Actually, I think Cavendish surpasses Shut (like Oberyn surpasses Renly), but the other one is also worth the pain to watch and to enjoy. Like a lighter flavour of the same: Plain Coke vs. Coke Zero, or usual beer vs. Radler. Cavendish/Oberyn is the real thing, Shut/Renly is the lighter, fluffier version for those who want something less outrageous but nevertheless stylish
(Besides, one day I'll do Oberyn Nymeros Martell vs. Renly Baratheon. And leave it up to you to guess how it will end)
SHUT: I'm sexy and I know it... (confidently strikes a dance pose) What have you got, young swordsman? Let me see your dreams, what lies beneath those hard and smooth white chocolate squares, by piercing right through your sternum with a keyhole as you stand in shock. Let me then shut your dreams within a prison of despair, bolted with our Dysdark padlocks...
SHUT: Is that all you can muster? Knockoff... Those fair ringlets and soft frills, and that flamboyancy... even your rose has my serial numbers filed off! Bet your princess charming still has you in the friendzone! Well, let us assess our weaponry: you've got freaking padlocks and I've got a royal rapier, which happens to be thin and hard enough, perfect for picking keyholes. And that shirt... Are you really that sissy? So afraid of showing your pecs in public that you wear a shirt? No matter how many frills... I'm too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts...
SHUT: That's right: if my skin were less sensitive to sunlight (we Dysdarks are not humans, after all), I would show you what a soft and hairless bar of white chocolate I keep in this silken package. And... Well, don't mention Towa...-ilight, for she's no longer on my mind and I've got another issue. I find it hard with a foil of a rival, a less sensitive fellow whose hairstyle and attire are beyond the limits of indecency...
CAVENDISH: Punk foil rival my arse! Every sensitive guy needs a more indecent and fierce foil within the same faction, but even my rivalry with my foil preceded yours! Wait and see when I'm finished I stab you with my Durandal (name of his rapier) right where it hurts the most!
SHUT: Allons-y donc! Cold steel down there will barely hurt me at all! And we will gather the despair from your defeat!
Thus, you will end up like Joffrey Bratty-Horns-On!
CAVENDISH: Please allow me to retort. You were not the one who turned Lock into a kitten...
While this faithful servant killed Dellinger with this rapier and these hands.
And where were you when Lock was "purified"?
SHUT: I am no craven. I just sought security... But I did what I had to do, let the Precures off the horny kid of a usurper... I am a careful general, and that's why I retreated.
You see? I am your... your counterpart from another universe! The proof of your popularity! Suck my rose! (I swear it's not poisoned!)
CAVENDISH (noms on Shut's rose, looking clearly pleased, without saying anything, then swallows the whole flower, wiping his lips with a flowered lace handkerchief as he removes the stalk from his lips).
SHUT: Well, guess I'll have to bend the knee before you... after all, you are the original me, and I'm but a knockoff with ridiculous make-up and craven enough to hide my pecs from light. I'm a Dysdark, you're a... Dyslight, if I may coin the term. Good night, my original self...
Both Shut and Cavendish go to sleep and the latter awakens with his dark personality unleashed...
HAKUBA (the dark side): All right, let's kill this upstart, this travesty of mine, who thought he could rival "the fairest of them all", but is not even second to the holder of the title... (Draws steel and wistfully tickles Shut's throat with the blade of his rapier)
CAVENDISH: Let... Shut... live! No matter if he's an expy and a travesty... at least he's the proof that you've become so popular that you've got other selves across genres and universes! Get away from me! (After a great struggle, takes control of Cavendish and puts Durandal back in its scabbard, as he kisses Shut's lips and whispers "Good night, sweet prince" in his pointy ear...).
SHUT (laying his right hand on Cavendish's bare chest, muttering): Shut... your... dream...
OUTCOME:
Cavendish-2//Shut-1 (PS. Hakuba-0)
