Just as Flynn thought it was safe, the Mafia Men making their retreat, he turns around and bumped into the massive Psychic Id of Cain. The Id grabs the man by the throat and lifts him up with one hand, driving him through a nearby table. He pins.

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THRE-NO SIR!

Mark Flynn is lifted into the air by an even larger psychological force than Cain's Id...

Mark Flynn's ego!! An eight foot tall green monster obsessed with the power other entities have... yet it immediately lords any power it obtains over the powerless!!! A walking contradiction!

Flynn's massive and disgusting ego wraps its arms around Cain's id and begins squeezing the life out of it...

Flynn doesn't believe in psychobabble so instead of watching this fight and maybe learning something about himself and his inherent flaws as a human being, he runs for the hills and keeps his title for another day.

"This kick-out is brought to you by Cool Ranch Doritos. Because Fuck self-improvement."