His walk to the cage from backstage was loaded with histrionics: exaggerated high fives with the crowd, dancing as if his body had no bones, slapping himself in the face, screaming gibberish into the air. A pasted on snarl met his opponent’s unfazed stare.
The bell rang. Action.
Word Count: 48
Prompted from the Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/10/31/weekend-writing-prompt-181-histrionics/.
LOL. Hope he had plenty of energy left for the fight.
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