Blood and Guts was everything it was advertised. Violent and bloody, Tyler Statlander knew it was gonna be this way. He knew what he signed up for, what he didn’t sign up for was being handcuffed to the ropes and taking numerous v-triggers, superkicks. You name it, The Elite hit him with it, it was torment but he endured it.
That was until the finish. Nolee Angle had Kris in a kneebar and hearing his sister writhing in pain was the worst feeling in the world. He tried to do something, anything to help but he couldn’t he had to watch her try and fight but the previous knee surgeries she had was making the suffering worse. She was repeatedly screaming no and panicking, she was so close to tapping and he couldn’t let that happen. “WE SURRENDER!” He screamed, causing the bell to ring. Kris clutching her leg, tearing up as Nolee Angle’s music played. Tyler couldn’t look at her, he felt ashamed and he knew he’d suffer the consequences later.
But when they got to the back and….that punishment never came. Instead he helped her to the back, to medical. There was silence when he was expecting anger, malice. Kris broke the silence, looking up at him. “….thank you. I-I know i haven’t been the easiest sister to deal with but..” “Stop.” He cut her off immediately, staring into her eyes. “I appreciate it but you’re my family. You come first over some stupid victory. Remember that.”