The first few measures of his walkout song seeped from the speakers. Like all fighters willing to admit it, thoughts of flight flittered with the butterflies, but a true fighter welcomes the spine-tingling buzz; he lives for this moment.
All the late nights training, days ignoring howls of hunger while dieting and cutting weight, time away from loved ones; all the painful sacrifice for fifteen-minutes: the paradox of fighting.
Word Count: 71
Prompted from The Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/11/21/weekend-writing-prompt-184-paradox/.