Supporters from Home

Of course, the success of this event heavily relies on its own media operations to spotlight every compelling aspect of the match, creating an eternal buzz around it that captivates boxing enthusiasts across the nation.

Isn't Henry's record unblemished?

Is Tyson still riding the wave of victory without ever facing defeat?

The title of this sensational event is "All Wins vs. Undefeated." In this much-anticipated clash, two titans will face off, each representing the pinnacle of American boxing excellence.

Both fighters exhibit a gritty, hard-nosed style showcasing raw power, evoking the spirit of old-school boxing. The stakes couldn't be higher, with both men holding impressive records, and this anticipation feels electric, almost palpable.

"Someone's going to hit the mat tonight!"

Promoting this spectacle requires bold moves, and it's clear that action equals investment.

Without any hesitation, Tyson whipped out a check for Jimmy, who had previously provided him with fifty thousand dollars.

"Let our media get the word out. We'll stick to the usual newspaper sales, charging only for expenses at first. If ticket sales don't meet our expectations, we won't charge for delivery. Plus, you and Bill should reach out to our sponsors and see if we can get a couple of local radio stations onboard to broadcast the fight. If that falls through, I'm sure Austin will have a few tricks up his sleeve."

Jimmy felt the pressure of the fifty thousand dollars weighing on him.

It dawned on him that while this figure felt substantial, it might not cover the extensive promotional efforts needed to elevate the event.

Tyson, reading his partner's apprehensive demeanor, gave Jimmy a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "If you find the money isn't enough, just let me know."

"No worries," Jimmy replied with a grin. "We're the promoters here, after all. It's our duty to invest in the spotlight that these fighters deserve. Can't back down now."

Taking the check firmly in hand, Jimmy left the office, contemplating whether he might need to personally invest in his well-being instead.

As Tyson watched him walk away, he chuckled softly and hopped into his car, heading home.

When he arrived, he found Kus watering the vibrant roses in their garden.

Tyson sauntered over, seized the shears, and carefully selected a few of the most magnificent blooms to take inside.

Kus turned, snapping, "Hey, what do you think you're doing, you big oaf? Keep your hands off my flowers!"

Clearly, it was one of those days for the old man.

After collecting the roses, Tyson returned to Kus and said, "Carmel would love these in her room, trust me."

Kus stood momentarily speechless, rather taken aback.

Carmel, the most significant person in Tyson's world, though their relationship remained officially unsealed as they were not yet married.

With Camille off running errands, Tyson took the liberty of arranging the stunning roses in a vase, adding a touch of nature's beauty to their home.

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The next morning, the buzz around the event escalated when newsstands throughout Albany and the surrounding towns were flooded with copies of the latest sports newspapers.

The event sponsor took a deep breath, counting on the media coverage to draw an enthusiastic crowd and sell out the venue in record time.

He kicked himself mentally, regretting not opting for a larger arena when he realized that the local press coverage was feeding excitement. If he had known about this media push, he might have chosen a venue that could accommodate many more fans and capitalize on what seemed like an incredible opportunity.

Selling tickets for a modestly sized arena offered minimal profits, and should ticket sales falter, he knew he would be digging into his own pockets. The decision to play it safe with a smaller venue now felt like a significant miscalculation.

The media outreach proved effective; news of the fight spread rapidly, and nearly every resident in the surrounding areas knew that Albany was ready to host an explosive boxing match.

The sponsor felt confident that ticket sales wouldn't be an issue anymore, so he decided against organizing extra promotional events.

However, Jimmy encountered challenges while trying to connect with potential broadcast media. Despite the hype surrounding the impending matchup, local radio stations remained unresponsive to the prospect of covering an event with only one thousand seats.

Jimmy, feeling cornered, turned to Austin, knowing he was a valuable asset in their corner, particularly in tricky situations.

Austin, with his natural knack for networking, leaped into action. Upon hearing this project was driven by Tyson, he quickly reached out to a radio station he had previously collaborated with.

The manager of the station, well-acquainted with Austin and his work ethic, readily agreed to cover the fight, recognizing the potential significance of the event.

Next, Jimmy and Bill shifted gears to pursue a deal with a local television network. They sought to negotiate a possible revenue-sharing arrangement based on listener ratings. Since the local radio station was supported by big-name sponsors, substantial audience engagement could yield dividends for a successful broadcast—though they anticipated these amounts to be modest, likely in the range of one to two thousand dollars. Still, considering the stakes, Jimmy and Bill approached the negotiations with the utmost caution.

Once everything was set in place, Jimmy eagerly reached out to the event sponsor, bubbling with excitement.

"This is going to be a game-changer, boosting the visibility of the fight significantly!"

The sponsor, brimming with enthusiasm himself, wasted no time agreeing. He communicated that they could indeed set up a live broadcast from the venue, clearing a prime spot for the radio station's reporter.

Having solidified all arrangements, Tuesday dawned, with mere days remaining before the anticipated event.

Tyson was relentless in his training routine, undeterred by distractions. Notably, his training partner Oliver had made impressive strides, successfully lasting through four full rounds of rigorous practice with Tyson, all while ensuring he donned protective gear.

As Friday rolled around, Tyson, feeling sharp and confident, slipped into a stylish sleeveless leather jacket paired with trendy jeans for the highly anticipated weigh-in ceremony.

This representation marked Tyson's first official away fight, and while earlier matches in Atlantic City felt somewhat neutral, this time, competing in Albany stirred a unique mix of excitement and anxious energy within him.

Tyson maintained his usual composure; however, he noticed that Jimmy and Bill appeared understandably nervous as they made their way to the venue.

This matchup was far more than just another fight. It carried the weight of being sanctioned by the WBC, and a loss could seriously hamper Tyson's career trajectory, jeopardizing their investments—a scenario no one involved wanted to contemplate.

Upon arriving at the weigh-in venue, Tyson met with the event sponsor, a silver-haired gentleman in his sixties named Laurent.

Laurent was enthusiastic about Tyson's participation and grateful for the promotional effort that had ignited local interest in the event, bringing a sense of security regarding ticket sales.

Once inside, they were escorted to a waiting room, and the anticipation heightened as various fighters prepared for their weigh-ins.

Around 3 PM, the ceremony commenced, showcasing six bouts ranging from different weight classes for the evening's already promising schedule.

Tyson and Henry's match was destined to be the main event, scheduled to wrap up the evening.

As the event progressed, representatives from the sports committee meticulously conducted the routine drug testing, a standard procedure for ensuring fair play and athlete health, but we won't delve into the details here.

By around 4 o'clock, a staff member approached with an announcement.

"Mike Tyson, it's your turn to weigh in."

As Tyson stepped forward into the bright lights of the weigh-in stage, he felt a surge of mixed emotions wash over him.

The instant he entered, the energy was electric; the applause that erupted was louder than he had expected—though there was a slight undercurrent of hesitation in their cheers.

Tyson scanned the room, instinctively reading the vibe of the crowd. He quickly recognized a familiar faction, those cheering for him were, in fact, his loyal supporters who had traveled all the way from Brooklyn.

Their presence and encouragement struck a chord deep within him, evoking a profound sense of gratitude.

They were a spirited bunch, a group of friends, family, and fans who believed in him.

As the crowd split into two distinct groups, one side erupted in cheers for their hometown hero, Henry, while the other gave fervent support to the stalwart Brooklyn fighter, Tyson.

Despite the overwhelming presence of Albany locals rooting for their boxer, it was clear that Tyson's fans were fiercely loyal and determined to ensure he felt supported. This moment solidified their bond, proving that, no matter the distance, home is where the heart—and the supporters—truly lie.

The excitement for the match built to a fever pitch as Tyson prepared himself mentally for the fight of a lifetime, knowing that he had not just his training, but a legion of devoted fans standing beside him, ready to cheer him on as he stepped into the ring once more.