t the slowest in the run group and her time on the obstacle course was one of the better ones however, it was still the wall that gave her the most problems.  But not today, not when she was geared up and ready to excel.

The officer barked out the order to go and the group made their way through the obstacles, tackling them as if they weren’t even there.  At the finish it was up and over the wall.  Most people thought nothing of it but under her breath, Vixen talked to it like it was a physical person.

“You won’t beat me anymore,” she mumbled as she jumped, catching the top and yanking herself upward, throwing her feet over the top and then dropping to the other side.   Awed by the fact she had scaled the wall, Vixen stopped and put a hand out towards it only to be met with a boot to the shoulder from the next person passing the obstacle.  

The officer moves towards Vixen who is lying on the ground, wind knocked out of her.  “What is your major malfunction private?” he yells in her direction.  Scrambling to her feet, she salutes and replies back with a ‘nothing sir’.  The officer gives her the once over and motions her towards the finish without another word.  Even the reprimand could not remove the smile of victory on her face.  

Still straddling the wall, Vixen looks down to see someone approaching the course.  Suddenly, she smiles wider and tosses her leg over to drop in front of the woman who looks distinctly out of place there in the slush and mud.  

“Ms Mountains, to what do I owe this honour,” she teases as she clasps her hands behind her back and smiles.

“You are going to owe me big time Vixen,” she replies with a look of disgust.  “The least you could have done for me was arrange this to be somewhere dry you know.”

Vixen has the good graces to look ashamed for a moment as she holds out her hands in apology.  “I know I should have but I needed to prove a point to someone and if truth be told, to myself as well,” she says.  “I really want to send a message to someone and the best place to do that, was here in my proving grounds so to speak.”

Rocky Mountains nods as she rolls her eyes.  “I guess then we better get this over and done with.  Now Vixen, how are feeling knowing that soon you will be facing Misty who has basically come out and said that she is going to beat you because well, she has always beaten you.”

Vixen grits her teeth at the comment but then smiles.  “You know, I was feeling pretty down about it.  I mean who wouldn’t when faced with the truth.”  Vixen nods sagely then continues.  “I mean sure, Misty has kept saying that she is going to beat me.  That she is the dominant bombshell in the division.  Bravo, you have the ability to say that and back it up.”

“I am sensing a ‘but’ here,” answers Ms Mountains.

“Not so much a ‘but’ than a however,” replies Vixen.  “And that however is when you look across the ring at me and my title, you are starting to underestimate me or overestimate yourself.    Yes, you have beaten me in the past, I will freely admit that.  But…I mean…however, things change and times change and the fact that you beat me constantly is going to change at Blaze of Glory.  Once I realized that, my down turned right around and now I am feeling pretty good about this match coming up.”

Ms Mountains sniffs as she lifts first one foot then the other, stamping slightly which sends slush flying.  “Okay, so you are feeling pretty good about it that is great.   Right now all I am feeling or NOT feeling as the case may be is my feet.  Tell me why you have me out here in this god forsaken hell hole?”

“This is where it all began for me,” replies Vixen with a wave of her hand.  “This was my second great obstacle in my life, this wall right here.”   Vixen moves to pat the wall.  “I was seventeen at the time, a raw recruit in the military forced to enlist to save myself jail time.  God I was a cocky idiot until I faced this wall.  And the first time I went up against it…it defeated me.  But I came back again and again and then one day, I conquered it and I never looked back.”

Rocky Mountains glares disbelievingly at Vixen.  “Are you equating Misty to a WALL?!?”

“No, I am not equating her to a wall, I am just using the allegory of the fact that at first this wall beat me,” says Vixen patiently.  “That this wall almost broke me.  Just like Misty is so fond of telling everyone and their brother that she does to me.  And that is quite fine by me.  See, I know from experience, hardship makes you work all the more and defeat forces you to push to victory.  Just like when Misty talks and talks and puts me down.  All that is doing is making me work harder to keep my title.  Making me push harder to scale that ‘wall’ and succeed.  And that is precisely what I plan to do at Blaze of Glory.”

“Good good, now can we please get inside where I might find a latte and warmth?” begs Ms Mountains as she again stamps her feet and wraps her arms around herself trying to pull what little warmth her jacket can give her.

Vixen can see the misery that Rocky is suffering and moves towards the reporter to guide her out of the area.  “You haven’t lived until you have had a Tim Horton’s French vanilla latte.”

The noisy ‘yum’ from Ms Mountains makes Vixen smile as the pair of them leaves the obstacle course.  On the wall is an image of Misty with boot prints all over her face as the scene fades out.  



“Mommy doesn’t like you does she?” asks a small voice from behind her as Vixen leans down, the open case of a dvd in one hand and the disc in the other.  Straightening, Vixen turns to the little girl sitting on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn beside her and a small black cat curled up nearby.

“What makes you say that Eden?” answers Vixen with a questioning look.  Moving to sit on the couch, Vixen sits back and slightly turns to the little girl.  Eden looks at Vixen and then shrugs.  “Mommy just gets very angry when anyone talks about you and Daddy.”

Vixen puts an arm around the girl and hugs her close.  “Don’t you worry about it Eden.  Mommy and I have our differences but that is work.  Outside of wrestling, I don’t know what she thinks of me.”

“I can show you what she thinks,” offers Timmy who is sitting nearby with his own bowl of snacks.  “But I don’t think that,” he says with a nod at Eden, “should see what it is.”  Getting to his feet, he motions towards the door and leaves the room.  Vixen reaches for the remote and begins the movie.  On the screen, the Little Mermaid opening can be seen.  Vixen nudges Eden who is focused on the Disney movie.  Leaving the girl engrossed in her favourite movie, Vixen follows Timmy out of the room.

Once she meets him in the other room, she notices he has his phone open on Youtube as a video shows Misty at the meet and greet with a man.  The conversation is staticky but still mostly understandable.  Vixen can’t believe what she is hearing.  Under her breath, she mutters, “broken record much…”

“Whatcha say?” Timmy asks.

“Just commenting about how the more things change, the more they stay the same,” admits Vixen with a sigh as Misty appears to attack the man.  Background noises can be heard with comments like ‘DAMN’ and ‘Oh sh*t’.  Vixen only shakes her head as Timmy presses stop and closes the browser on his phone.  “I can’t believe that she did that,” Vixen comments as she moves to the fridge and opens it to pull out a pair of bottles of ice tea.

“So yeah, Misty hates you,” Timmy drawls as he reaches for the bottle of ice tea Vixen holds out to him.  “But don’t let that get to you, because that just might make her win the title.  And I know that ain’t what you want.”

Vixen smiles, putting her arm around Timmy in a half hug as she hears the song “Part of your World” come on the television.  The pair move back into the room with Eden, Vixen snuggling down on the couch with her only to have her cuddle up close.

“So did Timmy show you that video of Mommy fighting with that man?” Eden asks without looking at Vixen who quickly looks at Timmy who holds his hands up to show he was innocent of doing anything to tell Eden.  The little girl giggles as she looks up at Vixen.  “Don’t worry, Daddy and I saw it on the news,” she adds.  

Vixen breaths a silent sigh of relief as she leans back, feeling Eden cuddle in closer and lay her head on Vixen’s shoulder as she watches the movie.  Timmy continues to listen to his game as he plays and Vixen relaxes.  Fighting back a yawn, Vixen lets her eyes close slightly, not seeing the matching yawn from Eden.  Looking at the clock, Vixen decides that it was time to get the kids to bed but when she suggests it, both argue to remain awake.  Timmy justifying it by saying he was in the middle of a tough game and Eden pointing to the television screen and saying that Ariel was her FAVOURITE Disney princess.  Outnumbered, Vixen nods and then snuggles deeper on the couch with Eden who once again lets her head drop onto Vixen’s shoulder.

That was where Spike found them half an hour later, snuggled up on the couch fast asleep, Eden’s head resting by Vixen’s as both females were covered by the throw blanket off Vixen’s couch back.  Spike moved further into the room looking for Timmy and finding him in Vixen’s kitchen eating a piece of cold pizza.

“Boring movie?” Spike wonders as he motions at the two on the couch.

“Nah, they were watching Eden’s ‘favourite’ movie,” says Timmy who chuckles.  “Eden passed out first then Vixen wasn’t too far behind her.”  Timmy finishes off the pizza and then turns to Spike.  “Dad…do you think that Vixen will be able to hold on to her title or” he starts to say before running a hand through his ruffled hair.  

Spike nods as he puts a hand on Timmy’s shoulder.  “Don’t let Vixen hear you wonder about that,” Spike says with a serious look on his face.  “For someone as tough as her, sometimes she doesn’t have that much confidence.  I just wish that she wouldn’t worry so much about Misty.  I have told her everything she needs to know and trust me, with half the stuff that Vixen seems to do, Misty isn’t going to stand a chance in the ring with my girl.”

“Your girl huh,” teases Timmy.  “Isn’t that getting to be a bit serious there pops?”

Spike ruffles his son’s hair at the teasing.  Turning back to the living room, he moves to pick up Eden and makes to carry her into her bedroom.  Depositing her on the bed, he tucks her in only to be stopped by Eden’s voice.  “Daddy won’t let Mommy hurt Vixen because Daddy knows I likes Vixen,” she seems to be saying, still asleep but assuring someone in her dreams that it won’t happen.  Spike smiles and leans down to kiss his daughter.  Walking to the door, he moves back to the living room and sits on the couch, leaning against Vixen which makes her open her eyes and smile sleepily.

“Hey you,” she says to Spike before a yawn escapes her as she arches and stretches, waking slightly.  

“Hey yourself,” he replies as he lets his lips move against hers in a soft kiss.  Letting her arms move to wrap around Spike’s neck, Vixen melts into the kiss.  Suddenly a snort of disgust from the side breaks them apart.

“Geez, get a room!” exclaims Timmy.  “Man, I think I am scarred for life.”

The couple giggle at the melodramatics of the teen.  “I thought we already had one,” answers Spike with a waggle of his eyebrows which makes Vixen giggle.  Another snort of disgust causes Spike to chuckle as Timmy mutters and leaves the room.

Sitting up, Spike holds out a hand for Vixen who puts her hand in his and allows him to pull her off the couch.  The pair slowly make their way into the hallway as the scene fades out.



The wrestling ring is getting its final adjustments for Blaze of Glory.  Vixen is standing there wearing a hoodie over her ring gear as she gets into the zone for the match that later tonight could see her lose her title to Misty or could see her end the curse that is the losing streak that she has when she faces Misty.  Sighing, she spins slowly only to find a cameraman filming her.  

“Could you help me,” he asks as he tries to focus the camera.  “I just need to get some tape down so I know the camera’s working.”

Sitting on the ring apron, Vixen nods as she puts her hands into her hoodie pockets and leans back against the ropes.  “Sure, what would you like?” she asks.

“Why don’t you talk about your match that is happening later.  I am sure that they may want a soundbyte or something from you for the show.”

The smile on Vixen’s face gives her a look of confidence as she thinks about what she wants to say.  “Misty has an opportunity tonight,” she begins, “an opportunity to make history as the first every three time Bombshell champion in Sin City Wrestling.  I certainly do wish her luck with that because you see, there is only one problem with her winning tonight and that is the fact that she is facing me in the ring and I am not going to let that woman have my title.  She claims that after tonight, my soul will be hers however when the dust settles in the ring and the bell is rung, it isn’t going to be Misty’s arm raised.”  Tossing back her hair, Vixen crosses her legs, warming to the subject.

“Misty, you know what.  The past is the past and that is where it belongs.  You see, I have decided to live in the now and look to the future whereas you can’t let go of the past.  I see it time and again, you have nothing but selfpraise that you were everything I am now but in the past and before me.  Bravo,” states Vixen.  “You can’t let go of the past and even now, are more than likely jealous that I have everything that you tossed aside or gave away.”

“Whoa, like that is harsh,” states the cameraman.

“Harsh but the truth,” answers Vixen.  “She talks about how she didn’t want Spike, how he was nothing to her.  But now that he has moved on in his life, what has happened but Misty can’t let go and uses every trick in the book to keep him in her claws.  And I am pretty sure that it just twists in her stomach that he wants nothing to do with her but she can’t help but continue to try with all her might to maintain some hold on him.”  Vixen shakes her head.  “That cross you are bearing…you need to use the wood, build yourself a bridge and get over yourself.”

Vixen’s eyes light up, a smile crossing her face.  “You talk all about how you know you are going to beat me, about how you are THE dominant bombshell in the division.  Seems to me you are talking like that to try and get under my skin.  And I will freely admit that you used to.  But I made up my mind about something,” she says.  “I have the support of Spike Staggs, a man that you desperately want back even though you won’t admit it.  I have the New Xtremes and I have the Bombshell title.   And tonight I have just the drive to see you suffer enough knowing that it is going to be my night.  The night I end the curse that is your challenge that I haven’t overcome because tonight will be the night you will suffer the fall from grace or submit to the foxy dreams,” promises Vixen.  “I am promising you this Misty, when push came to shove it was your underestimation of me that just pushed me to the edge and now I am ready to start a NEW Xtreme revolution in the Bombshell division here in SCW.  I am ready to make you realize that there is a strong new desire to see you put in your place and that is flat on your back in the middle of the ring.”

The cameraman is about to stop filming when Vixen grabs the camera by the lens and brings the man closer still as she vividly glares into the lens.  “Tonight Misty, the Vixen you face isn’t going to be the scared, unconfident bombshell that you have faced before.  Tonight I am going to be your worst nightmare.  I’m declaring war and if you think I am going to offer you any quarter or even a sliver of mercy, you have another thing coming!”

With that, she pushes the cameraman away and he lowers the camera.  “Got it, thanks,” he says before backing away as Vixen hops down from the apron and then patting the man on his shoulder, she heads up the ramp and towards the backstage area as she whistles a tuneless little song.

“I am pretty sure that she is going to be giving Misty a run for her money,” the cameraman says to no one in particular as the image fades to black.

 “Lord please save me from the drama,” mutters Vixen as she walks along the hallway of the arena.  It was bad enough that she has to deal with Nick Jones as a tag partner in this mixed tag tournament, she had to face Misty and Thatcher Rex in round two.  Life was just going downhill and downhill fast.

With her bag draped over her shoulder, she moves towards the row of parked cars and stops at a beat up old Camaro.   The mixture of bondo and rust gives it character as the door squeaks once as the bombshell unlocked it and slid inside.  Adjusting herself for the moment, she checks the mirror and rolls her neck.  

Suddenly from the door way, Ms Rocky Mountains can be seen coming out.  Putting the car into gear Vixen drives towards the interviewer and stops with a smile.  “Ms Mountains, I was wondering if I could buy you a coffee and talk to you about this tournament.  I saw your interview with,” she grits her teeth as she pauses, “Nick my partner and I just want to say that I definitely think we need to set the record straight about what is going on in this tournament and with my life as I know it.”

Ms Rocky Mountains gives Vixen a look and shrugging her shoulders, moves around the car and slides into the passenger seat.  Pulling a camera out of her bag Rocky motions at it as she addresses Vixen, “Do you mind if I record this?” she asks.  When Vixen shakes her head no, the woman begins to film Vixen as she drives.  “I guess Vixen that my first question has to be, what is your reaction to the fact that Nick Jones is claiming credit for your win last week and the success of the team so far?”

Vixen can only chuckle for a moment.  “Funny Rocky…I can call you Rocky?” she asks and receives a nod from behind the camera.  “You see, last week Nick and I faced Faith and Giani and after Giani left Faith high and dry, I pinned her to get the win for us.  Granted, if he wants to claim that he was the one that got the win, fine.   If he can’t realize that it is a tag team and not a posing contest for jackass of the year in SCW then I am going to have to prove once and for all that the only carrying done in the team is yours truly.  And we both know that since he just can’t control the urge of needing to put me down by confusing my name with all of the other “reindeer” in Santa’s team.”

“You heard about that did you?” Rocky asks.  “I kept reminding him that your name is Vixen but the man is just one brick short of a load when it comes to names.”

“No, all he is doing is making himself look good because he manages to make the joke about my name by using every reindeer name in his reindeer games.  I am not defined by my name, I am defined by the fact that I step in that ring night after night and do what I need to.  And that means giving it my all to beat anyone that is stepping into the ring with me,” states Vixen with a smirk.  “Bet he would hate to know that not only Spike could beat him but I probably could too.”

“Ooooo I would love to see that one day,” Rocky replies with a giggle.

“If he doesn’t start acting right and respecting me like he should, you just might,” answers Vixen.

“Well speaking of respecting you, I heard that a certain opponent of yours this week does respect you,” Rocky says as she again starts to film Vixen.  “Thatcher Rex says you are one of the good ones .  Do you think that he will think that going into the match?”

Vixen pauses to think about that as the car rests for a moment at a red light on the strip.  As she pulls into traffic, Vixen responds with a smile.  “I respect the hell of him too.  I am just sorry that this week when we step in the ring, one of us is going to be disappointed by the fact one will move on and one will have to lose.  I wish him luck this week, I truly do.”

Rocky takes a slow deep breath before bringing up the biggest subject of this conversation.  “His partner however is Misty and seeing as you are sleeping with the man she left at the alter…”

“Spike wants nothing to do with her and I can see why.  But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity that is handed to me.  I listen to her go on and on about how she beat me yet she says nothing about having to cheat to win.  I hear her talk about how I follow her and have to deal with her leavings,” says Vixen, a hint of venom colouring her words.  “I don’t think that she realizes just what she is doing when she talks like that.  I mean, you poke someone with a stick that many times, they are going to step right up and beat the hell out of you with that same stick.  Bravo, she was Bombshell champion before me.  She was Spike’s girlfriend before me and she was the one that dropped the ball with that one and Spike traded up to someone better.  She can’t see that of course but then again, the only thing she is going to be seeing after this week is the ringlights.”

“Strong words Vixen, but can you back them up?” asks Ms Mountains as the car pulls up to a small diner.  Cutting the engine, Vixen moves to get out of the car.  Rocky Mountains gets out of the passenger side and once again films Vixen who leans on the hood of the car.

“You know, just like everyone else in this little drama, no one is thinking that the Bombshell champion can beat her biggest nemesis.  Misty to me is just another challenge I have to surmount.  See, all Misty can do is talk about the past and the fact that she had a life with Spike and that she beat me before.  Wow…glad to know that she remembers her history.  Whereas I live in the now and don’t worry about the past, Misty just can’t seem to let it go,” says Vixen, her smile widening as she walks towards the diner door.  “Tell you what Rocky, let me just prove once and for all that Misty’s not going to get away with anything in the ring.  I learned from our match before and I definitely will be teaching her a thing or two about being too confident.”

Vixen walks into the diner and slides into a booth.  Rocky Mountains slides into the seat across from her.  The waitress comes over with a pot of coffee and popping her gum.  “You can’t film in here,” she mutters to Rocky with a patently snide sneer.  Putting away the camera, Rocky is left only her recorder that had also been documenting the conversation.  The waitress takes the women’s orders and wanders off as Vixen leans on the table.

“This week Rocky, I am stepping into the ring with someone that for all intents and purposes thinks that she rules the world of SCW Bombshells.  I am here to tell you that she won’t be stepping out of that ring with that idea.  Dominance in the ring when dealing with someone that is as dangerous as I can be…there will be no question of me not putting Misty in her place and that is flat on her back for the one two three.”

At the three, the waitress sets their order down in front of them.  “You all can’t do any of that recording either,” says the waitress as she motions at the recorder.  Vixen and Rocky share a glance as the waitress crosses her arms and begins to tap her foot.  The last sound heard is Rocky and Vixen giggling as the waitress begins to carp at them about how the diner is a respectable place.

 “You can’t go in there sir,” a voice can be heard outside of the locker room where SCW Bombshell Vixen can be seen staring at herself in the mirror near the showers that are running , warm moist air escaping to curl across the floor. Still dressed in the blood covered halter and hot pants that she had worn to face the Phantom, she could only stare open mouthed at the slash of blood across her face from the bloody kiss. At the commotion at the door, she wipes at the blood with the towel in her hand, cleaning up her face.

“There isn’t anything you are going to do to prevent me walking in there,” another voice growls as Spike Staggs pushes open the door. The backstage worker moves into the doorway and looks at Vixen apologetically as Spike just pushes him back and closes the door. Turning, he takes in the bloody mess of Vixen and just shakes his head before leaning back against the door and motioning to the showers. “Get cleaned up and then I am taking the bravest, craziest woman out for dinner,” he says with a smile.

Vixen smiles herself as she heads to the showers, reaching for a second towel to bring with her. She undresses outside of the shower, sliding inside with a sigh of pleasure after a swift intake of breath at the stinging pain of the shower as it hits her battered body. Over the sound of the shower, she calls out to Spike.

“What are you doing here?” she asks. “I thought you would be getting ready for New Year Rising and that stable war you are in.”

From the room, he calls back with a chuckle, “I am getting ready for it. Not like you are for your match. What possessed you to take on that psycho? Seven foot tall and almost double your weight. That isn’t going to prepare you for someone like Amanda Cortez. Facing her for the Bombshell title will be quite the different fight if you ask me. Speaking of the Bombshell title, what was up with the attack at the Christmas Climax Control? Is she that afraid of you?”

“I figure it wasn’t that she is afraid of me,” replies Vixen slowly as she turns off the water and grabs a towel. “I guess she just wants to prove a point that she is the champion and I shouldn’t have challenged her for the title. She might be right but then again, all she accomplished with that little attack was to get my back up and make me that much more intent on taking that title from her.”

Wrapping her towel around her, she moves back into the room, her hair hanging damply around her face, one small curl tangled on the stitches that are holding a small cut on her face closed. Spike moves closer and caresses a finger along the cut. “She certainly did a number on you and you got her back but this match between you two is going to be one for the ages. Looking like it is going to be as violent as Misty and Roxanne.”

“Sad part about it, she is probably blaming me for this match because I said I was coming for the Bombshell championship. As it is, yes, I point blank made it a point to let the champion know I was coming for the belt rather than stab her in the back. I guess when you show the respect of telling a person that you want their title, they just can’t take it. I mean I could sit back and just wait for a title shot but that isn’t me.”

“Yeah, you are a ‘balls to the wall’ type of gal,” jokes Spike. “Seriously babe, Amanda is taking this seriously and I know you are too...”

Vixen gives Spike a look as she replies. “But...”

Spike shrugs. “Taking on men like this after finding out that you got the Bombshell title match at the supercard. Seems like you are out to get yourself injured like before you have to face Amanda, maybe giving yourself an excuse in case you lose...”

“I won’t lose Spike,” Vixen replies with a look of determination on her face. “I mean the last time I faced anyone for the Bombshell title, Misty was holding the title and needed to cheat to win the match. I am more prepared for whatever Amanda could dish out.”

Tapping Spike lightly on the chest, Vixen breaks into a grin. “Besides, I have a secret weapon this time for my title shot. And that is a champion to get me ready for the match. Now that I have competed in the match tonight against Phantom, I have nothing to do until I face Amanda except to train and prepare. So I am going to get ready and let you take me out for dinner. That way we can start to strategize about how I am going to win the title from Ms Cortez and give SCW a true golden couple.”

With a soft kiss, Vixen pulls away and moves towards the open case near her locker and grabs her clothes. Moving behind a screen, she pulls the towel off and lets it hang over the edge of the screen and pulls on a pair of skin tight black jeans and a matching black lace camisole over black lace lingerie. Grabbing a man’s button down shirt, she pulls it on, using only two buttons to close it over her midsection. Once done, she brings her bloody ring gear over to the case and puts it inside a plastic bag that she emptied of the ice that had been in it and zipping it closed, stuffs it into the case then closes it before slinging it over her shoulder.

“I’m ready Spike,” she offers as she moves closer and slides her hand along his arm. “So where are we going for dinner?”

“That is a surprise babe,” he teases as he reaches for the door and pulls it open. Intrigued, Vixen moves through the doorway followed by Spike, “Seriously Spike, where are we going?” she asks as the door slowly shuts behind the couple.



Preparing for what could be the fight of the night was something that Vixen tended to take too seriously. After waking Spike from a nightmare, Vixen could only lay there, half leaning on the pillows with Spike’s arm over her midsection, her thoughts chasing each other in the dark.

Finally giving up the pretense of sleep, she slides from the bed after caressing Spike’s cheek and whispering ‘sleep sweet babe’. Walking towards her laptop, she grabs it and heads towards the bathroom, closing the door before turning on the lights that illuminates her face, shadowing the cut on her cheek that finally has healed enough to have had the stitches removed and is only a red slash across it. Logging into her machine, she pulls up her webcam software and prepares it for another one of her vlogs.

Turning to the tub, she begins to run a hot bath, pour a soft vanilla scented stream of bath oil into the water. Once it is filled, she stops the water as the room fills with a slight mistiness of steam. Putting the laptop on the closed toilet, Vixen slides into the water then pressing the button, relaxes back as the webcam begins to tape her.

”Here I am trying to relax and all that I can do is sit here and wonder just why Amanda Cortez is champion. I mean yeah she is a woman that has beaten some of the best in the federation and all that,” admits Vixen. “Now if you ask me, yes, Amanda deserves respect and I for one thought I was showing it to her when I point blank told her that I was going to be coming after the title. Guess that when you say you are going to do something that means you are showing disrespect.”

Splashing slightly, Vixen brings one hand out of the water letting water dribble from her fingertips as she contemplates the droplets for a moment before addressing the camera once more.

“Listen Amanda, I know you think you have something to prove because you probably think that no one respects you. Hell, before you decided to attack me at the Christmas Climax Control, I had all the respect in the world for you. That is why I challenged you the way I did. But when you come from behind and attack me, tends to get me a little perturbed,” taunts Vixen as she lays her head back. “I could sit here and trash you without end because we both know that is what you would be expecting. Instead I am going to give you props where props are deserved. You beat some very tough women in this federation to get to where you are now. You beat my stablemate Odette who many thought was going to be a lock for the bombshell championship in that match where you pulled out the win and became the champion. But that didn’t save you in the tag match we had did it?”

Vixen raises one eyebrow as she again lets a handful of hot water trickle through her fingers. Reaching for a bottle on the side of the sunken tub, she pours a stream of silvery liquid into a sea sponge and begins to work up a soapy lather.

“The only reason you were able to avoid being pinned by me and Odette in that tag match is that you thought you had it made when you hit me in the back of the head with those brass knuckles of yours,” says Vixen with a small smile. “I bet you think I forgot that night and that cheap shot but no. Seems to me that all you are good at is cheap shots and attacks from behind.”

Vixen turns away from the camera to check out the glistening of oil on her toned leg that slides up out of the water for a moment to rest on the side of the tub as she runs the sponge along her muscular calf. Even while washing, she continues to speak, her voice betraying a sense of concern for her opponent.

“Amanda, you have to be asking yourself what is going to happen when I have my eyes focused directly on you and when you are in the crosshairs of my attention, very little mercy is going to be shown. Don’t get me wrong Amanda,” states Vixen as she switches legs, “I am still going to respect you in the morning but at the New Year Rising super card, when I step into the ring with you, the only thing that is going to need respect is how much you are going to respect the fact that I am coming for one thing and one thing only and that is the Bombshell title. So be ready for the fight of your life Amanda. I know I will be.”

With that, Vixen leans forward and presses stop on the laptop after drying her finger on the towel that is resting nearby. As she leans back to relax once more, the door slowly opens to reveal Spike in the doorway leaning lightly on the door jamb.

“You realize that talking to yourself is a symptom of going crazy,” he teases Vixen who just chuckles softly before sitting up and holding up the sponge for Spike without a reply. Moving over to the tub, he takes the sponge, dribbling water over Vixen’s shoulder. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“My back please,” Vixen replies as she pulls her long two toned hair over the dry shoulder.

Kneeling, Spike begins to lave water over the back of Vixen who lets her eyes close with pleasure at the motion.  “I was serious you know,” he says.

“About talking to myself…Spike I was recording,” jokes Vixen.  “Besides, isn’t crazy your style?”

Sickly chuckling, Spike just shakes his head, a look of resignation on his face.  “I mean the getting away from it all Vix.  Seriously, just a couple of phone calls and we could be sitting on the beach, ocean views for the rest of our lives.  Not having to worry about who might need us to lead them or have their backs.”

Vixen’s eyes open to take in the look on Spike’s face.  Turning in the bath, she leans forward to catch his chin and force him to look into her eyes.  “Spike, are you ok?  You know that we have too much to do here in NXT.  Not to make you feel responsible for us but you are the face right now of SCW and NXT.  And I know that something has to be getting to you since you won the title.  It is like you are expecting NXT to implode or something.”  Caressing her hand along his cheek, she smiles into his eyes.  “And even if NXT does implode, there is at least one person that is NEVER going to leave you…you know that right?”

The half-smile that is Spike’s reaction barely reassures Vixen who kisses Spike then reaches for the towel to get out of the tub.  He beats her to the cloth and holds it up as she steps out of the now emptying tub and into his embrace.  Still damp arms wind themselves around Spike’s neck as Vixen leans close.  “Spike, you have this match and you know that you can’t walk away from everything you have done here in SCW and for all of us in NXT.  Besides, just think of the fun you get to have driving Mark Ward up the wall.”  That thought is accompanied by a girlish giggle from Vixen.

“I ain’t worried about that Vix but it seems that everyone is just on the bandwagon to get close enough to slip knives into my back,” argues Spike.  “As much as we are a group, it feels very lonely to me.”  Kissing her nose, he starts to dry Vixen as she gets a slight pout on her lips.  

Reaching for his hands, she pulls him into the bedroom after securing her towel.  Sitting him on the side of the bed, she kneels in front of him.  “Spike, this doesn’t sound like you.  Is there something more that you aren’t telling me?  I know that since Misty came back…”

“Misty has nothing to do with this,” Spike says quickly.  “Maybe I am just finished with it all.  Maybe it is just that you make me think of things other than wrestling,” he teases before getting to his feet and pulling Vixen to hers.  “You’re right babe.”

“Huh,” Vixen replies, confused at where the conversation has gone.  “I’m right about what?”

“You’re right that it doesn’t sound like me,” he offers.  “Tell you what…why don’t you get dressed and we will head out for a late bite to eat…”

Vixen glances at the blinking clock reading 4:30 am and shakes her head before caressing one finger along Spike’s chest, finally pushing him onto the bed once more.  Straddling him, Vixen smiles down as her fingers caress along his chest again.  “I’m hungry Spike but it isn’t for food.”

A surprised look passes over Spike’s face as Vixen begins a slow grind against him.  The small whimper from Vixen changes the look to one of matching rising passion as the scene fades out …



“Hours from now, the lights of the ring at New Year Rising could very well see so many violent matches.  Titles will be defended or lost and what is going to be all out warfare will be the war between NXT and Mark Ward’s band of misfits.  And in a match that has everyone anticipating, Amanda Cortez will face Vixen for the Bombshell title.”

The voice in the darkness is soft but melodic with a slight French Canadian accent that is making itself known.  Footsteps are heard as if someone is walking towards the light.  The light slowly reveals Vixen who is dressed in a pair of dark camo hot pants with a silvery hoodie that is open at the neck.  With her hands in the pockets, she is walking along what is revealed to be the ramp towards the ring.  Last minute work is being done by technicians as she finally approaches the ring and climbs the stairs.

“Like I was saying, that is going to be the match I am looking forward to, my opportunity to finally make that step that will provide SCW with a true golden couple,” says Vixen before sliding into the ring.  “Now I am sure that Amanda is ready but I have serious doubts about this match.”

Vixen brushes her hair back as she takes a long deep breath and looks around her at the controlled chaos.  “I have been hearing whispers in the wind that people think I won’t have what it takes to win this match.  What it takes to beat someone like Amanda who has gotten the better of me a couple of times.  Well, all I have to say to that is that I won’t be turning my back on her so I won’t have to worry about the cheap shots she likes to use.  As much as she wants to say that she is the one that deserves the title and that she will retain it, at New Year Rising, there will be a new Bombshell champion.”

“I heard that you think that I am jealous of the fact you are the champion and I am not.  That is the farthest thing from the truth.  I am not jealous of you Amanda, as a matter of fact; I am flattered to think that you see me as someone that is at your level.  However, jealousy is not something I bring into the ring with me when I am in a match, I bring determination, courage, intensity…those are all part of what I bring to a match and with that determination, courage and intensity, I am going to take the title from you.”

Suddenly from the dark, “Light it up” by Rev Theory begins to play making Vixen turn towards the ramp where a man with a microphone can be seen.   Vixen smiles at the man as Spike, watching him bring the microphone up to his lips.  “Ms Soon to be Bombshell Champ, you need to come and meet with everyone getting ready for the night.”

Getting out of the ring, Vixen makes her way up the ramp.  Once in front of Spike, she stops.  “I’m ready Spike, sooo ready to take what I should have had already.  And I can’t wait.”

The pair walk out of the arena together as the last strains of Vixen’s theme fades from the sound test.

 The sound of flickering lights coming on can be heard as a generator is heard to start. The interior of what can only be termed as a barn like room is revealed with a woman standing at the generator, a smile crossing her face. Vixen dusts off her hands on her rather ratty military camo pants before she moves towards a heavy bag that is hanging from a rafter. Around the area, worn workout equipment can be seen in various states of use.

From behind her, someone is chuckling. “Seriously Vixen, why did you want to come here and train? Because, number one, it is cold as hell here and two, it is cold as hell here.”

She rests one hand on the heavy bag as she turns to take in Spike who is smiling, his hands buried in his pockets trying his best to keep them warm. “For someone that spent time in Germany, I would have thought that snow and cold wouldn’t bother you much,” she teases. “Give it a minute and it will start to warm up in here. Heater will be coming on.”

As she says that, a fan like piece of equipment begins to glow a cherry red as waves of heat radiate from it. Spike moves closer as Vixen pulls a pair of dark leather gloves from a pocket on the side of her pants, putting one under her arm as she tugs the other onto her hand, fingers flexing slightly. Taking the other, she pulls it on and then closes her hand into a fist before slamming it into the canvas of the heavy bag angrily which causes it to rock slightly before Spike grabs it to steady it.

“So I guess this is about this week’s Climax Control,” he says as Vixen begins to use hard strikes and punches against the bag. “You and Jessie get the shot at Amy Marshall and Necra Kane. Jessie gets her title back and you get yourself another title and then NXT will continue to make Mark Ward’s life a living hell,” he adds with a grin as he braces the bag against his body and one hand brushes through the soft spikes of hair on his head.

Vixen stops for a moment and gives Spike a look and then moves close, her own hand covering his. “Of course I want to train hard to make sure that I don’t let Jessie down in this match,” she begins before slamming a hard knee into the bag which brings an answering grunt of surprise from Spike. “I know that they are going to be figuring that Jessie and I aren’t going to be as cohesive as they are because we don’t tag that often. Well considering that this week Jessie and I are serious about the gold means they aren’t going to be prepared for the teamwork that the two of us possess.”

“Jessie’s going to be a bit slow considering what Misty did to her last week,” Spike offers. “She’s got a never say die attitude but you gotta admit, Misty worked her over really well.”

Vixen nods. “Yeah she did and pretty much figure I am next on Misty’s list before she challenges Odette,” offers Vixen. “She’s coming after me to get to Odette but I have to ask you, do you think she might want to get a couple of shots in on me because of this…” Vixen motions with her finger between her and Spike.

“Who knows and more importantly, who cares,” Spike answers. “I seriously want you to forget about Misty this week and focus on getting the tag titles and then from what you have been showing me, you will be ready to take on Amanda Cortez for the Bombshell title. Just think of it babe, you will be doing something that no other bombshell has done, wearing two titles at one time in Sin City. Win the tag titles and then the Bombshell title.” He motions for her to continue to strike the bag.

“I know Spike, I know but it is sitting there in the back of my mind,” Vixen says as she hits the bag.  “I am going to let it go because Jessie might not be at one hundred percent when she steps in the ring and isn’t going to be backing down.  And I can’t let her down in her quest for the titles and I won’t let you down.  That is why this week we are going to step in the ring and bring back the gold to NXT.”  Vixen stops long enough to wipe at the sweat that is starting to bead on her forehead.  “And then I am going to be celebrating with a certain champion.”

Spike chuckles as he swings the bag towards Vixen.  “Anyone I know?” he taunts as he watches Vixen send a hard kick at the bag that jerks it to the side.  Holding up his hands, he backs away from the swinging bag and then moves around it to drape an arm over Vixen’s shoulder.  “Looks like you got things under control.  And I got you fired up for this match and ready to train hard.”  Spike begins to lead Vixen towards a table that is set up with a bottle of water, a towel and what looks like some kind of rope.  “We want you to be ready for anything that could be thrown at you by Necra or Amy.”

At the table, Spike hands Vixen the rope and motions to an empty spot in the room that has enough room to jump rope.  As she moves to the middle of the floor and begins to jump rope, Spike moves towards a trophy wall where newspaper articles, and other bits of paper hang on the wall in frames.  “What’s all this,” he calls over his shoulder as he reads one yellowed page.

Vixen continues to jump.  “That’s my history,” she offers breathlessly.  “They talk about my life and what has made me who I am today.  The one you are looking at is the article about the fire that killed my mother and put me into the foster care system.”  Spike turns with a look as Vixen blushes slightly.  “I was a bad seed I guess, got into some real legal problems.  Luckily though, the judge took pity on me..gave me a choice of jail or the army.   I heard he had heard about another punk kid that made good in the military so he thought he would be able to do the same with me.”

“So that’s how you got into the military?” Spike asks before moving on to read about a younger Vixen in a small independent wrestling territory in her hometown.  “What made you choose wrestling once you got out?”

“I found out I was pretty good in a fight,” she teased.  “I mean, UAC was something I excelled at I was told so I figure wrestling was something I could do well.  And boy did I,” Vixen added as she stopped the jump rope.  Walking towards Spike, she stops in front of the first poster for the indy wrestling company that was graced by her picture.  Just under it, Vixen’s name in a silvery marker shines in the flickering lights.  “I kept winning title after title…until I made it to the top of Rocky Mountain Pro as the Heavyweight title holder.”

Taking Spike by the arm, she leads him to the heavyweight belt hanging below a ten by thirteen picture of Vixen in the belt.  “Of course, that was before I joined SCW and now I don’t get to fight for the men’s titles…so your title is safe,” she taunts which makes Spike shoot her a look of ‘yeah right’.  Laughing at his reaction, Vixen just shakes her head.  “I so could beat you if they ever put me up for your title.”

Spike crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at Vixen.  “Tell you what, you win the tag titles and I will give you a title shot at my belt,” he offers cockily.  “Non-sanctioned of course,” he adds.  “Don’t think management would be too happy to see their heavyweight title around the waist of the toughest bombshell in the division.”

Laughing outright at that comment, Vixen moves back to the middle of the room. “Okay then champ,” she calls out.  “Come show me some of your best moves.  I might need some pointers on picking up some good counters to Amy Marshall and Necra’s moves in the ring.  I don’t think they would ever be ready for some of the moves you can show me. ”  

“Very true Vixen, so let’s teach you how to get that title,” offers Spike as the scene fades out on him locking up with Vixen in the middle of the room, the grapple more of a hug than a wrestling hold.

*********

The flight back to San Jose was uneventful as Vixen and Spike returned from Canada where Vixen had invited him up to her home there while she packed some things for her new home in Vegas.  After getting off the plane, the pair had headed to the hotel.  After checking in, Vixen was on her way down to the lobby when she is joined in the elevator by Pussy Willow who smirks and looks at the numbers on the elevator.

“Fancy meeting you here Vixen,” she says sarcastically.  Vixen doesn’t bother to reply with anything but Pussy actually turns to look at her.  “I gotta know Vixen, can I get an interview with you for this week?  I mean you get a shot at the tag titles from Mark Ward and I want to know what you think of Necra and Amy Marshall considering that you are not really in the tag division so much.”

Vixen sighs to herself before answering with a half grin.  “Listen Pussy, I don’t really know Necra or Amy all that well.  But I do know they are the champs, which means that they must be a tough pair of women.  And Jessie told me that they were the ones that took the title from her and her partner.  Now the two of us, Jessie and I, get a chance to bring the titles back to NXT.”

“So does that mean that you are going to be talking trash about your opponents?  I mean I hear them talk about you like they actually don’t see you as a threat.  So how does that make you feel hmmmm?” asks the interviewer.  “Does it worry you that they don’t consider you more dangerous?”

“Honestly if they want to be so narrowminded as to think that I am not dangerous,” Vixen says with a shrug.  “They have another thing coming.  And I am quite willing to step in the ring with Necra and Amy and show them just how dangerous and Xtreme I can be.  You have to love the fact that they don’t see me as dangerous.  That means they are underestimating me and don’t really look that deep into who their opponents are.  That definitely will make them beatable in the ring.”  Vixen tucks her hands into the pockets of her well-worn jeans as she leans back against the wall of the elevator.  “Some might say that I should be exploiting the fact that the champions do not fear me.  I may not exploit it but trust me when I say that when I step into the ring with Necra, I am expecting some kind of violence that only someone that claims to be the goddess of the dead could bring.  Hell, I am looking forward to it.  I am ready to get down dirty and if need be, bloody in the fight for the tag titles.”

“Oooooo so you consider yourself hardcore do you?” asks Pussy with a look of surprise on her face.

“I am not afraid to get into a brawl if need be,” begins Vixen.  “I have been in worse fights, in more dangerous matches than even Necra could conceive of.  I have never back down from those fights and I will definitely not back down at Climax Control.  I am coming for the titles and there isn’t anything Necra or Amy will be able to do about it.  And that’s it, that’s all!”

As if to emphasize Vixen’s conviction, the final ding of the elevator is heard before the doors swoosh open and Vixen eits without a backwards glance at Pussy who is fuming at being left in the elevator without finishing the interview.

 Medically she was cleared.  Vixen knew though that after the past few weeks, she wasn’t in the best of condition and her reaction to losing her title hadn’t helped any.   She had gone to the doctor’s office, concerned by some pains in her chest that couldn’t be explained.  He had ordered a stress test that morning and now, Vixen was back in his office to get the results.

“Ms Lefebvre, you really shouldn’t be wrestling, not with your blood pressure this low,” said the doctor as Vixen sat on the examination table in the office.  “Since you came in with the questions you had and your blood pressure in such bad condition, I have been worried.  The tests we did were negative but still, I wouldn’t…”

“Doctor, I can’t not wrestle, this is too important for me at High Stakes,” Vixen states softly.  “I get a chance to get my title back.”  Vixen crosses her legs as she leans back on her hands.  “You will clear me to wrestle right?”

“As much as I would like to say no, there is nothing keeping you from competing in the match,” the doctor claims before closing the file on the desk.  “But once again Ms Lefebvre, I strongly suggest that you take the time to recover completely.”

Vixen gets off the table with a shake of her head.  “Doctor, nothing is going to stop me,” she vows as she moves towards her clothes, reaching into the bag beside them to pull out a bottle of Advil and opens it.  Shaking two pills onto her hand, she pops them into her mouth, swallowing them before taking a deep breath.  Returning back to the table, Vixen slowly begins to rub over her heart.

The doctor watches her concerned for a moment.  “Are you okay,” he says as Vixen nods slowly.  “Okay Ms Lefebvre I…”

The doctor stops talking as Vixen grabs at the table to steady herself.  Moving to her side, he is just in time to catch her as she slumps against it.  “That is it, let’s get you lying down.”  The doctor helps her onto the couch nearby before shouting out the door.   “Nurse, I want you to call 911 and get me an ambulance here NOW!”

Vixen struggles to get up, one hand moving to her head quickly, the other to her mouth as she fights the gagging reflex brought on by the vertigo.   The fight is a losing battle as her stomach rebels and forces her to her knees on the floor, head bent over the trash can nearby.  Finally, the gagging stops as Vixen moves to sit with her back against the desk.  The doctor is checking her out, listening to her heart as the nurse is placing sticky leads on her chest and attaching wires to them.  A soft beep commences as Vixen starts to breathe shallowly.  The doctor begins to pump up the blood pressure cuff he fights onto Vixen’s arm.  Slowly taking her blood pressure, the doctor calls out to his nurse who has finished her prep of Vixen.    

“Her blood pressure is 198 over 112…this isn’t good,” he says while checking the monitor where Vixen’s heart rate is shown.  Vixen’s head slams against the floor as she collapses with the last thing she hears being the doctor’s voice calling her name as the paramedics arrive…

 Home sweet home…or something like it

Finally back in the States, Vixen opens the hotel room door to her home away from home this week in Reno Nevada.  Dropping her carryon bag on the bed, she sets the rolling luggage upright and sighs softly.  Moving to the end of the bed where the light rests on the bedside table, she turns it on then flops on the bed to look up at the ceiling.  Another sigh escapes her as she reaches towards her bag that is emitting a soft ringtone song.  Pulling out her phone, she recognizes the number and reads the text on the phone.

Pushing the button to reply, Vixen begins to type her reply, talking out her reply as she goes.  “Betcha thought that owning a federation would be easy huh?”  Once she finishes, she tosses the phone onto the bed beside her.   Bored with being in the room, Vixen gets to her feet and grabs her bag and drags it towards herself.  Pulling out a wallet, she grabs some money and her room card and heads into the hallway.  

Making her way to the elevator, Vixen presses the call button to summon the car.  As she is waiting, she is approached by a tourist leaving their room.  He moves closer to her, the obvious recognition dawning on his face.  

“You’re Vixen aren’t you?  Man I am here for the wrestling thing and to meet you,” says the man as he puts a fake belt over his shoulder.  Vixen nods and smiles at him without making a comment.  The man nudges her as if he has known her a long time.  “Soooo…you ready for your match this week?”

Vixen turns and steps to the side away from the gentleman.  “Yeah, I think I have it covered.  I’ve been busy preparing for this match and I know that Carly will want to take my title away from me.  But will I let her is another matter.  I am not going to let her get her hands on it.”

The man laughs.  “It’s the Roulette championship Vixen,” he says slowly.  “You have no clue whatsoever of what kind of match you will be in for the title match.  So how do you prepare for that?”

The soft double ding of the elevator is heard that interrupts Vixen before she has a chance to say anything.  Stepping into the car, she is joined by the man who hmphs to prompt Vixen for her answer.  Looking up at the numbers as they start to flash as the elevator goes down.  “It’s true I have no real way to prepare for the match,” says Vixen.  “But I do know that there isn’t any match that I can’t prepare for.  It may be that I am taking my chances when I step in the ring but I can always fall back on my skills and training and will do what I need to do to keep this title.”

“And Spike Staggs?  What about him huh?” he asks.

“What about him?  He’s not in the match is he?  He has his own match to worry about,” says Vixen.  

“You know what I mean,” says the man.  “You guys seem to be pretty cozy and hell, after Misty did what she did, you might want to rethink being so close to him.”

Vixen shakes her head as the elevator doors swoosh open.  Leaving the car, Vixen turns to the man and smiling, she holds her arms out.  “I’m NXT and there isn’t anything that will take the Roulette championship from me and I am not worried about Spike either.  He and I are both in NXT and that means we look out for each other.”

“So you have any last words?” the man calls out to Vixen who turns back to head to the casino.

“Yeah, a message for Carly…Your luck has just run out.”

 Laying on the bed in the hotel room after the NXT night out, Vixen couldn’t help but groan as she tried to get comfortable.  With her body still trying to get accustomed to the jet lag she had been subjected to because she had been travelling nonstop, she wasn’t able to sleep.  Finally, she gave up even trying and got up to move towards her laptop bag.

“Guess if I am not going to get any sleep I might as well do something about my match this week here in Bangkok,” mutters the woman as she pulls out the small laptop and plugs it in.  Straightening the webcam to focus on her face, Vixen brushes back her hair and then presses play on the camera.

“Hey all, it’s me, your Foxy favourite, once again hitting the world wide web to talk about the one and only NXT and yours truly…ME.”

Vixen smirks as she leans back a bit before continuing.  “As most of you know, I am sitting pretty with a match coming up against Ms Evangelista and Azure in my sights as well which means that this little fox is racking up the airmiles and jet lagging like it is going out of style.  Week after week I am flying from New York to the Far East and enjoying every minute of it.  Because this is what I love to do, get in the ring and perform for you the fans.”

Vixen can be seen leaning forward and beginning to type something into the laptop.  “You know, I have sat here and talked to you about matches and gave you the 411 about what is going on with me and my journey in this crazy world known as wrestling but tonight, I thought I might do something different.  So I am going to my email and I am going to answer some of your questions,” she says as she clicks one finger onto the keyboard.  “We have this question from a fan called FoxyLove#1 who asks the following…’Vixen, you have a match against Miss Evangelista, what is your plan for the match and do you think she will be someone that could be a threat?’”

Vixen looks thoughtful for a second, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.  “Well you could say that Miss Evangelista could be a threat because any given day, there is the opportunity that she could pull out the win.  I mean people do get lucky sometimes.  But one night in Bangkok is not going to be her lucky night because I am coming to fight in that match and pin her one two three to the mat for the win.  I mean yeah sure, I have been nonstop flying and spreading myself thin or so people might think.  But I thrive on pressure and live for beating the odds.”  

She stabs at the mousepad for the next question which she reads out.  “Next question… ‘Are you really ready to go after the bombshell title if your stable mate is wearing it?’  The short answer is whoever is wearing the title has a big target on their back and of course I am going to be aiming for the belts in this federation and if that means that I will have to face Odette then so be it.  But first I have a chance to be the bombshell roulette champion after winning the match on the ship.  And when I get that shot, you can better believe I am going to make the most of it.  But for now, the focus is on my match of the week.”

Finally she looks down then rolls her eyes as she reads the final question.  “Oh my god, you saw Spike naked…” Vixen scoffs and coughs slightly with a nod, “yes, yes I did see him naked and saw more than I needed to.  But to get back to the question, ‘is there something going on with you and him or would I have a shot.’  This is from SpikeStaggs#1Fan and I have to say that Spike looks good in a belt and is a great champion.  Currently there is nothing between us unless you count being stable mates.  And before you go wondering if there ever will be, he has to be able to differentiate between flirting and motivating… ” she continues with a shrug then a laugh feeling a little uncomfortable still with the question.  “Seriously though, I want to thank the fans and leave you with one little comment.”

Vixen leans closer to the camera with a smile.  “This one night in Bangkok is not going to be a good night for Miss Evangelista.”

The feed is cut off as Vixen presses stop on the web cam.  As she does, finally she yawns ready for bed.  Not even putting away the laptop, Vixen yawns again before letting her eyes close as she falls asleep.