The conquistador

You have your back turned when your opponent enters and you hear the roar of the crowd before you see him. You turn and catch sight of him strutting towards the ring, towering over everyone around him. It's the conquistador, the Spanish giant. Even your usually boundless confidence pails slightly as you take stock of him.

This wrestler is built like a grizzly bear, a solid wall of muscle nearly seven feet tall with hands the size of shovels. You've seen a couple of his fights and have a good idea of his style, if it can be termed that. He relies on brute ****, shrugging off virtually any attack till he can seize his opponent. Once caught in his powerful grip a wrestler relying on agility stands little chance and the Spaniard will simply rip their costume off and proceed to fuck them insensible.

The conquistador lumbers into the ring in his trademark helmet and breastplate before stripping down to his trunks. Thick black hair covers his upper body and the front of his black trunks bulge obscenely. He doesn't speak at all, simply staring at you and smiling arrogantly and waiting for the bout to begin.