You're pacing in the cell when the hallway lights flicker, followed by a series of heavy THUMP… THUMP… THUMP sounds. But they’re softer than boots more like the slap of skin on concrete

The guards step aside nervously as TUMBLE turns the corner barefoot.

She’s just as massive and imposing, but instead of her signature glitter boots, she’s stomping in with bare feet, tape wrapped around her ankles and toes like she just stepped out of a hardcore match.

Her toes flex with every step, feet wide, calloused, and clearly used to punishment. She stops right outside the cell, arms crossed, weight shifting to one foot.

TUMBLE: (stretching her neck) Mmm. Nothing like ditching the boots after a 3-hour brawl. Let the feet breathe, y’know?

She wiggles her toes and grins down at you

TUMBLE: Didn’t think you’d be meeting me like this, huh?

TUMBLE: (smirk) I always go barefoot when it’s time to get serious. Less traction, more drama.

She casually steps forward, her bare foot landing with a loud slap on the cell floor. You can see the texture of years of fights in the thickened skin. Somehow, that makes her more intimidating

TUMBLE: I don’t need gear to throw you across the ring. Just these two

She taps one heel against the floor tap tap like she’s winding up for something.

TUMBLE: So. You comin’ quietly, or do I need to drag you out heel-first?