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Often a woman of composure and pride, the redhead felt she had reason not to be this evening as she quite literally tore her way through the locker-room area - throwing stage hands out of her way with aggressive motions, before literally shoving them out of the way.
There was little reason for Eileen to do so - besides catharsis. For the woman wasn't scheduled to be here this evening - she was neither scheduled for an appearance in ring, nor for an appearance in a spar. Nay, Eileen Sommers seemed simply out to hurt those weaker around her, as she soon saw fit to shoulder barge the nearest stage hand as hard as she could. In a motion that effectively sent her flying.
"Insect..."