On one side of the gym, the Belpre Golden Eagle 🦅 struts forward, chest puffed out, wings spread wide, feathers practically glowing gold under the lights.

On the other side, the Warren Warrior’s Pegasus 🐴 gallops in, mane flowing like blue fire, stomping the ground so hard the bleachers shake.

The Eagle points its wing. 🦅: “I soar higher than your horsey hooves will ever take you. We’re the Golden Eagles—speed, power, and glory in the skies!”

The Pegasus snorts, pawing the floor. 🐴: “Please. You flap around like a flying chicken nugget. We are warriors riding legends. We don’t need wings—we already own the battlefield!”

The Eagle flaps furiously, feathers scattering everywhere. 🦅: “Flying chicken nugget? At least I don’t need a rider to feel important!”

The Pegasus gasps dramatically. 🐴: “EXCUSE ME? I’m majestic, I’m noble, I’m—”

They both lean in, shouting louder and louder about whose team is tougher, whose school is louder, and who’s “the real deal.” Finally, their voices crack.

The Eagle’s feathers droop, tears streaming down its beak.

The Pegasus’s mighty neigh turns into a sob, mascara of sweat streaking its blue cheeks. They sit on opposite sides of the gym, bawling like little kids.

🦅😭: “I just wanted to be the best…” 🐴😭: “Me too…”

The crowd of students just stares, not knowing whether to laugh or comfort them.