Chapter 172 Wrestling, With A Crazy Fetish:>Ep39

• Tyson was still in the middle of the ring. Pretending to be choked out. The arena workers ushered people toward the exits and Tyson wasn't moving at all. A group of medical personnel arrived with a stretcher and did what they could to get Tyson onto it. Job completed, the strolled him to the side of the ramp and into the backstage area. Clear of the crowd Tyson was freed of the stretcher and rushed towards me. We shook each other's hand, followed by a friendly embrace over a job well done. Finally we rejoined the others and got on with our night.
• The next several weeks featured a lot of back and forth action. One week my friends and I would get the better of Tyson and his crew. The next, the opposite would happen. Numerous tag matches took place between our two teams. Barely any of them had a pure finish. Most nights would end with all of us spilling into the crowd and both teams being disqualified. No finite winners or losers. The singles matches were a different story. Each of us took turns facing members of the opposing teams. Those matches ended properly. We won some. They won some. All of it meant to build toward the coming pay-per-view.
• The last television programming before the event was designed to be really emotional for the fans. To make them worry. To make them feel doubt. It may not have been the best executed plan. All that buildup only for nothing to pay off. But overall it seemed like a good idea.