THREE!

HOLY SHIT! The official counts three!

The entire auditorium bursts into applause! TOMMY WISH JUST PINNED MARK FL...

...

Wait a second... Who is this guy?

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FIVE HOURS EARLIER

Bobby Zi (former two-time X-Treme champion) coughs directly into his hand, before he signs a glossy headshot of himself... he adds it to a stack of fifty handmade autographed headshots...

"$55 each... That'll buy me SO MUCH scalp cream..." The greasy Zi smiles, rubbing an itchy spot on his head... (he might have... hand, foot and mouth disease... don't babies get that?). Zi fiendishly wrings his hands. "Now, I just have to sell them..."

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FOUR HOURS LATER...

Zi sits at his autograph booth... He hasn't moved a single picture.

A trio of XWF fans walks by with a convention map. They're sporting B.o.B. t-shirts...

Zi waves!

"Hey fellas! XWF fans! I see you're fans of the Brotherhood of Bastards!" Zi fishes three autographed headshots off the stack. "How'd you like to pay $200 for a picture with a guy who met them once!"

...

"At an airport!"

The trio walks by without making eye contact.

...

Zi snarls.

"YOU JUST MISSED OUT ON A GREAT STORY ABOUT HOW FAST BARNEY GREEN CAN EAT AN AIRPORT CINNABUN!"

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Zi snarls, sitting back in his chair.

"Dammit... Stupid, tasteless NERDS... No one cares about the GOLDEN AGE of XWF... Late 2013! ...Everyone cares about the new guys..."

...

Zi looks over.

There's a cardboard cut-out of Mark Flynn...

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Zi scratches his head like a mangy dog... Thoughtfully.

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Zi sneaks over... Grabs the cardboard cut-out and a pair of craft scissors from the artist's corner...

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Wish stands over...

Bobby Zi... wearing a cardboard cut-out of Flynn's face!

Wish J-Bombed that has-been through his table... Destroying his stack of autographs...

With the last of his strength, Zi reaches into his pocket...

And retrieves... GASP!

...

A calculator.

...He punches in $55... And 50 (his Flynn disguise plan was NOT working).

"YOU OWE ME $2750!!!"

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That moment, the actual Mark Flynn walks by, with a hot dog and an extra-large soda.

He gives Tommy a head-nod.

"Oh, hey T-Wish. Changing corporeal forms again, you Time Lord you?"

Flynn gently lifts one shoulder in the air (kickout). Then walks away.