Mousselini the Ox

I know nothing.

That was true, until last week, when I finally met Mousselini the Ox. His name comes from both his size, and the presence he, um, presents. Um. You can feel free to figure out which part of his name applies to whatever part of this write-up you choose.

He is quite a grappler. Nobody I've seen in quite some time has been such a grappler. Except for, no, no wait, that's a crippler, not a grappler. My mistake.

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