Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Ghouls! What a fight we had at the Super Fried Chicken Fight Club! The crowd went mad, the clucks became roars as we witnessed one HELL of a display between Indiana Cocks and SunSpots McCock! The chicken feathers flew and blood spilled in an epic clash to be remembered!

The night was jacked up with anticipation as it began with SunSpots McCock, the hard-boiled chicken hailing from the Blue Corner. The seasoned gladiator with a record of 133-98 started strong, RSVPing a direct invite to the emergency room for his opponent. McCock threw himself into the fray, smacking the tarnation out of Indiana Cocks with the Bird Brained Flail. The crowd gasped as the ferocious blow landed, leaving Indiana Cocks bloodied with a serious gash.

But Indiana Cocks, a fiery fowl from the Red Corner, at a record of 17-15, wasn’t one to roll over and cry “fowl”. No sir, he came armed with a dose of psychedelic warfare, blowing magic mushroom powder into SunSpots McCock’s face! The crowd went wild, the air buzzing with laughter and shrieks as reality melted and distorted around a hallucinating McCock who soon bore a severe slash.

In the thick of this chaos, SunSpots McCock retaliated, his feathers rustling with rage. In a move as swift as it was ruthless, he unleashed a swarm of razor-sharp blades that sliced through Indiana Cocks. Blood splattered across the pit as Indiana Cocks sustained a deeper wound.

But this was far from over! Indiana, with an indignation that could scorch the sun, retaliated fiercely. In a show of unadulterated poultry power, he ripped off McCock’s leg and spanked him repeatedly with it! The crowd erupted in an uproar, their cheers shaking the entire colosseum. When the feathers settled, it was SunSpots McCock bleeding heavily, suffering the painful indignity.

And then, in the end, the mighty Indiana Cocks did what he does best. He emerged victorious, having brought absolute shame to McCock’s flock, earning him the well-deserved spotlight. The Cocks of Indiana proved that it’s not the size of the hen in the fight, but the size of the fight in the hen!

And so, ladies and gentlemen, let’s give it up for the gallantly gallinaceous, the fried titan of the ring, our victor of the evening - the one, the only - Indiana Cocks! Till next time, stay clucking…and let the feathers fly!