Bio
I woke up on the shores of Lake Erie in 86A.D. with a goat in my mouth and skates on my feet. The people there, unnamed because Columbus hadn't been there yet, immediately trained me in the ancient art of blocking. They had learned long ago that the secret to any good buffalo hunt was a good hip check. Unfortunately, 200 years later in 286, a buffalo checked me so hard I fell into a deep freeze in a nearby glacier. In 2009, because of the melting ice caps, my part of the glacier set sail and slowly melted, bringing me to Norway in 2010. Somehow, the circus shows I traveled with brought me to Austin Texas, where I once again picked up the art of the hip check. Hitting, they say, never changes.
I am Chupacabra; there are monsters named after me.