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~~~~ Standing at 6' 5", Toemar the Great is 275 pounds of lean muscle mass. Sporting shaggy black hair on his eyebrows, arms and legs he is an imposing sight, made even more so by his deeply unsubtle taste in tattoos. On the top of his bald, craggy head are the words �Want some of this?" in a U shape, designed to greet the recipients of his patented knock-�em-flat headbutts; on his right shoulder is a large heart bearing the legend "Love Me"; his left shoulder features the head of an angry bull showing its teeth; and on his lower abdomen are the words "Here's the Beef!" and an arrow pointing at his crotch. Large, solid ridges jut from his forehead, the result of many a skull-hardening head-butting session with his minotaur manager Kull, and his face is scarred from the occasional failure to dodge the bull-man�s prominent horns. ~~~~ Basely, his costume consists of tight wrestling trunks designed to show off his attributes, plus a leather harness, shoulderpads with metal studs, black wrasslin� boots, leather arm bands and two nine-inch black cords tied around his biceps, used to accentuate his muscles and throttle his opponent when the ref isn't looking. ~~~~ Toemar has been in the wrestling business for years, earning his title of Toemar the Great from the many and varied opponents left flattened in his wake. He aims to dominate the match, and is versatile in his attacks - he is good at judging an opponent�s style and has fought under all manner of different conditions and gimmicks, so he can adapt to suit the current fight. He�ll always make an effort to bring that steel-like skull into play, though. Among the events that Toemar has won are: Battle Ring Three - Thirty orcs pile into the ring at once to fight each other, and to try and survive the ring itself, with its random trap doors in the floor, leg grippers (those orcs unfortunate enough to step into these are held in place to receive a thorough hammering from their opponents), blinding mist-sprayers (only temporary blindness), trip plates, buzz saws and flame shooters. All that, plus a steel cage with heating coils intertwined in the metal, providing doubly painful punishment for anyone thrown into it. Slime Pit Championship - Wrestling in mud and slime is the name of the game, where each opponent tries to struggle out of holds, grabs and pull-downs without anything in particular to get a hold of. It's a test of endurance that Toemar more than meets, as he wears his opponents down in the muck and mud. Rough House Take Down - Brute force and cunning is the order of the day here, and any actual wrestling that takes place is purely co-incidental. Sizing up an opponent�s strengths and weaknesses is of particular importance (hitting them with a blunt instrument helps too), and along with his speed and powerful headbutts, Toemar is a prime contender. It was at this contest that Toemar finally picked up his title of 'The Great', after single-handedly bringing down the Iron Claw Twins - two Mountain Orcs who won year after year taking turns as Champion - in a handicap match. The handicaps ultimately befell the Iron Claw Twins, who both ended up requiring some extensive chiropractic treatment to untie their limbs. Operation: Bloodfest - An unauthorised military westling league that moves from one secret military camp to another. All non-military participants are invited (some say orcnapped by force) to take on the very best militaty brutes available at each site. With help from his bodyguard and trainer Boris, a northern member of the wrestling tribe of Cave Bears (from which he retired as the undefeated champion after ten years), Toemar held the tag-team belt for three seasons. Wrestle Feast 15 - Part of a two-week festival in the northern region, Wrestle Feast is a gauntlet run by the local orcs as a fun competition spanning 21 wrestling rings in different parts of the region. Orcs progress from ring to ring, travelling by foot and getting to the next match, ready to wrestle, in a set amound of time. Toemar the Great is completely and totally the copyrighted orcy bloke of Meanbeard. Scurillous thieves will be hunted down in the night and have their nostril hairs tweaked by Thuggee assassins.