Mayhem in the Shower Room (for Darius)

Yatori hummed as she showered. Hot water sluiced down her body, washing away a mixture of sweat and cum. She'd just enjoyed a little tryst with Tajiri Masane in the form of a spur-of-the-moment hentai match. Even now she was still replaying the pleasant scenario inside her head.

Masane...

With a spring in her step and a cameraman in tow, Sarah Gatt entered the locker room.

She wore her regular street clothes at the moment, consisting of her jeans, black t-shirt and leather jacket on top. When in the doorway she quickly checked around, making sure the place was empty, and quickly ushered the man with the camera in once she saw it was. "Got a special treat for you today," Sarah said to him as she went to her locker. With a smirk she slipped of her jacket, hanging it up in her locker. Then she slowly began to remove her t-shirt, revealing her black bra underneath. The camera man happily recorded it all.

Yatori was oblivious to the new arrival in the locker room, as she was enjoying her ablution alongside the thought of Masane.

Sarah meanwhile had taken all of her clothes off, including her training weight, and was now putting on a more revealing outfit. She now wore a black sports bra and a pair of tight black shorts to match. "Ah, that's better," Sarah sighed, smiling at the camera. Wordlessly she gestured the camera man on again, and they both slipped into the shower area. There was only one shower running in there, and that's where Sarah was heading, with an evil smile on her face. Shifting out of view, Sarah knocked on the stall door. "Excuse me?" she called sweetly. "We're doing a few wrestler interviews out here. Would you like to take place as well?"

Yatori had just turned off the water when the knock on her door sounded. She blinked. Do I know that voice? And why does Masane still come to mind? Frowning, she answered, "Sure, I'll be coming out in a moment..."

She thought to wrap her towel around her, but decided to go naked instead. if there was trouble, her towel would only hinder her.

Ready, she reached out to unlock the door, taking care not to be within range of it if it was kicked open.

Once Yatori opened the stall door the first thing she would see was the camera man, who would eagerly take in her naked form, showing her that this may not be a hoax. Little did she know was that Sarah was standing out of view, off to the side of the door, waiting for Yatori to step out. If she did, Sarah would immediately come up behind her, and with a grin nail her with a punch in the back of her head.

Again Yatori blinked. There was a cameraman enjoying the show as always. But where was the speaker?

Still feeling suspicious, she stepped out- and just barely ducked the punch aimed at the back of her head.

Not my head, darn it! I just came out of a coma!

She darted away from her attack to open the distance. When she saw her face- "You!"

"Me!" Sarah cackled, her signature dark grin spread across her face. She didn't mind that her attack had failed, there would be plenty of time to try again. "Allow me to introduce myself, miss Yatori. My name is Sarah Gatt! A pleasure to make your aquintance. Excuse me for a minute." She turned away from the Yatori to the filming camera man.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another segment of 'Backstage Beatdowns'! As always, I'm your host, Sarah Gatt. And our lovely victim for the day is, drumroll please........Shizuka Yatori!" Sarah gave a mock appluase at the humourous introductions. "Todays segment has been sponsored by Masane Tajiri. This one's for you, babe!" With that final statement Sarah turned back to Yatori, an unnerving smile gracing her feautes. "Now let's get this party started..." Sarah cracked her knuckles one by one and advanced on the naked beauty.

Yatori knew Sarah by name, all right. She also expected the sneak attack, though not the timing. What she didn't expect was the rather elaborate attempt to record this for all posterity. Is this woman some sort of glutton for attention?

She sensed movement behind her. Damian's here. Her fingers gestured subtly. No, I can handle this. Stay out of it. It's personal.

"I don't mind you dropping in on me for a match," she drawled. "But since you're in the shower, shouldn't you be in proper uniform?" She eyed Sarah's clothing dismissively.

"Oh, I'm quite comfortable, thanks," Sarah replied dismissively. Sarah was already wearing an outfit that would make her more comfortable fighting in such conditions, any less and she'd be pushing the bounderies. If Yatori wanted it off she'd have to work for it. "Now that the pleasentries are out of the way, what we get right to me kicking your ass?" Sarah would suddenly dart forward then, a hard punch aimed right into Yatori's gut. Sarah wasn't wearing her training weights this time around, so her attacks would come much faster.