Their names were scribbled in a cursive font across the marquee. The initial sight of his name as the main event caused a stir inside his chest—excitement, nerves, all of the above.
While warming up, he didn’t just touch the pads coach was holding, he was trying to turn them into powder with every strike.
“You gotta try and forget the stakes and just fight with the same mindset that got you here in the first place,” coach said for the fourth time, feeling a nervous twinge himself.
A deep breath before his music filled the sold out arena and lured him toward the cage like the Sirens who entranced Homer.
When the shower of boos rained down on the challenger, he could feel his teeth clinch his mouthguard with the power of a vice grip and the enormity of the moment narrowed into the view through a tunnel.
Prompted from the Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/07/26/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-118/.
Prompted from the Tuesday Writing Challenge at: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/28/16154/.
Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/29/sight/.
Prompted from the Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/29/rdp-wednesday-breath/.