Neither...at first.

With the sounding of the bell, the crowd got hot as they greatly anticipated the start of full-blown face slapping, hair pulling, clothes shredding catfight......so one could imagine their disappointment when neither Belle nor Cinderella made any move towards such actions, and that disappointment can easily turn into displeasure which can and is voiced with a cacophony of boos.

Hearing those boos caused both princesses to flinch, neither exactly new to such a negative reaction but neither experiencing it at such a volume; what made it worse for both was that they knew what would satiate them...and neither princess wanted to go through the process.

"There has to be a way for us to go through with this," thought Belle. "Least before our inaction causes the audience to ...take things into her own hands." Belle shuddered at the possibility as she was unsure as to if the security could keep back the crowd should they rush the ring en masse; shaking that off, she'd look over at Cinderella, look over her fellow princess from toe to head...and that's when it struck her. "Cindy...I...I think I might know how we can...put ourselves through this."

"I'm listening..." said Cinderella, trepidation in her voice.

"If we...visualize one another as someone we'd want to uh...cause harm to..."

"...then you think we'll...go through with harming one another? Even...do as the rules imply?"

Belle nodded. "I might be...better-looking than they but I'm sure something about me reminds you of your stepfamily."

"Come to think of it...your hair does remind me of Drizella, if just a little."

"And yours easily reminds me of Claudette, Laurette, and Paulette, and those three were supporters of Gaston, so..."

With an understanding reached between them, both princesses closed their eyes, took a breath, and reopened them while imagining one another as someone from each other's pasts...which was much easier for Cinderella who'd advance upon Belle and deliver the first strike of the Rumble, a slap to the cheek to the delight of the crowd! Not wanting to have her idea turn against her, Belle removed her hand from her still stinging cheek and used it to retaliate against the blonde. From there, both princesses traded stinging slaps as the crowd cheered for each blow struck with some chanting either for Cinderella, Belle, or catfight.

Cinderella would be the first to escalate things between the two as she'd switch from slapping to grabbing & pulling upon Belle's hair causing the brunette to shriek in pain before reaching for a double handful of blonde which would've given her better control...if not for her first pull sending both princesses sprawling to the canvas, their heels abetting in their simultaneous fall as such footwear was not made for athletic activities, especially those of a combative nature; this turn of events left both princesses laying near one another in a heap, both groaning in agony.