Flash Fiction: The Lonely Fight — MMA Storytime

“Savage” Steve thought he could remain buoyant in any situation, but three-minutes in to the first-round, he felt as though he were drowning; not because the wrestler—built like a fire hydrant with ears cauliflowered into hardened knobs—on top of him was smothering oxygen from his lungs, but because his flakey coaches never even showed up […]

via Flash Fiction: The Lonely Fight — MMA Storytime

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