In the grand, adventure-filled state of Oklahoma, where buffalo roam the plains and the wind swoops down rattling the grain, there thrives a courageous team of kids. They are known far and wide as the "Okie Kickerboxers," skilled in the ancient art of kickboxing and powered by a cornbread-and-chili strength. Led by their comedic, mustachioed sensei, a rooster named Roosty McBeak who wears red boxing gloves and spits out corny chicken jokes, these kids are quite the sight. "Why did the chicken join a kickboxing class?" Roosty would often quack, twirling his impressive mustache. "To give everyone else something to crow about!" He'd then throw his head back and cluck with laughter at his own joke, while the kickerboxers rolled their eyes, trying to suppress their own giggles. The kickerboxers, each between the age of seven and twelve, aren't just ordinary kids. They're braver than a cowboy wrangling a tornado, quicker than a jackrabbit on a hot summer's day, and sneakier than a raccoon on a moonlit night. They use their swift kicks and quick jabs not only to learn discipline and self-defense, but also to stand up for the little guy and help those in need. From the bustling city of Tulsa to the quiet, starlit nights in Altus, tales of these pint-sized pugilists echo. They have become legends in their own right, embodying the spirit and resilience of Oklahoma. Yet, despite their fame, they remain humble, always remembering Roosty's golden rule - "A true Kickerboxer doesn't peck for praises, they crow for courage!" Ah, those funny, brave, kickboxing kids of Oklahoma, they truly are a breed apart!