Flash Fiction: The Gym’s New Sheriff

There he was, again, flexing his middle-aged muscle to a team primarily consisting of young, amateur fighters. The handful of pros half-heartedly listened, but they, for the most part, tuned out his droning, senseless rambles and did their own thing. 

Coach Tim didn’t have a clue what he was doing; everyone knew, but only Kelvin, the most experienced of the bunch, voiced the obvious.

“I think it’s time you go,” Kevin announced before Friday morning’s sparring session. 

Echoes of agreement struck the gym’s walls, and the door hit Tim like a roundhouse kick on his way out.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/03/27/march-26-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.

Flash Fiction: Tap or Nap

It was difficult to determine which aspect of Theodore Jameson better resembled a mule—his kicks or stubbornness. 

If there were dandelions to pick on the mat during Jiu-Jitsu practice, TJ would have uprooted all of them. 

“Are you listening?” Coach snapped, though he knew the answer. 

TJ had a fight scheduled against a seasoned black belt, but he assumed he’d keep it on the feet. 

Seconds after the bell, TJ was pulled to the canvas where he floundered like a fish gasping for breath.

Coach’s head was haloed by the spotlight above and said, “You didn’t tap.”

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/03/13/march-12-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.

Flash Fiction: Protest

Hundreds stood before the venue’s mouth, pumping signs in the air, screaming for an end to MMA—human cockfighting.

The manner in which these social justice warriors rallied online and postured at anyone trying to cross their fence of fiery flesh, it was unclear whether they were attempting to cancel California’s biggest MMA promotion or start up a new fight league of their own.

A long weekend defending territory, skipping meals in hopes of tipping the scales in their favor, and celebrating victory after affecting attendance.

Too bad the band of misguided protestors never noticed their similarities with MMA.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/17/january-16-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: True Love

Emily smiled from ear to ear as Brady carried her across the threshold.

Brady’s conditioning was nearing its peak at the time of the wedding, so he could have cradled his beautiful, blushing bride all the way to Aspen, Colorado, the destination of their brief honeymoon.

Sacrifice was nothing new for the young couple to cope with—Emily bringing home the bacon, and Brady jumping into any cage he could find, fighting for peanuts.

Emily would continue carrying the financial burden of Brady’s dream chasing, for his upcoming bout and every round moving forward—true love could conquer all.

Prompted from the Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/10/january-9-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: Hutch

Ben and Diego entered Death Kiss MMA as soft, high school seniors out of curiosity; two years later, each had hardened into highly touted amateur prospects within the local circuit. 

The road along the way was paved with several hardships—losses, injuries, problems with coaches or other teammates, and personal issues outside of training—but they always had each other’s back, like MMA’s hard-hitting rendition of Starsky and Hutch.

Much like the two detectives would chase “their guy,” the two continued their journey into the professional ranks, pursuing glory in cages across every continent.

Word Count: 99

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2020/01/03/january-2-flash-fiction-challenge/.

Flash Fiction: A New Strategy

“I just found out that they’ll be using the small cage next weekend.”

“Whatever.”

Coach was ready for Kevin’s nonchalant response and fired back, “If catching a shin across the side of your head sounds good to you, then, sure, whatever.”

“Coach, I’m just saying: a fight’s a fight. Right?”

“The smaller cage, by design, will nullify much of your wrestling; this dude you’re facing was a former Muay Thai Champion.”

Before Kevin could question what was next, Coach grabbed a pair of mitts, told his student to meet him on the mats, and devised a new game plan.

Prompted from Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2019/12/26/december-26-flash-fiction/.