'Hmmm, an interesting development here.'Those were the immortal words emitted from the mouth of Tyler Evans. It's funny how life works. Sometimes you win, at other times you lose, and at still other time...stalemate. A dark, lonely, swirling place of hypnotists, where the mind exists only as a shadow and copy of what exists in the world. Sometimes we see that point, and other times, we simply die.
The trophies littered the floor of Tyler Evans' living room, the living room where he had sat and played the video games, and where he had played the mind games. Well, he had attempted to play mind games of course, but it was to no avail, for if it had been, perhaps he'd have been the sole victor Friday night. Yet alas, he was not. His first match would forever be remembered as a draw. Following this knowledge, what would his legacy be?
Fumes seemed to emit from Evans' head, a beam driving a burning whole into the back of his head, which was otherwise quite calm and collective. Evans pressed a finger to his temple, contemplating his thoughts. Sometimes, when that occurs, nothing pours out, but in one fleeting motion, a whirlwind of ideas came into Evans' head. He leaned back in his chair, wincing in agony as the blood, caused by the shards of glass rammed into his back last week on Warfare. Occasionally, blood would gush from the wounds in his back and on his forearms, but for the most part, aside from that and the occasional scream, the pain seemed quite benign. He gave a weak smile and leaned forward, staring across the room at his television set, which was turned off.
'A most interesting development indeed.'
Evans gave a cocky smile, dignifying himself proudly. He knew for ages he would be the best, yet when he had gotten a chance to prove his supremacy, he had failed. He would, however, obtain redemption. 'Tag teams,' he whispered softly. 'I never was much for them, you know? Shame I'm going to have no choice this week.' He arched his back slightly, gnawing at it with his sweaty palms, attempting to burn away the itch that crawled through him every hour on the hour now. He could, however, do nothing.
'Oh well,' he complied, giving up on removing the burns that tore through him like the bite of a rattlesnake. 'That's not as important, because as important as it is for me to win that tournament and become one half of the SUPREME Tag Team Champions, there is still something even greater.' A wisp of steam blew by, signifying something, yet what? Was it merely that Tyler Evans had gotten out of the shower? Perhaps. However, let us know now that the wisp of steam could also be an omen and a warning. Evans let the wisp draw past him, and as it did, he took no notice of it, even as it brushed up against him, caressing his lips with its gentle warmth. He knocked the steam away and went on to say, 'The American Championship.'
The pain continued to jab at him forcefully, but he gave a wincing smile as he picked up the television remote and flipped on the television. He began to surf through channels slowly, ever so meticulously picking the stations apart, one by one, and one after the other. 'RaZ, let's understand something here, my little adversary.' He slammed the remote down, and a flap of long, black hair swung into his eyes. He got rid of it and went on. 'I may be one cocky son of a bitch, but maybe now you see why.'
'Then again,' he said calmly, propping his legs up on the coffee table as a foot rest, 'I told you I can do it all. I told you I can be cocky, maniacal, a cerebral assassin, a monster, a gangster, I can do it all, RaZ! And guess what? That's what makes me invincible! Because I am the best at what I do, and I do everything!' Evans laughed maniacally in his chair, leaving behind the pain in his back he had felt once before. In between his laughs, he spat into the face of his television, 'RaZ, you can't beat me! Hahahahahahahaha!'
Then again, Evans was back to a state of solemn wake. He was alive, motionless, and speechless yet again. A soft voice rang throughout the house. 'RaZ, understand something, and understand it well. I can and WILL play it all. So beat me in the ring, and give me a reason to be humble, as only I can.'
BLACKOUT.
Chess Games With the Mind: Evans the Invincible (1/4)