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.
"Special deliver for a Mr. Damien Darkness"
He hands the telegram to Damien.
"Please sign here"
After Damien signs, he opens the telegram and begins to read.
"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 Iím 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.
Iím sure youíll want a rematch either now or at the Pay per View,
or maybe youíll wait and have it in Cleveland, that place is a zoo.
Either way, it doesnít 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.