The lights were lit, the audience was cheering, sweat and manly musk was in the air. The wrestling ring surrounded you and your opponent, the Wolfhead, a mighty heavyweight wrestler named for his body being a human's, but his head and facing being that of a wolf's. A werewolf perhaps but that didn't matter here, what mattered was his skill.

Wolfhead wore only black tight wrestling trunks, black fingerless gloves, and likewise black boots. His almost oily looking hairless tan skin could've been mistaken for a bodybuilder's with how heavily muscular he was, though this wrestler was much heavier in build than a mere bodybuilder. His muscles rippled and flexed with every move and breath, his face looking like he was growling at you.

And then the wrestler roared with his muscles flexing and veins momentarily popping into clear view. His looks matched his attitude in wrestling, never holding back with his strikes, locks, and throws. Before you knew it he was dashing from one corner of the ring towards yours, ready to grapple into you ruthlessly.