“That mouthguard doesn’t fit properly; you can’t fight with it.”
Mike couldn’t believe what the official was telling him, especially since this exact same guy allowed him to fight, with the exact same mouthguard, about a month ago.
“But you—,” the official flexed his power and cut Mike offer before he could present his case.
“Safety first,” was the official’s punctuation mark on the conversation.
Moments before the commission pulled the plug on Mike’s fight, his coach ran the mouthguard into the arena’s kitchen, dunked it in the french fry’s hot oil with tongs for several seconds, and placed it back in Mike’s mouth. The mouthguard not only molded more tightly around his teeth, but it added the hunger for a snack to go with the grumble in his belly for violence.
Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/03/22/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-100/.