Some choice words from interviews conducted immediately post-match below:



Lily Collins: “I’m a happy Englishwoman today. Jamie-Lynn was tough to beat, and if I.can beat her, I can beat up any American wench. I challenge Miss Watson, who has yet to respond by the way, to do the same. Of course, Sarah Hyland is next at the end of the month.” Brit cocks her fist in confident pose before striding away.



Hailey Baldwin: “Yes, I loss - I have no qualms about that. What I don't understand is who the hell Alyssa thought she was fighting and why she behaved the way she did. If she has beef with someone else, take it out on her, not me.” Hailey is asked whether despite this, she’ll ever consider returning to visit the VIXEN ring. “Hell yeah. I want some vengeance. That Kyra Santoro sure looks weak.”


Alexis Ren: "HA HA LOOK WHAT I HAVE!"  "Stupid ASS-lyssa couldn't stop me for yanking little Suki's trunks off."

"Dear Laura Vandervoort, what are YOU wearing? "



Pia Miller (speaking in Spanish but translated for our listeners): “Yes, I flew all the way over to watch Luisana get punched in the face over and over again. It was certainly worth the ticket! First, she chooses Gretzky? Now, American queen, Prejean? If she has the courage to face a Latina, I will be happy to show her how hard we hit back home!”



Hope Dworaczyk: “That mother@#£&-#% b%@# better watch her &@&# back. Her &@%s% jugs were &@%£-ing mine! Next %@%#-ing time i’m gonna &@%#%@ %@&## her up!!”



Overall, what a night for the Vixens! No one could have predicted them sweeping the matches tonight. Of course, all were hard-earned victories, and we thank you for sticking with us this far.



Do continue to give us your feedback and comments as one thing is for sure: VIXENs is here to stay!



Thank you everyone and goodnight from Santa Monica Beach!



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Later that night on Santa Monica beach, the ring post, rafters and seats have all been cleared from the area. The night is silent except for the light lapping of waves against the shore and the bright carnival lights churning away on the distant pier. A lone figure sits along the shoreline, her toes kissing the water at intervals.



“Alyssa?”



Alyssa Lynch spins around at the sound of her voice, legs already in a half-sprint position for fear of a fight. But Head Trainer Corey holds up two hands in defense.



“You okay, kiddo?”



Brunette sighs and plops herself back down on the sand, still in her fighting attire from earlier that afternoon, but a towel hanging over her shoulders.



“I saw Hailey’s post-fight interview,” she begins. “She’s right - that wasn't me. I turned into the very monster.” She emphasizes the last word clearly, eyes closed and face pressed to her knees.



“Hey…” Corey replies, hand lifting up her chin. “You're better than Alexis. You train harder and you hit harder. I would know - I trained you myself.” Corey smirks, bringing a small smile to Alyssa’s lips as well.



“You're gonna get back at her one day. I promise.”



There's a moment between the two as they stare into each other's faces under the California stars - the dusky silhouettes of their heads meet as we leave their story for another time and place…