Beowulf's jaw still remained dropped. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had seen a lot of crazy things since the start of the royal rumble match, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
If Beowulf were to guess, The Twin Giant was over 4 meters tall. Not only that, they were also muscular, with several veins running through their entire body. Beowulf could see them pumping quickly, not stopping for a second.
Honestly, it was like the giant in front of him was on steroids. "HAHAHAHAHA! Absolutely menacing! Are you seeing this, Jensen!?" Daryl exclaimed. "I am, Daryl! I am!" Jensen responded.
Beowulf was frozen for a few moments until the giant started to march towards him. Every time its foot landed on the wrestling ring, vibrations were felt by all the wrestlers, which snapped Beowulf out of his stupor.
'I have to focus. So what if he's… they're bigger? The bigger they are, the harder they fall,' Beowulf thought. He got on all fours once again and ran away from the giant.
"Looks like Beowulf's turned chicken!" Daryl exclaimed. "I don't blame him. Seeing the size of that thing, I'd be pretty scared too!"
"Shut up and watch! I think Beowulf's got an idea!" Jensen exclaimed. Beowulf ran to one of the wrestling ring's edges and stood in front of one of the poles.
He stood up and climbed the top ropes, waiting for the giant to reach him. The giant had reached the middle of the wrestling ring when Beowulf decided to act.
He jumped, using the ring's ropes to propel himself into the air towards the giant. He brought out his claws to the side, planning to swipe them in an X shape.
He reached the giant, but before he could execute his move, the giant caught him by the neck mid-air. Beowulf hung in the air, swiping his claws at the giant and wiggling his legs, but he had no success in harming it.
It was a cruel yet funny sight to see. In the midst of his struggle, the giant smirked, causing Beowulf to have a bad feeling in his gut. He knew what was coming next couldn't be good.
The giant, while still holding Beowulf with one hand, gave him a headbutt. Beowulf's head jerked back, and he retracted. His eyes spun, and he could swear he saw stars. 'Huh? So that's not just a cartoon effect,' Beowulf thought.
The giant gave Beowulf another headbutt, and then another. The giant had now headbutted Beowulf half a dozen times. Beowulf had his head looking upward, his mouth open and drooling, his eyes turned white.
He wasn't unconscious. He had just received so much pain in quick succession that his brain was taking time to process it. He had been headbutted a lot when he was a wrestler on Earth, but it never hurt this much.
It was like having a sledgehammer constantly slammed into his face—a type of unfathomable pain that would have, without a doubt, killed him if he were still… well, alive.
The giant flipped Beowulf over. Now his head dangled close to the floor while his legs were interlocked with the giant's face. The giant held Beowulf by hugging his whole waist.
"Is he going to do what I think he's going to do, Jensen!?" Daryl exclaimed. "I think he is, Daryl!" Jensen replied. The giant jumped into the air and knelt.
"Tombstone!" Daryl and Jensen exclaimed. The giant's knees crashed into the wrestling ring's canvas, followed by Beowulf's head. The giant let go of Beowulf, leaving him to rest sideways on the ring's canvas, with no sign of movement at all. The only indication that he was still alive was the rise and fall of his chest, showing he was breathing.
The giant got up from his knees and approached Beowulf. He picked him up with both hands and placed him on his shoulder. There was no resistance whatsoever. Beowulf's stomach rested on the giant's shoulder as the giant marched to one of the ring's ropes.
"Okay, this time I think it's really over for Beowulf. He's done! Spent! I can't think of a single thing that could save him right now!" Daryl exclaimed. The giant was moments away from reaching the ropes when suddenly—The Tough Guy's chain wrapped around the giant's knee.
The giant turned back and found The Tough Guy behind him, holding the end of the chain. The giant's eyes widened, confused and shocked.
After all, they were all supposed to have a temporary truce until Beowulf was out of the match. The Tough Guy pulled on the chain, causing the giant to fall forward, its face crashing into the ring's canvas.
The giant dropped Beowulf in the process, who involuntarily rolled away. "Ha! Ha! Look at that, Jensen! A betrayal! It seems The Tough Guy is going against the truce! One question remains—will The Heat do the same?" Daryl announced.
"Ow. Everything hurts," Beowulf grunted as he slowly opened his eyes and saw the giant on the floor with The Tough Guy's chain around its knee. "What the…"
"Hey! You gonna get up or what?" a voice said. Beowulf looked upward to find The Heat standing over him. Beowulf jerked backward as a reflex, bracing for whatever attack The Heat had for him. But The Heat didn't attack. Instead, he offered Beowulf a hand. This stunned Beowulf, and he wasn't the only one. "What is this!? Is The Heat offering Beowulf a truce!?" Jensen exclaimed.
Beowulf stared at The Heat's hand, unsure whether to take it. It could be a trick. The Heat might just hit him as soon as he took the hand. Against his instincts, Beowulf took The Heat's hand, and The Heat helped him stand on his feet.
"He is!" Jensen exclaimed. Beowulf looked into The Heat's eyes and asked a single question. "Why?"
"Why? That's a stupid question, don't you think? Have you seen that monster? No doubt he'd easily get rid of the rest of us. Our best chance of getting rid of him is with as many wrestlers as we can get," The Heat explained.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Beowulf said. Suddenly, The Tough Guy came crashing beside them. It seemed the giant had thrown him over to their side.
Beowulf turned to look at the giant that was once two twins. It really was menacing. The Tough Guy got to his feet. The three wrestlers stared at the giant, with Beowulf in the middle.
"So, you two have any bright ideas on how to defeat this thing?" Beowulf asked. "As a matter of fact, we do," The Heat said. They both whispered the plan to Beowulf. "That could work," Beowulf said.
"It has to work. But you have to keep him distracted. Shouldn't be too hard, seeing as you're the fastest," The Tough Guy said. Beowulf got on all fours. "Here goes," Beowulf said.
He ran towards the giant. Beowulf reached the giant quite quickly, running on all fours. Being low on the ground, he targeted the giant's ankles. He scratched them with his claws, but nothing happened. Both ankles seemed fine, with only very visible scratches. It seemed the giant was just thick-skinned as well.
The giant grabbed Beowulf by his waist, lifted him in the air, and slammed him into the wrestling ring's canvas. Beowulf's body bounced as he was slammed, a shockwave running through his entire body.
Mid-air, the giant drop-kicked Beowulf. Beowulf tumbled far away from the giant but regained his footing. The giant tackled Beowulf and grabbed him by the waist, carrying him until crashing him into a pole.
"UGH!" Beowulf grunted. The giant stepped back and slammed Beowulf into the pole three more times using his shoulder. Beowulf dropped, his back resting on the pole.
The giant reached for him using his hand but was stopped by The Tough Guy's chain that wrapped around it. "It's time for step two!" The Tough Guy announced.
Beowulf looked up and saw the chain that was wrapped around the giant's arm. Not all of it was wrapped—a strand remained. Beowulf jumped, grabbed the strand of the chain, and ran behind the giant, wrapping the other strand around the giant's other arm as he ran towards The Heat. All the while, the chain kept elongating.
Beowulf finally reached The Heat and handed him his own strand of the chain. "Good job!" The Heat praised Beowulf. Beowulf didn't care for it much, seeing as he rolled his eyes.
The Heat pulled on his side of the chain, and so did The Tough Guy. It resulted in the giant being stuck in the middle of the ring, struggling to move but unable to escape the strength of The Tough Guy's chain.
"You know what's next, right?" The Heat asked. "Yeah, I do," Beowulf answered. Beowulf used the ring's ropes to perform a prowler's pounce towards the giant. It was time for step three.