Owl-Kwan-Do

Welcome to the World Owl-Kwan-do owlpionships! It's been an exciting tournament this year filled with all the drama you'd expect from the top Owl-Kwan-Do competitors across the globe!

Tonight, we finish the fight.

In the blue corner, we have Samson, the Eastern Screech Owl! A 5th-degree orange belt from the Rocky Mountains. Training in the mountains from a youngling has given Samson a unique set of skills. Those skills set Samson apart from much of his competition. This is Samson's 10th championship appearance and the first time he's been to one in 5 years. The competitive landscape has changed a lot since his last time reaching the mountaintop.

In the red corner, we have Abiona, the African Grass Owl! A 1st-degree orange belt from Mount Kenya in East Africa! Training in the mountains of Africa gives Abiona a unique set of skills. This is Abiona's second appearance in the championships. But, will tonight be the time Abiona claims the throne? His journey to the top has been challenging, with multiple near defeats and some questionable opponents. Yet, he still rose to the top!

For tonight's Owlpionship fight, we're coming to you live from Barn Valley in Las Owlgas, NeOwlda! Our fighters both agreed this venue was the best place for the competition to end, and we agree!

The crowd is full of anxious energy as they await the prized fighters' entrance. Many expected a pungent, aggressive smell most of these spaces are known for. They were all surprised to smell lemon and lavender upon admission. An attendee mumbled they were disappointed by the scent but disregarded it since all the sweat from the fight would bring the funk back. Once inside, in the middle is a twenty-foot by twenty-foot ring, with tall pitchforks encircling the arena and 50 feet above the stadium, a twenty-foot by twenty-foot tv screen with humans talking and doing human things. (Owls don't like humans) This is to prevent a competitor from going out of the bounds of the approved fight space. We also made sure to bring in only the best hay for our attendees. It's great to sit on and great for a snack!

As the crowd begins walking in, they notice how rigid the air feels. "It feels impossible to fly right now," a spectator says to a friend. The friend points to center stage. "It's coming from the center. They haven't even made it to the ring yet. I think we are in for the fight of the century.", the friend responds. "I feel like every announcer says that for the fight of the century of that century.", says the spectator. "Don't start. How about we just enjoy the fight."

The conversations like these, excitement, speculation continue to pour out as they all wait patiently on the two champions to enter. Suddenly, the lights dim, and two distinct sounds are heard. The two sounds are crashing into each other as if the fight has already started. They begin their entrances with their entourages and team members. No one can talk the air is soo thick now.

"What do you call an owl with a low voice?" the announcer asks. The crowd growls at the terrible joke, yet the air finally loosens. "My job here is complete. Are you all ready for this to begin?"

The crowd opens up with screeches that could be heard outside the milky way.

The announcer is pleased with this reaction, so he passes it on to the referees to share the rules and prepare the Owls for battle. "This really will be a fight for the century, won't it?" an audience member asks.

The competitors launch their attacks before their friends can answer, and the crowd goes wild.