The MIMITW would beat the living crap out of 'little Chrissy' (seriously? Are we that far removed from the Sopranos that we don't even remember Christopher Moltisanti?) with a complex array of precision strikes to pressure points and a secret type of Brazilian jujitsu that monks learned from gorrillas, who learned it from ninjas, who learned it from tigers.
Afterwards, as the former mobster turned hype man lay bloody, confused, and mentally exhausted (because when you fight the MIMITW, there is also the obvious psychic trauma you endure, like staring into the sun too long), the 'geezer' will say one sentence, and only one sentence, which will open little Chrissy's mind.
They will then drink absurdly overpriced tequila, which they will chase with absurdly overpriced beer. Together, as friends, if not brothers.