There’s something about Tasha Steelz that hits like a dirty martini and a bar fight on the same night—sharp, unfiltered, and somehow elegant in the chaos. She walks into the room like she’s already kicked your ass in it, and maybe she has. Latasha Harris—born under the cruel April sky of 1988—didn’t ask for respect, she laced up boots and took it by force. If the world wanted soft hands and velvet promises, it wasn’t getting them from her. No, Steelz came wrapped in leather and attitude, delivering thunder in the ring and poetry in the pain.
From bingo halls to bright lights, from the undercards to the main event, this is the gospel of a woman who learned early that fire burns brighter when it’s bottled up for too long.
The Ring of Fire: ROH and the First Spark
Steelz kicked in the door of Ring of Honor in 2017, no gimmick, no grace period—just grit. She showed up at Supercard of Honor XI and left Brandi Lauren in the rearview mirror. It wasn’t champagne and roses, not yet, but it was a start—a cigarette lit in the alley behind the industry’s velvet rope.
She tangled with Sumie Sakai in 2018 in a non-title proving ground match. The name was fitting—Tasha was always proving something: that she belonged, that she was better, that she had more to say than a thousand men with microphones. Her 2019 No. 1 contender match win over Angelina Love, Jenny Rose, and Stella Grey was a war cry, a manifesto with suplexes.
She got her title shot against Kelly Klein. Came up short. But in Tasha’s world, you don’t count the times you fall—you count the times you rip the mat open and dare the other woman to follow you to hell.
Then COVID came—like a hook to the temple. The Ring of Honor Women’s Tournament, a chance at crowning glory, dissolved into dust. But Tasha didn’t mourn. She pivoted. Because that’s what the street teaches you: the path changes, but the hunger doesn’t.
NWA and the Baptism by Thunder
December 14, 2019—Into the Fire—Steelz walked into the National Wrestling Alliance and took a swing at Thunder Rosa. She missed. But not for lack of trying. The NWA run was short, but it had teeth. Matches against Marti Belle and Melina sharpened the edge of her blade. She was getting meaner, smarter, deadlier. Less talk, more torque.
Then came 2020.
Most people drowned. Tasha bought a boat.
The Inferno Is Lit: IMPACT, Fire ‘N Flava
Impact Wrestling wasn’t ready, but that didn’t matter. Tasha Steelz debuted in a Knockouts battle royal in 2019, a sideshow entrance in a circus of broken dreams. But when she came back in May 2020, she didn’t ask for permission—she brought gasoline. Then came Kiera Hogan, the Bonnie to her Clyde, and suddenly the Knockouts Division wasn’t a place—it was a war zone.
Fire ‘N Flava was born, baptized in sarcasm and steel chairs. Together, they set the tag division on fire. They won gold at Hard to Kill 2021, danced with violence, made enemies into examples. 99 days as champions, then dropped it at Rebellion. No sweat. They took it back at Under Siege. Two-time champs. Two-time threats.
Then came the betrayal. Savannah Evans crushed Hogan while Steelz stood still—cold, surgical, unmoved. Some called it heartless. Steelz called it Tuesday.
Queen, Crown, Carnage
July 2021 to June 2022—that’s where she built her crown. The Knockouts Knockdown tournament. The Call Your Shot Gauntlet. Then, Hard to Kill 2022—Steelz won the first-ever Knockouts Ultimate X match, swinging through steel like a spider with something to prove. She challenged Mickie James. Lost. Challenged again. Won.
And just like that, Tasha Steelz was the Knockouts World Champion.
She held that title like a razor blade—106 days of cutting promos and cutting throats. She defended against Rosemary, Havok, and then fell at Slammiversary to Jordynne Grace in the inaugural Queen of the Mountain match. A loss, sure, but what a goddamn way to go down.
The Harder Fall, the Quieter Rise
She feuded with Killer Kelly. Fought in gauntlets. Teamed with Evans again. Lost. Won. Got thrown around. Came back. Re-signed. Vanished. Re-emerged.
Tasha’s not one of those wrestlers who makes headlines every month. She’s a whisper in the locker room, a rumor with fists. When she came back in 2023 and turned babyface, it wasn’t some redemption arc. It was business. That’s the thing about Steelz—she’s never been about being loved. She’s about being remembered.
She kept swinging—Hard to Kill 2024, Sacrifice, Against All Odds. She tangled with Xia Brookside, Grace, Slamovich. Lost more than she won, but never lost the crowd, because the crowd knows a real one when they see her bleed.
No Longer Just Steelz—Now She’s The System
September 2024—she fills in for Alisha Edwards and steps into a tag title match with Masha Slamovich. They lose. Then Steelz turns on Masha, trading loyalty for legacy. She joins The System, a villainous cult of control freaks and cutthroats. By December, she’s in a Falls Count Anywhere match with Masha. She loses again, but not without dragging the match into a new level of beautiful brutality.
Then came Mustafa Ali, smooth as oil and just as flammable. Steelz got eliminated first in a title contender battle royal, and Ali—ever the opportunist—slid in with the sympathy. Now she’s his press secretary in Ali’s Cabinet. Steelz isn’t the mouthpiece. She’s the trigger.
From Fire ‘N Flava to the Cabinet, from underdog to titleholder to back-alley tactician, Tasha Steelz remains the same creature she was back in 2017—scrappy, cerebral, and carved out of the same stone they used for street prophets and prizefighters.
Final Bell
There’s no perfume here. No legend soaked in nostalgia. Just a woman who burned her own path and torched every bridge behind her. Tasha Steelz isn’t a gimmick. She’s a survivor with brass knuckles for knuckles and a heart made of old engine parts and bad decisions.
You don’t cheer for Tasha. You remember her.
Like a scar.
Like a song you only hear when you’re drunk and honest.
Like fire.