You fall backwards with tears in your eyes. You can accept that you've been out-weirded. The R.C.M.BEE wins. I mean talk about the ultimate act of Kayfabe commitment. You are in awe. You sob silently as you manage to pass these words past your trembling lips, “It would be an honour to be pinned by you, sir. You truly are a god of this ring.”
The hideous waspy bee creature shuffles towards you and descends upon your frame in an impressive insectual elbow-type-thing slam. You sell the blow, even though it lacked any weight or strength, those things matter not. It was the art of commitment to character that will win this match. The federal-creature thingy creeps and crawls up to your ear, hissing in, “I'm noooooo God.... I come from beyond this realm though.... far away, above the stratosphere.....”
Your eyes open wide as you begin to comprehend how the glory of the Kayfabe has completely enraptured both of your characters and altered the entire history of NOW lore. The strands of a million imaginary connections twist together and forge a new, and blissfully fulfilling reality.
As the creature's fore-limbs begin to grasp at securing your shoulders down against the mat, the lower limbs make a play for your waist. “I'm not jusssst going to pin yoooou kid......,” it yanks your cover-alls off, “I'm going to probe the living shit out of you!”
As the ref slides to the mat, pounding out his 1, 2, 3 count, the R.C.M.BEE plunges in his stinger in time with the ref. “For cccccccelessssstial Sssssscience of course!”
You cry not out of pain, but out of the deep..... deep fulfillment of your life's purpose on display in the sanctified squared circle. All hail the Kayfabe.