Well, i was using logic. You're the only person who gives a shi.t about the belt. Therefor eliminating you would leave me no competition.

logic? my one weakness. i am forced to forfeit the title to your brilliance.





























but i come back the next week and give you a tornado DDT off the top rope, followed by an F-5. 1-2-3 New Champ!

Blasphemy!

Poppycock! (da champ is still here mofo's)

Good god. This thread is probably the best definition of lame I've ever seen.


Just thought i'd add that.

I find the best sports lawyer available and we work for two weeks without sleep to find a loophole in Oojay's recent win. We find that his jumpsuit was a certain shade of pink which did not comply with the competition regulations.

Using similar legal devices, we identify a legitimate reason why each previous champ did not comply with the rules (LesPaul's unregistered butt-plug, Raine's armpit hair exceeding regulation length) and conveniently don't find a case against my own previous victory.

After all the legal dealings have been completed I will be re-declared champion from the comfort of a satellite link-up to my jacuzzi.

I bribe the Satellite installer to hook you up with 800 channels of gay porn. While you find it extremely obscene and offensive, you cant seem to take your eyes off of the screen. While you are pre-occupied with that, I sneak in through your bathroom winow and steal the title belt. New Champ!

No, its actually just a time killer (I would say "kinda like your mom" if I wanted to be an asshole:D)

I use my fmeinine wiles to con you out of your belt, clothes, and wallet. :)
After wards i tossed yuo aside like a limp rag andpoined you with arsenic. Let's see you take the title away from me now. :laughing:

This is getting out of hand!

Merkaba, in all his infinite wisdom, rolls up in his Tiger Tank and shells the shit out of Raine.

And the deflated oojay is next to go, LesPauls not too bad but I blow his legs off for safety sake. Good ol' DRMO is a mighty force, but not without a lawyer, thus I destroy his writing hand, no legal documents will be signed anymore.

And to seal the deal, I destroy the ring.

I guess, you know, given the circumstances, none of you can play anymore.

Oh. Oh well that fucks everything right up, do you know what I went through to get that tank??!!

BlackTshirt hires a witch doctor and has him bring me back to life. I then proceed to sneak into your tank, let a silent but deadly flatulence, then lock you inside until you pass out. I take my belt back, retrieve my wallet from Raine (who apparently charged me her usual fee:D) and fly to Mexico to defend my belt against the Lucha Libre's.