Mark Flynn casually rolls a shoulder off the ground. So casually that describing as it happened requires no exclamation points.

Kickout.

Flynn nimbly rolls from his shoulders to his feet.

”Oh. Hey, Chuckster. FYI, I got called to sub in for you in a tag match with Bobb-o. You should show up for work if you’re on the work schedule. No call, no show? No bueno.”

Flynn rolls on the floor, out of the X-Treme Title hallway.

”If people are just going to keep knocking me over and pinning me, I might as well just stay down here, save everyone the extra step.”