Acknowledgements:

Rexcelsis belongs to SavageMercy (From "A Gamer's Guide to Becoming a Dinosaur")

Tikara and Arson belong to Sweet-Gem

Swillow Barktree and Citrus Snow are from "Swillow the Slaughterhound".

JAC is from the yet unpublished, "Genesis of Apocalypse".

Dragon's Jewel:

The cage lowered down. Two cages, stacked and linked with barbed wire, making a thirty foot monstrosity. The pure evil aura of the cage glowed black, darkening the area around. Within the top, heaven cage, nothing stood. Only a metal chain-link box. It glowed blue. Red light filled the hell cage.

The monitor glowed bright blue as ONE walked down the ramp. The writing on the screen said, "ONE".

"I am the ONE and only." ONE's theme played, a melodic beating of drums and riffing of electric guitars, mainly fused with synthesizers.

He ran down the ramp, and up to the Armageddon cage. The referee opened the cage door and he bounced in. ONE advanced ten feet before reaching the ring in the hell cage.

A yellow anthromorphic tiger, MEW3, stood cageside, waiting to intervene.

The two announcers sat at their desk as the audience sat in their seats. Everyone sat on picnic chairs, unless like Rexcelsis they were fat lizards. He had to stand. The first announcer spoke.

"Greetings, my name is Richard Biggs, and this is the first ever Beast Games. This is known as a "Paper View". This is my colleague, Richard Littles."

Littles: "This is an evil match-up between ONE and JAC after JAC snapped ONE's leg in a fight."

The jumbotron played sounds of rain. Images flashed on the screen of JAC' daily routine. He came to a shop, an ice cream shop. A wolf-fox hybrid made him a protein shake.

"Reality is no state of mind

Your castle's an illusion

A palace of delusion

And in your confusion

you make a fusion

Of fact and fiction,

with the surreal,

to make it sound more real"

He walked out of the shop, onto a mud laden road, and did diamond push-ups.

"Yet you don't understand I'm two steps ahead,

what more can be said

When you're facing the elite you understand

I'm here to reap your soul."

The monitor blacked out as JAC walked down the entrance ramp. He wore a black coat and hood, reminiscent of the grim reaper. His theme pumped up.

"You say

'That you're a miracle

Machine who's made of meat

A mind with no mystique

It's unnatural!'

I say

'I had to face the cold

A greatest story untold

My mind on overload

To me it's no miracle'."

JAC threw down the coat and sauntered to the ring.

"This is the ARMAGEDDON CAGE MATCH, and there will be no rules. Anything goes. The winner is the first to get a pin within the ring.

"Introducing first, standing in at five feet, weighing 160 pounds, a street brawler, the leader of the System Oversight, ONE, the only."

"And his opponent, standing in at five foot seven, weighing 130 pounds, the creator of the cage itself, a paladin, the Reaper, the realist, JAC."

JAC leaned against the ropes.

ONE stretched his arm out, then his unbroken leg.

"Begin!"

ONE and JAC charged each other. ONE played chicken, but leapfrogged over JAC. He grabbed the top rope, jumped onto it, and did a back flip.

Biggs: "Going in early for the Puppet Breaker!"

JAC lunged at him, and performed a spinning back elbow. His elbow greeted ONE's face. ONE flipped over, crashed on his shoulders, and screamed.

Littles: "A 'King Arthur'. JAC makes pain into an art form."

JAC mosied down the ring. Ten feet of distance between ring and cage gave him plenty of room to rummage around and pull out loot. He found a fifteen foot, painted blue, ladder.

ONE barely got to his feet before metal came between the ropes and hit him square in the jaw. JAC slid in and established the ladder, lining it up that way he could easily access the upper cage.

ONE turned, did a somersault. JAC went for a King Arthur, but ONE went to a double somersault. JAC whipped around, only for ONE to do a backflip, his heel catching JAC on the shoulder blades. JAC staggered.

Richard Biggs: "It seems he's learned from his previous bout. And tried to readjust JAC's collar bone."

ONE somersaulted at JAC, coming back for the knee, but JAC jumped past him. The paladin placed his feet around the ladder and climbed up.

ONE swiveled, chased him up the ladder. ONE got up the ladder, and kicked it down. It fell, bounced up the ring ropes, and landed between the ring and the cage.

Littles: "We're going to new heights. One small step for man, one huge step for pain. Let's remind everybody that this cage is equipped with barbed wire to link both cages. There's is a one foot gap between the floor of the Heaven Cage and the wall, meaning you cannot drop down without the barbed wire digging into your flesh. The only other option is going down the hole in the middle of the heaven cage and falling fifteen feet."

JAC stood at the cage's gap. Barbed wire wormed inside the gap. ONE paused, and stared down.

Fifteen feet in the air. The cage wasn't anything more than chain link supporting them.

He charged JAC, leaning his fist forward. JAC wrapped one arm around him, went behind him. ONE dropped as JAC got a waist lock, but JAC moved his hand down ONE's pants and ripped his underwear up.

Richard Biggs: If you were bullied in school you know what that feels like.

Richard Littles: If you had an older sibling you know what that feels like.

JAC groped ONE's nape before throwing him violently headfirst into the cage. ONE almost slid down, but his underwear and legs caught the barbed wire.

ONE screeched and struggled . He clutched at the fence, but readjusting his position only opened new opportunities for cuts.

JAC dropped down the hole, buckled his legs. He retrieved a bag, and shook it. Many small things resided in the bag.

JAC traipsed to ONE's most probable landing spot. He opened the bag, and glimmering tacks fell down by the dozens. He emptied the bag and discarded it.

Richard Biggs: This match is quickly getting bloodthirsty

Richard Littles: JAC turns pain into a science.

Richard Biggs: I thought it was an art form?

JAC lifted the ring apron, searching for more gear to use on ONE. The wire worked ONE down and ONE fell feet first onto the tacks. He rolled forwards, giving a pained yell while cameras got good shots of his feet practically turned silver. ONE scratched at his soles, ripping out tacks with spurts of blood accompanying.

JAC unfolded a steel chair, placed it upside down to resemble a "v". He came down to ONE and dragged him across the floor before draping his spine across the chair. With a roll of duct tape, JAC wrapped ONE's wrists to the table.

Richard Littles: Ahem, the only way to win is to get a pin in the ring. What is JAC intending?

"I'll tell you what I'm intending!" JAC shouted at Littles while he ascended the ring post. He positioned himself for the jump. At least ten feet.

ONE reached his feet up, and found himself flexible enough to claw at the duct tape.

JAC, back to ONE, took the jump.

ONE ripped the tape with his feet claws and flipped over.

JAC crashed rib first onto the spine of the chair. JAC ricocheted off, and made gagging noises. ONE growled, somersaulted, and came up for a flying knee. He crashed his knee against JAC's head, which got crushed between the knee and the steel cage.

Richard Biggs: He's going to need an aspirin in the morning.

Richard Littles: "No give from that ring. Sorta like my mother-in-law at Christmas."

ONE grabbed JAC by his long black hair, before escorting him kindly to the ring. But first, he smacked JAC's head against the edge of the ring, then tossed him in.

JAC turned to ONE. ONE walked in, and got caught in a flying headlock. He landed face first onto the mat and neck first into JAC's bicep.

A satisfying thud came. JAC ran at a rope, and bounced off for propulsion. ONE tried rising up, but JAC placed a size ten shoe on the back of his head and curbstomped him into the mat.

Audience members gasped. Whispers ran past the crowd. With some vague subconscious effort, ONE rolled out of the ring as JAC sat down. Sweat dripped down his face, salt getting into his mouth and eyes. His hair turned into inky tendrils clinging to his forehead.

He pounded the mat several times with his hands. A final rush of adrenaline. JAC ran at the ropes, rebounded. Soon as he was about to hit the opposite ropes, he vaulted over instead. ONE caught him across the face with a chair.

JAC flipped over, crashing on the back of his neck and shoulders. Onto unforgiving concrete.

ONE folded the chair, and fit JAC's head in. He stood, and stomped on the chair, snapping it open. Metal struck JAC's throat.

Audience members, particularly the SOS, cheered. The vibrations of the crowd filled ONE as he stared at his fallen nemesis. He rose his arms up.

His SOS members chanted, "Break the puppet! Break the puppet!"

JAC arose to his knees, his throat bruised purple. ONE gave him a jumping roundhouse kick to the jaw, knocking him back down.

The tiger anthromorph considered the options. It seemed JAC was down for the count. He grabbed JAC by the back of his head, and threw the humanoid into the ring.

"This is over," ONE said. He stood at the outside of the ring - or the apron. JAC shot up, and got ONE into a guillotine chokehold.

ONE gasped, trying to breathe while throwing jabs into JAC's abdomen. JAC took a few steps back, until only ONE's ankles draped over the ropes. JAC twisted around and went for another flying headlock.

ONE's head snapped down first, then the rest of the body.

Richard Littles: That is known as a DDT, but the variation the Reaper does is known as the "Crashing Reality". Absolutely deadly. Problem is... You can't die in hell!

The only conscious player, JAC, retrieved a table from underneath the ring and threw it up. Wood formed the table, which JAC kept in mind as he re-set the ladder, and climbed back up to heaven. He set up a table and stood on it.

ONE dragged himself up the ladder, having a third wind. He pushed himself up onto the table, and faced JAC.

Last seconds. ONE ran at JAC, and JAC leapfrogged over him. Both twisted around, having five feet of space. ONE aimed for a flying knee, only for JAC to spear him in the stomach.

The table collapsed underneath their weight, as did the metal of the heaven cage. A part of it broke off as both fell fifteen feet. The ring bounced underneath their collision.

JAC stood, both knees on either side of ONE. He put ONE's arms into an "X" as the referee counted the full three.

A bell rang as JAC rolled out of the ring.

Richard Littles: That was the first ever Beast Game. Both of these men put it all on the line. ONE more than the other... You see what I did there?

Richard Biggs: Hilarious... That was the "Lancelot" - the variation of the spear by JAC.

Richard Littles: For someone literally named Jesus he sure seems to be into this Arthurian Legends theme.

Richard Biggs: You know what your name translates to, right?

Richard Littles: What are you talking about?

Richard Biggs: Anyway-

All the equipment shut off as everything went dark. A singular light shone, as Slash stood outside the ring. She gave a wide grin to JAC, like staring at a hunk of meat. Then, the lights went off again.

***

"This next match is an Elements the Card Game match," the announcer said. On the stage stood four black hats which shuffled around. One flipped over, and a penguin popped out.

"Introducing first, the leader of the Magician's Collective, standing in at five foot ten inches, and weighing in at-" He paused as the penguin made the gesture to zip it, "-Ahem, hailing from the Magician's Collective, Michelle."

White and gray lights flashed, making the world seem like a grainy movie. "And her opponent, leader of the Ghosts, standing in at three feet, and weighing in at a hundred pounds. Hailing from your nightmares, it is Slash!"

The lights shut down, and came back on with Slash in the ring. Except, Michelle remembered Slash had bright blue eyes...

Both sat at a table, a camera focusing on the cards they could play.

Richard Biggs: The rules of this match are that both players start with four cards in their hands. Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.

-Afterwards, it's pure improvisation.

-They can fuse their own cards,

-but they can only play one card each turn.

-The first to inflict 3 attacks, or the first to play all four elements wins.

Michelle took a seat at a stool, and showed perfect posture.

The jackal stretched and made a sinuous lurch to her cards. Both put the four elements in their hands, with four more cards in the deck. The ends of the table stretched thirteen feet apart.

The bell rang. The jackal started. "I'll play Wind." A gust of wind flew above them.

"I'll play Earth," Michelle said, with a dome of earth covering her.

"I'll play Fire, and fuse it with Wind to make Lightning." The flames rode the wind, with the flames sparkling as they became bolts of lightning which shocked and scarred the barrier. Pieces flew off, revealing Michelle.

Richard Littles: Insofar we're seeing a bit of, uh, a defensive approach from Michelle.

Richard Biggs: Slash is getting offensive, not much of a shocker.

Richard Littles: Yes, and Michelle has a rocky start.

Michelle said, "I'll play water." A tidal wave rushed in, and thankfully missed the entire audience. But it soaked Michelle's Earth, making it muddy while flooding on the jackal.

The yellow-eyed jackal swam best she could. Three hearts appeared before her. One broke.

Richard Biggs: Our first hit of the game. Michelle's wetting her feet.

Richard Littles: If I was Slash, I'd be soaking in anger.

The jackal took her turn. "I play Earth." A pillar of Earth arose which the jackal stood on. Her Lightning shocked the water and Michelle's Mud. The mud scattered from the blast, but underneath came brick.

Michelle drew her card. "Now I play Wind, and fuse it with Water to make Ice."

A gust of wind pushed past the lightning cloud and froze the surface of the water.

Since the water filled in the cracks of earth from both of them, the ice would shattered both Earths.

Richard Littles: Seems both are a step behind.

Richard Biggs: Yes, cracked their gameplay.

Both competitors shot looks at the Richards.

The jackal took her next turn. No earth, but lightning still existed. Lightning could break ice, but what broke it better was a little more fire. She played Fire, to melt the Ice back into only Water. Michelle growled, and the Lightning shock filtered into her. She shook from the shock. The jackal jumped.

Michelle's hearts went down to two. The jackal's hearts down to one.

Richard Biggs: A fiery upstart from Slash. Penguins usually like ice.

Richard Littles: We're going to hell.

Richard Biggs: I think JAC went for us.

Michelle said, "I'll use Fire." The water boiled, and both shrieked.

Michelle's hearts went down to one, and the final heart broke from the jackal.

All the elements vanished and Michelle stood victorious.

"The winner of this match is Michelle!"

Michelle narrowed her eyes. "You're not Slash. You're Coconut!"

Coconut laughed and said, "My sister is being a bit preoccupied. I'm sure you understand."

Michelle growled, figuring this wasn't over. Beast Games had only started for her. Still, she understood the next part of the journey.

***

(Written by Sweet-Gem)

Tikara and the bobcat patiently waited for when it was their turn to fight. Even if the sabertooth would rather avoid it. If there was anything he'd rather do right now, it's be with the ones who made him an honorary member of their family. Sure they were herbivore people, but he had a true home. Tikara noticed that a few of the competitors seemed curious about him and the bobcat.

He didn't mind them approaching him, but the other rival did not care to mingle. Though he did think that the penguin would make a good snack. His face said it all. Tikara answered any questions his competition might have for him, while still keeping his uninterested expression. It wouldn't be long before he and the bobcat could find out when they'd have to fight in the stadium...

Each of them had tricks up their sleeves, though Tikara's specialty when it came to wrestling, was using slam techniques. While at the same time, he'd use his opponents strength against them. Its been awhile since he's wrestled, but he was sure he could adjust to any new surprises and opponents.

The bobcat felt he could easily take down the sabertoothed giant. He planned on using the strength from the powered items in his armor. Speed and brute strength was his thing. Not to say that the other guy didn't know how to do the same thing, in addition to being flexible.

The smaller cat intended to make every fighter twitch in pain on the ground, while Tikara didn't want to hurt or break anyone. In some minutes, the duo were told it was time to fight by an announcer. They each went to take their places, and prepared to battle.

Tikara showed no hints of enthusiasm on his face, as he stood in the stadium. Arson smirked at him from the opposite end he was standing at. He was envisioning beating his opponent with ease, drowning him in shame and humiliation. The bobcat gave some growls in his feral tongue that sounded completely clear to Tikara.

He said, "You look like a bigger freak than me. I'm not sure what your boss feeds you, but don't think I'm gonna let some overly packed cretin beat me." Arson prepared to charge. "The hard way." He added.

Tikara only sighed and saw the expectant look on his boss's face. Both opponents were being watched very carefully by both of the leaders who brought them. The buff cat told the smaller feline in his tongue that he didn't desire to hurt him, and that he'd try not to damage him too badly.

In response to this, the bobcat Arson snarled and started moving at a very swift speed. He went in different directions around Tikara to confuse him. Not only that, but to show off as well. The bigger feline remained calm as he watched for the smaller opponent.

Arson soon ran in his direction, and slammed into his leg. It was enough force for cause Tikara to fall on his back. He felt himself being grabbed near his ankle by the bobcat. The gems combined with his armor glowed again, boosting his strength. Tikara was swung around and around, before being let go. He crashed into the bars of the arena.

Tikara grimaced after making impact with the bars, and Arson's head soon met his stomach. The bobcat then made another swift motion to where he ran up the buff sabertooth's body, grabbed his tank top on his shoulder, and jumped off the bars of the arena to flip Tikara in the air. The bigger cat felt himself thrown towards the floor, and he landed with a 'CRASH!'

There were cheers heard, coming from the crowd. Arson's boss was most pleased, though on the inside he was a bit skeptical about why the sabertooth didn't fight back. Tikara's boss had his arms crossed with a straight face, as he watched his champion get tossed and struck. He was starting to feel a little impatient after one of his associates got some creatures to place their bets on the buff cat.

Tikara looked up as he laid on his back, at the bobcat that was heading straight for him. He was ingulfed in a bluish purple light from the gems in his armor, as he speedily came down to shove his front paws on the sabertooth's chest. However, Tikara timed himself perfectly in taking hold of the smaller cat, and rolling on top of him.

Arson did not like that at all, and yelped with wide eyes at the body weight squishing him.

The sudden move made the bigger cat's boss grin with satisfaction. The referee began to count after coming up to the two opponents. There was no way Arson was going to give up just yet. He managed to get Tikara off of him, thanks to his armor. This time he was mad, and wanted vengeance. He tried different ways to take down the sabertooth, that also included a folded chair.

Though Tikara stayed sharp and managed to dodge and block a couple of moves. He was trying his best not to damage the bobcat. However, the moment Arson got on him to grab his neck. The sabertooth's eyes widened, feeling the urge to end the match. He quickly grabbed the bobcat's neck tightly, making him gag. Arson was slammed on the ground before he was released briefly, and pinned down by Tikara's jaws.

Tikara would not have done this had Arson's teeth not been close to where the experimental technology, that was also inserted in his brain. The referee did the countdown, and the match was won by the sabertooth...

***

The audience cheered as the obstacle course came down. A box made of lattices. Entirely metal. A pool with stepping stones led to it. On the top of the lattice stood the throne itself.

A silver throne, with a scepter made of gold, and a crown made of diamonds. The most important part hung overhead, suspended by a crane.

A red belt, with the main trophy piece being hexagonal. Emblazoned in gold, the letters BG proudly stood stamped on the belt. Underneath, inscribed in the silver, block letters read, "World Championship".

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening. The first ever Dragon's Jewel. After this match, we will crown the inaugural Beast Games World Champion, and also the first ever Beast King. Introducing first, Athyn. The rules are the first ever champion will be chosen by who is first to grab the belt!"

A choir walked out onto the stage, in white or yellow garbs. Each was a dragon, one of each color of the rainbow. They began singing, first red, then orange, all the way to violet. Only holding notes.

Red stood forward. She sang in a deep, strong voice. Orange took over after her, then yellow.

The septet finished with a much deeper voice singing the theme. A blue dragon pushed past the blue curtains. Yellow clouds flooded the monitor screen and blue letters spelled Athyn. He came to the starting line.

The lights turned off.

"UNTIL THE BITTER END!" Flame jets fired as Swillow and Citrus lurked down.

"I'm drowning, in the depths

Still dreaming, faintly for

A chance of evil's birth

With open, eyes I see

The darkness, encroaching

And twisted, fantasies

But how am I living?"

Swillow and Citrus conversed. No one could make the words of their conversation out. Swillow walked around the obstacle course, seemingly to greet her friend when she came out the other side.

"Because I've got a lot of pain to bring

Until I make him sing

Because to break a carnival of smoke

I smash the mirrors broke

Because I fight against pretend

Until the bitter end!"

Citrus arrived at the starting line. The bell rang.

First part of the obstacle course, arriving at the box. Citrus jumped on the various rocks. The rocks hadn't been evenly spaced apart, nor did they stand at the same heights.

Athyn flew over the course. Citrus narrowed her eyes, and leapt onto his back.

He flew erratically, trying to shake her off. His scrambling flight took them into the entrance of the box. A crash landing, and both tumbled.

Pained shouts came from the two. Citrus rolled on her side, and ended up on her belly. Athyn skidded on his stomach, his butt in the air, before his hindquarters crashed down.

Richard Biggs: This is the Iron Box. In this course, they'll have to climb around smaller rooms and lattices in a maze environment.

Citrus stood up first. She grabbed Athyn, threw him in the air. She dropped. He came down and collided his abdomen on her back legs. She threw him into the steel, with the bang resounding.

"Our Sight is Right!" some of the audience chanted.

Other audience members chanted, "Citrus! Citrus! Citrus!"

Citrus, being a magical dragon wolf, managed to climb the lattices. She climbed a narrow shaft, and pushed on a glass pane.

Richard Littles: Each glass pane is about a hundred pounds.

Citrus pressed her shoulders against the bottom. She pushed up enough to open it like a door. Athyn stirred below her. He arose and blew past the first door, being a lot stronger than her.

Richard Littles: A clear, unfair advantage for Athyn.

Richard Biggs: Well... Citrus signed the contract.

Next came a hallway with two opposing glass panes. The competitors came to either side.

Richard Littles: The dangerous part of this maze is trying the "stick right" strategy won't work. The more you try that, the more doors you have to press open. You'll waste all your energy on that.

Citrus tried to read the box as much as possible. Out the side, she saw Swillow giving signals. Citrus wormed past various glass panes, but by the third, sweat already clung her fur down.

Athyn adopted a direct approach. He stared straight up, and tried to understand the box as much as he could from the sneak peaks. As the entire box remained skeletal, he could semi-accurately judge and guess where a dead end stood. Still, he hit one after his seventh pane.

Swillow growled to herself. Athyn could arrive before Citrus did. Swillow got on the lattices and began climbing.

Citrus gazed over bars, staring at the audience, thirty feet down. "Dirty, damn cheater," she said. She collapsed soon as she arrived to a tunnel. "He can fly, and has great strength." Then again, she supposed...

She spat out a little yellow ball. It exploded into light. Swillow closed her eyes, knowing the plan before it happened. A loud bang, with eyeball frying light.

Athyn didn't expect the light. It came, and he hit a glass pane, shattering it. He crashed down a few feet, and hit more metal that bruised into his spine.

Citrus couldn't read Swillow's signals. Since, well, Swillow spent her time climbing to the top. Still, her own techniques didn't affect her lucky for her. She came to a decision between three panes. "Like a trident in the road." Still, the one in the middle went up a long way.

Was it a trap? She could climb forty feet into a dead end. She took the option, only for a dragon to grapple her. She gasped, and he flipped over before throwing her down into a glass pane. The glass shattered on impact.

Athyn cackled before flying up to enter the next glass pane. He pushed past it, only for the floor to give out underneath him. He screeched.

Richard Littles: A small trap has sent Athyn from 80 to 20 feet.

Richard Biggs: Maybe now's a good time to mention this course is based on Chutes and Ladders.

Athyn slid around all the way into a wall. He twisted back, trying to fly back up the tunnel, but the trap sealed up. He banged several times, screaming in despair.

Richard Biggs: I suppose he's not winning.

Citrus took a deep breath. Deadly trap. She struggled up and chose the option on the right, which got her up a few feet. With a grunt, her legs gave out.

Athyn went down further. No one understood until he got back to the beginning. "Left, right, left, middle..." He blitzed the course after reconfiguring himself.

Swillow stood on the top, and looked down beneath bars. "Come on Citrus, we believe in you!"

Citrus stared up at her. "Which way is it?"

"Take two lefts, and you'll be almost there." Swillow tried to get her head out. Then she had a "stuck in the banisters" moment. She grunted and scraped her chin against the metal.

Citrus summoned the inner resolve to push past two more panes on the left. Finally, a ten foot climb to the top.

A dragon headbutted into her.

Citrus tried pushing at Athyn's head but he crushed her body. She stayed down. Athyn flew up at last.

"This is it," Athyn muttered as he got up. All that stood, his throne. And a black wolf's backside.

Athyn proceeded to his throne, before Swillow got her head out. She turned to Athyn.

Athyn charged, horns first at Swillow. Swillow jumped at the belt and grabbed it in her jaws. As she fell, Swillow sat perfectly on the throne. The throne budged, moving the crown onto her head. The staff leaned against her paw.

The bell rang.

"Wha-wha-WHAT THE, HOLD ON!?" Athyn said. "She's not part of the game!"

"YOU SAY YOU'RE A MIRACLE!"

JAC walked back on stage. He had been mostly cleaned up. He held a microphone.

"Read the rules again, Jackass. The rules state the first person to touch the crown is the winner. That person is Swillow the Slaughterhound! May everyone give a round of applause!"

The audience chanted. "You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it!"

"Wait, Athyn deserves your attention to," JAC said. Athyn beamed.

"You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!"

Athyn's jaw dropped.

"UNTIL THE BITTER END!" The theme of Swillow's pack played.

Richard Biggs: "Meet our first ever champion. Swillow the Slaughterhound."

Richard Littles: "She's not in the match. Does this mean we could have won?"

Richard Biggs: "Supposedly, yes actually."

Richard Littles: "If I had known that, I would have won."

Richard Biggs: "There's always tag teams when they come around..."

***

June 27th - first ever episode of Beast Games.

Who will be Swillow's first challenger to the throne?

And...

General Manager JAC will give a startling announcement about a new championship.