Staggeringly, his Stability Stressed, Stumbling the Celebrated Champion and Regal Re...Ra.... Royal Registered pResident of the Ring Rapidly Exits Said Ring Entirely of his own volition.  He Definitely Did that on Purpose.  I Promise.

What an Unprecedented Utilization of a most Unregistered weaponry.  Unusual to say the least.

The Immovable Object has met the Irresistible Force.  Who Might have iMagined, a Mole Man.  THE Mole Man, MOLE-MAN, Malodorous and Mighty Man Mole!

"He was Clearly Cheating!"  Danger, Danger Fontaine Cried to a Crowing Crowd.

Despite their Deliberate inDifference and general Doubting expressions Danger, Danger Fontaine knew in his heart of heart and kidney of kidneys that the Crowd Could see the Credulity of his Complaint.  Flying Tackle Charge?  Nonsense.  That wasn't in the movelist.  He had all the DLCs too.  There was a Top Rope Flying Charge.  A Tackling Charge.  A Charging Tackle.  No Flying Tackle Charge!

"ILLEGITIMATE!  ILLEGITIMATE!" Danger, Danger Fontaine wisely and Bravely Brought the matter to the Announcer's Attention.

They just kinda shook their heads.  It was a no.  MOLE-MAN was good.  Everyone knows the only rules in both the Human Wrestling League For Humans and the Monthly Mole Man Motivational Invitational is that there are no rules.  Other than that first rule, the one that there are no rules.  That's the only one.

"FUUUUUUUCK.  Fine."

Danger, Danger Fontaine Valiantly Vaulted To The Tippity Toppity Tippity Top of The Turnbuckle and Executed an Exemplary Elbow Drop Aiming to Assault the Mole Man MOLE-MAN right on the Tippity Fuckin' Top of his stupid fuck Mole Man head.  

But would it land?  Would the Mole Man Maneuver Making him Miss?  Perhaps the Man of La Mole-a May Suddenly Slip Clear of the Colossal Catastrophic Crush of a Conundrum of Realizing Rhyming gets Really hard.  Not that that rhymed.  It just started with the same letter, sometimes.  Fuck.  

Still Something Cool would Surely oCcur.  Ooooo, that was Kinda Kool.  I liked that.