Cheryl Stixx

OCW Exclusive: “Trick, Treat & a Little Trouble” Halloween in OCW is always little extra — this year, it’s no exception! Fresh off a heated Turmoil that saw words fly and robes drop, Sex Metal Barbie Marisa and The Real Miss Cheryl decided to celebrate spooky season their own way: with a photoshoot that’s part runway fantasy, part Halloween chaos, and all attitude. Angels, devils, strawberries, and a whole lot of sugar and spice — the duo turned the charm (and the heat) all the way up for a shoot that’s already got people talking. Whether you call it confidence, controversy, or just really committed costuming, one thing’s for sure — these two know how to make Halloween unforgettable and FUN! And somewhere out there, we’re sure Junko is definitely having a few thoughts about it… but for now, the only judgment that matters is from the fans. Catch the full gallery exclusively on OCWfed.com.

The Real Miss Cheryl Speaks: 
Bite-Size Wisdom from Wrestling’s Favorite Bombshell We curated a few of our favorite quotes from the former Vicious Showgirl to celebrate The Real Miss Cheryl — and let you peek inside her head. Buckle up, babe. It’s very Cheryl in here.

PopCulture Weekly: Cheryl Stixx Serves “Ultimate Y2K Fantasy” All Wrestlution Weekend One thing about Cheryl Stixx? She’s going to commit to the aesthetic. After debuting her now-iconic “Ultimate Y2K Fantasy” ring gear on Wrestlution Night 1 — complete with glittered butterfly wings, rhinestone cowgirl hat, and metallic pink accents — Cheryl kept the nostalgia going for Night 2. Posting to Instagram with the caption “Full Blumarine baby for night 2 🦋 thank you @blumarine for the dream”, the Pretty Stixx founder gave fans a softer, high-fashion take on her Wrestlution look. It’s all part of her brand evolution — from “The Vicious Showgirl” to the self-proclaimed Real Miss Cheryl. And judging by the comment section, fans are eating it up. As Cheryl put it herself in a recent interview, “This weekend is all about bringing my childhood dreams and fantasies to life — the sparkle, the butterflies, the drama… it’s everything little me imagined, just with a little more confidence and a lot more heart.” Wrestlution might be about titles for some, but for Cheryl? It’s about turning every appearance into a statement — and this weekend, she proved she’s also the MAIN EVENTER of the Y2K revival. Period.

Nicolas Ghesquière really said STIXX UP with the custom LV! Big thank you to my friends at Louis Vuitton!

what she said!!!! i agree!!

ugh… i’d probably say i had so much fun listening to this. i could also say you’re talented, sharp, kinda a genius, and that you should never stop doing this… but i hate you, so i won’t actually say ANY of that. And OF COURSE you’d fire me. Honestly? i’d fire me too if i had to stand in your stinky pleasers every night knowing someone like me exists.

Wrestling’s Enfant Terrible? By Julie Miller When Cheryl Stixx walks into a room, you don’t just notice her — you feel her. For years, women who looked like Cheryl in entertainment — hyper-feminine, blonde, styled to perfection — were expected to play one of two roles: the glossy, harmless sweetheart or the dangerous seductress you can’t quite trust. Stixx has been both — or at least, she’s been told she was. Now, she’s refusing to be either. With her unapologetic candor, disarming glamour, and a determination that unsettles the system she works in, Cheryl is earning a new label: wrestling’s enfant terrible. But not because she’s scandal-chasing or shock-mongering. Cheryl’s disruption is rooted in something far more dangerous: honesty. “I made a vow,” she tells me, sitting in front of a mirror with her hands folded, her face makeup-free save for a streak of lip balm. “If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be real about it. I’ll never stand in front of a camera and pretend that looking this way is natural. I’ve had work done. A lot of women do. To lie about it feels dishonest, and it makes girls think they’re supposed to look like this by default. They’re not. It takes effort. It takes help. And I think we need to say that out loud.” That vow of honesty extends further than cosmetic candor. Cheryl has also been open about her history with cocaine — a chapter of her life she now refers to with a mixture of regret and relief. “I’m sober, and I hope to stay that way,” she says firmly. “I share it because pretending it didn’t happen helps no one. Maybe someone hears me say it and realizes they’re not alone. That matters more than protecting my image.” This stripped-down authenticity is striking for a woman who, by her own admission, spent much of her early wrestling career chasing an identity that wasn’t hers. “For so long, I thought I had to be one or the other — the sanitized good girl or the nasty caricature. But the truth is, I’m neither,” she says, her eyes lighting up with conviction. “I’m me. Some people will like that, some won’t. But I’m not worried about checking all the boxes anymore.” That newfound clarity has brought Cheryl back into a feud with Marisa Welch — OCW’s reigning Women’s Champion and a woman often painted with the same brush as Cheryl: hyper-feminine, blonde, impossible to ignore.The two have been trading shots since Cheryl’s return to wrestling, their rivalry simmering with personal digs and sharp words. But Cheryl insists this isn’t just about grudges. “I chose Marisa because she’s the perfect example of what people assume we are,” Cheryl explains. “The world wants to put women like us in one category: shallow, manipulative, disposable. I don’t agree with her methods, but I see her value. I just want to show that you can look like this, walk like this, be like this — and still be good. Still be kind. Still be strong without tearing down every woman next to you.” Does this feud lead to a title shot at Lution? Cheryl shrugs, almost amused by the speculation. “Maybe, maybe not. That’s not the point. Gold has never been my north star. At this point in my career, I only want to move with purpose. And right now, my purpose is to try and chip away at a system that says women like me can only exist as villains. If I don’t fight that fight, I’ll never forgive myself.” And Cheryl is not fighting alone. When I ask about OCW’s women’s division, her tone shifts from fire to warmth. “I’m lucky to be surrounded by so many talented women. Deborah Soto? Incredible in the ring and a real presence. Skadi’s discipline? Inspiring. Sarah Moore — she’s got personality for days, you can’t teach that. Even Perl — for all the chaos she’s caused, almost killing my twin brother included — I can’t deny her wit and grit. And Risa, as much as I dislike her ways, she’s got undeniable qualities. That’s the thing: even the ones I fight with push me to be better. Being close to them elevates me.” Cheryl knows her mission is bigger than herself, and bigger than wins or losses. She’s candid about the contradiction at the heart of it: the same culture that demands women like her on screen also relishes in tearing them down. “It feels like a personal vendetta sometimes,” she admits. “Like, ‘I want the pretty girls on my screen, but I want them treated poorly because I never got to be close to them, and no pretty girl was ever nice to me.’ It’s exhausting. And it’s a cycle I want to stop.” She pauses, then adds, “Will I be the one to do that? Probably not. But I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try. I owe it to my girls. I owe it to my younger self.” For Cheryl, this is not reinvention — it’s reclamation. She’s not interested in being anyone’s sanitized sweetheart or anyone’s sex-metal villain. She’s not chasing gold, or validation, or headlines. She’s chasing something harder, something scarier: honesty. And in wrestling, honesty might just be the most rebellious act of all.

Lights flicker across my lap. White. Yellow. White. Yellow. I’m in the backseat, headed back from the hospital where Danny is, but my head’s still there. I keep seeing it over and over. Not the whole thing. Just pieces. Flashes. Like my brain’s trying to protect me from the rest but can’t shut it all out. Danny’s face—not as he was. As he dropped out of reach. One heartbeat he’s there, solid, breathing, mine— —next, he’s gone. That sound. God, that sound. It didn’t belong to the world. Sharp, hollow, final. It knocked the air out of me like I was the one who hit the ground. My ribs still hurt. My chest feels tight. My hands keep clenching like they’re searching for something to hold, someone to pull back. And his stillness after. That’s what kills me. Arms limp. Head still. Blood pooling where it shouldn’t be. I know he’s still here. I know he’s still fighting. But that picture… it’s burned into me. I keep thinking—maybe if I’d screamed sooner. Maybe if I’d run faster. Maybe if I’d been worse. Because that’s the thing, right? That’s what it feels like Perl wants. She’s never said it outright, but every move… every sick little game… She’s daring me to snap. To throw away the work I’ve done, the woman I’m trying to be, and fall right back into the version of me she thinks I still am. And maybe that’s why I don’t understand her. I don’t get what this is supposed to prove. I don’t get why my family is the price for this. I told myself I wouldn’t play her game. I told myself I’d stay on my path. Not hers. Not anyone’s. But right now? My teeth hurt from clenching. My throat feels shredded from holding back what I really want to say, what I really want to do. Because if I let it out—if I give her that—then she wins. And I can’t let her win. I won’t. Lights flicker across my lap. White. Yellow. White. Yellow. Like a pulse. Every flicker says: you’re still here. And if I’m still here, I’m still me. And if I’m still me, I’m not done. Not even close. Stixx up Cherilyn. Now more than ever.

“I Just Started Moving Differently”: Cheryl Stixx on Strength, Discipline, and Finding Joy in the Grind The OCW star opens up about her renewed routine, leaning into her passions, and how training with Jubei is her next big step. Women’s Health It’s a Tuesday in Manhattan, and Cheryl Stixx is exactly where she never imagined herself thriving: in a sun-lit gym, mid-sweat, mid-set, mid-silence. “No cameras, no lashes—can you believe it?” she laughs, swiping a towel across her collarbone. “I’m suffering!” Cheryl says with a dramatic pout, then immediately bursts out laughing. “There’s no Erewhon in NYC. I’m surviving. Barely.” Known for her over-the-top glam, razor-sharp promos, and Pretty Stixx™ empire, the OCW icon has been flipping expectations since the moment she returned to the ring earlier this year. But now, after a particularly emotional turn at Summercide, Cheryl’s doing something she’s never done before: building from the inside out. “Everything I’ve done before came from performance,” she says. “Now I’m doing the unsexy stuff. Strength training. Cardio. Flexibility. Conditioning. Like—actual drills. Actual discipline. I’m training harder than I ever have in my life.” Her weekly schedule is packed: ring work, mobility sessions, weight circuits, acrobatics training, and—when she can fit it in—dance. “I’m really dancing again, which feels insane to say. I forgot how much I loved it! It’s been part of me since I was a teenager—dance and gymnastics were my first ways of expressing anything. Even in my Vegas showgirl days, that physical language was everything to me. I guess I’m reconnecting with that.” That reconnection is showing up in her body—but not in the way fans might expect. “I didn’t do this to drop pounds,” Cheryl explains. “But I’m leaning out, yeah. I’m moving in ways I haven’t moved in years. My body’s adjusting because I’m pushing it differently. You train like an athlete, and the results show—but not always how people expect. That wasn’t the goal—it’s just the side effect.” She’s also getting stronger. And not metaphorically. “I’m still gonna look cute doing it—but I’m lifting heavy, I’m training to hit harder, to fly higher, to land with impact. This isn’t just a glow-up. I’m building something real. I’m training to wrestle at a whole new level.” A committed vegan since the age of 17, Cheryl says her lifestyle is finally aligning with her workload. “I’ve always been vegan, but now I’m being smarter about it. I’m learning more about how to fuel my training instead of just…surviving on sweet potatoes and oat milk lattes. I still have my little diva meals,” she smirks, “but I’m really thinking about how I want to feel.” Outside the ring, Cheryl’s schedule hasn’t exactly slowed down. She’s still promoting her debut album Cherilyn—a glitter-drenched pop confessional that’s already generating buzz—and running her beauty brand, Pretty Stixx. “So yeah,” she laughs. “On top of wrestling drills, I’m also rehearsing vocals and making sure the gloss formulas are perfect. My calendar has zero chill.” One of the biggest game-changers in her recent shift has been her work with OCW’s Jubei Jiirota—a fan-favorite known for his technical brilliance and quiet intensity. “I don’t even know how to explain it. He’s just… disciplined in this way that’s so rare. It’s not loud. It’s not about attention. It’s just this calm, exacting, beautiful violence,” she says. “Every movement is intentional. He’s surgical. Watching him perform made me realize how chaotic I was being with my own body.” “I’m used to crowds, cameras, and chaos. He’s this very focused, grounded person. But the more I watch him, the more I’m like—oh, I need that. He’s honestly one of the most inspiring people I’ve been around in wrestling. His control. His patience. His technique. It makes me want to earn every single thing I do in that ring. No shortcuts.” Now, she alternates weeks performing on OCW’s Riot at Madison Square Garden and Turmoil in Brooklyn—but training has become the throughline. “Whether I’m in the ring or in the gym, it’s the same goal: consistency. Showing up for myself. Earning it.” As for the fans who’ve noticed her transformation, Cheryl hopes they take the right message from it. “I didn’t do this to shrink myself. I did it to expand what I’m capable of. I feel stronger. I feel clearer. And I’m proud of the work I’ve put in.” She pauses, then adds with a grin, “I just need Erewhon to open a Brooklyn location so I don’t perish in the meantime.”

OCW’s Former Vicious Showgirl Cheryl Stixx Spills 5 Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know Following the release of her debut album Cherilyn, OCW’s former vicious showgirl—now in her most unfiltered era yet—Cheryl Stixx sat down with us for a sharp, funny, and surprisingly honest catch-up. From Vegas feathers to wrestling obsessions, pasta-related disasters to her taste in men (tragic), Cheryl is pulling back the lashes and letting you peek behind the persona. It’s fun, it’s unhinged, it’s weirdly heartfelt—and it’s so her. Check the video below—you might just learn something you didn’t know about the Real Miss Cheryl.