Ladies and Gentlemen, what a night it has been here in the psychedelic colosseum of the Super Fried Chicken’s Fight Club! Our fighters, Jim Curry in the flaming red corner and The Hella Fried Chicken reigning from the sizzling blue corner, have given us a heated showdown, a ferocious poultry punch-up like no other!

The Hella Fried Chicken, the crackling force from the blue corner, wild with an eccentric flair of 34 wins and 47 losses, initiated the onslaught. With a splash of madness, he flung chicken shit at Jim Curry, the unsuspecting opponent from the red corner, hitting him straight in the grill! A shocking move, that speaks volumes about Hella’s audacious style.

But Jim Curry, bearing a record of 13 wins and 16 losses, wasn’t to be outdone. Channeling his inner rage, he unleashed a barrage of hot oil from his bucket. This Bucket of Fury made The Hella Fried Chicken appear crispy enough to be boxed, labelled, and shipped straight to the nearest Popeye’s! A sizzling counter indeed!

However, Hella Fried Chicken was not fazed. The fight was far from over. The heat was on! With a violent pounce, he discharged a devastating blow that left Jim gasping for air. A lean, mean, fried machine, that Hella Chicken proved himself!

Yet, Jim was not ready to hang his gloves. With defiance in his eyes, he retaliated with a devastating critical hit that catapulted The Hella Fried Chicken across the ring! It was a sight to behold!

But hold you feathers, folks, because what happened next, brought chills down every cockerel’s spine! Hella Fried Chicken, rising from the dust, launched a new offensive. He began jabbing Jim Curry with his spiky head, which, no doubt, was the most painful head Jim Curry ever had the misfortune of receiving!

And there it was, the cataclysmic climax! With that final inhumane blow, The Hella Fried Chicken proclaimed his dominance, ruling this Fight Club with an unyielding grip. Tonight, Super Fried Chicken’s Fight Club has found a new champion. Ladies and gentlemen, the crowd is in a frenzy, chanting his name - The Hella Fried Chicken. Tonight, he is the king of the coop! The reigning ruler of the roost! The Hella Fried Chicken has indeed made Barstow proud! Can you hear those cheers echo in the distance? ‘Hella, Hella, Hella!’ What a triumph, what a spectacle, and what an unforgettable night!