And now, entering the ring, weighing in at fifty pounds, the best of the Midwest… the thrilla’, the poop bag filla’, the water bowl spilla’… put hands and paws alike in the air for KOTAAAAAAA!

WOOOOOO! Hey! It’s me! I’m Kota! And man oh MAN do I love me some wrasslin’! I’m good at it! It’s my thing! I’m GLORIOUS! I don’t get carried away or anything, but there’s nothing I’ve found in my three years that gets my heart going quite like a good pile driver. Kota, off the turn buckle! I tell ya, I’m a bona-fide stud. You cant TEACH THIS! Getting all tangled up with my person is my jam. Come be my peanut butter! OOOOO YEAAAAH. (Hear that? I do killer impressions too!) And you know something BROTHER, even though this guy is champion at getting all rough and tumble, I’m a closet love bug. I’m the best snuggler in the universe! Kota is gonna make love rain down form the skies! That’s right. I’ma cuddle on you so dang hard. Beneath this rowdy exterior and the face paint, rhinestones and these feathered legs of glory lies a man just looking for his ultimate and life-long tag team partner. I love kids. I love dogs! I’m cat curious and YOU and ME are gonna tackle life together! Come on! I’m all fixed up. We can’t lose! Fill out an app because KOTA SAID SO! WOOOOO!

Kota