I figure it’ll only take a little bit of start-up capital to get the sport, hereby dubbed SlaughterBall, off the ground. Once things get going we’ll make plenty of money selling merch in the SlaughterMall and food in the Slaughteria, all of which (merch AND food) will be emblazoned with the league’s official logo:

As part of the league’s community outreach, we will host an annual SlaughterBall Youth Physical Education and Leadership Training Camp (SYPHELETC) that trains the youth of America to be SlaughterBallers.
As the co-founders of the sport, Raoul and I would be original members of Team WidowMaker. As such, we would need personas and awe-inspiring names like “Nitro” or “Sloth.” For his name, Raoul chose Shadowhawk Ninjakiller which is so unbelievably bad-ass, I can’t even begin to explain it. Now, let me explain how bad-ass it is. First, he’s a shadow, so not only are you incapable of physically touching him, but he follows you EVERYWHERE. Second, he’s a hawk, which means he can see things from a mile away and he can fly. And finally, the motherfucker kills ninjas so much, they made it his nickname. Are you kidding me?
Xander gets to be an honorary co-founder because the creators of SlaughterBall are nothing if not benevolent. The only stipulation for his entry is that Raoul got to pick his name. After careful deliberation, Raoul settled on the terrifyingly intimidating Jebediah Waffleskin. Need to change your diaper yet?
As my show name, I chose Fuckemall McGillicutty, mostly because it’s my favorite flavor of ice cream. On a side note, my birthday is this weekend and as you could probably figure from this blog, I’ll be turning 12. I hope I never win the lottery.