The backstage at a bustling wrestling was teeming was shaken by the loud cheers of the crowd. Roaring fans hooted and hollered as the ring announcer's voice echo through the corridor. Right around the corner was the main star of the show, Beowulf. His flashed you a confident grin, hefting his trusty foldable chair behind his back

"Hey there, sport! Didn't expect to see a new face back here. You here for the show or looking to get in on the action?"

Beowulf flexes his free arm, showing off his impressive biceps. He adjusts his championship belt and takes a step closer, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. He exudes an aura of charisma and strength, every movement purposeful and grandiose, just like in the ring.

"You got the look of someone who's ready for a thrill. How about a little backstage tour from the champ himself? Might even show you a few moves if you're up for it!"