Cheryl Stixx

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.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT Cherilyn is a scrapbook. A self-portrait made of moods, memories, delusions, and melody. These songs were stitched together with bruises and rhinestones. They trace the journey of a girl — me — trying to figure out where the mask ends and the mirror begins. It’s about mistakes. About beauty and breakdowns. About addiction, longing, fantasy, recovery, rage, femininity — and the parts of my story I used to hide behind punchlines. I wanted Cherilyn to peel something back — to show you the story behind the sequins and tantrums. You probably think you know who some of these songs are about… So don’t even ask me. I’ll let y’all wonder. This album isn’t about clean endings. It’s about the in-between. The moods. The late-night clarity. The way identity frays under pressure. And how sometimes, putting yourself back together means realizing you were never who they thought you were to begin with. This is my story. And it was mine to tell. So yes — I’m devastated this album was leaked. I’m angry. I won’t lie about that. But no matter how it got out… this is still mine. These songs weren’t created for drama. They weren’t some PR rollout. They were built in private. In silence. In therapy. On red-eye flights. In dressing rooms. They were built when I didn’t even know if anyone still cared to hear me sing. So I won’t let someone else’s stunt rewrite what this album is. This is not about what she did. This is about who I am. Sonically, this record is pop at its core — but she shapeshifts. There’s country. There’s R&B. There’s hyperpop chaos. There’s cinematic softcore. There are stripped-down confessions and full-blown fever dreams. All of it is real. I learned by listening. I studied the emotional scope of Devonté Hynes, the storytelling ache of Ethel Cain, Taylor and Lana, the maximalist pop structures of Danny L Harle, Dan Nigro and A.G. Cook, the color and rhythm of El Guincho, and the sleek perfection of The Neptunes. I found softness and power in the female gaze — especially through the lens of Petra Collins, whose work reminded me that vulnerability is a kind of control. I heard my own heart in the glossy melancholy of Hannah Diamond, where artificial beauty still cracks open into something real. Their work helped me understand how to tell my story — through sound, through light, through tension. Through POP MUSIC. Oh — and yeah… There’s a Britney Spears cover in there too. It took me forever to make it work, but… she’s mother. So I had to. These songs were mine. But now they’re yours. So dance to them. Cry with them. Scream them in your bedroom. Or post a meme — whatever feels right! This is pop-coded storytelling from a girl who tells stories — through headlocks and melody hooks. I hope you like it. I hope you feel it. Cherilyn is born. And so am I. finally. ☆ Listen to it here: Dedication To God — and to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Without You, I wouldn’t be here. Every melody, every breath, every second of strength — it’s Yours first. To my soulmate, my twin flame, my ride-or-die since day one: Danny. You kept believing even when I couldn’t. This album is as much yours as it is mine. To my parents, Hank and Darlene — thank you for raising a wild, glitter-covered little dreamer. I love you forever. To my StixxStars — you never stopped showing up for me. Through the highs, the heartbreaks, and the hair extensions. This album is a thank-you note in disguise. To my collaborators — every co-write, vocal take, and 4AM text made this what it is. Thank you for hearing me when I couldn’t say it out loud yet. To Ey Fegh I — your guidance was holy. Thank you for holding space for the messy, the beautiful, and the true. To everyone who believed — and everyone who helped shape this dream into something real: thank you for lending me your hands when mine were shaking. To the OCW Galaxy — y’all saw the blood, the glitter, and the growth. Thank you for welcoming me home. To my friends — you know who you are. I love you deeply. To Virginia City — my first stage, my roots, my origin story. Thank you for giving me something to fight for and something to sing about. And yes… to my rivals. You’re part of this too. So I guess… thank you, Marisa Welch. Thank you, Perl. — Cherilyn Tracklist Showgirl 404 Not 4 U BOMBSHELL Glitter Ghost White Lines To Virginia, With Love Dream Sequence Noir idk why it got like that Twin Flame Real Miss Me Make It Snow (brrr) Blessed Be The Girls In The Light Bonus Tracks: Sometimes (Britney Spears Cover) Vegas Babe (The Golden Hour) - Cheryl Stixx OCW Official Theme

hi hiii ........just gotta say i wasn’t holding onto fins lol. i was trying to use them smart, not just spam 'em because they’re there. it’s in it to win it, right? gotta think a little! felt like it made the match build better too tbh. i’m glad the losing streak is finally over!! anywhooo… tysm for even taking the time to drop some feedback, means a lot fr fr! see y’all on Turmoil (again?) next week lol ✨ stixx up ✨

CHERYL STIXX DROPS EMOTIONAL NEW SINGLE “GLITTER GHOST” Moments after scoring her first win since returning to OCW on tonight’s episode of Riot, Cheryl Stixx released a brand-new single titled “Glitter Ghost” — a dark, shimmering confessional that sees the pop-wrestling bombshell at her rawest. Released via YouTube as an official audio track, Glitter Ghost serves as the latest promo single from her upcoming debut album Cherilyn (due August 22), and dives headfirst into themes of addiction, performance, and the brutal high of being seen. The track is written by Cheryl herself (under her real name, Cherilyn Rae Boyd) with Ey Fegh I, and produced by Danny Boyd and Devonté Hynes — marking one of the most sonically stripped yet emotionally saturated songs she’s released to date. “I danced through shame in a mirror skin / Smile zipped tight where the ache begins,” Cheryl sings in the chorus, balancing club-ready production with lyrics that ache with guilt, glamour, and ghostly self-awareness. The song is haunted by what Cheryl calls a “glitter ghost” — a metaphor for the addiction to attention, applause, and self-destruction that follows even when the party’s over. The track asks the kind of questions only silence dares to answer: “Am I real if I’m not watched?” Built on breathy vocals, pulsing melancholia, and electronic flourishes that shimmer like broken disco balls, Glitter Ghost explores the cyclic grip of self-destruction and the disorienting hunger for validation. From the hotel lights of verse one to the final crushing plea—“If I ghost out now, will the glitter stay?”—the song paints a portrait of a woman caught between applause and oblivion. This release follows her explosive single “idk why it got like that”, and deepens the emotional narrative behind Cherilyn, which Cheryl has described as “a breakdown, a breakthrough, and the truth I wasn’t ready to tell—until now”. “I don’t need saving” she confesses in the bridge. “I just need pause. Or blackout. Or applause.” The song arrives just weeks ahead of Cherilyn, which already promises to be a genre-blurring debut laced with pop, trance, R&B, and country, tied together by Stixx’s signature girly chaos. As always with Cheryl Stixx, the line between performance and personal history is blurred to the point of bruising — but Glitter Ghost doesn’t flinch. It lingers, it stings, and above all: it shines. Listen to “Glitter Ghost” now on Cheryl Stixx’s official YouTube channel. https://youtu.be/msIz7eaBMu4?si=AimuPMb2Mzxz5Xyd Cover art below:

Pretty Stixx Promises Transparency, Soft Power, and a New Era WhereCulture · July 14, 2025 Cheryl Stixx’s beauty brand Pretty Stixx™ has posted an open letter outlining a major shift in direction. Known for the controversial Anointed™ Lip Kits and SlimStixx™ gummies, the brand confirms it has removed all appetite-suppressing ingredients and is moving forward with a renewed focus on empowerment, transparency, and care. SlimStixx™ will remain as beauty supplements for skin and hair, and while still early in development, a new skincare line and OCW collabs are already in the works. “I didn’t start this brand to make girls disappear—I started it to make us impossible to ignore,” the letter reads. The full statement is below: AN OPEN LETTER FROM PRETTY STIXX™ To our beloved StixxStars, We started Pretty Stixx™ with a dream: to bottle a little piece of that over-the-top, rhinestone-stained, late-night-in-Vegas kind of magic and send it home with you. From the very first Anointed™ Lip Kit to the scandalous rise (and minor fall) of SlimStixx™, this brand has always been our glitter-soaked love letter to glam, confidence, and every StixxStar who ever felt too much. But lately, we’ve been listening. Like—really listening. After months of conversations with women’s groups, wellness advocates, medical professionals, and brilliant, sharp-as-nails thinkers from our own community, we realized something: parts of Pretty Stixx were sending the wrong message. We wanted you to feel powerful. We didn’t want you to feel smaller. So today, we’re announcing a major shift in our brand values: Effective immediately, all appetite suppressant ingredients have been removed from every Pretty Stixx™ product. We will no longer formulate or promote hunger control as a path to self-expression. Because StixxStars don’t need to disappear to be divine. You deserve to take up space, to nourish yourselves, to sparkle exactly as you are. “I didn’t start this brand to make girls disappear—I started it to make us impossible to ignore.” —Cheryl Stixx We’re also committing to a new era of radical transparency. That means being honest about where we are now and where we still want to go. For example: we’re not claiming to be a full “clean beauty” brand—yet. We understand how serious that commitment is, and we won’t use language we can’t stand behind 100%. When the day comes that we meet that standard, you’ll be the first to know. Here’s what we’re working on behind the scenes: ✨ A future skincare line in development—centered on glow, ritual, and radical softness ✨ Plans for collaborations with other women of OCW, to spotlight new voices and share the glam ✨ A reimagining of our iconic Anointed™ Lip Kits—remixed, reformulated, and in progress We’re still messy. Still bold. Still wearing heels in the grocery store. But we’re also listening. And we’re not afraid to change. Thank you for calling us in. Stixx Up! —Pretty Stixx™

The Saint is Gone, The Real One’s Here Photography by Petra Collins Story by Erica Campbell 📍 Chateau Marmont, Room 34 “Petra shot me. Petra. Collins.” Cheryl says it like a confession and a mic drop all at once, knees curled up in a vintage armchair like a campy siren at rest. The room is candlelit and hazy with the smell of lilies, something citrusy from her setting spray, and the faint scent of overpriced greens wafting from the Erewhon smoothie she’s halfway through. She’s wearing a Courrèges white cropped knit polo and matching cream miniskirt. Her Marc Jacobs Kiki boots are kicked off and collapsed on the floor like they fainted from adoration. “If you know me, you know this is the dream,” she says. “I feel like I’m in a Petra Collins photo because… I am. I’ve basically been moodboarding this moment since Tumblr. And yes—Petra shot the album cover too. Like… are you kidding? I actually cried when I saw it. She just gets me.” This isn’t just Cheryl’s PAPER cover moment. It’s the first time she’s confirming the rumors: yes, she’s making an album. Yes, it’s called Cherilyn. And yes—it’s done. And yes—it’s coming this August. But you won’t have to wait long to hear it. The first single, ‘idk why it got like that,’ is out July 11. The Chateau, The Comeback, and The Real One Cheryl’s return to OCW earlier this year wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t dramatic either. It just… happened. “I came back like a ripple,” she says, shrugging. “Not a splash. No announcement. Just showed up.” She’d been gone for six years. A lifetime in wrestling years. And while fans speculated and whispered about what drove her away, Cheryl never played into the mystery. Even now, she doesn’t want to rehash it. “It was personal. I followed my heart, and it didn’t pan out,” she says, her tone sharper now. “That’s life. The only part that matters is—I’m here now. Fully. And on fire.” But her real return didn’t happen in the ring. It happened weeks ago—at Summercide. If you were online, you saw it. A moment where Perl jabbed too deep, and something in Cheryl cracked. Onstage. In real time. The cry. The fallout. The Notes app post. It was raw, messy, vulnerable—exactly the kind of thing that would’ve broken her once. But this time? It did the opposite. “It forced something open in me,” she admits. “I don’t even like talking about it because I don’t want it to seem like a ‘branding’ thing. It’s not. But… yeah, I shifted. I stopped pretending. Perl said what she said, and I had to face the fact that it still hurt. And that was… human. And powerful.” And so “The Real Miss Cheryl” was born. She doesn’t call it a transformation. She doesn’t have to. You can see it. The posture. The stillness behind her eyes. It’s not armor. It’s arrival. Wrestling’s Bombshell Wrestling hasn’t changed, she says. “It’s still a sweaty little circus.” But Cheryl? She’s entirely different. “I came back more confident than ever. More experienced. I lived life outside the bubble, and that shaped me. In and out of the ring.” Still, not everyone buys in. “I know how I come off,” she says, motioning to her outfit like a punchline. “People see this and don’t think ‘wrestler.’ And that’s fine. That’s the power of it. I turned the thing they doubted into the thing that defines me. You don’t see a wrestler? Cool. Then see a bombshell. Even better, sugarplum.” She pauses, finishes her drink in one gulp. “Besides. Nobody remembers the rules. They only remember the moment. And baby… I’m the moment.” A Story in Songs The album is called Cherilyn. No alter ego. No persona. Just the name she was born with, laid bare like a handwritten diary entry pressed into vinyl. “I used to write songs like sketches—little emotional doodles,” she says, fiddling with a rhinestone on her miniskirt. “I never thought anyone would hear them. It was for me. Like… a sonic scrapbook.” “I’ve always loved storytelling,” she says. “It’s why I fell in love with wrestling in the first place. And pop music? Same thing. It doesn’t need to be literal—but it’s all there. The emotion, the arc, the big feelings and the little tragedies. Everything you need to know, I’m telling in these songs. I’ve never been this exposed, this bare, this raw.” Cherilyn isn’t just an album—it’s a collection of messy nights, rebirths, comedowns, come-ups, and coded texts. “It’s so cathartic,” she says. “There’s one song I wrote during a really rough time—when I was in rehab again, and it got, like, really serious. It’s about my hometown. About reckoning with who I was, and what I left behind. It hurt to write. It hurt even more to sing. But when I heard it back for the first time, fully finished… I felt healed? Like something closed in me. It’s a beautiful, weird thing—being in full contact with your humanity like that.” The idea of making an actual album felt abstract—until it didn’t. “Last year, before I came back to OCW, I met this guy at a WeHo event. Ey Fegh I. We vibed instantly. He believed in what I was doing before I even knew what I was doing. And Danny—my brother—was already producing stuff, so it all kinda snapped into place.” They started recording, and something clicked. “We started writing like mad. It was fun, and weird, and intense, and I honestly forgot I was making something for other people to hear.” Then wrestling came calling again, and the album got put on hold. “OCW has a vicious schedule—pun intended,” she says with a wink. “But the feelings were still there, brewing. I had to finish it. Like, spiritually. I owed it to myself.” She pauses, then smiles like she’s about to get away with something. “I think y’all probably heard the first single by the time you read this,” she teases. “I can already hear the speculations. And y’all are probably right. Maybe not. I don’t know… haha.” Then, softer: “This album is a window into my story, my world. But I’m not here to say which song is about who. That’s not the point. The moment they’re out, they’re not mine anymore. They’re yours too.” Cherilyn is coming August 22. The first single, “idk why it got like that” is out now. CREDITS Photographer: Petra Collins Wardrobe: For Love & Lemons, Marc Jacobs, Courrèges, I'm Sorry by Petra Collins Makeup Artist: Tasha Reiko Brown Hair: César DeLeön Ramirêz Nails: Zola Ganzorigt Set Design: Marta Veludo Studio Creative Direction: Petra Collins Interview: Erica Campbell Location: Chateau Marmont, Room 34

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:

[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…”

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Marisa, no one supports my grind like you. truly the MVP of my come-up. you’re my biggest StixxStar! 💕⭐️ thank you 🙏🏼

CHERYL STIXX LAUNCHES “ANOINTED LIP KIT” – THE WORLD’S FIRST PRAYER-ACTIVATED SLIMMING LIP KIT DESIGNED TO HYDRATE, HUSH, AND HINDER HUNGER! Las Vegas, NV – OCWfedshop.com & PrettyStixx.com The wait is over, sugarplums! Wrestling’s most unhinged spiritual entrepreneur, Cheryl Stixx – The Vicious Showgirl, has officially entered the beauty game with the launch of her debut cosmetic line: Pretty Stixx, with the Anointed Lip Kit—a slimming, faith-based, fat-free, and fully unlicensed lip duo that’s blessed by glam and backed by absolutely real science. Each Anointed Lip Kit includes: • One Anointed Lip Liner • One Anointed Gloss • A faux-leather prayer pouch embroidered with “HUH?!” • A scripture-scented note from Cheryl herself • And the ability to “pray the sturdy away” with every pout Available in four soul-snatching shades: • Crimson Cross – Looks like sin, lasts like a Catholic guilt trip. • Peach Persecution – the perfect peach to wear while being attacked for your truth. • Exorcism Espresso – a rich cocoa for silencing demons (or haters). • Repentance Rose – a soft nude pink for when you wanna look pure while being petty. All glosses feature Cheryl’s exclusive PrayAway™ Complex, a patented blend of stevia, menthol, and delusional self-restraint, formulated to suppress appetite and temptations alike. "It doesn’t just plump…” says Cheryl. “It purifies. And help you pray the sturdy away!” Retail Price: $69.95 USD (blessings not included) Available now on OCWfedshop.com and PrettyStixx.com About Cheryl Stixx: She’s not just a wrestler—she’s a media mogul, a vicious showgirl, a vessel of vengeance, and a voice for glam justice! Cheryl Stixx is a federally cleared bombshell, motivational gloss icon, and spiritual warlord on a mission to humble the unmoisturized. For press, collabs, or testimony submissions, contact: press@PrettyStixx.com Anointed Lip Kit has not been FDA approved, but was lightly misted with Florida holy water and blessed by a woman named Deidra from The First Baptist Church of Southern Nevada, outside a Las Vegas Walgreens. Side effects may include sudden clarity, increased confidence, and rejection of sturdy energies. WhereCulture Exclusive: We sat down with Cheryl Stixx—wrestling’s most unbothered bombshell, glam revivalist, and founder of Pretty Stixx™—to discuss her controversial beauty debut, the feminist power of lip liner, and why she believes her Anointed Lip Kit is the most spiritually significant thing to hit the cosmetic aisle since glitter was invented. Cheryl Stixx on Lip Kits, Liberation & praying the Sturdy Away WC: Cheryl, congratulations on the launch of Pretty Stixx™! How did this even happen? CHERYL: Babe. It was divinely revealed to me. I was mid-devotional scroll through my glam folder when the Lord whispered, “Make the lips louder.” And I obeyed. Like a good, well-moisturized servant. WC: What makes this lip kit different from every other celeb cash grab? CHERYL: Well first of all—it’s anointed. Second? It’s infused with PrayAway™ Complex, which is a Pretty Stixx™ Labs patented blend of stevia, menthol, and delusional restraint. It doesn’t just gloss and look gorge! It purifies. It’s literally a lip-based appetite suppressant. You won’t want to eat. Or sin! WC: Some people are saying calling this feminist is… a reach. Thoughts? CHERYL: HUH?! Feminism is letting women choose hunger, hotness, and holy vengeance in a bundle. If your liberation doesn’t come in a matching liner set, that sounds like a you problem, sugarplum. And I don’t want it! Now a quick Q&A section Miss Stixx! Q: Can men wear the Anointed Lip Kit? A: Of course. Unless they’re named Marisa welch. Q: Is this FDA approved? A: The FDA has not contacted me yet, which is honestly rude. But it’s blessed by First Baptist Church of Southern Nevada, and that’s legally binding in my heart. Q: And what’s next for Pretty Stixx™? A: Oh babe, I wanted to launch a cute little powder—something adorable, translucent, maybe with a puff—but my team said it was a little... on the nose. So we’re pivoting. Think contour wands, holy water setting spray, and maybe a 12-step devotional to replace emotional eating. Stay tuned, sugarplum. We’re expanding! Q: Is it vegan? A: 100% cruelty-free. Unless it’s being applied near a certain overdeveloped livestock-shaped someone—in which case, it may moo back. Marisa. I am calling Marisa a cow. WC: Any final words for the StixxStars? CHERYL: Keep your gloss high, your standards higher, and your caloric intake in check—just like Jesus intended. Stay Stixxated and Stixx with me! Toodles!

Cheryl’s Instagram livestream begins. She’s framed glamorously in soft pink lighting, holding a Citrus Spritz glass. A candle flickers dramatically in the background with the label ‘Redemption & Rosewater’. The screen is flooded with pink emojis as Cheryl launches into full Stixx-mode. Cheryl: Hiiii my gorge StixxStars!! I hope y’all are thriving, shining, exfoliated, and emotionally armed for Certified Greatness this weekend! Because, um—wow. The air is THICK with prophecy and petty tension, huh?! She fans herself gently with a manicured hand and smiles wider, soaking in her own drama. Cheryl: I’ve been meditating. Praying. Fasting—okay, not, like, fully fasting, but I did skip my fat-free salted caramel frappuccino with oat milk this morning, which in Bombshell scripture is basically martyrdom! And I’ve been journaling through the drama… in cursive, which we all know burns more calories… She tilts her head, adjusts her hair with a delicate flick, and continues, mock-earnest and theatrical. Cheryl: I’m in a place of spiritual slimming, babes. Trimming the fat from my life—emotionally, energetically, and in terms of screen time hogs. Because as you ALL know, I’m a God-fearing, legally-cleared, low-carb, gluten-free icon walking the path of peace, clarity, visible collarbones, and sub-10% body fat. She pauses for dramatic effect, lips pursed in smug triumph. Cheryl: I don’t carry grudges, sugarplum. Or excess water weight! She takes a dainty sip from her glass, then side-eyes the camera with a sly grin. Cheryl: And listen, listen… I know there’s been a lot of questions. ‘Is Cheryl going to throw hands?’; ‘Will she back it up?’; ‘Can she even back it up without breaking a nail?’ Cheryl: HUH?! Y’all are so nosy, and I love that about you! She sets the glass down, sits up straighter, and clasps her hands like a preacher’s wife mid-sermon. Cheryl: All I’ll say is this… Cheryl: Whatever happens at Certified Greatness? It will be legendary. Divine. Possibly violent. Possibly tearful. Possibly… therapeutic. Cheryl: And above all? It’s gonna be very Stixxational! She tosses her hair dramatically, her earrings glinting. Cheryl: Because I didn’t come back to OCW to be overlooked. I came to be unforgettable. And some people—bless their sturdy hearts—might just have to learn that the hard way. She leans in closer, eyes flicking over the live chat feed. Her expression lights up. Cheryl: Ooooh okay, question time! Let’s see… Cheryl: ‘Cheryl, do you think Marisa’s ready for you?’ Cheryl: Ready for me? Baby, she can’t even spell prepared… She grins cruelly, then shrugs casually. Cheryl: This is a woman who thought dragging my past would keep her in power—like anyone was paying attention to her promos before I walked back through that curtain. Cheryl: I’m not a rival. I’m a reckoning! She reads another question, her eyebrows lifting with theatrical curiosity. Cheryl: ‘What are you wearing to Certified Greatness?’ Cheryl: Well sugarplums, I’m still deciding between armor, leather, or nothing but divine judgment. Stay tuned… She pauses, placing a hand over her heart. Cheryl: And to all my little StixxStars: no matter what happens… Just know your girl is coming into this weekend with good intentions, great lashes, and the wrath of a woman wronged! She gives a knowing look, then leans in like it’s a secret between her and the screen. Cheryl: See y’all at Certified Greatness. Light a candle. Say a prayer. And bring snacks. Because whatever’s coming… is gonna be Stixxational! She raises her glass, then waves with the back of her hand, voice lilting. Cheryl: Stay Stixxated, and Stixx with me… Toodles! She blows a kiss, winks, and the livestream ends.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM CHERYL STIXX: (Posted to Notes app, screenshotted, and uploaded with a blurry glam selfie) “I have been made aware of the recent claims, outbursts, and deeply unserious threats of legal action made by one Miss Marisa Welch (a.k.a. ‘Xpen$ive,’ which is wild considering she should be the one getting sued for false advertising—she’s built like a clearance bin and styled like a bulk order from Shein’s regret aisle.) While I am deeply saddened that my surprise return to OCW has been met with such unfiltered jealousy and rage-related delusion, I would like to clarify the following points for the record: I have never copied Marisa’s likeness. I have taste. My return was fully sanctioned by OCW, the state of New York, and the Holy Spirit. I have retained no legal counsel at this time because I prefer to fight my battles the old-fashioned way—on-camera, in heels, and with emotionally devastating vocabulary. Furthermore, I would like to extend a very professional and court-admissible ‘HUH?!’ to the idea that I, Cheryl Stixx, am somehow ‘dangerous to her legacy’ when said legacy includes off-brand Barbie cosplay, a personality built on back shots and bicep curls, and a jawline you could store kitchen knives on. If Miss Welch is indeed threatening to walk out, I kindly suggest she take the stairs. Maybe jog. I will say that my prayer group at First Baptist Church of Southern Nevada has been lifting her name up during our Wednesday evening women’s circle. We are praying for her. Consistently. And with intention. Lastly, should any further accusations arise, I will be responding with the same grace and decorum I’m known for: publicly, pettily, and in full glam. Yours in legally ambiguous sisterhood, Cheryl Stixx Bombshell, Dignified Christian Woman and Potential Defendant.”

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RUSHTV EXCLUSIVE: Is Cheryl Stixx Already on a Downward Spiral?! By RUSHTV Staff A Rhinestone-Fueled Meltdown in Motion Not even 30 days into Cheryl Stixx's comeback tour - and shocking exactly no one, RUSHTV can confirm: it’s a mess. In the span of mere weeks, RUSHTV has documented that Miss Stixx has: Allegedly beaned a small child with a microphone (night one, no less) Publicly referred to reigning Women's Champion Marisa as "sturdy" Told Beatrixx, a fellow OCW competitor, that she "should be selling sage bundles at the parking lot" Yelled at fans who booed her Yelled at fans who cheered for her Yelled at fans who simply existed near her exit after losing her return match—in what RUSHTV sources describe as either "a meltdown" or "performance art" "HUH?!" – Cheryl's Only Comment to RUSHTV When RUSHTV reporters approached Stixx for comment on the growing controversy, her only response was a baffled "HUH?!" before she vanished into a black SUV (definitely not booked under her name). Her management team ignored multiple RUSHTV inquiries, except for: A stone-cold "No comment" A follow-up email (clearly sent by mistake), claiming: A third email containing only a .GIF of Cheryl mouthing "I'm innocent" while blinking in slow-motion dramatics Anonymous OCW Talent Reacts RUSHTV spoke with an OCW wrestler (who requested anonymity) about the situation. Their response? Cheryl's Social Media Defense: Selfies & Shamelessness At press time, RUSHTV can confirm Cheryl has: NOT issued any apologies NOT acknowledged any wrongdoing However, she HAS posted five new Instagram selfies with captions including: "Uplifting women is my cardio." "I just love children so much! Naturally motherly! #FutureMILF" RUSHTV Verdict: Untouchable or Unhinged? As this story develops, RUSHTV can report that Cheryl Stixx remains: Untouchable Unbothered Possibly Unhinged RUSHTV will continue to monitor this situation.

WRESTLER NAME: Cheryl Stixx HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV, USA (Originally from Virginia City, NV) BIRTHDATE: August 10th, 1999 HEIGHT: 5'5" WEIGHT: 121.5 lbs THEME SONG: "Vegas Bitch" – Cheryl Stixx SIGNATURE MOVES: Stixxbuster Vegas Split Flex Appeal FINISHERS: Stixxtinction Stixx of Pain Biography: A STAR IS BORN (1999-2016) Born in the historic mining town of Virginia City, Cheryl Stixx was destined to outshine her humble beginnings. Her father, a small-business owner, built the Silver Queen Inn—a cozy, traditional lodge that Cheryl always saw as beneath her. From the moment she could talk, she insisted she was meant for more—much more. Alongside her ever-loyal twin brother, Danny Boyd (her self-proclaimed "minion"), Cheryl crafted a delusional fantasy where she wasn’t just another small-town girl—she was a Hilton. And she was determined to prove it. Even as a kid, Cheryl knew about OCW. Watching it with her father, she saw it as more than just wrestling—it was a launching pad for fame. But it wasn’t until she was 17 that she realized: she could be the star OCW was missing. THE GREAT ESCAPE (2016-2018) At 17, Cheryl left Virginia City behind, chasing the neon lights of fame. With zero indie experience but an ego bigger than the Vegas Strip, she talked her way into an OCW developmental contract in 2018. While others trained for years, Cheryl relied on raw charisma, a flair for drama, and an unshakable belief that she was already a superstar. THE RISE & THE FALL (2018-PRESENT) Her first real feud? Against Valkyrie—another rookie, but couldn’t have been more different. Where Valkyrie was heroic, athletic, and determined to be a role model (despite her small stature), Cheryl was self-absorbed, vicious, and obsessed with being the center of attention. Their rivalry exploded at WresteLution 12, where Cheryl shocked the world by taking Valkyrie down with the "Flex Appeal", stealing a victory that proved she wasn’t just talk. But Cheryl’s hunger for fame didn’t stop in the ring. She walked away from OCW, chasing Hollywood dreams—reality TV cameos, E! commentary gigs, social media drama, and enough tabloid scandals to make her infamous. Now, whispers suggest she’s been recording music—rumors swirl of a secret album, though so far, it’s just speculation. Now, the "Vicious Showgirl" is back—signed with OCW again, ready to rewrite her legacy. This time, she's not just here to wrestle—she's here to build an entertainment empire. Taking cues from wrestling's most iconic self-made stars, Cheryl is determined to turn her name into a global brand—one that transcends the ring and dominates every platform. The delusions are bigger, the ambition is sharper, and this time? She won't stop until "Stixx" is synonymous with success.

The camera opens to a dimly lit hotel room that screams "budget chic." The wallpaper is peeling, the carpet has seen better days, and the faint smell of stale air freshener lingers. Cheryl Stixx is sprawled on the bed, scrolling through her phone with the intensity of someone who's one bad Yelp review away from a meltdown, as she scans the OCW 2K25 roster reveal. She's wearing a silk robe that probably costs more than the entire hotel, her hair perfectly tousled, and her makeup flawless despite the chaos around her. Danny Boyd is sitting in a rickety chair by the window, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Cheryl Stixx: without looking up Who stays in a crack house like this? If I get cholera, I'm blaming the person who booked this shit hole. Danny Boyd: sighs Me. You're blaming me. And, for the record, this is just a 4-star hotel, Cheryl. You're not getting cholera—or anything, for that matter. Cheryl Stixx: still scrolling I wasn't talking about you. It was probably the sta— Danny Boyd: cutting her off There's no staff, Cheryl. It's me. Again, we are BROKE. B-R-O-K-E: BROKE. She rises from the bed, phone still in hand, and strides across the room like she's on a runway. Her silk robe flows dramatically as she adjusts it and checks her reflection in the cracked mirror. Cheryl Stixx: And what about OCW 2K25? Do you know why I can’t find myself on the roster reveal page? Danny Boyd: avoiding eye contact, tapping nervously on his phone Aham, well... about that... we might have a... situation? Cheryl Stixx: narrowing her eyes I don't know, Daniel. What kind of situation? And how am I supposed to know? Danny Boyd: grimacing So... the thing is, sis... you're not on the base roster. Cheryl Stixx: laughs HAH! OMG, you're so funny, Danny! But c'mon, seriously, WTF is going on? Danny Boyd: awkward smile ...I'm not joking, Chez. You're not in the game. Like, at all... yet. Cheryl Stixx: staring at him in disbelief But... how? Something must be wrong! Have you called their people? I mean, my people should call their people! Something's clearly not right! Cheryl starts firing questions at Danny at breakneck speed, pacing the room like a caged tiger. Cheryl Stixx: How is this possible, Daniel? You made us fly commercial here, closer to OCW, you made me stay in this crack house, I brought my gear and all this luggage that you carried—HAVE I MENTIONED THAT YOU MADE ME FLY COMMERCIAL? Danny Boyd: Chez, Chez! Sis, please, listen. I'm sorry, okay? Danny pauses, then gets an idea Danny Boyd: But... but I heard rumors! Yeah! That you're gonna be DLC! Cheryl Stixx: ...DLC? Danny Boyd: Yeah! Like... they're saving you for the big premium pack! To drive up sales! You're too valuable for the base roster! Cheryl Stixx: processing this, then nodding slowly ...That... that actually makes sense. I AM premium content. suddenly excited They're probably making me a whole showcase! With my upcoming music! Well, with all my achievements, this would be the natural thing for them to do. I'm not some Bachelor in Paradise leftover trading kisses for screen time. I was personally considered for Dancing With The Stars, okay? The casting director told me I had "the right energy"—which, between us, is code for "you're too famous for this but we need the drama." Unlike those Real Housewives has-beens who fight over salad dressing deals, I have standards. Danny Boyd: Standards? You were in the background of a Pitbull music video for three seconds. They blurred you out in the reruns. Cheryl Stixx: gasps EXCUSE ME, that was artistic lighting! And for the record, Pitbull loved me. Mr. Worldwide knows star power when he sees it. Danny Boyd: I’m pretty sure he was just trying to get you to stop touching his fedora... Cheryl Stixx: ignoring him The point is, I'm the kind of star OCW should be begging to have as DLC. I've got the résumé—almost DWTS, two music videos where I was clearly the focus (even if I wasn't credited), and that legendary three-episode arc on Days of Our Lives where I played the coma patient who looked absolutely snatched for someone on life support. I method acted so hard, I almost forgot to breathe! That's called craft, Danny! The fan mail still comes in—people begged them not to kill me off! Danny Boyd: relieved Exactly! So really, this is good! We just have to wait for— Cheryl, already grabbing her oversized designer bag, sending a minibar vodka bottle crashing to the floor. She wrestles into her Louboutins, hoists her cleavage, and checks her reflection and claims Cheryl Stixx: If I'm DLC, then I need to give them something to WORK WITH. Let's go Danny. We've got a show to crash! Let’s make a big Stixx Premium DLC Celebration at OCW! Danny Boyd: staring at the broken bottle ...I, I don't think there's a show today, Chez. Cheryl Stixx: …Then call Ey Fegh! Danny Boyd: puzzled I don't think I have friends here. Well, there's Jo— Cheryl Stixx: cutting him off E-Y F-E-G-H! Jesus, Daniel! Get a gripl! Danny's face drops. That precocious 30-year-old twink who's allegedly finishing my album with his AI clone of me? waves hand Pfft, as if I wouldn't notice—my high notes are way flatter in real life. TEXT HIM. Tell him we're dropping the songs... and also tell that flamboyant little fairy to at least make it sound like I bothered to show up more than once! Cheryl flings open the door, revealing a terrified maid holding towels. Cheryl Stixx: And you— points at Danny—start radiating wealth or so help me God, I'll Venmo you another $0.07 for emotional damages! Danny Boyd: standing in the vodka puddle, sighing to himself ..."I wish I died in the womb..." The camera holds on Danny, staring into the abyss, as Cheryl's Louboutins click down the hallway. The maid slowly backs away. Screen cuts to black.

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.