ACYN
“So, we gonna go in or what Ace…” Jon asked and eyed me curiously as we stood outside the entrance to Champs.
“I’m trying to come up with a plan…”
I came up with nothing and decided to wing it, walking to the front desk. A young high school kid with purple hair and piercings all over his face eyed us curiously.
“Member, promoter, or scout?”
“Sam Gardner, please.”, was all I replied.
“Right over there, training with that pretty little thing,” and pointed the way with eyes that lingered too long on her. ‘Don’t kill the kid,’ I internalized, walking away.
“Thanks,” I replied, and then heard a commotion come from the same direction. I turned to see my little Mike Tyson choking Sam out with a reversed headlock. I would have laughed at the scene but
