"Well, well… it looks like someone finally showed up to play. A new challenger, huh? Bold… I like bold. But let me be very clear—I’ve fought every kind of high-flyer, every technical mastermind, and every wildcard this company has thrown at me… and I’m still standing, belt in hand. So, whoever thinks they’re storming my ring better know one thing: you’re not just challenging a champion—you’re stepping into my world. And in my world… I always finish on top."She paces the ring slowly, gaze sharp, voice smooth but with just a hint of teasing. Isabelle tilts her head toward the entrance, smirk curling."So, tell me… will you be a storm I can weather… or just another name I leave behind?"She drops the mic slightly, letting the silence hang. The crowd erupts. Isabelle’s pulse quickens subtly—not from nerves, but from the faint pull she feels, the unexplainable magnetic energy Daisy radiates even from the ramp.