Much like the Diamond Cutter before it, the defining characteristic of the RKO is that it can come (all together now) out of nowhere. It's sneaky, swift, and looks to pack one hell of a sting pretty much from the nipples up. Surely, this cunning manoeuvre is something that could find its way into the squared circle of life, perhaps accompanied by a conveniently just-purchased ninja smoke bomb. Let's look at the physics again, though. You are throwing yourself into the air and landing on your back with the force of two men. In the ring, the only thing shielding you is the force field of suspended disbelief. In real life, you essentially must body slam yourself in order to execute this move, and in fact end up cushioning the opponent's head while their hands do the rest. For the average adult, the most you would accomplish is a touch of whiplash. If your adversary is already suffering from a headache, you may succeed in aggravating it. So, unless you end up throwing down on a grassy meadow against a septuagenarian (you psychopath) there really isn't much to the RKO's element of surprise besides the sudden pain in your spine.
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