09/13/2026
Hi, sweet friends. 💝✨
In case you’re new here, or if you forgot, I’d like to get you up to speed about myself and my journey.
Years and years ago, I was a frequent fan of Supreme Wrestling. It was something invigorating and inspiring to see superstars put their lives on the line to fight for respect and adoration, getting cheers that would blow the roof off, and getting to be a part of their success in a small, great way.
Fast forward to 2024, I was approached by Frank Johnson, a close friend, to stand by him in his debut of his own wealth and charisma. I was so happy to hear that I’d have another chance to visit the arena and be at his side to do business. That crowd, that locker room, that energy made my eyes open wider again, and I started to learn and believe that I could go into this business for myself as a strong woman.
It was at that point we decided to take Alexander Cole under our wings, a new and even more brilliant asset to my goal. As time went by and in Frank’s absence/dismissal, I was able to hire more clients, teach them how to win, and make the money we needed to continue growing a faction of new generational stars just like me. My plan moving forward was simple: Get the money we needed, build my own stars, and allow them to shine.
After managing multiple talents every single weekend, spending time with them to build them and their strengths, the greed and hunger grew into an even bigger goal: Gain the ownership of Supreme Wrestling. The finances were there, the opportunity was open, and I got my loan and had everything lined up. However, that just wasn’t in my cards. I no longer had my full list of clients, due to budgeting within my own greed, and I only had one person at my side to take over like I had planned. I was then the underdog of a higher bidder — Damon Blade and Jason Cohen. My heart was crushed, I was embarrassed, I was lost, I was broken.
It was at that time the wheels started to turn and my brain reset itself after every match. Who the hell am I? What am I doing? Is any of this right? What kind of example am I setting for the people around me? There were talks between Alexander and myself about is this right, are we setting a good example, what do we do now, etc. And it’s always love and respect, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
Everything built and built and my desire to be good and do good took over to the point I was betrayed by the one person that stood by me for years. I wanted him to listen, I wanted him to trust me. But that greed is evil, and that plan stayed in his head — not mine. I took the opportunity to do what was right to me and the people that noticed and cared about doing what’s right. I was hit, I was hurt, I was abandoned all over again.
Who. The hell. Am I now.
I knew I needed to work towards earning that respect from everybody again. But I’m just a girl. Okay? And? Have you SEEN these women? I HIRED one of the best young, up-and-coming female wrestlers I’ve ever seen. I could do it. I knew if I tried, I could beat Alexander on my own. I needed to show that I really have changed for the better and to show that I’m not just in this for money, fame, success, selfishness, any of that.
And I did.
I began wrestling anybody I could, working diligently on just showing everybody and myself that I could. I built myself up, I got training from multiple people (after a million apologies and being in the dog house), and I am here today because of that.
Every match, I learn something new. I watch and listen, I take it in, and I see the business very differently now. My goals have changed, my life has changed, and my road is hazy. But every single time I get to go out there and be the good person that I know I am, it’s only up from there.
Going from being one of the most hated women on Earth to the sweet girl next door makes you question a lot about yourself. And some of you only know my present, not my past. And at first, that’s what I thought was all that mattered. But a book isn’t a book without chapters, and reading the last chapter by itself isn’t fun, rather confusing and just easy. You can’t relate or have sympathy/empathy for a character without knowing their story.
So. Who is Cherry Valentine?
She loves music, loves her cats, loves to perform, and loves nature. She can be glam, she can be anything. Shes like Barbie, a jack of all trades in a new and beautiful work uniform — seamstress, cook, data analyst, pianist, writer, poet, artist, mechanic, nail technician, hair stylist, esthetician, educator, nurse, nanny, therapist, historian, absolutely any and all things. She can do anything. She can overcome anything. She is human and cries, but who doesn’t? She doesn’t always love the things about herself, but who does? She is a daughter, an aunt, and granddaughter, a sister, a cousin, and a friend. She is human.
My little pink book isn’t finished, and I get to write and write a new chapter every week. I’m eternally grateful for the people that have allowed me to step up to this and earn respect and love the right way, rather than just buying it and feeling entitled to it. That’s never right. I don’t want easy, I want fight and fairness.
I’m grateful to be Cherry, the diva in pink, the short n’ sweet, the pit in the deepness of your hearts. Because I love wholly and fully, and I love that I get to be me. I’m not perfect, I never claimed to be. I’m not anywhere near where other women around me are. But I am a woman, I am strong, I am worthy, I am me.
Thank you for being here (anybody got a tissue box handy??), and thank you for believing in the fight within myself and the fight on the outside. You mean the absolute world to me and more.
All my love. 🤟🏼
XOXO,
Cherry 🍒✨💘
📸 Fayth Lee
