"And, returning to the Underbelly Vore Championship for a second helping after his crushing defeat in the semifinals last season. It's the fiend of the forest, the big bad beast. The one, the only, THE BELCHIN' BOAR BROOOOOCK"
The opening riff to your theme blasted through the speakers and you revved the engine of your prized possession: A motorcycle you called "Charlotte". You rode in on her in perfect time to the pyrotechnics lighting up the ramp in a shower of flame-red sparks. You skidded to a halt in front of the ring, hopped off and pointed at the crowd while flexing your arm in a display of muscular might. You gave your bulky bicep a slap and laughed as you climbed into the ring, gut grumbling and muscles clenching. You were ready to tenderize some meat, you were ready to take the title that you deserved, but most of all, you were ready for chow time.
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