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Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Unknown
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Alignment: Heel
Nationality: French
Durability: 7/10
Stamina: 8/10
Strength: 7/10
Speed: 8/10
Technique: 10/10
Personality: Shermie is bad and she knows it. She is exactly what you would expect from the self-proclaimed "baddest bitch in wrestling". Arrogant, condescending, vain. It all describes Shermie to a tee.
As a former model, Shermie loves the spotlight and she hates having to share it. She doesn't care much for making friends, only craving the attention of the masses. And she gets it. The fans love to hate her, but they hate how much they love her at the same time.
Background
Shermie was born to incredibly wealthy parents, and her mother realized her beauty when she was still very young. With their family's connections in high society, she knew she could easily get her daughter a modeling gig and that it would do big things for their image if she went far with it.
So she had Shermie groomed into the ideal model, well-mannered, obedient, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. Shermie went along with it of course, wanting to please her mother. And when the time came for Shermie to finally step in front of the cameras she was a natural.
Her modeling career took off instantly, the years of training paying off and she quickly became one of the most desired models to work with in all of France. Having the Shermie Delacroix wear one of your outfits became a symbol of prestige for fashion designers. And just as Shermie's mother had predicted it brought fame and fortune to the Delacroix name, as if they didn't have enough already.
However there was one thing her mother had overlooked. The fame was going right to Shermie's head. Why was she still expected to do what she was told? Why did she have to listen to all the photographers and directors, to her mother? She was better than them, richer, hotter, she was Shermie fucking Delacroix.
She was done being directed. The world was her catwalk and she'd walk it how she pleased. To her mother's disapproval she quit modeling after years in the business. Her parents were left to clean up the mess her resignation left behind. Several of their "friends" suddenly cut contact with them and business dealings became harder to secure. But that wasn't Shermie's problem. She wasn't anyone's tool anymore.
But where would she go from here? Well she still wanted to be in the spotlight, but she craved freedom and didn't want to answer to others anymore. Wrestling was perfect. It was a place where she could show the whole world just how much better she was, and she could do it her way.
She began training and, like with modeling, she was a natural. Her years of modeling experience kept her body in perfect shape. She had a level of control over it that few others had, which lended itself to locking in and maintaining brutal submission holds.
It wasn't long before she felt ready to compete, but she didn't bother wasting her time in the indie scene. Shermie walked right up to a large French federation and demanded they let her in. They accepted without hesitation of course, eager to have such a celebrity on the roster.
She entered arrogantly, proclaiming herself "the baddest bitch in wrestling". And she could back it up. The fans were shocked by her skills, expecting her to just be some stuck-up bimbo.
Obviously it wasn't long until she set her sights on LAW. Surely the best wrestler belonged in the best federation. Again, she made it in by simply deciding that she should be there, and no one could dispute it.
Though she prided herself on being her own boss now, she was getting tired of all the busywork that wrestling like booking matches and such. It was beneath her. She decided to get a manager, but by no means was she going to be managed. Her manager would work for her.
And so she ended up with Reika Kurogane. Shermie didn't know much about her but had heard some good things and was sure she could control her. She could control anyone after all.
So she had Shermie groomed into the ideal model, well-mannered, obedient, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. Shermie went along with it of course, wanting to please her mother. And when the time came for Shermie to finally step in front of the cameras she was a natural.
Her modeling career took off instantly, the years of training paying off and she quickly became one of the most desired models to work with in all of France. Having the Shermie Delacroix wear one of your outfits became a symbol of prestige for fashion designers. And just as Shermie's mother had predicted it brought fame and fortune to the Delacroix name, as if they didn't have enough already.
However there was one thing her mother had overlooked. The fame was going right to Shermie's head. Why was she still expected to do what she was told? Why did she have to listen to all the photographers and directors, to her mother? She was better than them, richer, hotter, she was Shermie fucking Delacroix.
She was done being directed. The world was her catwalk and she'd walk it how she pleased. To her mother's disapproval she quit modeling after years in the business. Her parents were left to clean up the mess her resignation left behind. Several of their "friends" suddenly cut contact with them and business dealings became harder to secure. But that wasn't Shermie's problem. She wasn't anyone's tool anymore.
But where would she go from here? Well she still wanted to be in the spotlight, but she craved freedom and didn't want to answer to others anymore. Wrestling was perfect. It was a place where she could show the whole world just how much better she was, and she could do it her way.
She began training and, like with modeling, she was a natural. Her years of modeling experience kept her body in perfect shape. She had a level of control over it that few others had, which lended itself to locking in and maintaining brutal submission holds.
It wasn't long before she felt ready to compete, but she didn't bother wasting her time in the indie scene. Shermie walked right up to a large French federation and demanded they let her in. They accepted without hesitation of course, eager to have such a celebrity on the roster.
She entered arrogantly, proclaiming herself "the baddest bitch in wrestling". And she could back it up. The fans were shocked by her skills, expecting her to just be some stuck-up bimbo.
Obviously it wasn't long until she set her sights on LAW. Surely the best wrestler belonged in the best federation. Again, she made it in by simply deciding that she should be there, and no one could dispute it.
Though she prided herself on being her own boss now, she was getting tired of all the busywork that wrestling like booking matches and such. It was beneath her. She decided to get a manager, but by no means was she going to be managed. Her manager would work for her.
And so she ended up with Reika Kurogane. Shermie didn't know much about her but had heard some good things and was sure she could control her. She could control anyone after all.
She loves submission hold, especially ones that let her show off her body while she dominates her opponent, using them like a prop in a photo shoot. She's not afraid to cheat either if she has to, the fashion industry making her ruthless and competitive.
Finishers:
- Face Lift: A Muta Lock where Shermie bridges back to show off her body while wrenching back on her opponent's head.
- Photo Shoot: Shermie traps her opponent in a paradise lock, then sits or steps on them while posing for the cameras.
- On Your Knees: Shermie kicks the back of her opponent's legs until they fall onto their knees. She then delivers a powerful roundhouse kick to the back of their head.
