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    • [INT. CHERYL’S PERSONAL DRESSING ROOM AT PRETTY STIXX LABS – EARLY AFTERNOON.]   The door slams open like someone just won a game show. In struts Cheryl Stixx, wrapped in a silky, pale-pink robe, six-inch heels, iced coffee in one hand, phone in the other, rhinestone “PRETTY STIXX CEO” bag over her shoulder. Danny Boyd is already inside, sitting on the makeup counter in sweats, scrolling on his phone like he hasn't slept since the pandemic ended.   Cheryl: Whew! I’m like, suuuuuper late to record a pretty wholesome message—people are gonna eat it up! Well I know I will. What matters most—impact. Anyway!   Cheryl: Daniel. Danny. My twin. My literal wombmate. Important question...   Danny, not looking up.   Danny: If it’s about transferring a SlimStixx™ candle into your carry-on again, the answer is still no. TSA is traumatized.   Cheryl with dramatic hand to chest.   Cheryl: Ugh! No, this is important. This is legacy-related. Do you… do you remember how to do The Classic Cheryl Do™?   Danny slowly puts down his phone like a man preparing for spiritual battle.   Danny: You mean the hair that took three hours, two combs, and left me with a carpal tunnel every week?   Cheryl: Oh Yes! That one! Because I think I’m gonna do it again this Friday. A tribute. A resurrection. A personal canonization of Cheryl Stixx, Age 20, Era of Excellence! And guess what? You’re the only one who ever got it right!   Danny: Because you screamed at everyone else…   Cheryl: Exactly. And you didn’t cry. Not loudly, anyway…   Cheryl: So, do you still have the… y’know… the pink flat iron? The one with the burn mark that looks like the Virgin Mary.   Danny gestures toward a drawer labeled “ABANDON ALL HOPE”.   Danny: It still smells like Aqua Net and delusion…   Cheryl: Perfect!   She throws her bag onto the counter—it knocks over three foundation bottles and Danny’s coffee. He sighs. She doesn’t notice.   Cheryl, already pacing. Cheryl: And ALSO, do we still have my old gear from Wrestlelution 12? You know—the pink bodysuit with the cutouts? The look? Historically controversial, borderline sacrilegious… it got me banned from two youth groups and an entire women’s fellowship brunch in Orange County!    Cheryl: That thing had rhinestones that reflected sin and legs for days. I wore it like the Second Coming—of me!   Danny: You mean the one I had to emergency Febreze because you swan-dived into a nacho tray at the afterparty, sobbing about legacy, mascara running down your chin, claiming the Virgin Mary “told you to bump just one more line” before you tried to baptize your clutch in Diet Pepsi?   Cheryl: Yes! Yes! That one! I think it’s time. Time to remind the girls, and the doubters who set the standard. Call the gear team. Tell them I’m having an idea!   Danny reaches for his phone.   Danny: I’ve lived through five “Cheryl Legacy Episodes”, and I still have PTSD from the one with the illegally-sourced fog machine and the feral peacock…    Danny: Just tell me if this is gonna be a “public indecency” level callback, or a “minor international incident” one—so I know how many lawyers to wake up.   Cheryl: Hey! No time for sass! Call the girl who bedazzles. And the guy who reinforces stitching. And the spray tan lady who doesn’t ask questions. This is a one-day mission! I need a high ponytail and vengeance in stretch vinyl!   Danny’s typing. Cheryl is already holding a curling iron like a microphone, already spinning into promo mode in the mirror.   Cheryl: Wrestlelution Cheryl is back! She’s wiser, hotter, and slightly less grounded… OCW’s not ready! Six years ago, I made history. This week? I’ll make a statement! And I’ll do it in a high ponytail made of legally questionable extensions!   She turns dramatically. Hair flies. Flat iron hits Danny in the leg. He groans.   Danny: Great. Internal bruising. Again...   Cheryl gently grabbing his shoulders adds.   Cheryl: Danny. My most fabulous ally! My ride or dye. My unpaid intern with family trauma. This is the week we remind OCW why the name Stixx is synonym for spectacle!   Danny sighs. He picks up the flat iron like a soldier lifting his sword one last time.   Danny: So… Let’s resurrect the demon ponytail!   Cheryl smirks like a pop star mid-documentary montage.   Cheryl: Ugh, I could cry. But I just had a Morpheus8 facial… So let’s get this started!   Camera fades out as Cheryl yells something about “appetite suppressant lip glosses only” and Danny mutters, “I should’ve been an accountant…”
    • MISSION COMPLETED THANK YOU! As with tradition once again Fund Raising for July 2025 Hosting (It's done yearly). All in all January 1st and July 1st, are our OCWFED related fundraising months with January dedicated to the Forum/.COM/Cloud Storage hosting and July dedicated to the .TV Hosting/Domain renewals. Also note that the misc domains, and .net hosting and odds and ends are covered by Patreon and Twitch mostly.   The Breakdown is as follows: .TV Yearly Renewal - 155.88/Year 7/3/25 OCWFED.TV Hosting - 69.90/2x Year 6/19/25 (If I'm not mistaken in 2023 did for 2 years so in 2026 its only 155.88 ISH) Total - 225.78   Between Patreon/Twitch we still need some help  bit of help so anything you can donate would be greatly appreciated. As always once we hit our goal of 225.78 USD - We will let the community know and any additional donations will go into the monthly site maintenance fund IE the monthly hosting costs etc. Lastly in order to donate hit me up and I will send you the PayPal Link (Soon as I can fking find it) Sank U Once Again.
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