Cheryl Stixx Posted March 21 Posted March 21 (edited) The scene opens in Cheryl’s sleek, ultra-modern penthouse apartment. The walls are adorned with abstract art, and a floor-to-ceiling window offers a stunning view of the city skyline. Cheryl is lounging on a pristine white leather couch, scrolling through her phone with one hand and holding a martini in the other. Her brother, Danny Boyd, stands nearby, nervously clutching a stack of bills. He’s dressed impeccably, but his expression screams “I’d rather be anywhere else.” Cheryl Stixx: without looking up Danny, if you’re here to lecture me about my Louboutins again, save it. They’re an investment, not a splurge. Danny sighs and tries to approach his sister who refuses to look at his face. Danny Boyd: sighs Cheryl, we need to talk. Cheryl Stixx: Look, if this is about that “incident” at the club last night, I already told you—it wasn’t my cocaine. It was just… sitting there. Looking at me. Practically begging to be snorted. Danny pinches the bridge of his nose as Cheryl finally looks up, raising an eyebrow. Danny Boyd: It’s not about the club. It’s about… gestures to the bills these. Cheryl Stixx: What are those? Fan mail? Danny Boyd: deadpan No, Cheryl. These are bills. As in, “we’re broke” bills. Cheryl Stixx: laughs Oh, please. We’re not broke. We’re just… temporarily between fortunes. Danny Boyd: flatly Cheryl, the bank called. They want their money. Cheryl Stixx waves a hand dismissively not giving Danny much credit... Cheryl Stixx: Ugh, banks are so dramatic. What do they even do with all that money anyway? Danny Boyd: Cheryl, focus. We need a plan. And no, selling your Loubs is not an option. Cheryl Stixx: mock gasping Sell my Louboutins? Danny, I’d sooner sell you. And let’s be real, no one’s buying. Danny Boyd: ignoring her Look, I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time to go back to wrestling. Cheryl Stixx: snorts Wrestling? Danny, I’m a star. Stars don’t wrestle. They… thinks for a moment …shine. Danny Boyd: Yeah, and right now, you’re shining straight into bankruptcy. Cheryl Stixx: Rude. Danny Boyd: Think about it, Cheryl. You were a legend in OCW. That match you had with that… uh, what’s-her-name… the dumb fairy? Cheryl Stixx: Oh, her. Yeah, I remember. She had that whole “warrior princess” thing going on. Cute. Danny Boyd: nodding Exactly. And what about that time you wrestled that… uh, guy? You know, the one you kept calling a boy even though she was most definitely a woman? Cheryl Stixx: laughs Oh my God, Flo—I mean, that person. Yeah, that was fun. Danny Boyd holds her hands pleading with hope in his eyes. Danny Boyd: See? You were amazing. And let’s not forget your iconic Wrestlelution match. People still talk about that. Cheryl Stixx: Well, not gonna lie... I was pretty great… Danny does his best to not roll his eyes in front of Cheryl, and takes a deep breath. Danny Boyd: So, what do you say? One last run? For old times’ sake? Cheryl Stixx: Fine. But I’m not bringing Showblitz back. That thing was a nightmare. Danny Boyd: Ew, who wants that? Cheryl Stixx: suddenly excited Oh! And I’ll need a new entrance theme. Something fierce. Something iconic. Something… me. Danny Boyd: hesitant Uh, about that… Cheryl Stixx: narrowing her eyes What? Danny Boyd: nervously Well, you know those songs we recorded? Cheryl Stixx: The ones Ey Fegh wrote? Danny Boyd: Excuse me?? What did you just called him...? Cheryl Stixx: I would never. It’s E-Y F-E-G-H. HIS NAME! Get it right, Danny. Danny Boyd: Sure, Cheryl. Anyway, I was thinking… maybe one of those songs could be your new theme? Cheryl Stixx: Hmm… I mean, they are bops. And I did slay those vocals. Danny Boyd: under his breath Slay is one word for it… Cheryl ignores him and something clicks, making her very excited about the idea now. Cheryl Stixx: Fine! But if I’m doing this, I’m doing it my way. Drama, chaos, and maybe a little bit of vengeance. Danny Boyd: smirking So… business as usual? Cheryl Stixx: grinning Exactly. The camera zooms in on Cheryl’s face as she smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Cheryl Stixx: OCW, you’ve been warned. The Vicious Showgirl is back. And this time… I’m not playing nice. Danny Boyd: cutting her off Cheryl, who are you talking to? It’s just us here. Is it the coke? Are you still high? Cheryl Stixx: Ugh, shut up, I hate you… but yeah… might be the coke. The screen cuts to black as Danny’s phone rings loudly. He looks at the caller ID and groans. Yeah. It is the bank. Edited March 21 by Cheryl Stixx 4
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