After an intense six-week camp, his bank account hovered just above zero, he’d seen his family a handful of times, and he was, finally, fully hydrated following last night’s drastic weight cut, but he couldn’t have been happier; it was fight day!

If he won, he’d take home $2,000—not much of a prize on the local prizefighting circuit. The whole business model was asinine. 

He couldn’t wait for the bell to ring. 

Word Count: 74

Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/10/10/weekend-writing-prompt-178-asinine/.