So that whole, "I bet you wimps would never challenge big, bad Donald physically" stuff got me thinking last night.
I sincerely believe that I could defeat an entire gauntlet of all living Presidents in one night, Diggstown style. I've given this a lot of thought.
I'd start out with a handicap match between me and a team of Carter and Bush 41. I know this still seems easy, but I'm cognizant of the fact that Bush 41: 1) was once a war hero; 2) was probably the architect of Iran/Contra, so is probably crafty and devious; and 3) is married to who is largely considered to be the meanest of the First Ladies (I envision First Ladies being allowed ringside, but not Veeps). So I think I'd have to just knock him out of his wheelchair and go for the immediate pin. I figure Carter would be slow to intervene, but even if he entered the fray, I could probably take a few shots while getting the cover on Bush Sr. Then I'd offer to allow Carter to take the honorable loss by getting counted out and going to build houses. As he exited the ring, however, I'd grab him from behind and hit him a Samoan Drop. Because I want to establish my heel bona fides immediately.
I think I'd take Trump mano a mano in the next bout. Let's assume he really is 6'3" and 239 lbs. With that gut, he'd have to have the muscle tone of a jellyfish. I'd just go for a double-leg takedown and immediately transition to the Boston Crab. If do right, no Trump can defend.
Clinton is next. He's had open heart surgery and I must have 75 pounds on him. But he's the ultimate survivor. I think I'd need a contingency plan. Which is why it will be so sweet when Hillary turns on him and beans him with a steel chair before removing the jacket of her pantsuit to reveal a tee shirt with my image on it.
OK, so now is when the tough matches start. I guess I'd start with W because everyone loves a heel vs. heel battle. It's not self-evident to me that I could go toe to toe with The Decider, but I think I could probably outwit him. Say, "Look, it's the weapons of mass destruction!" before cheap shotting him. I also figure if I can keep it going 5 or 10 minutes, he'd probably grow bored and lose interest. I win a tough matchup.
Leaving me with Barry O. On the bright side, at least it's not Michelle, who I'd definitely favor over me. My key advantage here is that Obama would never cheat and I totally would. Like, I'd offer to meet to discuss bi-partisan healthcare reform, and then I'd throw salt in his eyes and kick him in the Baracks. I think he'd keep fighting back on the power of the hopes of the little Obama-maniacs, but when we brawled into the crowd a group of midwestern white dudes with serious economic anxieties would help me turn the tide.