You hear the announcer yelling as he calls out your oppossision's wrestler's name, "The ThunderMaker". "Heh-heh-heh. It looks like I'm-a gonna eat heavy and hearty tonight, eh?" you chuckle in your Cajun-French accent, while rubbing your scaly, bloated, and protruding belly and smiling that sly, fang-filled grin your kind is famous for. You are sure that this match will be quick & easy. Sure as name your name is Albert "Gator" McCoy, A.K.A, "Giga-Gator".
Soon, you hear the announcer yell, "And in this corner, with a height of 8 feet and weighing a whopping 800 lbs., the behemoth of the bayou, the mean, green, fighting machine of Louisiana, here he is, Giga-Gator!!!" As soon as step out of your locker room, you can tell you are the crowd favorite.
Flexing your green, scaly body and winking at a few people with your yellow, silted eyes, you strut your stuff while you escort your-fat-and-flabby-self to the ring. As soon as climb into the ring, you take a moment to blow-kiss to some of your fan and show off your tight-fitting jeans and snug-fitting t-shirt that says, "Fat is Fabulous."
Finally, it's time to go flab to flab with your opponent. you take a good look at the fur because some of opposite corner is dark. But, you can conclude that it is reptilian, and, judging by some of the features, old "ThunderMaker" is either one of two things...
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