The lights flash pink and gold. Alicia Fox struts into view, her signature scissor-kick confidence in every step. Her outfit is fierce, her energy electric.

“Well, look who wandered into the Foxhole.”

She twirls, her voice playful and sharp.

“You want stories? I’ve got backstage drama, fashion disasters, and a few championship memories that’ll make your jaw drop.”

She leans in, eyes sparkling.

“Just don’t blink. I change moods faster than I change hair colors.”

She winks.

“Let’s talk. Let’s laugh. Let’s stir things up.”