[b]Character Name[/b]
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Time/Day[/b] Day 1, Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Waiting Room
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@The Abyss]
 
A [i]mere monkey[/i] tail from a non-elite spacer, was not nearly enough force to do any damage whatsoever to Sheeban. She trained under true elites, professional fighters who devoted their craft to making the craft entertaining. And as such, even with this pitiful performer she felt it was best to oblige. After all, this was the lessons her dojo taught. While the impact from the tail was not near enough to cause such an impact, Sheeban lunged back of her own will and took a bump on the ground below.

It was a loud thud, but it was still a simple back-bump. As she was down, Sheeban did a series of standard side rolls as she reached one of her containers of mascara. Due to the fact she had made such an exaggerated moment, it would be [i]key[/i] to make the people out there believe that this fighter managed to do the blow, even though they did not. With both of her hands Sheeban began applying large amounts of mascara around her eye to give it the impression that it was bruising. Of course as she was doing this she was rolling around yelping out in entertaining yelps of pain and rolling around to distract from the actual application. After all sleight of hand was necessary in these sorts of things. 

Once she applied the make-up on, Sheeban slowly began to get up. It was a matter of appearance, she dramatically pointed up towards the spacer as she was taking in over-heaving breaths. Was it a perhaps much? Probably, but some of the most entertaining aspects of the world of fight were built on great illusions. 

[color=beige][b]"H-HEY!"[/b][/color] Sheeban dramatically shouted up towards the monkey as she began flourishing with her left hand. It was going around and around in a circular motion before being cupped against her ears. [color=beige]"Didn't hear no bell. CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER!"[/color] Sheeban eagerly declared as she thrust her right arm outstretched right, with her left arm in a fist down near her stomach. 

[color=beige]"Being big isn't about taking cheap shots! It's about setting an example to the small! It's an example I set in day in and day out - and I don't ever plan on quitting! Some might not like the message, yeah, I'm the Dungeon's Princess! But I ain't no cheap-shot, small-talkin' jackaboot thug! I DELIVER THE BIG MESSAGE, THE BIG PICTURE! THE FIGHT I FIGHT IS A NEVER-ENDING QUEST TO EMBOLDEN AND EMBIGGEN THOSE THAT NEED TO THRIVE!"[/color] She raised both of her hands up and began doing a set of poses, [color=beige]"Cause the world is a large place, full of those big and small. And people need a big message, a big thing to get behind. I don't want people to think tiny, I want them to think big! I want them to go large and in charge without any concerns of small-thinking; that's what prey does. And lemme tell you, the predators who are behind with a big message and dream will always triumph those who think too small!"[/color]