Bannon_Stauffer

Name: Bannon "Big Ban" Stauffer
Age: 33
Weight: 240-some. He's a little hefty from his profession!
Profession: Wrestler
Size: 5 feet, 9 inches. A little on the shorter side for a male wrestler.
-Size-: "Didn't I just--oh. OH. Save it for the ring, pal!"


"What? I'm sure I'm in the right outfit--this is Animals for the Ages, right? And I'm gonna bounce all over you!!"
-Bannon, after having his current get-up questioned by his opponent at a title fight.

There are all sorts of sports all over the world, for all sorts of entertainment. The one that gets the most eye rolls? Wrestling. Some people say it's staged and scripted, choreographed like any other play with a bit more physical penalties. Bannon used to think that as well. After all, he was a pretty beefy bouncer for a ritzy strip bar at the south end of the Nexus; sure they could put on a good show, but could they -actually- deal with rowdy drunks, and malicious predators trying to gulp down dancers and patrons for easy stuffing?!

One of those very malicious predators he escorted off of the premises seemed to think so. Turned out in the end that they weren't just some random deviant--they were a scout <looking for a bit of their own stuffing of course> for an underground circuit of wrestlers... of -deviant- wrestlers. One phone call, one car ride, and one scouting visit later...

...and Bannon was drafted into the very first match of the week. A doubter on Sunday, a wrestler on Monday morning, and fighting in the ring against a knee-knocking dickgirl on Monday afternoon. With a little bit of sweat, oil, and physical effort, he left Monday evening as not only the victor, but the newest name in the underground vorish wrestling circuit--after dumping his opponent off in the locker rooms, of course. The pay was good, the match was good, and most of all, the publicity was good--enough to get him to quit his job as a bouncer.

Look out, world. There's a new person on the docket, and he's already tucked a few wins--and a few wrestlers--under his belt. "Big Ban" is here to throw down!

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The BANHAMMER! : What star doesn't like a stage dive? Wrestlers included. Most of the time after laying a match opponent on the floor, <knock-out, daze, or general immobility> he'll climb and stand on top of the corner turnstile, before jumping and landing sunny-side down on his opponent, giving them a face full of his obscene bulge and his small briefs. If they've been pulled down or removed, this is a great way to start off the beginning of the end of his opponent. SCHLURP!

Tree of Hoe : Normally a Tree of Woe, but with his own little twist. The opponent is forcibly seated on the ropes against the corner turnstile facing towards the audience, but rather than slamming their back, he slams their back... side. Dry or wet, it's not easy to get out of this style of humping! A real big crowd, and self, pleaser.

Luck of the Irish : After fully submitting a foe, either as a sticky and exhausted mess or through TKO, if the crowd's wild enough, he'll leave it up to the Luck of the Irish--or rather, a pair of die smuggled into the arena. There's all sorts of outcomes for all sorts of opponents in all styles of wrestling... including some that are bad for repeat business!

Stauffed Full : Is there a three-way match going on? A tag-team? Free for all? A sure way to rile up the crowd, and himself, is with one LARGE meal, rather than separate ones. He'll stuff a defeated opponent with all of the other floored people in the fight, before claiming them for himself. It's Thanksgiving all over again!
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