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My parents, for some reason, never bought me a Hulk. So when I found the unusually muscular buisinessman in a Value Village, I figured he'd have to do.
His name was just Bob. He was a bored paper-pusher who one day actually went down to the docks to see the products his company actually made, which of course turned out to be super-drugs. Feeling like nothing mattered, he shot like ten syringes into his arn, which made him instantly and irreversably into a half-mindless, superstrong lunatic.
He wasn't a bad guy so much as a walking disaster thatbjust destroyed anything near him. Most of the time, his deal was being thrown at the good guys by some bigger bad guy.
When I found out he was a wrestler some years later, I was shocked. And when I found out he wad a SHITTY wrestler, I was pissed off.
