Championship Belt

Staring down that silent, gagged dinosaur inside my chalk ring wasn't enough without a proper trophy to seal the win. I marched over to the entertainment console and scouted the clutter until I spotted a discarded silver metallic watch band resting beside an open game case. Pure championship hardware. I dragged the heavy linked steel across the carpet, hoisted it over my shoulder, and wrapped it straight around my waist. The cold metal links clicked shut tight with a heavy snap. I struck a fierce pose right over the boundary line, flexing my plush arms while that green lizard watched in total silence. First title defense is officially in the books.