In the momentary silence of the startled crowd, following his ingenious deployment of the MOLE-MAN patented Flying Charge Tackle slash Flying Tackle Charge, THE MOLE-MAN takes a moment to reflect on his new environment, and perhaps on his life and decisions going forward. He lingers instead on his decisions going backward - on regrets. But at least he can think. The quiet is good for his rattling brain and throbbing skull. THE MOLE-MAN feels on the brink of peace when Danger, Danger Fontaine loudly swears. His head jerks up. THE MOLE-MAN has a particular relationship with swearing. When people do it, it usually means they're about to get aggressive with him. "Fffffuucchchhh?" echoes THE MOLE-MAN, his warped and unattractive features moving almost imperceptibly to let loose the obscene utterance. THE MOLE-MAN is on guard as Danger, Danger Fontaine ascends the ropes and prepares what might be an Exemplary Elbow Drop. THE MOLE-MAN, the announcers observe, is ready. Beady black eyes stare upwards at that tanned, glistening, grossly muscled form. Some might be distracted and taken back off guard. But THE MOLE-MAN is demisexual. "Astonishing!" marvels one announcer. "Astounding!" marvels the other. "Astonishing!" marvels the first. "Incredible!" "Astonishing!" THE MOLE-MAN roars as Danger, Danger Fontaine makes his move, countering the Exemplary Elbow Drop with a Clumsy Leaping Bear Hug, delivering Danger, Danger Fontaine back out of the ring, this time with THE MOLE-MAN clinging to him and at dire risk of landing atop him. "Unbelievable!"