"AHHHH, my back," Beowulf said weakly. His eyes were closed; he opened them slowly to find quite a sight in front of him. All the wrestlers were in disarray.
Some were resting on the wrestling ring's poles; others were at the center, like The Song.
"How did he get over there?" Beowulf asked. He thought about it some more and realized that when the sound wave hit them all at once and sent them flying to the edges of the ring, The Song must have hit the ring's ropes and come flying back to the center.
The elastic ropes were super strong, after all.
"That was quite the shock wave, Jensen!" Daryl announced.
"I think you mean sound wave, Daryl!" Jensen corrected.
"Potayto puhtahto! Switching topics now! Tell me, Jensen, what do you think about Beowulf, huh? He shows real potential, don't you think?" Daryl asked.
"Potential is exactly the word to use when describing Beowulf! The determination, the stubbornness, the intellect. I'd bet all my money that Beowulf will win this match and become the new member of the D.W.E.!" Jensen declared.
"Really, Jensen!? Then let's do it—let's bet all our money that Beowulf becomes the winner of the Royal Rumble! I'll be betting no!" Daryl proposed.
"Uuhhhhhhh… Oh look, it seems that The Tough Guy is hanging on for dear life on one of the ropes," Jensen announced, avoiding Daryl's proposal.
What Jensen had announced was true. Beowulf saw The Tough Guy holding onto the ropes with half of his body horizontally outside the wrestling ring and the other half still in the ring.
When the sound wave sent all the wrestlers flying, The Tough Guy had flown over the ring but quickly caught onto one of the ropes.
"Should I go for him, or should I leave him at the mercy of another wrestler?" Beowulf thought.
The wrestling ring was quite large; it would take some time for Beowulf to reach him, as he was way on the other end. It made more sense for Beowulf to go after The Song, who was much closer to him.
Beowulf grinned after choosing to go for the latter. He would get payback at The Song using his own weapon against him—well, two weapons against him.
Beowulf had acquired two weapons from two different wrestlers: a seemingly indestructible guitar that produced sound waves that hurt like fists, and a chain that had no stretching limit, at least as far as Beowulf could tell.
With these two weapons, Beowulf could see himself doing some real damage.
He got up and approached The Song. The Song lay face-flat on the wrestling ring. Beowulf wasn't sure if The Song even knew that Beowulf was standing above him.
"Doesn't matter. I'm going to throw you over the ring. But first…" Beowulf held the guitar with both of his hands. "I'm going to inflict a little of the pain you inflicted on me."
Beowulf raised the guitar above his head and was about to smash the guitar on the probably unconscious wrestler.
The mini-timer started.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
A tornado of flames appeared in front of Beowulf and beside The Song. Beowulf shielded his eyes from the flames and waited to see what wrestler would appear.
The tornado of flames stopped. Beowulf removed his hand, which he had used to shield his eyes from the bright light of the flames. He was stunned by what he saw in front of him.
"This is a surprise," Beowulf said.
"Do my non-existent eyes deceive me, Jensen!?" Daryl asked, referring to the figure that had a flaming skull for a head and didn't have any eyes. "Two wrestlers!? And they're… twins!?"
"That's right, Daryl! Introducing The Twins!" Jensen announced. "I'm not going to lie, Daryl. I was hoping they'd call themselves something impressive, but it's just The Twins! Nothing else, no last name, just The Twins!"
Beowulf could feel Jensen's disappointment. The Twins were the ninth and tenth wrestlers, meaning there wouldn't be any more wrestlers summoned to the ring.
The Twins in front of Beowulf looked identical to each other except for some minor differences. One of the twins had short black hair, and the other had long black hair that reached past his neck.
They both wore purple and white wrestling tights, with the colors inverted from each other.
"Listen, I'll deal with the two of you later. Right now, this guy that's taking a nap—well, I need to teach him a lesson. So shoo," Beowulf said, waving his hand at them, telling them to scram.
The Twins looked at each other and both smiled.
"What do you say we teach this bozo in front of us a lesson, bro?" the short-haired twin asked.
"You read my mind, bro," the long-haired twin answered.
The long-haired twin ran past Beowulf.
"It seems your brother has some common sense. You, on the other hand, not so much," Beowulf said to the short-haired twin.
"I'll get rid of you quickly." Beowulf was about to smash The Song's guitar on the short-haired twin when he felt a powerful hit on his back, causing him to fly forward.
He coughed up blood. It turned out that when the long-haired twin ran past Beowulf, he wasn't running away but was instead running towards the ring's ropes, which he used to launch himself at great speed towards Beowulf and perform a dropkick on him.
Beowulf flew toward the short-haired twin. The short-haired twin performed a lariat on Beowulf's neck, causing Beowulf to land on the wrestling ring canvas and bounce off.
Before Beowulf could land back on the canvas for the second time, the short-haired twin caught both of his legs, bent backward, and threw Beowulf behind him.
Beowulf, flying behind the short-haired twin, was greeted by a flying kick to the face by the long-haired twin. Beowulf flew backward and was hit by another lariat from the short-haired twin, causing him to crash face-first into the ring.
"Okay, these two might be trouble," Beowulf grunted.