The Puppet's Finale
The rain in Los Angeles always felt like it was trying to wash away a crime that wouldn't disappear. Leo sat in the locker room of the underground arena, the smell of liniment and old sweat filling his lungs. He was the "Iron King," the undefeated champion of the shadow circuits. To the crowds, he was a god of violence. To himself, he was a machine that didn't know how to stop. Leo had been...
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