The Song stared intensely at Beowulf, and Beowulf kept smirking as he pointed The Song's guitar right at his face. Beowulf was loving the situation. Throughout the match, he had never seen The Song so furious.
Sure, when he taunted him a little earlier, The Song showed slight hints of anger and annoyance, but now The Song was looking at Beowulf with great hate and disgust.
It looked like The Song was planning out scenarios for the most painful ways to kill Beowulf, and this made Beowulf gleeful. There was a certain joy that came from a taunt working on an opponent.
It was an achievement, a sign that you got through their armor and under their skin. When that happened, the opponent would make predictable moves, making it easier to take them down.
With this knowledge, Beowulf became somewhat of a master of taunting. Annoying people wasn't just a skill; it was also really fun, although sometimes his taunts would backfire.
Beowulf hoped this wasn't one of those times. The Song looked down at the floor and started to chuckle, causing Beowulf to raise an eyebrow.
"As much as I would love the pleasure of beating you to a pulp for taking what's mine, there's someone else who's just as mad," The Song said.
"Heh. What are you talking ab….." Beowulf was interrupted by The Tough Guy, who ran past him, grabbed his head with both hands and slammed Beowulf's head and chest onto the wrestling ring's canvas.
Beowulf's face rested on the canvas. He groaned and turned his body over, his back now resting on the wrestling ring's canvas as he looked up at The Song and The Tough Guy.
"An R… K… O. Seriously?" Beowulf said. "I freaking hate that move."
"I'll be taking back my chain now!" The Tough Guy said. He went to pick up his chain, which was wrapped around Beowulf's fist. Just as The Tough Guy was about to place his hands on the chain, Beowulf whipped it at him, wrapping it around his arm.
Beowulf yanked The Tough Guy closer to him. The Tough Guy's face was now inches away from Beowulf's chest. Beowulf interlocked his legs around The Tough Guy's head.
The Tough Guy was now held in place by Beowulf's legs. Beowulf used The Song's guitar to repeatedly strike The Tough Guy's head. "HAHAHA, how do you like that?" Beowulf said, laughing.
The Tough Guy's body fell onto the canvas. He was either knocked out or extremely hurt. The Song stomped on Beowulf's wrist that held the guitar. "AAHHHHH!" Beowulf screamed in pain.
"Your dirty hands shouldn't be holding what isn't yours. Seriously, let it go!" The Song said.
Beowulf laughed. "Like I said earlier. Come and get it," Beowulf said. The Song stomped his boots on Beowulf's wrist three more times. Beowulf screamed each time he did, but he didn't let go of the guitar.
"You want to be stubborn? Fine! I'll just pry it from you," The Song said. As he was about to touch Beowulf's hands, dark, solid claws shot out from Beowulf's fingernails.
This made it impossible for The Song to pry his guitar from Beowulf without doing some serious damage to his fingers. The Song looked at Beowulf and saw a smirk on his face.
"Ahhhhh!" The Song let out a scream of frustration and stomped on Beowulf's face, sending him into a daze as his vision blurred and his hearing became muffled.
Beowulf quickly shook off his daze. 'I need to focus. The Song will hit me again soon. First thing's first, I need to get this guy off me,' Beowulf thought, referring to The Tough Guy, who was resting between his legs.
'Then I need to avoid The Song's next attack. Maybe I can roll over or something.' Beowulf looked to his sides, expecting an attack but didn't see The Song.
'Speaking of The Song, where is he? I expected more stomps from him, but I don't see him. Not that I'm complaining.'
"Hey, clever boy! Over here!" The Song yelled. Beowulf turned his head to where The Song's voice had come from. He saw that The Song was sitting on one of the ring's posts with his feet on the second layer of ropes.
'He's not going to do what I think he's going to do, is he?' Beowulf thought. "There's no way. The wrestling ring's a hundred feet wide, and he's too far away." Then Beowulf remembered just how powerful those ropes were.
If The Song was planning what Beowulf thought he was planning, then Beowulf would be in a world of hurt in a few moments. The Song stopped sitting on the ring's post and climbed to the top of the ropes connected by a post.
He squatted and jumped off the ropes. The ropes propelled him upward at an angle toward Beowulf at incredible speed. The Song was now descending on Beowulf, with his hands forward, fingers interlocked and clenched.
'So that's how he attacked me last time. He went for an aerial slam. By the height, if he lands on me, that's really gonna hurt. I gotta roll over,' Beowulf thought.
In the midst of attempting to roll over, The Tough Guy quickly escapes Beowulf's leg hold by pushing his whole body away from him. He then used both legs to wrap around one of Beowulf's legs, trapping him and preventing him from rolling over to escape.
'Was this their plan all along!?'
Beowulf tried breaking free from The Tough Guy's hold, but The Tough Guy placed immense pressure on Beowulf's knees with his submission, causing Beowulf to scream and fall back onto the wrestling ring's canvas.
As he did, The Song landed on Beowulf. His clenched and interlocked fists slammed down on his chest, and his elbows crashed into Beowulf's face. Beowulf had been aerial slammed a lot during his time in the W.W.U., but never like this. It was as if a car had landed from his chest to his face.
Both of Beowulf's fists dropped onto the ring, and his body remained unmoving. "I think that did it," The Tough Guy said. "Yeah. He's not getting up for a while. Come on, let's get our stuff back," The Song said.
The Tough Guy released his hold on Beowulf and walked with The Song to his side. The Song was about to pick up his guitar, and The Tough Guy did the same for his chain.
But just as they were about to retrieve their weapons, The Heat appeared at The Tough Guy's side, using the ring's ropes to propel himself and slam The Tough Guy's head onto the wrestling ring's canvas with his palm.
"Mind if I cut in?" The Heat asked, smiling sadistically. He pressed his palm onto The Tough Guy's face, and smoke began to rise from it, accompanied by the smell of burning skin.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The Tough Guy screamed in agony, while The Heat stared at The Song, who was surprised to find The Heat next to him.
'Wasn't he fighting The Wrecker?' The Song thought. "Would you look at that, Jensen!? Another elimination, and it's The Wrecker!" Daryl announced. The Song looked all over the wrestling ring and saw that The Wrecker was nowhere to be found.
The Song couldn't see him, but The Wrecker had been thrown over the ring, floating on the ring of suffering with third-degree burns all over his skin. He groaned weakly.
When the souls came to drag him under, he didn't resist like the previous wrestlers. He just didn't have the strength. His skin turned pale white, and he was dragged down by the souls.
The Heat took his gaze off The Song and set his sights on the chain wrapped around Beowulf's wrist. He grinned. He unwrapped the chain on Beowulf's wrist with one hand while still holding The Tough Guy down and burning his face.
The Heat let go of The Tough Guy's face as he stood with the chain in his other hand, its long links dangling.
The chain in The Heat's hand began to light up in flames but didn't start melting away like the layers of metal The Wrecker used to protect himself.
The grin on The Heat's face grew wider. He was very pleased with the result. His gaze turned from the chain back to The Song.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," The Heat said as he whipped the flaming chain toward The Song.