The TWF World Champion

Looks like I am going to have to go with 30 years on this one.  Yep, 30 years ago, well roughly 30 years ago I became the TWF World Champion.  What is the TWF you might ask.  Oh, well thanks for asking.  The TWF is the Trampoline Wrestling Federation.  I am not only its World Champion but I am also its founder.  I know, where do I find the time?  Well, the reality of the situation is that I am what you might call semi-retired.  Rarely do I set foot on a trampoline anymore and when I do it is even rarer that there is an opponent on hand that would challenge me.  Back in the early days, yes, way back in the early days I used to single handedly take on multiple opponents.  Sure they were supposed to be a tag team but that never seemed to work out.  No matter, I used my high flying, acrobatic routine to simply take opponents by surprise.  Besides, a tag team vs. the champ is never a legitimate title bout so my championship status was clearly safe.  Older brother and his friends trying to rob me of this prestigious position within my own wrestling federation... please. 

Over the years younger brothers came challenging yet they failed.  In due time the federation splurged for an actual title belt made out of only the finest cardboard box.  You better believe the younger brothers wanted that prized possession and so they kept coming and they kept failing.  I would not fail in my quest for complete trampoline wrestling domination. 

Today everything changed.  In a moment of great weakness I found my self in the not so square in circle.  I probably did not pronounce that correctly in writing but who really cares?  I climbed through the nylon steel cage with only the thought of showing Andy a few tricks.  A couple back flips (yes, still got it at 40) later and Andy was in the ring with me.  Next thing I know we're wrestling.  He's working some serious moves on me.  I showed him a few tricks of my own and taught him a thing or two about a massive leg drop - Hulk Hogan style.  Next thing I know Andy's running off the ropes and lays a double leg drop on me.  His nearly 7 year old body lay a crushing blow to my chest.  Next thing I know he's got me pinned and  'one, two, three...' I'm out.  Defeated by the next generation of the Trampoline Wrestling Federation. 

It's great to see a new era of the TWF begin.  Great to pass on the legacy to my own son and to keep this great organization in the family.  Even better, this was simply an exhibition match,  more of a pick up match, nothing official.  Yep, that's right, a non title bout - still the TWF World Champion...  perhaps I better retire before some serious embarrassment heads my way.