1) My old CAW was an undersized (if I had gone through with going to Kowalski's I'd probably be listed at 6'1" 220lbs) but very vicious "jack-of-all-trades" technician with an overt but unsaid "demon" Personally (red/black color scheme, biblical/mythological allusions in promos.) Loaded fist of 3/4 roll of quarters is "30 pieces of silver."
And I wouldn't even need to win. I would just "do favors for a favor in return" and turn others to the dark side. Two faces against my stable? They weren't friends a year ago and now the loser of that feud gets his revenge and turns heel in the process.
2) If I had been larger, I might have gone more along the lines of Baron Corbin but been more literal with the moniker, going from "lone wolf" to "pack alpha." Female valet would be a cute little thing in a red hoodie, giggling and skipping to ringside to distract whoever I was fueding with in their matches. Crack em with a loaded picnic basket.