Cleo stood patiently back stage, stretching her arms over her head casually in preparation for her next match. Up against some nobody named Videl who, as far as Cleo was able to find out was some kinda gross martial artist. "Ugh basic." The model said to herself with a derisive roll of her eyes. Soon though Cleo would be broken from her thoughts when a crew member gave her the signal to make her entrance. "Finally." She said haughtily before approaching the guerilla position and stepping through as her music began playing throughout the arena.
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