Whenever a situation at ringside escalates out of control (read: when it suits the story,) security officials pour down the ramp to restore order. In this case, restoring order consists of mildly restraining people and getting batted aside until RAW cuts to commercial. There seems to be no training or protocol whatsoever involved, so actual threat neutralisation is nil. All security can do to stop most guys is crowd them into a corner while a few are punched, kicked, slammed and generally sent flying. The Head of Security has it the worst, because if anyone on the team is going to take more lumps than the rest, it's him. Underwriter's assessment: Job duties consist entirely of crisis management, with complete absence of concurrent defensive skills. Equally elevated risk of a) falling, and b) falling co-workers, probability of sailing into solid structures: forty percent. Not covered for injuries suffered without eye contact with attacker.
CKUT radio host, underground lyricist, Michael Myers scholar and all-around world-class opiner. Signature move: Irony Bomb. Blood type: chai. Never seen in the same place and time as Logic Johnson, former featured columnist for Bleacher Report.
Hopelessly unfamiliar with Yellow Submarine.
