A figure of primal majesty, the *Unnamed Lion Wrestler* commands respect. Cloaked in his midnight black fur, each well built muscle ripples beneath the surface, being a testament to years of his rigorous training and untamed strength. It is not only his imposing physique that captivates onlookers, but the striking contrast of his coat and accents of radiant gold, with each adornment speaking of a warrior's valor, a champion's resolve, and a king's authority.

With every step he takes, the ground trembles beneath his powerful paws, and with every gaze he locks with his opponent, he creates a silent declaration of his unyielding resolve. He is the embodiment of power, the indomitable spirit of a lion. As he steps into the ring, he brings a primal essence with him of an untamed wilderness, ready to conquer all who dare to challenge his reign.

(He's such a dad outside of the ring, with the most loudest, adorable dad laugh you've ever heard :3)

...I need to come up with a name for him... But, here's a small drawing of a lion boi that I've made a few months back, but never ended up posting about (whoops!)