Six-Sentence Story: Safety First

“That mouthguard doesn’t fit properly; you can’t fight with it.”

Mike couldn’t believe what the official was telling him, especially since this exact same guy allowed him to fight, with the exact same mouthguard, about a month ago.

“But you—,” the official flexed his power and cut Mike offer before he could present his case.

“Safety first,” was the official’s punctuation mark on the conversation.

Moments before the commission pulled the plug on Mike’s fight, his coach ran the mouthguard into the arena’s kitchen, dunked it in the french fry’s hot oil with tongs for several seconds, and placed it back in Mike’s mouth. The mouthguard not only molded more tightly around his teeth, but it added the hunger for a snack to go with the grumble in his belly for violence.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/03/22/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-100/.

Six-Sentence Story: Striker or Grappler?

Jaime “Just Do It” Johnson, a decorated kickboxer, and the submission specialist from São Paulo, Fabricio Viera, were scheduled to collide in the main event at Cage Battles 7.

The clash of striker versus grappler fueled the birth of mixed martial arts, and questions surrounding which style is superior has persisted for the past twenty-five years. 

“Every fight starts standing,” one fan could be heard saying to another. 

“If Viera drags Johnson to the mat, he’ll be snoring in seconds or have one of his limbs snapped,” was the retort.

The bell rang.

Viera and Johnson met in the middle, the Brazilian folded the striker with a devastating liver shot, and the unpredictability of the sport continues.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/.

Six-Sentence Story: Breaking the Routine

Wake up, get the kids ready, drive to work, fill a cubicle, drive home, cook dinner, watch TV, go to sleep, and do it all again the next day. Paul’s routine had dragged him into a bit of a crisis that he needed to escape from.

“But how?” he wondered while staring at the ceiling before bed. 

The next day, his wife suggested signing up for a Jiu-Jitsu class. Paul grappled with the idea for several weeks before purchasing a Gi, a mouthguard, and a one-month membership at a nearby dojo. 

Paul’s first experience playing human chess with the crew at Fabio’s Jiu-Jitsu Academy created a snowball effect of happiness, adding a necessary piece that was missing and steamrolling the monotony from his life. 

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/author/girlieontheedge1/.

Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/11/crisis/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://allaboutwritingandmore.com/2020/03/11/your-daily-word-prompt-crew-ydwordprompt-march-11-2020/.

Six-Sentence Story: Time to Make the Walk

Darius was loosening the well-trained fibers of his being in the back, but once an official from the commission announced, “You’re next,” he and his coaching staff pressed the accelerator of the warm-up routine. 

A thin coat of sweat signaled that Darius, at least physically. The mental side of the game was always difficult for Darius to tame; of course, locking yourself in a steel cage to fight a similarly weighted individual, who is also skilled in the art of violence, in your underwear is difficult for anyone to fathom. 

Darius paced back-and-forth like an agitated lion just before the entrance. His coach and teammate barked instructions and encouragement while waiting for the cue.

When Darius heard his music exploded from the speakers, he emerged from behind the curtain, heaved a war cry toward the heavens, and plodded into the world’s most dangerous field of play.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/03/01/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-97/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://allaboutwritingandmore.com/2020/03/04/your-daily-word-prompt-fathom-ydwordprompt-march-4-2020/.

Six-Sentence Story: Not His Year

This was supposed to be Willam Buckner’s year.

Known as “Bill Kill,” he left a wake of welterweights in bodybags up and down the east coast. If William could get past Henry Burns, a highly touted warrior from the west side, he would earn both praise and a long desired contract from The Big Show, the globe’s leading MMA promotion.

The pair met in the middle; each intent on punishing the other. 

In a wild scramble, Burns wound up mounted above William, and the California native wasted no time in mining his skull for gold, dropping heavy, concussive elbows.

When one of the blunt force strikes removed William’s eyebrow like a slice of watermelon, the cage side physician stopped the bout, leading Burns toward the sport’s glitz and glamour and William back to the drawing board.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/02/23/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-96/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://allaboutwritingandmore.com/2020/02/25/your-daily-word-prompt-praise-ydwordprompt-february-25-2020/.

Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/02/25/year/.

Six-Sentence Story: Championship Rounds

Kenny would always claim: his endurance had no rival. 

Whether sparring on the mats, sprinting around the track, or strength training at the gym, the lungs of Kenny’s teammates would burn and their muscles filled with lactic acid, but Kenny continued like the Energizer Bunny. 

Kenny’s coach wasn’t concerned about his ability to push an unfathomable pace for three, hard fought rounds, though the championship rounds—four and five—were a different ballgame. With a title fight looming on the horizon, the confidence Kenny possessed in his gas tank was second to none.

Coach attempted to instill the difficulty of competing, if necessary, for two rounds more than usual, “Those extra ten minutes, along with the added pressure, aren’t like anything you’ve dealt with before.”

The bell for the fourth sounded, Kenny struggled more than usual for a deep breath, and a bit of concern formed in the back of his mind about how long it would take until he’d be running on fumes.

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/02/16/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-95/.

Prompted from the Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/02/18/track/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://allaboutwritingandmore.com/2020/02/18/your-daily-word-prompt-endurance-ydwordprompt-february-18-2020/.

Six-Sentence Story: Jabs Before Haymakers

“Man, your jab is rubbish,” Coach barked from the corner.

Eight rounds into a ten round sparring session, each of Joey’s sixteen-ounce gloves felt like they’d been dipped in lead, and he struggled keeping his hands close to his chin for defense let alone gain an advantage with any sort of offense.

Between rounds, Coach advised, “Measure your distance with a few stiff jabs, plant your feet, and then bring that right to his chin from the outfield.”

All Joey could muster was the biggest punch he could pull from the energy reserves, which, in reality, couldn’t have popped a grape at this point. 

Joey’s sparring partner took advantage of the opening, peppering him with punches until he dropped to the canvas, and Coach was right there to remind him, “Jabs before haymakers, kid.”

Prompted from the Six-Sentence Story at: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-94/.

Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/02/11/three-things-challenge-142/.