[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] [@Lauder]

[color=beige]"Fear is for little people who think small like you Short-fry. [b][i]SSSSNUUUUUCK.[/i][/b]"[/color] snorted out Sheeban, as her nostrils flared and some spitel flung itself towards 5b. [color=beige]"But for ROYALTY like me..."[/color] began Sheeban as she began to remove her tracksuit as she began to pull out her spandex gear and change into the proper ring attire, [color=beige]"...It never crosses my mind. Because I am ABOVE little creatures and your desires, fears and thoughts! I am large and in charge, like a weaponized barge! You're tiny and meek, like the sheep I eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner."[/color]
 
Spreading her arms out wide, Sheeban gave a devious smirk as she flexed her right bicep and gave it a great smack. [color=beige]"Gaze upon my body and WEEP!"[/color] Shortly after that flex of the bicep she began showing off her other muscles through showboating flexing. [color=beige]"BEHOLD THE CRAFTSMANSHIP, MY BODY IS LIKE A CASTLE! A BRICK SHITHOUSE THAT CRAPS ALL OVER YOUR TINY AND MINUSCULE ATTEMPTS TO FEEL BIG; BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY SISTER, I AM THE BIG WOMAN ON THE CAMPUS AND I STOMP OUT ALL PITIFUL WEAKLINGS THAT COME INTO MY JUNGLE!"[/color]
 
Snarling Sheeban gave a cockeyed glance towards the crystal, [color=beige]"And I don't need any foreign baubles..."[/color] Of course she did value the well hidden lead pipe and barbed baseball bat, it made the folks at home even angrier at her dominance over their heroes, [color=beige]"...To whip each and any one of you."[/color]