While The Heat, The Tough Guy, and The Twins were in their own battle, Beowulf was facing off against The Song. Beowulf was several feet away from The Song, and the strings of The Song's guitar were severed thanks to Beowulf using his claws.
"I need to close the distance between us," Beowulf thought. He looked behind him and saw the ring's ropes, then looked at both of his claws. He smirked, having come up with an idea.
"Time to put these things to good use!" He ran to the ring's ropes, turned his back, and crashed into them. The ropes shot him straight at The Song with incredible speed, like a slingshot.
In mid-air, while Beowulf was flying toward The Song, he brought his hands out to the side along with his claws. When Beowulf was about to crash into The Song, he swung both of his claws in an X shape.
He struck the guitar that The Song used to shield himself. The Song skidded back, and Beowulf landed on all fours. "Strange. That's the second time this has happened," Beowulf muttered.
He looked up and saw a sight that caused him to smile. The guitar The Song used to block Beowulf's claw attack was damaged for the first time since the start of the match.
The back of the guitar showed two claw marks crossing each other in the shape of an X, and the marks were deep. "Looks like a couple more attacks like that could destroy that guitar," Beowulf muttered.
He began to rub his jaw. "Hmm, what do I call this move? Let's see. With these claws, I'm kind of like an animal, and using them with those ropes, it's like I'm lunging after prey."
Beowulf snapped his fingers. "I got it! I'll call it the Prowler's Pounce. Yeah, that'll catch on."
"Hey, claw boy! You plan on talking to yourself all day!?" The Song exclaimed, taunting Beowulf. Beowulf looked straight at The Song, his smirk still in place.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I just wanted to give you a moment with you and your soon-to-be-destroyed guitar," Beowulf replied. Beowulf extended his hand out along with his claws. The Song was quite a distance away from Beowulf due to his Prowler's Pounce.
Beowulf would have to run to him, and he did. In the middle of his run, Beowulf felt the same primal instinct he'd felt earlier, urging him to get on all fours. The feeling still felt ridiculous to Beowulf, but the last time he'd listened to it, he'd managed to evade two simultaneous attacks from both The Song and The Heat, so he decided to trust it.
He got on all fours and ran towards The Song. Strangely, he felt faster running like this. It shouldn't have been possible, but it was. He didn't just feel faster running on all fours; he felt right, like this was how he was supposed to be running, like he'd been running this way his entire life — but he knew that wasn't so.
He finally reached The Song. As he did, he leaped from the ground and swiped both of his claws at The Song. The Song responded by using his guitar to block Beowulf's attacks.
As he did, the guitar didn't receive any damage, and The Song was shielded from Beowulf's attacks. Beowulf looked stunned, and The Song grinned.
With both hands, The Song lifted his guitar and smashed it into one of Beowulf's shoulders. Beowulf felt the great impact of the guitar crash into his shoulder and knock him down to his knees.
The Song then swung his guitar like a bat, hitting Beowulf's face and sending him flying away. Beowulf's body flew and bounced twice off the wrestling ring's canvas before finally coming to a stop.
Beowulf groaned as he lifted himself with one hand. "Ugh. Hurts every time," Beowulf muttered. "I guess that attack only works when I'm launching myself using the ring's ropes."
He looked forward and saw the ring's ropes were now too far from him. "That's not a problem at all." He grinned. Beowulf got on all fours once more and ran toward the ring's ropes.
Upon reaching them, he used the Prowler's Pounce again: using the ropes to launch himself toward The Song and attack with his claws. As his claws made contact with The Song's guitar once more, small pieces of wood started to fall off of it.
Beowulf's grin widened. He didn't bother taking a swing at The Song. Instead, he ran to another one of the ring's ropes and performed his Prowler's Pounce again.
Beowulf was in the air, a few feet away from crashing into The Song. He brought out his claws and swiped at The Song, but this time, The Song, instead of blocking the attack like before, rolled over and narrowly avoided Beowulf's claw strike.
"Damn it!" Beowulf cursed. "Looks like he's wised up. Let's see just how long he can keep dodging me." After missing The Song, Beowulf landed close to one of the ring's ropes. He ran on all fours to it and performed his Prowler's Pounce once more. As he approached, The Song managed to roll away from the attack again. Beowulf growled in anger, another action he found strange but ignored. He landed close to one of the ring's ropes and turned back to look at The Song.
The Song was panting and on one knee. This sight caused Beowulf to chuckle. "I knew it! It's taking a lot out of him to dodge my pounces," Beowulf said.
With this confirmed realization, Beowulf continued performing his Prowler's Pounces again and again. The Song managed to dodge five more of Beowulf's pounces.
"Huh, not bad. With the speed I'm moving, it's amazing he's able to dodge them. I guess he's kind of a decent wrestler after all," Beowulf muttered.
After the fifth pounce that The Song dodged, he got on one knee and started to pant heavily. It seemed he had reached his limit of how many times he could dodge Beowulf's attacks.
Beowulf, seeing this, smiled. "It's over." Beowulf performed another Prowler's Pounce. With no energy left to dodge, The Song used his guitar to shield himself. As Beowulf struck with his claws, The Song was sent flying backward, landing on his back with more pieces of his guitar crumbling.
The Wrecker slowly got up, only to receive another Prowler's Pounce from Beowulf. He managed to react quickly, blocking it with his guitar, but it was no use.
The attack from Beowulf sent him skidding backward. He managed to stand his ground this time, but his arm was injured. Four claw marks showed on his arm.
The guitar that had been protecting him all this time had crumbled too much to protect all of him. Another Prowler's Pounce came toward him, and he reacted quickly, blocking it with his guitar.
This time the attack sent him tumbling. He quickly got up and shielded himself, turning all around, waiting for Beowulf to attack — but Beowulf didn't. In fact, he couldn't find Beowulf anywhere in the ring. It was as if he'd vanished.
The Song then heard a loud whistle. He turned his head in the direction of the sound. He looked up and found Beowulf high in the air, descending at a great speed. Beowulf was performing an aerial slam with both of his claws out.
The Song didn't have the energy to dodge the descending attack, and even if he did, it was already too late to attempt dodging. He did the only thing he could: he held his guitar up in the air with both hands and braced for impact.
As Beowulf landed, he struck the crumbling guitar with both claws, shattering it into countless pieces. Beowulf's claw attacks didn't just destroy The Song's guitar; they also injured The Song himself. Lines of red were visible from The Song's face down to his waist.
His denim was torn, making way for his injuries to be seen. The Song stumbled and landed on his back on the wrestling ring's canvas. He screamed in frustration and pain. The claw marks looked deep, and he bled from them.
Beowulf used this opportunity to stomp on The Song's head, sending him into a daze. Then, he used his claws to puncture The Song's arm and knee, carrying him up and placing him on his back.
Beowulf ran to one of the ring's ropes. He was going to throw The Song out of the ring. He was inches away. He retracted his claws and threw The Song out of the ring. Just when The Song was about to land in the sea of suffering, he managed to grab onto one of the ropes.
He pulled himself halfway up using the ring's rope but found Beowulf right in front of him, smirking. "You said you'd be the one to throw me over. I guess you were all talk after all," Beowulf mocked.
The Song shook his head, pleading, but Beowulf ignored him and swiped his claws at The Song's head, forcing him to let go of the rope and fall into the sea of suffering.