Thomas looked over his fallen opponent. His face was wet with happiness. He had beaten his dad to the point of being unrecognizable. Thomas had crushed his dad's cheek bones and broken his ribs. Thomas smiled over his new victory. Thomas suddenly felt tired. This was strange? When he was fighting life was a rush now…Now he was empty. Thomas started to fill light headed. Slowly he grabbed up his things and headed for the door. The crowed was still cheering behind him. With six hits Thomas had killed his dad.
He dropped down beside the door. Slowly Thomas pulled his boots on and tied them tight. After he pulled his shirt on he stepped back outside into the cold air. This was his victory lap to his car. Slowly Thomas dragged across the parking lot. His eyes shifted to the old rusted car. Someone was sitting on the hood. Thomas's mind raced. This pissed him off. Whoever it was is going to die. Thomas walked faster to get to the car.
Who are you! Thomas looked deep into the eyes of a middle aged man. The man was about the same height as Thomas. The man smiled in return. Slowly the man lifted up off of the car. I'm Tyler Dergan nice to meet you.
This was how his dad used to be. Tyler took a long look at Thomas. This was the kid I signed up for? What the hell are you talking about? Tyler moved up close beside Thomas. Tyler's eyes were locked on Thomas's ear. His mouth moved up close…Boo! you! Thomas's arm slammed across Tyler's face. Tyler's neck snapped and his eyes rolled back into his head. Tyler slammed to the ground. He had it coming…
Thomas stepped over to the rusted car and opened the door. Tyler was sitting in the front seat. But I just killed you! Tyler smiled up at him. You don't know what you killed kid. Thomas locked his fist one more time to rush Tyler. I'll tell you this kid I'm not real. Thomas's fist went limp. How did I know you were going to say that? I'm in you mind Thomas P. Dwhite. So it beings…