Sarah Gatt was in bad mood.
It had been a series of unfortunates that day for the Queen of Brawl. The kind of day where everything that could go wrong did. It started off in the morning when her coffee maker had broken It only proceeded to get worse when she discovered that her building's hot water was on the fritz so she couldn't even take a nice hot shower. Then she found out that her motorcycle had a flat tire. And to top it all off she had been informed that she had no matches scheduled for today! So not only had her day been shit from the get go but now she couldn't even take it out on a hapless opponent in the ring!
The gym was the only option Sarah had left for today when it came to hitting something. That or going out into the street and starting a fight with some random person but the police sorta frowned on that. So now Sarah Gatt found herself in the gym, grumpy as all hell, looking to vent some frustrations. Of course, she hadn't decided if she was going to do that on a punching bag or an actual person. It wouldn't be the first time Sarah had left someone bloodied and KO'd in a workout area.
Dressed in a red tight fitting top and black form fitting shorts Sarah scanned the gym around her with a scowl. It was pretty empty tonight and not many people could be seen. So far Sarah could only spot one: some short girl practicing on a punching bag.....the same punching bag that Sarah had intended to use.
The redhead's scowl deepened at another example of the bad luck she had today. However, this time she could actually do something about it. Red eyes transfixed on the blonde stranger Sarah would march her way over to her with dark purpose. Once close enough Sarah would attempt to shove the smaller girl out of the way of the punching back. As always, Sarah thought actions spoke louder than words. "
Fuck off," Sarah would growl at the girl. "
This is my bag. Go get another."