"[i][b]Villian! Verily thou Vexeth me so![/b][/i]" Danger, Danger Fontaine paced back and forth in the ring, dramatically pivoting on his heel every time he turned around and swishing his red cape. Kind of like Batman only not at all like Batman. Each time he imagined how his golden locks would be dramatically flipping to and fro if he wasn't wearing a mask, and if his hair was blonde instead of brown, and if he wasn't also very bald. Moderately Melodramatically he pointed down the ramp and Said Some more Stupid Shit. "[i][b]Visionate my Virtuous Victory, Vagrant Knight. To Versus anon, thou must put up a fight![/b][/i]" As a bit of a bonus to his countless fans that last bit rhymed. He put a lot of effort into the dumb shit that came out of his mouth. True fans would appreciate it, but to truly understand his Carelessly Convoluted but Certainly Captivating Comedy would Require a like Really Really just super high IQ. Like double Big Brain status. He held the overly theatrical pointing pose a bit longer than necessary, giving the millions AND MILLIONS of fans plenty of time to take pictures of his visage. Who could blame them. Who wouldn't want to capture a moment of such a life forever. Frame it and put it on your mantle. Tear all those shit ass drawings your Dumb shit Definitely Disappointing, yes I mean you Dylan, kids did off your refrigerator and replace them with something as glorious as Danger, Danger Fontaine. "[i][b]We will battle on a float. We will battle in a boat. We will battle in this ring. We will battle on a swing. We will battle in your garage. We will battle in the quaint Derry 4 bedroom 4 bath summer home of Nigel Farage. I will win and you will lose. Socks are always sold in twos.[/b][/i]" That last part was for the ladies. As was the truly back breaking and Herculean butt flex he maintained throughout it. Always got to give back to the fans. That whole shit rhymed too, Danger never disappointed the fans. Even just now fans rhymes with fans. "[b][i]Where is this alleged valiant rogue That all the stories hath foretold? Dareth he not to faceth me in mine ring? Dareth him to faceth the king? That is me. I'm the King I was referencing just now. No, not you, thou art a cow. Perchance awareness of my WikiFan article did reacheth his doors? Perchance he decideth he doth wanteth no more? Further references to some shit talking past. Cometh he to face his judgement at last?[/i][/b]" Danger, Danger Fontaine then did the patented thing that Dwayne Johnson used to do when he was The Rock in like 2001 or something. The like "Come Get Some" hand gesture. He didn't look as cool. And he wasn't as charismatic. And he wasn't as handsome. And he didn't have a future in Hollywood. And he didn't have a kind of plain but very loving and supportive wife he would soon cheat on and end up marrying some bimbo years later who would then probably take him for all his money and start spreading rumors about what a dick he actually was when the cameras were off. But it still kind of sort of looked cool if you squinted really hard.