The streets were deserted and the whipping winds were biting at their cheeks. Joe and Anita needed to find shelter and the only place open was the old gym.
As soon as they stepped into the warmth of the large room, they knew they had entered someplace strange. “Omigod,” Joe said, pointing to two large men. “That’s Muhammad Ali and Sugar Ray Robinson.”
“Who?” Anita asked.
“And there’s Joe Lewis, Jack Dempsey, Rocky Marciano, and George Foreman,” Joe said. “All the greats.”
“What is this place?” Anita asked.
Mike Tyson approached them. “If you build it, they will come,” he said.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.