Cheryl Stixx Posted June 28 Posted June 28 BREAKING: Cheryl Stixx Posts Emotional Statement Following Summercide Just a few moments after Summercide aired, OCW’s Vicious Showgirl took to social media with a short caption—“stixx up.”—and a series of Notes App screenshots that fans are calling her most vulnerable statement to date. Neither Cheryl nor her camp have issued further comment, though sources close to the star say she is asking for privacy and reflection at this time. Despite the raw emotion in her words, Cheryl reassures fans of one thing: her enduring love and gratitude for her StixxStars. Notably, the message was signed not as Cheryl Stixx, but with her birth name: Cherilyn Rae Boyd. Below is the full statement as shared via social media: Quote To the OCW Galaxy. To my StixxStars. I’m hurting. I know I usually start these things with a wink and a punchline, but I don’t have it in me tonight. I really don’t. Tonight I saw a picture of myself that I’ve spent years trying to outrun. A girl I buried under bleach, fillers, bad decisions, and a megaton of fake confidence. Fourteen. That’s how old I was in that photo. Fourteen, terrified, bullied, broken, and trying to disappear in plain sight. That girl? She never really left. She just had a few cosmetic surgeries. But it wasn’t just that. Perl said I wasn’t from Vegas. That I was “just some dumb bitch from Virginia City.” And… she’s right. I’m not from neon lights and showgirl legends. I’m from a dusty little town off the map, where my parents ran an old roadside inn and gave everything they had to make sure I had something better. And yeah… I used to lie. I used to hide that. I bought into the idea that you had to fake it till you make it. That being someone was better than being honest. So I built the dream. The bombshell. The Cheryl you know. But hearing my hometown—the place my parents bled for—used as a punchline? That felt low. Like… did I really build all of this just to sit there and let someone spit on what made me? Because my parents watch everything. Every promo. Every match. Every over-the-top entrance. Every SlimStixx spot, even the messy ones. They’re StixxStars. They believe in me. And tonight… they saw the life they sacrificed everything to give me—turned into an insult. And I felt ashamed. Not of where I come from. But that I let that happen. I couldn’t even defend them. I froze. I crumbled. All I could think about was Danny. And how much it would destroy me if anyone ever laid a hand on him. To my StixxStars who saw me freeze tonight—I’m sorry. You’ve ridden for me since day one, and I never want you to think I’d let hate speak louder than love. I just… shut down. And I hate that you had to see it. And look—I’ll admit it. Watching Marisa walk out still holding that title… That hurt too. Because it wasn’t just a loss. It wasn’t just an insult. It felt like everything I built to survive—my story, my style, my shield—wasn’t enough. I can roll my eyes and call it predictable—but deep down? It stung. Because I wanted it. I wanted it bad. And seeing her walk out with gold again? It made me wonder if I’m just… noise. Rhinestones and noise. I gave them a show. A whole saga. Lip gloss, monologues, even a muscle suit—and in the end, it didn’t matter. But the truth is… effort doesn’t guarantee endings. Not even for the loud ones. And before I could even sit with that? Before I could even process what it meant to give everything and still lose the spotlight—Perl came out swinging. It stopped being a segment the second my face went up on that screen. That wasn’t banter. It was a hit job. That was someone holding up my worst memory and a whole arena watching me eat it. So no—tonight wasn’t cute. It wasn’t camp. It was raw. It was ugly. And yeah, I left that ring crying. I cried. Because something broke. I’m not writing this for attention. I don’t want a pity parade in pink. I’m writing this because I need to be honest. I’m lost. I don’t know what the “Vicious Showgirl” means right now. I don’t know if I’m still holy. I don’t even know who I’m performing for anymore. But I do know I’m not done. Because the girl in that photo? She survived. And this version of her? With rhinestones and rage and a brother she’d burn the world down for? She fights. Even when it hurts. So when you see me next week—don’t look away. Because the woman you thought you knew? She’s about to show you exactly what it means to be Stixxed Up. With love, and everything I have left to give— To my StixxStars, always. Toodles! —Cherilyn Rae Boyd aka Cheryl Stixx aka The Vicious Showgirl™ aka Daughter of the Damn Innkeepers and Proud of It 2
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