"Did you see that, Jensen!?" Daryl asked his co-commentator.
"I did, Daryl, and it was incredible," Jensen replied. "Their teamwork, their coordination... it's like they can read each other's minds!"
"Well, they ARE twins, Jensen! Maybe that's the case!?" Daryl screamed.
"Oh, please! Don't tell me you believe in that crap!" Jensen said.
"Well, how do you explain what those two just did!?" Daryl asked.
"I don't know, Daryl! But whatever they're doing, they're really giving it to Beowulf. I almost feel sorry for him. He's taking on both of them at the same time!" Jensen said.
Beowulf knelt on the wrestling ring's canvas, supported by his hands. He tried to get up, getting on one knee but was kicked in the face by the long-haired twin, sending him back onto the ring with his back to the canvas.
The short-haired twin stood beside the fallen Beowulf, raised his foot, and landed it on Beowulf's shoulder. Beowulf jerked up in pain. The short-haired twin stomped three more times, and Beowulf jerked up each time in response to the pain.
The short-haired twin dragged Beowulf by the arm, pulling him to sit upright. Beowulf received a straight kick to the face, powered by a launch using the ring's ropes.
The back of Beowulf's head hit the canvas with incredible speed, followed by a loud thump. "AHHHHH! These bastards are persistent. They really want to keep me down," Beowulf thought.
"Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to antagonize everyone in that room." Beowulf had started to regret his earlier actions. While lying on the floor, Beowulf decided to check on the other fights in the match.
He turned his head to the side to observe. He saw The Wrecker and The Heat wrestling. Apparently, The Heat had some fire abilities. "That must be how he came up with his name," he thought.
The Wrecker and The Heat had interlocked fingers and were engaging in a pushing match. The Wrecker seemed to be winning.
The Wrecker had shielded his hands with a layer of metal, and The Heat seemed to be continuously burning his hands. The Heat didn't seem to feel pain from the fire emanating from him, but The Wrecker was clearly affected.
The fire from The Heat was slowly melting the layer of metal protecting The Wrecker's hands, turning it into liquid that dripped onto the wrestling ring's floor.
The Wrecker might have been winning in strength against The Heat, but Beowulf suspected that might change once The Wrecker's metal was completely liquefied by The Heat's fire.
He moved his eyes to look for the remaining wrestlers. The Song still lay on the wrestling canvas, looking unconscious from the last sound wave attack from his guitar, and The Tough Guy was twisted between the three ropes on one side of the ring.
"Are those two completely useless without their weapons?" Beowulf thought. "Wait, their weapons!" Beowulf shifted his head to look at one of his hands.
He had The Tough Guy's chain wrapped around his wrist and The Song's guitar clenched in his fist. With these two items, Beowulf felt hopeful he could get out of The Twins' trap.
Beowulf sat upright as the long-haired twin approached, preparing for a kick powered by a launch using the ring's ropes. Beowulf quickly blocked the incoming kick by placing the guitar in front of him.
The long-haired twin's foot hit the strings of the guitar, causing a ripple of a sound wave to knock him far back. Beowulf used the opportunity to jump to his feet.
The short-haired twin was beside Beowulf and charged toward him with his arm extended, attempting a lariat.
Seeing this, Beowulf quickly dropped the guitar and whipped the chain toward the short-haired twin. The chain elongated and wrapped around the arm that the short-haired twin had extended.
Beowulf pulled the twin close to him with the chain and quickly picked up the guitar with his other hand. The short-haired twin flew toward him, and when he was inches away, Beowulf slammed the guitar down on him.
A huge thump echoed, and the short-haired twin didn't look like he'd be getting up anytime soon.
With the chain still wrapped around the twin, Beowulf used its strength to yank the short-haired twin into the air and then swung the guitar, smacking the twin far away. The twin flew across the ring as the chain unwrapped from his arm.
Beowulf now held The Tough Guy's chain in one hand and The Song's guitar in the other. He spread them both out, looking around, inviting anyone who wanted to challenge him.
"Who else wants some!?" Beowulf screamed. None of the wrestlers responded.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" a voice screamed. Beowulf turned toward the sound. He saw that it was The Wrecker. The Heat had completely melted the metal layer around The Wrecker's hands, and flames from The Heat's hands were burning The Wrecker's flesh.
The Wrecker dropped to one knee, struggling to break free from The Heat's grasp, but The Heat refused to let go. The Heat smiled, revealing his teeth, and began laughing uncontrollably.
It was clear he enjoyed inflicting excruciating pain on The Wrecker. "That poor bastard," Beowulf said, feeling a tinge of sympathy. "But I'm not getting in the middle of that."
Beowulf looked at The Twins lying on the wrestling ring's canvas. He'd dealt significant damage to both of them, and it might take them a while to get back up.
He turned his gaze and saw The Tough Guy untangling himself from the ring ropes. "Makes sense for me to go for the guy that's closest to the edge of the ring," Beowulf said.
Beowulf began walking toward The Tough Guy but stopped as he sensed something above him. He raised the guitar to block an attack.
It was The Song, with his fists clenched, striking the back of the guitar, not the strings. The Song landed in front of Beowulf.
"So you can wrestle without your guitar. Good for you. I was starting to think you were a one-trick pony," Beowulf taunted.
The Song pointed to the guitar that Beowulf held. "That's mine!" The Song exclaimed.
"Well then…" Beowulf said, pointing the guitar toward The Song's face. "Come and get it." Beowulf grinned.