On second thought, running on stage to pester Riff Raff while his 6'9, 295-pound boxer friend was hanging out nearby was probably a bad plan:
And then he just got chucked into the crowd like a limp sack of potatoes.
Honestly, though, I blame his blockers. No protection whatsoever.
★★★Chuck Norris explains the finer points of hand-to-hand combat and remembers the time when Bruce Lee wanted to kill him.