Shane can't believe his masked eyes.

What the hell is Flynn doing winning a match? Give me that title!

450 Splash, followed by a spear into a flaming table, finished off with a gorilla press toss onto the top of a skyscraper and a big double foot stomp. Shane goes for the small package pin out of nowhere! The clouds are the shape of a referee counting!

"HEY SHANE-O! HULKASHANIA! HOW LONG'S IT BEEN BUDDY!?!? DID YOU GET BOTOX! BECAUSE YOUR FACE HAS NEVER LOOKED YOUNGER OR MORE RUBBER!"

Free-Win rolls with the force of Sane's literally impossible series of maneuvers.

Shane sprints so fast into the roll-up that when Flynn gives into the force, Shane's feet shoot off the ground, and does a full flip!

Shane lands on his back...

Free-Win catches a leg just as his back hits the ground.

1....

2....

3!

The clouds count it! Flynn has pinned Shane !...

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Which really doesn't mean anything. It wasn't an official match and the title only changes if Flynn's shoulders are pinned.

The only reason the clouds even counted the pin is that it's not an experienced XWF official.

Shane regrets ever hiring the stupid bunch of clouds and insists the cloud follow him to his office for a stern talking to, just as Free-Win slips away, almost tripping on the burning table, slowly spreading an inferno through XWF Corporate as he slips out the emergency exit.