Those are some pretty good tips but let me add in a few advanced tips.
First, if you're able to find a creative way of making it technically more challenging to reply to the thread in question, your chances may rise because time could elapse while the champion is trying to figure out how to kick out. Some methods I've used in the past were to cloak the entire page with a large image that overlaps the reply button, place an iframe over the page that opens up an entirely different web page or different part of the xwf site, or even use a custom redirect which turns the entire thread into a link to another website or, in my case, a picture of a pony pinning another pony. If done correctly, the thread will forward to it no matter which link they click to try and access the thread and there are only three known ways I'm aware of that a redirect of that nature can be responded to. For the right price in xbux I will supply greater details.
Clearly these tactics won't stop me from kicking out but should the day come when I no longer have the title, I encourage them to be executed. Staff seems to back up the idea that the responder must figure out how to kick out no matter what the challenger does to their thread. If you want to be really cheap and possibly slow their computer down, you may even choose to insert a few hundred autoplaying youtube videos in hopes that anytime they try opening the thread their browser freezes or crashes before they can click reply. Again, won't work on me the way I access these boards. You're welcome to try though.
Oh, and one more thing…
Justin Sane feels a tap on his shoulder and turns his head to see… nothing? Is an unseen lurker here also a master of the art of invisible duplicity? The explanation remains irrelevant; still the only distraction Evertrust needed in order to kick out and send Justin flying several feet away and smashing into a man who appears out of thin air and drives Justin into the ground with the fury of a thousand tidal waves. This unknown, mystifying man does then leap high into the air, some 400 feet before crashing straight down with a double foot stomp into Justin Sane's stomach, causing every last bit of his lunch to be propelled up and out of his throat. The chunks and liquid are so plentiful and soar so high they temporarily block out the indigo sun, but not the black sun. The black sun's beams illuminate the new man who stands over Justin Sane's body and are a part of the reason he can exist at this point in time.
This attacker looks over at Evertrust and smiles after putting Justin Sane down and emptying his belly.
Is that? Could it be? Evertrust smiles back and thanks the man for his assist.
" Thank you, Justin Ane. Proof yet again of the unbridled powers of the inane—constantly superior to the insane. "
An inane tea party ensues. Bunnies, ponies, invisible men, superior counterparts and even those with inferior mind brains are invited. Once the tea party concludes, our dear Justin Ane ceases to exist and Justin Sane snaps awake as though from a nightmarish slumber.