Exclusives

Cage Match 2015 Round 1: Susan Sto-Helit vs Irene Adler

 

The Contestants


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Susan Sto-Helit
Terry Pratchett’s Discworld
Age: Physically, about 20. Spiritually, about 55.
Race: Half Human, Half “Other,” as far as such a thing could be determined
Weapons / Artifacts: An Extremely Threatening Fire Poker
Special
Attack:
Using your own rules against you

Irene Adler
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes mysteries
Age: 20ish
Race: Human
Weapons / Artifacts: The Victorian concept of femininity
Special
Attack:
Feminine wiles

The Breakdown

Advantages

  • Sensible to the point of offense
  • Profoundly meta-aware
  • Possibly immortal, or thereabouts
Advantages

  • Talented at obfuscation and disguise
  • Manipulative
  • Can be re-imagined into nearly anything
Disadvantages

  • Often forced by narrative will to unwillingly become an agent of change or correction
  • Cannot ignore things that don’t conform to her world view
  • Can remember the future, which often causes more harm than good
Disadvantages

  • Most of her talents only work on men, or women of A Certain Persuasion
  • Disguises likely won’t work on someone who can see the boogeyman
  • Has been re-imagined into nearly everything
Kills

  • TBD
Kills

  • TBD

How we think the fight will go


Irene Adler took a defensive stance, wondering how the first blow would land. She’d never been in a genuine physical altercation before, preferring obfuscation and manipulation over any exertion of brawn, and she was deeply troubled by the young woman on the other side of the cage, tall and strange and aloof, clad all in black. Her hair was the most troubling part, a great white mane sporting a single dark streak.And then there was the fire poker in her hand. That was quite troubling as well.

Irene waited. The white-haired woman didn’t move. She just watched Irene calmly, her dark, distant eyes queerly lifeless and still.

“Well?” said Irene.

“Well what?” said the woman. Her voice was low and dry.

“Aren’t we going to… Well, to fight?”

“Fight? No,” said the woman.

Irene slowly let her defenses down. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no. That’s what I mean.”

“But why do you mean no?”

“Well, I can’t fight you,” said the woman. Her black eyes flicked up and down, looking Irene over.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not real, my dear,” said the woman, in a tone that was almost pitying. “You’re not a real woman, a real character. You’re just an idea of one, a sketch. One that’s been picked up and scribbled on by rather a lot of people, it seems.”

“What… What do you mean?” said Irene. “Of course I’m real! I… I was a contralto in the Imperial Opera of Warsaw!”

“Were you,” said the woman, disinterested.

“Yes! I was the secret lover of Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein and King of Bohemia!”

“Possibly,” said the woman. “But no one ever seems to remember that…”

“I duped the great detective!” said Irene. “I, I beat him at his own game, I used disguise and deception to steal myself away from him!”

“True,” said the woman. She then began to count on her fingers: “You’ve also been a victim of a tapeworm in a rather bizarre medical case, a nude, scheming dominatrix, a school nurse, a mother trying to recover her kidnapped child, a ridiculously-dressed professional thief with a fairly dodgy accent, and, in one story, you wound up being the other one.”

“The other one what?”

The young woman waved her hand absently. “You know. Moriarty.”

“I did?” said Irene, perplexed. Then she thought on it for a moment. “Oh, that’s right… I remember that now…”

“Yes. You’ve been rather a lot of things. Most of them wearing awful outfits, if any outfit at all. You’re both more and less than a real character, my dear. You’re a ghost that other stories have tried to make flesh. That’s the problem with you three.”

“Who?”

“The Great Detective, His Nemesis, and The Woman. You’re all myths, ideas, grand pictures of people and things, ideas that later generations have beaten and bent and reshaped for their own intents. You’ve grown far larger than the stories that birthed you – yours especially, so fleeting was your appearance – and there are always growing pains. That’s the way with ideas. I should know, I grew up surrounded by them.”

Irene looked down and suddenly saw herself from many perspectives: alternatingly cold and charming, cunning and duplicitous, wicked or moral, but somehow always, always sexual – her desires and desirability almost always front and center, and her ingenuity derived from her sexual power, rather than the reverse.

“I see now,” Irene said, her voice small. “Yes, I see.”

“What a contradiction you are,” said the white-haired woman. “The Woman That Knows – knows sex, knows duplicity, knows the hearts of men. A woman so often defined by men… A big idea constrained time and time again by little minds.” She began walking forwards, her dark eyes large and still in her face, like the eyes of a shark. “I can’t kill you. I’d know if I could, you see, I’m rather experienced in that. You’re too big for Death. But neither can you fight me. You’re spread too thin. They can’t decide who you are.”

Irene felt herself fading, as if she was but a sunbeam poking through the curtains, and soon the sun would move away. “What will happen to me? What awaits?”

“Rebirth,” said the woman. “I’ve seen a few people go through it. But it’s always hardest to watch the stories.” Irene felt her vision blurring, the tall, white-haired woman swirling into the image of a gaunt, white face atop a narrow, billowing pillar of black. “They’re forced to stay in conversation with their past lives, you see.”


Predicted Winner: Susan Sto-Helit


NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON Thursday, March 5, 2015, AT 11:59 PM, EST

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