once upon a time, there was a ugandan giant named kamala who terrorized wrestling rings across america. he would chop and splash his opponents into pancakes, while howling and slapping his stomach. this is how anyone would react when stolen away from your home in deepest, darkest africa by a masked man named kimchee.
at least he kept hold of his stereotypical roots.
nowadays, kamala seems to have adapted well to this place we call the united states. he's now a lounge singer backed by a casio keyboard set to bossa nova and "random", and he's performing in front of various venues in the south.
i only hope - nay, pray - that he dresses on stage like he did in the ring.