Well, in the old days, inclinations to violence within WAYWRN were channelled safely into the realm of oily Greco-Roman wrestling. While rules were few, honor was high. Only occasionally would the crowd roar for defeated necks to be snapped. Many of these battles could be titled, "The Untold Stories of Holdfast, the Champion." LA Guy came into mututal proprietorship of the forvm precisely through these means. There was a day when another called a post of his, "stupid," and his jean pants, "whack." (Remember, in those days, there was only one WAYWRN for those who wore office pants and those who wore jeans pants.) Challenges were issued, arrangments made, greasy tumble upon greasy tumble ensued. The match raged all day. In the end, though, marc37 was made to quaff a cup of his own urine and LA Guy ascended into Olympus.