The souls of the Sea of Suffering rushed towards Lightning Mike just as they had done with The Hippo and Grappler. His skin turned pale white, and he sank into the sea.
The Song briefly spun his guitar with a single finger before catching it. He grinned. "Looks like you were right, claw boy. I was the best person to take him out," The Song said gleefully.
The mini-timer had started.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
A man with flaming red hair appeared in the ring, wearing tights and wristbands. Beowulf saw the eighth wrestler and waited for Daryl and Jensen to announce him.
'I wonder what dumb wrestling name he's got. Let me guess… The Wild One or The Red,' Beowulf thought.
"The eighth wrestler, The Heat, has arrived in the ring!" Daryl announced.
"Of course," Beowulf said, rolling his eyes, clearly not impressed.
He sensed an approaching object coming towards his face and quickly rolled out of the way.
"Where are you looking, claw boy? I may not have been able to keep my promise of making you the first wrestler to be eliminated, but I'm definitely gonna be the one who throws you over," The Song said.
"I told you, my name isn't Claw Boy; it's…"
"Wolf Boy. Right, I forgot," The Song interrupted Beowulf. Beowulf gritted his teeth, then he took a deep breath and exhaled. 'Calm down; he's just taunting you. Too bad for him—I'm the master of taunting.'
Beowulf got up from the floor, ready to annoy the hell out of The Song.
"What kind of wrestling name is The Song, anyway? Let me guess, you're a washed-up failed musician who gave wrestling a try, and you sucked at it too," Beowulf taunted.
The Song's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, it seems I hit a nerve. I'm right, aren't I? I'd tell you to write a song about how I'm about to clobber you, but seeing how you're going to be spending eternity in the Sea of Suffering—I guess you can't. I'm sure the song would've sucked anyway."
The Song stared intensely at Beowulf. Veins popped on his head, and his teeth showed as he gritted them. Beowulf's taunt had worked far more than he expected it to.
He gave himself a well-deserved smirk. Then something surprising happened. The Song began chuckling.
"Oh, you've done it now, claw boy," The Song said. "You wanna hear me play? Then you decide if I 'suck' like you say I do."
The Song started playing a few chords. Beowulf listened, and honestly, it wasn't bad. But it wasn't great either. 'Wait! What the hell am I doing?' Beowulf thought.
'I'm in a wrestling match, not at a concert of some good-enough musician.' Beowulf began approaching The Song, then The Song struck the chords of his guitar with full force. A ripple of sound waves came crashing into Beowulf, pushing him slightly backward.
"I bet that surprised you, didn't it? Well, there's a lot more where that came from," The Song said. The Song struck his guitar strings repeatedly in a fast motion.
Ripples of sound waves, far smaller than the last one Beowulf had experienced, kept coming from the guitar and hitting Beowulf all over.
They really hurt. Beowulf crossed his arms, trying to defend himself from the sound ripples, but the waves kept hitting him. It was like punches that kept hitting, except Beowulf was too slow to evade them and couldn't grab or deflect them.
He tried grabbing the sound waves and failed. It wasn't solid, after all, leaving Beowulf with few options to defend himself.
"Enough!" Beowulf yelled in frustration.
He brought out his claws and charged straight for The Song. The small sound waves kept hitting his body, but he ignored them all, no matter how much they hurt.
He was a few inches away from The Song and was in the process of swiping one of his claws at him. The Song quickly stopped playing at a fast pace and struck his guitar with all his strength, causing a large sound wave to come out from the guitar and crash into Beowulf.
Beowulf lay on the wrestling ring several feet away from The Song. The Song started playing his guitar in a fast motion once more, and the tiny sound waves kept hitting Beowulf as he remained on the wrestling ring's canvas.
"What do you think of my music, huh, claw boy?" The Song asked. Beowulf kept grunting in pain. "You never should have insulted me. Just lay there and take my punishment!"
Beowulf clenched his teeth and tightened his fists. He couldn't see a way out of this. He couldn't dodge or counter the attacks.
"That stupid guitar. If I could just get it away from him," Beowulf muttered.
"Wait!" Beowulf said, realizing something. He looked at his left wrist and saw that he still had the chain from The Tough Guy.
He got up to his knees, and with the constant sound wave attacks repeatedly hitting him, he felt that he could drop to his knees at any moment.
Beowulf whipped the chain toward The Song but wasn't aiming for him. He was aiming for The Song's guitar.
The chain extended and wrapped tightly around The Song's guitar, preventing him from playing, thereby stopping the constant sound wave attacks that Beowulf had been experiencing.
Beowulf pulled on the chain using both his hands. The Song held onto his guitar as tightly as he could, but in a battle of strength between the two wrestlers, it seemed that Beowulf was superior.
The chain, along with The Song's guitar, retracted toward Beowulf. Beowulf caught the guitar with his left hand.
"You want to know what I think about your music?" Beowulf asked. "It sucks!"
Beowulf threw the guitar high into the air with the chain wrapped around it. The chain elongated and pushed the guitar further into the air.
Now the guitar was almost touching the roof of the arena. Beowulf pulled on the chain with both hands and dragged the guitar back down.
The guitar traveled down at great speed. The side containing the strings slammed into the center of the ring. The guitar bounced, and as it did, a single ripple of a sound wave traveled from the center, spreading throughout the entire wrestling ring and crashing into every wrestler, pushing them to the edges of the wrestling ring.