Mayhem in the Shower Room (for Darius)

Yatori choked on pain. Her back felt like it was right about to fracture. She'd trained flexibility into her spine, allowing her to resist the Boston crab more effectively. But she could only take so much.

So she did what Sarah wanted her to do. She bit down her dignity and screamed. "Leggo! Let me go!"

All the while praying Damian didn't rush in...

"That's my girl!" Sarah laughed, and she turned to face the camera man again. "This is usually where the victim realizes she can't win, and abandones all hope and dignity. This is where the real fun begins." With one last jerk of Yatori's legs Sarah would let them flop to the ground. She'd then swivel round, getting off of Yatori briefly so she could place her in a crippler crossface.

Yatori wasn't planning to cooperate. As soon as Sarah was but an inch off her, she'd suddenly roll away, heading to the nearest wall, groaning all the way across the slippery floor. No way was she going to let that maniac infuriate Damian...

"Aw, look at her go," Sarah cooed mockingly. "She thinks she can get away. That's so cute!" Sarah would walk away to grab something, and that something would tun out to be a folded metal chair. "Cute but annoying..." While Yatori was still down, Sarah would slam the chair across her back.

As the chair rose above Sarah's head, it would stop there and refuse to assault Yatori. if Sarah looked at the source of her weapon's immobility, she would see a meaty hand gripping the edge of the chair. Tracing the black-sleeved arm back to its owner would reveal a bald, blue-eyed man in his mid-forties. He was just a few inches taller than Sarah, but he was also broader, and while not ripped, the arm holding her chair was more like a stout oak club than an arm.

"No weapons," Damian Ragia intoned darkly.

Sarah frowned as the chair refused to budge an inch after raising it above her head. She looked up, followed the arm holding her weapon to its source, and came face to face with the intimidating man. Indimitating to most people maybe.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Sarah groaned, wrenching the chair from Damian's arm. "You're still here? Jeez, I thought she would have gotten rid of you by now. Don't you have anything better to do? Like regoining the circus freakshow." Sarah's words and unsurprised tone indicated she knew the bodyguard was there all along. Also, the Queen of Brawl didn't elaborate on who exactly 'she' was reffering to. "Now if you don't mind," Sarah said offhandedly, raising the chair for another strike to Yatori. "I have young girl to crush and humiliate."

Whatever Damian felt about Sarah's caustic mockery, he didn't show it. "You're done here," he simply stated as he strode past the armed Sarah, towards the fairly limp pile that was Yatori. "She's beaten. You can leave."

Sarah smiled mockingly as Damian the brute strode past her. If he thought he could stop this, he was wrong. "And what if I don't?" Sarah asked. She hefted the steel chair threateningly.

A shadow moved silently on top of the lockers.....

"If you don't," Damian told her, still not glancing back, though somehow able to detect Sarah's threatening gesture without looking, "I cannot assure your safety."

And he stood before the limp Yatori and looked down. "Yatori?"

"I'm sorry, Damian," the girl whispered.

"Oh, scary," Sarah said, faking a shiver at Damian's words. "You're a scary guy. Big, strong, sullen, it's no wonder people are scared of you." Even if Damaian didn't listen to her as she would grin at the situation, and would silently give a signal to the girl who had been watching the whole time.

There was an almost inaudible puff, and almost invisible to the naked eye, a colourful dart shot through the air, aimed directly so it would embed itself into Damian's broad back.