We got settled in the living room for a night of fights. It was nice to see Grandpa in his element; he was, in fact, the one who got me into MMA in the first place.
“In my day, we had security on the lookout for cops throughout the parking lot and on the road into the venue and hoped we didn’t get arrested, along with an ass-kicking.”
When Grandpa described the underground free fighting circuit as a resistance, of sorts, it always sounded like an entirely different thing than today’s popularized—and widely commercialized—form of sports entertainment.
As one of the evening’s modern-day gladiators made his walk toward the cage, ushered with amplified music and roaring fans, Grandpa wondered aloud, “Let’s see what this marshmallow has to offer.”
Prompted from the Six Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/10/04/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-128/.
Enjoyed this. Nice reading stories about the older and younger generation bonding over shared interests.
Sweet ending (honest! no pun intended). Made me smile 🙂
Good to see you at the Six, Dave!
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Good tale showing how things can change with time. Grandpa’s punchline was a knockout!
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I like Grandpa’s description of one of the fighters as a “marshmallow”.
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One sentence and grandpa came to life! Fully ready to enjoy the fight.
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