The Song had been eliminated. He had been thrown over the wrestling ring by Beowulf, turning him into one of the souls in the sea of suffering. The remaining wrestlers were Beowulf, who stood triumphantly close to one of the ring's ropes; The Heat, who was still in a submission; the twins—one had The Heat in a submission, while the other lay on the wrestling ring's canvas with burn marks all over his face; and finally, The Tough Guy, who lay on his back with severe burns on his hands and his chain on his side.
These five wrestlers were the remaining contestants in the hellish royal rumble match. "Lucky me! Everyone seems burnt out," Beowulf said. "Ha! Unintended pun."
He looked at the wrestlers and decided on his next prey. "I'll take that Tough Guy. His hands look messed up, so it shouldn't be that hard to throw him over the ring." He walked toward The Tough Guy, passing the rest of the wrestlers.
As he passed The Heat, The Heat's eyes dilated. His entire torso began to burn, making The Tough Guy release him from the submission and roll over on the ring.
The Heat got up on his feet and ran toward Beowulf. Beowulf heard the sound of footsteps approaching him and turned his head backward. The Heat's torso stopped burning; instead, his hands began to burn.
The Heat gave a backhand slap toward Beowulf's chest while his hand was still on fire. Beowulf skidded back but was luckily unharmed thanks to the gray hide still present around his chest.
"I still haven't repaid you for what you did to my ankles," The Heat said, with a creepy grin that revealed all his teeth. Beowulf saw this, and it made his stomach turn.
'This guy is clearly psychotic,' Beowulf thought. 'Well, I've gotten this far. It's just a flaming idiot.' Beowulf stepped forward to approach The Heat but was stopped in his tracks.
Something wrapped around his ankle. He looked down and saw a chain around it. He looked back to see The Tough Guy on his back, holding a part of the chain in his hand.
He pulled on it, causing Beowulf to trip and fall forward. As he did, The Heat gave him an uppercut right under his chin. As The Heat's flaming fist made contact with Beowulf's chin, it didn't just burn him.
An explosion occurred, propelling Beowulf's entire body into the air. As he flew further and further, The Tough Guy got on his feet, grabbed the elongated chain with his two burnt hands, and pulled Beowulf down.
As Beowulf descended back to the wrestling ring, the long-haired twin gave him a dropkick in midair, sending his body flying forward, and then the short-haired twin stood on the edge of the ring's rope, jumped using the rope's super elasticity to launch himself into the air, and crashed into Beowulf, performing an aerial slam.
Beowulf crashed into the ring after a chain of attacks and looked up. He saw the other wrestlers all surrounding him. "All this for me?" Beowulf asked. "Don't you think this is a teeny bit unfair?"
"You think so? Where's all that confidence from earlier? The Song wasn't just the only one offended by your claim, you know? We'll deal with each other later, but for now, we'll have to deal with you first," The Heat said.
The four wrestlers looked at each other and nodded. Then they started to attack Beowulf while he still lay on the wrestling ring's canvas. The twins were stomping on him nonstop, The Heat did the same, except every time he stomped on Beowulf, explosive flames would hurt Beowulf, and The Tough Guy was whipping his chain all over Beowulf's body. Beowulf turned, screamed, and tried to escape, but with no success. The hits were just too much.
"Damn! I'm starting to feel for Beowulf!" Daryl exclaimed. "It seems they all have an axe to grind with him, and it looks like Beowulf won't be winning the royal rumble after all! Remind me again, Jensen, which one of us said he was sure Beowulf would!?"
"That was forever ago, Daryl! I have no idea!" Jensen answered. "Getting back to the match, it seems the four wrestlers' strategy is to wear out Beowulf and then throw him off the ring, and it seems to be working!"
"Unless some miracle or something we couldn't have expected happens, Beowulf will soon be the next to be eliminated!" Beowulf was trapped with no way out.
He felt pain all over his body, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As he kept taking damage from the remaining wrestlers, he felt that strange energy.
The same energy he'd felt when he first got his claws, caused him to howl, run on all fours, and created the gray hide around his chest. The mysterious energy traveled to his vocal cords and stayed.
It started expanding by the second. As it got bigger and bigger, Beowulf felt his throat getting heavier. It was like something was stuck in his throat, and he had to cough it up.
This was different from when he howled. That time it was more of a reaction to the pain; this time, the energy was causing him pain. He panted heavily and finally let out whatever was growing in his throat.
"RRRRRAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRR," Beowulf roared. As he did, a constant wind emerged from his mouth, pushing the wrestlers off him. Some braced themselves by shielding themselves with their arms, like The Heat and The Tough Guy, while the twins were simply blown away.
A minute passed before Beowulf's roar had finally come to an end. He rested his hands on the canvas, panted, and turned to see the wrestlers several feet away from him.
"Looks like Beowulf just got his miracle!" Daryl exclaimed. Beowulf got to his feet, unsure what he had just done but chose to investigate it another time.
He looked at all the wrestlers who had been attacking him not too long ago and grinned. "You've all decided to team up against me, huh? Fine! I told you all that I would be the winner of this match, and that still hasn't changed. So come on! I'm ready for ya!" Beowulf brought his hands out to the side, shooting out his claws.
He squatted, looking left and right, preparing for an attack.