All good things must come to an end…isn’t that how it goes? I mean it has been interesting to see the resident vamp dominate the bombshell title picture since she captured it from Roxi Johnson. At the time I didn’t have the time or inclination to set my sights on that title considering that I was regularly defending the Bombshell tag titles with Misty.
At the last supercard though, I lost the titles which means I had time to think about just what I wanted to do in Sin City Wrestling. Of course I have already done what no other bombshell has done and that was being the grandslam champion of the bombshell division by winning every title. So I have nothing to prove there.
Others have been multiple champions with one belt or another but I think that once again, I am going to make myself unique by doing something only one person has done before. I am going to repeat the feat that put me in the record books.
I’m going to grandslam the bombshell titles again!
Scene: The first step…
They say that a voyage of a thousand miles begins with just one step. For Vixen, that first step was losing the tag titles.
After My Bloody Valentine, Vixen paced angrily backstage hours after the supercard. Still infuriated at the loss of the titles, she slams a fist through what looks like the glass of a firehose cabinet. Dispassionately looking at the hand and glove filled with shards of glass and blood, Vixen sighs then leans against the opposite wall only to slide down it. Letting her head fall forward, she pulls her knees up and rests her forehead against them. Shoulders shaking with silent sobs, Vixen tries shutting out the world.
That is where she was found by Misty who looks down at the woman that she had almost come to blows with earlier. Kneeling in front of Vixen, her boots cracking a piece of glass that is lying on the ground, Misty taps at the drawn up knees of Vixen and nods as the tear stained face of her partner comes into view. “They aren’t worth it you know,” she offers as she moves to sit beside Vixen.
“I know but it is just so damned frustrating,” replies Vixen with a sniffle as she uses her hand to push her hair out of her face. “I mean you and I have dominated the tag titles for the last couple of months and then this team of Emma and Joanne manage to take OUR belts like that…” Vixen snaps her fingers.
Misty nods slowly then looks at her partner. “I see it as a blessing in disguise if you ask me,” she offers with a smile. “It frees you up for chasing after a title that you deserve more.”
“What’s that, SCW Jobber Queen,” teases Vixen, a watery smile crossing her face.
“That might be a title you could go for,” answers Misty, playing along with the teasing. At the gasp from Vixen, Misty holds up her hands. “It’s not the title I was thinking of though. I always said that you were one of the toughest women I have had to face here in SCW. And to me that translates into the idea that maybe you need to go after the top titles in the bombshell division.”
Vixen scoffs at that idea, her hand waving in disbelief or non-confidence.
“I’m serious Vixen you are the only bombshell to have won every title in the division. No one else has done that,” says Misty. “I haven’t even done that. So I think that maybe what you need to do is focus on adding to the records you hold. Seriously take a look at who you would challenge in the federation.”
Vixen leans her head back against the wall as she ponders that idea. “I would love to challenge Gothika for her title. Hell, if I had my way, I would go after all the titles.”
Misty smiles as she recognizes the drive in her partner. “Why don’t you?”
Vixen turns her head as it remains leaning against the wall. “As if I could, I don’t think that Hot Stuff and Christian aren’t about to let me grand slam again.” Vixen runs her bloody hand though her hair. “But if I could…”
Misty gets to her feet and pats the shoulder of Vixen. “Think about it Vix. Who knows what could happen. I know that if you put your mind to it, they won’t stand a chance of stopping you.”
Leaving Vixen sitting at the wall, Misty walks away slowly. Before she disappears down the hallway, she turns and looks back at Vixen who appears to be contemplating what Misty had said, the positive nods of her head indicating that Misty’s ideas are taking root. A wide smile breaks across Misty’s face as she turns back to leave the building.
Vixen was now taking that one step in the right direction…now all she needed to do was make the bossmen realize that they needed to have her go for single titles again.
Scene: Give Vixen an inch, she was going to take everything…
Back home where Vixen can be found in the gym where Spike trains all of NXT, her hands bandaged and taped as she works out her frustrations on the heavybag. Deep grunts of exertion meld with the slap of tape on canvas. Dressed in workout clothes of tights and a tied NXT tee that is plastered to her form, Vixen forces herself further than she had gone before. This wasn’t going to be anything less than a ‘balls to the wall’ work out for her.
“Are you trying to kill that bag my love,” calls out a voice from the doorway where Spike is leaning against the frame. Vixen stops for a moment and shakes her head as Spike pushes himself up from the doorframe and advances towards his fiancée. Swiping at her sweaty face, Vixen holds it up to receive the slow kiss from Spike who slides his arms around the woman. “You look beat babe,” he adds as he pulls back slightly from the sweatiness.
“Nah, I am just enjoying the workout,” she replies as she moves to start throwing punches at the heavybag.
“Vixen, I know that you are not happy with the performance you had in the Blast from the Past match. Listen, I know that you think that you let Jamie down…”
Vixen holds up a hand to smile at Spike. “I am not angry at losing that match my love,” she replies as Spike grabs the heavybag, a nod of his head giving Vixen a prompt to return to punching the bag. “I realized something recently and I don’t think that the Blast from the Past tournament is going to fulfill what I am all about. See, if I was in that tournament, I would be focusing on the wrong thing.”
Spike thinks about that for a moment. “Come again?”
Vixen leans on the bag, bringing herself closer to Spike. “My focus isn’t on a mixed tag team tournament. I am focusing on the Bombshell titles.”
“You are going to try to get the tag titles back with Misty are you?” he offers only to be given a negative shake of Vixen’s head. “But babe, you have that rematch clause and you aren’t going to use it?”
“Maybe one day Spike,” Vixen responds as she moves towards a water bottle, tipping it up to suck some water into her mouth. “Right now, I am thinking that I have to talk to the higher ups about something that Misty suggested to me.” Spraying some of the water on her sweaty head, she shakes the now very damp curls out of her eyes. “She seems to think that maybe I should be focusing on the Bombshell title. I think she’s partially right.”
Spike nods slowly as if Vixen’s statement was completely logical. “Only partially right you say?” he says with a bit of doubt. “What is she partially right about?”
“She’s right that I should be looking at going after a singles title once more,” offers Vixen as she swings one final punch at the bag. “But she also pointed out that I am the only woman to grandslam the bombshell titles. So I took it into my head that maybe just maybe I need to do it again. Wouldn’t that be a record to hold hmmm? And you know, maybe I need to do it before someone actually thinks that it can’t be done.”
Spike looks at Vixen, his eyes gleaming with respect as Vixen leans forward again, planting a kiss on Spike’s lips before he has a chance to reply. Pulling back only slightly Vixen smiles as she softly speaks. “Looks like you are going to have to start coming with me for matches because the way I see it, the Bombshells of SCW are in for a fired up Vixen who is going to be kicking ass, taking names and showing no mercy whatsoever.”
“If that is the case,” Spike replies, “we are going to have to get you training harder.”
“If that is the case my love,” Vixen adds. “I am going to have to get me a title shot for either the Bombshell title or the Bombshell Roulette title.”
Vixen moves to the speed bag as Spike watches her. Beginning to throw punches, Vixen gets into a rhythm as Spike nods his head. His girl was going to go on a tear of the division if he had anything to say about it.
Scene: Opportunity knocking…Vixen’s got the answer.
The telephone rings near where Vixen is stirring a pot that is boiling slowly. From the scents in the kitchen, fiery tortellini meatball soup is cooking. Standing nearby is Connor and Devlin who are teasing Vixen with jokes about her cooking and the fact that she could actually boil water right.
“You guys really need to get a new routine,” she offers as she sips at the broth to make sure it isn’t too hot for Eden. “You both know I know how to cook. And that you are over here because you heard that I am making this soup. So if you want any, you better be nice to me.”
Connor nods as he inhales from a cigarette that is clutched in his fingers. Devlin pats him on the back as he leans forward, his two arms crossed over his chest. “So what is this I hear that you are getting a title shot on Climax Control?”
Vixen shoots him a glare. “Title shot, you have to be kiddin’. I am probably the last person that will be getting a title shot at anything. Even Connor here will get a title shot before me.”
“Ahhh not so Vixie me girl,” answers Connor with the slight irish accent softening the words. “I hear that you got yourself a shot against Gothika this week on CeeCee,” he adds as he tucks the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and reaches for his wallet. Pulling a piece of paper out of it, he tosses it towards Vixen. Opening it up, she looks down to see the card for the next Climax Control.
Spike walks into the kitchen as Vixen is reading the card. “Babe, that was booking for SCW. You have a match against Gothika for the Bombshell title this week,” he says as he comes up behind Vixen, his arms snaking around her waist.
Devlin and Connor roll their eyes and make gagging noises. “Get a room!” challenges Devlin.
“We have a whole house and you are just guests in it right now,” replies Spike with a wink. “But that could change really quick.”
“Not before dinner,” answers Connor. “Vixie’s making my favourite and there isn’t any way you are going to get me to leave without any.”
Spike begins to nuzzle along the neck of Vixen who just giggles as Connor groans loudly. “Oi!!”
“Connor, nothing you can do about it mate,” says Spike before kissing Vixen on the cheek and leaving the trio in the kitchen. Vixen hands back the card poster then spins to stir the soup.
“Aren’t you going to say anything Vix? Like maybe ‘sorry Connor, I was wrong’ or something like that,” teases Connor only to feel a slap against his chest that slightly drives the wind from him.
“I’m sorry Connor but I am never wrong,” says Vixen as Devlin hoots with laughter in the background. Putting a lid on the soup pot, Vixen moves towards what looks like a small handheld camera that she pulls up and opens the lens cap. Holding it out to Devlin and Connor, she smiles as she offers it to one of them. “Think one of you can video this for me so I can upload it after dinner?”
Devlin gets to his feet and holds out his hand for the camera. As he does, Vixen takes a quick minute to pull out the hair comb holding up her curls and shakes them out. Patting her hands against thedark NXT teeshirt, Vixen leaves traces of flour there. Finally ready, she motions at Devlin to begin filming her.
Vixen promo…
Vixen: It is hard to believe that I have been the only bombshell to win each title in the division and now here was another opportunity to for me to make my move to cement my legacy in SCW. I respect Gothika, she has held the title for longer than I care to mention. But she also has to remember one thing. She has been the champion for a very long time which means that she is probably convinced herself that there is no real challenge anymore in the Bombshells of the division anymore.
Vixen: That is where she is going to be proven wrong come Climax Control. I mean that there is going to be sharks in the water and…
Vixen inhales slowly then smiles.
Vixen: I can smell the blood from here. I know you know just what I am capable of and when push comes to shove, I will have no problem going right through you to regain the title that I have held before. I decided that since you have held this title so long, the championship needs new blood. And if you ask anyone, the new blood of my overwhelming desire to take charge of the division and guide it as the Bombshell champon.
Vixen: I am ready to sink my teeth into the challenge that you present Gothika. I know the whole vamp thing isn’t an act. And I know that you like to play a little sucky sucky when it comes to boy toys and potential opponents. Well, I want you to try your damned little tricks or you pathetic methods of trying to hold onto the title that so precariously hangs from your shoulder or waist. This is my vow to you Gothika…
Straightening slowly with sick smile beginning to cross her face, Vixen gets closer to the camera.
Vixen: At Climax Control Gothika, there will be blood sweat and tears in the match between the two of us. I am coming to work out some frustrations on what has been going down in SinCity Wrestling. I am coming ready to spill blood and it isn’t going to matter if it is mine or yours…your title will be coming with me at the end of the night.
Connor begins to catcall and whistle at Vixen who motions for Devlin to stop filming. Once he does, she escorts the pair to the doorway of the kitchen. “Try to behave yourself and don’t play with anything that doesn’t belong with you,” she threatens. “Dinner will be ready very soon.”
With that, Vixen turns back into the domestic goddess she was before the promo had needed to be cut as the scen fades out to black.
