Bængcock Fight Club

"Bængcock Fight Club". In the shadowy corners of a quiet suburb, hidden beneath the guise of an overgrown park, a secret fight club came to life. The arena was an open clearing, surrounded by tall neon signs with big letters and crumbling fences, invisible to the unsuspecting residents nearby. Tonight, the club buzzed with silent tension. Pink foxes slinked through the underbrush, their eyes glinting with excitement as they took their places in the shadows. Above, big birds perched silently on rooftops side by side with some pink foxes, their sharp gazes fixed on the center of the arena.In the middle, two cocks faced off, their feathers bristling with anticipation. One, a sleek purple bird with piercing red eyes; the other, a fierce yellow cock, his beak sharp as a knife. Without a sound, the fight began. The cocks clashed with brutal force, beaks snapping and claws slashing in a blur of feathers. The foxes watched with bated breath, their tails twitching in the sunlight, while the birds above observed with cold, calculating eyes. The yellow cock moved with deadly precision, dodging a vicious peck from his opponent before landing a powerful strike. The purple cock staggered but fought back, refusing to yield. The silence of the audience was almost reverent, no creature daring to break the unspoken rule—no one talked about the fight club.

In the end, the yellow rooster stood victorious, his chest heaving, as the purple cock lay defeated at his feet. The foxes slipped back into the shadows, and the big birds took silent flight, leaving the arena as quietly as they had come. The night swallowed the secret once more, as if the fight had never happened.