Balrog grew up on the streets of Harlem. He knew that the only ways one got
out of Harlem were to get really lucky or fight one's way out. So he did the
latter. Each day after school, he attended boxing classes at a local gym.
It didn't take long for the trainers to see his potential. Balrog had everything
it took to be a champion, and they were going to see to it he got there.
Competition was all too easy. Balrog dominated his matches from start to
finish. When he wasn't fighting, he was training. He knew that title matches
didn't grow on trees, and he wanted to be ready for a shot at the big-money
Finally, Balrog recevied a title match - his one chance to prove to everyone
he was the world's best. He entered the ring like a caged tiger. He dazzled
everyone with his Ali-style footwork and his Joe Lewis hooks. The champ didn't
know what to make of this kid who seemed to have an endless supply of energy
and a right cross like an express train.
By Round Five Balrog had the champ on the ropes, but he wanted a knockout. It
wasn't until Round Six that he got his chance. He came out of the corner and
began to hit the champ with everything in his arsenal. Then he caught the champ
with a surprise left, stunning him. Balrog knew what to do next. He pulled
back for a full five seconds and then unleashed the greatest right hook in
the history of boxing. The punch reverberated over the cheers of the crowd.
Before the champ hit the mat, Balrog knew that he was truly the greatest.
At first, being champion didn't affect Balrog. He trained regularly. He kept
the same crew that got him where he was. He continued to fight and even did
a little advertising for extra money. Then he took his first fatal step.