Inferno’s paw. It fell limp.

‘’The winner by knock-out is Brent MacWolf!’’

The crowd cheered as Brent clutched his fist and shot it into the air, yelling, ‘’I did it!’’

Inferno struggled to walk into his dressing room. Inside, Steele was punching a bean-stuffed version of Balto. He turned to look at Inferno and saw a bloody mess staring back at him.

‘’What in the name of Yukon Jack happened to you?’’ Steele questioned. Inferno held his jaw and replied, ‘’Brent MacWolf, that’s what.’’

‘’So you failed me then.’’ Amtrak’s voice asked. Inferno nearly had a heart attack when his boss walked out of the shadows. He had a stern look on his face.

‘’Inferno, you had direct orders to defeat Brent MacWolf, and you failed me. You do know what happens to those who fail me, right?’’

Inferno fell onto his knees and pleaded with his boss.

‘’Oh please Amtrak, don’t do it!’’ he begged. But Amtrak wasn’t listening. Pulling out a small ray gun, Amtrak smiled and fired. Inferno disappeared in a bright flash. Steele stared at the burnt spot where Inferno once knelt.

‘’What the hell happened to him?’’ he asked. Amtrak holstered the gun and answered, ‘’I sent him back to the asylum. Luckily, that fool Brent MacWolf left this gadget in his duffel bag.’’

‘’Speaking of Brent MacWolf, he gets to fight the S-Man next, and I’ve got to fight their female team mate Jessie McMahon.’’

Amtrak grinned and said, ‘’excellent Steele. Defeating the girl will be easy. You almost killed Balto, so this girl shall not be a real challenge. Now get back to your training. I’ll send for the S-Man.’’

Steele nodded and continued his never-ending assault on the Balto dummy. Amtrak walked to a door near the back of the dressing room and knocked. A deep and sinister voice questioned, ‘’what do you want?’’

Amtrak opened the door and replied, ‘’S-Man, it is time. Brent MacWolf will be your opponent. Get ready to fight…to the death.’’

‘’I will sir.’’ S-Man answered as Amtrak closed the door, chuckling to himself.

Meanwhile, the Aussie was calling out the intros for the quarterfinals.

‘’And now, in the red square. Weighting in at a scintillating 139 pounds. The heartthrob of The Wolf Pack. Here she is…Jessie McMahon!’’

Jessie walked out into the spotlight, her brown cloak flowing elegantly as she walked. Climbing into the ring, Jessie blew a kiss to the audience. Just as she was about to blow another, the arena went dark.

‘’And in the blue square, the wrestler who sends chills up even my spine. Steele, the ruler of midnight!’’

The purple spotlight shined on Steele, who grinned evilly as he walked slowly toward the ring. Jessie didn’t seem threatened at all. In fact, she seemed confident she could defeat Steele easily. Steele climbed into the ring and walked right up in front of Jessie, revealing their height difference. Steele and Jessie eyed each other for a few minutes, then turned away. Steele got out of his entrance attire and got ready. The Aussie blew his whistle and the match started. Steele rushed at Jessie, who quickly side-stepped, causing Steele to fly right into the ropes. Bouncing backward, Jessie spun around and swung her right leg in a circular motion, nailing Steele’s back with a roundhouse kick. Steele flew forward again, landing on the mat. Getting up, he growled and stared at Jessie. He knew he’d have to avoid her feet, since kicking was obviously Jessie speciality. Steele ran at Jessie again, but quickly jumped, gorging Jessie to the mat. Quickly recovering, Steele picked Jessie up and grappled her. Raising Jessie above his head, Steele threw her down with all his might right onto her feet. Jessie hit the mat and fell forward, groaning in pain. Steele laughed and grabbed Jessie by the back of her cloak, picking her up again. Grabbing her around the waist, Steele landed a backdrop, slamming Jessie’s head into the mat. Jessie held her head, unable to so anything as Steele continued his onslaught. For the next ten minutes, Jessie endured the pounding. Finally, something deep inside erupted. Jessie’s strength and courage increase twofold. Steele was in the midst of landing a super backdrop off the turnbuckle when Jessie managed to slip away. Steele was shocked for just long enough that Jessie could land her own super backdrop. Jessie grabbed Steele around his chest and fell backward, slamming his head against the mat. Steele held his head and snarled. Jessie was about to strike, when Steele grabbed the cloak on the top of her head. Jessie struggled to break free, but Steele pulled, ripping the cloak off at the neck area. Steele dropped the cloak piece when he saw who is was underneath. Brent and Rail Wolf were shocked as well. It was Balto’s wife; Jenna. No one in the audience knew what to make of Jenna being a wrestler. So they stayed silent.

‘’Well Steele, are you still going to hit me?’’ Jenna asked. Steele could not build up enough courage to continue. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Steele swung his fist right at Jenna, who dodged and countered the punch. Jenna then stunned Steele and jumped back. Jenna started to stomp her right foot into the mat, getting the crowd all hyped up. Steele finally managed to get back to reality, but a moment too late. Jenna launched forward and ploughed Steele right in the chin with her right hind paw. Steele fell backward and went limp. His eyes turned up in his head, and he started to see little images of Jenna spinning around his head. Jenna smiled and waved at the crowd as the Aussie shepherd announced, ‘’and the winner by knock-out Jessie McMahon…err I mean, Jenna!’’

The crowd stayed silent, but soon they started to cheer. Not much at first, but the clapping and cheering got louder by the second. Soon, the arena was filled with the sound of victory. Jenna got up onto the turnbuckle and blew kisses in every direction. Brent and Rail Wolf came running out and gave her a big hug.

‘’Nice one Jenna. Steele’ll have that mark for a while!’’ Rail Wolf exclaimed. Brent nodded and added, ‘’yeah, but we’d better get back to the dressing room. My match is soon.’’

Little did Brent know that he’d regret saying those words soon.

The announcer addressed the excited audience with a loud voice, trying his best to talk over the cheers.

‘’And now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the second round of the quarterfinals. Eight wrestlers remain in this tournament. And now for the first match. In the red square,’’ the Aussie pointed to the doors to the back rooms, ‘’the professor who will be teaching his opponents a lesson in pain. It’s Brent MacWolf!’’

Brent walked into the arena, grinning cockily. He knew this next opponent would not be able to beat him. He was way too confident that when he saw his opponent, he nearly had a seizure. The arena went black, and multicoloured lights flashed rapidly, creating a strange effect. The announcer called out the wrestler.

‘’And in the blue square, weighting in at 275 pounds, and residing from…hey, this guy has no hometown,’’ the Aussie shepherd shrugged and continued, ‘’anyway, here he is. The S-Man!’’

From the centre of the ring, a large and muscular figure rose up in an eerie patch of mist. He wore one black leather gloves on his right paw, and a single iron mask, which hid his identity. His only wore a set of blue jeans; no top. Finally, his had iron elbow and kneepads. The S-Man folded his arms, an unemotional look present under his mask. The Aussie then announced a little quirk in the match.

‘’Ladies and gentlemen, let me now introduce our special guest referee all the way from 1998!’’

The sound of a car skidding and crashing followed. The entire crowd turned to the entrance to the arena. A single human stood in front of the doors, his arms folded. He had a large build, (actually, it was mostly his stomach area), and looked to be about 47 years old. This human had a medium amount of brown hair, sported a huge beard around his mouth. He wore a black T-shirt and orange vest on his upper body and black pants around his lower area. On his feet was a pair of black running shoes. He lifted his arm into the air and walked toward the ring. Brent could not believe who it was. The guy heading toward the ring was his wrestling idol.

‘’Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you the master of mayhem, the king or carnage, the grand puba of pain. The one, the only…Mick Foley!’’

Mick climbed into the ring and accepted an official referee whistle and donned referee strips. Brent walked up and shook Mick’s hand, grinning happily as he did so.

‘’It’s a real pleasure to meet you Mr. Foley.’’ Brent said nervously. Mick smiled and replied, ‘’please, just call me Mick. And your name is?’’

‘’Brent MacWolf Mr. Foley…err, I mean Mick.’’ Brent answered. Mick nodded.

‘’Well, good luck. You’ve got me as a supporter. I saw your last match, and you have some talent kid.’’ He remarked. Brent’s grin grew. His idol