Kenny was all ready to brush himself off and move on, but this guy's not going to make it easy for him now. He's barely taken a step as the other boy falls back before a set of fingers wrap around a thick section of fabric and yank him down.

He's kind of flailing now, some garbled muffled noise escaping him as he kicks out with his skinny legs, hoping to connect... somewhere. Anywhere. Gary's face, his arm, his balls again, whatever. One wildly grasping hand seeks purchase on the top of his head, likely grabbing a fistful of the guy's hair in the process, before Kenny proceeds to make a grab for one of the ropes. Kicking and shrieking all the while.

"FUCK. YOU!!"