Alicia Fox was doing her foxy strut down the hallway, already dressed in her gear. She was holding a gift wrapped box, but before she reached her destination she was stopped by Justin Roberts.
Justin Roberts: Ms. Fox, you have a match tonight against Rebel...
Alicia Fox: Rebel? Um, no. More like uh.... ummm... Coward! I'm going to show her tonight, that in order to win, you have to be sly as a fox.
She grinned. Justin gave her a look as if asking if she was serious.
Alicia Fox: Excuse me. I have a delivery to make.
She headed down the hallway and the camera followed after her. After passing a few doors, she came to one marked "The Gorgeous Guys". She knocked, after there was no answer she left the gift wrapped box outside the door. She walked away, the camera focusing in on the tag. "To Noam. Happy Birthday from The Foxxy One."
Rebel more like... ummm...
Rebel more like... ummm...
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