Oh no. Not his shoes. Oh fuck, not the right shoe. Biting his lower lip, the Master struggled again in annoyance, unable to properly kick the Doctor in the face before his shoe was removed and the very tiny transmat fell right out and between the grating of the TARDIS, disappearing down somewhere into the wiring. His last chance to escape... gone. The Master stared for a very long time, just letting it all sink in. The horrible unpleasant feeling that he was entirely disarmed and entirely trapped.

Then finally, he acted, unable to dwell on such an ugly realisation. Looking down, he took note of how the Doctor was sitting and with the most amused smirk possible, he knew what he could do to get revenge. Swiftly but firmly bringing his knee up as hard as he could, he slammed it full force into the Doctor's balls.

There! Finally some proper revenge.