Frederico never wanted to be a wrestler. Sure, he wrestled in high school and got a wrestling scholarship in college, but he used it to get an accounting degree and he loved accounting. But every now and then, some heel would come into the accounting firm and shout that he was coming for Frederick and ready to take away the bell, and Frederick would have to defend his title. Cubicles and chairs and ledgers flying everywhere. Frederick would win, any go back to actuary tables instead of body, slamming opponents over them. Until the next bug walked in the door.