[~]-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):

 #innerthoughts: It has been over two years…long enough for most people to forget a lot of things.  Hell, sometimes I can’t remember what happened last week let alone over two years ago.  

Honestly, to think that someone would want to challenge me to a match when I haven’t been in the ring for over two years.  And not only that but to have the fans screaming to see it…

Who am I to disappoint them?

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The soft whoosh of the Skype window closing can be heard as Vixen still stands by the ropes of the ring in the Staggs Dungeon as her call to Climax Control finishes with the chants of her name on every fans’ lips.  Lowering her head and wiping at a small drop of moisture that has pooled along her cheek she can’t help but smile through the tears that have started to roll slowly down her cheek as the emotions finally hit her with the adrenaline of being onscreen once more fading.

She doesn’t know how long she had been there silently crying but suddenly from behind, a pair of arms wrap around her and pull her back into the strong embrace of Hall of Famer Spike Staggs.  Resting his chin on her shoulder, he hugs her close and whispers softly in her ear.

“Is this what you want Vix my love?” he says as a hand moves to wipe at the tear on her cheek.  

Vixen smiles as she nods before answering her husband while leaning into the embrace.  â€œI have to say yes Spike.  Oh don’t get me wrong, I love being here with you and the kids and training up and coming wrestlers but I would be lying to you if I said I hadn’t thought of this once or twice,” she admits as she turns into the arms of Spike.  Her eyelashes are pointy and damp as she wipes at her eyes to remove the last lingering tears.  â€œDon’t tell me you don’t miss it Mr. Surprise entrant in the Blast from the Past last year.”

Spike has the grace to blush only slightly which earns him a soft kiss from his wife.  â€œThen love, we have to start getting you ready to get back in the ring.  So Melody Grace wants to challenge you?”  Releasing Vixen, Spike moves to the corner as Vixen rolls her neck and moves closer to the middle of the ring where she lightly bounces on the balls of her feet and lightly throws punches and kicks in a slow warm up before stretching out.

“Yep, Melody wants to call out anyone she can because no one wants to face her,” Vixen says as she shadow boxes with the dust motes in the florescent lighting of the dungeon.  â€œI guess her big thing is punching above her weight.  Sounds like what she wants to do is make sure she has some kind of justification about her abilities since she seems to beat everyone in the company.  Well I think that she chose the wrong person to challenge if you ask me.”

Spike can see the confidence begin to rise in his wife’s comments as her movements begin to speed up.  Leaning back into the corner, he lets a small smirk cross his face.  â€œSo, why you?”

Vixen stumbles a bit then slows as she looks towards Spike.  â€œShe said something about it being a dream match that everyone is calling for,” replies Vixen suspiciously.  â€œYou don’t think that she has an ulterior motive of some kind do you?”

Shaking his head, Spike reaches down to a pair of hitting pads that are resting on the apron and moves towards Vixen as he pulls them on.  â€œI doubt it my love, after all you are some kind of legend in the ring you know.  Right up there with the best like me,” he teases before holding up the pads and absorbing a hard right from Vixen.  â€œBesides I have to agree that most people would see this as a dream match for sure.  She is the one bombshell you never faced and well considering that you have pretty much done it all and did it first, so who else would she challenge.  Granted you weren’t the first one to be bombshell champion, you are the first ever Bombshell inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame.  You would think that after two years, you would want to take some time to prepare…”

Vixen continues to throw punches into the pads covering Spike’s hands.  Sucking on her lower lip, she doesn’t reply to his comment but keeps up the rhythm of the punches.  Spike begins to move the pads around forcing Vixen to mix up her punches with kicks, but her level of violence beginning to get out of her control forcing Spike back.  Finally he stops moving which forces Vixen to stop herself.

“Ok Vixen, talk to me.  Did I hit a nerve?” he demands as Vixen lowers her fists while gulping in breath after breath.

“Noooo…you didn’t hit a nerve…exactly,” she admits as she moves to the ropes once more and grips them.  â€œBut you are right, what am I doing offering to face her?  I have nothing to prove,” Vixen tosses over her shoulder.  â€œI mean I could just have said I would think about it…”

Her voice trails off slowly as she rubs her forearm over her face to wipe at the sweat.  Spike moves towards her and spins her around.  Grasping both of her shoulders, he gives her a slight shake as if to shake off the disbelief and self-doubt she was about to show.  â€œVix, I have faith in your skills babe and I know that Melody is in for one hell of a match against you.  So I want you to think about this before you beat yourself with over thinking, she chose you to challenge.  You are the one that she thinks is someone that will give her a challenge.  She chose to face a legend and put the challenge out there.  So by you saying yes, it means that you are putting her on notice that she chose to be beaten in the middle of that ring.”

Vixen lets the comments hang in the air as she contemplates just what Spike said.  Pulling out of his hands, she moves backwards and smiles.  â€œIt is not as if she was risking anything but a loss anyways.  I mean, this challenge is just to face me because I am a legend and since she needs the competition and the feather in her cap that she has beaten someone that has done more than she has ever done,“ offers Vixen as her fingers scramble to pull at the tape on her wrist.  â€œBesides, I am not sure if I want to do more than just one match in SCW.  There are way too many others that deserve to keep fighting night after night in the ring.  I will have this one match and prove that I can still hang and then I will come back to you and Kit and Bijou and Eden and return to retirement.”

The pair moves to the ropes and sliding through them, drop lightly to the floor.  Spike puts an arm over the shoulder of Vixen as the two moves towards the locker room.  As they do, the sound of a phone can be heard that distracts Vixen and Spike.  The pair moves towards the desk in the open office and Spike answers the ringing phone.  Spike listens to the other person on the line he nods without saying much while Vixen’s eyes narrow while she continues to peel the tape from her hands.  

“Thanks Jamie,” he says before slamming the receiver down and giving Vixen a look.  â€œWell babe, I got good and bad news,” he says.  â€œWhat do you want to hear first?”

Vixen balls up the tape in her hand and tosses it into the trash can beside the desk and then perches on the side to give Spike a straightforward look.  â€œWhat’s the bad news love?”

“The bad news is you got two weeks to get ready for facing Melody Grace because that was Jamie and he said he was watching the rest of Climax Control and it has been announced that you are facing Melody at Blaze of Glory six,” offers Spike as Vixen can see the seriousness of the news but the seriousness begins to fade into a rather confident smirk which makes Vixen raise one slim eyebrow.

“If that is bad news Spike, what’s the good news?” Vixen asks.

“Mark Ward made it official babe,” begins Spike as he moves closer to grasp the hands of Vixen and bring them upward to drop a kiss on each of them.  â€œTwo weeks to get ready to face Melody Grace for her Bombshell title,” he adds in a smirking whisper.

Vixen’s eyes widen then narrow.  â€œQuit teasing love,” she answers.

“Would I tease you about something like that?” demands Spike.  Shaking his head he pulls back and then with a teasing grin he holds her hands out.  â€œIf you don’t want to believe me then what would it take to prove it to you that it is for the belt?”

“Oh probably the match contract to start spitting out of that fax machine there,” teases Vixen back before the ringing handshake of an incoming fax interrupts the pair.  Spike can’t help but let loose with a bark of laughter as Vixen lightly smacks his chest and moves towards the fax machine.  Picking up the pages that have already come through, she begins to read.  As she does, her jaw drops as she looks up at Spike.

“IT is for the Bombshell championship!” she exclaims as she waves the papers at Spike.  

Spike puts his hand over his heart and puts a disappointed look on his face as he straightens up and moves towards his wife.  Sighing dramatically, he pats her on the shoulder and pulls her into an embrace under his arm.  â€œI can’t believe that you doubted me Vix,” he says in a put upon voice.  â€œAnd I bet you are going to doubt that I believe you will be the first four time Bombshell champion.”

“Ooooo stop,” snarls Vixen as she reads over the contract a second time.  Spike can’t hold the farce much longer and leans in to kiss Vix’s cheek.  

“So babe, you ready to make some more Sin City Wrestling history?” he asks which brings a smile to the face of Vixen.

“I was born ready to make history,” answers Vixen as she looks around the office then back out to the ring.  As if sensing what she was about to do, Spike tightens his hold on his wife and guides her towards the desk to push her into the battered leather chair and then hands her a pen.

“Sign first, get a good night’s sleep then ‘WE’ start getting you ready to face Melody,” he offers as Vixen looks at the papers in front of her then the pen.  Putting it on the line, she scrolls it across the page cementing her next steps in Sin City.  Picking up the papers, she lightly taps them against the desk to straighten them out then hands them to Spike who walks to the fax and begins to dial the number on the contract before setting the papers on the intake.  Vixen joins him to watch as the contract pages are sucked into the fax and her match is finalized.

With the final page sliding from the fax machine, Spike turns to Vixen and gives her a grin.  â€œNo backing out now babe,” he says do which Vixen just smirks.

“Who says I wanted to?” she replies before moving towards the door.  Before stepping through it, she turns quickly to offer Spike a wink before disappearing out of the office.  The last thing seen is Spike watching his wife disappear before hearing her call his name which has him following her out of the room.

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It’s official, I put my name on the contract and now I have a date with destiny at Blaze of Glory Six.  Most people would be telling me ‘Vixen, what do you think you are doing facing the current Bombshell Champion.  Melody Grace is unbeatable and you are just setting yourself up for disappointment!’

Gee thanks…

Seriously though, I do know that Melody Grace is one hell of a competitor and I do also know that she was taught by one hell of a woman in Odette Stevens.  And it doesn’t hurt to be dating/smothering the current World Heavyweight champion either.    So any way you slice it, she has so many advantages on her side.  And if I were to listen to all those voices of negativity I would be quick to just roll over, lie down and take the beating that everyone thinks that I am going to suffer at her hands.  And if you ask me, those voices need to really get a new song to sing.  I am not laying down for anyone or anything in this match.  I have nothing but respect for myself so if she thinks that I am going to lie down and take the loss, I am so sorry to tell her that isn’t in the cards for her this time.  

Do you realize that the last time I stepped into the ring I was the Bombshell champion.  Granted that last time I lost my title to Delia Darling but looking back, it was for the best because not long after that, I found out I was pregnant with Kit and Bijou.   And I hung it up, going from someone that needed to be in the spotlight and continuing to wrestle to wife and mother that I have been for the last two years.

I am looking forward to stepping back in the ring in front of the fans though.   I am pretty stoked to be facing Melody Grace to see if I still have it.  I haven’t been seriously wrestling in a long time, but I haven’t been out of wrestling completely.  Because we both know that I am married to Spike Staggs and that means that I have the opportunity to continue to train here in the Staggs Dungeon and keep my skills up while training others in the skills needed to be Bombshells and Superstars in the wrestling field.   And believe me when I say, I am able to do that.  

And for the next two weeks, just think of what I can do to prepare myself for facing you Melody.  Spike has already offered to train me.  I have some people that have offered to help me prepare in the ring and I have something burning inside me.  Call it a need to prove I got it, call it a desire to once more test myself against someone that for right now is considered the best but whatever you want to call it, it is going to be the one defining moment at Blaze of Glory when I stand there, spotlight bright on me and I am looking across the ring at you and that target you have on you.

Now, let me go back to my military days and give you an analogy about what this match has done for me.  My focus is directly on the mission and my arc of fire is going to be focused directly on you.  I don’t know if you are ready for it Melody but I am a soldier and that means no defeat, no quarter and no surrender.  

I bet you are saying to yourself, ‘Self, she is honourable and good and she will be a great opponent.  She wouldn’t ever do anything to me that I won’t be able to turn around and pull out the win.  And I can’t let my Melephants down so I am going to have to beat her, I just gotta!’  

Hmph, even I can’t believe you would actually believe that yourself.  Do you really think that I will hold back when all I know, feel and desire is to take you to the edge of oblivion and push you to a place that not even your Melephants can bring you back from?  Or will you do what you obviously tend to do and that is channel some kind of the ends justify the means champion who can’t handle losing?  Or will you realize that I can be a not so nice person in the ring.  And think about it, this match is a co main event and for the Bombshell Championship.    This isn’t going to be all unicorns and rainbows Melody so my warning to you Lil Miss Sunshine…don’t take me lightly…you won’t like what happens if you do.

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“MOMMY!!”

Vixen’s attention is pulled from where she was jumping rope to the floor where Kit can be seen romping with Eden’s dog.  The pair looks funny as Kit sits on the dog’s back and the dog is giving Vixen a look that says ‘get it off’ but patiently not moving.  Vixen drops the jumprope and moves towards Kit who holds his arms up for her to pick him up and she obliges with a hug and quick tickle before setting him on his feet and giving him a slight pop on his butt to send him giggling towards his sister who was resting with Eden listening to the little girl read outloud.

Walking into the room, Samantha Marlowe can only smile as she spies Vixen with her arms crossed over her chest and a smile on her face.  Sam reaches Vixen’s side and with a soft nudge, teases the other woman with a quip about how cute the kids were.

Vixen turns to spy Sam and nods.  â€œYeah, Spike and I raise cute ones,” she taunts back before turning fully to Sam noticing that she is dressed in a rather grungy pair of jeans and a cut tee over what looks like her ring halter top.  â€œWhat are you doing here?  I thought you had school and I know you haven’t been wrestling lately…”  Vixen’s voice trails off slightly as she notices the eyes of Sam sadden slightly.  â€œSorry, I shouldn’t …”

Before Vixen has time to finish the thought, Sam waves her hand and shakes her head.  â€œThis isn’t about me Vix, this is about you needing to have someone to train with and let me tell you that since Melody was one of my more recent opponents, who better than to give you a hand with prep.  Besides, I will eventually be getting back in the ring if I can convince Christian Underwood I can do it.  So I need just as much training as you do.”

Sam lets her bag drop off her shoulder and then puts her left foot on the heel of her right boot and begins to fight the footwear off before reversing it and taking off her other boot.  Reaching for the buckle of her jeans, she is stopped by Vixen who motions towards the kids and then the locker rooms.  

“Why don’t you go get ready in there,” she offers with a roll of her eyes.  â€œAs it is, the twins like nakie time way too much and we don’t want to have little monkeys seeing and doing.”

With a dawning expression, Sam pats a finger against her nose and then reaches down to pick up the bag again and heads to the locker room.  Vixen heads to the ring where she jumps on the apron then pulls herself up by the ropes and slides into the ring.  Suddenly from the doorway, a voice can be heard to call out.

“I can’t believe that you are coming back to Sin City Wrestling,” says Pussy Willow as she moves closer to the ring.  â€œSammi said I should come and do an interview with you considering that no one has really talked to you in years.”

Behind Pussy Willow stands a young cameraman who is filming everywhere but Vixen at the moment, under his breath muttering about how lucky he was to be filming in the Staggs Dungeon and how cool it looked.  Vixen can’t help but beam with pride at that comment.  As she is about to reply to the cameraman’s comment, Pussy moves closer and looks up at Vixen on the apron.  â€œSo Vixen, care to give me the exclusive?” asks Pussy with a waggle of her brows.

This has the cameraman focus the camera on Vixen who slowly nods as she drops to sit on the ring apron.  â€œSure Pussy, fire away,” says Vixen as the cameraman sets up the shot.  Pussy reaches into a bag that she had set down at her feet and pulls out a microphone then stands right beside Vixen and gives the cameraman a pointed look and muttered ‘count me down’.  He counts her down from five then points at one.

“This is Pussy Willow and I am standing here with Vixen Staggs, the woman that Melody Grace, Bombshell Champion has challenged to a match at Blaze of Glory Six.  Vixen, tell us, where you surprised that Melody Grace challenged you?” asks Pussy before pointing the microphone in Vixen’s direction.

Looking down at the microphone, Vixen can’t help but smile at the remembrances that are conjured by Pussy and her stance with the microphone.  Giving herself a slight shake, her smile widens as she begins to answer.  â€œYou know Pussy I do have to admit I was surprised that Melody would think to challenge me.  After all there are so many Bombshells in the company that would deserve title shots,” offers Vixen.

“Oh yeah I am sure there are but none of them have challenged Melody,” replies Pussy after pulling the microphone towards herself once more.  â€œI have watched week after week as Melody went out and talked her talk and walked her walk and no one stepped up.  Seriously Vixen, between you and me I don’t think that people want to face her because of who she is and who she is friends with.  Well we did have Crystal Hilton come back and offer to face her but Melody shut her down and so did Mark Ward.  Now Melody did say at Climax Control that people just can’t walk back into SCW and demand a title shot but come the supercard, you are challenging for the Bombshell title.  Do you think that was something Melody would want?”

The question gets a laugh from Vixen.  â€œDo you honestly think that Melody Grace would like to lose the title?  I think that what happened was Mark Ward realized just what kind of draw it would be to get me back in the ring.  And he knows that I still had a rematch clause from when I lost my Bombshell title before.  So in a sense, he was just making things right from that last time.  And I have to give him credit because you have to consider just what kind of relationship Mr. Ward has with my husband…”

Pussy pulls the microphone away from Vixen.  â€œThat’s right, he and Spike Staggs don’t really see eye to eye do they?” asks Pussy before she thrusts the instrument back towards Vixen.

“No they don’t,” responds Vixen with an apologetic look.  â€œBut I am glad to realize that he won’t be holding that against me in this match.  And let me go on record right now and say that I appreciate that he has made it a title match and that he also made it a one on one match for the title.”  Stopping for a moment, Vixen brushes a strand of hair over her ear as she thinks of what else she wanted to say.  â€œAs you may know Pussy, it has been a rather long time since I was in a Sin City Wrestling ring and you have to think that maybe that might put the match in Melody’s favour.”

Pussy holds up her hand and stops Vixen.  â€œYou know, that is one of the rumors that are floating around out there, that Melody challenged you because you haven’t wrestled in so long.  What do you say to that?”

“If that was the case, why didn’t she challenge Misty or Roxi Johnson?” demands Vixen who then holds up her hand and catches the microphone to stop Pussy from commenting.  â€œThe reason is that Misty and Roxi are Melody’s friends and that she wouldn’t want to put them in the position.  And if you ask me, I think I know exactly why she challenged me.”

Pussy’s eyes light up as she squeals ‘tell me’ at Vixen who nods.  â€œI am getting to the reason Pussy.  I think that Melody challenged me because she wants to prove that she is better than me with her career and her life in and out of the ring.”

Pussy’s eyebrows draw together in confusion.  â€œWhat do you mean?” the interviewer asks.

“Let me show you what I mean Pussy.  Right now, she is part of the Golden couple of SCW…top of the world as the Bombshell Champion and the arm candy of the World champion.  Do you see where I am going with this?”  Pussy begins to nod only to have the nodding change into a negative shake of her head.  Vixen sighs and puts a hand on the shoulder of Pussy Willow as she continues.  â€œMelody is trying desperately to eclipse me as much as she can.  And don’t think I can’t see it.”

Pussy pulls the microphone close.  â€œWhy would she be doing that Vixen?  I mean she is the Bombshell Champion and she is one half of the Golden couple of SCW, why would she feel the need to eclipse you?” asks Ms Willow with a look of skepticism.

Vixen crosses her arms over her chest and lets a lazy smile creep over her face.  â€œBecause Pussy, I did it first.”

A whiskey tango foxtrot look of surprise crosses Pussy’s face.  â€œAre you suggesting that Melody Grace is jealous of you?” demands Pussy.

“Think about it Pussy, how can you not see it?  I won the Bombshell title and I was dating the World Champion…we were the Original Golden Couple of SCW.  And let me add that I have done all she has done but I did it first.  Well, except for winning the Bombshell Internet title but the only reason for that is because they didn’t bring in the Bombshell Internet title until after I left,” answers Vixen with a glint of humour in her eyes.  â€œDo you realize how many firsts I have completed in Sin City Wrestling?”

“I guess…” says Pussy with a doubtful sound.

“Trust me Pussy, I have.  I could list them off but right now the only thing that I am focused on is getting in that ring and proving to Melody that when you ask for something, you might not like the result of your asking.  Can I tell you a secret Pussy?”

Ms Willow nods and moves conspiratorially close as if to keep it just between the two of them.  Vixen looks at Pussy who is looking in all directions to make sure they aren’t being listened to.  When Pussy mouths the words all clear, Vixen begins to speak again.  

“I have been watching Climax Control and I have seen just what kind of person our little Miss Sunshine has turned into and I have to say that all is not as it seems.  Everyone talks about how much Melody is all light and bright but I have seen that little knot of contempt and cockiness begin to bloom,” states Vixen with confidence before continuing  â€œI have seen how she talks like she is all that and a bag of honey lemon sherberts with sprinkles.  I have seen the arrogance of someone that thinks that because of who they are and who they are associated with, they are untouchable.  And do you know what that does to me?”

Sam Marlowe approaches as Pussy shrugs.  Vixen smirks a bit which surprises Sam who leans against the ring apron.  Vixen lays back and rolls into the ring, getting to her feet and motioning the two closer before responding.  â€œIt makes me want to prove that they are more than touchable, it makes me want to prove they are beatable just like I am going to prove to Melody at Blaze of Glory in Stockton.”

With that, Vixen turns away from Pussy and moves to the opposite side of the ring.  Sam and Pussy share a look as Sam lets a smile cross her face before hearing her name called by Vixen in the ring.  Pussy watches as Sam gets in the ring and meets Vixen in the center of the ring.  The cameraman continues to film as Pussy watches beside him.  

In the ring, Vixen and Sam are talking about holds and moves.  The two bombshells lock up as Vixen then turns the collar and elbow into a headlock.  The scene fades out on the pair beginning to trade holds with the cameraman cheering them on.

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It is getting closer Melody Grace, getting closer to Blaze of Glory where you are putting your title on the line against a “Legend”

Legend…a funny word that means here someone who has reached a status that very few people can claim and has achieved many great things.  Or at least that is how Lemony Snicket would define it.  But I would have to say that I would have to agree with his assessment.  Considering that everyone that is talking about this match is talking about how you are facing a legend in the ring, that legend being me.

I get it Melody, my history in this company has basically put me in legendary status.  Let’s take a look at my achievements and then let me prove to you that the title of legend is something you need to realize means that you have to go that extra mile to take out a legend.  Just by firsts alone I have cemented my legend.   I was the first ever Bombshell triple crown winner.  I was the first Bombshell to hold two titles at the same time.  Hell I am the first wrestler in SCW to hold two titles at once.  I was the first Bombshell inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame.  I could go on and on but I don’t need to.  Those achievements speak for themselves.

I think what I really need to talk about it how I am going to be adding to my legend at Blaze of Glory.  I bet you are asking yourself how could Vixen add to her legend?  Well one way would be to beat Melody Grace to become the only Bombshell to hold the Bombshell title FOUR times?  

I bet you weren’t even thinking about that huh?  You were probably thinking that I wasn’t focusing on making history again but lucky for you, I wasn’t focused on that.  But it is going to be a nice little bonus when I beat you I have to admit.  And not being one to brag, I will probably not even have that on my mind when I step in the ring.

No, the only thing that I am going to be focused on and the only thing I am going to be worried about is you Melody.  I have seen you grow from a ditzy sidekick to a Bombshell champion in her own right.  I have seen you do some despicable things and I have seen you shine in the ring and I will give credit where credit is due.  But I also know that I am probably up against one of the toughest challenges in my career.  It is a good thing that I like challenge though so Melody, I am looking forward to this.

Maybe this is something that I need to prove to myself that I chose right when I chose to be the wife and mother I am now.  Maybe this is something that I want to validate to myself that I still have IT…whatever IT is.  And whatever happens, just know that it will mean you will have earned a tiny slice of legend yourself for actually stepping into the ring with me.  

So, let’s get in that ring at Blaze of Glory Six and burn the building down.  And if you happen to win, bravo, well done.  And if I win, well it just means that I wanted it that much more than you.

 Last week…Staggs household

Eden and Timmy are getting ready for school as Spike is putting the finishing touches on the snacks and packing them in Eden’s Disney princess lunch kit.

“Daddy,” says Eden as she pulls her foot up on her chair, the last bit of her pop tart hanging off the plate in front of her.  â€œWhat’s wrong with Mommie Vixen?  She is still in bed.”

Spike looks at his daughter as he brings her lunch to her bag.  â€œI think that Mommie Vixen is sick.  She must have gotten a really bad flu bug in her stomach.”

“Ooooo poor Mommie Vixen,” sympathizes Eden before turning at a sound at the kitchen door.  

Standing there is Vixen, one hand on the door jamb, the other held lightly on her stomach as she offers the little girl a smile.  â€œThank you petite,” she replies softly.  â€œBut it is nothing, I will be better soon.  Better that icky flu bug got me rather than you!” she teases as she brings both hands up to wiggle her fingers like she is an insect.

Giggling, Eden rushes from her chair to slam into Vixen and hug her tightly.  â€œI hope you get better Mommie Vixen.  Hey… I could stay home and look after you,” she offers with a hopeful look at Spike who smiles but shakes his head.

I would love that Eden but you need to go to school.  I will see you after…” Vixen pauses with a stricken look before rushing off, a hand quickly covering her mouth.  

Eden looks worriedly at her father.  â€œPoor Mommie Vixen, that bug must really be making her sick!”

“If she doesn’t get better soon punkin, we’ll take her to get looked at,” replies her father as he gently guides her towards the door.

The last thing heard is Eden questioning her father about if the doctor will need to use bug spray on Mommie Vixen.

This week…hotel near Fort Hood day before Climax Control

Spike is laying on the bed of the hotel room he is sharing with Vixen prior to the Climax Control that is being held in Waco Texas at Fort Hood.  The bedcovers beside him are rumpled and tossed aside.  Leaning on an elbow, Spike looks towards the bathroom where the sounds of someone dying can be heard.

“Are you ok my love?” he calls out.

A small moan is heard from the bathroom, joined by water running and then shutting off.  A very sick looking Vixen slowly makes it out of the bathroom and crawls into the bed beside Spike.  â€œI don’t know Spike…this flu is kicking my ass worse than Delia did.”

“When was the last time you ate anything?” asks Spike as Vixen snuggles next to him, gently tugging on his arm to wrap it around her.

“Last night mon amour,” replies Vixen.

“And did it stay down?” he continues only to be answered with a negative shake of Vixen’s head.  â€œYou are losing weight and I am getting worried Vix.  Get ready, you are going to the hospital and getting checked out while I get ready for Climax Control tomorrow night.”

Vixen again shakes her head as she leans up on her elbow to lightly kiss Spike.  â€œI hate hospitals, you know that Spike.  I’ll be fi…” says Vixen who then swallows quickly and with a groan, scrambles to her feet and into the washroom.

Spike follows her and stands in the doorway.  â€œYou do not have any choice now my love.  This isn’t normal for you.”

Vixen continues to suffer through this bout of dry heaves as Spike moves to hold her hair back and gently stroke her back.  Vixen straightens and wipes a hand across her lips before collapsing into Spike’s arms.  Catching her, he carries the weakened woman into the bed before calling 911 as the scene fades out.

Hospital in Waco

The ambulance rushes to the emergency room door followed by a car speeding behind it and headed towards the parking lot.  Before the car can reach a full stop, Spike Staggs rushes out of the passenger side and into the hospital as Devlin calls out to him only to be ignored.  Shaking his head, he begins to circle the parking lot trying to find a parking space.

Inside the hospital, Spike is trying to fight his way to where Vixen is but is stopped by the triage nurse who has her feet planted like a linebacker.  â€œExcuse me sir but I need you to fill out these forms for me please,” she says politely as Spike watches them wheel Vixen further away from him.

“That’s my wife,” he storms only to have the hefty nurse push the clip board into his hands.  â€œShe is going to be fine I am sure but I need you to please fill out these forms.  Besides sir, you are not allowed back there right now.”

Before Spike can shoulder his way past her, she smiles almost invitingly as she holds up the clipboard once more, digging in her heels as she mutters something about bring it on and being on the high school wrestling team.

Before he can oblige her, Spike is grabbed from behind and held in a choke hold that forces him into calming down but only slightly.  Once he calms, Devlin lets him go.

“Dude, this is a hospital, you are being way too noisy,” teases Devlin trying to get Spike’s mind off whatever he is thinking.  Spike turns angry blue eyes in Dev’s direction making him step back and hold up his hands.  â€œDamn, you look like you are ready to beat someone badly.”

Grumbling, Spike turns to the nurse and snatches the clipboard from her and heads to the plastic seats against the wall followed by Devlin.

“She’s sick and you are making jokes,” snarls Spike.  

“She’ll be fine Spike, this is Vixen we are talking about here,” Devlin replies.  â€œShe’s been in worse shape as we both know.”

“I know,” answers Spike as he slouches in the chair.  â€œAnd every time she gets like that, I worry.  I just want to protect her…”

At that moment, the doctor comes through the doors of the observation area and looks around calling out for Spike Staggs.  Spike gets to his feet and moves towards him.  â€œThat’s me,” he says as he reaches the doctor.

“Your wife is very dehydrated and I need to keep her here overnight, for observation,” the doctor informs Spike.  Spike opens his mouth to say he will stay with her but is cut off by the doctor who advises Spike that he won’t be allowed to stay.  Spike is about to argue as the doctor turns away.

“You heard the man,” says Devlin who had walked up behind Spike.  â€œLet’s go and get you ready for Climax Control.”  As he speaks, Devlin guides Spike forcefully towards the doors and out of the hospital.  

Day of Climax Control…filmed outside her hospital room…

Vixen lays quietly in the hospital bed, her hand twitching slightly as the soft beep of the IV machine can be seen with each soft red flash.  The door to her room opens to reveal the doctor who is smiling as he comes closer to her.  No sounds can be heard as the video is taken from outside her room.  The video shows the doctor saying something to Vixen that makes her smile as the scene fades out...

 

The sound of the rain against the window of the hotel was relaxing for the most part as the couple on the bed collapsed together, their soft murmuring blending with the pattering of the drops.  Vixen and Spike Staggs cuddled together sleepily in the afterglow.  Vixen’s breathing deepens in sleep as she is held close by Spike who is woken up a short time later by the jerky movements of his wife who seemed to be caught up in some kind of dream…

”You so have to join Vix,” said a girl as Vixen stared at the poster for the opening on the cheer squad.  â€œNo one is a flexible as you.”

Vixen could only laugh as she nods slowly.  â€œYeah, flexible is all I need to be,” she teases back as she pushes her lank curls back over her shoulder.  Dressed in a pair of black torn jeans and a leather jacket over a ratty tanktop and school tee, Vixen looked nothing like the girls that would be wearing the school’s colours and cheering on the football players.

“Come on, I’ll go with you,” her friend called out as Vixen had begun to walk towards the gym where the tryouts were being held.  

Walking into the gym gave Vixen a feeling of intimidation as she looks across to see the cheerleaders surrounding a girl who matched the typical look of a cheerleader, all perky and confident a definite ‘mean girl’.  Vixen shakes her head and begins to back away from the door only to be stopped by her friend.

“Don’t let that girl scare you Vix, you are the best gymnast at the school and you know it,” she says.

“Come on, look at her,” says Vixen angrily.  â€œShe’s probably just going to have to say something like rah rah and they will be handing her the spot.  Like I have any chance against something like that!”

Her competition looks over, her lip curling in disgust as she takes in Vixen who is arguing with her friend.  â€œLike will you look at that?  Grease monkey thinks that she can be a cheerleader.  Listen hun , autoshop is down the hall,” offers the young woman.  The cheerleaders all laugh at the comment and surround the girl.

“Ha ha,” taunts Vixen as she puts her toes against the heel of her boot and yanks first one foot then the other out of the boots.  â€œAutoshop is like sooo yesterday.  I want to be a cheerleader!” she exclaims as  she opens her eyes wide and simpers like a copy of the others.  â€œGo team!” she adds with a little hop and skip.

The group of cheerleaders move to the stage and sitting on it they pick up their clipboards and motion for Vixen and the other girl to move to the middle of the floor.   Looking at Vixen, they rhyme off a tumbling routine for her to do.  Stepping back with a smirk, Vixen walks to the large black line on the floor then with a nod to the group of girls, she executes the moves in order with finesse, landing right in front of the other girl who glances at her fingernails in boredom and sweeps the legs out from under Vixen and then holds her hand in front of her mouth in surprise.

“Hey!” screams the friend of Vixen as she charges across the gym.  Getting to her feet, Vixen stops her friend, motioning for her to be quiet as the other girl is given her routine which is quite easier than what Vixen had to do.

After the girl walks though the cheer with little or no enthusiasm, she is treated to a standing ovation from the squad.  Realizing that the fix was in, Vixen reaches down to grab her jacket and is about to walk away when she is stopped by the newest cheerleader.

“The best won you know,” she says with a sneer.  â€œConsidering that you are so clumsy and nothing to look at, the team needs real inspiration, not a grubby ratfaced punk like you.”

Vixen smirks slowly.  â€œReally…care to back that talk up?” she suggests.

“Why should I?” asks the cheerleader.

Vixen gets right up and personal with the girl.  â€œBecause I don’t take too kindly to chiennes like you talking to me like that.”

Shoving at Vixen, the girl sends her backwards for only a moment before the group of cheerleaders surround Vixen and begin to taunt her as their newest member slaps and kicks at Vixen who starts to fight back only to be swarmed by the squad and beaten and kicked.

“Stop!” screams Vixen as she covers her head trying to prevent any more damage to her body.  Suddenly as the attack started, it stops as the cheerleaders stick their noses in the air and walk away from the bloody Vixen.

“New queen of the school just laid your ass out,” whispers the last cheerleader with a final kick to Vixen.  â€œYou are nothing, absolutely nothing!”

Feebly, Vixen looks up out of a rapidly closing black eye.

“I am somebody!” she mutters as she gets to her feet slowly before screaming it again…

“I’M SOMEBODY!” cries Vixen as she sits up in the bed, her eyes unfocused for a moment.  

Beside her Spike sits up and grabs Vixen as she falls sobbing into his arms.  â€œOf course you are my love,” he murmurs as he sweeps a hand down Vixen’s sweat soaked hair in an attempt to calm her.  Her tears tear at his heart as he wonders just what it was that made her think she wasn’t.  â€œWant to talk about it Vix?” he asks with concern only to have Vixen reach up and kiss him slowly.

“It was just a silly dream mon cher,” she whispers.  â€œI think it was a movie plot that I remember watching I think,” she adds with a slight chuckle that isn’t too convincing.  Honestly, it’s nothing.  Just hold me and I will be fine, I promise,” she says as she gently pushes Spike back and then rests her head against his chest.  â€œLike I said, it was just a dream.”

And one that she promised herself she won’t be reliving anytime soon.



Vixen walks into a room, a screen and a microphone stand are there waiting.  In front of her is a box that she opens to reveal a karaoke machine.  Pulling a cd out of a pocket, she slides it into the machine and then presses the door closed.

“As you can guess Delia,” she begins, addressing the camera as if her opponent stood right in front of her.  â€œI came down here to this karaoke bar before it opened with a rather strange request.  See, I could sing this song I found in my collection that perfectly matched you and what our match is all about at Violent Conduct.  I mean I would sing it but I am pretty sure that you would revile me for it because you would say I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket so I am going to let the singers of the song sing it but as they do, I am going to be screening something for you and your little group of ‘Mean Girls’.  So shall we begin then?  Oh and by the way, the name of the song…The Pretender by the Foo Fighters.”

With that comment, Vixen presses play on the stereo and then with the flick of her wrist, she presses play on the remote for the screen as a video starts to play.  Soft strains of sound begin to play as on the screen a tale of the tape is beginning to play listing out Vixen’s and Delia’s stats.

“This song Delia, it speaks to me about our match, “ says Vixen over the music as on the screen a Delia match is playing showing Delia cheating to win in a split screen with a Vixen match is finished with the Fall from Grace.

The chorus of the song plays…

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

“That right there is a good questions Delia,” states Vixen with a soft smile as behind her a montage of Vixen wrestling moves are executed on the screen.  â€œI am sure you will agree Delia, I am not like the others at all.  I am not just another one of your plays that you may well consider me.  See, there isn’t anyone on this bombshell roster that can claim to have done what I have.  Well, there is one that I do have to give props to…Misty of course was the first ever Bombshell champion and a three time one at that.  But even she doesn’t have the achievements that I have.”

Vixen pauses again as scenes from Delia matches are aired showing just how little Delia can claim of fame.  â€œThe song Delia talks about you being the pretender.  And you are a pretender because believe you me, the only thing you can do is talk about how you are the best and how you dominate.  Granted you are undefeated here in SCW but tell me pretender…did you do that on your own? Fraid not chienne,” says Vixen as she once again lets the music play.

“I wonder Delia what you might be thinking right about now?” offers Vixen as she looks up into the screen where the two of them are shown in match after match.  â€œI wonder if you are thinking of how you can get around the stipulation of the match and sneak out the win with a little help from your friends.  Or are you thinking of underestimating me because you know you are better than I am?  Are you doubting yourself about how you are going to be able to face one of the greatest bombshells in the history of SCW.  A bombshell that has won every bombshell title in the federation, the only wrestler in SCW that has worn two titles at the same time, does it get into your mind that I am who I say I am and at Violent Conduct you will be stepping into the ring with a woman that does not intend to surrender her title lightly.  So let me finish by saying…”

Vixen stops and with an intent look into the camera, she begins to sing along with the song.

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

With that Vixen smiles before waving at the camera then walking away.  On the screen is the image of Vixen holding the title as Delia seems to watch from her side of the screen.  Suddenly from behind the camera, Vixen’s voice can be heard

“You’re the pretender Delia…remember that!  Because I am the real Bombshell champion and you will never be.”

 Vixen wanders along the hallway of the house she shares with Spike and the kids, her attention seemingly focused on the open wedding magazine in her hands.  Spike spies her and with a grin, he yanks her into his lap as she passes near his chair in the living room.  With a squeak of surprise, Vixen swats at Spike for startling her as his rich laughter mingles with her comedic, trying hard to be annoyed growl of disapproval.

“A penny for your thoughts my love,” murmurs Spike as he nuzzles against her shoulder, settling her better in his embrace on his lap.

“Truth?” she replies softly.

“Always Vixen, always between us,” he returns before kissing her.

Vixen revels in the kiss, her sigh of pleasure captured in her throat.  Finally breaking the kiss Vixen smiles.  â€œI am actually thinking about a couple of things.”  Her eyes drop to the magazine in her lap, the cover showing a bride smiling coyly into a light pink and white ball of blooms in her hands.  â€œFirstly the wedding of course,” she says.

“Of course,” echoes Spike as he caresses along her thigh.  â€œAnd...”

Vixen’s smile changes to a smirk as their eyes meet.  â€œOkay, I am thinking about what happened to Misty and helping her get some payback on the Mean Girls, especially how they are treating Misty, Timmy, you and me, basically everyone that isn’t them.”

“I’m a big boy Vix and I can look after myself but Timmy on the other hand...” Spike lets the comment hang in the air for the moment.

“I know that now with Timmy being egged on by his new “friends”, he has to be able to be his own man but it just drives me insane how they are trying to drive a wedge between him and you.  I mean honestly, I watch how they are acting on Twitter and I just...”

“You need to stop watching Twitter and you need to focus on what is important here.  And that is the family and our wedding,” says Spike as his hand caresses Vixen’s cheek, turning her face towards him.  â€œNow, you haven’t told me how or where you want to get married.  And in my humble groom opinion, it should be sooner than later.”

Vixen giggles.  â€œAre you that eager to be taken off the singles list?” Vixen teases.

“No, eager to get my ring on your finger and you off the old maid’s list,” Spike replies teasingly only to be followed by an oomph of released breath as Vixen smacks him on the chest.

“I am NOT old,” huffs Vixen as she glares at Spike.  â€œBut seriously love, have you given any thought to how we are going to have the wedding?  I mean the last time you tried to get married on Climax Control, it didn’t go too well.”

“All I know is that I want to marry you,” insists Spike “whether that means in the middle of the ring or some big church or on a beach somewhere.  That is what I want.  Don’t you want to have it on the show?  You know, a big blowout, the fans watching…everything like that?”

Vixen ponders that thought for a moment.  â€œWelll…that might be interesting and Eden and I already have our dresses,” says Vixen as she tilts her head.  â€œBut wouldn’t that just be anti-climactic after all the drama we have been through?”

Spike lowers his eyes, nodding his head in agreement. After all, the last time he attempted something like that, he found himself with a sore crotch, and months of endless drinking to forget it.  Spike looks up, an angry expression etched upon his features. "I think I would go bat shit if those disgusting Mean Girls came out and tried to ruin this. I would lose my job for striking a woman... if you can even call them that."

“You wouldn’t even have a chance with Misty and I out there,” adds Vixen as she caresses Spike’s cheek in an attempt to calm him down.  â€œBesides, the only ones I really want there are Eden and Timmy and Misty and Jamie and…Devlin and Connor and…” Vixen rushes to her feet and heads to the counter where a small journal is resting then opens it to begin writing.

Spike quickly changes his tune, choosing not to allow them to ruin his happiness any further.  "... and Tommy, and uncle Erik, and NXT members if they can make it..." Spike winks at Vixen, showing her that his mood has changed for the better. He wraps his arms around her, coming behind her so that she can nuzzle her head against his chest and under his chin.

“If you want to have it on Climax Control, I am okay with it but...” says Vixen as she lays her head back against his shoulder.  â€œWhy not just make it for our long list of friends.  And I think that having it out of the limelight would be the better idea.  That way we won’t have to deal with crashers like the Mean Girls.  And we will tell Timmy that there are no Mean Girls allowed ok?”

"The way he has been acting lately, I wouldn't be surprised if he used them as his 'plus one'.   Seven women, but one brain. Would that count as one?" Spike snickers as he tries not to let the situation upset him any further.  He gently rocks from side to side with Vixen in his arms.  "I'm liking the idea of an off camera wedding more and more as I think about it."

“You and me both,” agrees Vixen.  Straightening, she quickly turns in Spike’s arms.  â€œAre you thinking what I am thinking my love?”  Vixen’s smile is matched by the gleam in her eyes as she looked up into his eyes.  â€œWhy don’t we do it off camera?”

Spike smiles, leaning down to allow his lips to linger close to hers.  He gently whispers. "I was thinking the same thing. An intimate ceremony is the perfect way to make our union official. We can celebrate with the fans at the show afterward." Spike presses his lips against Vixen's, not allowing her the time to respond right away.



A room where the only piece of furniture is a high backed chair appears to be empty.  Suddenly, a cough catches the attention of the cameraman who was standing just outside the door.  Turning quickly, he is approached by Vixen who is dressed in a pair of dark tights and a silver and red halter.  Over her shoulder, the Bombshell title rested lightly, one hand caressing it as she smiled.

“You ready to get this,” asks Vixen.  â€œI do have something to say to Mercedes Vargas and Delia.”

The cameraman nods as he moves to frame the chair in the camera’s lens.  Vixen follows and then takes a seat in the chair and taking her belt off her shoulder she lays it over her lap and keeps her hands on it.  The cameraman nods at Vixen who then begins to speak.

“Mercedes Vargas, I guess congratulations are in order.  You have sunk to a new low when you became another lemming in the group known as the Mean Girls.  I mean don’t get me wrong, it suits you quite well but,” Vixen says with a smile, “the only thing it did for you is put you into the crosshairs of the bombshells that have real problems with Delia and her group of sorry groupies.  Bombshells like Misty and Amy and Electra and myself.”

Crossing her legs, she leans forward towards the camera.  â€œI also had to smile last week when I saw you joined the group.  But my smile was quickly erased when I found out that my first match back after the major bloody battle that I had with Odette at into the Void was a title defense against someone that didn’t even deserve it.  I mean I could have faced anyone but I don’t know whose rear you needed to kiss to get this opportunity but I think you should have asked for something easier than facing me for my belt.”

“Seeing that you get to step in the ring and try to take my title and I do mean try,” she states vehemently, “I have nothing but the belief that I am the most deserving woman to wear the Bombshell title because I am the only one that has gone through hell and back against some of the toughest Bombshells to keep this title.  And I have done what has been needed to win and this week I will be making my return to the ring to fight you for the title.  And with your new buddies, are you ready to get bloody for this title?  Are you willing to get your hands dirty or break a nail to take the championship from me?”

“Mercedes, I am more than ready to get in the ring and show you up close and personally how difficult it will be to take my title,” says Vixen before she smiles and face palms herself with a laugh.  â€œI’m sorry, not difficult, completely impossible Mercedes.  I am not going to let you or any of your cronies get anywhere near my title.  And I see that my new number one contender gets to join you at the ring.  Well I want to let Delia know that if she wants to get involved then let her get froggy and jump but when she does, then she is going to be put down like the toadie she is.  I won’t hesitate to give her my full attention if she attracts it.”

“But you Mercedes, you are going to be Climax Control’s newest victim of the Bombshell champion and that is a promise, not a threat,” vows Vixen.

With that, Vixen sits back and smiles and gives the cameraman a wink.  â€œGot that?” she asks and is responded to with a thumbs up.  Getting to her feet, Vixen pats the shoulder of the cameraman as she leaves the room.  

 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.

 Everyone talks about what matters in their life.  Does it mean being worshipped or needing the adulation of people that subjugate themselves for someone who has delusions of grandeur, or is it much simpler than that?  Is it wanting to win, surviving a life without needing to define one’s self by other people’s standards or just simply making a truth out of lies.

To Vixen, what matters most to her is the fact that she is surrounded by love, family and friends.  She gets her strength from the people around her.  She is enveloped in a circle of happiness that feeds her desires in the ring and satisfies them over and over again.  She is a partner to one, somewhat of a hero to another, the love of someone’s life and to the universe of Sin City Wrestling, she IS the two time Bombshell champion and the only Bombshell Triple crown champion the federation has had in its history.

Wednesday March 19…

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…happy birthday dear Eden,” chorus a group of people sitting around a table as a little girl in an Ariel princess dress and the crown her mother gave her claps with excitement.  On either side her, Vixen and Misty lift a candle blazing cake over her head and in front of the birthday girl.

“Blow out the candles Eden,” says Misty with a smile on her face.

“And make a wish petite,” adds Vixen in her soft French accent.

Squishing up her face as her eyes close tight, Eden thinks for a moment before her eyes open and she huffs noisily at the candles burning in front of her.  Pride shows in her grin as all the candles sputter and send up the soft wafting smoke of being extinguished.  Around her, everyone is cheering and chattering as magically, presents start to pile up opposite the cake.

As Spike and Timmy begin to help Eden open her gifts and Jamie’s son plays with a piece of paper, waving it like a flag before a bull, Vixen moves towards the kitchen and pulls open the freezer.  Shutting it, she comes face to face with a serious looking Misty.

“Okay Vix, I know that face,” she says as her arms cross over her chest.  

“Face, what face?” asks Vixen as she ducks her head and moves to the counter to open the ice cream in her hand.

“Do you want to share or should I beat it out of you?” Misty adds teasingly.  “You aren’t your normal self.”

“If you must know, it is the Supercard that has me thinking and well, it is a serious match that I am in that night,” Vixen says as she pries the top off the ice cream.  “I mean look at what happened last year.  I was Bombshell champion going into Blaze of Glory and then what happened?”

Misty has the grace to look sheepishly at Vixen for a moment.  “Think that you are going to repeat last year and lose the title huh?  Why do you do that to yourself?” she asks as she leans against the counter in front of Vixen.  “That is probably half the reason you keep losing your titles, you psyche yourself out and that allows your opponent to beat you.”

“Can I help it Misty,” growls Vixen.  “Last year I had you beat then you pulled out the win and took my title.  It was a hook or crook moment and you took it.  This year, Necra is definitely going to do the same thing because she NEEDS the title I wear.   I on the other hand have the chance to be that much closer to being the two time Triple Crown bombshell champion,” says Vixen slowly.

“Hold on to that thought and use it,” Misty urges Vixen.  The pair moves towards the table where Spike holds out his hands for the ice cream and the scoop that is handed to him by Vixen.  Eden pulls the two over to the table where her presents are sitting amid a pile of paper and gift bags.

“Look Mommie and Mommie Vixen…I gots so much stuff!” exclaims the small girl.  “But something’s missing…”

Misty and Vixen share a look.  “What is missing petite?” asks Vixen softly, her arms going around the little girl’s shoulders.  

“I wanted a…” Eden begins before leaning up and whispering in Vixen’s ear.  Misty leans down enough to hear the whispered request.   Spike looks at both women who are sharing a smile.

“What did she want?” he questions only to have Vixen stand up and wrap her arms around his neck.  “That is between her and I,” Vixen says with a wink to Eden who giggles.  “Besides, I already knew what it was that she wanted and it is something we will be getting tomorrow.”

“WE WILL!” squeals Eden who rushes towards Vixen to wrap her arms around her waist, hugging tightly.  Spike can’t help but laugh.  “You spoil her,” he says as he kneels down to Eden.  “Gonna tell Daddy what it is you want munchkin?”

Eden gives her father a “know it all” look and raises her nose in the air.  “Nuh uh, Mommie Vixen and I will show you tomorrow!” she exclaims.  “It is going to be a surprise!”

“That’s right,” Vixen adds.  The two girls giggle as Spike narrows his eyes to try and pry their secret away from them.  When he realizes he can’t he throws his hands up in the air and shakes his head.  “So who wants cake?” he asks as Eden rushes to the table followed by Spike.

Misty hangs back and grabs Vixen by the arm.  “You over the psyche out you are doing to yourself?” she asks serious for a moment.  “This match is going to be yours at the supercard Vixen and don’t think otherwise.  Just be happy it isn’t me you are facing.”

“Oh you know I am Misty,” replies Vixen with a smirk.  “And knowing it is Necra, I am going to have to dig down into a place that I haven’t been for a long long time and that might not be a good thing.”

“What place?” Misty asks worriedly.

“Better you not know,” answers Vixen with a look that is all intensity.  “Place where my life began and I finally realized that I was someone that could overcome anything.  My baptism of fire so to speak,” she adds as she moves towards the table.  “I figure that when I step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I am going to be going to war for the belts.  And as a former soldier, I have all the tools to end Necra’s dream of winning MY title.  I just have two words for her...bonne chance!”

With that said, Vixen and Misty join the family to finish celebrating Eden’s birthday.


Defining Vixen

Vixen actually setting up a camera and talking to it is something that most people expect.  Actually come to enjoy and revel in her snappy comebacks and one liners.  Today however, this is a serious Vixen as she sets up the camera in what looks like the nave of a church and focuses it on the altar where the priest would be standing.  Sitting on the altar is what looks like an Egyptian reliquary.

“Necra, I want to talk to you seriously considering that you are taking this challenge to my title serious.  I know you consider yourself a goddess, some would say the goddess of death,” Vixen says into the camera.  “I have come to see that you take yourself religiously iconic.  And that is why at Blaze of Glory, I am going back to my iconoclastic self.”

Vixen smiles as she picks up the reliquary and caresses it slowly.  Looking down at her hands, she bravely strokes the head of Anubis that is engraved on the piece of pottery.

“I don’t know if you know what an iconoclast is Necra so I am going to spell it out for you,” offers Vixen as she turns slightly to the side and picks up a small IPad to reveal Merriam Webster on the screen.  Setting the reliquary down, Vixen uses her index finger to type in the word then turns the screen back to the camera as the definition of iconoclast appears on the screen.

“Says here that  iconoclast is a noun that is defined as one, a person who destroys religious images or opposes their veneration or two, a person who attacks settled beliefs or institutions,” reads Vixen with a slight smile.  “Which do you think I think I am?  Actually, which one do you think I am going to be in that ring at Blaze of Glory?  Let me give you a hint Necra…I am going to be the person that will destroy the religious figure that you are and will give all those who venerate you something to think about.  I don’t believe that you, oh goddess, will be able to affect me enough to take my title or stop me from taking yours.  This battle we are going into isn’t going to be a fight, not even going to be a war.  This is going to be the utter devastation that only a crusade will fulfill.  And if you don’t remember what I was like in my last crusade, maybe you need to talk to Parand Ara about it.”

Vixen smiles again as she sets the IPad down and once more picks up the reliquary.  

“You know I have done something that no other bombshell in the federation has done.  I have won every bombshell title,” Vixen boasts softly.  “I am the only triple crown bombshell with a couple of bombshells breathing down my neck and at my achievement.  One of them is going to get the chance to try to take the title, isn’t that right Necra.  If you can beat me and take the belt that you seem to think I don’t deserve to wear, you will join me in the rarified atmosphere of being a triplecrown winner.  You fight for glory, you consider the title belts another accessory like your clothes and jewelry.”

Vixen reaches for something lying beside her.  Pulling it upward, the Bombshell title is revealed.  Pulling it closer to her chest, Vixen once more looks at the camera.

“This belt isn’t about glory,” she says quietly…menacingly.  “This belt is my life.  This belt defines me, because I live, breath and bleed for this title.  Outside of the ring, I have Spike and my family and friends and I am Vixen Lefebvre.”  That brings a smile to soften Vixen’s face.  Her face changes as she holds up the belt “But in that ring, under those lights, this is who I am, the iconoclast that is going to defy death herself.”

Vixen looks at the belt in one hand and the reliquary in the other.  Suddenly without warning, Vixen uses the belt to smash the pottery.  Dust and shards of the reliquary fall to the floor as Vixen’s hand is left holding something small and wizened in her hand.  Faintly, a heartbeat can seem to be heard from it.

“This little nugget of a heart that you seem to hide from everyone in your quest to be considered a goddess, it is going to be broken at Blaze of Glory,” vows Vixen as she crushes it in her hand then turns it sideways to let the remains trickle out of her slightly open fist.  “I am coming to the supercard with everything that I need to defeat you.  And what I don’t bring with me, well, let’s just say that when I step in the ring with you Necra, I may just be inspired to drag you down and end your dreams of immortality.  Once we step in the ring Necra, it isn’t going to be Goddess versus a Fox…it is going to be the Iconoclast destroying YOU and taking your title.”

Vixen then moves towards the camera, her title still in her hand as she reaches up for the camera with the other.  Before she clicks the camera off Vixen lifts it to focus directly on her face where her eyes flash with something almost feral.  

“Time to pray to whatever gods you need to Necra,” says Vixen.  “But be warned, they won’t be able to save your title at Blaze of Glory.”

As her voice fades, she presses stop on the camera sending the feed 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.

 Jan 2, 2014 (hometown visit)

“Remind me again why we are here...” huffs a cold Connor Murphy, before blowing on his bare hands and stuffing them deep into his jacket pockets to fight off the chance of frostbite that he is sure that he is going to suffer.  “It’s colder than a witch’s tit,” he adds as he turns to look at the street before turning back to his friend standing in front of a door jingling keys in a locked door of a darkened house.

Devlin Lefebvre gives his friend a peeved look as he struggles to pull a set of keys out of the door that he opened.  “I told Vix that I would check on the place and since you decided to be an annoyance, I thought that I would get your help.  After all I am going to be managing you in Sin City Wrestling and this is the perfect opportunity to be getting ready for any more losses.”

Connor pushes his way past Devlin and into the foyer of the house.  Reaching along the wall, he manages to find a light switch and flips it.  The soft light reveals the rather empty hallway and staircase.  “I have to get back to Vegas soon because if I end up a Connor-cicle and can’t wrestle, I am blaming you.”

“Of course you will,” replies Devlin as he shuts the door and locks it.  “I always took the blame for everything we did when we were younger, why should things change?”

The grin that Connor offers his friend only brings on a chuckle from Devlin before his good natured swat at the head of Murphy gets the pair into a sparring match of headlocks and slaps.  Their good natured verbal jabs get louder and louder as each tries to get the better of the other.

Neither sees the shadowy form coming down the stairs, one hand rubbing at her eyes.  SCW bombshell Vixen can’t believe the pair of fools tussling in her front hallway.  “ENOUGH!” she exclaims in her no nonsense voice only heard in the military.  Both men stop and stare as she makes her way down the stairs the final few steps in a pair of fuzzy pyjama pants and an NXT tee.

“What are you doin’ here?” asks Connor, his brogue lilting in the hallway.  “Dev said you were at Spike’s for the holidays.”

“I was but you know me, had tickets for hockey and didn’t want to waste them.  And here I am, in my own house with Spike sleeping upstairs…” states the woman as she pushes her two toned hair behind her shoulders.  “The two of you can just get back to where it was you were staying while you are here.”

Devlin shakes his head.  “That’s right here sis,” he says with a sheepish grin. “So we’ll go downstairs and you just toddle back off to your man upstairs…”

Connor grabs the back of Devlin’s jacket as he mutters his agreement.  The pair head towards the basement door as Vixen sighs and heads back upstairs.  Sliding quietly into the room, she slips back into bed only to be pulled close to an awakened Spike who grins in the pale moonlight streaming though the frost covered window.

“Do you know that your brother is an ass right,” he says in the most deadpan voice she has ever heard.  “It is like…” Spike pauses to check out the time on the clock as it flashes.  “It’s three in the damn morning!”

“I know and trust me, I am so not happy about it.   I should have let him know we were coming here for the Winnipeg game tonight.  At least I will be glad to get back home with Eden and Timmy and leave the Saints wannabees here in Canada.  I miss them so much and we have to thank Misty for letting us celebrate your birthday then for the two of us coming up here for the game,” says Vixen with a sleepy smile as she snuggles in closer to Spike, shivering with a slight chill.

“I can’t wait to get back either,” Spike agrees as he begins to allow his hands to rove over Vixen under the covers..  “However, since we are up…in more ways than one…”

Vixen giggles as Spike waggles his eyebrows at her.  The pair snuggles down under the duvet as the view moves to the flashing light of the clock once more as the scene fades out.


Jan 8, 2014 (Eden and Vixen shopping and talking shop)

The sign over the store read ‘Build a bear’ as Eden and Vixen move towards it.  In one hand, Vixen has a small pink and red velvet bag with cherry red satin ribbon handles and entwined VS on the side.  The other is being tugged by the small young girl who is chattering away.

“Mommie Vixen, it was awesome being at Mommy’s house.  She and Seth are happy now that I got them to be,” boasts Eden with a superior smile.  Vixen hides her smile at the child’s prideful boast.  The pair starts to walk along the bins of empty bears trying to decide what bear that it would be.  Reaching into a bin holding a pink penguin, Vixen holds it up and waves it for Eden.

“Nooo,” says the little girl critically as she tilts her head to give the penguin the once over.  “That is not right,” she adds before moving towards a bin holding My Little Pony bodies.  Pulling a Princess Twilight Sparkle out of the bin, Eden holds it up with a squealing giggle.  “This one Mommie Vixen, this one!”

Nodding, Vixen agrees to the choice and guides Eden to the big machine that has teddy bear fluff floating inside.  A helpful store employee is there to take the body of the pony and kneel down to Eden’s level.  “This pony is a great choice so let’s get ready to make your new friend.  I just need your name,” the employee says as she pulls out a black sharpie and poises it over the cardboard name plate hanging from the ear of Twilight Sparkle.

“My name’s Eden,” the little girl replies, a wave of shyness making her lean closer to Vixen for a moment before the friendliness of the employee wins her over.

“Did you want a heart for your pony?” asks the employee as she points to the basket of small satiny hearts.  Eden looks them over then picks out a purple heart that she holds up to the employee.  The employee shakes her head and then leads Eden through a small exercise with the heart to get her help in creating a warm heart for her stuffed friend.  

Vixen is leaning back against the back of a chair near the machine as Eden fills up her pony after a scent disk of Strawberry is added to the hoof of the pony.  She is surprised by Pussy Willow who spies her from outside the store.

“Imagine this,” says the interviewer as she begins to paw through her rather large purse looking for something.  “I was so going to try and get a hold of you Vixen.  We need to talk girl about the match you have this week.  Once again you are main eventing and this time it is to defend your Bombshell tag titles with Misty.  What do you have to say about that…AHA!”

Pulling out a small video camera, Pussy brings it upwards, fiddling with the on off switch as Vixen rolls her eyes and shakes her head.  “I think that it is a gift Pussy.  I mean really, if you look at it like the fact that my birthday is so close to the show and everything and well even though I wasn’t expecting anyone to know about it, they…”

Pussy looks at Vixen before the proverbial light bulb goes off.  “It’s your birthday?  Oh em gee…happy birthday Vixen!  I mean how old are you now and what are you getting for your birthday from that man of yours?”  Pussy gives Vixen the once over, taking in the Victoria Secret bag in her hand.  “Ooooo nevermind, I already know.  But I wouldn’t expect you to be in here today when you have a title defense this weekend, against the Foshan Bombshells no less.  They are your biggest fans and your biggest competition in the tag division right now.   Does that scare you to know that you could very well lose your titles so close to your birthday?”

Vixen just smiles as her head moves back and forth as she can’t believe what she is hearing.  “I do not think that this weekend Misty and I will be losing our titles,” Vixen says as she spares a look at Eden who is hug testing the softness of her pony.  “Misty and I are on the same page now and between the two of us, we are on track to retain the titles.”

“Even though Misty has basically said she is hanging her boots up and retiring sometime this year.  Does this mean that you are going to have to work double hard to keep the titles around your waists so you don’t lose the gold and Misty then retires?” asks Pussy who continues to film Vixen.

“Misty made her announcement and I can’t say that I don’t believe she still has a lot of wrestling left in her.  Just like Spike does but she is a grown up and it is her decision and I respect that.  Don’t get me wrong, I would love to continue to team with her for as long as she steps between the ropes,” replies Vixen as she is joined by Eden who has finished her pony.  “Now if you will excuse me, we are going to finish shopping and then do lunch.”

Pussy follows Vixen as she and Eden head towards the My Little Pony section for clothing for the stuffed pony.  “Vixen, honestly though, what are your thoughts on the main event this week and facing the Foshan Bombshells to defend your titles?” asks the reporter.

Vixen turns only to find the camera shoved into her face.  “Listen I know this is a big match.  I know the Foshan Bombshells are going to be ready and willing to take the titles and I know for a fact that if I don’t focus in the ring, that could be the very thing that happens.  But what I do know right here and now is that the Foshan bombshells are a tough pair of bombshells that will give Misty and I a good match,” states Vixen before letting her gaze fall for a moment to hide the fire in her eyes.  “And I know for a fact that Song and Orchid are a pair of women that fight with honour and pride and would be great champions.  The operative word is would be because at Climax Control, they are going to realize that Misty and I are not ready to let go of our titles and simply put, she and I are the best bombshell tag team in the business today and the titles around our waist only proves it.”

“Mommie Vixen, are you going to get a bear too?” demands the little girl after choosing her outfit for her pony.  I know exactly which one you should get.”  Taking Vixen by the hand, Eden drags her towards the bins where she moves quickly to where she pulls out a purplish and blue teddy with a heart shaped tummy.  From behind Vixen, Pussy Willow’s aww of cuteness can be heard.  “You gotta get this one!”

Vixen agrees with Eden and then moves to start her own bear making.  Choosing a heart and the scentiment of Cotton Candy for her bear, she asks Eden to help the employee make her bear as she turns to Pussy Willow who brings the camera up once more.

“I recently saw that a certain bombshell newcomer has taken it into her head to get into yours,” says Pussy.  “Delia has implied that you are plastic and less than her.  Your response?”

Vixen snorts at the comment.  “My response,” she replies with a chuckle, “I don’t even think it deserves a response.  Oh I will be replying via Twitter but I really have to overcome my gag reflex at her comments and lame attempt to push my buttons.  I have my focus on my title defense but once that is over, Delia will have my attention.”

Eden gets Vixen’s attention and with a shrug of helplessness, Vixen waves goodbye to the interviewer and joins Eden as the pair begins to shop for an outfit for Vixen’s bear.