Championship Belts and Tape Rolls

I hauled a giant, half-unrolled silver duct tape spool straight across the rug! That masked guy from earlier? He wouldn't drop his guard, so I called a truce—and we needed championship gear immediately. I tore off a jagged metallic strip with a heavy yank, flattened it against the carpet, and stuck a gold metallic bottle cap smack in the center. Pure heavyweight title material. I slung the tape belt over my shoulder, thumped my chest twice, and tossed the extra ribbon across the floor to set up tomorrow's rematch stakes.