Description: Amandine clashes with Shermie in the semifinals to Ristar 2022! Who will win? Who will fry?!
Not since Shakira performed here on her El Dorado world tour, has Red Square been graced by the presence of such a striking sight, whose name begins with the letters Sh! Like the Columbian popstar, Shermie's hips never lie, although she can't promise the same from her lips! Her journey to the semi finals has been a fairly smooth one and she's feeling confident of her chances, despite knowing next to nothing about her opponent. Someone mentioned she was a talented cook though, so whatever the result, at least they should be okay for after fight snacks!
A square has been set up within the square, that resembles those most commonly seen in boxing and wrestling matches. The area directly surrounding it has been set aside for a small amount of spectators and a fair few curious tourists are looking over in the direction, as they pass through on their city sightseeing. Shermie has dressed for the Russian affair, sporting a white fur ushanka hat, with matching coat and boots. Word has recently reached her that her bandmate, Chris has been knocked out of the Ristar tournament and should be be successful, she will fight someone named Mei Feng in the final. For now though, she's focused on this evening.
It's that time of the day when the sun is low in the sky, casting a golden hazy glow over all it falls upon. The temperature is currently at eighteen degrees celcius, which makes the redhead's outfit a little redundant. Thankfully she's got something on underneath and as she climbs in to the ring, she discards the hat and coat, revealing her long locks and closely clinging black minidress beneath.
"So you're saying she's a popstar," Amandine spoke slowly and with a quiet reservation completely unnatural for her. "And she designs her own clothes," Amandine's tone remains uncharacteristically even.
"And she looks like THAT?! UGH!!!!!"
Amandine is dressed in her usual, elaborate gothic lolita wardrobe. She drags Tantalus, the mighty cauldron, behind her with a steady sliding of metal against cement. Each step has a heavy tap of the tiny, sub-5' woman's heels against the street as she makes her way to the stage.
"Hi," Amandine says with a scowl as she comes up to the side of the stage, barely able to look over the floor of it. "You MUST be Shermie." The Romanian's eyes follow the other fighter's silhouette for a moment before she pointedly looks away with a HMPH. "I GUESS we should get started. HUH."
What follows is an exercise in comedy as Amandine tries to figure out the most graceful way to mount the stage.
At the sight of the cauldron, Shermie can't help but stop and stare.
"Is she going to try and boil me alive?" she wonders, her painted pink lips curling up into an amused smile.
"Your outfit is tres interesting, cherie! Is the scowl an accessory too, or is that because you are unhappy? Perhaps it is because your cauldron is so heavy! Here, let me help you."
With that, she's rushing over to the Romanian, offering her surprisingly strong arms to help heft the cauldron into the ring.
"Oh, GREAT. You're just SAYING that." Amandine folds her arms with a "Hmph" before shaking her massive mane of black-hair behind her. "Oh, no no," she looks at Tantalus. "I've GOT it."
Amandine tugs on the chain, pulling it taut, the swings the thing around like it was a flail--one handed, no less. The other hand perches haughtily on her hip. ... is she trying to show off now?
She finally tosses it up and over the side of the ring--and over Shermie--toward the middle. As the chain reaches the end of its length it pulls on other end around her waist and suddenly and violently yoinks Amandine up and over with its weight to land, gracelessly, atop the cauldron bottom-first. There's a loud clang when she does, like something very heavy hitting something else very heavy.
She hops off after and dusts herself off.
"...ANYWAY. I'm surprised you'd OFFER. I mean, you don't seem like the TYPE. What with the nice hair, and the cute little hat, and the, and the,"
Amandine gestures vaguely. "VA-VA-VOOM. ANYWAY. I GUESS you DID make it this so far, so let's have a good FIGHT or WHATEVER."
Whenever you're ready."
Shermie raises her arms in the air, throwing in a shrug of the shoulders as her offer is rejected.
"Suit yourself, cherie. It will just use up more of your energy before you fight me."
Stepping back to accomodate Amandine's 'friend', Shermie leans back against the ropes, sending them rocking gently in the process. She seems fairly relaxed until the cauldron comes flying over her head!
"Sacre Bleu!" she cries, covering her head with her hands. "Watch where you are throwing your witchy objects! As for being a type, it is best not to generalise, cherie. People can often surprise us. Now, will you be cooking something delicious up in that cauldron?"
Apparently the French woman's thoughts have turned to food over fighting, since she doesn't make a move like Amandine suggests.
COMBATSYS: Shermie has started a fight here.
"Witchy? WITCHY?" Amandine scrunches her nose. "Oh. Witchy. Yeah, that's not as bad as the other thing people say sometimes. ANYWAY." Amandine narrows her eyes. She grits her teeth.
"Oh, so you want something to eat, huh? Well, I AM a SPECTACULAR COOK, so MAYBE I'll make SOMETHING after we're done." The wheels turn, Amandine looks as though she just discovered gold.
"I mean, I'm sure you have to eat plenty to maintain that FAT BUTT." Amandine puts her hands on her hips and her expression shifts to one of a certain self-assured smugness as though she just scored the winning goal in a game no one else is playing.
"But let's go then!!!"
She stomps forward with a clop clop clop of her heels and reels back to throw a straight punch at the Frenchwoman, regardless of whether or not she's ready!
COMBATSYS: Amandine has joined the fight here.
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Shermie 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Amandine
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Amandine's Quick Strike.
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Shermie 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Amandine
"Don't be jealous, cherie" the rockstar responds to Amandine's comment on her derriere. "Green is not your colour."
"As for you making me a meal, that sounds excellent. First we fight and then we feast. A wonderful way to spend an evening."
As the straight punch swings towards her, Shermie turns her cheek to avoid taking it full on in the face. Instead it clips her cheekbone, painful for sure, but much better than dealing with a bloody nose!
As she recovers from the blow, a playful smile appears on her visage. "Shermie has an idea" she announces, as if this was some kind of big deal.
The French fashionista starts to run towards Amandine, but she's moving backwards! Once she's close enough, she launches herself on the witchy woman, aiming to smack her in the face with the aformentioned butt. If this manages to work out for her, she will follow up by straightening her long legs together in mid air and spinning them into the chef feet first.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Amandine with Axle Spinning Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Shermie 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Amandine
"Jealous? JEALOUS? I'm not jealous of your GIGANTIC ASS!" Amandine realizes she missed just in time to try and correct. She takes a step back, and Shermie is already on the move to counterattack. "Wait, you're the wrong w--" It's too late. Before the tiny terror can properly react, she finds herself with a face-full of Shermie's derriere.
She staggers back, perhaps in horror, but Shermie is not done yet. The Frenchwoman has snapped around and clocks a staggered Amandine right upside the head. There will probably best as many shots of Amandine getting the taste knock of her mouth, spittle flying from the double-kick as there is of her with her face briefly buried in backside.
Between the two, Amandine tumbles over and lays there for a moment, in shock. She just stares up into the Russian sky wordlessly, as if processing what just happened.
"YOU! YOU! UGH!!!" Amandine evolves into wordless shrieking a dash of English and a peppering of Romanian as she climbs to her feet and stomps back toward Shermie.
"TWO CAN PLAY AT THAT GAME!" And Amandine goes for a low kick, trying to knock Shermie's feet out from under her enough to launch herself up and return the favor of slamming her own bottom (or whatever is under all that dress) back into Shermie. As she does her aura erupts with a flare of chi...somehow. Perhaps it has something to do with the yelling.
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Amandine's Tuxedo Bombe.
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Shermie 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Amandine
Shermie can't help but giggle at the fact that Amandine is punished by the very thing that she is trying to insult.
"I think my ass is angry with you" she informs Amandine, still giggling away.
The cameras were indeed flashing aplenty. Fight Tube will no doubt gain lots of hits for this footage.
The Parisian waits patiently for her foe to find her feet, humming a tune to herself that sounds slightly sinister.
"Games are fun!" she declares, just as she's tripped by the kick.
"Ow!" she pouts petulantly, before bringing herself up on one knee and holding her hands up to protect her from the bullying bottom. As a result she gets a fistful of the dimunitive woman's dress!
Using the garment as something to grip on to, as she gets back to her feet, Shermie then runs at Amandine again, attempting to hip check her. If successful, she will swivel around her opponent's body, ending up in a crouched position behind her. From here she would loop her arms around her waist and bridge backwards, before seeking to suplex her into the ground head and shoulders first.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Amandine with Shermie Flash Original.
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Shermie 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Amandine
"Oh, I SEE. It's so big now IT'S calling the shots, HUH?" Amandine snarls, tiny and full of wicked anger. She grins toothily with what looks like small fangs as her kick takes out Shermie's footing, but unfortunately for Amandine, she doesn't get much further than that. "N-no fair!" she objects as she's caught and thrown off balance with a tug. She is deceptively heavy, Shermie may find, at least for someone of her stature. Fortunately, the Parisian is likely quite strong herself.
Amandine takes two steps, heels clacking again, before turning back around to see Shermie crashing into her chest, hip first. It sends Amandine into a backwards stumble, nearly tripping over her own dress before the woman is behind her and hoisting her up into a suplex.
"HEY HEY, WAIT I--" CLONK. Amandine's dress inverts over her in a shower of fluffy ruffles, but she remains decent through some intricate work of tailortry. Perhaps this too is a Karnstein family secret.
It takes the Romanian a moment to get her footing as she has to nearly extract herself from the ring, which seems to have not held up as well as Amandine herself. She winds up awkward rolling over awkwardly with a rattling of her chains before finally climbing back up.
"This isn't FAIR," Amandine huffs, not fully explaining herself. She yanks on the chains of Tantalus, pulling the cookpot around into a great swing, looping it around in a circle to give herself some room.
COMBATSYS: Shermie fails to interrupt Mix Stir Beat from Amandine with Shermie Whip.
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Shermie 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Amandine
"Are you a vampire?" Shermie wonders, spying the snarling woman's fangs. "Is that why you like the whole gothic vibe?"
As her attack does the desired damage, she lets out a celebratory cheer. "Oh, down you go!" she gleefully gloats, amused by the image of the furious woman buried in her frock's frills.
As the square within a square starts to collapse and crumble, Shermie prepares for her own preservation as the inevitable next attack promises to come her way. Surely enough, the pocket rocket is soon standing proud again and swinging her creepy cauldron at the keytar player!
Shermie thrusts out her legs, looking to lock them around Amandine's waist in a bid to throw the cauldron off balance. Alas, it isn't to be! The French fighter falls backwards, bouncing on her backside and letting out a groan. To add insult to injury, the cauldron then smacks her in her stomach.
"I think I've lost my appetite" she complains.
"I am not a VAMPIRE!" Amandine says defensively, "I just LIKE it!" Amandine might wish she was a vampire. Sometimes. Her sister, Cozonac, can tell a few stories.
"Ohhh ho ho, at least you had a soft landing!" Amandine chortles smugly as she clonks Shermie with the mighty cookpot before swinging it back around behind her with a rattling of chains. She stomps back around, moving in on Shermie.
"Oh, you LOST your appetite, HUH? Well, that's too BAD, because I'm serving up now!" Amandine steps out and tries to smash her boot into Shermie and kick her over before she gets back to her feet.
"Not so TOUGH now that you aren't trying to FLATTEN ME INTO A PANCAKE, are you?"
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Amandine's Medium Strike.
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Shermie 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Amandine
"Well that is okay, I am not one to judge" Shermie says, with another shrug of her shoulders.
"As for my soft landing, if you were able to touch my delectable derriere, you would find it is fabulously firm. Sadly for you, you will never get that honour, as you aren't my type, cherie."
As Amandine serves supper, Shermie aims to skip a meal. She brings her own booted foot up to meet her opponent's causing her to wince as they colide. Amandine is likely to be cushioned by the fur of the French woman's boots, but Shermie will be sure to have a bruise come tomorrow.
"I like to say crepes, rather than pancakes" she comments, clambering back up to a standing position.
Creeping towards the culinary combat whiz, she attempts to lift her into the air and throw her across the ring, against the ropes of the side that is still standing. As she throws her arms out to make the manoeuvre, something strange occurs. The two female fighters are showered in an array of Autumnal looking leaves, as colours of red, orange and gold cover them. From Shermie's reaction, she is as surprised as Amandine may be. Her mouth falls open, as she gapes skywards, seeking to see the source of the stunning spectacle, through her curtain of blunt bangs.
COMBATSYS: Amandine interrupts Medium Throw from Shermie with Short Order Stunner.
- Power hit! -
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Shermie 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Amandine
"Oh, RUB IT IN, HUH," Amandine interjects. "I am VERY FAMILIAR after you INTRODUCED IT TO MY FACE!" The tiny terror huffs before transitioning into hyperventilating, the fabric of that ornate dress creaking a bit with the heavy breaths. A bit of blood starts to run down the corner of her mouth as a faint crimson aura coalesces around her.
"Oh, there's a SUBTLE DIFFERENCE. The crepe is thin and wide, which makes it GREAT FOR BLINTZES. Meanwhile, those FAT American flapjacks aren't really good for anything but lots of BUTTER AND SYRUP!" Amandine pauses, as if she just realized something.
"OF COURSE I WOULD BE A CREPE THANK YOU!"
Shermie is moving in for the grab, and Amandine blinks as leaves swirl. "Wait, what the SHIT. Even your attacks are PRETTY! NO FAIR!"
But as the pretty Parisian moves in grab, the carnivorous Karnstein reels back and knees her in the stomach, then turns around to wrap her arms around the taller woman's neck with back to her, loops her head under her arm, then throws her own feet out from under her to slam Shermie down with a stunner as Amandine lands heavily on her own bottom.
As she does, there's a splash of crimson blood-like chi that explodes out and then pulls back into Amandine. She licks her lips.
COMBATSYS: Shermie issues a challenge!!
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Shermie 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Amandine
Shermie truly is stunned!
The combo of the crimson blood, present in both the chi and trickling from the other fighter's face, is enough to make the rockstar see red!
She clutches her battered belly and bellows out "It's time for Shermie to start taking you seriously!"
The leaves seem to have stopped soaring down now, but Shermie's hidden eyes return to where they came from again, as she looks to the darkening sky, shouting out "My present..."
Her words are followed by her raising her arms aloft, pushing out her beauteous bosoms and then reaching down towards Amandine, as if she's pulling her into a hug! "...and a little extra!"
Should she manage to grab her, she will seize the opportunity to wrap her arms around her waist, pulling her in super close and then dropping her abruptly backwards with a suplex.
If she goes down, she will keep her in her arms, before shifting around to her back, from where she will suplex again, this time in the German style! From here she would shift back around to a belly-to-belly hold and suplex the Romanian one more time with additional force, this time releasing them.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Amandine with Shermie Carnival.
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Shermie 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Amandine
"Ohhh ho ho! GOOD! You should have been taking me, Amandine Karnstein, seriously from the START!"
The diminutive demon puts her hands on her hips triumphantly, though she seems as though she might be getting a bit ahead of herself. That is, until Shermie poses dramatically. Amandine frowns.
"Oh, NOW you're showing off THOSE." Amandine sticks out her tongue. "Hey wait--"
But the protest is too little, too late. Amandine is picked up and pulled into a grapple. "TOO CLOSE," Amandine objects. "Though I'm--grrk. Surprised! You're stronger than you look, you oversized bim--"
Amandine is slammed, painfully, with a suplex. The ring shakes. "Though obviously--GRRK," Amandine is interrupted by another suplex. "I'm as light as a fe--GUH." She is not at all.
"WOULD YOU STOP THAT," the third slam sends Amandine into a tumble of dress and that massive mess of raven hair before she rolls over off her belly and blows it out of her face. "UGH. Too much style! --urgh." Amandine looks uncomfortable, perhaps from having been repeatedly turned upside down and suplexed. She holds her belly. "I'll show you SOME TECHN--urp." Amandine covers her mouth.
It does not do much good to stop the second, stage-rattling belch that produces a giant gout of chi fire bigger than Amandine. She fans a hand in front of her face afterward.
"Ah, excuse me." Truly, truly a majestic lady of true class and decorum.
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Amandine's Tarte Flambe.
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Shermie 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Amandine
"Now I will stop!" Shermie responds, when she's satisfied that Amandine has been suitably shaken and stirred.
"As for me showing off, us women should be proud of our beauty and celebrate it! You have your truimphant tresses and your delightful dress and I have...well, those too, but also other things!
She can't help crinkling her nose, as the belches sound out. Her disgust soon turns to surprise though, as the immense fire appears. She starts to fan her own hands wildly, mirroring Amandine's gesture. It does something to reduce the force of the flames coming her way, but she still ends up scorched.
"That's my playing hand!" she protests, giving it a kiss in the hope it will help the healing process.
Moving up behind the fiery female, she attempts to put her in a choke hold and restrict her resperation.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Amandine with Choke Hold.
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Shermie 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Amandine
"You'd BETTER!" Amandine objects, still sputtering after the explosion of fire. "Wh--" In that moment, Amandine was shocked. Humbled, even, that Shermie thought her dress is delightful. Could it be that Shermie is NOT trying to constantly belittle and make fun of her? Could it be that Shermie is just trying to have a good time? Could it be that Amandine is assuming the ABSOLUTE WORST of someone?
Perish the thought.
"A-ah, sorry." Is she really sorry? Did that just slip out? Surely, it must have been. But then, Shermie was behind her, pulling her up into a choke hold. Amandine, being short, finds herself in the air with her feet flailing.
Finally, she jerks the chain of Tantalus, bringing him over and kicking off to try and slam Shermie down underneath in an explosion of that bloody aura of chi again!
COMBATSYS: Shermie endures Amandine's Daily Special.
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Shermie 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Amandine
"No need for apologies, cherie. We all make mistakes from time to time. This one very sad day, I forgot to feed my hamsters, but they forgave me and we are still amis!"
As the cauldron comes to join the party, Shermie is caught unaware. She's so busy enjoying the armistice, that she remains standing still, with a soppy smile on her face. She ends up underneath the cauldron, squirming and squealing as the weight presses down, causing the mademoiselle considerable pain.
She starts wiggling wildy, to try and escape. Eventually, she forces herself free and rises to her feet. A few frantic breaths and then she's rushing across the ring, to try and grab on to Amandine's head!
If she's able to, she will swing into a one armed handstand, atop her head, before dropping down swiftly and smashing her into the ground, with the use of her knee.
COMBATSYS: Amandine just-defends Shermie's Shermie Shoot!
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Shermie 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Amandine
Amandine chucks the cauldron off the two of them after using it like a springboard, letting the massive pot clang heavily against the ring. She rolls off herself a moment later, panting heavily as she does. It is then Amandine makes a face. "Well, I MEAN. Obviously it's no big deal," she mutters, her face reddened.
But then Shermie is on the offense again, having wiggled herself free and moving to handstand on Amandine's head. The compact chef provides a surprisingly good stand, her knees stiffening as she holds up the other woman without buckling. In truth, the weight seems to be zero problem---the problem is that knee!
But as it comes down, Amandine crosses her hands, catching the blow and riding it down, still holding Shermie up like the bottom of a cheer pyramid. She huffs, angrily, before speaking up.
"Oh, no. No no no! NOW I'm worked up!" Amandine suddenly -hefts-, aiming to toss Shermie up before she can adjust her balance, tossing her into the air. From there the shorter woman smashes her head forward, aiming to headbutt the Parisian since her hands are still occupied.
COMBATSYS: Shermie endures Amandine's Power Strike.
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Shermie 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Amandine
Shermie would have made an awesome cheerleader, obviously. Enthusiasm, energy and fitness, not to mention she'd look fabulous waving her pom poms. Right now though, she's less than thrilled about being placed in this position. Her spirit is for sure on the wane.
As she's tossed into the air like a ragdoll, she doesn't even try to resist. Tiredness and a battered body, prevent her from providing the necessary tension in her limbs. As the headbutt hits her hard, she sees stars appear behind her red curtain of hair.
"You're pretty tough" she murmurs, her speech starting to slur. "I'm not down yet though."
She staggers and sways towards Amandine, making a grab for her nearest arm, before trying to use it to throw her to the ground. If this goes to plan, she will seek to secure her arm at the wrist, trapping it by squeezing her knees together. She'll then lift one of her long and lithe legs across the chef's chest, whilst her other leg's calf will cross face the combative cook. Pushing her hips tight into her armpit and holding her arm between the French fighter's thighs, she will yank on her arm, hoping to hyperextend it and keep the tiny titan trapped.
COMBATSYS: Amandine fails to interrupt Grounding Throw from Shermie with Order Up!.
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Shermie 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Amandine
Amandine blows her hair out of her face, tired and sweaty and unpleasant, by this point. She scowls.
"I GUESS you're PRETTY good." she huffs, but then Shermie is hefting her up for a grapple. Amandine flails and squirms, working to bring around her cauldron. She gets halfway through a swing when she lets out a sharp HURRRK and gets tangled up in the complex wrestling hold, pinning her to the ground and hyperextending her arm.
"OW OW OW!" Amandine slams the mat with her palm. "LEGGO!"
Shermie's hair is also in her face, the same as always! She's smiling though, rather than scowling. Whatever the result of this rumble, she is having a ferocious amount of fun with this feisty fighter.
"That is correct. I am both pretty and good!"
Having mercy on Amandine, she sets her free from the hold, but she doesn't provide her with much respite! Striking a seductive pose, she waggles a finger at the witchy woman "I pinned you good as you can see, then I was kind and set you free. But you can't run away from me. I'm coming to get you, one two three!"
Propelling herself forwards, she plants a hand on Amandine's head, just like earlier, but this time she uses it as leverage to drop behind her. She's looking to lock her arms around her waist from behind and then drop her backwards on to her head and shoulders.
If she goes down, she will attempt to pin her.
COMBATSYS: Amandine Toughs Out Shermie's Shermie Flash!
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Shermie 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Amandine
"Wh-POETRY NOW?!" Amandine objects, still rubbing her elbow from where her arm was pinned earlier. She's in the process of rising to her feet, sweat beading on her brow, when Shermie charges in at her again. Left with little chance of stopping the attack, Amandine powers toward the Parisian instead, meeting her in the middle.
Unfortunately for Amandine, this works in Shermie's favor, as the woman slips behind her, hefts her up, and slams her down on her head.
"HRRK." Amandine braces herself, and manages to bounce off the mat instead of falling for the pin. There's a heavy THUMP that doesn't bode well for Amandine, but despite it all, the woman crawls back onto her feet, staggers, and stays upright.
She shakes her head and spits out a bit of blood, thumps her chest, and stands up straight.
"Don't count me out YET!" she protests, swinging the cauldron around once, twice, and then slamming it down toward Shermie. Once she does, she snaps the chain, flips the cauldron up, then slams it again with a meteoric explosion of chi!
COMBATSYS: Amandine successfully hits Shermie with Get Out of My Kitchen.
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Shermie 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Amandine
"Yes, poetry. It's just another string to my beautiful bow" the bruised battler boasts.
As Amandine hits the mat, the Parisian primes herself for the pin, but it's not to be! The Romanian rises again, albeit it broken and bloody.
"Oh, I am not counting you out, cherie. You are proving to be a fearsome foe!"
As the cauldron collides with her chest, it sends the fashion designer flying. When it comes back for souped up seconds, it strikes her in the head, sending her bound for the ground.
The glamorous grappler groans loudly, trying to grip on to the mat and pull herself back up. She tries once, twice, three times and then somehow, some way, she is standing upright again.
Seeing two little chef's ahead of her, she takes a gamble on the one on the right and does a two footed backflipping kick towards her, looking to launch Amandine into the air.
If the fiery fighter goes flying, the French woman will follow after her, hooking her legs around her neck and then twisting rapidly to spin her opponent around. She would then drop her down hard to hit the floor. Which is exactly where Shermie is headed too, finally losing her bid to stay conscious.
COMBATSYS: Shermie can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Amandine with Shermie Clutch.
"Ugh, I GUESS I'll take it." Amandine huffs, though it turns into more of a wheeze. "I SUPPOSE I underestimated you A LITTLE because --" Amandine doesn't finish that thought. Instead, she sees Shermie barreling back at her and she goes wide-eyed. She tries to move, to sidestep, to evade. It's a desperate, almost comical attempt before Shermie's legs wrap around her neck and she gets whipped around and finally SLAMMED to the mat.
She starts to get up, afterward, but flounders before falling back over.
"D-damn it." Amandine mutters, her breath rising and falling. She definitely can't get back up again.
COMBATSYS: Amandine takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Amandine can no longer fight.
Log created on 15:02:05 06/04/2022 by Amandine, and last modified on 10:40:00 06/10/2022.