...Flynn squints skeptically at the contract, which is written... in the air maybe? Sorcery! Caveman witchcraft!

"Hold on, I need to speak to my attorney."

Flynn dips inside the nearest door... Which is a closet.

...

......

Christopher K. Clinton comes out. He is a different guy and is DEFINITELY NOT Mark Flynn wearing a false mustache.

"Clear a path, clear a path, lemme take a look here..."

Clinton retrieves from his pocket a magnifying glass, eyeing every word of the contract, down to the atom!

He also leans down and presses his tongue against the contract. He licks his lips.

"Mmm. Strawberry."

Clinton spins toward the Anarchy Champion.

"Very clever move, Mister Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer. And if a pin attempt were a contract between the X-Treme champion and their challenger, this all MIGHT be above board!"

...

"Maybe."

Clinton shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, the X-Treme Championship Title Rules is NOT a contract between the champion and challenger, but instead a contract between the XWF as a corporate entity and the whole of its employees willing to challenge for the belt. The X-Treme belt is not some fake vanity project like Big Money Oswald's Billion Dollar Belt. This is a legitimate title under the management of the XWF Corporate entity. As such, Mark Flynn, despite being champion, has no control to change its rules of his own agreement. If he had such power, he could change the rules on his own to say the kick-out reply time was 12 YEARS instead of 12 hours."

"A contract amendment can only be made with the mutual assent of both parties to the agreement. As such, an amendment to the rules and regulations can only be made with the permission of the XWF Corporate entity, NOT Mark Flynn."

Clinton shifts the contract up on his projector screen. Somehow, while he's been speaking, a table has popped up from nowhere, along with an old projector from the 50s...

"Additionally, even if this were valid, the language in Clause TWO is impossible as written. If my client were to VACATE his title, he would lose his rights to the X-Treme Title and thus would have no say as to who would hold the belt next. Again, as the title remains under the management and control of the XWF corporate entity, IF my client were to vacate the belt, it would instead come back into the control of the XWF corporate entity, who would then determine the next champion. Thus, as written, it is impossible for Flynn to BOTH vacate the belt AND transfer his property interest to Mister EDWARD."

Clinton reaches into his breast pocket and slides on a pair of spectacles.

...

THEN HE DRAMATICALLY RIPS THE SPECTACLES OFF HIS FACE.

"THEREFORE! Either this X-Treme Title Rules cannot be amended by the actions and even accidental consent of the champion, because the XWF decides the rules and not my client."

...Clinton quietly puts his glasses back on.

...

OFF ONCE MORE! EVEN MORE DRAMATICALLY!

"OR! This contract is void because its terms are impossible to execute as written!"

Clinton nods his head toward the caveman.

"Nice try, though, old sport. If you ever want a REAL attorney to screw the rules for you, here's my card."

Clinton leaves on the table... A punchcard for 'Buy 10, Get One' frozen yogurt (seven of ten spots clipped out).

Clinton drops a bill on the table, then strides back into the closet.

...

Flynn walks back out.

"What happened? Did I win?"

Flynn sits back down at the table... He spies the bill.

"FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS?!??!?!?"