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Young could not fight it off in time. He had been locked tightly in Bad Boy's front face lock, and only a moment after he was brought to his feet on the top rope, he was flung forward. The California Kid bounced a few inches off the canvas and rolled over on his head and knees. He kicked the mat and put the back of his hand over his lower back where the pain was felt the most. Renegade had yelled the sweet sounds of agony before rolling to his side again, clenching his eyes and teeth tightly together.

Renegade knew the damage that both ends of the Superplex would receive, but he had doubted that Bad Boy was feeling any worse. The way his lower back had slapped the canvas was crucial to Renegade's chances of winning this match. Bad Boy was calculated and crisp with each one of his moves, and Young was the recipient of all of them tonight. The California Kid rolled to his back and blinked a few times at the bright lights above him, heavy breaths escaping his mouth. His face was covered in sweat, his throat was sore, and a bruise had formed on his left rib cage. Charles Robinson lifted his fingers in the air and had counted up to three by this point.

Renegade rolled towards the closest set of ropes to his side and onto his knees. He reached for the top rope with his left arm and grabbed the middle rope with his right. After the count of seven, Young was able to pull himself to his feet with assistance from the ropes, and soon he leaned against them, taking short-winded breaths and shaking the cobwebs out of his hair. He took his time sucking up air and keeping an eye on Bad Boy, as the crowd gave small cheers for the fact that this match wasn't over yet.

That was the mistake of all young wrestlers: assumptions. Renegade expected a shot to the head, and was almost sure of it, until his exposed ribs were punished by Bad Boy's boot again. Young hunched over and covered his ribs with his left arm, sitting on the middle rope wincing in pain.

Young was taken away from his sitting position on the ropes and having his damaged ribcage exposed by the torturous abdominal stretch! He yelled in pain, his stomach feeling like he was going to rip in half. It was a maneuver that Renegade knew how to escape, but he was too focused on the pain that his torso had continued to endure.

The more Bad was able to pull on the rope for leverage, the more issues it caused Renegade Young. He had brief shouts of pain, shaking his head in disapproval of this hold. Young had to think quick before the abdominal stretch took a worse toll than it already had. With his free arm, the California Kid went for multiple elbows to the thigh of his opponent.

The first forearm smash into Renegade's rib cage was enough to make him drop to all fours. He was at the mercy of Bad Boy's will, and the stiff shots by Bad Boy had only added to the stolen red and purple bruise on the left side of Young's rib cage. With every coordinated strike by Bad Boy, Renegade's chances looked more dim than before.