You find yourself in a dimly lit arena, surrounded by a sea of yelling spectators. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the eyes of everyone on you.

In front of you stands a massive iron gate, with two men on either side, each holding a leash connected to the neck of a fierce Doberman Pincher. The Doberman has its lips pulled back, revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth. Its muscles are twitching with anticipation, and you can tell that it's ready to tear apart anything that gets in its way.

As the gate swings open, you enter the arena to the sound of the crowd chanting your opponent's name. The Doberman is let loose, and its eyes lock on to yours. Its muscles are tensed, and you can see it's ready to tear you apart.

in this ring, it's not the size of the bark, but the bite that counts. just try too win, mutt.