“Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
A quick drum beat suddenly blasts through the arena speakers as the first entrance theme kicks in.
Tia's Emterance Music
Out steps Tia Harris.
Tia Harris

She plants her hands on her hips for a moment, scanning the crowd before cracking a confident grin.
With a quick nod, she begins making her way down the ramp.
The crowd cheers as she slaps a few hands along the barricade, her confident stride showing the relaxed swagger of someone who’s comfortable in the spotlight. She rolls her shoulders as she walks, loosening up like an athlete ready to get to work.
Reaching the ring, Tia grabs the top rope and pulls herself onto the apron with ease.
She pauses briefly, wiping a strand of hair from her face before stepping through the ropes.
Once inside the ring, she stretches her arms across the ropes in her corner, leaning back slightly to loosen her shoulders. The referee approaches to check her gear while Tia bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, staying warm.
She glances toward the entrance ramp.
Clearly she’s ready.
But there’s a hint of curiosity in her expression too.
Tia had been told she had a match tonight…
…but no one had told her who her opponent was.
So now she waits in the center of the ring, arms resting on the top rope, eyes locked on the stage as she prepares to see who will walk out next.
