Musicbanter World Heavyweight Champion
 

I'm kinda "borrowing" this from another forum. Heres how it works: The Musicbanter World Heavyweight Championship (WHC) is vacant. All you have to do is describe how you would beat the current champion ( via pin, submission, etc) and youre the new champ. Ill start. I run to the ring and kick Merkaba in the nuts and put him in an ankle lock. He taps. New Champ! Bring it on!


edit: Heres what the belt looks like
http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n...f/WCWWRLD2.jpg

I would hit you with a high kick that would stun you, take you down, get full mount, and ground and pound you until knockout or referee interferance.

i break a beer bottle over your head, then roll you up for the 1-2-3. New Champ!

I bring in my best friend, who will watch the fight. I'll be getting headlocked and from behind Chuck Norris (My friend) will roundhouse kick you and the ref. And as I recieve my belt I'll be all like BYAHH!!!

oh yeah?! ill powerbomb your ass onto 1,000 razor sharp tacks, put you in the corner with a trash can infront of your face, climb the opposite turnbuckle, and jump coast to coast and kick the trash can right into your face. 1-2-3 New Champ!

I'll wheel a TV into the ring on a long extension and a trolley on which amyl nitrates, oranges, a chair, a ladder, a tie, a gimp mask, a banana and some vaseline. I'll pop on a DVD of midget porn and run as fast as I can out of the arena, to return two hours later. During my absence, Oojay will have been so aroused by the midget porn (he loves it) that he'll end up hanging himself in a bout of auto-erotic-asphyxiation gone wrong, Hutchence stylee. He will also be found to have a banana up his ass. As per usual.

I will be declared champion by default.

I awake form my hanging as DRMO is celebrating his victory. He turns around and I act like im gonna hit him, he is so scared that he poops his pants and passes out. 1-2-3 New Champ!

laughs at your extreme ***ness, and you spontaneoulsly combust, into the 7 essential elements

is this wrestling role play i see?

whack mamagarmr in the head with a kendo stick (sandman style) and lock in a rear naked choke. his ass taps out. New Champ!

no more competiton in this territory?

i lift my skirt a little and oojay loses big time

Pwnt

rear naked choke. his ass taps out

WTF

catch you with a t-bone suplex then lock in the figure-4 leg lock (ric flair style). you tap out like a little biotch. New Champ!

I guess Oojay had his title forfeit when he lost a loser leave town match against Me & Right-Track :laughing:

i catch Urban and Right Track showering together in the locker room and threaten to reveal them if they dont give me back the belt. So yeah, New Champ!

oojay 3:16 says I just pwn3d your ass

Grabs you by the throat and knocks you the fuck out.

im playing possum and when you turn around I kick you in the nuts as hard as I can and you pass out. i then steal your wallet and pin you. 1-2-3 New Champ!

*pulls out a mac 10 and sprays a f*cker*


I win

I was wearin' a vest like Tupac muthfucka. I snatch that gat and whip yo ass wit it. New Champ Bitch!

i concealed explosives in your "tupac vest muth****a", resulting in you exploding and me winning, making me even more of a "tupac muth****a" than you were, or ever will be. i am the successor.

I climb to the top of a 20 foot ladder and do a shooting star press on your punk ass. Then, just for good measure, I stomp on your nuts until you die..............New Champ.

You can't do that! You just exploded there is no way to dodge a close proximity explosion with no knowledge of it happening. ledzep wins by default.

I head butt you both (Andre style) and then lay you in the 69 position, put my foot on you, and 1-2-3 New Champ!

i just charged and ran your butt outta the ring.

I am
the champ :laughing:

I show you my manhood and you get your eyes poked out by it. I put you in a boob-lock until you tap. New Champ!

*Cuts your fucking head off*
Done.

But I return from the dead (ala Undertaker @ Wrestlemania 20) and chokeslam you straigh to hell. 1-2-3 New Champ.





edit: the goal is to be creative with your style of victory, not to kill everone off. so even if someone "kills" you, you can still come back and take their belt. its all in good fun.

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.