The Song and Lightning Mike were a few feet away from each other. The remaining eight wrestlers were watching the ring on the screen. 'That's disappointing,' Beowulf thought.
He was hoping to be called into the ring like he was when he was on Earth. He had already planned how to move through the walkway. Thirty minutes of practice down the drain. The summoning by fire was cool too, but it didn't have the flair that the former did.
The Song and Lightning Mike were several feet apart from each other. Lightning Mike was fidgety, constantly moving around in circles and muttering to himself.
"I'm going to…," Lightning Mike muttered. "What was that!?" the Song asked, bringing his ear forward. "I'm going to destroy you!" Lightning Mike exclaimed.
He ran towards The Song at a great speed. He was really fast, faster than the average person. 'I guess I now know why they call him Lightning Mike,' Beowulf thought.
Lightning Mike ran in a zigzag and finally reached The Song. Lightning Mike jumped and attempted to hit The Song with both of his legs in the air. The Song, seeing this, grinned. He brought out his guitar and swung it at Lightning Mike's ribs in mid-air.
Lightning Mike flew several feet away from The Song but got up quickly. Lightning Mike didn't show any sign of pain. He quickly rushed The Song once more, performing the same dropkick, and The Song used his guitar to hit Lightning Mike away once again.
Beowulf, seeing this, had his jaw dropped. 'What is that guitar made of?' Beowulf thought. He had never heard of such a durable guitar, able to survive being smashed into a person.
He had also never seen someone knock another human being so far away from themselves so easily. The match went on, with The Song reacting to Lightning Mike by hitting him with his guitar before Lightning Mike could get a hit on him.
If this was wrestling, it was a type of wrestling that Beowulf had never seen before. The feats that The Song and Lightning Mike were displaying seemed superhuman.
The match went on with The Song knocking Lightning Mike away. It seemed it would go on forever if something didn't change. Then the screen showed a mini timer for ten seconds. Three minutes had passed when the mini-timer appeared. It seemed to be the interval to summon a new wrestler.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The timer was up. Then another wrestler disappeared from the room and reappeared in the ring, engulfed in a tornado of flames. It was the very fat wrestler with the singlet.
He appeared in the middle of the fight between The Song and Lightning Mike. Lightning Mike came straight towards him, aiming for The Song, but instead hit the fat wrestler.
Lightning Mike crashed into the fat wrestler, but the fat wrestler didn't move an inch. Lightning Mike, on the other hand, fell on his behind, surprised to find the fat wrestler standing above him.
Lightning Mike quickly got up and went for a spear. The fat wrestler hardly moved. Lightning Mike used all his strength trying to move the wrestler, but it didn't work.
Lightning Mike gave up and stopped the tackle. Sweat was running over his entire body, and he was panting heavily. The unmoving fat wrestler grabbed Lightning Mike by the throat.
Lightning Mike tried his best to break free. He pried and hit the fat wrestler's wrist with no success. The fat wrestler grinned. The fat wrestler jumped about five times his height in the air and slammed Lightning Mike on the canvas of the ring.
The whole ring vibrated, and Lightning Mike lay on it, unmoving. "What an entrance for the third wrestler of the Royal Rumble! Am I right, Jensen!?" "Yes, you are, Daryl! The Hippo appeared at the right time, and thank Satan he did. I thought that game of whack-a-mole going on between The Song and Lightning Mike would have gone on forever!" Jensen commented.
Meanwhile, watching the fight on the screen, Beowulf had his jaw dropped. 'What in the actual hell am I seeing!?' Beowulf thought. 'This can't be real, can it? There's no way. It has to be some type of special effect I wasn't in on. That has to be it. There's no way humans can do what I'm seeing.'
Then a thought occurred. Were the wrestlers he was watching human? Was he? Beowulf was technically dead, so he was a soul. So could he still be considered a human?
He had to be, right? If he wasn't human, what was he? He looked at the screen once more. Seeing the three wrestlers perform such incredible feats gave Beowulf a smile.
"If being in hell means I can do crazy shit like those three, hell might not be such a bad place after all," Beowulf said.
The Hippo carried Lightning Mike on his shoulder and walked to one of the ropes in the large ring. "Oh my god, Jensen! He's gonna do it! He's gonna throw Lightning Mike off the ring. We're going to have our first elimination," Jensen commented.
The Hippo had Lightning Mike on his shoulder. He then carried Lightning Mike with both of his hands. He was about to throw Lightning Mike off the ring. Then he felt a strong shock which caused him to drop Lightning Mike.
"Hey, fatty, don't you dare forget about me," The Song said. The Hippo turned around, and The Song whacked him with a guitar, causing The Hippo to stumble away from the rope.
The Song hit The Hippo with his guitar on his head. "AH!" The Hippo screamed in pain. The Song hit The Hippo in the head again and again. The Hippo screamed each time.
"He is not letting up against The Hippo, Jensen!" Daryl said. "Well, he can't afford to, Daryl. Look at the size of The Hippo! The Song has to do whatever it takes, no matter how brutal it may be, and I'll tell you something, Daryl: What The Song's doing seems to be working."
The Song attempted to whack The Hippo one more time, but The Hippo caught the guitar with one of his hands. It caused his hand great pain, which showed as he gritted his teeth.
The Song tried to take back his guitar, but The Hippo's grip was too strong. The fingers were embedded into the guitar. The Hippo pulled in the guitar, causing The Song to jerk forward and lose his guitar.
The Hippo threw the guitar several feet away from them. Now The Song and The Hippo were very physically close to each other. "Hold on, fella. Let's talk," The Song said with his hand up.
The Hippo grunted and charged towards The Song. The Hippo grabbed The Song by the waist and carried him along as he aimed for one of the wrestling poles. The Hippo crashed The Song's body into one of the poles. The Song scoffed. The Hippo backed off and let go of The Song, causing him to fall and rest on the pole.
"Oh no, you don't," The Hippo said. The Hippo lifted The Song up by the scruff of the neck and rested The Song's hands on the ring's ropes. Now The Song stood unmoving, with both of his hands behind the ring's ropes.
The Hippo moved backward to build up momentum and charged at The Song, crashing into him with his shoulder. The entire ring vibrated. The Song felt such pain vibrate through his body that he couldn't even speak; he just clenched his teeth.
The Hippo backed away. "Let's see how you like being hit again and again," The Hippo said. The Hippo backed away, charged, and hit The Song over and over again. Each time he did, the whole ring would vibrate, and The Song would experience unimaginable pain.
"Well, Jensen, they say karma is a bitch, and seeing what The Hippo is doing to The Song, I have to agree," Daryl said. "The Hippo is just giving The Song the same treatment he gave to him! Fair is fair, Daryl," Jensen said.
"I don't think I can agree with you when you say 'the same treatment,' Jensen. Look at The Song! Just look at how much pain he's in. Just look at how The Hippo is crashing into him! Look at the power! The fury! This is NOT the same treatment The Song gave to The Hippo! It's far worse!"
The Hippo continued crashing The Song into the wrestling pole with no signs of stopping.
That's when the mini-timer appeared on the screen once more.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Another wrestler was teleported to the ring with a tornado of flames. The wrestler was bald and muscular. He wore only a leather vest, wrestling tights, and leather boots.
The fourth wrestler approached The Hippo. "Oh oh! It looks like The Wrecker has joined the match and is walking to The Hippo."
The Wrecker stood behind The Hippo, wrapped his arms around his waist, leaned back, and threw The Hippo several feet behind him. The Wrecker had performed a suplex.
The Wrecker rushed to where he had thrown The Hippo and performed another suplex on The Hippo. The Wrecker performed suplex after suplex until they reached one of the ring's ropes.
"Suplex City! The Wrecker performed Suplex City on the Hippo, and he's about to use it one final time to throw the Hippo off the ring!" Daryrl announced.
Then the mini timer appeared.
"Seems it's my time to shine," Beowulf said with a grin.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Beowulf was teleported to the wrestling ring with a tornado of flames, just like the four previous wrestlers. Beowulf was at the center of the ring. He saw the Song on one side of the ring, with his arms behind the ropes and his head down. Beowulf saw the Wrecker about to perform another suplex on the Hippo.
The Wrecker went to grab the Hippo's waist, but the Hippo slapped his hands away and rolled to safety. 'He managed to counter the suplex. Impressive,' Beowulf thought.
'Those two will keep themselves busy. I can go for the Song or Lightning Mike.' Beowulf could see where the Song was, but he couldn't find Lightning Mike.
'Where the hell is he?' Beowulf looked all around the ring, and then he felt a pain in his ribs. He skidded across the canvas floor but quickly got up.
He looked in the direction the attack had come from and saw him: Lightning Mike. 'When did he recover from the Hippo's attack? It couldn't have been long, or he would have attacked the other wrestlers. Or was he pretending to be more hurt than he actually was? Was he waiting for an opportunity like this?'
Beowulf looked behind him and saw he was dangerously close to the ropes. 'Damn it. That dropkick got me this close to the ropes. I knew it. These guys definitely aren't human.'
Lightning Mike charged at Beowulf, going in for some sort of tackle. 'I'll just step to the side and dodge this.' But Lightning Mike was quicker than Beowulf expected.
'Damn it, this guy's fast, but there's no way I'm letting him throw me over the ring.' That's when Beowulf felt his entire body slowly starting to go numb like electricity was traveling throughout his whole body. He struggled to move.
Lightning Mike, seeing this, smirked. Still using the body tackle, he lifted both of Beowulf's legs and threw him over the ring.
Lucky for Beowulf, he grabbed a rope before his feet touched the ground. "Phew. That was a close one." Then something that Beowulf could only describe as a ghost burst through the floor outside the wrestling ring and attempted to grab him.
Luckily, Beowulf dodged. "What the shit!?" Beowulf exclaimed in fear. That's when he noticed what was outside of the wrestling ring: a pool of white liquid filled with ghosts that moaned in agony.
Beowulf's face grew pale. "What is this?"