We believe in one Champ, the Macho Almighty, Creator of Heaven and the Double Axe Handle.

We believe in one Lady, Miss Elizabeth, the only Manager of the Champ, eternally begotten of the Macho Man, Champ from Champ, Light from Light, Ohhhhh yeahhhh from Ohhhhh yeahhhh.

Begotten, not made, one in being with the Jumping Knee Drop.

Through Him all things were splayed. For us men and our macho men He came down from the top rope: by the power of the Slim Jim, He was born of the WWF, and became man.

For our sake He was crucified under Hulkimania; He suffered, heeled, and was pinned. On the third day He rose again in fulfillment of the script: He ascended into the Championship and is seated at the right hand of Vince McMahon.

He will come again in glory to judge the jobronis and the dead, and his championship reign will have no end.

We believe in the Wrestlemania, the show, the giver of life, who proceeds from the pay-per-view. With the Savage and the Slim Jim, He is worshiped and glorified. He has spoken through the imitators.

We believe in one, holy, Mean Gene and piledriver Church. We acknowledge one belt for the forgiveness of pins. We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the danger zone to come.

Dig it.

HALLELUJAH!

Eloquent gentlemen, the whole lot of them.