Rumored to have descended from the Tudor Kings and even Shaftlemagne of Westphilia himself. Past, but not so long ago, are his days of the crusades, charging into battle, backhand ready and 40oz in hand, questing to purify the hood. Still... all his subjects know that, when they are in need, he can be called from within his fortress of pimpitude. Not even Smackdown on Thursday nights could keep him from their side on the field of battle.

It is rumoured that on the sly he has found a queen. These rumours are however shrouded in the mists of drunkenness...