Her Brother's Keeper

Timing. It was all about timing.

Divine, Mako and an extremely reluctant Stone laid in wait around the backstage area, setting up around a darkened corner of the studip. Dresses in their usual outfits, leather all around, looking they were ready to hit the road soon. And they would be. But not before they handled a little business.

"Last chance to join in on the fun, Stone." Divine looked around the corner for a quick glance, then turned back to the towering blonde with a playful grin on her face."Never know. You might like it."

Stone rolled her eyes but didn't even bother to look Divine's way as she did, staying focused on the camera she was setting up. She'd been teasing her all day about this as if it was the funniest thing ever. It wasn't. It really wasn't. "Sorry, I haven't magically turned bi in the last ten minutes. Hate to  disappoint  you. I'm recording, that's it." 

Divine  had  a little giggle and went back to watching around the corner. Stone was being her usual surly self, trying to rain on her parade. It wouldn't work. Not today. Today was going to be her day.

She'd been wanting to get back at Mariko ever since their match a few weeks ago, craving for some real payback. Sure, she and Stone and Mako [i]did[i] beat the crap out of her, but it wasn't enough by itself. Not after what that little Japanese bitch had done to her. Sitting on her face. Rejecting her. Biting her. Making everyone laugh and laugh and laugh. Kicking her in the face wasn't enough - that just made her a hero to all the little pissants in the peanut gallery. No, what Divine really wanted was something so much deeper, so much more personal, someone who could help her not just hurt Mariko, but humliate her.

Like, say, Mariko's brother. Yamato.

It had taken a little coercing, but Divine managed to make sure that Yamato was called in during this night's taping of Tension, and he would have to pass by this way when he was heading towards the men's locker rooms. When he came by, it would just be a matter of springing the trap and having their fun...if Mako and Stone played their parts correctly. Which might've been a bigger problem than she hoped for.

Mako leaned against the wall beside Divine, with her arms folded and  her stare straight ahead. Quiet. Mako was rarely quiet, but she hadn't had much to say for the past few days. Not since he little squabble with Amy Poford, not since she nearly got beaten in front of the whole gang. There'd been this unspoken tension between their little group, and it felt like it was finally reaching the breaking point. Right...about...now.

"Stone." Mako cocked her head to the side as she looked at the tallest Valkyrie. "Who's side are you on?"

Stone glared. Divine winced.

"You're serious with this?" Stone held the camera down and stood up all the way, looking down on Mako like a parent with her unruly child. Which wasn't too far off from the actual way of things. "We're having this discussion now?"

"I think now is the perfect time." Mako pushed off the wall, not fazed by her iron glare in the least. "It's always been a little something with you, lately. Ever since we started up in Tension, you've been acting all shady, giving me way more shit than usual. Starting to wonder if I'm really dealing with a Valkyrie or-"

Stone was quick to cut her off with a raised hand and a pointed finger. "I was a Valkyrie way before you were."

"Back when it didn't mean shit, yeah." Mako took another step forward and stood tall on her toes, closing the distance between them. "Odin's gone, stop acting like-"

Divine broke the drama with a long groan."Can you two save it for another day, please? When we don't have stuff to do?" She stayed focused on the hallway. "Get ready, I think he'll be coming soon..."

Yamato Ishii whistled a casual tune as he drew close to the Tension arena in Kyoto. The last week and a half had been one of the more bizarre periods of time he could remember going through in his life. “Strange and unexpected” seemed to be the theme of everything happening around him, and today wasn’t any different. He’d only just returned a day ago after being out of the country for a week, and was suddenly called by some people from Tension saying he’d be needed at tonight’s show. He’d never been given such short notice before, and he didn’t even know what he was supposedly needed for. A match, maybe? Did someone need to talk to him about something?

Well, whatever the case, the young man was in far too good a mood to delve into it too much. He’d just show up as he was asked, and see what happened. Oh! Gotta let Mariko know. he thought to himself, before taking out his phone and dialing his sister’s number. It rang a few times, before her familiar voice was heard from the other end.

“Hey, Yamato-kun. What’s up?”

“Hey, sis. Not too much, I think. But I got called down to the arena for tonight’s show. Not sure why yet, but you should watch just in case I end up actually being on the show.”

“Huh?” Mariko asked curiously as she turned on the TV and changed the channel to where Tension would be showing. “That short notice, and they didn’t even tell you anything?”

Yamato just shrugged, not that Mariko could even see it. “Eh. It is a little strange, but I’ll find out what it’s all about soon.”

“Well...alright, then. Just be careful, and don’t do anything stupid, alright? You only just came back, you know...”

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” he replied. “Hey, I’m just about there now, but I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright. Later, Yamato-kun.”

Both phones hang up, and Mariko went to pour herself a glass of wine before returning to her couch to watch that night’s Tension.

Meanwhile, Yamato opened the door to enter the arena. He brought his bag with his ring gear just in case they had a match lined up for him, and was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt as he made his way through the backstage area, heading toward the men’s locker rooms.

Divine hated waiting and she really hated waiting while Mako and Stone were at loggerheads, so it was a good thing she didn't have to do either for too long - soon enough, Yamato came their way. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight, too. She could've said a lot of nasty things about Mariko - and likely would, before their time was done - but 'ugly' was never a word she'd use against her, and Divine was quite happy to see her brother was no different off the camera.  Cute, boyish, with an excellent body to back it all up. Hotness ran in the family, apparently.

"Showtime." She ducked back behind the corner and unzipped her jacket, winking at Stone while she unveiled the hot, red bra underneath. "Watch and learn."

Divine sauntered her way out from behind the corner as Yamato approach. Chest forward. A little sway in her hips.  A confused look on her face. She looked from side to side until her eyes fell on Yamato. Then she brightened. Eyes wide. Happily surprised.

"Oh, thank God." She sighed, relieved, and made her way over to him. "I'm sorry, I hate to bother you, but I could use your help for a second." She rolled her eyes and thumbed towards the back. "I have to move some equipment around for my match, and the stagehands are all busy, and it's way too heavy for me to get by myself, and..."

Yamato continued making his way through the backstage area of Tension’s arena, until a rather un-ignorable sight caught his eye. A drop-dead gorgeous woman was making her way right toward him. The perfect amount of cleavage she was showing with that beautiful red bra, and the way those majestic hips swayed with each step she took, you’d think Yamato was being hypnotized the way he couldn’t help but stare.

And then her eyes found his, and the sight of him seemed to make her happy for some reason. He had no earthly clue why, but didn’t bother questioning it for a single moment as the beautiful woman stepped right on over to him.

If he had some sort of lie detector, it’d be going crazy as Divine spoke. And if he were thinking straight, he wouldn’t even need it to tell. What kind of heavy equipment could someone like her possibly need help moving out to the ring for a match? But, thinking straight isn’t exactly easy to do when staring right at someone like her.

“Uh,y-yeah, sure thing! I’d love to help!” he replied with a bright, friendly smile, and a bit of a blush, not even thinking as he spoke. Unable to help but look a tad goofy, he held out a hand to the woman. “I’m Yamato, by the way. Yamato Ishii. Nice to meet you.” Then glancing over in the direction she pointed, he started walking over that way. “It’s this way, right? And what is it I’m helping you move again...?”

Hook, line, and sinker.

Divine got a little blush on her cheeks as she shook his hand, then spurt out with a girlish giggle. "Oh, I know you. Everyone who watched Showdown knows the amazing Yamato Ishii." Flattery. The only thing more attractive than an attractive woman is an attractive woman who's interested in you. "You and your sister should have so won the titles. Never saw anyone fight so hard."[/color.]

That was what Divine heard about it, anyway. She never bothered to watch the pay shows.

"Rosalita Fernandez, papi." She loaded up the last word with plenty of her rich, heavy, Latin American accent."But you can call me Rose."

She turned around and started to lead the lamb to slaughter, giving her hips some extra shake along the way."Yeah, just this way. It's mostly sound equipment. Nothing too heavy for a guy like you, but not all of us were born with a body like that."

'Rose' gave him a little whistle and looked him on we with an approving smile, as they started turning the corner. Close, now...

Divine was giving an Oscar-worthy performance, and Yamato was buying every last word that came out her pretty lips, even blushing at the compliment she gave him. “Really? Wow, I had no idea. Thanks.” he said, chuckling and scratching his head. “Yeah, well, there’s always next time. I’m sure we’ll get those belts sooner or later!” he said cheerfully, very much enjoying the fact that he seemed to have a new fangirl.

And that accent. She couldn’t have sounded any sexier if she’d tried, and it was obviously more than a little effective. One look at his face was plenty of evidence of that. “Th-that’s a pretty name, Rose. Nice to meet you.” He already said that. But at this point he hardly even knew what he was saying anymore.

As they started walking, “Rose” took the lead, giving Yamato plenty to watch as those hips shook. “H-heh. Well, glad I can help.” What was it she needed help lifting again? He already forgot. Or maybe he never even heard it in the first place. Either way, didn’t matter. She already had his attention as it was, but now she had it nice and secured with that smile and whistle. Yamato simply smiled like a fool and followed along as they turned the corner, completely unaware what he was walking into.

Young, bright, handsome so full of energy, yet so painfully naive. Divine could understand why Mariko had seemed so protective of the guy - even though Yamoto was the older sibling, she could tell he was falling a bit behind when it came to mental department. She also couldn't help but note that he seemed to have no idea who she really was. Which meant he hadn't seen the match. Which meant he would have no idea why this was about to happen. She prefered it that way.

Divine turned the corner, then stopped and started to turn on her heels. Her smile abruptly changed from kind and welcoming to dark and dangerous. "Now."

Mako emerged from the darkness behind Yamato and jumped up, grabbing his hair from behind with one hand and slamming her chained fist into his back with the other. Divine spun around at the same time and swung her leg at his stomach with a fierce roundhouse kick, trying to drive the air clean out of him - calling for help would immensely complicate this, but he couldn't do that if he couldn't breathe.

And Stone caught it all on tap. Moving out behind Mako, looking down on the scene while the red light flashed.

Yamato had never been one to watch any matches of his sister’s that contained hentai elements in the stipulations. He’d tried to watch one once, her crossover humiliation match with a Friction newcomer. But it felt too awkward, and he just had to turn off the TV off. Since then, any time Mariko had a match like that, Yamato elected not to watch, and would simply call or text her later to ask how it went. He knew Mariko had competed in a facesit war against someone named Divine, and that things had gotten rough. But Mariko had downplayed the whole thing to him over the phone afterward so he wouldn’t worry, and he never actually saw any of it. So as far as he knew, “Rose” really was just a pretty fan of his who wanted his help moving...something.

But unbeknownst to him at the moment, she was really more like a Siren, luring him into an extremely dangerous trap. And as she abruptly stopped and turned around, her smile suddenly conveying something very different from what it was a moment ago, suspicion finally started to creep into Yamato’s mind. But unfortunately it was far too little, far too late.

Before he could even question anything, a hand suddenly grabbed a hold of his brown locks, and a chain-covered fist drove itself right into his spine. “Agh!” he gasped out, cringing at the sudden pain that surged through his back. And not even a second later, Divine’s kick slammed right into his stomach, knocking the wind right out of his sails. “Gwah!” His arm immediately moved over his stomach. If Mako had let go of his hair, Yamato would stumble down to his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air. But even if she hadn’t let go, he’d still be too stunned by the sudden attack to effectively fight back.

Divine had a harsh laugh as Yamato went down, supremely enjoying the sight of the stupid look on his face, the feel of her foot sinking deep into his toned stomach, the awkward sound of surprise and pain that came from his lips. Mako released his hair and he immediately fell down to his knees before her, exactly where the Ishii siblings belonged. Mariko would be getting down there, too. Eventually. But for now, one Ishii would be more than sufficient.

Mako back away and gripped the chain tight with her fist, nodding at the handiwork. "Yamato, right?" She dashed back in and drilled her fist into her spine, trying to lay him out. "Heard you wanted to meet the Valkyries. Today is your lucky day, man."

Divine was a little worried she might overdo it - she wanted him lucid for what was about to happen, not comatose. But fortunately, she did have some idea of restraint, and immediately moved to grab him by the ankle from behind. Phase two of the plan: get him hidden.

"Very lucky." Divine gave Yamato a quick kick upside the head, drilling the point of her boot into the side of his temple to knock the fight out of him. From there it was just a simple matter of grabbing him by the arm and dragging along with Mako's help, taking him towards a very special room they had set up nearby...

The cold laughter of the Valkyrie rang out in Yamato’s ears as pain suddenly consumed him and he collapsed down onto his knees. What the hell was going on? Only a moment ago this woman was offering him all sorts of compliments and asking for his help, and now she seemed to be getting quite a thrill out of his sudden suffering. Who was she-- no, who were these people, and why were they attacking him?

All would become clear in a moment, but not before Mako first slammed her fist into his spine once again, dropping him down onto the ground completely. “Urgh!” he grunted out as he collapsed. But then his eyes went wide with surprise as Mako spoke. The Valkyries? Indeed he had wanted a chance to compete against them someday. But right now, as he realized three very dangerous women were surrounding him with the clear intention of attacking him, needless to say that same desire and enthusiasm wasn’t exactly prominent among his current feelings. “Shit...” he muttered.

He placed his hands on the ground and started trying to push himself up, but any hopes of getting back to his feet were quickly done away with as Divine’s boot smacked right into the side of his head. The impact heavily dazed him as he once again fell back to the ground, hearing almost nothing now but a loud ringing in his head as the two women began dragging his body away. “Uughh...”