[~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]
Handlers Name:  Annie
Any Messengers:  
Years Active:  12 years

[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]
You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a Tag Team application***



[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]

Picture Base (Name Only, real picture bases no cartoons. Check Taken Pic Bases List):  Velvet Skye/Talia Madison
Wrestlers Twitter: @Vixenkit
Wrestlers Name:   Vixen Staggs
Nickname(s):  
Age:
Height:  5’6”
Weight:  132lbs
Hometown:  Ottawa Ontario Canada
Personality:  Outside of the ring, friendly and nice, inside the ring, all business
Strengths:  Focused, military precision
Weaknesses:  spots of softheartedness for family, methodical
Gimmick If Any:  former military
Alignment:   Heel

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Entrance Theme Music (Check Taken Theme Song List):  Jokes on You by Charlotte Lawrence
Entrance Description (Mandatory for bookings):
The haunting opening notes of Joke’s on You begin to fill the venue as the lights lower to a crimson light that plays over the ramp where Vixen Staggs can be seen standing at the entrance dressed in dark tights and crimson halter under a studded black leather jacket.  Walking to the beat, her lips smirking slightly as she avoids the reach of the crowd until she reaches ringside.  Stopping at the side of the ring, she reaches up and pulls herself onto the apron and turns to offer a cocky salute to the fans before sliding between the ropes.

Liam:  Introducing from Ottawa Ontario, she is the current World Nightmare Champion Vixen STAGGS! @@

Vixen climbs the turnbuckle to slowly peel off the leather jacket and hang it from the ringpost.  She turns and relaxes on the top turnbuckle as she waits for the bell.

[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*
-Powerhouse (Known for being able to take a beating as much as dishing one out)

Signature Moves
1.)  Kudo Driver / “Fall from Grace”
2.)  double underhook faceplant
3.)  lifting reverse STO / Lights out


Finishing Move
1.)    Surrender or Die (Rhea Ripley’s Nightmare Lock)
2.)    The Joke’s on You (Sonia Deville’s Hellavator)



[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice:  Kendo Stick
Match Of Choice:  Anything involving Barbed Wire

[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]
Superstar Bio:
Vixen was a foster kid bounced around from home to home, problem child that got involved in petty crime. Was picked up by police and when she went in front of the judge, he gave her an option, army or jail. She took army which straightened her out. Now she is an upright and honourable woman with some skills in lockpicking and break and enters.

Vixen bounced around the wrestling world and joined SCW in 2012.  She rose through the ranks to win titles.  It was also in SCW that Vixen met her now husband Spike Staggs.  The pair were married and became parents of twins.  

Vixen recently made a return to wrestling under the Crimson mask for G.R.I.M.E. and won the World Nightmare championship at Blaze of Glory and unmasked to the surprise of everyone including her husband.  

Past Accomplishments:
First Double champion (Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette titles) (SCW)
First ever Bombshell Triple Crown champion (SCW)
Bombshell title (SCW) x 3
Bombshell Roulette title (SCW) x 2
Bombshell Tag title/with Misty (SCW)
Women's champion (ACW)
Rocky Mountain Tag champion (RMP)
World Heavyweight champion (RMP)
SIW Women’s title (SIW)
SIW Lightweight title (SIW)
SIW Unified Lightweight title (SIW)
NWA Divinity title (NYDW)

[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]
***Be sure to fill out an NPC/Manager application as well***
Manager's Name:
Manager's Pic Base (Check Taken Pic Bases List):

 Music plays loudly in the bar as the camera moves through the dancers and crowd to finally stop in front of Connor Murphy who smiles as he toasts the camera.

“Welcome to the very first interview for Connor Murphy…the new Connor Murphy.  I mean that I have finally realized something that I want everyone in Sin City Wrestling to understand.  I am not going to be the same Connor that is content to be part of a team,” says the man as he then slams the shot down before placing the now empty glass on the bar.

“I am here to say that now that I am booked for this week with Steve as a partner, I only have this to offer,” he says as he motions for another drink.  â€œI am going to lay out the challenge now.  I am going to put my name out there where I want to be and that is going for the roulette title.  Seems that I have a title shot that I had earned way back before I took my little sabbatical and now that they are having a tournament to crown a new champion, I think that maybe it is time that I stand on my own two feet and take my place in the tournament.”

A girl wanders up to Connor and sits on his lap with a smile.  She leans and whispers into his ear which makes his lips curl in a teasing smirk.  With a nod, he helps the girl up and gives her a pat on the ass to send her on her way as he leans forward.

“I want Steve to know that this week when we face ROAR once more, I am going to have his back and I am going to be the one that he can trust to take my part in this match seriously.  But make no mistake, I am ready to beat the proof into the fact that I want to rise in the ranks here in SCW into ROAR.  And I will for sure. “

As he says that, the girl comes back and grabs him by the hand to pull him towards the dance floor.  The camera watches him go with only a smirk to apologize.

 Perfection...Her wedding day had been perfect, exactly how her match was going to be at Climax Control in the Bombshell Clash of Champions when she and rival Necra face her teammate Jessie and her partner Amy Marshall.   Vixen had thrown herself into the whirlwind that was the Bombshell division with abandon and resolved to never again let anything stop her in the ring regardless of who she faced or the stipulation of the match.

She hadn’t thought twice about marrying Spike when he proposed to her at the Into the Void supercard.  She wasn’t going to be thinking twice about continuing her win streak this week...

Flashback...

The sunlight filtered through the leaves outside of the window as a woman in a towel stood looking into the mirror of a vanity, twisting right and left to make sure that her skin no longer held any marks from the barbed wire match.  Vixen smiled into the mirror as she sits down to run a comb through her wet hair.  A soft tuneless hum can be heard coming from her as she leans forward, her chin resting on her hands, daydreaming until the small whirlwind that was Eden Staggs breezed into the room.

“Mommie Vixen,” she squealed with excitement, her hair in curlers as she rushes up to Vixen, throwing herself into Vixen’s arms.   “Today you and Daddy are getting married and I get to be the maid of hummer!”

The child’s slip only gained her a hug from Vixen.  â€œI think you mean maid of honour petite,” replies the bride with another hug.

“Yeah that too,” answers Eden.  With the complete focus of a six year old, Eden quickly changes the subject.  â€œMommy says my dress is amazing.”

“It definitely is Eden,” says a voice from the doorway.  Walking in the room, Misty is smiling in a dress and slicked back hair.  Eden smiles as she jumps from Vixen’s lap to hug her mother.  Misty hugs her back then gently nudges her towards the door.  â€œWhy don’t you go and see Daddy while Mommie Vixen and I have a little chat.”

“You aren’t going to tell her to kick Daddy in the nads like you did are you?” asks Eden suspiciously, her eyes narrowing slightly.  Vixen fights to keep a straight face as Misty rolls her eyes.

“No I am not doing that!” exclaims Misty as she pushes Eden out the door.

“Ok, then I will let Daddy know,” calls Eden as Misty shuts the door.

“She is really worried that I might do the same to Spike that you did at your wedding,” says Vixen, her laughter bubbling up.  Turning to look in the mirror once more, she takes a brush to her now faintly damp hair.  â€œBut I want to thank you for coming on such short notice.  I know that if you really look at it, you are the closest thing to a best friend in the bombshell division that I have.  And after today we will share being mommie to Eden.”

“I want to say that Spike is a really lucky man,” offers Misty as she sits on the nearby bed.  â€œI also want to say that this whole Mean Girl thing…I can handle it alone.”

“Oh no you don’t Misty.  You have back up in me and the others and I don’t want you to forget that,” says Vixen.  â€œAfter all, Delia is my number one contender and between the two of us, our lives are going to revolve around dealing with the numbers game of them versus us.  Who knows, maybe just maybe we can get rid of them once and for all.”

Misty shares a smile with the reflection of Vixen as she nods slowly.

“We are in this together Misty,” says Vixen.  â€œTeaming once again only this time it won’t be for the belts, it will be for the Bombshell division’s salvation.”

“I’m not going to argue with you there,” replies Misty.  â€œBut that is for another day, now it is time to get you ready to marry Spike.  Then you face the first of our mean girls challenges…”


Vixen had gone on to defeat Mercedes to retain her title and now this week, she would be in the main event teaming with the other single title holder Necra to face her friend and teammate Jessie Salco with Amy Marshall, her partner who shared the Bombshell tag titles.



Let the Games begin…

Vixen stands quietly in front of what looks like a full body scanner.  Dressed for wrestling with the Bombshell title held at her waist she is letting a computer technician scan her.  On the wall behind her is the background art for the latest version of Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control video game.

“That’s great Vixen now don’t move,” calls out the technician as a whir is heard and light beams dance over her frame.  â€œOkay now we need you to put the title over your shoulder.”

Vixen lays her title over her shoulder and prepares to pose with it when Scott Oliver comes charging in, wildeyed looking for Vixen.  Spying her, he rushes towards her, grasping at her shoulders in desperation.

“Tell me you didn’t do it,” he says out of breath.  â€œTell me that twitter is just spoofing your account!”

Vixen looks concerned as she holds up her hand, a golden band flashing on her left hand.  â€œScott relax, what are you talking about?”


“Oh em gee...it’s TRUE!” wails Scott as his head falls back.  â€œDamn yous...DAMN YOUS to hell!”

Vixen can’t hold back her laughter at his melodramatics.  She leads him to sit down and rubs his shoulders.  â€œYes Scott, I married Spike.  I don’t know why you would think I wouldn’t.”

“But I had such high hopes that I would still have a chance,” Scott moaned.  

“I’m sorry Scott,” she replies.  â€œBut you didn’t just come to see me about marrying Spike did you?”

“No, I am actually here to talk to you about the clash of the champions this week on Climax Control.  Seeing as you are the Bombshell champion and you have to team with the woman you beat for the roulette title to face your teammate Jessie and her new team mate Amy,” begins Scott as he slumps in the seat.  â€œAre you really going to be able to work together with Necra do you think?”

Vixen ponders that for a moment before replying slowly.

“I’m going to have to work with her if I want to win the match.  I can only hope that she realizes that between the two of us will be a truce for the match and then when all is said and done, I trust her only so far.  I guess you could say that I will be watching my back when it comes to Necra because really, this title I hold is her only step to becoming a Triple Crown winner,” muses Vixen as she leans back.  â€œDon’t get me wrong Scott, she is a tough competitor but still, I don’t know, there is something in my gut telling me to be careful.”

Scott nods as if Vixen has revealed the secrets of the cosmos.  â€œAnd what about the fact you are facing your teammate Jessie?”

“That is going to be tough too considering that Spike has helped both of us in the ring and we have teamed successfully before.  But I am going to have to see her not as a sparring partner but as an actual opponent out to score the pinfall over me if she can.  I have to be ready to counter whatever she brings to this match if I want to be victorious.  That is the case with Jessie,” says Vixen.  â€œShe could get the pin from anywhere and is one of the most capable women in the ring.  When it comes to facing Necra she does have a bit of a problem and facing me, well, I am not going to be her sparring partner this time, I am going to be the Bombshell Champion and that means being the best.”
“And Amy, what about her huh?  Have you even faced her before?” asks Scott.

“I think I have very early in my career here in Sin City wrestling but I haven’t faced her all that recently,” answers Vixen.  â€œAnd I don’t know if she is ready to face me since I have done what I set out to do and only got better with age,” she jokes with a nudge against Scott’s shoulder, hoping to make him smile.

Offering Vixen a scoffing grimace, Scott straightens up and fixes his shirt.  â€œWell Vixen, I guess you are ready for anything and don’t need to be saying anything else huh?”

“Oh Scott, there is so much to say and do at Climax Control.  I have to face Jessie and Amy, two women I know are strong competitors and people that I see helping me and Misty rid the federation of the Mean Girls.  But this week, they are the ones that will have to be beaten.  I also see Necra as somewhat of a mystery but I have to try to trust her enough to work with her as my partner,” offers Vixen as she gets to her feet and moves back towards the backdrop.  â€œI know one thing for sure and that is nothing is for sure in that bombshell champions clash on Climax Control.”

With that, Vixen once again picks up her belt and lays it over her shoulder to step in front of the imaging camera as Scott gives a long drawn out sigh then moves off as the camera begins to whirl once more.

 Journal Entry

I find it really funny that my life now is reflecting my past.  If it wasn’t such a coincidence I wouldn’t be so upset by it all.  

Take for instance the fact that back in high school I was dating this guy that everyone wanted to be friends with, captain of the junior football squad, a leader that commanded respect and helped everyone.    Girls were always surrounding him and I was sure that he would be faithful.  But testing that theory proved to be my undoing.   I wasn’t so unfortunate that other guys would ignore me.  So I started to make friends with some of them and that was when ‘my guy’ cut the ties and dropped me like I had the plague.

Let’s fast forward to the present shall we?  

Part of me knows that I need to trust Spike and I know he loves me but this seems too familiar of a situation what with Amy and Electra getting close to him.  And here I go again, trying to gain someone’s attention by giving my attention to someone else.  Will this lead to heartbreak or will it prove that all my fears are groundless.

The hypothesis is that Spike will see that I need him...I hope...



Vixen is seen standing in the middle of a room, a slight breeze making the dust motes dance in the sunlight streaming from a high window.  Slick with sweat, she rolls her neck as the music begins to play.  In one hand is a kendo stick, held in a samurai pose as Vixen’s eyes close slowly and her breathing gets shallow.  Sliding one foot out to the side Vixen sweeps the kendo stick into a guard position low left then a high block of some imaginary opponent’s downward stroke.  As she moves and blocks her imaginary opponent, she begins to talk to herself as the dance of swordplay takes her closer to the equipment in the room.

“Title match against Electra Styles,” she begins as she parries with the kendo stick.  “The woman that joined NXT after winning the title that Roxi took from me.  Invited by Spike...”  

Jealousy fuels the hard strike of the kendo against the canvas of the heavybag that is hanging there.  The crack of the bamboo breaks her concentration for a moment before she pulls back and with a brittle laugh settles herself into a calming pose, the kendo stick resting lightly against the floor.  Moving to the middle of the floor once more, Vixen strikes an en guard pose and closes her eyes.

Watching from the sidelines, JJ Dixon grins as he tugs at his tie then grabs another kendo and rushes towards the woman.  “En guard beautiful,” he taunts which makes Vixen’s eyes open in surprise.  Tapping his kendo against hers, he strikes what he figures to be a valiant musketeer pose, his kendo stick like a rapier in front of him.

“Do you really want to do this JJ?” questions Vixen as she tilts her head to the side.  “I mean who knows if Spike is watching and just what he might do.  The pair of you aren’t exactly friends you know.”

JJ chuckles with a nod.  “You are right about that Vix...I can call you Vix right?” he ponders before continuing.  “Well, just because Spike Staggs and I don’t get along doesn’t mean that you and I can’t be friendly considering that you are the only real Bombshell champion in my eyes.”

“In case you didn’t notice JJ, I am no longer the champion,” replies Vixen as she turns her back to JJ and moves to put her kendo stick on a bench in front of a mirror.  Looking at JJ in it, Vixen smiles somewhat sadly.  

“That is only until Climax Control my dear,” he offers as he shoulders his kendo.  “Then you will be a double champion again.”

“I have to beat Electra Styles to win one title JJ.  I would not be a double champion since I handed over the Roulette title that Emma now wears.  Besides, Electra is a teammate in NXT and she’s got Spike’s attention right now...” Vixen’s voice trails off as JJ moves closer.

“How dare he,” suggests Dixon as he puts an arm over the shoulders of Vixen as she looks at the two of them in the mirror.  “You were a triple champion and what did he do?  Where is his support of you my dear?”

Vixen shakes her head.  “Ha...triple champion?  I have triple crowned the three bombshell titles but I have never been a triple champion.”

“You still are MY champion Vixen,” JJ says as he moves his hand to caress the midsection of Vixen.  “You are the ACW Women’s champion remember.  You have never lost that title or forfeited it.”

“That’s right,” Vixen agrees slowly.  “I am still the ACW Women’s champion.”

Dixon smiles at Vixen in their reflection.  “And as of Climax Control, you will step in the ring with Electra Styles who has Spike’s attention and what will you do?  What will Spike do and who will Spike be cheering on in that ring, you his fiancé or his new protégé.  I know who I would be cheering for.”

Vixen’s eyes narrow slightly as she wipes at a bead of sweat that rolls down her temple before commenting angrily, “I am going to win back the SCW Bombshell title.  I am going to prove that I am the best bombshell in the division.  Hell I am probably one of the best wrestlers on the roster male or female.  I have done things that none of the other Bombshells have ever done.”

“Exactly Vixen my dear,” agrees JJ smoothly.  “You have done it all.  How many bombshells can claim to have been a federation’s Heavyweight champion and put the face of the company out of action for more than a year?  How many bombshells can claim to be as hardcore as you are?”

“Misty comes close,” murmurs Vixen.  “But she hasn’t done half the stuff I have.  But she is the only one that I can really trust in NXT...that is a bombshell anyway.  And with Electra, it is going to have to be one hell of a fight between the two of us.  If she has impressed Spike that much that he has asked her to join NXT...”

“It seems that you are being overlooked in NXT dear,” Dixon offers, “whereas I have my focus directly on the woman that holds MY championship belt.”  Dixon looks in the mirror as he tosses the kendo to the side, ignoring the skittering it does until it rests against the foot of an unseen Spike Staggs.  

Vixen herself picks up her kendo once more.  “Listen JJ, thanks for the pep talk, I do appreciate it.  And I really shouldn’t try to figure out Spike’s thought processes for this match.  I just need to focus on the match itself and not even think of what Spike would be thinking.”

JJ smiles as he holds out a hand to Vixen who clasps it only to be drawn into an embrace.  “Next time you need someone to focus on you instead of your competitors, look me up.  I will at least keep you in my sights.”

Hearing that sends Spike charging towards the pair, the now raised kendo ready to take JJ’s head off.  Vixen manages to push Dixon out of the way and bring her own weapon up to block the blow.  “Spike, stop it!” she exclaims as she forces his kendo to the side.

JJ Dixon smirks as he realizes that Vixen just saved him some real pain.  “Yeah, Spikie...you should listen to MY champ.  You know you wouldn’t want her to see me kick your ass,” he taunts as he walks backwards towards the door.  “Vix, remember about what we talked about before we were so violently interrupted.”

Spike glares, his focus on JJ Dixon until he leaves the room then he turns to Vixen who has once again struck a defensive pose with her kendo stick.  “What the hell is he talking about my love?” demands Spike with narrowed eyes.

Vixen sighs then straightens.  “He was just being a friend Spike, leave it alone okay?” she says before walking away.  

Spike’s eyes fall to the kendo in his hand then back at Vixen, before he follows her slowly.  “He’s slimy as hell and you tell me to leave it alone?  Not on your life Vixen,” he offers.  “Guys like him tend to leave wreakage wherever they go and I am not going to stand here only to find out he is trying to get to me through you.”

“Once again this is all about Spike Staggs isn’t it.  What Spike needs or how Spike thinks.  What, are you doubting my loyalty my love?  That’s rich coming from the man that spends time with his...” Vixen raises her hands and makes the ‘air quote’ motion to emphasize her next comment, “friends and teammates rather than his fiance.   I don’t want to fight about it Spike.  JJ was just helping me realize some things, that is all.”

“What was he helping you realize?  Did he tell you that you needed to come to him when you needed someone to stroke your ego?” demands Spike angrily, a forced laugh escaping him as Vixen flushes when Spike is too close to exactly what Dixon had done.  “That son of a bi...”

Vixen raises her kendo stick and points it directly at Spike.  “Listen my love, I am a big girl and I can choose my own friends just like you have.  And if said friends need or want my help, you know, to get a day out or something...” It is Spike’s turn to shuffle uncomfortably as Vixen continues “I am going to be giving them the same attention they give me.”

“You have a title match to get ready for Vixen and you don’t have time to be letting someone like JJ Dixon taking your mind off the goal.  Either way the title stays with NXT so that isn’t a problem,” says Spike as he runs a hand through his spiked hair, trying to defuse the building argument.  As he looks up at Vixen who is glaring at him, he uses the typical male ‘WHAT?’ pose that only drives her to brush past Spike as she makes her way towards the center of the room once more.  He hangs back watching as she walks away, realizing that she needs the time to calm down.  Lounging on the bench, he watches as she completes her work out with the kendo stick and then lays it down.

“Now that you are finished warming up why don’t we get you ready for your title shot against Electra,” Spike says as he holds out his hand towards Vixen who lets a grin creep across her features as she nods.  “Did you want to spar a bit?”

“I guess I could go a round or two,” she replies with a giggle.  “And to make it interesting, how about the winner gets dinner made for them,” Vixen teases with a soft tickling poke in Spike’s ribs.

“You’re on!” he exclaims.

The pair moves towards the mats ready to lock up in a sparring match when the sound of Spike’s ringtone is heard.  “Ignore it,” says Vixen as she stretches out to prepare.  Spike looks down at the phone he has picked up and shakes his head.  “I can’t ignore this call my love, it’s important.”

Vixen watches in disbelief as Spike walks away to talk on the phone.  Not wanting to pry but unable to escape hearing what the conversation is, Vixen finally stops and glares at Spike.  “Spike…are we going to do this or not?” asks the now angered Vixen.  When he doesn’t answer quickly enough, she spins and heads towards the locker rooms.

“Hang on Vixen,” calls Spike as he catches her by the arm and spins her around.  “I’ll be done talking to Lex…whoa!”

Like a cornered animal, Vixen turns on Spike at the mention of Electra’s nickname.  Throwing wild rights and lefts, Vixen explodes angrily.  Dropping the phone to protect his head Spike blocks blow after blow before finally yanking Vixen against his chest and holds her tight.  Muffled sobs can be heard as Vixen sags in his arms, soft murmuring words coming from Spike as he holds Vixen with one arm and strokes a hand against her damp sweat soaked hair.

Unknown to the pair, Spike had hit the speaker button and the voice on the other end of the phone speaks up.  “So, do you think that Vixen will let you come out and train?”

At the voice, Vixen stiffens and then pushes her way out of Spike’s arms.  Without saying a word, she leans down, picks up the cell and then with a dead look at Spike, shoves the phone into his chest, turns and walks away, paying no attention to the soft cursing escaping her fiancé.

Once inside the locker room, Vixen quietly slides the bolt of the lock then slips down the door, silent tears tracing a path down her cheeks as a soft knocking is heard.  “Vixen, my love…are you ready for that sparring match?” asks Spike softly, unsure of the reaction he will receive.

Sniffling back her emotions and getting to her feet, Vixen calls out through the door.  “Nooo, it’s all right Spike.  I’ll get ready for the match on my own.  You can go and train with Electra.”  Moving deeper into the locker room, Vixen heads for the showers.



In a bare room there is a lone highbacked chair that is facing a video camera.  The blinking red light on top of the camera indicates that it is recording.  From one side footsteps approaching the camera are heard before the body of a woman swings into view.

“I suspect you know what I want to say even before I say it,” says the woman who is revealed to be Vixen in an NXT tee with a pair of worn and comfortable jeans.  “Here I am to talk about the title match that I have on Climax Control against my teammate Electra.  Now most teammates would be talking about how they wish each other luck and how they say may the best person win.  Okay, let me say that and get it out of the way right now.”

Vixen positions herself in a smiling, straightened up, cheerful pose.  “Good luck Electra, may the best person win,” she says with a cheeky sounding voice before slumping back slightly into a more relaxed yet serious position.

“I would be lying if I said that this is going to be a best buddies match, trading holds and counterholds.  This isn’t going to be a friendly one on one.  This is a match for the Bombshell title. This is my rematch to regain what every bombshell in this company wants and what I am personally ready to hurt others to take back.  Even someone like you Electra,” says Vixen with conviction.  “I know that you are part of NXT and I know that you think that because you have Spike’s seal of approval I am going to bend over backwards to make you welcome.  I know that thinking I wouldn’t be fighting tooth and nail for the title is going to be a mistake on your part.”

“I don’t know what Spike told you about me and how I am in that ring.  I know you have probably asked him what I am like.  I suspect he has warned you well about how dangerous I can be in the ring.  I want you to take his advice if he has given it to you and DO NOT take me lightly.  So many people have and that is why I have achieved the success I have,” says Vixen.  “First Triple crown champion Bombshell in the history of SCW…my other crowning glory is that I am the ONLY wrestler in Sin City Wrestling to wear two belts at one time.  And come Sunday’s Climax Control, once again I will wear the title when I take it from you.”

With that, Vixen smiles frostily as she leans forward and sends the image to snow by pressing stop on the camera.

 The flag outside the Canadian embassy flutters in the light breeze in the Gombe Commune in Kinshasa.  Standing in front of the building, Vixen slowly pushes the sunglasses covering her eyes upward to push back the two toned curls limply hanging on her shoulders.  Looking around at the commune, Vixen takes a deep breath and moves into the reception area of the embassy.

“Hello, can we help you,” says the young woman behind what looks like safety glass.  

Vixen moves closer and nods.  “You certainly can, I am here to talk to Major Guertin,” she says with a smile.

“Major Guertin?” says the receptionist.  “I don’t know this Major man.”

“Is there any Canada based staff here I could talk to?” asks Vixen.  “They could tell me if he is here.”  Holding her purse open, she begins to dig into it and then pulls out her telephone.  “I could call someone,” she offers.  “Can you show me the telephone listing for the embassy?”

“Oh no, we cannot tell you who works here.  We don’t know you,” she says.  “You show me your passport please.”  

Vixen growls slightly as her eyes narrow.  Placing her purse on the counter, she begins to paw through it and pulls out a small blue booklet that she holds up to the window.  “Here you go, says I am Canadian and I’m a friendly,” Vixen replies back with soft sarcastic chuckle.

“Vixie, you gotta let em do their job,” says a voice from behind the woman making her turn on her heel quickly dropping her passport as she charges towards the speaker and jumps at him.

“GUERTIN!”  Vixen exclaims as she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him as he grunts from the impact.  “Man you are getting soft,” adds Vixen as she pulls back.

Coughing as he tries to get his dignity back, Guertin holds up a hand.  “You aren’t getting any softer it would seem,” he replies as he rubs at his stomach.  “I heard that you and that company you are working for now are in town for the wrestling show coming up.”

“Yes we are and I am headlining it,” Vixen boasts as she tucks her fingers into the straps of her tank top under the light cotton blouse.  “Defending my title no less and doing what I do best.  It is going to be a hard fight I am sure,” she adds.  “But that is for Sunday night.  I am here to take my favourite friend for lunch.”

“Vixie I would like nothing better but the situation isn’t the best.  If I had been able to talk to you before your company booked into the Stade,” he says as one of his hands wipes at the back of his neck where a trickle of sweat stands out damply.  “There’s a GD travel advisory to the country little fox.  Don’t you think you should be back home and wrestling in that sinbin that is Vegas?”

“Guertin, I have been in worse places, hell you were there with me remember.  And between the two of us we kept ourselves safe.  Trust me, I can handle it,” vows Vixen.  “And with NXT here, I will keep Spike and the others safe as well.”

“IF you think that you can, more power to you.  But Vixie, lunch might not be a good thing out in the market.  Tell you what, come back to my SQ and I will make you something to eat,” offers Guertin before once again wiping at the sweat.  “At least my housekeeper will.”

“Thank god, I thought you were threatening me with poisoning,” teases Vixen as she walks over to her bag and picks up her passport to tuck it inside.  “Ok, let’s compromise, why don’t you come to the hotel and meet Spike and we get something there.”

“Done,” Guertin agrees as he nods to the receptionist.  The pair exit the embassy and head towards the cars parked to the side of the guard hut.  Guertin waves to one of the embassy drivers who holds open the door of a beat up embassy car.  Giving her friend a look, Vixen climbs inside to be joined by the soldier.  Closing the door, the driver walks around the vehicle and climbs inside.  The car revs to life and pulls away from the curb and disappears into traffic.



“She really did that?” questions an amused Spike Staggs as Vixen blushes a brighter red from the comment.  On one side, Spike leans forward and puts his elbows on the table, his hands steepled as his lip curls in amusement.  

“Oh yeah, swore up and down that she could keep up.  Little lady can’t hold her alcohol when the chips are down,” replies Guertin as he brings a bottle to his lips, the cold Red Castle beer slopping against his lips as he pulls a long swig from it.  “We proved her wrong and the resulting strip poker game will go down in history as the worst ever trouncing the rest of us ever had.  No one told us she was a cardshark.”

“What can I say, my upbringing made me,” she teases.  “I learned all my bad habits before getting in the army.  Now I just keep them up for fun.”

“From what I hear, that isn’t the only thing you are keeping up,” adds Guertin with a wink.  “So Spike, you worried about the half of the population that basically probably see your girl here with lust in their hearts?” demands the soldier, leaning forward himself.  “Was a time that I might have tapped that ass myself.”

“Guertin!  You are going to die for saying that.  Spike has nothing to worry about when it comes to me.  And only way you tapped this ass was when you were dreaming,” snarls Vixen, the redness of her cheeks now flaring with anger, not blushes of embarrassment.

Before Vixen could lunge over the table at her friend, Spike takes her hand that is clenched on the table and opening it, plants a soft kiss on the palm before smiling at Guertin.  “I trust MY girl with my life,” he states, a slight menace on the emphasis of ‘my’.  Guertin recognizes the warning and nods with a smile as he leans back.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” says the soldier.  “Vixie here is special and only a special man deserves her.  Looks like you are him.”

“Glad to hear,” replies Spike.

Before anything further can be said, Connor and Devlin rush into the restaurant, glancing around frantically looking for Spike and Vixen.  Spying them, the pair amble over or try to look like they have no worries but suddenly broke and rushed the table.

“Vixen, you have ta see what your opponent’s mouthpiece had to say.  Friend of ours sent it to us,” says Connor, the lilt in his voice emphasized by his excitement.

Devlin pulls out his IPad mini and calls up the complimentary wifi of the hotel and presses play on the video in the email he opened.  Avidly the group watches as Cyrus does his commentary.  When it finishes, Connor looks at Vixen with a raised eyebrow.  “Well?” he demands.

“Hate to dine and dash Guertin but I have some work to do with Vixen here,” says Spike as he slides out of the seat and stands beside Vixen.  

She also gets to her feet with a smile.  “Come to the Stade on Sunday Guertin and I’ll have them leave you a ticket.  It will give you the chance to see just how much I have improved since you last saw me.”

Turning distractedly, Vixen gives him a quick peck on the cheek before joining her fingers with Spike’s and heading towards the doors of the restaurant.  Guertin watches them go, his head shaking slightly as he takes another pull from the beer bottle.



“Are you ready for this my love?” asks Spike as the pair are being prepared by camera crew for their promo time that Spike had arranged after seeing the video provided by Cyrus that talked about the main event of Climax Control.  

“Ok Spike, ready to film in three…two..” says the cameraman who then silently counts one then points at the pair.

Spike offers his usual cocky smile at the camera.  “Oh how the mighty have fallen,” he begins only to have Vixen softly place her hand over his mouth.

“Spike, let me do this,” she whispers before turning to the camera, shaking her head sadly.  “Cyrus, I don’t know you nor do I care to.  You aren’t even a blip on my radar and haven’t been since you entered Sin City Wrestling with an agenda of some kind.  But what gets me is how you came in and since you could not win on your own, you attached yourself to Roxi like a leech wanting to draw everything that made Roxi the person that deserved respect out of her and left her a broken woman.  And Roxi, I don’t know what to say to you that would even register.”

Spike watches her as Vixen gets out of her seat and begins to pace slightly, one hand at her lips as she tries to collect her thoughts.  “I get it Cyrus I really do.  And I guess Roxi is just a victim of the Stockholm syndrome.  You have turned her from a vibrant Bombshell that could and did for a time carry the Bombshell division when no one else could into nothing but a shell.”

Emotion chokes Vixen for a moment and it makes her nibble on her fingernail as if wondering what to say.  “Roxi, do you even realize what this man is doing to you?  What happened to you?”

Spike holds out his hand for Vixen who moves back to his side and takes the comfort he is offering, leaning against the arm of the chair where he is sitting.

“I hear him talking and it sickens me to realize the Bombshell I respected is no more.  He makes your slide into his puppet his soapbox where he can claim his fifteen minutes of fame by using you.  He can’t do anything on his own so he is using someone that everyone respected to make him seem to be the main event.   Cyrus, how does it feel to know that the only thing your dominance of Roxi has done is make her nothing but someone to be pitied and scorned.”

“That’s harsh Vix,” offers Spike only to have him surprised by Vixen’s sudden turn towards him.

“IT’S THE TRUTH!” snarls Vixen.  “You saw just what he said in that video.  You saw her like some kind of lapdog that is forced to the dogfight and prodded with violence to perform.  He makes her a sideshow but claims that she is the hot topic.   The only reason people are talking Spike is because he is…”

Spike rises to his feet and pulls Vixen towards him, hugging her as emotion finally chokes her up.  Shaking her head, she pulls away and then once again faces the camera.   “Roxi, I don’t care about the title in our match or the fact that it is up for grabs.  I don’t care about the fact that you are the hot button topic in the federation.  All I care about is making you realize that you are better than Cyrus.  You are letting him hurt and humiliate you and for what?  What can he do for you that you haven’t done for yourself in the past.”

Vixen smiles as she continues, “Was he there when you won the title?  No he wasn’t, it was you that did that.  Was he there when you faced the best in Sin city and beat them night after night?  No he wasn’t.  Now you let him be your mouthpiece when you have the ability to speak for yourself.  Don’t tell me that you enjoy being a puppet...You, who were a hero to everyone, even me.  So what if I have done things she hasn’t like beat Gothika or won every bombshell title in the federation.  The only thing that Roxi has done in the past few weeks has been to disappear.  I don’t know who you are Roxi but you aren’t the Bombshell I thought you were.”

Spike puts an arm around the shoulders of Vixen as she motions the camera closer.  “So you want to come to Climax Control and take my title.  All because your ‘MASTER’ says you are his and you will beat me for my title.  Let me remind you of one little thing Roxi.  I am my own mistress and that means I call my shots and I control ME.  So when push comes to shove, I won’t hesitate to push aside my pity for you when I beat you in that match.  Or will your darling MASTER help you get over the big obstacle that is my drive to remain the Bombshell champion?”

Vixen stops and takes a long slow breath.  Releasing it slowly, Vixen closes her eyes as she gathers her last thoughts.

“Roxi, on Sunday we will step into the main event and the title will be on the line,” begins Vixen.  “But when the end of the match happens and you are lying there in the dust of the Stade, I want you to think long and hard about Cyrus King and the nothing he has made of you.  Sadly, you DID have my respect but not anymore.  And that is the saddest part of it all.  Maybe you might win the Bombshell title but all you will do to the title is tarnish it with your pathetic dependence on Cyrus King.”

With that, Vixen turns violently and stomps away from the camera muttering to herself as she goes.  Spike waits only a moment before he follows her sending the scene to black.

 Vixen walks into the bedroom of Eden who is lying on the bed, her body limp and sweaty from a fever.

“Mommie Vixen,” says a small sad whisper as Eden snuggles more into her bed, the blankets pulled up to her chest.  A cough interrupts her as Vixen moves closer.  Taking one hand, Vixen lays it against the head of Eden who sighs mournfully.  “I feel sick,” she adds with a soft cough then sniffle.

“I know you do petite,” consoles Vixen as she rubs her cheek while sitting down.  “I brought you something to drink and eat.”

Eden smiles but shakes her head.  “I don’t want to,” she says.  Vixen moves to stand up but is grabbed by the little girl.  “Don’t go Mommie Vixen,” she cries softly.  

Vixen turns with a smile and sits down beside Eden, handing a soft cotton candy scented bear to the little girl.  Eden snuggles against Vixen as she hugs the bear.  “Can you tell me a story please?”

Vixen nods as Eden lays her head down on Vixen.  Slowly rubbing her fingers along the little girl’s hairline, Vixen begins to speak.

“Once upon a time there was a young woman who was a soldier.  She got to travel all over the world and met many people.  And this soldier learned some very good lessons in Japan from a man that called her kogitsune-maru,” said Vixen as she thinks back to her past that she is telling the story of.  Unseen by Vixen, Spike leans against the doorway to listen.  “This man taught her all about honour and being the best she could be.  One day the man told her that she had learned all she could from him and that she was ready for whatever would come.  So this soldier came home and left the army.  But she didn’t have much in the way of schooling so she went back to school.  But school was very expensive so she decided she would use her skills to earn some money doing things like wrestling.  And that is how she…”

A shush from the doorway gets her attention as Spike motions that Eden is asleep.  Walking over, he lifts the little girl up so Vixen can slide out of the bed.  Laying Eden down, Spike leans over to kiss her forehead.  With one last check on her, Vixen adds her own kiss and the pair leave the little girl sleeping.

“I thought that kogitsune-maru was that test that Kirk cheated on,” says Spike as he puts his arm around Vixen.  Giggling, Vixen shakes her head.  Spike shoots her a look.  “Don’t tell me it is a French thing.”

“No, it is Japanese, it means little fox.  You are thinking of the Kobayashi Maru my love.  And no, I didn’t have to do that test either,” she jokes.  

“No, but you will face a test this blast from the Past tournament round one.  You are facing Song…”

“That will be interesting,” says Vixen with a smile.  “She is a very strong opponent and I know that she will provide one hell of a fight for me.  And who was chosen as her partner?”    

Spike wipes his hand through his mussed hair and looks downward for a moment.  “It’s Ben,” he murmurs as Vixen leans closer to hear him.  

“That’s funny…for a second there I thought you said that I was facing Ben,” she states with a chuckle.  

“You are,” he replies.  “And that isn’t all…”

Vixen’s head drops and is shaken slowly…negatively.  “Tell me,” she said fatalistically.

“You are teaming with the new guy,” he adds.  “Jamie Dean.”

Vixen stops and looks at Spike.  “Jamie Dean?  Isn’t he that guy that…well, is very metrosexual?” she asks slowly.  “I got a look at him but I don’t know what kind of partner he is going to be.  And I know the pair that we are facing and I have to know that we aren’t going to have an easy time of it.”  Vixen begins to pace along the hallway as she thinks out loud.

“This is one of the reasons I HATE tag matches…especially lethal lottery types like this.  Last year I was stuck with Nick Jones.  This year, I have a newcomer as my partner, an unknown quantity facing two very strong competitors.  Seriously my love, I know that I am going to be giving my everything in this match but how do I know that Jamie Dean will?  My track record with tag partners except for you and Misty hasn’t really been that good.”

“You just have to go into the ring and show them why you were the grandslam champion of the bombshells,” says Spike, noticing the wince at the use of the past tense.  “But if it is any consolation, I am behind you one hundred percent.”

Vixen stops and smiling, she lets her hands rest on Spike’s chest as he covers them with his own hands.  “I promise Spike, I won’t let Jamie Dean or you down,” she vows.

“Good,” he answers as he leans forward slightly to place his lips against Vixen’s.  After a moment, he pulls back and then begins to guide Vixen towards their bedroom.  With a small cough and patently fake sniffle, Spike teasingly looks at Vixen.  “I think I am starting to feel sick…”

Vixen laughs as he tugs her into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Soft reedy music can be heard and standing in the middle of the ring in Club Rain is a figure draped in long flowing silks and looking into the camera, only her eyes glittering in the light of the silvery ball can be seen.  Suddenly the figure starts to sway to the music.

“Are you prepared Parand?” questions the figure who is moving to the music.  “Has Allah given you his blessing for the match you are about to take part in?  Has Allah told you that you must be the one to save all women from the decadence of the West?”

As the figure moves, one hand reaches down to release one of the veils that are draped over one arm, tugging it downward to float to the floor.  A barbed wire tattoo is revealed as the woman twirls with the scree of the reed pipe slowly pulling off veil by veil.  

“You seem to think Parand that you have some kind of issue with me because you took offense at what was an accident.  I was apologetic and I tried to help you but all you took out of it is your sick sense of needing to retaliate for the spilling of the coffee.  Wouldn’t you say that was a case of extreme crying over spilled milk metaphor?” asks the figure who by now we see is Vixen dressed in light silks that barely cover her body now that the majority of veils from her shoulders have fallen to the floor.  

With the music speeding up, Vixen begins to twirl, the veils billowing out.  One hand reaches behind her to pull the veil that covers her back.  Dancing with it in her hands, she uses it to deepen the cover of the silk over her face.  “You decided that you wanted to start something and that you would be chosing the one bombshell that has no problem revealing her body in the tight skimpy clothes of wanton prostitutes of the Vegas strip.  So you sent a message via a sharp broken mirror,” says Vixen as she slowly drops the veil.  “Thank you Parand, your lesson was well delivered and gave me a lot to think about.”

With that comment, Vixen again sways with the now quickening music, shedding each veil until only four veils remain.  With that, she stops and standing perfectly still, her only movements are from the deep breathing her dance has brought her to.  Finally catching her breath, she smiles behind the veil.

“I stand here dancing the dance of the veils, something that only houris in your culture have perfected.  I respect those women and the women in your culture that embrace their personalities.  What I take offense to is the militant stance that you have taken.  Especially when you hold yourself to a standard that no true woman of faith or as a matter of fact, a woman at all holds herself when it comes to others that you don’t know or have not even met,” says Vixen.  “Your preconceived notions of me seem to be your guiding light when it comes to interacting with me.”

Vixen moves to kneel, the camera following her downwards as she folds her hands over her lap.  “You didn’t even know me Parand.  You decided that I was the ungodless bombshell here in SinCity Wrestling that is the poster girl for immorality.  If you even knew who I was, you would know that as much as I dress to suit myself, I am just as moral as you are.  Only I am not as extreme…”

Pausing to chuckle at that, Vixen waves a hand in front of her face.  “Well…I am extreme as any member of the NXT can be…however, I know where to draw the line.  It seems however, you like drawing lines in the sand and daring me to step over them.”

“Fine, you want to draw a line in the sand?  You want to push your little vendetta against me for your perceived impression of my lack of respect.   Respect Parand is a two way street and maybe what you need to realize that until you decided to make an example of me by injuring me, I had all the respect in the world for you.  I tend to believe in the best of people until they prove to me otherwise.  And the face into the mirror after the scalding coffee proved to me that you are nothing but a rabid dog.  And what is it that you do to rabid dogs hmmm?”  Vixen’s eyes narrow over the face veil as she tilts her head slightly in a questioning way.  “You put them down.  And that is what needs to happen with you at Sunday Night Seduction.  And it will be my pleasure to be the one to hand you your second loss here in SCW.”

With that, Vixen gets to her feet and pulls the veil from her face.  Brushing her hair back, revealing the now healing cut over her eye, she again looks into the camera and sighs.  “You know Parand, I was willing to hold out my hand in friendship only to have my fingers bitten.  So this night is going to be a match that you would probably want to label a jihad.  This isn’t going to be a jihad, this is going to be a match where your strict Muslim ways meets the kickassness of the West with all its immorality and every bit of skill I have.”

“I am not going to underestimate the fact that you and I have a very vast difference of opinion,” Vixen adds.  “I am not going to underestimate the fact that you want to make me pay for whatever reason you have gotten into your pretty little head.”  Here Vixen stops for a moment, again, curiosity getting the better of her for a moment.  “That is if you are pretty under that niqab.  I haven’t seen your face so I can’t tell.  But maybe just maybe I will be able to beat some respect into you on Sunday.  I certainly know that my intentions are to.”

With that, Vixen stands there in a defiant pose, one fist held tight in the other as she glares into the camera before it fades to black.



“Look at me Mommie Vixen!” squeals a little girl who jumps up and down on the edge of the pool where Vixen is watching from the water.  Eden, excited about the girl’s day out, splashes beside Vixen who turns slightly as the water splashes her.  Eden bobs to the surface as Vixen reaches for her and pulls her towards the wall of the pool.  “How did I do,” she calls as she clutches the neck of Vixen.

“That was amazing babygirl,” replies Vixen as she rubs her nose with Eden’s.  “No one can do it better than you.”

“Not even Daddy?” asks Eden as she splashes towards the shallow end followed by Vixen.  Once there, the pair of them sit on the side of the pool.  

“Especially Daddy,” teases Vixen as people look over at the pair.  With Eden in an Ariel swimsuit and Vixen in an ice blue bikini, the two are enjoying the relaxing day poolside before Vixen needs to be back in Vegas for Sunday Night Seduction show.  

Eden gets to her feet and moves to hug Vixen from behind.  “I love you Mommie Vixen,” says the little girl as she hangs over the shoulder of Vixen, her eyes drawn to the white rimmed cut that is puckered from the salt water of the pool.  “Your cut is getting better, I is a great nurse too.  Daddy told me you are going to be in a match with the person that did that to you.  You need me to be your tag team?”

Vixen smiles at Eden, pulling her over her shoulder into a hug.  “I would love to have you there with me but you have to stay with Daddy and watch him because he isn’t allowed to come with me that night.  Think you can do that for me?”

“I will make sure Daddy is watched,” Eden promises.  “But we can watch can’t we?”

“If Daddy says it is alright.”

“If Daddy says what is all right?” asks a voice from behind the two.  Spike walks over, his dark pants and white wifebeater showing him to be relaxed.  “By the way baby, Scott Oliver is here wanting to talk to you…something about doing an interview with you for the show Sunday.”

Getting to her feet, Vixen helps Eden up and hands her off to her father.  “Eden’s going to be watching you Sunday night since you can’t come watch me against Parand Ara,” says Vixen as she leans up and kisses Spike on the cheek.  “You two relax and I will be right back.”

Eden and Spike watch Vixen head towards the interviewer.  As she reaches him, Scott pulls her over to the cameraman who is adjusting his camera.  “You gotta do me a favor Vixen I need to be at that show on Sunday.  All the babes of SCW in one building and no other guys…”

Vixen holds up her hands and shakes her head.  “Sorry Scott, no guys allowed,” she teases.  “It is one night only, girls night out and you just can’t be there.”

“I could dress in drag,” he offers as he pulls out a short bobbed wig in a bright pink.  “I went to Comic Con in a Cosplay costume you know Chibi Moon from Sailor Moon.  It was because I lost a bet,” he adds before Vixen could get any ideas.  “Anyways, I figured that I would talk to you since everyone else keeps telling me that I can’t go and get an interview from you before your big match against that spooky woman behind the veils.  So tell me Vixen…” Scott says before coughing as he gets into interviewer mode.  “Do you think that Parand is going to make that jihad ‘lalalalalala’ sound when she attacks?”

“Seriously Scott…did you just make a racial profiling remark?” asks Vixen in disbelief.

“Nah, just going with the vibe that Parand Ara is giving off.  Honestly, she is one terroristic chick,” he answers.

“Scott, this isn’t a terrorist thing and she isn’t a terrorist.  She has her beliefs and maybe she just needs some understanding.  Or in the case of her issues with me the beating of a lifetime.  Either way at this Sunday Night Seduction show, I am going to prove once and for all that she chose the wrong path to take when she decided to set herself up against me.  I had nothing against her and after this match, I still won’t.  But any respect I had will have to be earned back by her.  And I am sure that when we face off in the ring, she will give her all in the match.  But when it comes to the outcome, it is going to be the same as the last time she was in the ring with someone from the NXT group.  Jessie beat her and now after she used me to get a bit of revenge for her loss to Jessie, she is going to be receiving the same loss in our match.”

Scott looks at Vixen, his eyes trailing over her tanned body with a smirk.  Reaching over, Vixen lifts Scott’s chin.  “My eyes are up here there chief,” she teases.  

“Yeah yeah…so where were we?” he stutters after being caught gawking at her body.

“You were getting the last comment I am going to give before the night of Sunday Night Seduction.  So we are finished here right?” she asks as she begins to walk backwards before disappearing behind the gate to join Spike and Eden.  

“You never said if you would help me get into the show this Sunday,” he calls out after Vixen who only turns and sadly shakes her head negatively.  

Vixen is hugged again by Eden as she says something to Spike.  He turns to look at Scott, one eyebrow raised as he smirks.  Scott curses as the scene fades to black.