Match of the Millennium

Description: Join fashion icons Shermie and Velvet Blue as they strut their stuff in this stylish showcase. The match will be taking place on the streets of Cannes, a location famous for luxury and star spotting. Who will be the last one standing and secure the leading role in the city that hosts the legendary film festival?

[SHERMIE]
It's been a strange week in the world of Shermie. Whilst visiting the Japanese city of Kyoto for a CYS gig, a sixth century pagoda had burned to the ground, causing an outcry amongst locals and visitors alike. Of course the keytar player had wanted to do her bit to help and promptly designed a t-shirt with an image of the building to be sold in aid of it being rebuilt on the same site.

Now back in her native France, Shermie has been enjoying a more relaxed pace of life in the seaside city of Cannes. A stroll along Plague du Midi, dinner at La Palme D'Or and a shopping spree on Rue Hoche have lifted her spirits considerably. This early evening though, there's work to be done.

Shermie is to take part in a stylish Saturday Night Fights showcase set on Cannes' most famous street, Boulevard de la Croisette. The designated area for the match has been set up outside Hotel Martinez, the largest and most luxurious hotel in the city. There's already an excited crowd gathered, enjoying the buzzy atmosphere and lingering rays of the summer sun.

To make matters even more thrilling, Shermie is to be fighting someone she hasn't seen in quite a while. The last time she encountered club owner, Velvet Blue was around three years ago when she met him in Southtown to design some clothes for him to wear for Lyraelle Darkheart's fashion brand.

On the subject of clothing, Shermie has dressed to impress! She's showing off her considerable curves in a chic black bikini embellished with glowing white baroque style pearls. On her feet are a pair of flat black strappy sandals with the same pearls running along their edges. Whether she's wearing shades is a mystery, given that her thick red bangs cover most of her upper face.

"Ah, cheries, it is so good to be back in my native land to represent you all." She coos, working the crowd. (Although a considerable amount of them are tourists. "I promise you are in for a treat this evening. Now all we need to do is wait for Monsieur Bleu to arrive."

[VELVET BLUE]
Velvet Blue hasn't had the worst time lately, truth be told--his half-darkstalker strength and skill usually serve him quite well--and he's always up for a friendly little SNF with someone like Miss Shermie. Plus, whoever loses has to wear an outfit designed by the victor, right? Or something like that? Isn't that how duels between folks into modeling go? At least that's probably what's at stake for Velvet--who is clad in what looks like a black mid-riff exposing short-sleeved lycra top and a pair of bicycle shorts, the latter with a bespoke custom-stitched diamond-shaped perforation for his tail at the back, and a pair of black leather sandals with straps going around the ankles and toes. Socks with sandals is a cardinal fashion sin, so the black elongated nails of the half-darkstalker are visible at any rate.

"Shermie, Shermie dear, how did they rope you into this?" Velvet is grinning a bit as he approaches the keytar-player on the ring... or stage, whichever it might be, hands behind his head. He looks a bit amused, bit bashful, and a little bit conscious of what he's in for here. Shermie is pretty buff, after all.

"Just don't put me in somethin' pink if I lose, kay?~" he nods his head a little, brushing hair back with his dark-nailed fingers.

[SHERMIE]
"With the Euros of course, cherie." Shermie giggles as she responds to Velvet. "Everybody has their price and they were willing to pay mine."

She looks the darkstalker over from head to painted toes and nods in approval. "Fabulous. We have both passed the first test of looking magnifique! Now we just have to put on an impressive performance. I never like to disappoint."

She blows kisses to some photographers taking photos of the two fighters and then turns back to her opponent. "A wager. Excellent! Lyraelle and I had a similar arrangement. I lost so she made me dress as a Taiyo schoolgirl called Mitsuru for the day. It was that poor girl who was ill and had a crush on Yashiro. So sad. I wonder how she's doing these days. As for what I will put you in...I promise no pink but it will have to be something eyecatching"

Whilst Shermie is musing this, a toned and tanned male referee approaches, dressed in a tank top and tight shorts. "Shermie, your call. Heads or tails?"

The Parisian ponders before opting for tails, providing a wiggling of her ass to accompany the choice. It's a cute display for sure but it doesn't bring her any luck, since the coin lands on heads! "Velvet Blue gets first attack." The referee states, before stepping back so that things can get underway.

COMBATSYS: Shermie has started a fight here.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Isn't that always the way~?" Velvet Blue acted like it was an 'aw shucks' sort of thing with his tone and mannerism, but to be real: everyone knew why they kept doing things like this--the extra money for a low-stakes sort of fight was way too good to pass up. Well, we say 'low-stakes' conservatively here, since he was pretty sure he was not going to be in a state to walk much of anywhere after going a few rounds with Shermie, of all folks.

"Mitsuru?" the name vaguely rang a bell to Velvet. Hadn't that been the girl who had nearly burned down his club when werewolves busted in one time...? Ruh roh, indeed. That was a thread worth tugging on indeed. As the coin comes up heads, it's apparent that Velvet is being given first go, however, he doesn't have a lot of time to wonder what the heck happened with Mitsuru.

Velvet Blue darts towards the big magenta-haired parisian model, hoping perhaps on some level that if he played nice with her she would with him--starting off with just a bit of a tap of a haymaker towards her left shoulder, tail flaring out as he stepped in close to try and deliver the smack.

COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Velvet Blue's Evasive Strike.

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
No sooner has the referee given him the go ahead, than Velvet is on the move! His haymaker swings in towards Shermie's upper body and she catches it between her hands. "Ouch!" She declares, her coral-pink painted lips forming into a pout.

"Play nicely or I will get my revenge."

Of course she's hamming it up, being over-dramatic about something that was far from what the club owner could do at full power.

"Tell me, Velvet Blue. Are you a fan of David Lynch perchance? It's just that he had a film by the title of Blue Velvet. So very close!"

Film chat in Cannes? How very appropriate. Shermie is not here for any festival though, she's here to fight!

The French fashion designer launches herself backside first at Velvet, aiming to smash her derriere into his face and put him off guard. She'll follow up by straightening her legs together in mid air and spinning into him feet first like a drill.

"Wasn't that perfect?" She calls out. Though whether she means the move or her backside is anyone's guess.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue blocks Shermie's Axle Spinning Kick.

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"I might be a fan of his music--have seen Eraserhead!" Velvet cringes as Shermie is able to block and tank that haymaker of his like a champ. Which was not unexpected--Shermie was strong. Velvet however has the reactions to try to gird himself before Shermie's hips come for him--raising his arms up to try to block them as they smash into his face--some flashbacks to his fight with Honey are had. The thunder thighs have a way of coming for him, he has known--but he does not know /why/.

"Oof--really eating your wheaties there, aren't we--" Vel bared his teeth and was pushed back, sandaled feet sliding against the floor of the ring as he was pushed aside and back--able to finally dodge and duck the feet before they knocked him over completely.

Since Shermie is so close, Velvet elects to dart forward and try to grab her--not quite for a throw, but to try to clap a hand on her shoulder and slam her into the mat by pushing her down--jumping back afterwards, trying to get some space from the mighty French fighter!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue successfully hits Shermie with Dragula.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Shermie          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
"Ah yes, interesting music in his films." Shermie agrees. "I like Lost Highway."

She doesn't manage to land her attack as hoped and she also seems confused by Velvet Blue's banter. "Shermie has likely not been eating wheaties, since I do not know what these are."

With a shrug, she shakes off the disappointment and gets ready to defend. The darkstalker is too fast though and is able to slam her down to the padded area outside the hotel.

"Ouch!" She cries, checking herself for possible bruises, though these are likely to show up later. "Now, let me see if I can hurt you too."

The Parisian hip checks into Velvet before swiveling around his body. She ends up crouched behind him, with her arms looped around his waist.

From here she will bridge backwards and attempt to suplex him into the ground, head and shoulders first.

COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Velvet Blue with Shermie Flash Original.

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Shermie          0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"It's--aughh!" Velvet winds up getting knocked out of his explanationf or what 'wheaties' are by a barrelful of hip being sent his way courtesy of Shermie--if we were in more cartoony/Chuck Jones sort of reality here one might see the poor half-darkstalker's body going one way and the eyes trailing along with them as they're knocked that hard, barely able to keep balance as Shermie picks him up for that suplex--slamming his head and shoulders into the ground. There is a sudden flash of light behind his eyes as the brain tries to adapt to the shock it just absorbed, Velvet left literally seeing stars for a few moments before picking themselves back up.

"Oof, that's what I'm talking about--big amazon energy," Velvet staggered a little, before trying to right himself enough to try and bring his knee up into Shermie's thigh or stomach, if he could manage either--it's a quick movement that belies the stunning attack the half-darkstalker just absorbed, but it is still agile enough to not be /too/ slow.

COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Velvet Blue's Quick Strike.

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Shermie          0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
Shermie has already forgotten that she mentioned wheaties. She's too busy celebrating her hip/slam combo as the darkstalker goes down.

When he rises to his feet, the Frenchwoman taps her lip with a manicured finger. "Shermie has no links with any online delivery services. I am glad you appreciated my move though."

As the clubowner goes in for an attack of his own, Shermie brings up her leg up to block his kick and prevent her stomach from being struck. Being that it's bare right now in her bikini, its more vulnerable than usual.

"I think I prefer you when you are on the ground." She grins, exposing pearly white teeth. "Let's see if I can put you back there."

With that she's charging towards Velvet Blue, intending to lift him up into the air and then slam him down on to his back. As she's starting the maneuver however, something mysterious happens! A sudden flash of lightning can be seen in the Cannes sky, when only seconds earlier it had been clear and sunny.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue dodges Shermie's Medium Throw.

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Shermie          0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Not the kinda amazon I meant..." Velvet has finally regained enough of his balance, but it's not enough recovery to avoid Shermie putting her own leg up and getting in the way of his knee--instead the half-darkstalker cringing with eyes wide as his knee smacks into hers, and he comes away probably with a bit of a jarring shock.

"Ow ow ow--" not the worst pain he's ever felt, but it does put enough adrenaline coursing through his system to think fast when she charges him.

Velvet Blue jumps back as Shermie grabs for him, evading her entirely and instead jumping up and bringing both of his aandaled feet flying towards her mid-section in a drop-kick! It's probably going to hurt if he can't stop himself or gets hit by her on the way down though!

COMBATSYS: Shermie fails to interrupt Double Dropkick from Velvet Blue with Shermie Whip.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Shermie          1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
Velvet escapes the clutches of Shermie, whilst the flash of lightning overhead fades away, leaving the sky still again.

As the French fashionista is looking upwards, she realises too late that she needs to react to the incoming double drop kick! Scissoring her legs around Velvet's waist, she tries to plant her hands on the ground but totally loses her balance!

The bikini clad beauty ends up flashing her bodacious booty to the crowd as she lays on the ground groaning.

There's a mad rush for the spectators to grab their camera phones, so they can capture her posterior for posterity.

[VELVET BLUE]
Velvet Blue is supernaturally nimble--enough so that after the sandals connect to Shermie, he's able to somersault back down and land on his hands and knees/feet--doing a back flip off her, essentially, escaping the crushing, long reach of those legs of Shermie. Seeing the state that his opponent winds up in, however, Velvet seems to blush for a moment before throwing a bit of sparkling energy between the audience and his opponent, grinning with a side-long glance.

"Sorry about that, dear--" Velvet would wait for Shermie to right herself before coming back towards her to deliver a bit of a smack to her upper body, jabbing at her a little--not trying to aim for the face, even, he probably feels bad about what just happened--even if he knows Shermie is going to do /horrible/ things to him once she finally gets ahold of him, like earlier.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue successfully hits Shermie with Medium Strike.

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Shermie          1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
The Parisian practically purrs as she observes Velvet's nimble agility, which appears to resemble the moves of a pussycat. "Excellente, Cherie!" She praises, though there is perhaps a petulant pout beneath her stylish surface.

Despite the charged combat and her somewhat compromised position, Shermie is still keeping her cool. "Do not worry. I have been in more awkward situations." Her mind briefly flashes back to her last fight against Lyraelle Lightheart when he'd flashed her crotch to the crowd.

Shermie does indeed put herself back into place before Velvet Blue comes at her, but possibly she's still a bit rattled, or maybe he's just too speedy, because his blow connects solidly with her sternum, causing her to cough and splutter. Once she's able to catch her breath, she takes a step back, considering her revenge.

She strikes a pose, shouting 'You won't run away from me!' As she plants a hand on the darkstalker's head and drops down behind him.

From here she will seek to lock her arms around his waist from behind and drop him backwards onto his head and shoulders. If successful, she will hold him there and count 'Un, deux, trois!' As if pinning him in a wrestling match.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue blocks Shermie's Shermie Flash.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|=======\======-\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
This doesn't seem right--Shermie is a lot tougher than him, strength wise--it almost feels like Velvet is getting away with more than he should, even after the light haymaker he delivers to her upper body. The half-darkstalker's ears perk up and their eyes go wide, however, the cat-like pupils thinning out like crescents as Shermie's arms come out wide for him, to grab and pull into what is no doubt a crushing piledriver--

Velvet Blue somehow is able to slip out of her grasp, winding up rolling as the grasp does not hold them entirely as Shermie swings back, winding up coming down out of her arms and rolling unceremoniously onto the mat. A bit banged up, but not slammed down onto their head. It's kind of a miracle.

"Ahh.. ahh... oh god--" Velvet pants before pulling themselves up and regaining their composure, still a fair bit tired after that, shoulders hunched and feet sliding shoulder width apart as the manage to stand across from Shermie after that.

"Okay... your move."

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue gains composure.

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1      Velvet Blue

[SHERMIE]
"You slippery little sucker." Shermie chuckles, as her move on Velvet Blue doesn't quite go to plan.

"Shermie will just have to try again."

She starts to circle him on the mat, eyeing him from beneath those bangs without having to actually sweep them aside. It's all very strange.

When the redhead realises Velvet isn't going to attack her, she takes the initiative and launches herself towards him. It's not as showy as some of her manoeuvres, but hopefully it will do the trick!

Bending down, the stylish sex symbol aims to lift Velvet into the air and send him soaring into the crowd of Cannes natives and tourists!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue counters Strong Throw from Shermie with Spellbound Masquerade.

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Shermie          1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
Velvet Blue doesn't have time for any kind of witty banter or snappy come backs, he just narrowly avoided a crushing piledriver the likes he doubted he'd be able to come back from--one of those literal life flashing before your eyes kind of things. As Shermie comes in to grab into a throw again--Velvet's eyes flash briefly before one hand comes out--grabbing hold of Shermie's forearm, a surge of mystical power coming down his arm into the stunning fashion diva...

There is a poof of smoke, and suddenly the ring is more like a stage...

There are a pair of spotlights that appear and briefly circle where Shermie was before they center and what looks like a giant clam rises up from the floor, opening and revealing Shermie herself, like the Birth of Venus, the famous Botticelli painting.

Meanwhile, Velvet Blue steps into frame from just off screen, wearing a black but perhaps predictably glitter-clad one piece bathing suit, a pair of ovals cut out in it over the naval and where his tail emerges from the tailbone area. They are looking remarkably better and a lot less winded after what just happened, eyelids befrosted in glittery dark purple eyeshadow and lips in a similar but lighter shade to make them pop more.

"Everyone give a warm welcome for--the lovely Shermie~" he waves his arm to introduce her. It's a bit... unclear what has just happened. Velvet used some kind of power and suddenly the fight turned into a cabaret performance, of some kind??

As this is a cabaret show, there is just a slight vaneer of gaudy sleaze to it--as the clam and the spotlights reveal Shermie, she's not exactly in a 'summer' outfit, more something a little spooky for another sort of occasion--a pair of very short black short shots and a black cut-off bikini top, thick leather collar around her neck and a pair of long clawed-looking black gloves. A pair of ankle-length black boots are on her feet, with one leg wearing a black and orange striped stocking up to one thigh. And she's bearing... black red-lined headwings with a main pair sprouting from her back, as well as a heart-shaped spaded tail coming from behind her.

[SHERMIE]
Shermie sees the smoke, after that things start to get a bit hazy.

Her full-force attack is thwarted by the feeling of Velvet's hand on her forearm. She looks into his eyes and sees that's there's been some change there. Whatever is coming, it's sure to be weird and wonderful. Just like the man himself.

Suddenly, the fashionista finds herself thrust into a theatrical performance and she can't see to do a damn thing about it. She tries to call out from inside the clam but there's no sound coming from her coral-painted lips.

As it opens to gasps from the audience, she finds herself striking a pose, against all her better judgement.

She glances down at her voluptuous form and realises that she's no longer dressed in the bikini from before. She's wearing her favourite Halloween costume, complete with the tail and red bat-like wings. Did Velvet hit her so hard that she's been asleep for months? It's all a bit bizarre.

When Velvet Blue introduces her, she gives a bow and then a twirl, but as she's spinning on the spot she starts to feel dizzy and falls down face first. It seems it's finale time for the French femme fatale!

[VELVET BLUE]
"We are but players and all the world's a stage, but it went pretty well--you nearly had me, I didn't expect this at all," Velvet stage murmurs as he leans in closer to her. The demeanor is a lot less adversarial here, much more friendly and playful--even Velvet is able to calm down in the glamour of the spell.

"She's had a stunning performance and a hard night, lets all give it for her--Shermie!" Velvet Blue is there to catch the fashionista just before she falls, arms holding her underneath her shoulders and gently laying her down as the literal and metaphysical curtains are drawn on this act--the entire thing poofs into smoke just a few moments later, as if it had never happened at all.

That's some special effects, ain't it?

Log created on 04:38:02 06/09/2025 by Shermie, and last modified on 12:50:12 07/01/2025.