After some time, Leria comes out of the locker room, whining and pouting. The Baron didn’t have the words to comfort the young girl, she even ignored them and walked her way to the ramp. "May god have mercy on her." Said the white haired man. "If there’s one." Replied the Baron, fully aware of the possible outcome of the match. Leria finally reaches the ramp, praying that her opponent is sick or just can't show up. Once she was invited to the ring, the kitten would hastily walk to what she sees as her end. She barely waved her hands to her fans, didn't even blow some kisses, she was too terrified. She climbed the ring and slid under the ropes right before she went to her corner. She wanted to cry, but that wouldn't help her at all.
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