Ladies and gentlemen, hens and roosters - grab your nearby coop mates and buckle up because, oh boy, do we have a tall tale to hawk! That night in the clucky SFC Fight Club, the rough and tumble, psychedelic energy in the air was electrifying, intoxicating, literally setting everyone’s feathers on edge.
Brought to the red corner, with a spirited record of six wins and five losses, was the fiendish Ghostin Pecker Bill! Feathered out in menacing hues of maroon, this was one boss bird out for blood. But was he ready to meet his match?
In the blue corner, the challenger stepped up - Benedict CummerCock, whose evenly poised 6-6 record belied a fowl determination like none other. Hues of blue channeling the depths of his spirit and the coolness of his nerves.
And boy, oh boy, the fight kicked off with a sizzling start, ethereal and stunning! Benedict CummerCock, radiating with iridescent energy, unleashed a sun-beamed bolt aimed right at Ghostin Pecker Bill - a searing blaze of solar power, blinding the crowd and electrifying the fight’s opening.
Worse was to come for Team Pecker Bill, as a deep gash opened up, oozing blood and raising the stakes. But just when it seemed like the tide was turning, Ghostin Pecker Bill picked a secret weapon: Bob’s Burninator! He aimed the sinister blaster at a dumbfounded Benedict CummerCock, inundating him with internal flames!
But the cockrell of the hour, Benedict, pulseding with a fiery rage, harnessed the energy and retaliated with a world-rattling explosion that sent Pecker Bill hurtling through the smokey air!
Arm wrestling gone wrong - Ghostin attempted an audacious arm bend, snapping off Benedict’s arm and then beating him senseless with it! A macabre sight that left the crowd in rapturous shock.
As inevitable wounds and gashes started taking their toll, we saw an unpredicted twist. Benedict CummerCock, the eternal cocky optimist, broke free and ambushed Ghostin with a smuggled knife, ripping through Pecker Bill’s defenses with one last passionate offense.
Overwhelming cheers, blood and more feathers punctuated the arena as Ghostin Pecker Bill’s wound profusely bled out. Following a night of wild fowl play, chaotic charm, and feverish fighting, we are pleased to announce our reigning cock-knight!
All roosts held high for Benedict CummerCock, on his blazing path to becoming the Club’s master cockerel!
Benedict CummerCock channels the power of the sun, blasting Ghostin Pecker Bill with a scorching beam of light! (-11)
Ghostin Pecker Bill has a deep cut that is oozing blood... (-5)
Ghostin Pecker Bill just pulled out Bob's Burninator and shoved the barrel into Benedict CummerCock's butt. Benedict CummerCock was engulfed in flames from the inside-out! (-15)
Benedict CummerCock ignites a super-heated explosion from Bob's Burninator, sending Ghostin Pecker Bill flying through the air! (-14)
Ghostin Pecker Bill could use more blood... (-10)
Ghostin Pecker Bill is bending Benedict CummerCock's arm in a direction its not supposed to go! Holy shit, it just snapped off and now hes beating him to death with it! (-20)
Benedict CummerCock has a nasty gash that is bleeding... (-5)
Benedict CummerCock surprises Ghostin Pecker Bill and attacks from behind with a smuggled-in knife! (-20)
Ghostin Pecker Bill's wound is bleeding heavily... (-15)
Benedict CummerCock is on his way to cock master!
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