Alias: The Queen of Brawl
Sex: Female
Age: 28
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 158 lbs
Nationality: Canadian
Alignment: Heel (Chaotic Evil)
Entrance music: Betrayal by Lita Ford
Wrestling Attire
Appearance: Average height with red hair owing to her Irish heritage. Eyes of fire. Sarah's body is particularity toned without being overly muscular with not an ounce of fat on her. Despite a lifetime of being punched her face has held up nicely, making the thuggish woman rather beautiful.
On the way to the next fight
Work it Girl
One of the few times she got a real job
Another day, another brawl
Combat Info
Fighting Style: Sarah is not known as the Queen of Brawl for nothing. When it comes to a straight up fistfight there are few who can give her a challenge. After fighting in various arenas and several pro leagues, and just being a fan of pro wrestling in general, Sarah has developed a repertoire of basic slams, submissions and rope maneuvers. While capable of versatility a straight up slug-fest will always be Sarah's strongest.
Prefered Attacks: Powerful punches and brutal knees with the odd power move being thrown in as well. Easy to do submissions are a must if you want to hear them scream...
Prefered Matches: Standard, NHB, Cage
Physical Stats
General Stats
Endurance: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (Takes a licking and keeps on ticking)
Strength: ★ ★ ★ ★ (Not the strongest, but far from weak)
Speed: ★ ★ ★ ★ (You'll never see it coming)
Defense: ★ (Just take the hit, pussy)
Technique: ★ (Self taught)
Wrestling Stats
Strikes: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ (Knock you the the fuck out)
Submissions: ★ ★ ★ (Love to make em' scream)
Powerhouse: ★ ★ ★ (Nothing too complicated)
Aerials: ★ (What am I? A bird?)
Counters: ★ ★ ★ (I'll getcha back)
Finishing Move: To be done later
Biography
History
History: The life of Sarah Gatt has never been an easy one. Born in British Columbia to selfish low income parents she barely even had a childhood before it all went wrong. Her Dad lost his life drinking and driving when she was only four years old. A year after that her Mom just up and abandoned her without so much as a goodbye. It was only when the landlord came barging into the small apartment looking for the rent days later did anyone find out that Sarah was well and truly alone in the world.
She was raised in foster care for the next 8 years, spending the rest of her childhood in the system bouncing from home to home. The constant disappointment of never finding a new home combined with the harsh realities of the foster system began to instill in Sarah a deep bitterness and loathing for the world around her. As she reached her teen years those feelings quickly evolved into hate. Fights became the norm for Sarah wherever she went, with bloody noses often being received or dished out among her fellow foster children.
It was when she was fifteen that Sarah decided to bail, having enough of living within the system. She took to the streets and lived homeless for years, doing whatever she could to survive. She squatted in abandoned buildings, mugged people for their money, broke into places to steal their things, and bloodied her fists everyday to avoid becoming another victim of this cruel world. Those were hard times but in Sarah's eyes she had no regrets. For it was in the streets that her life began anew.
Having been fighting tooth and nail for everything all her life Sarah was particularly talented in the underground fighting world; small gatherings where the poor and desperate would cheer and bet on two fighters brutally going at it. Sarah was a natural. Her sharpened reflexes from years of fighting and her total disregard for her any of her opponents well beings molded her into a deadly street fighter. At first it was just a way to earn some cash but something unexpected happened the first time Sarah dispatched a bloodied opponent in an unconscious heap:
She enjoyed it.
The feeling was undeniable; intoxicating even. As the crowd cheered as Sarah stood over her beaten and dominated opponent she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: joy. She loved the feeling of completely destroying another person in combat. Every other fight she won in her life had just been to survive another day but to actually make money doing it?
Victories were racking up by the day and soon her reputation began to grow. Tales of the viscous, unbeatable red haired woman swept through the underworld like fire, and Sarah found herself being asked to fight in bigger and bigger venues against stronger and stronger opponents. Sarah loved every challenge, every new fight, and more importantly, every victory. Soon enough she grew too big for the underworld but as her legend grew she was eventually given legitimate contracts by actual fighting leagues asking her to join up. Not since Sarah had run away from foster care had she been more sure of doing anything in her life.
For the next seven years Sarah traveled nation to nation, joining league after league to challenge fighters of all shapes and sizes, of all styles and creeds. Each victory and defeat would increase her capability and grow her legend. The story would be much the same wherever Sarah traveled: a red-haired competitor would join a league, devastate its roster, win and lose titles, acquire allies and amass enemies, and then vanish as quickly as she had arrived. Months later, she would appear again in a new league and the cycle would begin anew. In all these places in all the lands Sarah's fan given title would follow her wherever she went.
And now.....the Queen of Brawl had arrived at L.A.W.
She was raised in foster care for the next 8 years, spending the rest of her childhood in the system bouncing from home to home. The constant disappointment of never finding a new home combined with the harsh realities of the foster system began to instill in Sarah a deep bitterness and loathing for the world around her. As she reached her teen years those feelings quickly evolved into hate. Fights became the norm for Sarah wherever she went, with bloody noses often being received or dished out among her fellow foster children.
It was when she was fifteen that Sarah decided to bail, having enough of living within the system. She took to the streets and lived homeless for years, doing whatever she could to survive. She squatted in abandoned buildings, mugged people for their money, broke into places to steal their things, and bloodied her fists everyday to avoid becoming another victim of this cruel world. Those were hard times but in Sarah's eyes she had no regrets. For it was in the streets that her life began anew.
Having been fighting tooth and nail for everything all her life Sarah was particularly talented in the underground fighting world; small gatherings where the poor and desperate would cheer and bet on two fighters brutally going at it. Sarah was a natural. Her sharpened reflexes from years of fighting and her total disregard for her any of her opponents well beings molded her into a deadly street fighter. At first it was just a way to earn some cash but something unexpected happened the first time Sarah dispatched a bloodied opponent in an unconscious heap:
She enjoyed it.
The feeling was undeniable; intoxicating even. As the crowd cheered as Sarah stood over her beaten and dominated opponent she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: joy. She loved the feeling of completely destroying another person in combat. Every other fight she won in her life had just been to survive another day but to actually make money doing it?
Victories were racking up by the day and soon her reputation began to grow. Tales of the viscous, unbeatable red haired woman swept through the underworld like fire, and Sarah found herself being asked to fight in bigger and bigger venues against stronger and stronger opponents. Sarah loved every challenge, every new fight, and more importantly, every victory. Soon enough she grew too big for the underworld but as her legend grew she was eventually given legitimate contracts by actual fighting leagues asking her to join up. Not since Sarah had run away from foster care had she been more sure of doing anything in her life.
For the next seven years Sarah traveled nation to nation, joining league after league to challenge fighters of all shapes and sizes, of all styles and creeds. Each victory and defeat would increase her capability and grow her legend. The story would be much the same wherever Sarah traveled: a red-haired competitor would join a league, devastate its roster, win and lose titles, acquire allies and amass enemies, and then vanish as quickly as she had arrived. Months later, she would appear again in a new league and the cycle would begin anew. In all these places in all the lands Sarah's fan given title would follow her wherever she went.
And now.....the Queen of Brawl had arrived at L.A.W.
Personality: Sarah is a wicked creature to be sure; she's never truly happy unless she's performing a beatdown. Her wicked smile has become one to be feared in many leagues. Even with no formal training in any kind of martial art she's confident to the point of being extremely reckless, born from having more fighting experience than most of the L.A.W. roster. In a match she's sadistic, brutal, and some would say down right maniacal. She will do everything capable to make sure you're the one defeated at her feet, and will enjoy every moment making it happen. Outside of fights Sarah is still rather abrasive, looking for any excuse to punch someone in the face, but she has been known to drop her guard and let people in from time to time.
Likes
Fighting obviously
Getting super drunk
Smoking
Hanging out with her chosen few
Samurai movies
People fearing her
Dislikes
The cops
Haughty bitches
Her parents
Hentai Matches
Rules
Authority
L.A.W Record
W: 0
L: 0
D: 0