A Main-Event Entrance

That clear plastic shell held me down for long enough. With one theatrical heave, I worked my shoulder free, planted my boots against the molded plastic edge, and popped right out onto the cardboard stage! My spare championship belt was still resting in its groove, practically begging to be hoisted. I gripped that miniature mic accessory, struck a signature flex right on the edge of the open packaging, and let out a silent roar to the empty living room. The main event has officially arrived.