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Can we get all hated cast royalty, frostbite, bxran, nenalala, charlotteflair, kiki, etc sin

Why do 12 brazilians join the cast when they cannot all get payouts

And if you do at least tag me in the post

delete royalty By flame Emicepam

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to NaughtyNacho and Royaltyy, you have won The Race!

“Sunrise Stunt, Satin Mitts, Street Evictions” Cold Open (0:00): Front gate cam. Two roller suitcases thump down the steps. A mullet wig sails like a disgraced seagull. Someone yells, “LEAVE THE HOT PLATE!” Another voice: “AND THE RING LIGHT!” A door slams, confetti pops, and the house chants, “BYE—BYE—BYE!” Freeze-frame on a wig snagged on the mailbox → 12 HOURS EARLIER. 1) Sunrise Stunt (6:03 AM) — The Garment Bag Duel The mystery garment bag is opened on the roof. It’s a neon catsuit with built-in lace hood—half angel, half gym class delinquent. Bxran: “Obviously mine.” Wow Platinum: “Return to sender if it’s not HD.” Kemi announces a civilized tiebreaker: The Install Race—edges laid, lashes on, catsuit zipped. First to finish gets it. Timer starts. Wow Platinum locks the ring light like she’s docking a spaceship. Bxran commandeers the sunrise for cheekbone rights. harajuku passes out Satin Mitts™ (house rule for safe hands). ICameron whispers, “This is cinema.” It escalates fast (funny, non-graphic): A comb flicks. A band pops. Bxran and Wow do a double ponytail clinch—both hands high, satin mitts on, heels skidding like tap dancers on a prayer. The ring light wobbles like a confused halo. A single lash takes flight, lands on Pavard’s shoulder—he bows like it knighted him. Death strides in with a silk pillowcase like a referee flag. “Break.” He slides it between their hands; the satin squeak is louder than the birds. They release. The crowd boos and claps at the same time. Result: Tie. Runaways proposes co-custody of the catsuit. Wow gets it daytime; Bxran gets it nights. Both hate it. Episode says “delicious.” 2) Kitchen Court (10:28 AM) — The Great Snack Sting Naughty Nacho sets a trap: a decoy bag of hot fries dusted with glitter. “Touch it, sparkle-snitch yourself.” xcharliex goes live (despite last episode’s no-post probation), whispering: “He’s setting bait—comment 🧡 if I should sample.” Chomp. He’s tagged in glitter like a disco raccoon. Kemi slams her clipboard: “Contempt of content court!” Gagaluv: “It’s giving snack felony.” Shouting turns slapstick: Naughty Nacho waves tongs like castanets. xcharliex fan-flips a wig stand like a folding chair—Frostbite snatches it midair and uses it as a microphone: “Order!” harajuku gasps, “Not the mannequin scalp!” and clutches her bows. Mini-melee (comedic, safe): Nacho lunges, xcharliex sidesteps; they do a chaotic do-si-do around the island. Satin mitts on, they end up in a mutual hoodie-hood grip, turning in circles like a kitchen Roomba. Josh spritzes rose water, Pavard places a pot lid between them like a dinner-plate peace treaty. Standoff. Mess. Zero injuries. Maximum glitter. 3) Bathroom Blowout (1:12 PM) — The Caption Crime Returns xcharliex uploads the glitter fiasco anyway with the caption: “Caught in 4K: Snack Judas.” Phones ding around the house. An ex comments eyes emoji. Peace dissolves like setting spray. Wow Platinum corners Bxran at the mirror: “Your little sidekick is leaking our plot.” Bxran: “He’s not my sidekick; he’s chaos with Wi-Fi.” Grab-n-Go (funny, non-graphic): Mirror fog, hairspray drift. Wow taps Bxran’s ponytail like a door knocker; Bxran answers with a two-count lace band tug—legal under No-Nape Rule. They shuffle, satin mitts squeaking, both refusing to let the other get a clean look at the mirror. Death slides by, lowers the ring light brightness like dimming house lights at a theater fight. Frostbite deadpans, “Intermission.” 4) House Meeting (3:00 PM) — The Vote Nobody Survives Cute Kemi convenes Emergency Edge Council. Agenda: xcharliex breaking probation & leaking footage. Naughty Nacho weaponizing glitter and the kitchen. General disrespect for Satin Mitts’ peace. Speeches: xcharliex: “The audience deserves transparency—and angles.” Naughty Nacho: “The house deserves untainted hot fries.” Gagaluv: “I deserve a mic.” (grabs a whisk) “Thank you.” Runaways: “Sanity!” AngiekStan: “Stickers!” Vote: By sticker and shout. It’s brutal and democratic. Result: EVICT xcharliex (for leaks) Naughty Nacho (for glitter assault & culinary terrorism) xcharliex (confessional): “Iconic of them to fear me.” Nacho (confessional): “I leave…but the seasoning remains.” 5) The Pack-Out (4:10 PM) — Street Evictions The girls move like a drill team. Operation: OUT OUT. harajuku carefully zips xcharliex’s wigs into garment bags—then tapes them shut with kawaii stickers that read “BYEEE.” Gagaluv tosses ring lights onto the lawn like soft discus. AngiekStan labels a cardboard box “INFLUENCER REGRETS.” Pavard stacks tripods in a polite, symmetrical pyramid because balance matters. Frostbite places the battery packs on top, “So they won’t overheat—cold courtesy.” For NaughtyNacho: The group rolls out the hot plate, a tub of queso, and the cursed mullet on top like a dessert. Josh tapes a note: “Community snacks are not warfare.” Death opens the door with the gravitas of a judge. “Time.” xcharliex tries to stall with a selfie. Wow Platinum photobombs while pointing to the street. Bxran holds the door like a bouncer. The suitcases clack down the steps to a beat. Runaways DJs Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable” instrumental (legal reasons) and everyone sings “to the left” off-key but spiritually correct. Curbside shots: Glitter trail on the sidewalk like evidence tape. A hot fry perched on the mullet like a flag. TatianaRun jogging in circles around the pile yelling, “Cardio eviction!” Final shoves: The gate shuts. Chant resumes. xcharliex blows a kiss to his ring light pyramid. Naughty Nacho salutes the hot plate. Streetlights flicker like applause. 6) Aftermath & Almost-Round-Three (6:02 PM) Inside, the victors collapse on the couch. harajuku distributes celebratory bows. Kemi erases “Emergency” from the whiteboard and writes “Maintenance Meeting.” Everyone boos. @Bxran and Wow share a moment—almost nice. Wow: “We did that.” Bxran: “We ate.” Gagaluv: “Speaking of… who has snacks?” Silence. Every head turns to the empty cabinet where Nacho’s stash used to live. Micro-brawl reheated: Four hands reach for one emergency ramen. Satin mitts go on. Pavard slides a spoon between them like a white flag. Laughter bubbles. Fight fizzles. Comedy wins. 7) Tag Confessionals (rapid fire) Kemi: “Evictions processed. Deposits forfeited: ring light dignity.” @Death: “House calmer at 40% volume.” Frostbite: “I like my drama chilled. Today was pleasant.” harajuku: “I bow to justice.” Runaways: “We run this house now.” AngiekStan: “I stan due process.” leonardo : “Peace is a hairstyle that fits everyone.” Gagaluv: “If chaos is a currency, I’m rich.” @WowPlatinum & Bxran (together): “Next.” Cliffhanger (10:44 PM) — The Re-Entry Twist A text pings the house TV: PRODUCTION: “A Re-Entry Card is hidden somewhere inside. First baddie to find it chooses: let one evictee back… or bring in a new villain.” Camera pans to the glam room vent where a gold envelope peeks out like a shy snake. Three heads turn. Four sets of heels sprint. CUT TO BLACK.

in a frookies

Why did @bradt750 call me that today- do they not know who i am?? lol

CharlotteFlair 9th

These bishes think they untouchable. You slice them in a game and they talking about its on sight gurls byes bomberv angiekstan

and her 16 gifts

Sprint

MATCH 3 MAZE THEY ARE ANNOYING AND UNNECESSARY

Please stand up

Babygirl and Mackey better be banned or im suing

“Edge Control, Crowd Control” Cold Open (0:00): Ring light wobbling. Two hands locked in deluxe ponytail grip like it’s a handshake from hell. A press-on nails cartwheels, lands on a setting powder puff like a gymnast sticking the landing. Bxran: “SAY SORRY TO MY HAIRLINE!” Wow Platinum: “I DON’T APOLOGIZE TO SYNTHETIC!” Death steps in like TSA with a satin bonnet. Freeze frame → 14 HOURS EARLIER. 1) Breakfast? More Like Brunch Fight (10:02 AM) Naughty Nacho makes “house tacos” and slaps a sticky note: Community, not Communion. Gagaluv arrives in sequins at 10:03: “I only eat drama-free eggs.” Kemi posts a whiteboard: “NO YANKING ABOVE THE EAR. FIGHT FAIR OR FIGHT FAB.” Then xcharliex goes live from the kitchen: “Comment ‘TEAM TACOS’ if you think Nacho is hoarding queso.” TatianaRun speed-walks through the shot like a mall cop in stilettos. harajuku’s edges are so sharp they set off ICameron’s autofocus. Spark: Wow Platinum sprinkles Tajín on her taco—Bxran yells, “THAT’S MY SEASONING, LITTLE MISS SPARKLE!” Wow: “Buy your own couture paprika.” Bxran: “It’s chili powder, you chandelier.” The Skirmish (funny, non-graphic): They hip-check at the island. Bxran grabs a satin scarf; Wow counters with a two-finger clip hold (respectful but shady). Runaways slides a potholder between them like a peace treaty. Josh sprays rose water: “De-escalate and hydrate.” Verdict: Kitchen Probation. They can’t stand within three tiles of each other until noon. 2) The Wig Lottery (12:11 PM) A PR box arrives: “WIG LOTTO — Scratch for Your Unit.” Everyone gets a card. Bxran scratches “30” and screams, “Thirty inches deep wave, baby!” Wow Platinum scratches “HD” and faints onto a beanbag like a Victorian widow. harajuku scratches “Kawaii Bob” and bows to it. Gagaluv scratches “Platinum Shag” and names it Court-Mandated Glam. Naughty Nacho scratches “Mullet.” The room gasps. He hugs it. “I am mullet now.” Kemi: “Install at 3PM. No sabotage, no spirit glue theft.” ICameron: “We will, in fact, be filming sabotage.” 3) Glam Room Doomsday (3:03 PM) Frostbite turns the AC to “Arctic Couture.” Lace glue shivers. Wow needs the ring light. Bxran needs the window. harajuku just needs stickers and quiet. Gagaluv narrates like a nature doc: “Observe the two alpha stylists circling the prey: a single outlet.” Boom—Contact: Bxran reaches for the light. Wow taps her wrist. Grip sequence: clip-snatch—comb flick—elastic grab—mirror dodge. A single bobby pin whistles past Pavard, who catches it midair like a monk and whispers, “Balance.” The Pull (still comedic): Wow has one hand on the back of Bxran’s ponytail—satin glove on, per house rules—while Bxran holds Wow by the install band like she’s ringing a doorbell. They shuffle in circles, the ring light squeaking like a hamster wheel. Death slides a silk pillowcase between the combatants. “Release the lace. Respect the nape.” They let go, gasping but glam. A stray lash clings to xcharliex’s cheek like a merit badge. 4) Pool Detente? (4:40 PM) Peace attempt: a “Float & Forgive” party. Runaways DJs. Nikw98 brings Capri Suns like it’s a field trip. juandav warms up vocals to harmonize with the filter pump (nobody asked, somehow slaps). Cue petty: AngiekStan posts a poll: “Whose install ate? 🍽️” The house splits into Team Window (Bxran) vs Team Ring Light (Wow) within eight seconds. harajuku falls dramatically into the pool to change the subject; wig doesn’t move. Crowd applauds. Gagaluv: “That’s a union wig.” 5) Sprinter Van From Hell (8:20 PM) They head to the club. ICameron mounts a GoPro like it’s National Geographic: Baddies at Dusk. Naughty Nacho opens a bag of hot fries—the room inhales like a choir. Kemi: “Everyone gets ten fries. This is not Versailles.” The Van Bump: Wow and Bxran sit opposite ends—peaceful until xcharliex yells, “Plot twist!” and shakes the van by bouncing in his seat. Hot fries fly. One sticks to Wow’s gloss like a bright orange moustache. Wow: “DELETE THAT.” Bxran: “Leave it; she finally has flavor.” They lean in—not fists, but hair first. Wow taps the Bxran pony like a door knocker. Bxran counters with a two-second lace tug—legal under No-Nape Rule §2. Death extends one arm without looking. Both girls stop like he hit pause on their spines. The van cheers. Comedy, not carnage. 6) Club Chaos & Caption Crimes (10:03 PM) Inside, TatianaRun jogs on beat around the VIP like it’s track practice. AngiekStan gets the DJ to shout, “IF YOUR WIG IS PAID OFF, MAKE SOME NOISE!” Frostbite orders drinks named “Seasoned Shade.” Gagaluv performs a dramatic reading of the bottle menu. xcharliex posts a story of Wow and Bxran back-to-back, caption: “Truce or pre-fight stretch?” Immediately an ex likes it, two op-ops DM mess, and Josh mutters, “Retrograde is ghetto.” Micro-brawl by the bathroom: Bxran bumps Wow’s shoulder (maybe the wall did it; maybe destiny). Wow says “excuse me” like a legal notice. Bxran says “pardon?” like a threat wrapped in manners. Grab. Counter-grab. Quarter-turn. They do a two-girl tango holding each other’s ponytails like dance partners. Security starts to walk over—Death raises a finger: “Educational moment.” They release. Crowd boo-cheers. A woman in line whispers, “10/10 form.” 7) Midnight Tribunal: Edge Court (12:11 AM) Back home, Kemi convenes EDGE COURT. Whiteboard reads: “Ring Light Schedule (odd/even days)” “No Yanking Above the Ear” “Silk Mitts During Hot Topics” “Snack Arbitration (Nacho is Treasurer of Crunch)” Sentences: Wow & Bxran: public apologies with full chest and glitter mic. xcharliex: 24-hour No-Post Probation (cruel, unusual, deserved). Gagaluv: one hour of silence tomorrow before coffee (she screams). Death: promoted to Head of Lace Security (he just nods). They agree—ish. 8) Cliffhanger Gift (1:59 AM) Doorbell. A garment bag sits on the porch with a note: “For THE Boldest Baddie. Wear at sunrise.” Wow Platinum and Bxran say, in precious harmony: “Me.” harajuku clutches her bows like pearls. Pavard breathes like a meditation app. ICameron zooms till pixels cry. CAST @WowPlatinum brxan Runaways Gagaluv Frostbite Kemi xcharliex sobriquet harajuku juandav NaughtyNacho @Nikw98 ICameron @Death @TatyanaRun Josh AngiekStan TO BE CONTINUED… Sunrise. One garment. Two egos. One neighborhood noise complaint.