The chest of the long-haired twin had smoke coming from it. The flaming chain had left a burnt mark, and the sound waves from the song had left a large bruise.
Behind the long-haired twin was Beowulf, who was grabbing him with his claws, puncturing the elbow joints and preventing him from escaping.
The long-haired twin turned to Beowulf. A tear rolled down his face. He tried to speak, but the pain from the direct attack of the two weapons silenced him. All he could do was groan, but Beowulf had a pretty good idea of what the long-haired twin was trying to say.
His facial expression said it all. He wore a look of hate, annoyance, and agonizing pain. His eyebrows furrowed and twitched, and a tear continuously rolled down from one eye. It was clear what he wanted to say—a sentence that started with the capital F.
"Sorry, buddy, but better me than you," Beowulf said. Beowulf peeked in front of the long-haired twin and saw The Heat and The Song preparing for another attack.
"Just gotta push through it!" Beowulf kept running forward, holding the long-haired twin in front of him. The flaming chain and sound waves came toward them, crashing into the long-haired twin and pushing both him and Beowulf back a few feet.
As soon as the momentum pushing them backward ended, Beowulf began running toward The Song and The Heat. Their attacks continued, but the long-haired twin took all the damage while Beowulf pushed through.
His persistence had been rewarded, as he was now a few feet away from The Song and The Heat. 'Now!' Beowulf screamed internally as he let go of the long-haired twin and kicked him toward The Heat.
The Heat responded by throwing out the flaming chains toward the long-haired twin. The flaming chain wrapped around the twin's arms, burning him and pulling him closer.
The Heat wrapped part of the chain from his wrist to his elbow. It seemed he couldn't be hurt by his own flames. When the long-haired twin was just inches away, The Heat struck him with a lariat, using the flaming chain wrapped around his arm, knocking the long-haired twin to the canvas and leaving a huge burn mark on his face.
Meanwhile, Beowulf charged toward The Song. The Song was moments away from striking the strings on his guitar. "Oh no you don't!" Beowulf yelled.
He reached The Song and used his claws to strike vertically at The Song's guitar. As he did, sound waves far greater than any previously seen crashed into Beowulf, sending him flying high into the air and landing a great distance away. The Song began to laugh. "Oh, this is just too good. All that effort, all for nothing," The Song mocked.
Beowulf slowly got to his feet and gave The Song a look of defiance. His eyes narrowed, his stare blank. "I'll wipe that look off your face!" The Song exclaimed.
He struck the strings on his guitar, but nothing happened; he couldn't even feel the strings anymore. He looked down at his guitar and found the strings had snapped, each one rolled to the opposite side. He turned his gaze to Beowulf, who was now laughing.
"You were saying something about wiping the smile off my face. Look! I'm still smiling!" Beowulf exclaimed, still laughing. The Song turned his head to The Heat with a look that said, "Do something!"
"I'm on it!" The Heat replied. Part of the flaming chain was still wrapped around the fallen long-haired twin, burning his arm and keeping him in agonizing pain as he screamed.
The screams didn't seem to bother The Heat one bit. He bent down to unwrap the chain, but his head crashed down to the canvas after being stomped on by The Tough Guy.
The Heat got on all fours and looked up at The Tough Guy, who had a burn mark on his face and looked pissed. "You just made a huge mistake!" The Heat exclaimed.
"That's funny; I was just about to say the same thing," The Tough Guy said, smirking. The Heat felt something crash down on him with great force, knocking him out in the process.
The object that had landed on The Heat was revealed to be the short-haired twin. He had used the ropes to perform an aerial slam on The Heat, similar to what The Song had done to Beowulf, but instead of using interlocked fists, the short-haired twin had used his elbow to land directly on the back of The Heat's head, knocking him out and extinguishing the flames on the chain.
The short-haired twin quickly rolled over to the arm of The Heat, which the chain was wrapped around. He positioned himself on The Heat's back, opposite the direction The Heat was facing, and pulled his arm with both hands and full force, bending it in the process.
"Well, what are you waiting for? That's your cue!" the short-haired twin exclaimed to The Tough Guy. The Tough Guy quickly knelt beside The Heat and began unwrapping the chain that was wrapped around The Heat's arm.
"Look at this, Jensen! The Tough Guy and one of the twins have formed some sort of alliance!" Jensen exclaimed.
"I suspect it's a very temporary alliance, Daryl. The Heat took something that belonged to them! For The Tough Guy, it was his chain, and for the twin, it was his brother! Makes sense for them to join forces, but after they've gotten what they want, it's every man for himself as usual!" Jensen replied.
The Tough Guy had finished his part of the deal. Now, The Tough Guy was almost done unwrapping the part of the chain The Heat held onto. Only the portion wrapped around The Heat's fist remained.
"You think it's going to be that easy?" The Heat muttered, waking up. The flames on the chain reappeared, burning The Tough Guy's hands and forcing him to drop the chain.
The Heat grinned. "I just got this new toy, and there's no way I'm ever giving it up!"
"Yeah? We'll see about that," The Tough Guy said. He took deep breaths, bracing himself. "Let's do this!" The Tough Guy grabbed the flaming chain. He felt unimaginable pain as his fingers burned and his skin sizzled. He clenched his teeth and pulled with all his might.
With the short-haired twin holding The Heat in a submission hold, it was only a matter of The Tough Guy enduring the pain to retrieve his chain, which was no easy task. The Tough Guy pulled and yanked the chain off The Heat's fist. He collapsed on the canvas, tossing the chain aside as it ceased to burn.
"INCREDIBLE!" Daryl yelled, standing up from his seat. "Did you see that, Jensen? Did you see that?"
"I saw it, Daryl; you don't have to ask twice," Jensen answered. "The level of endurance one must have to grab those flaming chains is unheard of. Finally, The Tough Guy earns his name. Until now, he's been fighting like a little wimp!" Daryl exclaimed.
"Couldn't have said it better myself! Let's turn our attention to another battle!" Jensen said. That's when the two announcers noticed that The Song was hanging onto one of the ropes in the wrestling ring.
Beowulf stood inside the ring, inches away from The Song. The Song shook his head in refusal, but Beowulf just smirked. He brought out his claw and swiped at The Song's hand, causing him to let go and fall into the sea of suffering.