Pirouetting Perilously through the air they Crash with a Considerable Cacophony Causing our Champion to have a Close Call with Crapping himself. Astonishing! Astounding! Astonishing! Incredible! Astonishing! Inconceivable! Astonishing! Moving the Mic away from his mouth one announcer, Adam, whispers to the other, "Listen Greg you Gotta Step your Game up, this shit won't do. Work on your fucking vocabulary man, be a fucking professional for fucks sake, this isn't fucking Bingo night Back in Baltimore, this is the Big League." Greg sits there with a stupid fucking grin on his face, maintaining his composure. Shaking his head Adam moves the mic back Impossible! Improbable! Illogical! Irresponsible! Huh, what are you- Aggressively Adam interrupts, this time on the mic. "Greg you're better than this. It's clearly not impossible that's a nonsensical response you're trying to get all fucking cutesy and I don't like it. The same letter thing is only funny if it makes sense. You're being ridiculous. This is our goddam careers take it seriously. Don't you fucking Drag me Down to the Dregs with you." "Oh my god Alan. This is about Denver again? Always Denver, I swear to Deity you Do this every fucking time. It's always like this I can't fucking work like this do you know how much this shit stresses me out? Do you fucking care?" "It's not always like this Glen listen-" "If you're so unhappy why don't you stop wasting both of our lives and just leave?" "I could never leave you Gary, listen..." The lights flicker off one by one until there is only one light, shining down on Aaron as he begins the duet. "I may not always love you" Tears in his eyes Gaston picks up the next line. As the light moves to him. "But as long as there are stars above you" "You'll never need to doubt it" "I'll make you so sure about it" Together they sing "And God only knows what I'd be without you." And then a chorus of motherfucking mole men and mole women...mole persons I guess. Mole People? Fuck I don't know. A bunch of humanoid mole things. That. They all sing that whole song. It is beautiful. Breathtaking. In one Magical Momentous Moment they kiss and the whole world stops. "What the fuck Adam what are we doing" "Greg, what wha..why are we doing this" "I don't know I'm not like that." "Me neither. Not that there's anything wrong with that." "Absolutely not. We're both married. To each other." "Ok ok this is fine." "Super fine." Yeah yeah. We can still work together." "Definitely." "Cool." "Cool." "Cool cool cool." "Super cool." "So cool." "I still get visitation every other weekend right? You know how important Andy, Sandy and Mandy are to me." "Yeah yeah, of course. I would never take that from you. The kids love you." "Ok cool." "Yeah. Cool. So." "Beach Boys are great right?" "So great." "So great." "American classics." "A national treasure." "You're fucking A right they are." Coming to on the floor, Bleeding his own Blood, Certainly Concussed, and at the Moment being Mercilessly Mauled and Man Handled by the Mole Man, Danger, Danger Fontaine Must Maintain his Masculinity and Manage to Make this the turning point of the Match. After that he should probably see a therapist or at least quit the Ketamine. "C-C-C-C-Combo Breaker" he shouts for some reason and begins headbutting the general cranium region of MOLE-MAN. As is traditional when performing a headbutt.