[b]Character Name:[/b] Sheeban
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]PL:[/b] 910
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Day 1, Morning 
[b]Location:[/b] Fighter Waiting Room
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Double] [@CommanderCool] [@Lauder]

The World Martial Arts Tournament, it was a key destination for all sorts of fighters. Many sought the winner's purse, others sought glory, some just wanted the honor of being able to participate in such a notable tournament. Chanko's goal was her own, and she kept it close to her chest, but here she knew her goal. Winning would be ideal to it, but perhaps not necessary, all that mattered was that she performed in such an entertaining way that she would sway the crowd to Satan's Castle. And Sheeban, the Dungeon's Princess, knew in her heart of heart that she would be able to easily make that goal a reality.
 
Now with all the organizations that had a piece of the pie, it was well - let us say - difficult to determine what 'level' was being operated on. It was clear there were no backstage agents playing a vital role in the tournament in helping out the various fighters; but that did not necessarily note which type of combating amusement was going on. This information would be gathered, discretely of course. After all if her fellow combatants were unaware of particular ways of 'the Castle' or other Dojos that operated like it, they were undeserving of the secrets that the Castle held. And Sheeban would not violate one of the many key oaths she took while entering the tutelage of Satan's Castle.
 
As it was not quite show-time yet - and the fact she [i]did[/i] have lockers available - Chanko was dressed in a simple grey jumpsuit emblazoned with the Satan Castle logo, slinging a massive duffel-bag over her shoulders. Bursting into the locker room she examined over her peers here.
 
They were all small and insignificant to Sheeban; but beyond that initial stock she took note of her future prey in the white concrete jungle. There was bald midget - too big to be an entertaining resource for being small but too small to be valuable for anything else - he clearly existed as fodder for his dojo. Then there was the vomit neon of a mess of a girl in ring attire which clearly had no funds for any decent gear. And then there was the nondescript looking woman dressed in black - who probably knew she was never going to get a featured spot.
 
Placing her right foot on the bench near one of the open lockers, Sheeban let out a massive snort as she whipped off the duffel-bag and threw it next to her. Unzipping it she first pulled out her hair-spray as she began spraying it at her own blonde locks, to make sure they were stellar as always, before spraying it around her at all of the other contestants.  
 
[color=beige][i]"EEUUUUUGH~!"[/i][/color] Sheeban declared as she exaggeratedly grabbed at her nose and began fanning at herself, [color=beige]"WHAT ARE [i]YOU[/i] PITIFUL CREATURES DOING STINKING UP THIS PLACE WITH THE RIFF-RAFF OF FAILURE!"[/color] Sheeban thrust her right finger towards her chest, [color=beige]"THE DUNGEON'S PRINCESS CANNOT ACCEPT SUCH PITIFUL CONDITIONS!"[/color] She proceeded to get her spandex ring attire ready for changing as she continued on with her monologue.
 
[color=beige]"Gaze and witness your destruction you pathetic ants! You are mole-hills gazing up to [b]A MOUNTAIN![/b] Everyone out there, and all those watching at home, know that bigger is better and none are as big as Sheeban of Satan's Castle! You gotta be big to get big opportunities! There's no place for the little guy! You know what they say DOG EAT DOG - "[/color] With a smirk she slapped against her stomach and snarled, [color=beige]"- AND I'M HUNGRY TO WHOOP SOME ASS!"[/color]