Post by kaster on Nov 25, 2023 8:19:35 GMT
A quiet November evening. The dark sky is dotted with stars and punctuated by the moon. The streets of Boston are empty while most families are inside, enjoying dinner. For a majority of people, it’s time for giving thanks and being with loved ones. For Tyson Everest, it’s a lonely walk through the neighborhood.
Nothing can beat the hype towards a pay-per-view, but it pains him to not be with family. He loves being there for his parents, his grandparents, anyone who shares his blood.
Now, there are two people that want to spill his blood. Talk about being thankful.
Moments later, he’s in a parking lot, sitting on the hood of a car. He rests his chin onto his hands.
“Survival of the Fittest… it’s the truth. Only the fittest are gonna survive. We knew that. That’s the game we got ourselves into. From day one, I’ve been survivin’. Had to survive some bad, bad people. Some nasty places. Dark places. But now I’m here. Still survivin’. I’m out here with my brother in arms, doing everything I ever wanted to do in life. I get to travel the world, meet new people and wrestle for crowds nearly every week. But you wanna know something?”
“It just ain’t enough.”
“I appreciate everything I’ve been given. The IWF gave me and Charlie a home. We brought the talent, they brought the money. And we appreciate that. But it ain’t ever been about money. It’s all about being the best team in the world. About a year ago, we had the chance to prove we were the best team in the world. Yeah, man… we coulda had it. But my leg gave out. My body quit on me. I woulda kept fightin’ but… Charlie did the right thing. He saved me from myself. I woulda never thrown that towel in ‘cause I don’t think I can live with that. Givin’ up and everything. So we had our chance and I blew it. Had to go away for a while and fix up my leg. Charlie went on a tear, man. Like something in him got unleashed.”
“Not gonna lie, felt like I was only holding him back.”
“And when you’re sittin’ up in that hospital bed, it ain’t the physical pain that gets you. Nah, it’s that mental pain. The doubt. The uncertainty. The self-pity. It hurts a lot worse than getting your ACL torn up.”
Tyson shakes his head, as if he were trying to push those thoughts away.
“So when we were both out, Charlie was the one who kept me up. He had me pushing myself beyond anything I thought I could do. The man’s a legend. We helped each other through some of the toughest times in our lives. We’ve got a friendship that can’t be broken. We can’t be broken. So when guys like Stephen Terrella think they can walk all over us…”
He smiles and clasps his hands behind his head.
“It just makes me laugh. Him and the Black Widow, they’ve got a lot of nerve thinkin’ that they can keep doing a hit-and-run on us. But I taught that stupid son of a bitch a valuable lesson. You can never underestimate me. They keep using the numbers to beat us down. They wanna play dirty. Man, that’s fine with me. Where I come from, fighting dirty was like learning to ride a bike. Once you get the hang of it, it doesn't ever leave you. That’s why we wanted the tornado tag match. No rules, only a fight. We asked y’all for a fight before, but you just bitched out and waited. We’ve waited too damn long for this. Last year at Survival of the Fittest, I got put out. Now?”
“I’m jumpin’ right back in and making sure that y’all don’t survive.”
“Terrella, I keep tellin’ you, bro, you made it personal when you tried to take out Charlie. That’s why I beat your ass at Odyssey. I showed you that it only takes three seconds for somebody to humble a King. And then what? You used your girl and your friend to beat me down. You think you’re some sort of tough guy for that? Nah, you don’t know what it means to be tough. It certainly ain’t hiding behind people and actin’ like you’re big and bad. Tough means getting back up when you get knocked down. That’s what we do. We don’t gotta announce to everyone that we’re tough, they just see it. Meanwhile, you gotta get your girl to tell everybody how much of a man you are. That don’t sound so tough to me. I already beat you once, so I’ll play your games. You bend the rules so much that we don’t need ‘em anymore. It’ll just be me and Charlie giving you the beating you deserve. We found out on Odyssey that you can’t keep up with me, so when we add Charlie to mix, I don’t think your meathead ass stands a chance!”
“You say you’re gonna kill the Kings of Flight, but the only thing that’s dying on Sunday is your ego.”
“Then, I got to be face-to-face with the Black Widow. You misted me and it hurt like hell. Blindsided me with that shit. That’s what y’all are good at. Blindsiding people. You know you can’t take them straight up, so you gotta sneak attack them. Now, I don’t really know what your deal is, girl, but since you decided to hitch up to the Terrella circus show, you’ve officially achieved clown status. It don’t help that you look like every Tinder woman I swiped left on. When we came back and looked Terrella square in the eye, askin’ him for a fight, we thought we were gonna get him and Alexandra Calaway. But now, turns out we're gonna be fighting you? Kind of a letdown. You can stand there and be all Wednesday Addams, but you got nothing I haven’t seen before. What, you gonna tell me you like the brutality and the pain? Something about that excites you? Man, it excites me, too. Not because I love the pain, but because it means I get to inflict pain on two people that are more than worthy of it. You’re gonna have to try harder than some stupid black mist to get rid of me, girl.”
“No matter what you do, it’s nothing compared to what I’ve gone through.”
“We don’t care about fighting an intergender team. I would say that we want the best from both the men’s and women’s divisions, but I don’t think we even got that. All we got is some jock and some goth, kinda like the Breakfast Club out here! And I hope the more I talk, the more I piss y’all off. You can see how it feels to be treated like you’re nothing. Don’t worry, though, you two are still something to us. You’re the reason we get up and hit the gym every day. The reason I chose to go away from my family for Thanksgiving. The reason that we keep pushing ourselves to be better than the last time you saw us! It’s ‘cause we want to be ready to stomp you, maim you and make you feel every last bit of pain that I felt as I was sittin’ in that hospital room and wondering if my career was over!”
“So thanks to you. Thanks for making me realize that as long as assholes like you exist, we got more than enough motivation to keep going.”
“You wanted to take this to the next level. Talk about killin’ us and shit. Well, you’re finally right about something. Because you will have to kill us to have any chance of beating us on Sunday. But you won’t, ‘cause Kings never die, baby! So spend some time with your families. Hug ‘em, tell ‘em you miss ‘em, hold ‘em tight. They know they won’t see you the same ever again. You know why? Only the fittest can survive. And the fittest are the ones who will take every risk imaginable in order to take the competition out.”
“That’s what we do.”
“That's why we the fittest.”
“That’s why we the Kings.”
The headlights of another car washes Tyson in bright light. He shields his eyes before looking through his fingers. Once he catches a glimpse, he smirks.
“I just got back from the gym! You want to grab some dinner?”
“Yeah, man. Lemme get my stuff real quick…”
Maybe it wouldn’t be a lonely Thanksgiving after all.
Nothing can beat the hype towards a pay-per-view, but it pains him to not be with family. He loves being there for his parents, his grandparents, anyone who shares his blood.
Now, there are two people that want to spill his blood. Talk about being thankful.
Moments later, he’s in a parking lot, sitting on the hood of a car. He rests his chin onto his hands.
“Survival of the Fittest… it’s the truth. Only the fittest are gonna survive. We knew that. That’s the game we got ourselves into. From day one, I’ve been survivin’. Had to survive some bad, bad people. Some nasty places. Dark places. But now I’m here. Still survivin’. I’m out here with my brother in arms, doing everything I ever wanted to do in life. I get to travel the world, meet new people and wrestle for crowds nearly every week. But you wanna know something?”
“It just ain’t enough.”
“I appreciate everything I’ve been given. The IWF gave me and Charlie a home. We brought the talent, they brought the money. And we appreciate that. But it ain’t ever been about money. It’s all about being the best team in the world. About a year ago, we had the chance to prove we were the best team in the world. Yeah, man… we coulda had it. But my leg gave out. My body quit on me. I woulda kept fightin’ but… Charlie did the right thing. He saved me from myself. I woulda never thrown that towel in ‘cause I don’t think I can live with that. Givin’ up and everything. So we had our chance and I blew it. Had to go away for a while and fix up my leg. Charlie went on a tear, man. Like something in him got unleashed.”
“Not gonna lie, felt like I was only holding him back.”
“And when you’re sittin’ up in that hospital bed, it ain’t the physical pain that gets you. Nah, it’s that mental pain. The doubt. The uncertainty. The self-pity. It hurts a lot worse than getting your ACL torn up.”
Tyson shakes his head, as if he were trying to push those thoughts away.
“So when we were both out, Charlie was the one who kept me up. He had me pushing myself beyond anything I thought I could do. The man’s a legend. We helped each other through some of the toughest times in our lives. We’ve got a friendship that can’t be broken. We can’t be broken. So when guys like Stephen Terrella think they can walk all over us…”
He smiles and clasps his hands behind his head.
“It just makes me laugh. Him and the Black Widow, they’ve got a lot of nerve thinkin’ that they can keep doing a hit-and-run on us. But I taught that stupid son of a bitch a valuable lesson. You can never underestimate me. They keep using the numbers to beat us down. They wanna play dirty. Man, that’s fine with me. Where I come from, fighting dirty was like learning to ride a bike. Once you get the hang of it, it doesn't ever leave you. That’s why we wanted the tornado tag match. No rules, only a fight. We asked y’all for a fight before, but you just bitched out and waited. We’ve waited too damn long for this. Last year at Survival of the Fittest, I got put out. Now?”
“I’m jumpin’ right back in and making sure that y’all don’t survive.”
“Terrella, I keep tellin’ you, bro, you made it personal when you tried to take out Charlie. That’s why I beat your ass at Odyssey. I showed you that it only takes three seconds for somebody to humble a King. And then what? You used your girl and your friend to beat me down. You think you’re some sort of tough guy for that? Nah, you don’t know what it means to be tough. It certainly ain’t hiding behind people and actin’ like you’re big and bad. Tough means getting back up when you get knocked down. That’s what we do. We don’t gotta announce to everyone that we’re tough, they just see it. Meanwhile, you gotta get your girl to tell everybody how much of a man you are. That don’t sound so tough to me. I already beat you once, so I’ll play your games. You bend the rules so much that we don’t need ‘em anymore. It’ll just be me and Charlie giving you the beating you deserve. We found out on Odyssey that you can’t keep up with me, so when we add Charlie to mix, I don’t think your meathead ass stands a chance!”
“You say you’re gonna kill the Kings of Flight, but the only thing that’s dying on Sunday is your ego.”
“Then, I got to be face-to-face with the Black Widow. You misted me and it hurt like hell. Blindsided me with that shit. That’s what y’all are good at. Blindsiding people. You know you can’t take them straight up, so you gotta sneak attack them. Now, I don’t really know what your deal is, girl, but since you decided to hitch up to the Terrella circus show, you’ve officially achieved clown status. It don’t help that you look like every Tinder woman I swiped left on. When we came back and looked Terrella square in the eye, askin’ him for a fight, we thought we were gonna get him and Alexandra Calaway. But now, turns out we're gonna be fighting you? Kind of a letdown. You can stand there and be all Wednesday Addams, but you got nothing I haven’t seen before. What, you gonna tell me you like the brutality and the pain? Something about that excites you? Man, it excites me, too. Not because I love the pain, but because it means I get to inflict pain on two people that are more than worthy of it. You’re gonna have to try harder than some stupid black mist to get rid of me, girl.”
“No matter what you do, it’s nothing compared to what I’ve gone through.”
“We don’t care about fighting an intergender team. I would say that we want the best from both the men’s and women’s divisions, but I don’t think we even got that. All we got is some jock and some goth, kinda like the Breakfast Club out here! And I hope the more I talk, the more I piss y’all off. You can see how it feels to be treated like you’re nothing. Don’t worry, though, you two are still something to us. You’re the reason we get up and hit the gym every day. The reason I chose to go away from my family for Thanksgiving. The reason that we keep pushing ourselves to be better than the last time you saw us! It’s ‘cause we want to be ready to stomp you, maim you and make you feel every last bit of pain that I felt as I was sittin’ in that hospital room and wondering if my career was over!”
“So thanks to you. Thanks for making me realize that as long as assholes like you exist, we got more than enough motivation to keep going.”
“You wanted to take this to the next level. Talk about killin’ us and shit. Well, you’re finally right about something. Because you will have to kill us to have any chance of beating us on Sunday. But you won’t, ‘cause Kings never die, baby! So spend some time with your families. Hug ‘em, tell ‘em you miss ‘em, hold ‘em tight. They know they won’t see you the same ever again. You know why? Only the fittest can survive. And the fittest are the ones who will take every risk imaginable in order to take the competition out.”
“That’s what we do.”
“That's why we the fittest.”
“That’s why we the Kings.”
The headlights of another car washes Tyson in bright light. He shields his eyes before looking through his fingers. Once he catches a glimpse, he smirks.
“I just got back from the gym! You want to grab some dinner?”
“Yeah, man. Lemme get my stuff real quick…”
Maybe it wouldn’t be a lonely Thanksgiving after all.
Well howdy there pardner.