Cinderella

A loud accompaniment of brass instruments would play over the PA before giving way to vocalization as an escort to the second participant.

Cinderella, you're as lovely as your name

Cinderella, you're a sunset in a frame

The lyrics handling the introduction of a fair-skinned strawberry blonde female adorn in a sparkling silvery-blue ball gown with a low-cut neckline, lighter peplum, capped sleeves, opera gloves, a delicate laced white petticoat, and a pair of clear high-heeled slippers - but not the signature crystal ones she's known for.

As Cinderella walked down the ramp, she endeavored to do so with grace in spite of her destination...and what she and her fellow Disney Princesses were told to do to one another...though a faint blush could be seen if one looked close enough.

Once she was able to enter the ring, she'd face who would be her first opponent and greet her with a slight bow. "Belle."

"Cinderella," obliged the brunette.

Smiling, Cinderella replied, "Please, I don't mind if you shorten it to Cindy; it might help us both make it through...this."

"You mean...to ease our minds?"

"S...Something like that." If there was an ease of mind between them, it went back to being uneasy once the bell rang.