Gold had galloped out to the mat, tied the green ankle band around his back left hoof. His opponent, a light brown pony, silver mane, green singlet and black headgear stepped on the line, gold could tell that he wanted to crossface him on the mat. It's funny...because he had the same idea. The referee had brought them to the middle and they shook hooves. The referee blew the whistle, and the match began.

Author's Note

This is actually the prologue, not chapter one, sorry