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The diving Renegade held up to his rib cage immediately following the dive and stumbled backwards, onto his a** and against the barricade. Fans had shown him approval by slapping his chest and cheering loudly, but the sharp shoulders of Bad Boy left Young's ribs bruised. He could have easily done something less risky, but it was about showing his arsenal of moves and athleticism. If Renegade wanted to become a massive star, he had to win and sell tickets, too. After composing himself and getting over the first few seconds of pain he endured, Renegade went to pick up Bad Boy by the ears and roll him into the ring.

The Petaluma native slid in the ring after throwing Bad Boy in and clutching his ribs on the outside for a few seconds. He was in hot pursuit of his opponent. If he could beat the number one contender and humble him too, Renegade would have really made an impression. He walked slowly and condescendingly towards Bad Boy, smiling at his opponent's change of heart.

"Oh really? Me?" Renegade asked with a sarcastic tone. He smiled at the pathetic attempts Bad Boy was giving him. Trying to play nice with Young after the blatant disrespect early one was going to be impossible. Renegade attempted his first slap in his professional wrestling career, only to show Bad Boy he wasn't interested in his begging.

The California Kid wasn't having any of Bad Boy's s**t. He was relentless in his approach, going more of emotion and showmanship rather than psychology. Renegade looked to turn Bad Boy around and hook his arm over the top rope with one hand while going for chops to the chest with the other.

Before Renegade could move the referee out of his way (in the politest way he could), he was stabbed! Spooked! Speckledorfed! Just as soon as he lost sight of Bad Boy's filthy antics, the California Kid had been jabbed in the eye by the b*****d's thumb. He put his palm over his right eye and turned, going towards the furthest set of ropes to get away from Bad Boy and try to nurse his painful eyesocket.

Kidney shots were known to keep a man down, and a knee to the kidney would certainly put Renegade on the mat. So it did. Young dropped to the canvas and put the back of his hand over his kidney. He clenched his eyes and teeth shut because of his reaction to the pain. Young turned his body on the mat to lean against the bottom turnbuckle, making sure he could keep track of where Bad Boy was coming from.

Just as the pain of his ribs from an earlier moonsault was healing, Bad Boy attacked he exact area where Young's swelling had begun. Renegade hunched forward briefly, only to be pushed back against the turnbuckles, unable to breathe as Bad Boy's knee was shoved right into his adams apple. The referee, already irritated with the dastardly heel's antics, began to count to five.

The weight and surface of Bad Boy's knee pressed against Renegade's throat made time go by way too slowly. Even if it was applied for only three seconds, the severity of the choke made it feel like thirty. Once the disrespectful Bad Boy let go, the California Kid didn't even see him taunt. He was too busy hunched over the bottom rope, coughing up a storm. After a few quick moments, Young went back in his position, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle and clutching at his throat. Renegade put his hand on the middle rope, trying to catch his breath before he would attempt to pull himself to his feet.