Chapter 63: Beware the Vixen

All the WWE superstars had finally gotten back to the US, and were happy about it. There was a lot of commotion due to Backlash, and the rumors going around about Lauren's attack from Snitsky. It didn't bother her as much as she thought it would, since she was too busy thinking about the perfect revenge on him. What happened, happened, and nobody could change that. She didn't plan to either, she simply planned on making both Snitsky and Trish suffer, each at their own time.

Both her and Batista had checked into another hotel on Wednesday afternoon. Lauren figured they should hit the gym to get back on track for Backlash. They had been there for about an hour when Batista left to go get some bottled water for both of them. Lauren went back to the punching bag, when she heard an irritating laugh behind her.

"So poor little Vixen got beat up by big old Snitsky. Aw you poor thing, maybe you'd better forfeit your match with me at Backlash," Trish chortled. Vixen slowly turned around to face her, seeing the gold on her shoulder. "Let's face it Vixen, you're in no condition to fight me, or beat me for that matter. Hell, I'll bet you just told everyone he attacked you, when you really slept with him. And people call me a slut? Well how about you go back to whatever little hole you came from and remember that you can't beat me!" Trish stated. No words escaped Vixen's lips as she threw down her gloves and speared Trish to the floor. Batista heard Trish's screams from outside and ran in to find Vixen pummeling Trish mercilessly.

"Lauren!" Batista called out, only to see her continuing to punch Trish. Batista had to wrap his arms around her waist from behind and rip her off of Trish.

Trish sprinted to her feet and started heading for the door. "Don't you dare think for one minute that I'm going to lose to a bitch like you!" Vixen yelled, trying to fight Batista off of her. "This was nothing compared to what I'll do to you at Backlash!" Trish was now gone, and Batista had finally let Vixen go.

"What the hell happened?" Batista asked, a little turned on as the scene replayed in his head. Vixen went over what had taken place, making Batista's blood boil as hot as hers. "Don't worry, you'll get her at Backlash."

"Who says I was worried?" Vixen chuckled with a wink. She quickly took a swig of water and went back to punching. Batista forgot all about his workout and watched the fire burning in her eyes as she attacked the bag.

"Hmm, I wonder," Batista pondered out loud.

"What's that?" Vixen asked as she continued punching.

"Well I saw how you fared against Trish, but I wonder how well you'd handle yourself against me?" he smirked crossing his arms over his chest. This definitely brought the punches to a stop. Vixen turned to face him, a brow raised.

"Well judging by past experiences I seem to handle myself very well," she smirked in return, slowly removing her gloves. Batista simply raised a brow as well, not expecting the spear to come from her at lightening speed. It was actually strong enough to knock him onto the ground. "Still have your doubts?" she panted while straddling his hips. Her victory was short-lived when he flipped them over to trade positions.

"A few," he chuckled. Before he could pin down her wrists, Vixen used his shoulders to push herself out from underneath him. She quickly put him into a weak headlock.

"Well we're just going to have to do something about that won't we?" she asked, laughing at him 'passing out'. "Ladies and gentleman, he's about to pass out! He needs to fight out of this if he has any chance!" Vixen announced. Before she knew it, Batista had wrapped both arms around her and lifted her into the air. He looked about to perform a sidewalk slam, but didn't slam her into the mat. Instead he set her down gently, Vixen faking the impact. "Vixen's down!" she gasped. Batista went for the cover, only to have Vixen kick out at two. "What's it gonna take to keep Vixen down?"

"My thoughts exactly," Batista laughed rolling his eyes.

"I could think of a few things," Vixen smirked. Batista was quickly rolled over, again with Vixen straddling his hips. Before he could even try to fight back, Vixen kissed him heatedly. Batista simply laid there, kissing her back, unaware of her hand hitting the mat three times. "Vixen wins!" she announced and jumped off of him. She ran around the gym, imitating a crowd.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Batista yelled into an imaginary microphone, with an 'angered' look on his face. "We all know you cheated! I demand rematch!" he said.

Vixen snatched the 'microphone' out of his hands and brought it slowly to her lips. "Just deal with the fact that I beat you! You know how I did it?" Batista waited for her answer. "Because I'm just that good. And as for your rematch, I've decided to retire undefeated!" Both superstars bursted into laughter, as Vixen plopped onto the floor.

"You did cheat you know," Batista chuckled, plopping across from her.

"Who, me? Never," Vixen smirked. She looked at him sweating and panting in his black wife-beater and black sweat pants. "But I suppose I could give you a rematch...right now." Batista raised a brow, watching as Vixen crawled over to him, sitting within arms' reach. She leaned in closer and whispered huskily, "But I think it may be a little to graphic for an audience."

"I thought you were retiring," he replied just a sexily.

"I've decided to make an ultimate comeback." Vixen stated. Batista didn't hesitate to lift the laughing Vixen into his arms and carry her back up to their room, to have that rematch. By the way, this time, the match was good, but undecided.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! I figure let Vixen get a little action with Trish before the final showdown. But then I figured Batista should get a little action too, lol. Thanks so much for the reviews and patience :)