Beowulf held The Song's guitar in his hand as he stood over him. "This feels nice," Beowulf said, swinging the guitar in his hands. "No wonder he had so much fun hitting me with this. Now it's my turn."
Beowulf lifted the guitar over his head and was about to slam it into The Song once more. Then he was body-tackled by The Wrecker. Beowulf fell on the wrestling ring's canvas and lost his new guitar.
"Damn it!" Beowulf cursed. "No one can get anything done without being interrupted in a royal rumble."
The mini-timer started.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
A new wrestler appeared in the wrestling ring engulfed in a tornado of flames.
The sixth wrestler didn't seem to have anything special about him. His height was below average, being close to a dwarf, and he wore wrestling trunks with no boots.
Lightning Mike still lay on the canvas after the guitar hit from The Song but was slowly getting up. As he did, his head shook violently and his whole body jittered.
The sixth wrestler saw what would happen if he touched Lightning Mike, so he chose to ignore him. He decided to search for someone else to wrestle with.
The Wrecker was about to stomp on Beowulf when the sixth wrestler jumped on The Wrecker's back, interlocking his fingers on The Wrecker's chest and his legs around The Wrecker.
"It looks like the sixth wrestler, Grappler, has found his first victim, The Wrecker!" Daryl announced.
"Oooh, it seems so, Jensen. I kinda pity The Wrecker! When Grappler gets a hold of someone, it's near impossible to get him off!" Jensen announced.
Grappler held on tightly to The Wrecker, causing him to move away from Beowulf.
"Get off me!" The Wrecker yelled. He tried to break the lock Grappler had on his chest, but Grappler quickly moved his hands from The Wrecker's chest and put a headlock around The Wrecker's neck.
Now The Wrecker was struggling for air. He tried grabbing Grappler's face but failed. Grappler kept evading The Wrecker's grabs. The Wrecker knelt on the wrestling ring's canvas and rested his hands on it.
His face was starting to change color due to the lack of air he was getting. He looked around him. The ring's poles were too far to reach. He wanted to slam his back on one of them with Grappler still on his back, but that didn't seem possible.
He was starting to see black and would soon lose consciousness. If he couldn't use the poles to get Grappler off his back, then he'd just have to use the ring's canvas.
He got up on his feet, which was no small task with Grappler still giving him a headlock. He jumped and landed on his back. He couldn't feel Grappler on his back anymore.
'Did it work?' The Wrecker thought.
No, he should have still felt Grappler on his back. The Wrecker then felt pain in his right ankle. He looked at his feet and was shocked by what he found.
He saw Grappler clung to his right leg, twisting his ankle.
"AAAHHHHH!" The Wrecker screamed in pain.
The Wrecker tried using his other leg to kick Grappler, but Grappler jumped from The Wrecker's right leg and jumped to his left one. Grappler began twisting The Wrecker's left ankle just as he was twisting his right.
The Wrecker slammed his back into the canvas. He clenched his teeth, veins popped on his head, and sweat continuously ran down his face. It was obvious Grappler's twist on The Wrecker's ankle was excruciating.
The Wrecker tried reaching Grappler with his left hand, but Grappler grabbed The Wrecker's hand, used his legs to interlock The Wrecker's arms, laid on the ring's canvas, and pulled.
"AHHHH!" The Wrecker screamed.
"It seems Grappler is using the armbar on The Wrecker! That looks mighty painful, Jensen!" Daryl announced.
"I'm sure it is, Jensen! I would not want to be The Wrecker right now! I bet he is in a world of pain!" The Wrecker continued screaming; the pain was unbearable, it felt like his arm could tear off at any moment.
Then Beowulf kicked Grappler off The Wrecker's arm. "Sorry, little guy, but in a royal rumble, it's every wrestler for themselves," Beowulf said.
Beowulf carried Grappler by his trunks and grabbed his neck. Beowulf ran to one of the ring's ropes and reached it. He was about to throw Grappler off the ring, but Grappler broke off Beowulf's grasp, moved to his back, and gave him a headlock just like he had done to The Wrecker.
Beowulf knelt and struggled to breathe. He went to grab Grappler with both of his hands. Grappler tried to evade Beowulf's grab.
"Oh no, you don't," Beowulf said with a muffled voice.
Beowulf's fingernails elongated and turned solid black, becoming claws. His claws dug into Grappler's ribs as he grabbed him. During the match, Beowulf had unconsciously made his claws disappear from his fingers.
It took a while for him to recreate the feeling of how he had first brought them out. It was hard at first, but he was getting the hang of it. Grappler tried to wiggle his way out of Beowulf's grasp, but with Beowulf's claws embedded into him, it proved to be impossible.
Beowulf slowly got up with Grappler still giving him a headlock. Beowulf slowly walked over to the ropes and used all his might to get Grappler off his neck with his claws embedded in him. He succeeded. Beowulf now held Grappler above his head.
Grappler tried to escape, but Beowulf didn't let him. He held onto Grappler with his claws still in him.
"AAHHHH!" Beowulf screamed as he hurled Grappler out of the ring.
Grappler landed on the Sea of Suffering, and what had happened to The Hippo happened to him. The souls grabbed him, his skin turned pale white, and he sank into the Sea of Suffering.
After throwing Grappler off the ring, Beowulf turned to The Wrecker, who was in a sitting position.
"I'd say you're welcome, but you're next," Beowulf said.