fan fiction by Vyola

The Sweet Science

"You've got the moves, kid." The smooth voice startled Kid Kent as he emerged from the sauna with only a towel slung low on his hips. "But you'll never get a chance at the big time -- Pete 'The Punisher' Ross and the championship belt -- unless you sign with a real promoter."

Lex Luthor, the slick fight organizer known as much for his baldness as his flamboyant talk, lounged against the massage table, surveying him from head to toe and lingering with more than just professional interest. "My connections, your talent. We'll go places. Trust me, it's destiny, Clark."

the end
02 April 2003

garden gate
Petals & Pixels
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