Tiffany the Schoolgirl

The crowd cheers settle down when your music does. A wave, a stretch, a standing jog to get the blood pumping, you know the drill. A school bell plays, followed by "Heart to Break" by Kim Petras. Your opponent skips through the curtain.

"Class is in session boys & girls. This five feet of fury likes to fly far, fight fast & fuck ferociously. Sweet as a bon-bon & hard as a jawbreaker, she is the Schoolgirl... Tiffany!"

A braid of blonde hair flows down, tied off with a bow. Her uniform is a smart blazer & pleated skirt in yellow plaid, with white socks, modified dress shoes, & a small bag hanging over her shoulder. Pert booty & pert boobies bounce along as she kicks her knees & swings her waist. She eyes a fan in the front row & offers them a big friendly hug, but when they lean in for it she pulls back & pokes her tongue out. The audience laughs at the prank, including the poor sap himself.

When she steps onto the apron you confirm she really is 5 feet nothing, her blue eyes barely pass over the top rope. She waves at you giddily, you don't respond, she pouts sadly.

Oh, gee, sorry. Wait, why am I... oh never mind.

Tiffany climbs the corner from the outside, 1st turnbuckle then 2nd then 3rd, sitting herself cross-legged across the top corner. When she throws up her hands with 3 fingers up, the crowd begins to count along with her. "3... 2... 1..." They roar as she hops back, hooking the turnbuckle with her legs & hanging upside-down on the outer ringpost (giving you a peak up her skirt.) She peels of her blazer & lobs it into the ringside seats. Sitting back up let's you peak at her titties, behind a white button-up shirt 2 size too small. Without even using her hands, she hops onto the mat & strikes an adorable 'look at me' pose.