Description: On a quest to find a beautiful red-haired warrior woman, Zog finds what he's looking for - but also doesn't, as it turns out to be a French fashionista instead of a thieving swordfighter. With first impressions made, they each decide that the other is in need of being taught a lesson.
CYS have just finished their gig at the New Fighting Generation Opening Tournament Closing Party, for which they were paid handsomely for a mere thirty minute set. The kids had loved them of course and Shermie, the band's keytar player is in high spirits. Not enough for her to forget her duties however! Whilst Yashiro and Chris have continued their night elsewhere, the French woman finds herself walking back to their hotel alone to feed her hungry hamsters, Achu and Ururi.
"Don't worry my little darlings, mummy will be home soon" she murmurs, as she struts along the street in her silver knee-high boots.
Zog the Hammer, Guardian of the Heart of Ignarok, is confused.
The mighty ogre titan still isn't accustomed to the bright lights of modern urbanity. He still doesn't fully understand the metal wagons that the humans of this realm travel the streets of this 'Southtown' in. All that he knows is that he has one quest: to find the Heart of Ignarok and return it to his people before some terrible, fiery fate befalls them.
And more importantly, he has a party to go to.
Leaning around the corner of a building, he spots somebody and calls out, "Hey, short stuff! Which way do I go to the fighting party?"
The kitchen worker, presently on a smoke break, looks up at the massive, corpulent form of the nearly-ten-foot-tall giant leering from around the corner, apparently naked from the waist up as his large, furry loincloth is hidden behind the wall. The cigarette falls from his mouth, and he quickly beats a retreat into the kitchen's back door with a cry.
"Cowardly humans," Zog rumbles in disgust as he turns around and starts heading back up the alley the other way. Reaching the entrance to the alley, he brings one massive, meaty paw up to clasp the divining compass hanging from a leather braid around his neck and holds it up to peer at the obsidian arrow mounted on it. The arrow wobbles for a moment before pointing to his right, up the sidewalk. He cranes his neck around to look up along the front of the restaurant, where he sees, to his shock, what appears to be his quarry: a curvaceous redhead strutting toward him. Her boots clearly mark her as a warrior, and the compass is pointing in her direction.
This must be the thief that stole his Heart.
He's about to step out into her path when he reconsiders. This is a realm full of humans. He doubts that even he, the mightiest ogre of his tribe, could battle them all on his own, or that they are likely to see the righteousness of his cause should he pound the thief into submission in full view. The pink-haired girl he'd met before had explained how he would need to be careful in this realm.
But Zog is, in his mind, as cunning as he is mighty. Edging further into the alley, he clears his throat, then stoops down and speaks in his highest falsetto, attempting to approximate the tones of one of these small inhabitants of Earthrealm:
"Hello! Beautiful redhead! Please, come here! I have a gift for you!"
Certain of his subterfuge, he holds his mighty petrified wooden club behind his back in one hand as the other cups to his mouth to carry his message on the wind.
"Beautiful redhead?" Clearly someone is addressing she, Shermie.
Wiggling her way towards the sound of the voice in her super slinky emerald green mini-dress, she looks around for the likely candidate. Could it be the figure in the long black coat? Nope, that's definitely a female. One of the couple cuddling on the corner? Unlikely, since their lips are locked firmly together. That only leaves...what appears to be a giant in a furry loincloth, which barely protects his modesty.
Crinkling her cute nose, she asks him "Is it you who has a gift for me? If so, I'm not sure it is one that I want."
When Shermie rounds the corner and turns down the alley, Zog tries to hide himself by pressing his back up against the wall. Unfortunately for him, his belly nearly fills the alleyway even flat up against the wall as he is. His fifteen-hundred pound presence is rather unmistakable. Still, he manages to at least keep his club hidden behind his back as if it were a bouquet of flowers.
Realising that he's visible, Zog slips further around the corner to the back of the restaurant building, then calls out again in the falsetto, attempting to keep up the ruse: "Nevermind the handsome ogre! I am a merchant of jewels and a puny human like all of the other humans. I have a gift for a pretty redhead who loves jewels."
Shermie narrows her eyes behind her layers of luscious flame red locks. "Shermie smells something fishy" she muses, marching on nonetheless down the dark and dingy alley.
"And I do not find this ogre handsome" she replies rudely. "I also no longer see him, which seems most strange."
Reaching the end of the alleway, she peeks around the corner headfirst, then brings her bodacious body around to join it. "Show me the jewels and be quick about it. I have a date with some hungry hamsters."
As the French female follows the falsetto into the fairly flagrant trap, she'll suddenly be confronted by a massive hunk of wood swinging just above her head to smash into the brickwork at the back of the restaurant, sending spiderweb cracks along the previously smooth surface as bits of brick go clattering in every direction. With a powerful heave, the giant dislodges his weapon from the wall and staggers backward, his belly swaying with the effort as he brings the club up across his shoulders.
"Ha! Thought you could trick Zog, the cleverest of ogres, didja?" he bellows in a much-more-masculine, throaty bass as he looms over Shermie. "Well, you mighta fallen for my humany voice, but that disguise can't fool me! Just 'cause you put on a dress and hid your eyes with your hair don't mean I don't recognize ya, sweet cheeks! Now, you got a count of five to give me back tha ruby, or you're in for a poundin'! One... two... three... uhhh...!"
Zog seems to struggle with the next step in the arithmetic pattern as he stares down at Shermie.
"...did they get bigger...?"
COMBATSYS: Zog has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Shermie has joined the fight here.
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Shermie 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Zog
"Sacre Bleu!" Shermie shrieks, as the wooden weapon comes wielding towards her. Thankfully for the mademoiselle, the ogre's aim is somewhat amiss.
"Stop this behaviour" she commands, berating his bullish actions.
"I do not know of this trickery you talk of and I have no idea who you are. I believe you are mistaken as to my identity. Shermie owns no ruby and her bosoms have been this big since she first blossomed."
With that she removes her keytar and props it up against the wall. "Now I will teach you a lesson without injuring my instrument."
Turning away from Zog, Shermie then launches herself backside first towards him, trying to smash her booty into his face to throw him off guard. If she's able to do so, she will then straighten her legs together in mid air and spin into the ogre feet first like a drill.
COMBATSYS: Zog blocks Shermie's Axle Spinning Kick.
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Shermie 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Zog
'Shermie.' That doesn't sound like the name of the woman that Zog is looking for. On top of that, she doesn't really talk the same way that the redhead in the scalemail armour had spoken, either. In fact, Zog is starting to consider whether he might truly have made a mistake regarding the woman's identity. What if he had smacked her with his club and it turned out she wasn't the thief after all?
Well, better safe than sorry.
Of course, while all of these thoughts are going through his head, Zog's eyes seem to be hypnotically fixated on Shermie's well-blossomed bosoms - until she turns around and presents him with a different set of curves.
"Heeey-mMmf!" Zog starts to cajole before being interrupted by Shermie's cheeks colliding with his own. He manages to keep himself upright as her butt smashes into his face, though, and his hands come up to catch her hips as she drills her feet into his expansive girth, pushing her away before they can penetrate his protective layers of blubber to whatever vital elements hide beneath them.
Stepping back, he rubs the side of his face with one hand.
"Is that how the women of this realm fight? Nice!"
He opens his mouth with a leering grin, showing off his oversized lower canines. "If you'da told me yer lesson involved shovin' yer butt in my face, I woulda sat down and let ya teach!"
He shifts his hand down to rub his upper belly. "I ain't gonna let ya get away with tryin' to kick me, though! I'll teach /you/ a lesson!"
Then, lumbering forward, he swings himself around, throwing himself backside-first into the air in an attempt to crash his own weight ass-first down on top of the redhead! In his case, though, the agility to follow up with a spiralling kick is lacking.
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Zog's Boulder Drop.
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Shermie 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Zog
As the male mountain grips her hips, Shermie writhes in his meaty mitts, her buttocks brushing against them. She's then pushed forwards, forcing her to find her balance and preventing her from delivering her killer kick.
"Some women fight like this, others not so much. Which realm is it you speak of?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.
Before she gets a chance to hear an answer though, he's on the attack, bringing his burly backside towards her at full force. "Do not squish, Shermie!" she cries, bringing her knees up to prevent him weighing down upon her. This does result in them taking a knocking in the process and she winces as she works her way back up to a standing position.
From here, she flips forwards into a handstand and brings up her heel to try and nail Zog in his noggin. Her skimpy attire means the ogre is likely to get a close up and personal view of her pretty silk panties.
Should the Frenchwoman find her target, she will follow through with a flying knee attack, forcing herself to push through the pain from the previous pounding the joint took.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Zog with Shermie Stand.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Shermie 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Zog
"This one," Zog answers Shermie's question regarding the realm reference broadly, holding his arms out to either side as he sits on the cracked pavement before straightening his loincloth with both hands. When she flips up into a handstand, he stares like a deer in headlights at the view - perhaps thinking that he's about to get the lesson that he was offered once more, now that he's seated. In truth, the sight of the silk panties assuages his suspicions, but requires some processing - which is interrupted by the kick delivered to his crown, knocking him for a loop and opening him up for the follow-up knee which causes his upper body to fall back to the ground, leaving him lying like a giant mount of humanity (or ogre-manity, in this case) in the back lot.
"Nice undies," he remarks in a hazy tone, before peeling himself off of the ground, gravel cascading off of his dorsal region. "And bendiness."
He leers at Shermie once more as he draws himself up to his full height.
"You know, they call me Zog the Hammer. Maybe once we're done fightin' we can have a drink and I can show you why. How 'bout it, cutie?" he says, waggling his eyebrows and wiggling his belly as he unslings a large barrel that's hanging from his back and uncorks it, tipping the hole to his lips and glugging down a huge swig before replacing the cork and wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.
COMBATSYS: Zog takes a long swig from his cask.
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Shermie 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Zog
Sprightily springing back up, Shermie smiles at the ogre with a sly expression. "My panties are Parisian" she explains, as if this says everything about their quality.
"I did not know they called you Zog the Hammer, because we have only just met, but now I know who you are" she responds, waggling her finger. "You are one of the sponsors for the people whose party I just played. The fun little fighters. You are on the blazing team I believe."
"As for your invitation, I will have to reject it. I have hamsters to feed and a very angry boyfriend who likes to smash people."
Speaking of smashing, as the ogre swigs from his drink, Shermie takes her chance to catch Zog off guard. She hip checks into him and then swivels around his ferocious frame, ending up crouched behind him, with her arms attempting to wrap themselves around his waist. She bridges backwards and will then seek to suplex him into the ground, head and shoulders first.
COMBATSYS: Zog interrupts Shermie Flash Original from Shermie with Vulcan Hammer EX.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Shermie 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Zog
Zog the Hammer is too busy loading his belly with the burgundy-coloured booze that flows from his barrel to respond to Shermie's comments. There are many questions that could be raised by her words, but they'll have to wait until his thirst is quenched. However, his revelry is rudely interrupted when Shermie smacks her hips into his side, causing both his belly and his barrel to slosh with the impact, spilling alcohol down his beard and chest.
"Hey -!" he starts, interrupted by a loud *BUURrRaAPP* that wells up from within him, "NEVER interrupt an ogre while he's drinkin'!"
Letting his barrel sling back to its natural position on his back, Zog takes hold of the haft of his massive bludgeon with both hands as Shermie tries to grab hold of his back. Winding up, he twists around, windmilling his weapon in an underhand swing that causes the petrified wood to scrape along the asphalt as it goes low, the weapon sending up sparks as it glows red hot with the force of volcanic chi before slamming up into Shermie's backside with titanic strength, intercepting her attempt to suplex him!
"And what's 'Parisian' mean, anyways?"
Shermie is stunned by the rude interruption to her impressive move. "Agggggh!" she cries, as she finds her delightful derriere damaged by the obnoxious ogre.
"This is most painful for my posterior" she grumbles. "My backside will be bruised, you brute!"
"I see you are also ignorant to the wonders of the world" she sniffs, as she slowly starts to stand. "Parisian means from Paris, which is the most beautiful city in the world and my birthplace."
Kicking spitefully at his barrel with the toe of her boot, she then repeats the gesture on Zog himself, aiming for his big belly.
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Zog with Light Kick.
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Shermie 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Zog
"That booty was cruisin' for a bruisin'," Zog points out as he rests his smouldering club's weight against the ground. "You've been usin' it as a weapon, so I figured I'd try'n disarm ya." He gives a broad grin, flashing his teeth again as he looms over the French fighter. "An' I ain't ever heard of no Paree, but I'm sure it ain't as pretty as where I come from!"
Though, he concedes under his breath, "The women might be, though."
Suddenly, Zog finds that his barely-contained barrel is the target of Shermie's spite, the woman kicking high to disrupt the container and cause some of the brew within to spill onto the ground.
Zog's face contorts with anger at the waste, cheeks puffing up and reddening. "I'm gonna get you for that, sweet cheeks! OOF!"
The kick from Shermie drives into the ogre's incomparable girth, the marshmallow-like texture of his tummy giving way as he's caught off guard and causing him to stagger backward with earth-shaking steps.
"Fiery! I mighta liked that in a lady, but you've wasted my grog!"
Noticing a metal canister next to him as he stops staggering, he reaches down and picks it up, shaking it to check if it, too, might contain some alcohol. To his dismay, the thing is empty.
"Hmph! Have this!" he bellows, lobbing the barrel with an overhand pitch at Shermie's upper body.
COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Zog's Thrown Object.
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Shermie 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zog
Hand on hip, Shermie demands "And just where do you come from? I imagine it's no place good."
Her expression is gleeful and gloating, as she manages to prod both possession and person with her taunting toes. The lost liquid trickles away down the alley, escaping into the street beyond the brawling duo. Apparently Shermie finds this amusing, as she starts to giggle.
Her mirth is short lived however, as pretty soon a canister comes hurtling towards her. She's fast to react and turns her backside to block it, managing to get it struck on the exact same spot as her previous injury. "Ouch!" is her only verbal reaction, though if one could see the violent look in her eyes...
Marching up to the massive male, she leaps into the air, and aims a fierce punch at his face, hoping to land a smack on his smartass mouth!
COMBATSYS: Zog interrupts Fierce Punch from Shermie with Belly Bounce.
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Shermie 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 Zog
"I'm from Mount Ignarok!" Zog declares as his hurled projectile allows him some space to clap his hands together. "Ain't no place better than the jungles of Ignarok! Lots of food, an' it's always warm! Here in this place it's too cold!" He rubs his hands together, huffing a puff of steam in the night air.
His brows raise as Shermie uses her booty to deflect the empty keg. "You got some moves, sweet cheeks. Why don't you quit fightin' an' come with -"
Suddenly, he finds Shermie attempting to launch herself over the expanse of his massive gut, winding up for a punch. He responds by leaping upward himself, causing her to smack bodily into his belly instead of swinging for his face. The fist crashes into his soft flesh, sinking in and nearly getting trapped as if by quicksand before his fat rebounds, knocking her away. The ground rumbles as he lands back on it with both feet.
"Hey, why don't you quit tryin' to punch me and go back to tryin' to hit me with yer bum? I think that was workin' better for both of us," he says with a slightly glazed expression as he leans against his inverted club like a cane and pants for breath after the huge exertion that was needed to take himself off of the ground.
"I find it a perfect temperature" the rockstar rebuffs. "Maybe you need to wear more clothes, if you find it a problem."
As her punch pounds into his paunch rather than his face, Shermie sighs, trying to free her fist from his folds of flesh. She goes flying through the air, crashing down hard on the concrete ground.
Pushing herself on to all fours, the Parisian pants in pain. "Okay, it's on" she winces, wobbling as she gets up off the ground, dusting off her dainty hands and wiping the dirt from her dress.
Leaping into the air, Shermie dives forwards towards Zog, trying to catch him around his wide waist, before swinging into a suplex position behind him.
She'd then do a double backflip, slamming him into the ground with a release, then pulling him up by his heavy arm into a belly-to-belly position.
Bending backwards, she'd aim to drive his head into the ground and whilst he's still reeling, she'd lock her legs around his neck and spin horizontally before slamming him into the ground with her hips.
COMBATSYS: Shermie issues a challenge!!
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Shermie 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 Zog
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Zog with MAX Shermie Carnival.
- Power hit! -
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Shermie 0/-------/---<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Zog
"Nah," Zog decides in response to Shermie's suggestion. "Better we go somewhere warmer. Then you can wear less clothes instead!" the ogre counter-suggests, waggling his eyebrows.
When Shermie claims that 'it's on,' the giant tilts his head, considering her comment with a curious crease in his brow. "What's on?" he asks.
Zog lifts his arms as Shermie dives for his waist, letting out a laugh as she tries to get her arms around him. "Haha! What, you think you can slam the Hammer, little lady? When you're done givin' me a hug, I'll be sure to return the - whoaaaAA!"
To his shock, the surprisingly proficient grappler manages to leverage his half-ton frame backwards to crash into the ground, then grabs him by the front and drives him headfirst into the asphalt. While he's reeling from the impact, she gets her legs locked around his neck and slams him into the ground a third time. He lets a groan escape into her abdomen before he rolls heavily out of her embrace, one hand lifting up to rub his cranium as he sits upright.
"Alright! /Now/ it's ON!" the ogre declares, growing red-faced with fury as he reaches out with a long arm to try and grab hold of whatever part of Shermie he can seize. If he manages to do so, he'll pull her across his lap from his still-seated position, pinning her arms behind her back with his left hand, then rear back his massive right hand... before bringing it down to *SMACK* into Shermie's hips in retribution for her insolence. If he succeeds, he'd then bring his hand up and down for another slap on her rear end, then lift it up again as the hand starts to glow with volcanic heat before crashing down with an even harder open-handed blow to her backside backed with burning energy - hard enough to potentially send her flying free of his grasp!
COMBATSYS: Zog dazes Shermie with The Hand of Ignarok!
! VENGEANCE !
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Shermie 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\-------\1 Zog
Looking down at her ultra short and ultra tight minidress, Shermie tries to imagine less clothing. Perhaps this ogre is a fan of swimwear collections or lingerie. That reminds her, she must really add an underwear range to her fashion line
As she smacks and slams Zog about, she lets out shrieks of delight, marvelling at her own strength. Clapping her hands together as he echoes her sentiment of it being on, she awaits his inevitable retaliation, readying herself as best she can, whilst he just goes red.
She's underestimated how long the giant's reach is however and as she's pulled towards him, he's easily able to position her on his large lap. As she tries to wiggle away, she realises he's captured her and is now at his mercy.
The sound of the smack against her smarting flesh seems to echo around the alley. "YOU ARE HURTING, SHERMIE!" the Parisian protests.
The hand comes for her again, causing her skin to sting beneath the stretchy fabric, and then yet again! The impact of this final strike sends her shooting forwards to smack hard on the street below.
Dazed, dizzy and definitely hurting, Shermie feels her eyes blur beneath her bangs. She feels like she can't get up. Maybe she could just go to sleep right here. But NO! NO SHE CANNOT! She must think of the tiny rumbling tummies of Achu and Ururi. They need her, so she must rise again.
Shermie hoists herself upwards and holds her arms out towards Zog. Looking upwards, she thrusts out her ample chest and shouts "My present... and a little extra!"
Looking to lock her arms around Zog's waist again, she tries to pull him in close, as if going for a hug. She then drops backward, seeking to suplex him onto the ground. She'd keep him in her arms, shifting around to his back, before suplexing him again, this time with a German suplex.
She'd then shift back around to face the ogre in a belly-to-belly hold, before suplexing him one more time with additional force, this time releasing him.
COMBATSYS: Shermie can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zog interrupts Shermie Carnival from Shermie with Giant Belly EX.
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Zog shakes the heat out of his volcanically-imbued hand, both from the chi and the force with which the final blow was delivered, and nods to himself with the satisfaction of a job well done as he surveys the result - a glowing red-hot handprint on the keytarist's miniskirt as she's left lying on the street.
"That was the punishment of mighty Ignarok! It's /supposed/ to hurt!" he points out as he pushes himself up to his feet and dusts his backside off with one hand.
When Shermie presents her chest, along with the accompanying declaration, Zog looks intrigued. "Your present, huh? Sure, I'll take it!"
When she wraps her arms around him - as far as she can manage - and starts lifting him off the ground.
Frowning, Zog throws his own weight backward, forcing Shermie to let him settle back on the ground with a rumbling thud that reverberates through his corpulent frame before lifting her off her feet by her own grip around his midsection as he angles his massive gut upward.
"Well, here's MY present... and a whole lotta extra!" he declares, holding his arms out to the sides and thrusting out his belly as it jiggles to and fro, causing it to roil and shake beneath Shermie like a churning sea, gathering momentum within his gut before slingshotting his weight directly upward into her - with enough power to send her flying free!
"Hah! How'd ya like that, sweet cheeks?" he taunts, grinning as he picks his club up off of the ground with one hand and rests it across the back of his neck. A sense of confidence rises up within him as he delivers due punishment to the redhead - confidence that he will be equally able to punish the red-haired woman that is the object of his quest.
"Oof... actually, that kinda smarts..." he realises as the ache from having his massive weight thrown around overpowers his adrenaline rush.
COMBATSYS: Zog has ended the fight here.
Apparently Shermie isn't too pleased with Zog's present, because as soon as he's delivered it, she passes out. She lays prone on the pavement for several seconds, before finally stirring and starting to sit up slowly.
"I am feeling many ouches" she confesses, rubbing at her skull through her thick mane of hair. "It seems you have defeated me, ogre. Shermie is done."
Pressing her hand against the alley wall, to give herself some support, she's soon standing, albeit unsteadily. "Now I will go to my hotel and feed my hamsters. Hopefully our paths will not cross again, but if they do...
She holds her finger up at him, waggling it in warning, before picking up her keytar, strapping it over her body and wiggling on her way.
"If they do, what?" Zog wants to know as he starts to follow along after Shermie. "I'll hafta give you another whoopin'?"
He lets out a guffaw that sets his belly to quivering before wincing as something bruised beneath his fat protests inside.
"Hey, I defeated you! That means we can get jiggy, doesn't it? Isn't that how it works with red-haired warrior ladies?" he hollers after her, seeming genuinely bemused. Clearly, he's learned the laws of courtship in a different time and place. "You know, I like to smash things too!" he says, trying to appeal to her 'type.' "You can show me your hamsters if you want! What do they taste like?"
As the wind starts to pick up, he looks down at the compass around his neck, watching the dial start to spin chaotically. Holding it up, he frowns. "Damn. Looks like she's stuck in a hurricane or somethin'. How'm I supposed to find her like that?"
Log created on 09:08:08 05/30/2023 by Zog, and last modified on 17:57:02 06/07/2023.