half-breed with all the right moves…Balto!’’

Brent burst through the arena doors, but was pushed back by security dogs. All Brent could do was watch and hope. Balto walked into the right and leaned against the turnbuckle, concentrating and focusing his mind. All of a sudden, all the lights went out, plunging the arena into darkness. Balto looked around in confusion, and then saw who was heading his way. The announcer confirmed his thoughts.

‘’And in the blue square, weighting in at 243 pounds and also residing from Nome, Alaska, here he is. The wrestler known simply as…Steele!’’

Steele walked out into the darkness, illuminated by a single purple spotlight. He walked slowly toward the ring, an evil possessed look present on his face. He wore a black undertaker hat, black cloak and black shirt and pants. Steele climbed slowly into the ring and stood in its centre, raising his arms up. A white mist bellowed around his legs, and Steele turned to Balto. He grabbed the mike and said in a sinister voice, ‘’time to die wolf-dog!’’

Taking off his entrance attire, Steele got into a fighting stance. The match began with Balto making the first move. Running at Steele, Balto dodged a right hook and grabbed his rival around the waist, lifting him backward. Steele quickly recovered and landed a few punches on Balto’s exposed back. Balto growled and spun around, kicking the leg out from under Steele, who fell flat onto his back. Balto got up and grabbed Steele’s leg. Balto then fell down onto Steele’s thigh, causing his rival extreme pain. Steele held his thigh and snarled. He got up and both dogs grabbed each other’s paws. Steele smiled and replied, ‘’well Balto, you seem to have become a zero-to-hero wrestler. Too bad your star is about to flicker out.’’

Steele landed a low blow on Balto, who fell like a house of cards. Steele smiled and picked his stunned opponent up. Grabbing his wrist tightly, Steele threw Balto forward, then tugged him back and landed a clothesline on the poor wolf dog. Balto lay on the mat, stunned and in major pain. Steele put Balto into a pin and the Aussie started the count.

‘’One. Two…’’

Kick out! Balto managed to throw up his arm, cancelling the pin. Steele growled and lifted Balto to his feet. He was about to land a suplex, when Balto countered. About a third of the way up, Balto changed the weight and made his hind paws touch the mat, which allowed him to land a counter suplex on Steele. Both dogs then grappled each other. Steele shook his head and said, ‘’pathetic wolf dog. I bet you couldn’t even beat me in a grappling contest.’’

Balto smiled and remarked, ‘’you were always wrong Steele, and now is no exception!’’

For the next two minutes, both Balto and Steele grappled each other, keeping a locked stare into each other’s eyes. Finally, Steele performing a takedown, which caused Balto to lose his balance, and broke the grapple. Balto hit the mat with the combined weight of himself and Steele. Steele got up and smiled. Balto slowly got to his feet and replied, ‘’you may batter and bruise my body, but my spirit will stay strong. Nothing you can will stop me Steele!’’

Balto then lunged at Steele with such aggression that the crowd was shocked to see it broken. Steele grabbed Balto and placed his head between his legs. Steele then looked at the crowd, who was silent. He smiled with satisfaction and picked Balto up by the belt, lifting him above his head. Steele then walked over to the turnbuckle and climbed to the second rope. Turning slowly, he jumped, sending a combined weight of over 400 pounds right through Balto’s back and into the mat. Balto gave an expression of unbearable pain, but he got up again. His face was lined with streams of blood. Steele walked over and gave Balto a sound kick to the chest, sending him sprawling onto his shoulder. Balto got up again, but he could not fight. His energy was gone; he could barely stand up or wipe the blood from his face. Steele rushed up and landed a power clothesline on Balto, knocking him out. The arena went dark again, and Steele put his foot on the unconscious and bleeding body of Balto and made a motion with his two paws. He slowly dragged them across his neck, simulating the sign of death. Balto was still breathing, but other than that fact, he looked dead. Steele then proceeded out of the ring and to the arena door. At the door, he saw Brent and said, ‘’you’d better check on your friend. He doesn’t look so good.’’

Brent ran into the ring and-with the assistance of Rail Wolf-carried him to the dressing room. Balto was laid on a bench and given the best medical treatments the team could do. Rail Wolf shook his head solemnly.

‘’Who would have known that Steele would have been so powerful?’’

Brent didn’t answer. He knew it was his fault. Balto was near death thanks to him, so he had to make it up to his friend somehow. Just then, a Springier Spaniel knocked on the door and replied, Brent MacWolf, your match is next.’’

Brent took a deep breath and turned to what was left of his team.

‘’Guys, I have a confession to make. I knew something about those punks, but I didn’t have enough time to tell you all. So I’ll explain briefly. Amtrak has injected Ginger with a serum that makes her a temporary villain. If they win, the serum will become permanent, and I’ll lose her forever. So that’s why I’m going to give 110% against my opponent to save her life,’’ Brent then bowed his head and added, ‘’and if I don’t make it, but you save Ginger, tell her that I love her more than life itself.’’

And without another word, Brent turned and headed for the arena.

‘’Now for our sixteenth match of the second round,’’ the Aussie yelled, ‘’in the red square, weighting in at 170 pounds. From Chicken, Alaska, it’s the dog with the brains. Brent MacWolf!’’

Brent walked out into the spotlights and smiled. He wore a green tank top with the words Doggie Style written in black. Brent also had on a pair of cargo pants and black sunglasses. He stepped into the ring and stood in the centre, arms crossed. The crowd was cheering madly. Brent then got onto the turnbuckle and lifted his arms. Just then, the arena went red. Brent turned and saw a figure heading his way.

‘’And now in the blue square. Weighting in at a blazing 213 pounds and residing from Norway. As they always say; it you can’t take the heat, get outta this wrestler’s way! It’s Inferno!’’

Inferno wore a shirt with only one long sleeve; the other was cut off at the shoulder. It was orange and yellow, and had a single flame on it. Around his neck hung a golden chain. On his legs he had an orange and yellow pair of pants, with flames rising up from the leg. On his hind paws was a pair of black leather boots and to top it all off, Inferno wore a studded collar around his neck. He got into the ring and the match began. He smiled and remarked, ‘’you know Brent, I couldn’t help but notice that you seem nervous. Do I make you nervous?’’

Brent gave him a smug look.

‘’No,’’ he answered bluntly, ‘’why should I be. You’re just a mentally deranged malamute who I could beat in my sleep!’’

‘’Yeah, only in your dreams.’’ Inferno retorted. Brent growled and ran at Inferno. But just a few inches from his target, Brent changed direction, completely disorienting Inferno. Brent jumped onto the turnbuckle and shot out with his legs as hard as he could. Brent spun around once and landed an Asai Moonsault right on Inferno’s upper body. Inferno fell backward and landed on his back. Brent got to his feet and grinned. Inferno got to his feet slowly and stared at Brent. He rushed at Brent and spearheaded his legs. Brent fell forward and smacked his face against the mat. Inferno picked him up delivered a hard right hook to Brent’s back, causing the professor to fall forward. Inferno smiled and placed his left leg in between Brent’s. Hooking both of Brent’s legs around his left, Inferno spun around and laughed madly as Brent started to wail in pain. Inferno had put him into a Sharpshooter, one of the most painful submission moves ever made. Brent reached for the ropes, but missed. Using all his strength, Brent managed to drag himself over to the ropes, breaking the submission. The Aussie ran over and gave Inferno a single chop on the muzzle, making him release Brent from the hold. Inferno got into a standing position and started to argue with the shepherd. Brent got up and sought his chance. Brent ran and bounced against the ropes. Using the ropes as a slingshot, Brent threw himself at Inferno’s back. Jumping off his feet, Brent gorged Inferno, sending him into the opposite ropes. The Aussie jumped back just in time. Brent got up and picked Inferno up with him. The professor spun the dazed malamute around and pointed right at his face.

‘’Here’s a nickel’s worth of free advice Inferno,’’ Brent replied, ‘’never mess with a MacWolf!’’

Brent landed three sound punches on Inferno’s chin with his left hand. Inferno stumbled back and shook his head. But he had no time to counter then next move. Brent threw his right arm right at Inferno, sending his flying backward into the turnbuckle. The Aussie ran over and lifted