“Holy fucking hell! What was that?” Mateo screeched in a high-pitched voice that sounded like he was going through puberty. I released Fallon, turning to see Mateo spitting his mouthguard onto the floor of the practice ring. He gagged and reached for his water. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Fallon singsonged. “I heard drinking water after ingesting something spicy just makes it burn worse.”
