ooc: Sorry for butting in since I wasn't invited, but in my opinion, my latest poem will build up the rematch.
A Western Union delivery boy walks into the boiler room.
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"Special deliver for a Mr. Damien Darkness"
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He hands the telegram to Damien.
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"Please sign here"
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After Damien signs, he opens the telegram and begins to read.
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"Oh Damien, Oh Damien, your title run has come to an end
as a consolation prize, I give this poem for which I have penned
The Title of Evil is officially no more,
and I’m sure that has you seething and sore.
I really hope you enjoyed you little swim,
and giving a piggyback ride to a Hobo named Jim.
Even though our river match was hellacious and tough,
the person who won can honestly say they had the right stuff.
I’m sure you’ll want a rematch either now or at the Pay per View,
or maybe you’ll wait and have it in Cleveland, that place is a zoo.
Either way, it doesn’t matter to me,
cause the result will be the same as you will see."
ooc: Over to you Damien. If you don't want to use this, then just ignore it.