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Finally, from what felt like a never-ending commercial break, the WWF logo had appeared in the bottom right corner of television screens in millions (and millions) of the company's fans. In her cute baby blue dress stood the backstage reporter Renee Young. She looked straight into the camera lens . With her typical smirk, she raised the backstage microphone to her lips.

"Please welcome my guest at this time, Renegade Young."

Emerging from the right side of the camera shot came the California Kid. He wasn't too happy apparently, for his demeanor showed no signs of gratitude or relief, although he always covered most his facial expressions with his used pair of Ray Bans. Many fans cheered loudly at the sight of the rising star, and internet marks never went against their favorite indie darlings. At least not within the first few months of their mainstream debut.

"Renegade, in your Wrestlemania debut, you fell down with the Money in the Bank briefcase. However, you weren't the only one to do that. What are your thoughts going forward?"

She raised the microphone to a man who had only spoken once in front of a world wide audience. He would try to make this brief and to the point just like the first time, but Young's mind had been infected with thoughts surrounding the ladder match he just competed in. The bruises all over his chest and face had shown how much winning that contract meant and still means to him.

"Renee... I have a dream. In fact, throughout my entire life, I've had dreams. I used to dream as a kid that I would become a professional wrestler, when I became a professional wrestler I had a dream of making it to the World Wrestling Federation, and when I made it here... I had a dream that I would beat former world champions. All those dreams became goals that I sacrificed my life for, and all those goals came true. In fact, I had this dream last week that I would fall down with the briefcase, and I nearly killed myself to do that. But I didn't fall alone... Cyrus fell with me too. And you're not stupid Renee, you know in this business there's only one way to prove things."

"So Cyrus, I know you're listening. I know you've studied up on me a little more and got a taste of what I could do at Wrestlemania. But add this to your notes: I have proven myself over and over and over again, and when we fight for that Money in the Bank contract, it will be no different. I know you call yourself the dream. But my dreams are a lot different than yours. Your dreams are just nicknames, my dreams are goals. YOUR dreams are an illusion, MY dreams are reality. And inside this briefcase..."

Renegade raised a black briefcase that clearly wasn't holding the Money in the Bank contract. That shiny gold case was in the hands of ownership while these two men were busy figuring it out.

"... is a dream much bigger than yours."

The California Kid walked away from the line of vision and all that could be seen was Renee feeling flabbergasted as usual.