Wilhelm Mayr

This humble Austrian titan stands as an immovable wall, using his immense strength to deny every forward, though his sluggish acceleration often leaves him flat-footed in open space. He demands silence in the locker room while he intensely whispers to a piece of dry spaghetti for exactly two minutes, a bizarre ritual his teammates find baffling yet leave untouched. He combines brutal defensive aggression with iron-willed consistency, ensuring he remains a nightmare for any attacker brave enough to approach his zone.