“How many special people change?”
His walkout song, Champagne Supernova by Oasis, synced with the roar of the audience as he walked out; the song reminded him of his own metamorphosis from junkie to professional prizefighter.
“How many lives are living strange?”
Life couldn’t be any stranger than now, he thought—a year ago he was roaming the streets alone, subsiding only for the next fix; whereas, ornate tattoos covered his track scarred arms while friends, actual friends and not drug-induced figments of his imagination, screamed encouragement as he continued his march toward the cage.
“Where were you while we were getting high?”
Nobody was there until Coach found him asleep behind the gym, offered him a place to sleep with food to eat, gave him a job, and once he found his way onto the mat, the rest has been a new beginning; he hugged Coach before taking his place in the corner.
Prompted from Six-Sentence Story Word Prompt at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/11/22/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-135/.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/11/23/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-friends/.
Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/11/23/fowc-with-fandango-roar/.
Prompted from Tale Weaver at: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/19/tale-weaver-302-beginnings-november-19th/.
Prompted from Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/23/figment/.