With all the free time TJ had from barely attending his classes, he would be at the arena planning a fight. That's just the type of fighter TJ was. His objective was to win the fight before it even started. A lot of the students here used their fights and recklessly beat the shit out of each other. In a plain arena like this, it's pretty difficult to find advantages. Tyson came up with a few strategies, but he needed someone to test them out on. Brains over bronze. Tyson drew straight lines around him in a fifteen feet perimeter of himself. He also had duck tape in his hand for another reason, which he stole from a janitor.

Tyson bit off a piece of the tape and created an 'X' formation on the ground, the opposite side with the stickiness was on top. Most people would think it was a way to trap someone, but there's no possble way duck tape could hold a human, so it was used for a different purpose. The male walked toward the nearest wall next to him in the arena, sticking tape on it and rolling it back with him to the X spot. The lines he drew on the ground was actually a distraction set-up to trick his target into believing it was. Before he got here, his dream was to become a general and use his brain to help win future wars. Unfortunately, he's stuck here now so he might as well make the best of it. All he needed was something heavy, but not too heavy. TJ used one of his Timberland boots, they costed a lot but it was worth it. The teen wrapped duck tape around the shoe, containing a firm grip of it so it wouldnt slip. He whipped the end of the tape long enough for it to reach the top of the tape where a small audience of students were sitting at. "Behold my greatness as the great Houdini as I fuck up some commas." A shoutout reference to his favorite rapper Future. The boot dangled on the edge of the arena. Everything was now perfectly set-up, all he needed was bait. Just to add a little bit flavor to his plan, TJ took off his glasses and smahed it into glass shards with his other boot. The student sprinkled the glass shards on the sticky tape. He had a spare one back at his dorm. If everything goes exactly as planned, then he's actually going to enjoy this fight.

TJ took a few steps back for a better view of his masterpiece. If only he made cue cards with awesome catchphrases on them. When TJ fights, he loves to put on a show for the audience just incase some video record it and it goes viral. Imagine all the followers he could get with this fight. "All of this is just amazing. I should be a talk show host on BET or something", he chuckled.Once he's done with this school, he also wnats to be known throughout the world as the world's greatest warrior. Maybe the U.S aemy might take notice of his skills and recruit him. Just imagining himself as the commander of the entire U.S army made him want to cry. Right now his goal was to become the strongest person at the school, even strong enough to take on the teachers. A fool can dream.. It's all about the performance, the way the crowd cheers him on and ask for more. He's been here for a year and still not popular. TJ wanted everyone in the school to know his name. The new king of the school. The male stood in the center of the arena, patiently waiting.