New wounds, old scars

Rebecca just stood there unmoving as the cold steel pressed against her throat, Sarah's taunting laugh echoing through her mind. The red head managed to get a rise out of her, and an informative one at that. Apparently this thug had some brain power, and a lot of resources at her disposal.

Watching them leave one by one, her glare following each of them as they left the amazon alone. "FUCK!" She screamed, turning back to smash her head against a wall. Of course it was a trap, what wasn't when it concerned them? Now she'd gotten Adrian in danger again, this time from people who just did whatever they felt like, and got away with it she thought miserably. She needed something to bust some stress before she could bear seeing her again. Maybe a singles match for once, not have to worry about protecting anyone even if just for a brief moment. The Gatt Attack could wait for a moment, hopefully until whatever deal Adrian had panned out with the commisioner.