Beowulf walked through the red doors and found other damned souls. They were all wrestlers based on what they were wearing and how they carried themselves.
Beowulf still had the tracksuit pants he wore when wrestling with Draco. The other wrestlers wore different things. One wrestler wore only black underwear and black boots.
Another wore a black singlet that covered his entire torso. This wrestler was also quite fat, and Beowulf imagined that even breathing must have been hard for him.
Beowulf spotted another wrestler wearing tights with lightning on them. This wrestler seemed jittery and unstable, constantly running around.
Beowulf also spotted another wrestler who was fully dressed. He wore a denim jacket, jeans, and Timber boots, and, for some reason, had a guitar on his back.
"Well, looky here. It seems the tenth person's here," the wrestler with the guitar said. The nine wrestlers all turned to look at Beowulf. It was time for Beowulf to introduce himself.
"Greetings, lower wrestlers!" Beowulf yelled. "My name is Beowulf. I'm the winner of the Royal Rumble, so when I throw you over the ring, try not to feel too bad. You were all destined to lose to me."
Beowulf waited for a response. After hearing Beowulf's claim, some growled, some glared, but none ignored him, which was what he was aiming for in the first place.
The man with the guitar chuckled. "Is that so?" he asked. "Well then, since you're an annoying piece of crap, I guess me and the boys won't feel a thing when we toss you over the ring."
"You can all try," Beowulf said. "Oh, try and we will succeed," the man with the guitar replied. "Hey, quick question. How are you going to make everyone here your enemy? You never know how the rumble may go. You might need to form some temporary alliances to survive till the very last moment. But you've made that impossible for yourself."
"It doesn't matter. I'll win. I always do," Beowulf replied. The man with the guitar smirked. "We'll see about that. Since you introduced yourself, I reckon I should do the same," he said.
"I am The Song. Remember that."
A screen appeared above the wrestlers. It caught all their attention. "Let's get ready to rumble!" a voice said from the screen, followed by a fire effect. The screen now showed two demons sitting at a desk with microphones in front of them.
The demon on the left was dressed in a black suit with a flaming skull head, and the demon on the right also had a flaming skull head, but his flames were blue, and he wore a dark blue suit.
"Good day, citizens of hell. My name is Daryl," the demon with the yellow flames said. "And I'm Jensen," the demon with the blue flames said.
"And we are your commentators for today's match," Daryl said. "Tell me, Jensen, what type of match are we having today?"
"I'm glad you asked, Daryl because today we are having a qualification match by— Royal Rumble!" Jensen said. A lot of fire effects appeared on the screen.
"Today, in this arena, ten wrestlers will compete in a royal rumble to determine if they are worthy of being a wrestler in the D. W. E. If they aren't— I feel sorry for the nine wrestlers who won't win."
"Let's take a look at the arena. What do you say, Jensen?" Daryl said. "That sounds like a good idea, Daryl," Jensen said. The view on the screen shifted from Daryl and Jensen to the entire arena.
"I'm seeing a lot of empty seats here today, Jensen," Daryl said. "Well, what do you expect? This is a qualification match. No one's going to show up to watch this. Let's look somewhere else," Jensen said.
The view on the screen switched to the roof of the arena, which was covered. "The roof seems closed today," Jensen said. "Of course it's closed. We don't want the ring's power to affect the wrestlers. It's too much for a qualification match," Jensen said.
"Damn. A part of me was hoping to see them fight with the roof open. That would have been quite the show," Daryl said. "Daryl, we see wrestlers fight with the roof down many times; we just won't see it today," Jensen said.
"Never mind that. Let's take a look at the wrestling ring." The view on the screen switched to the wrestling ring. "Ain't that a beauty, Jensen?" Daryl said.
"That it is, Daryl. That it is. Unlike the wrestling rings on Earth, this ring is five times bigger and a lot more durable. It would take a lot to even leave a dent on it," Jensen said.
"Five times? Isn't that too much?" Daryl asked. "Not at all, Daryl. Some rings are ten times the size of Earth's wrestling rings. Besides, wrestling down here is a lot more fun and crazy," Jensen said.
"Ain't that the truth," Daryl said. "I'm bored of exploring the arena. When does the fighting happen?"
"Patience, Daryl. Patience. The wrestlers will begin their match in…" Jensen looked at his watch. "Thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes?" Daryl asked as he groaned. "That's forever from now. I wanna see some action now."
"I'm eager to see some action too, Daryl. Don't worry, it won't be long now. I hope those of you watching have more patience than my co-commentator. Join us in thirty minutes for the Royal Rumble qualification match."
The screen stopped showing the arena and displayed a timer counting down from thirty minutes.
While watching the commentators on the screen, Beowulf realized it was also a form of explanation for the wrestlers. The commentators explained that the arena roof would be closed so the wrestlers could fight without the effects of the ring's power, and that the wrestling ring was five times the size of a wrestling ring on Earth and extremely durable.
Beowulf also recalled one of the commentators saying he felt bad for the nine wrestlers who would lose the Royal Rumble. 'Why would he say that?' Beowulf thought. 'Lenny also warned me not to lose the match. I didn't know demons were so compassionate. It must be because the losers will return to their torment. Yeah, that's gotta be it.'
Moments passed, and the screen showed five minutes remaining. Beowulf wondered how they would be called out. They had their tickets. Would they be announced like he was when he was on Earth in the W.W.U.? If that was the case, he had to prepare for his entrance.
One minute remained. Beowulf guessed the first wrestlers to be called would be the ones with the number 1 and the number 2 tickets. He didn't know who they were. He would have asked, but he had made more than half the room hate him.
Five seconds remained. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Beowulf expected the first two wrestlers to be announced, but that wasn't what happened. Two wrestlers in the room were suddenly surrounded by a tornado of flames and disappeared.
The screen stopped showing the timer and switched to the large wrestling ring. The two wrestlers who had disappeared from the room appeared in the ring after a tornado of flames swirled around them.
"The Royal Rumble has begun, starting with— The Song! Aaaaand— Lightning Mike!" Daryl announced.