indie tiffany stratton of wwe. as announced by oreo.

   001     this blog is mutuals only and 18+. if i do not follow you back it probably means i don’t see our muses interacting or meshing well. this is not a personal thing, just a preference to ease my anxiety.

   002     if you ship it, i probably do too! please feel free to reach out to talk about shipping but remember chemistry is key. shipping is my favorite dynamics to explore and ships will be heavily focused on. (romantic, platonic and familial). if this is an issue please dni with this blog <3
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   004     i will not be following or writing with any liv morgan blogs (or blogs using her as a fc) apart from @wa7chme. i have built a strong connection to liv as a muse over on @r3vengetour that i am not currently interested in exploring any other interpretations of her for the time being unless an established connection is formed ooc. my dupe anxiety over liv is high and i just don't want to put myself through that. i will follow multis that have her as a muse i just will not be writing with her.

spoiled sparkle turned self-made storm, pink skies with thunder in their veins, the ruthless ballet of back hands and backflips, gold-dripped entitlement forged into empire, highlighter-stained strategy, perfection with a price tag and a mean streak, diamonds sharp enough to cut through doubt, vanity as armor, ambition as artillery, candy-coated carnage, designer vengeance served cold, lip gloss and legacies, a crown too pretty to share, the glitterbomb aftermath of underestimated girls, the echo of "that was never just luck," every mirror whispering “you were made for this,” head-turning, jaw-breaking, heart-taking, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.

they said she was just a pretty face. just another blonde who'd crack when the pressure hit. too spoiled. too soft. too obsessed with herself to ever make it. but tiffany stratton didn’t come to nxt to fit in. she came to take over. they watched her climb one glittering step at a time until she wasn’t just a contender. she was the nxt women’s champion.
the title wasn’t handed to her. she took it, in the center of the ring, under the brightest lights, with the whole world watching. and when she had it? she made sure nobody forgot who it belonged to.she defended it in wars she was never supposed to survive. carried it like it was stitched into her skin. turned every defense into a highlight reel. they tried to call her lucky. they tried to call her a fluke. but deep down, they knew the truth:
tiffany stratton didn’t get lucky.
she got dangerous.and when the day came to leave nxt behind? she didn’t walk away. she rose above it. because girls like tiffany stratton aren’t a passing moment. they’re the main event.

they thought the bright lights would break her. thought the main roster would swallow her whole. but tiffany stratton didn’t just survive the jump. she thrived in it.
smackdown wasn’t ready for her! for the way she made every entrance feel like a coronation, every match look effortless, every championship defense drip with perfection.
she didn’t chase the title. she became the title.
and when she finally wrapped that smackdown women’s championship around her waist? it wasn’t a fairytale ending. it was just the beginning.
because tiffany stratton doesn’t dream.she demands.and now she’s running the division with a smile as sweet as it is savage. climbing higher, shining brighter, making sure every woman in the back knows exactly who’s at the top.
it’s tiffany’s world now.
they’re just living in it.

she played the long game. smiled for the cameras. posed with the briefcase like it was just another accessory. they thought tiffany stratton was just biding her time. that she needed protection. that she needed nia jax to do her dirty work. and tiffany let them think that.
she let nia smash the walls down. made her believe they were allies. sisters. unstoppable.
but tiffany stratton doesn’t share spotlights. she steals them.
and when nia finally had the title in her hands, when the crowd was still catching its breath — tiffany struck.
no warning. no hesitation. no apologies. one glittering cash-in. one perfectly timed betrayal. one crown ripped away before nia even knew what hit her. because tiffany stratton was never the sidekick. she was the threat. and now she’s standing at the top — belt in one hand, broken trust in the other — smiling like she planned it all along.because she did.