Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything. All characters used are property of the WWE, TNA, or own themselves. This story is completely fictional, and has never nor will ever happen. Sadly. Warning: you know the homophobia in the tags? Yeah. I'd also suggest brushing up on the 2011 TNA roster if you don't know them. The actual champions aren't that important... Here's the next chapter. I hope everyone likes. Sami and Ambreigns will make an appearance here. Chapter Two: *2012* Tyler Black has achieved more than anyone ever thought he would in this industry. He beat Austin Aries at Genesis, January 17th, a month later, for the X Division Championship. They had a feud for the next year, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin popping in half way through. Tyler's never faced Shelley before, but he's matched up with Sabin and Aries a few times in ROH. At Final Resolution, December of 2010, he finally lost to Aries. God damn dirty mother fucker. Hit him between the legs when the ref's back was turned. Ruined his fourteen months of hard work. But Tyler wasn't going to complain. After all, he had a match against TNA World Heavyweight Champion, A.J. Styles, the following Wednesday. They had a series of matches afterwards, trading wins and losses - sometimes they'd end in DQ, but no one for counted out. They're men, and neither is afraid of the other. Running away isn't an option. By the time Victory Road, March thirteen, 2011, came. Tyler was thirsty for that belt. He wanted it so. Fucking. Bad. He could taste it, the metal, on the tip of his tongue. Tyler wanted to make A.J. Styles bleed all over the ring, and take his title. (While he didn't make Styles bleed, he did take that belt.) Now it's February 21st, and he wants the fuck out. He's noticed that since he became champ, and made his heel turn, everyone has a sour attitude towards him. The other heels had one while he was a face, but now that he's on their side they hate him even more. It's not that Tyler gives a fuck, because he doesn't. Why should he care what other people think of him? He's the fucking man, they don't mean shit to him. He can deal with people sneering at him wherever he goes. What's upsetting him is the homophobic slurs his colleagues say to him whenever he walks by them. But that's okay. He's a grown ass man. He can deal with these assholes. He did. Then in November 201, someone spray painted "cocksucker" on his locker room door. Tyler wasn't bullied in school, or any where else for that matter, so he isn't sure how to approach the matter. Deciding to let it go seems like the best idea. Besides, he has a tag match with Kazarian tonight. There's no time for such petty, immature children's game. Then it happens again, and again, and again. Each time there's a new word, a new insult. Last month, December, someone wrote "sucked Styles for his belt" and drew a picture of a dick on one of Tyler's posters. That's when he decided enough was enough, snapped a picture of the bullshit, and made his way to Dixie's office. The reactions he got were mixed. Eric laughed his ass off, his face going red. Dixie's mouth fell open, and they had the most offensive conversation Tyler's ever had. ("You're a faggot?"Dixie ggasps. Tyler frowns. "I take serious offense to that word. That's why I'm here, actually..." Carter looks at the pictures again. "Did you really suck A.J.'s dick for your championship?" "Excuse me?" "'Cause if you did, kudos because A.J. is hot. But we'd have to take it away because we don't accept that kind of unprofessional life style." "I would never do that." Tyler says, his eyebrows raised. "I'm actually insulted you'd even think that." "I'm insulted you didn't tell me you liked cock." Tyler leaves.) After that bullshit, Tyler decided that since his contract is up in three months, he isn't going to resign. But he doesn't go public, not yet. A few days later, he gets a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" "Yes, hello. Is this Tyler Black?" Tyler smiles. Oh, he knows that voice. "Indeed it is." "Good morning, Mr. Black. This is Paul Heyman." "What do I owe the honor of this phone call, Mr. Heyman?" "I noticed that your contract with TNA will expire in April, and I was.. curious as to whether or not you planned on extending." Biting his lip, the Iowan native says quietly, "No. No I'm not." "That's fantastic!" Paul says, his voice full of excitement. "If you're interested, I have a proposition." Leaning on the hotel counter, Tyler breaths out, "I'm all ears." He made the worst mistake of his life by signing with TNA. Bunch of dirty ass, underhanded fucks. But now, he's going to make it all better. (Today, he's heading down to Florida.) ~ *next day* Dean sighs, allowing Sami to pull him into the NXT arena. Roman tags along, an amused spark in his gorgeous eyes. Sami babbles excitedly, practically skipping. All these damn emotions. Finally - finally - they stop not far from the ring. Dean turns to his friend. "Can you tell why you're so fucking happy?" Ambrose asks. Sami bounces up and down. "No, it's a surprise." Roman smirks. "We gotta be here to meet Heyman and our new partner anyways, babe." The brunette growls. "I hate that slimy fuck." "He's our ticket to the WWE, you better play nice." Dean waves his hand as if it didn't matter. He knows it does. Dean needs his job, needs to be a wrestler. He fucked it up with Regal, and he wants to make it right. If that means being nice to Paul Heyman, well.. Sami grabs his arms - tight - and gasps. Dean tries to pry his fingers away. "Dude,what the fuck?!" "Jimmy wasn't lyin', man!" "About what?!" Callihan nods. "Tyler fuckin' Black, that's what." Roman raises his an eyebrow. "Who?" The short man's mouth falls open. "The greatest indy wrestler on the planet!" Dean scrunches his nose. "What's with you and this guy? Got a crush on 'im?" Sami doesnt get a chance to respond because a weasel approaches them, a smirk (that Dean wants to punch off his face) on his face. "Dean, Roman, Mr. Callihan. Great to see you this morning." "You, too, Paul." Roman says with a smile. "We're really excited to meet our third member." "Of course! Let me go get him." Sami pouts, clearly disappointed that he can't see that guy. "Dean, I-" "Gentleman, your new partner. TNA World Heavyweight Champion, Tyler Black."
