A tag team is indicative of two people being so in sync that they work as one.  Tag teams have a level of trust that is for the newest teams in the SCW Bombshell tag tournament sadly do not have.  And the team that could, in all seriousness, finish the tournament as the new Bombshells tag champions, how do you get two women who really don’t see eye to eye to even be on the same page.

*****Scene : The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend*****

Vixen can be seen pacing along a hallway, her eyes on the floor and her mouth moving as if talking to herself.  The cameraman nearby films her pacing a slight cough coming to his lips as Vixen lets one hand slam into the other.  

“Vixen,” he says to the woman pacing.  “You gonna give me my soundbyte or what?  I mean the match is coming up soon and from what I have seen, you really haven’t said anything about the match this week and the fact that you and Misty are teaming up together to take part in the tag tournament.  Don’ tyou think the fans deserve to know what is going on with you.”

Vixen gives the cameraman a look then slowly smiles at him.  “You know what...you are right, no one knows what I feel about this teaming and I believe that I need to get that out there.”  

She stops her pacing but still seems to be in motion.  “Have you ever heard the saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend?  Well truer words could not be said when it comes to this match this week.  I mean honestly, we have myself and Misty...two women that couldn’t get along if you put us in a room and the only way to get out was to work together.  Now Christian Underwood feels like we have to be partners rather than have Misty and I at each other’s throats.  That is something I don’t understand.  I mean I could have seen me teaming with Kittie or Finesse against Misty but no, I have to team with her and expect her to be there when I hold out my hand for a tag...it isn’t fair I tell you...”

The cameraman scratches at a slight scab on his face.  “Yeah but Vixen, teaming with the champ will be a good thing, you won’t have to worry about being good because Misty could carry anyone in this match.  So you think that you got it wrapped up?”

Vixen can’t believe what she is hearing as she shoots a look at the cameraman then snorts with disgust.  “You riding that bandwagon huh?” she wonders outloud.  “Hey don’t get me wrong, I would love to be wearing the tag belts but I don’t think I am going to worry about the fact that I am basically in the middle of a triple threat handicap match.  Sure, Misty and I aren’t on the same page but I will do my best to win the match and if she thinks to take any of the credit, then she’s got another thing coming.”

Vixen gives the cameraman a slow, icy smile that for the most part spells out some really bad intentions for Misty in the match.  “Kittie has probably got a real good reason for wanting to kick Misty’s ass and I know that Finesse probably wants to be the tough girl to wear the belt but when it comes to this match, no one wants it more than I do.  So that means I have to trust Misty.  As much as I don’t think I can, that is how much more I have to work harder to get past the mistrust of my partner.  And trust me I will.”
With that, Vixen turns and walks away, mumbling to herself quietly.

 Scene One: Exercising her Freedom of Speech

The sound of the Clash’s London Calling can be heard faintly from behind a door with the word “gym” on it.  The camera man moves closer to the door and pushes against it, opening it and making the volume rise.  Panning the gym, the cameraman finally sees who he is here to film and makes a beeline towards a mirrored section of the gym where Vixen can be seen stretching out.  Slightly damp from her cardio work, Vixen glows as she moves toward a treadmill, stepping onto the belt and beginning to jog along, a slight beeping indicating the machine speeding up at her touch.

“Vixen, could you talk to me about what is going to be happening at London Brawling,” asks the cameraman as he points the camera at the woman who is jogging and watching him with a bit of a smirk.  

“Sure, I can let you know what is going to happen but better yet, why don’t I show you?”  offers Vixen who continues to jog, her hand reaching forward to speed up the treadmill.  “You see me here training for this match when I could be out there, relaxing and spending my off time at my home in Canada but no, here I am.  It is called dedication.”

“But Vixen, why are you worried about dedication,” he replies.  “You have a title match at London Brawling against Raynin and Misty.  I can see wanting to prepare but why are you talking about dedication?”

Vixen just spares him a look for a moment then takes as deep a breath as she can before looking at the man.  “I talk about dedication because that is how I see this career of mine and the federation who is giving me this opportunity.  I mean I could be sitting here, a woman that is technically a rookie in Sin City Wrestling but instead, in my very first supercard, I am popping my SCW supercard cherry in a title match against arguably the top two women in the federation.  So I want management to see that I am dedicated to proving that their faith in me isn’t misplaced, that I am worthy of this title shot they are giving me.”

A final ding can be heard as the treadmill slows finally.  Vixen steps off of the machine and moves to grab a bottle of water, sipping at it as she makes her way towards a leg press machine.  In the background, the music changes from The Clash to Def Leppard.  The cameraman looks to the side where he sees an open laptop with the media player open and a long list of songs on it.  Focusing back on Vixen, he motions at her.  “Nice choice of music.  Never would have thought someone like you would be into classical music.”

Vixen can’t help but laugh at that.  “What you think I am too young to enjoy this kind of music?  I am so not a Britney or Christina fan.  Give me good old rock any day.  But where were we?” Vixen asks, one finger tapping against her lips.  “Oh yes, dedication. “

The cameraman nods, the camera moving with him.  “Yeah, so you are dedicated.   What is that going to do when you face Raynin and Misty.  I mean these women are pretty much the bread and butter of the bombshell division.  What makes you think you should be in  the ring with them especially fighting for Raynin’s title?”

“Like I said, I’m dedicated.  That and I have earned the right to be in that match.  I mean I am undefeated so far.  No other woman in this federation can make that claim.   And I don’t know if you have noticed or not but I have made quite an impression on Misty at least.”
Vixen’s laugh at that comment is infectious as the cameraman can’t help but guffaw in unison.  “You can say that again.  I mean that woman was HOT at you last week after her and Electra tried to do to you what they did to those three other bombshells.  Do you think that maybe doing that just painted the biggest target on your back in this match?  Misty is probably going to be looking for some payback.  Does that worry you?”

Vixen thinks for only a moment before shaking her head negatively.  “I think I am going to be able to handle Misty and her misguided sense of wrong.  All I did was introduce myself to her and give her a taste of what is going to happen in this match at London Brawling.  She might think that I am some uppity rookie and she is the big champion with the cruiserweight title around her waist.  That is great...she is the cruiserweight champion, big deal.  So, I should be worried?  I don’t think so.  I mean come on, I am a champion too and that means I am just as dangerous and just as able to win the title here in London.”

“I am just saying Vixen, Misty’s gonna be gunning for you.  And Raynin isn’t going to want to lose her title either.  So how will you handle the threat of the champion herself?” he asks.

Vixen says nothing as the leg press machine slams to a stop.  Vixen turns on the seat and looks right into the lens.  “Raynin isn’t a threat.  Yes she is tough but I don’t consider her a threat at all.  I mean she isn’t going to want to lose her title but there isn’t anything she is going to be able to do when I step in that ring.  I have visualized the win and now all I have to do is step into the ring and bring that vision to life.”

“Great, you have a vision,” he mutters as he adjusts the camera to zoom in slightly.  “Raynin probably has a vision too.  After all, if it wasn’t for Misty interfering in your tag match, Raynin had your number.  So maybe this having Misty in the match just might help you.  If you want my advice, I would let those two go at it and then pick the carcass of which ever bombshell survives.”

Vixen shakes her head as she stands up and moves towards the cameraman.  “Great advice but I don’t think that they are going to let me go that easily.  I mean come on, both Misty and Raynin have it out for me because they see me as the threat in this match.  Sad thing for them is that it is true that I am the threat.  Actually, I am more than a threat, I am a promise that will be fulfilled when I step in the ring as a challenger for the Bombshell title and step out the titleholder.”

With that comment, Vixen moves towards the locker rooms and is about to push at the door of the women’s locker room when she stops and turns to look back at the camera.  “Don’t go away, I have something I want to say to Raynin and Misty but I want to take some time to prepare for it.”  Vixen blows a kiss at the camera then turns back to go into the locker room leaving the cameraman to wait.

Scene two:  Speaking out and sending a warning

The cameraman is sitting on a bench in the gym waiting for Vixen who had asked him to remain.  The gym is emptying as finally Vixen steps out of the locker room dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, black tank top and a slashed Vixen tee.  With her hair framing her face, she smiles at the cameraman and motions him to follow her.  Grabbing his gear, he follows her towards the boxing ring that is in the gym.  
As they walk, the lights in the gym begin to go out until the only thing lit is the ring.  Vixen reaches it and turns, resting her elbows on the apron as she nods at the cameraman who shoulders the camera once again.

“Misty and Raynin, I want you two to know that here in London when the three of us step in the ring, there is going to be only one that will step out the Bombshell champion.” Vixen says with a smile.  “I am talking about a match that will see the three of us chasing one title and the best woman will win it.  I just want you to know that I will be the one stepping out of the ring with that title.  Not to be cocky but I am not going to let this opportunity escape me.”

Vixen straightens and then lightly hops to sit on the apron of the ring.
“I know what you are probably thinking,” she continues.  “You are probably out to say that I am in no way, shape or form going to walk out the champion.  I beg to differ with you but there are three reasons that I can say with confidence that is going to be seeing me the new Bombshells champion.  The first is that I have the drive to win this match.  I strive for excellence every time I get into the ring and especially when there is a title on the line, I step up my game.  So no matter what offence you try, I am one step ahead of it and prepared.”

Vixen had put up one finger and then raises another as she continues.
“Secondly, I know what it takes to be a champion and that is just what I am willing to do to win the Bombshells championship.  In that ring I am going to be the biggest threat and I won’t be stopping until the title is mine.  And thirdly, simply put, I want that title.  And I will be taking it plain and simple.  And Raynin and Misty, I will be doing it by putting out your lights.”

After saying that, Vixen hops back down to the floor as the last lights turn off in the gym.  By the pale light of the emergency exit, Vixen can be seen smiling.  “How’s that for coincidence,” Vixen offers as she puts her hands in her pockets and heads toward the doors as the scene fades out.

 On route to Amsterdam, I hadn’t really been thinking of what or how I was going to be doing.  Basically if you had asked me, all I could have said was it involved a wrestling ring and another member of the bombshell division.

Checking my laptop once more, I slowly sip at the cup of coffee in the small little internet cafe that I had found near the hotel.  Wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and an Ottawa Senators (Go Sens) jersey, I run my hand through my hair, pulling it back off my face.   I can only shake my head at the comments I have found on my twitter account.  “Jackhammer’s been busy since RMP closed its doors,” I comment to no one in particular.  Reaching over with my left hand, I tap the enter key then swipe my finger over the mouse pad and click.

“Let’s go see what we need to see about this week,” I mutter as I pull up my email and press login.  Looking over the many emails I have, I sigh as I click on the spam and send it where all good spam emails go...directly to file 19.  Once that is cleaned out, I begin to read the fan mail that managed to get to my inbox.  

Email 1 from foxyfan1
Hey Vixen, been watching you a lot in NYDW, way to go champ.  Now I see ya in SCW.  WTF OMG...taking over NEWA?

Good luck by the way on your match in Amsterdam.  Don’t be laying on any tables like I am sure Veronica Taylor will be doing.

Your biggest fan,

Chuckling to myself, I turn to the person sitting beside me, a friend from my military days.  He looks up at my slight cough.  “Whatcha want Vix?” he asks.  

I motion to the laptop screen and raise one eyebrow.  “What is this fan implying about laying on tables?” I ask with a concerned look on my face.  He reads the email then laughs before leaning towards me.  “Here in Amsterdam...the sex is pretty free and wild if you ask me.  I heard it said that if a woman lays down on a table, she ummm,” he begins before embarrassment stops him.  He reaches over and types in something on Google and then turns the laptop back to me.  I glance over the comments then blush wildly at the comments I see there.

“Oh my god...really?  The whole club would get a shot at her?” I mumble.  “Sounds like something Veronica might do but definitely not me,” I add, pulling my foot up to rest my elbow on my knee and leaning as far as I can away from the table.  I tap at the mouse pad and change the email once more.

Email 2 from Mr.E_Fedhead
I know this can’t be the real Vixen so I wanted to send an invite to join our efed online and play out your fantasy of being Vixen.  Click the following link to check out the best fed on the Net.
But if you are Vixen...could I have you autograph this attached image for me?

I click on the link and wait as it opens.  My mouth drops open in surprise as the image of a guy’s junk in a pair of silvery blue speedolike briefs appears with background music of LMFAO’s Sexy and I know it.”  Suddenly the “wiggle wiggle” line is heard and the image begins to jiggle which only makes me laugh, falling slightly out of my chair as my buddy hides his head.

“You have some real jerks as fans Vix,” he offers as he shuts down the image.  “So tell me what you got planned for your match this week.  I don’t think sitting in here,” he says with a glance around the cafe, “is going to prepare you for Veronica Taylor.  She is undefeated you know.”

I look at my friend and nod.  “Like that is something I am taking into consideration.  I mean sure, she is undefeated but you know what.  That just means that when I beat her in this match, there is going to be one person in that ring that is undefeated and another that is Veronica Taylor.  I am going to be proving once and for all that I am here to stay and am going to make my mark on SCW.”  With that comment, I slide my foot down and stand.  Turning to the counter, I put the cup on the table and in broken dutch ask for another.  Walking back to my friend I sit once more.

“Listen, as much as I know you are going to start in on me about how I have to get ready for the match,” I say, one hand on the arm of my friend, “You have to know if I get too overprepared I am going to win the match...for Veronica.  I can’t get too involved in second guessing myself, because that is going to play right into the strengths of Veronica.  I mean I could sit here, strategize and plan and get into that ring with some kind of strategy that for the most part is not going to be natural for me to follow.  I am an impulse kind of girl with a berserker rage thing that could happen.”

My friend huffs at that statement.  “You not plan is like me cheating on Roxie,  not ever going to happen,” he jokes.  “Sooo...whatcha got planned?”

Leaning towards my friend, I smile slowly as I pull up the blog site listed in my favourites.  “You are just going to have to figure that out yourself or tune in and watch.  Now I have some writing to do...”

Dismissing him, I begin to write my blog for the week.

Hello my Foxy darlings,

Here I am in Europe and getting ready to face Veronica Taylor in what is only my second match here in SCW.  Second match and second win which will be nice.  I was taking a real hit in RMP then NYDW’s competition wasn’t giving me the challenge that I craved.  So I signed with Sin City Wrestling and I am not looking back.


Guess I should let you know that coming up very soon, yours truly will be definitely making my presence felt.  Considering that I am the rookie in this federation I don’t think it is a good thing to step up and put my challenge out to the champion without working my way up the ranks.  I know that I would have issue with it so I am not going to tell the Bombshell champion that she is in my crosshairs (Although she is of course)  One step at a time and this week’s step is Veronica Taylor.  

I apologize now Veronica because I know that come Climax Control, there is going to be no quarter given in that ring and what that means for you is that I am going to show you no mercy as I begin my climb towards challenging for the Bombshells title.

First things first...Veronica Taylor and my second win in SCW...and it is all going down at the University of Amsterdam this Sunday.

Xoxo
Vixen