THREEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOO!

Free-Win shoots a shoulder off the ground at the last conceivable moment!

Mastermind tries to force his shoulder back to the concret- FREE-WIN CATCHES HIM WITH AN UNPADDED ELBOW STRAIGHT TO THE NOSE!

The force drives Mastermind's nose into his skull and knocks him out...

Blood dripping into his mouth.

Free-Win pulls out a dirty rag...

And wipes Mastermind's face clean.

An XWF camera drops beside both of them, Mastermind unconscious leaning carefully against a wall.

And Free-Win, brightly smiling next to him!

"AND... ACTION!"

"Kids. My good pal Mastermind, as you can see, is feeling a little down in the drumps..."

Free-Win's hand slips behind Mastermind's head.

"Isn't that right, Massy?"

Mastermind's unconscious head nods with a little bit of force...

Unfortunately, Flynn is only 200 pounds and lacks the strength to support the giant's weight and 'Massy' ends up slipping out of Free-Win's grip and collapsing skull first onto the concrete.

Free-Win shakes his head.

"It's nerves. Amateur."

Free-Win then slides a spray can from the inside of his tights.

"What he should be using to cheer himself up, is Colonel Custer's Custard Duster!"

F-Dub then leans down over Mastermind, who has a pool of blood building around the impact zone his head caved upon and begins spraying a thick white sugar glaze on top of Mastermind's head.

"Just one spray, and your dry custard is covered in a wondrous cinnamon dust that no one couldn't not unenjoy!"

"Not even ol' sourpuss Mastermind."

"Isn't that right, Massy?"

Mastermind continues to bleed out of his skull onto the concrete

"Oh Massy! Ahahahahaha."

Flynn continues to heartily laugh as the cameraman raises

"And... CUT!"

Free-Win then skips out a side door, leaving Mastermind in a mixture of forehead blood and terrible tasting 'custard dust', whatever the Hell that means. Free-Win shrugs.

"Money in my pocket."