Post-show Locker Room Debrief

The Vixens are seated on benches as head trainers Steve and Corey debrief them on their performances for the evening.



“First up, Kyra, you shouldn’t be too sad that you lost. Emily wanted me to personally congratulate you on a hard match, and that a rematch will always be available.”



Kyra bites her lip, still looking dejected as the only match tonight lost (well, if you don’t count Alyssa vs. Alexis). Rest of stablemates Nina, Luisana and Hannah pile on the praise as well, saying she shouldn’t feel bad for a good performance. “Thanks guys,” Kyra manages.



Corey then squares his shoulders. “Next - Nina - a dominant performance over Gomes. I liked the way you controlled your emotions and demolished her bit by bit. Congrats on overcoming your losing streak, by the way!”



Steve continues. “And Luisana, also a measured performance against Jessica. You showed her that age does matter.” He pauses, before continuing. “And thank you for… interferring at the end of that next match. It was… necessary.”



“Where is Alexis?” Corey enquires accusingly.



Just then, locker room doors slam open with metal clang as Alexis makes entrance with both hands raised high.



“The champ is here!!” she laughs and sits herself down front. “Whaddimiss?”



Cold stares from fellow stablemates as they wait for head trainers to say something. Instead, Kyra speaks up ventures admonishingly, “What you did to Alyssa was inexcusable. She’s your stablemate and you wanting to humiliate her in the ring was not professional and an embarrassment to everyone in the audience.”



Alexis stunned for a moment, before trying to laugh it off and mocking bck. “Excuse me? At least I won my match, didn’t I?”



“Say that to my face b*tch.” Kyra explodes as the girls stand up and stare-down.



“THAT’S ENOUGH. SIT DOWN.” Corey quickly shuts down the situation.


“And secondly,” Alexis pouts as she sits. “It’s the b*tch who started it! Where IS dear ASS-lyssa anyways?”



“She’s resting and recuperating in the steam room.” Corey replies, as Alexis rolls her eyes. “In fact, I would like you to personally go in there after to apologise.”



Alexis doesn’t respond, bites her lip as eyes clearly flash with anger.



“Regardless,” Steve interjects, “All of you performed exceptionally well tonight. It was a great start to our stable’s success, and I think our GM would agree with that. Now go take the night off and (try) NOT to get into any more fights?” Steve winks as the Vixens cheerfully exit the locker room.



Corey points to Alexis, still pouting in the corner. “You. Steam room. Now.”



“Alright, alright, alright.” Alexis unfolds her arms across chest and exits.





Steve opens the door to the steam room as hot vapour escapes. As he takes a few steps in, he calls out, “Hey, Alexis, Alyssa, you guys still in here?”



Instead of a reply, Steve hears groans coming from within, followed by the sound of fists hitting flesh. As he turns the corner, there is Alexis and Alyssa by the far wall - sweat-stained and bodies pinned together, Alexis slamming her fist into Alyssa’s reddened belly over and over again. The blonde suddenly notices Steve standing there, in stunned silence. She winks once with a smirk, before hushing him with a finger to lips.



But that’s a story for another time and place…