Folks, it was tremendous. It was huge. It was the best brawl you’ve ever seen—better than the brawls at your family Thanksgiving, and believe me, I’ve seen some nasty ones. Tiffany Stratton, the self-proclaimed “Center of the Universe,” went aerial, folks. Aerial! And Charlotte Flair? Well, she had a rough night. Some might say a disastrous night. Sad!
Let’s break it down:
Charlotte Flair, the 16-time champion (some say 17, some say 23, nobody really knows, fake news everywhere), was out there making B-Fab regret every decision she made when she locked in the Figure Eight. But Stratton? She wasn’t having it. She charged the ring faster than me running away from taxes, swinging like a furious Beverly Hills socialite who just found out her handbag isn’t actually exclusive.
Officials tried to separate them, but folks—they failed. Not good. Stratton yanked Flair out of the ring like she was dragging a toddler out of a toy store. Flair fought back, jumping off the steps with an elbow. But then? Oh, folks, then we got history.
Stratton, clearly having studied under NASA engineers, moonsaulted off the top rope onto Flair and a whole army of officials. You’d think they’d learn their lesson, but no. The fight kept going, straight through a commercial break (which, by the way, should’ve been replaced with 24/7 Stratton coverage—ratings through the roof).
Just when you thought it was over, they fought back out onto the stage, interrupting The Miz (who, let’s be honest, has been interrupted so many times, it’s practically his gimmick). And what does Stratton do? Oh, folks—SHE CLIMBS THE TRON.
That’s right, the TRON. And she moonsaults again!
The officials? Gone. Flair? Buried under wreckage. The people? Losing their minds. And Stratton? Standing tall, looking like she just conquered an empire.
Look, Flair is great. We love Flair. But Tiffany Stratton? She might be the greatest moonsault machine of our time. WrestleMania 41? Oh, it just got way more interesting.