Purposely arranged opponent

What was the strong performance in the early days?

The parallels in the points competition are more significant than one might expect. The anticipation surrounding a potential twenty-game winning streak has genuinely reshaped rankings—this kind of achievement is rare and often creates ripples throughout the sport.

However, that doesn't add much to the outlook, especially given Tyson's relatively compact stature. Many feel he may struggle against fierce competitors who appear physically dominant.

This skepticism is precisely why Charles, an industry veteran, expressed doubt about Tyson's long-term prospects.

"We need your help, Charles," Jimmy insisted, a sense of urgency in his voice. "This upcoming fight is critical for our future. If you can assist in getting this broadcast out there, I assure you we're open to negotiation."

When Jimmy mentioned "negotiation," he meant they could offer financial compensation to Charles, hoping to secure his support for publicizing the fight.

Charles, exuding an air of finality, replied, "Not a chance! The risk here is too great. If the fight doesn't live up to the hype, those corporate sponsors aren't going to take it lightly. They'll hold me accountable, and I refuse to jeopardize my standing over this."

Despite all efforts, Charles remained unmoved. Frustrated, Jimmy and Bill finally relayed the grim news to Tyson.

"Just wait for me in Atlantic City," Tyson instructed, determination lacing his words. "I'll catch a flight there tomorrow."

After hanging up, he began methodically preparing for the journey ahead.

"Things are looking rough in Atlantic City; I really have to go there," he told Kus, a loyal supporter.

Kus didn't hesitate to voice his displeasure, stating, "Charles is one short-sighted bonehead. He's missing out on an opportunity, that's for sure."

The next morning, Tyson had Teddy drive him to the airport, and soon he was off to Atlantic City, a revered destination in boxing circles known for its vibrant fight scene.

When he arrived, Jimmy and Bill awaited him at the terminal, eager to brief him on the latest developments.

As Tyson emerged from the gate with a light, determined stride, Jimmy wasted no time. "Mike, we've got a problem; Charles isn't optimistic about this fight at all."

Tyson considered this for a moment before posing a key question: "Does he have an issue with the fight itself, or is it personal against me?"

Jimmy, not one to mince words, stated bluntly, "It's a bit of both, honestly."

Tyson cracked a smile, appreciating the candor. "I can respect the honesty. However, we still need him on our side. Let's give him another shot at this."

Acting quickly, Jimmy called Charles to arrange a meeting at their hotel.

"Wow, Mike Tyson, welcome to Atlantic City!" Charles greeted with exaggerated enthusiasm, clearly overcompensating.

After exchanging polite greetings, Tyson cut to the chase. "Mr. Charles, I don't think you fully realize my strength. I assure you, wherever I fight, it becomes a classic event. This media broadcast isn't just an obligation; it's an opportunity for you. Once the fight concludes, you'll recognize how wise your decision was."

Charles, however, remained nonplussed. "Mike, let's be clear: this isn't going to work. I'm not stupid! Without a broadcast, I face no repercussions. If I take the gamble on this broadcast, I'm putting myself on the line. I can't afford that."

Despite Tyson's best efforts to sway him, Charles remained unmoved, and the meeting concluded without any sense of compromise.

Once Charles departed, Tyson, Jimmy, and Bill found themselves deep in thought, contemplating their options.

"Is there any other way forward?" Tyson finally asked, looking for solutions.

Jimmy shook his head. "I'm out of ideas."

"Fine," Tyson said, determination in his eyes. "Let's table this discussion for a couple of days. We need to gather more intel about my opponent. The WBC's arrangement here feels atypical, and we need to brace ourselves for whatever's coming."

...

The task of gathering information was proving tricky for Jimmy and Bill, particularly since their opponent hailed from an obscure boxing scene in a smaller African country. Information was scant, and what little they discovered was sparse.

Days turned into a blur as Tyson channeled his energy into rigorous training at the local gym, embracing Atlantic City's spirited boxing community. He opted to dig deeper into his preparations rather than return to New York, fully immersing himself in the training regimen.

After five grueling days focused on conditioning and honing his skills, Jimmy finally delivered the report on his opponent, complete with a single game tape.

"Are you serious? Just one video?" Tyson expressed disbelief at the lack of material.

Given their backgrounds in reselling boxing footage, Jimmy and Bill were accustomed to having extensive data, but it appeared they had stumbled upon a hidden gem now cloaked in obscurity.

"It's the reality of the African circuit," Jimmy explained. "Most matches happen without proper media coverage. It's challenging to find fighters with the same level of exposure."

With some concerns, Tyson pressed play on the tape, eager to size up his opponent.

What he saw was a tall black fighter, easily standing over six feet. Impressive reach and agility became evident as he deftly maneuvered around the ring. The footage depicted a bout where the fighter showcased remarkable speed, landing jabs and powerful straight punches, ultimately overwhelming his opponent in six rounds.

Tyson analyzed the nimble movements and defensive tactics. "This guy," Tyson murmured to himself, "is no slouch. He's quick on his feet, a real strategist in the ring."

The footage confirmed what Tyson had suspected; Hayden Winifred was a serious contender. The stats revealed even more: at six feet four, with a reach of over six feet seven, he was equipped with a physicality that was hard to ignore. With a record boasting 23 victories, 13 of which were by knockout, Tyson knew he was facing a significant challenge.

Tyson dropped the data sheet onto the desk in frustration, a hint of concern creeping into his expression. "Jimmy, I need to secure a professional training facility and team. How much wiggle room do we have in our budget?"

After calculating the numbers and accounting for recent expenses, Jimmy replied, "Right now, we've managed to keep around 30,000 dollars."

Tyson nodded, pleased. "That should be sufficient for an intensive training camp. Find us a solid venue."

Turning to Bill, he added, "Also, Bill, I want you to withdraw ten thousand dollars to cover additional costs. Have Teddy help out. We need three more training partners to help elevate my sparring sessions. This is the groundwork for what comes next."

Tyson understood that other fighters typically leaned heavily on their teams for operational tasks, but in his mind, this preparation required hands-on involvement. He viewed this as a means to catapult himself into the boxing spotlight more rapidly.

His understanding of the sport's pace was growing; traditional conventions were evolving, and he felt compelled to thrive within this new environment.

Convinced of the impact that his training would have on his future, Tyson set his sights on fully preparing for the battle ahead.

"Let's hope this opponent gives me the challenge I need," he concluded, resolved to break through any barriers standing in his way.

With everything set in motion, Tyson prepared himself mentally and physically for the intense path that lay ahead—one lined with obstacles but also rich in promises of glory and success.