At any given moment, I could be booked to wrestle.
A novice. A veteran. A legend, even.
It matters not.
I will stand before them, my will unshakeable and my determination iron-clad.
I am ready.
The Wolf does not concern themselves with the opinions of Sheep.
Too muscular. Not feminine enough.
These are the opinions of sheep.
And me?
I’m a Wolf.