It was then that I came upon some strange barrels that were leaking a glowing green substance. Upon investigating, I was affected by the radioactive waste and turned into the frog-man you see before you today. Yes, usually a radiation-induced genetic mutation leads to horrible disfigurement, a lifetime of ridicule, and eventual death, but I got lucky and got one of the good mutations. And so, I decided to start my own wrestling promotion in honor of my dear departed friend Kerry. And also because it pays for my drugs and hookers.