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Woop woop! Thats the sound of da police!
Woop woop! Thats the sound of da beast!
Woop woop! Thats the sound of da police!
Woop woop! Thats the sound of da beast!

The silhouette of Renegade Young stood in front of blue and red strobe lights, per his usual entrance. To his side was a briefcase clenched tightly in his hand. Most people had known this by now, but commentary had made it clear to the fans at home that this was not the Money in the Bank briefcase. That was in an ongoing custody battle with the California Kid and the Dream. Being the new kid on the block, Young had already defeated seasoned veterans in his short term as a WWF superstar, but his mind was heavy. Thoughts of his upcoming PPV match, plans he had glorified if he emerged victorious, and the confusion that had came with Relinquished and his ominous presence last week. All of this had left him somewhat unprepared for the drunken fighting style of Mikey McKay.

Renegade emerged from the top of the ramp and walked into a spotlight, where he was met with overwhelming cheers. His personality growing and the multiple storylines surrounding him had made his interest among fans take a snowball effect since his debut. Surely it would come to a halt if McKay had anything to say about it. This time down the ramp, he did not have his California flag. He seemed as though he was lacking enthusiasm. Renegade was so worried about the future ahead that he might have left himself in a vulnerable position for an upset. He had to get his head in the moment and fast.

Without any taunts or theatrics, Young hopped onto the apron and climbed into the ring before handing his $20 briefcase to the referee. With that, he backed into his corner and eyed the competition before the sound of the bell.

Too often in recent history, matches had began with Renegade taking shoulder after shoulder into his midsection. Surely Mikey didnt realize that, but neither was Young too apt on his preparation after all. He had wanted to take the match slow but the hungry fighting Irishman would never allow that. The California Kid was shoved into the corner by a weight much greater than his, and he was punished by the strength of his opponent. The referee began counting to five as Young clenched the top ropes to keep balance and not let the onslaught persist.

Young saw another attack coming, and even though the boot was a surprise, a strike towards his face was forseen. It was the philosophy of getting every body part bruised before focusing on one. Renegade looked to dodge the boot by quickly movinf to the right of McKay. He would try to turn the big Irishman around and go for repetitive chops to the chest.