Match of the Millennium

Description: The original Fashion Smash match was one of the defining performances for Lyraelle back in her days debuting as the Demon Queen. Now, the Princess of Pink is returning to the ring to face off against fellow fashionista Shermie and settle the age-old question: Which is better, twintails or the high pony? This one's expected to be a friendly affair between two fighters who've hinted at plans to work with Southtown's students in the upcoming Rivals season!

[SHERMIE]
"La ta tun, La ta tun, Dah-dun-dun, Dun dara-dara dun dun dun! Aha!" Shermie sings to herself, brushing her bangs as she looks in the mirror. How she can see herself is something of a mystery since her red hair completely obscures her eyes.

"My little darlings, you are in for a treat today. Shermie is going to be fighting one of our friends, the lovely Lyraelle. She is the pretty lady with the pink ponytail. I'm sure you both remember her well."

The Parisian's pair of pet hamsters squeak back at her, scampering over her lace-up boots. "See! I knew you would. My clever babies." She coos.

Hair sorted, Shermie turns her attention to her outfit. She's designed it especially for today's match, knowing that Lyraelle also has a passion for fashion and will likely be going for gorgeous and glamorous to the max.

The carefully chosen costume consists of an off-the-shoulder white mini-dress cut to flatter Shermie's considerable curves. It's low at the front, giving a glimpse of her much coveted cleavage and high at the hem, flashing a pair of perfectly sculpted long legs. On her feet are a pair of white booties with pointed toes, that look lethal enough to take someone's eyes out!

Satisfied she's looking stunning, Shermie places her hamsters back in their cage, pecking them on their furry little heads and then sways and sashays her way to the stage.

"Ah, Southtown! My second favourite city after Paris." Shermie says to the crowd, speaking into a mini microphone that's attached to her sleeve. "It is truly an honour to be part of this fabulous fighting festival." The keytar player purrs. "And remember, cheries, as well as showing you all my moves in this magnifique match, I will be performing with my bandmates before the festival is over. This is not a concert you will be wanting to miss!"

She giggles frothily and blows kisses to the crowd. "Now I hope you are all ready to be dazzled by beauty and style! This evening it will be present in abundance, because Lyraelle Lightheart will be joining me on the stage. Maybe if you call her name she will come quicker. How about we give it a try?"

[LYRAELLE]
"Well, Red, I never thought we'd find ourselves back here after all this time."

It's not Her Royal Highness that's speaking - it's Tom. That is, Tom 'Tasty' Bradley, the much-lauded host, hype man and commentator of the New Fighting Generation, who's taken a place at the announcers' table to one side of the fighting stage next to the portly pinkish imp simply known to most as Red Minion.

"To be honest, Tom, I can't believe you and Lou didn't bring me back with yous to commentate the NFG full time. I thought we really had somethin' goin' after the OG Fashion Smash," Red remarks morosely.

"To be honest, Red, if I could go back now, I'd have traded you as my fellow commentator for Lou after what he did, but look on the bright side - at least you didn't end up stranded on a tropical island full of monsters," Tom says.

"Yeah, but if I had Lou's spot I coulda made off like a bandit with the cash instead of gettin' stranded with you," Red remarks.

"Maybe everything worked out for the best," Tom observes. "So, what do you make of tonight's matchup?"

"Well, Tom, I'm contractually obligated to say that Her Royal Highness is prettier, stronger, and has bigger boobs than Shermie - even if at least one of those things can be scientifically disproven - but other than that, I'm completely non-biased," Red says. He's experienced enough at this point to not even have to read off of a cue card.

Meanwhile, fans throughout the crowd have started to chant Lyraelle's name - and, like Bloody Mary, she is summoned...

"Hello, minions!~ <3"

Gasps come from the crowd as they look up to see Her Royal Highness Princess Lyraelle Lightheart descending as if from the heavens on a pair of green wings. One white-gloved hand waves at the crowd while the other holds her sceptre-wand aloft, trailing sparkles through the air to form the shape of a heart hanging in her wake. She's wearing a full-length, strapless pink and white ballgown that billows as she descends, petticoats protecting her modesty against the threat of updrafts.

"Your Highness - the sparkles! I can't see!" the green imp whose wings Lyraelle is descending on protests.

"Keep it under control!" Lyraelle turns off her microphone to growl as Green Minion starts to spiral, leaving twisting ribbons of sparkles in their wake.

"Mayday! Mayday!" the green demon yelps as he starts losing altitude rapidly - and just barely manages to crash land his cargo onto the fighting stage before bouncing away, saved from the fall's impact by his padded PPE.

Meanwhile, the princess's PPE leaves her nearly floundering on the stage, requiring a crew of tech imps to quickly surround her and lift her up onto her feet to recover from her predicament.

"I so need to hire a demon with -real- wings for these air drops," Lyraelle complains as she quickly checks her hair and makeup in a mirror before turning to smile at the fans. "As I was saying - hello, minions! Welcome back to Fashion Smash!"

The princess steps across the stage toward Shermie, her feet unseen under the dramatic dress. "So, as you know, unlike last time I fought in a Fashion Smash, Shermie and I are both very deep in the fashion industry at this point - so we won't be competing to appear in any fashion magazines. Instead, we've set a friendly wager - whichever of us wins this fight gets to decide what the other one wears for the rest of FightFest!"

There's a cheer from the audience, along with whoops and whistles.

"Well, that sounds like fun for everyone involved," Tom declares. "How do you reckon she's going to fight in that outfit, though?"

"Well, Tom," Red Minion starts to say.

"Oh, yes. How many of you like my dress?" Lyraelle asks the crowd, doing a slow little twirl to show it off to the audience. "Well, get your pics in quick." She strikes a series of poses, presenting herself, before, at the conclusion of the display, suddenly taking hold of a bit of ribbon at the back of the skirt and pulling.

Almost instantly, the whole skirt falls off, leaving Lyraelle in her usual pink and white thong leotard with a semi-sheer white microskirt and white over-knee socks decorated with bows, her feet propped up by pink platform Mary Janes. The ballroom skirt starts shuffling away off-stage, seemingly of its own accord - fortunately, it's not Shermie's hamsters that are eloping with the garment, but a strategically placed imp that has apparently been under there the whole time.

"I suppose that's one way to have your cake and eat it too," Tom says.

"If there's anyone who knows cake, it's Princess Lightheart," Red Minion says. "Especially cheesecake."

Lyraelle continues to strike poses for the cameras for a little while longer with her wand, now appealing toward a different demographic - though there's probably some overlap.

[SHERMIE]
"Ah, you are here!" Shermie claps her hands together and points up at the pink-haired princess as she descends to the stage. "I told you that it would work a treat if you called for her." She beams at the crowd. "You are all very clever, cheries."

The French woman keeps her smile fixed in place, despite the technical difficulties that occur, instead focusing on the fashion fabulousness on display. "The dress is divine, Lyraelle." She purrs. "It surely is a triumph."

As Lyraelle explains the rules of the wager. Shermie taps her chin thoughtfully. "I shall have to get my thinking cap on for something suitable when I secure my victory." If anyone could see her right eye, they'd witness that it winks following her words.

The big reveal of Lyraelle's second incarnation of her costume sees Shermie spinning on the spot. "From spectacular to sexy in seconds! I have an opponent that is truly worthy of my wonderful style!"

When Lyraelle starts posing for the cameras, the Parisian follows suit, knowing exactly how to position her body to show off her most popular assets.

The sound of hundreds of phone cameras clicking can be heard in the crowd. Meanwhile the official camera person zooms in for close-ups of the pretty pair, silently calculating just how many more streams they're going to get for these images they're capturing.

"I don't know about you, Lyraelle, but I'm in the mood for some movement." Shermie lifts her arms above her head and stretches dramatically. "There's nothing like some physical activity to get the blood pumping and the pulse racing."

Moving closer to the other woman, Shermie looks down at her immaculate manicure. "Perhaps I will need my polish redoing after this punch." Closing her hand carefully into a fist, Shermie rears back before launching it towards Lyraelle with as much force as she can muster!


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Shermie          0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0         Lyraelle


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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0         Lyraelle

[LYRAELLE]
"It looks like Shermie's ready to put the Smash in Fashion Smash, coming in with a fierce punch!" Tom quips.

Lyraelle's eyes and ears catch Shermie's signal as the Parisian fashionista flaunts her form with a stretch. There's a moment of visible envy in the princess cosplayer's eyes before she turns her attention from the French fighter F-cups to her face.

"Well, if you insist!" Lyraelle says. She brings her arm up quickly to catch the punch. Though she manages to keep the blow from landing against one of her more valued assets, there's a bit of a crunching sound, and the pink-clad princess ends up shaking her hand out and biting her lip to keep from swearing. She hops back a step, swinging her wand down toward the ground. As she does so, a golden sparkling trail of tangible light swings out from it in the shape of a whip.

"I prefer to take precautions to make sure my nails don't get ruined," Lyraelle says as she slides her hand along the sparkling whip, drawing it taut as she tests it, then twirls it over her head. "Why don't you come closer, and I'll show you how?" she offers in saccharine tones as her weapon whirls threateningly above her.


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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0         Lyraelle

[SHERMIE]
"Fantastically fast reaction!" The Parisian praises the princess. The fashionista flinches though when she hears the crunching sound coming from her friend.

"My apologies for any breakages that occur. I will try to keep them to a minimum." Shermie sing-songs, swaying her hips from side to side as she watches Lyraelle's retreat backwards. "Are you going to grant me a wish with your wand? May I wish that I will win or is that too naughty of me?" When the light forms into the weapon, she adds. "Perhaps that is what the whip is for. To punish me."

Shermie does consider the invitation to come closer. She will certainly need to do so if she's going to continue the combat with Lyraelle, but something about the suggestion makes her suspicious. "Non. I believe I am best staying here. For now at least."


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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0         Lyraelle

[LYRAELLE]
"Looks like we've got a standoff here, Red."

"I guess neither of them wanna risk ruining their nails after all."

"But wait, what's that?"

As Lyraelle and Shermie are staring each other down - as much as two women can be having a staring contest when one of them has their eyes completely covered - a third figure is climbing up one of the light posts on the other side of Shermie. The figure appears to be wearing a schoolgirl uniform - a skirt, blouse, sailor fuku and long stockings - and notably has both cat ears and a tail, though a scarf conceals the lower half of her face.

"It looks like a ninja catgirl schoolgirl, Tom," Red Minion reports. "But shhh! Don't let Shermie hear us."

Lyraelle continues her display, bringing her whip around in a figure eight pattern in front of her, trying to dazzle and distract her opponent. "What? Don't tell me you're scared, sweetie. We're friends, aren't we? Besides, our fans are here for a show!"

Lyraelle points her whip-wand at Shermie. "And that's what they're gonna get!"

Then, leaping off one of the speaker stacks comes the Kitty Kunoichi - flying tail-end-first down at Shermie in imitation of the Demon Queen's former signature move! If the catgirl manages to stick the landing and pin Shermie under her posterior, she'll pull her premier pussycat pose before pouncing away! In the meanwhile Lyraelle will be gathering light energy in one hand to attempt to throw in Shermie's face while she's still trapped under the interloping ninja's tush!

"But wait - isn't that illegal interference?" Tom wonders.

"You'd think so, but Her Royal Highness established recognition years ago with PFW that she and her entourage form a single legal entity for the purposes of professional fighting matches," Red Minion replies.


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Shermie          0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1         Lyraelle

[SHERMIE]
Is it possible that the Parisian has totally failed to notice the feline fighter approaching the pair in the ring? She certainly doesn't move her head in that direction, continuing to look directly at Lyraelle through her curtain of bangs.

"I'm not scared, cherie." Shermie laughs lightly. "You are correct that we have a friendship and you're also correct that we should put on a show for our fans. I know the importance of this. Remember I am a rockstar as well as a fighter and fabulous fashion designer!"

When the wand is pointed towards her, Shermie seems nonplussed. She can't fail to react to the flying catgirl coming her way though! "Sacre bleu! Who is this other person invading our ring?"

The Frenchwoman fails to prevent the pussycat performer from knocking her to the floor and sitting on top of her. She refuses to let herself be pinned though! Lifting the lass off her and into the air, she launches her to the other side of the stage before leaping to her feet.

"This is very sneaky behaviour." She chides Lyraelle, her tone playful. "I am here to fight you, not the ninja catgirl schoolgirl. Besides, she will steal both of our thunder! Surely it is not fair for her to be all three things at once?"

Flipping forwards into a handstand, Shermie makes sure the focus is fully back on her. As her legs lift into the air, her short skirt shifts upwards, giving the audience both in person and at home a good glimpse of her lace-trimmed silky white panties.

From this perilous position, the Parisian drops her heel down, aiming it at the crown of Lyraelle's head. If she manages to land this, she'll follow up with a flying knee attack.


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Shermie          0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1         Lyraelle

[LYRAELLE]
"Nyan?"

The kunoichi kitten's own bottoms are visible under her skirt as she poses and paws before she's picked up and cat-apulted back out of the match by Shermie with a yowl followed by the sound of crashing equipment. Her quick reactions allow Shermie to escape before the dazzling orb of Lyraelle's luminescent chi crashes into the stage where she was moments ago.

"Dammit!" Lyraelle curses before clearing her throat and clapping her hands together. "I mean, you're right! Way too much fanservice going on there. I'm sure there won't be anymore interference from the rest of my fans!" she says with a wink.

The forward flip has Lyraelle's eyebrows raising - perhaps she spoke too soon about fanservice? - and she quickly brings her wand up between her hands to bar the French bombshell's heel from battering her tiara. The impact's still enough to knock her back on her ass, though, and she pulls a face at the friction as she slides back along the stage floor.

Pushing herself back up to her feet, Lyraelle scowls at Shermie, drawing her whip back. "Nice kick. I guess that's why they say 'I see France,'" the pot-like princess comments to the kettle with a slightly judgmental tone. Then, lashing out with her light-fuelled weapon, she attempts to ensnare Shermie and deftly drag her closer to herself with a flick of her wrist. In the same motion, and with increasing hypocrisy, she'd pivot around, presenting her pink thong-clad posterior as she'd bend deep - only to extend her own platform heeled shoe to intercept Shermie en route with a coquettish kick!


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[SHERMIE]
The tiara might avoid being tilted but Shermie is satisfied to see she's at least knocked Lyraelle on that delectable derriere of hers.

When the scowling starts, Shermie shakes her head at the pink-haired princess. "Turn that frown upside down." She suggests, her own lips curling up at the corners. "We're having lots of fun aren't we?"

The whip whirls towards the Frenchwoman and wraps her up in its energy, ensuring she is trapped firmly in place. Before she can even attempt to escape, the kick comes in and connects with her stomach, causing the clothes designer to gasp. "So very violent of you, Lyraelle! You know I can't let you get away with that."

Spinning out of the weapon and its wielder's grasp, Shermie ends up facing away from Lyraelle. Peeking over her shoulder at the ponytailed poser, the redhead launches herself backside first towards her. She's aiming for her face, so she can stun her and knock her off guard. From here she'll straighten her legs in mid-air, pulling them together and then set herself spinning into her fellow fashion queen feet first!


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Shermie          1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2         Lyraelle

[LYRAELLE]
"You know, I think Lou would've really loved to cast this match," Tom tells Red Minion - and the rest of the audience - as the action continues to unfold on stage.

When Shermie comes flying at her bottom first, a chill runs through Lyraelle, and a little voice in her head points out to her that this is pretty much what most fighters she defeated as the Demon Queen saw before being knocked out, pinned, and humiliated. A second voice chimes in to mention how lucky they were.

The Sparkle Princess ignores both voices, as she's too busy backpedalling and lashing out with her whip toward the side of the stage where a pyramid of mecha-prinny dolls have been stacked in various little outfits to honour Fashion Smash. She yanks one that's wearing a bow tie loose from the pile and pulls it toward herself before diving to one side. The tyrannical toy's tinny voicebox squawks to life.

zz Dooooood! zz

The prinny doll spins through the air, its trajectory perfectly planned to intersect with Shermie's flying backside just about -

*KABOOOM*

- now.

The mechanical minion muppet explodes, unleashing a forceful blast into the seat of the demoiselle's dress as it's crushed by her backside, triggering the detonator within.

(For the sake of Health & Safety aficianados, the pyramid of prinnies did have appropriate signage next to it.)

Meanwhile, Lyraelle has taken out her phone to snap a selfie of her flashing her signature salute with the explosion in the background.

"Now that's what I call 'Photo Bombing,'" Red Minion reads off of a cue card.

[SHERMIE]
Lyraelle backs away from the backside and busies herself in plotting a whole world of pain for the Parisian pin-up. Oblivious to her antics, Shermie is left confused by the sound of the strange voice. "Who is this saying dooooood?" She wonders.

Before she can get a response, Shermie's mouth falls open and she lets out an almighty scream. The bombshell's butt is blasted, blowing her panties and the bottom of her dress right off.

Panic stricken producers rapidly push buttons to place censored stickers on their feed but there's nothing that can be done about the live crowd. "Somebody fetch my emergency panties!" Shermie yells, sitting on the stage and using her hands to cover her crotch as best she can. A young woman runs on carrying a designer handbag, from which are produced a pair of white panties identical to Shermie's previous pair. "Everybody cover their eyes." She commands, hurriedly pulling them on as fast she can and then shakily getting back to her feet.

"Lyraelle Lightheart, this behaviour is most bold of you. I would go so far to call it mischievous and malicious. I cannot let you get away with this. So far I have been friendly but now, the gloves, and indeed until a second ago, my panties are off!"

Shermie leaps into the air and then throws herself at Lyraelle in a diving motion. She's aiming to grab her around the waist and swing her into a suplex position behind her.

From here, the designer does a double backflip, seeking to slam Lyraelle into the floor of the stage and then letting her go. If all is still going to plan, she pulls her back up in a belly-to-belly position before bending backward and banging the princess' tiara wearing head down hard.

Lifting Lyraelle's head up, Shermie then locks her long legs around her neck, spinning horizontally and then uses her shapely hips to ensure the faux-royal fighter gets acquainted with the floor for a final time.


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Shermie          1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2         Lyraelle


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Shermie          0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2         Lyraelle

[LYRAELLE]
"My goodness. I didn't realise just how much fashion was going to get smashed here tonight, folks," Tom says as the camera cuts to him and Red Minion, who is staring aghast at what's going on on the stage as Shermie is re-equipped for combat.

"It's a shame that she didn't pack an emergency dress," Red Minion says.

"Isn't there a bottom half of a dress lying around somewhere backstage?" Tom muses.

==*== ELSEWHERE ==*==

A disgraced colour commentator sighs wistfully and smiles as he watches the live broadcast.

==*== BACK IN THE FIGHT ==*==

"Jesus. Doesn't everybody blastproof their panties these days?" Lyraelle wonders as she turns around to snap another shot of her opponent before deciding not to when she sees the state Shermie's in. She tucks the mini-phone back away in her cleavage as Shermie leaps at her. "Hey, I thought we were having fun here!!!"

The Sparkle Princess is scooped up and suplexed again and again by the wrestler as the latter finally gets in a resounding word in the dialogue of the match.

"Zeeeee!!!" Lyraelle cries out, her voice muffled by Shermie's legs as the redhead is going for the finishing maneuver.

Backstage, a hulking figure lifts his head up at the sound. "Hark! The mistress doth summon me."

"Aww, man," the green imp whines as the card game is interrupted by the minotaur's departure. A bearded yellow imp with ram horns shrugs his shoulders helplessly.

"Hey, look! It's my good buddy Zee!" Red Minion announces.

As Shermie is smashing the princess into the floor, a huge, musclebound minotaur charges out of the backstage, wearing a pair of trousers, gauntlets, and a long-visored helmet designed to fit his bovine muzzle and accommodate his horns, along with a bright red cape.

"UNHAND YON PRINCESS!" the bullman bellows, before charging in to try and trample through Shermie with his head low in an effort to rescue the damsel in distress!


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Shermie          0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2         Lyraelle


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[SHERMIE]
"I have never had the need to blastproof my panties before." Shermie protests. "Normally they are not so at risk! For the record though, I'm still having lots of fun."

Shermie is able to release revenge on Lyraelle with her multiple manoeuvres, delighting in flinging her fellow fashionista around. When she's finally finished with her, a slow smile spreads across her face. It doesn't stick around for long though.

The Frenchwoman knows exactly who Zee is and she doesn't fancy her chances against that creature! She throws her hands up in a desperate bid to defend herself but the sheer force of the minotaur floors her, knocking her off her feet. Falling to the ground, the redhaired rockstar just lays there at first, groaning as she feels a pair of horns ram into her as a follow up.

"You have a whole cast of characters. I should have brought Yashiro and Chris with me." The Parisian pouts.

It's very tempting to just stay on the floor of the stage, but a performer like Shermie knows that the crowd always wants an encore. She gets up, slowly but surely, feeling somewhat dazed but desperate to keep on fighting. Waving over at her fans, Shermie strikes a pose, shouting out. "Coming ready or not!" With those words, she plants a hand on the head of the princess and then drops down behind her.

From this position, she locks her arms around Lyraelle's waist and then drops her backwards on to her head and shoulders. If able to, she'll hold her there, counting. "One, two, three!"

As soon as the count is done, Shermie drops back to the floor, the combination of all the blows she's sustained in the combat catching up with her.


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[LYRAELLE]
"As far as I can tell, clothing is always at risk," Lyraelle is commenting as she's freed from her predicament by the most prodigious member of her princess posse. "That's why I barely wore any back when I started. Less expensive superfabrics to spend on! Oh, jeez."

One would think that the last interjection was in sympathy for Shermie at the hands of Zander, but in reality, it's because she's just checked her face and hair in her phone camera's selfie mode and noted her black eye and busted lip.

"Wow! I still don't follow how all these run-ins are legal, Red, but it does make for some zany match content. Red? Where'd you go?" Tom is saying at the commentator's desk.

Lyraelle tilts her phone to check another angle, oblivious to the approach of Shermie as she's engrossed in the screen. She lets out a gasp as she suddenly feels Shermie's hand on her head. "Hey! WATCH THE HAIR!!" she shouts, still blind to the danger as Shermie drops behind her.

"Your Highness!"

There's a pattering of footsteps, huffing breaths.

"Let me---!!!"

Shermie wraps her arms around something warm, pink, and pleasantly round...

...and Red Minion lets out something that sounds like 'gurk' as he's lifted up and slammed backward onto his head and shoulders, still locked in Shermie's embrace.

"Worth it," Red Minion mumbles blearily before losing consciousness.

"Ugh. I think I got a split end," Lyraelle complains as she looks more deeply into her camera. She glances over her shoulder. "Hmm?"

Turning around, Lyraelle surveys the wreckage of Red Minion and her opponent. Then, smiling sweetly, she carefully lines up a shot with her camera.

*CLICK*

"Nice one, you guys! Ooh, does this mean Shermie gets to pick what Red Minion wears this week? I think it does! <3"

"Well, there you have it, folks. It looks like Lyraelle's our winner in this all-for-one free-for-all," Tom declares. "I'm sure that somewhere, a former cohost of mine will be pleased at this outcome... if he's not too busy feeling the mountainous remorse for his terrible, terrible actions that he deserves."


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Log created on 15:10:39 03/07/2025 by Shermie, and last modified on 19:40:45 03/12/2025.