The past three days saw Tyson and Oliver engrossed in grueling training sessions that tested their endurance, skill, and mental toughness. The gym was filled with the sounds of gloves hitting bags, feet shuffling on the canvas, and the intermittent encouragement from trainers. They trained as if the weight of their futures depended on it, because, in many ways, it did.
On the fourth day, just around noon, Tyson's phone lit up with a call from Jimmy, his manager.
"Mike, we've got news. The WBC has officially assigned you an opponent for your next fight, and we'll be taking this one away," Jimmy said, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his voice.
"Of course, I'm ready to face whatever challenge they throw at me," Tyson replied, his determination unwavering.
"Great to hear that, but let's be realistic. Bill and I are currently collecting audio and video footage on your opponent. It might take a bit of time, so expect me to have updates in a couple of days," Jimmy explained.
With that, Tyson hung up, his mind already racing back to training. He couldn't afford to lose focus even for a second.
Two days later, sure enough, Jimmy and Bill arrived at the training hall, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. After customary greetings, Jimmy pulled out a check and financial documentation that detailed the earnings from the Brooklyn bout.
"Mike, here's your compensation. Austin has completed the wire transfer, and we've already deducted our share." Jimmy's expression was serious as he handed over the check.
Tyson accepted it, glancing at the figure—$15,876. He quickly skimmed the financial breakdown, which was meticulously laid out. Bank seals and signatures from Austin and Jimmy added to the authenticity of the document, lending a sense of professionalism to their endeavors. With a satisfied nod, he tucked both the check and the report into his pocket.
Then Jimmy shifted gears, revealing what they had learned about Tyson's new opponent. "Your challenger is Henry Becky from Albany. He's currently on a perfect twelve-fight winning streak, and not a single opponent has made it to the final bell against him. He's looking to accumulate enough points to challenge for a world ranking by the end of the year. I can't shake the feeling that the WBC is setting us up for a tough match here."
Tyson studied the video files handed over by Jimmy, letting the information sink in. "My style has garnered attention from the media and the public. This has definitely put some pressure on the WBC; they might think sending me into the ring with a tough opponent will keep me humble. But I don't care who they put in front of me—I'll fight anyone," he declared confidently.
The mixed responses Tyson drew from the public—fervent supporters and staunch critics alike—often created friction with organizations like the WBC. They were under pressure to maintain a certain decorum in the sport, and Tyson's brash persona did not help. Yet, he recognized that every obstacle could be an opportunity in disguise. Gaining the WBC's attention was a sign he was on the right path.
Jimmy's concerns were evident as he looked at Tyson. "This pairing was intentional, and fighting away from home presents all sorts of challenges. Can you truly withstand it? Most boxers need more than three months of experience to handle someone like Becky."
Bill chimed in, "Exactly, Mike. This isn't only about you. We should reconsider your career strategy. If needed, we can decline this fight, or we could arrange for another opponent. We have the option to minimize the risk you're undertaking."
Tyson understood Bill's instinct to protect his investment, a natural response for anyone in his position. But he couldn't allow fear to dictate his choices, especially at this crucial point in his career. He wasn't just fighting for himself; he was also fighting for everyone who believed in him.
"Look, Bill, I appreciate the concern, but this is part of the journey. I respect your work in managing my career, but I'm ready to face any opponent the WBC sends my way. Until they can't find anyone, I won't back down," Tyson asserted, an unyielding steel in his voice.
Both Jimmy and Bill exchanged glances, recognizing Tyson's resolve. They understood he wouldn't budge, and all they could do was finalize the preparations for the next fight.
After their discussion concluded, Tyson returned to the training room, grabbing a few of the video tapes to study Henry's fight style more carefully.
As he watched, it became clear that Henry fought with a classic, aggressive Mexican style, displaying consistent footwork and a remarkable ability to dodge and weave. Unlike many fighters who relied heavily on blocks, Henry demonstrated a propensity to evade strikes while delivering powerful counterattacks. Most of his fights showcased high-volume striking; he often initiated exchanges, showcasing a combination of tenacity and stamina that people paid good money to see. Tyson respected that kind of approach; it was all or nothing and made for electrifying boxing.
However, Tyson was aware that fighters with Henry's style often possess a significant flaw. They tend to struggle against those who can control the pace and rhythm of a fight, breaking their momentum and creating openings for counterattacks. As intense as Henry's style was, Tyson knew he could exploit any lapses in his defense.
After contemplating his upcoming battle, Tyson shut off the TV and turned back to his training session. He had no time to waste dwelling on future opponents—he had to focus on cementing his skills further.
Meanwhile, Oliver was hitting his stride. The younger fighter had shown incredible promise, his training moving into a well-structured rhythm. Even as he made adjustments, it was clear he was still striving to smooth out his technique.
Despite his hard work, Oliver struggled to keep up with Tyson's relentless pace. Watching Tyson train with such ferocity was both motivating and daunting.
Then, reality set in after just one grueling day of trying to match Tyson's intensity; Oliver found himself forced to take a step back and reevaluate.
"This is too much," he thought to himself, exhausted from the sheer volume of training.
Oliver had always believed in his talent and commitment, but now, after witnessing Tyson's unwavering dedication, he realized the gap in their capabilities wasn't something mere hard work alone could bridge.
In a moment of introspection, Oliver recognized that Tyson was operating on another level altogether. The expectations felt sky-high, and while he worked to keep pace with Tyson, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever reach that pinnacle of achievement.
Determined to improve, Oliver decided he would still increase his training duration, convinced that if he pushed himself just right, he might one day inch closer to matching Tyson's prowess.
Later that Saturday evening, as Tyson focused intently on his training, Jimmy drove over to discuss the upcoming fight arrangements.
"Mike, we've gone over the details, but honestly, the salary is somewhat disappointing," Jimmy said, his expression betraying his anticipation.
Tyson anticipated this. He knew the stakes wouldn't yield the highest financial returns since it was an away bout, particularly one that fell under a points system. Big bucks were reserved for televised events or title shots.
"Look, I'm not concerned about the money. What matters to me is how significant this fight is—are we getting any media coverage?" Tyson said, emphasizing his desire for visibility.
Jimmy shook his head, signaling the disappointing reality. "No major networks are broadcasting this fight. It's being held in a small venue with a limited audience; we're likely looking at fewer than a thousand fans in attendance."
For Tyson, this wasn't what he had envisioned. "Without media coverage and visibility, it feels like this fight is nothing more than a footnote in my career. We've got to do better than this!"
After a moment of thought, he exclaimed, "If the media isn't involved, let's coordinate with local outlets and build a buzz around the fight ourselves! We can create a narrative that hooks in the community. Get the locals excited; that'll drive attendance and engagement!"
Jimmy hesitated, contemplating the practicality of Tyson's suggestion. "How do you plan to promote this?"
Tyson's eyes lit up as his creative mind began to work. "Let's reach out to local sports journalists, do a few interviews, hit some radio shows, and create promotional content that captures the excitement leading up to the fight. We can establish a narrative that positions this fight as a must-see event, even if it's in a smaller venue."
Jimmy could see Tyson's passion and energy. While it might be a challenge, creating local buzz around the matchup could indeed elevate its significance. "Alright, Mike, let's brainstorm some ideas and see who we can get on board. If you believe we can turn this into an event, I'm behind you all the way."
Tyson nodded, feeling a spark of determination igniting within him. This fight was more than just another match—it was an opportunity to demonstrate his abilities, make a statement, and potentially reshape the way he was perceived in the boxing world.
As they continued to outline their strategy, Tyson couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the cusp of something bigger than himself—something that could change the trajectory of his career. The ring awaited, and he was ready to step up and seize the moment, letting nothing stand in his way.