As his corner screamed about a triangle, he threw up his legs in Hail Mary effort.
Legs locked around the neck, there was no escape.
“Ten more seconds!” his corner urged.
Bright lights turned to night, and he never heard the bell.
Word Count: 42
Prompted from Deb Whittam’s 42 Words at: https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/10/11/42-words-8/.