"Congratulations, you made it into The New York Times," Mr. Eisen said with a grin as he spread open the newspaper and handed it to Luke.
The New York Times is a globally distributed paper based in New York City. It's considered one of the most influential and prestigious publications in the world, often referred to as "The Gray Lady" because of its serious tone and traditional style.
Getting featured in The Times meant that Luke's name had now reached a whole new level of global recognition—basically, he'd just gotten the kind of exposure modern influencers dream about.
"Nothing to celebrate," Luke said casually. "Everything has a first time. There'll be plenty more."
"Hah! Ambitious kid, aren't you? Not very humble—definitely not your typical modesty," Eisen joked.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
"Alright then, take a look at how they reported it."
Luke unfolded the paper and couldn't help a wry smile at the headline: "A Duel Sparked by Jealousy."
So much for being "America's most serious newspaper," huh? They'd clearly learned how to keep up with the times and cater to the internet generation's taste for drama.
After all, this was the digital age—if traditional media didn't adapt, it would get left behind.
The article went into full detail about the duel, claiming that Tyson had developed feelings for Anne Hathaway, grown jealous of Luke, and challenged him out of spite.
Starting from a love triangle? Classic. Gossip was a universal language, after all.
The report even quoted Tyson's ridiculous line about wanting to "drink Anne's bathwater." Talk about clickbait.
Luke could practically picture readers lighting up with curiosity, their inner gossip flames burning bright.
The story described Tyson's pre-fight arrogance, his taunts, and then the dramatic twist—Luke's single kick that sent the boxing champ flying.
The piece ended with a "serious" debate: Was martial arts truly superior, or was Luke simply that strong?
"As a story, it's pretty entertaining," Luke commented.
"The more entertaining it is, the more people will see and remember you," Eisen said. "That's great for your image."
"Guess that means this so-called 'unlucky' duel turned out to be a blessing in disguise," Luke replied.
"Exactly. I was planning to gradually ease the public into seeing you and Anne as a couple, but this 'jealousy duel' sped things up. Now people aren't questioning how a white woman could be dating an Asian man—they're calling you two a perfect match." Eisen chuckled.
"So, we can move on to the next step?"
"Yes. Give it a few more days for the hype to simmer, then I'll head over to Disney and secure your lead role in Pirates of the Caribbean."
"I actually want to visit home for a bit first," Luke said. "Why don't you come with me? Once I'm done there, we'll go to Disney together."
"Hm?" Eisen raised an eyebrow.
Meanwhile, in Nashville, Taylor Swift was scrolling through the day's trending news.
"A Duel Sparked by Jealousy"?
The New York Times again?
She already knew the outcome from Luke's call, but she didn't know the details. Curious, she clicked the article—and spotted a video link.
"Huh? Only ten seconds?"
That couldn't be right. How could a ten-second clip cover an entire duel?
Still, she clicked.
And there it was: Tyson, full of swagger one second—then, in the blink of an eye, he was flying backward, sprawled on the floor motionless.
"…"
Taylor stared, speechless.
"I knew would win, but… not like that."
"What are people saying online?" she murmured, eager to see the comments.
Online Reactions:
"Oh my God, before this video I'd never believe that Tyson—the beast himself—couldn't even take one kick."
"They say that kick measured over 1,500 pounds of force! How does a human even do that?"
"I used to think kung fu was just flashy nonsense, but Luke just proved it's the real deal."
"Without Bruce Lee around, Luke just showed the world that kung fu still reigns supreme."
"You sure it's kung fu that's strong? I think Luke is the real powerhouse."
Thousands of comments flooded in—the video had gone completely viral.
Taylor scrolled through the top ones, smiling. Even when people disagreed about why he was so strong, no one doubted that he was.
Then she noticed a related video: an interview with Tyson himself.
Tyson lay in a hospital bed, shirtless, both arms in casts, his ribs wrapped tight in bandages. He looked nothing like the cocky fighter from before.
"Mr. Tyson, was today's duel result what you expected?" the reporter asked.
Tyson gave a bitter smile. "Do I look stupid? If I'd known I'd get wrecked this bad, I never would've challenged him."
"So, do you regret it?"
"No! Not at all."
"Even after ending up like this?"
"If this hadn't happened, I'd still be trapped in arrogance, blind to how small I really am," Tyson said seriously. "Now I know— kung fu is the path I need to follow."
"You plan to study it?"
"Yes. Once I recover, I'll apologize to Luke and ask him to teach me."
"Do you really believe kung fu is that powerful? What about Brazilian jiu-jitsu, sambo, or karate?"
Tyson shook his head. "None of them compare. In a few years, if UFC champions don't start learning kung fu, they'll lose their belts. Mark my words."
"Isn't that an exaggeration? You can't just dismiss all UFC fighters because of one loss."
"Really? Then go ask Randy Couture—see if he's willing to fight Luke."
Randy Couture, the reigning UFC heavyweight champ and a national legend, was suddenly dragged into the storm. Tyson's motives were pretty clear—if Randy also got beaten, his own loss wouldn't look so bad.
In Las Vegas, Randy Couture was watching the same video—and swore out loud.
"F*ck! That wasn't technique—that was raw power! Who the hell could stand against a kick like that?"
He decided to go off-grid for a few days, maybe hide out in the mountains. The last thing he needed was reporters shoving microphones in his face.
One thing was certain—he was not fighting Luke. No way in hell.
And just like that, across North America, every famous fighter who saw that clip felt a shiver down their spine at the sight of the man in white. They wanted nothing more than to stay as far away from him as possible.
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