Backstage, glam room. Cheryl sits in front of a lit vanity, cream-pink corset bodysuit hugging her frame, stilettos high, ribbons tied at her wrists like accessories. She’s getting her makeup touched up. Danny, crutches leaned against the wall, is perched dramatically in a chair nearby, sipping a latte and scrolling on his phone.
Cheryl, beaming as she clocks him in the mirror.
Cheryl: Oh, so good to see you — almost — standing, brother! That monster Omen… we really need to get legal on him, sue
him or whatever for what he did to you.
Danny dryly, taking a sip adds.
Danny: Please, girl. Sue Omen? With what money? Man looks poor sis…
Cheryl snorts and shakes her head
Cheryl: Yeah, that’s fair… But still. I don’t like seeing you hobbling around, you don’t deserve that.
Danny glances up, deadpan
Danny: And you Miss Thing, you really dressed like you’re about to headline Fashion Week, not Turmoil.
Cheryl smirks, fixing her hair in the mirror.
Cheryl: Baby, why not both? Oh—you like the look? I tried to serve some coquette chic. Is it giving, Daniel?
Danny eye-rolls with a smirk.
Danny: It’s giving somebody’s about to break an ankle for the aesthetic.
Cheryl mock gasps
Cheryl: Excuse you, I am working! Just because I’m not wrestling tonight doesn’t mean I’m not working. Do you know how much effort it takes to serve in stilettos? That’s core strength, sugarplum!
She pats her abs. Danny laughs, then softens.
Danny: Okay, but real talk — why even bother? You could’ve come back, been flashy, collected your nostalgia flowers, and dipped. Nobody would’ve blamed you...
Cheryl: Because that’s the trap, Danny. That’s the easy way out. Show up, be a caricature, take a bow. People expect that. They’re comfortable with that. But that’s not me anymore. If I’m here, I’m here ALL the way. Even if I’m just walking the halls, I want them to know I’m not some tourist — I’m living this. Proving I can stand shoulder to shoulder with every woman in that division.
Danny: Oh, wow… Look at you… character development! Mama would be proud.
Cheryl: Yeah, well. Darlene didn’t raise a knockoff. She raised a Cheryl Stixx. And I don’t need to scream or cheat my way to relevance. I’ll take the harder road, the real one, stilettos and all. Let them chase easy. I’ll build something that lasts.
She grabs a powder puff from the vanity, dabs her nose once for drama, then looks straight into the camera with a sly grin.
Cheryl: And when the dust settles? I’ll look gorge doing it!
Danny claps exaggeratedly, muttering “I LOVE you sis” as the camera fades out.
Backstage, we find a camera crew set up in the loading bay, the various comings and going of staff and wrestler alike, one in particular though they stop.. Snakeskin boots, hat, glasses and all..
One half of the nights main event, Wrex. He motions the camera to follow him as he makes his way through and into the corridors.
Wrex: Sure you’re wondering why, why work with dickhead’s wife if I was planning to stab them in the back from the start, and it was the start, dont get that wrong..
Wrex: I’ll tell you why.. Spite. See- history time, eh?
Wrex: Eight months ago I said I was done, one more match, one more notch for anniversary, and off I went. See at the time, that was the plan.
Wrex: I didn’t have any plans to come back, I wasn’t happy with what I’d missed, but I did what I said I’d do, and I went home, called it a day, the contract had ran out and I wasn’t planning on renewing, my legacy was larger than some people’s combined, I was hurting from years of doing this, never giving myself enough time to really let it heal, that was it.
Wrex: And then four months ago happened, Kumiko won the title that mattered more than anything to me, and see- at the time, for a second there, I was angry- felt like watching a piece of my legacy get pissed on, but.. Fair’s fair, you said you’d take it and you did.
Wrex: Would’ve done the same thing in a heartbeat once upon a time. But just for a second, it started lighting a fire again..
Wrex: ..Then just a couple weeks later, same fcking months- My legacy did get pissed on, all those injuries, all that time holding things together when no one else did, all that work, and it’s not enough for you?
Wrex: People who no one’s heard of in years, was more important than the guy who broke his back keeping Turmoil alive for years.
Wrex: So when I saw the chance to slip my way back in the door? I took it, I took my ball, I walked right back in the door and I handed it over to Baker in exchange for two more long beautiful years, and a lot of your fcking money Sensation, guaranteed money.
Wrex: I’d apologize to Quartz for costing him his friend, but I’d be lying. Collateral damage happens.
Wrex: So I hope you’re all ready, because I’m not going anywhere for cheap, and I have a lot of things to take back that are owed to me.
Wrex: Starting tonight, with a pound of flesh.
And just like that, we arrive to an unmarked door, Wrex walking inside.. And on with the show.
