There are two fights for every mixed martial arts competition: the scale and stepping into the cage. Aaron’s first bout with gravity was almost over.
It had been hours since his last sip of water, and his diet had consisted primarily of spinach for the past several days. When you could use a snack, you might feel a bit grumpy; Aaron felt like a junkyard dog.
After stepping off the scale with a bone-dry mouth and his skeletal structure peeking through his skin, he and his team drove to the nearest sandwich shop, where Aaron inhaled two large subs.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from the Friday Fictioneers at: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/06/03/5-june-2020/.