Grimdethell, the ultimate battle land, and the home of Slash. The fighters entered a creaking wooden castle, armed with nothing more than their own wits. But the first to pave the way would be the Ice Cream Pack.

Richard Biggs: Greetings, we are here to start off with the Ice Cream Pack versus the Alliance, and this will be as a Haunted House Game.

Richard Littles: Both teams are going to attempt to get to the top of the castle. Anything is allowed for them to succeed, so long as they go through the castle proper. Meaning no taking the elevators like the other teams, and no flying along the walls.

Ahmond and Vanos, the coyote wolf siblings walked into the house, their muscle being in form of a hyena-wolf, Kyofi. "Alright, freaks and freakettes," Kyofi said, "about time you all show yourself, and what you're made of!" As they stepped onto the wood, it moaned. The gothic interior cast shadows on them all.

In the castle of black, spikes ran along the walls, and the tapestries depicted none other than the darkest of crimes. As they wandered past images of people burning alive, the Ice Cream Pack steeled their nerves, entering the abyssal lair with a focused and determined effort.

Vanos kept his paw on the bannisters as they ascended stairs. "So far, no sign of this so called Alliance."

"Is that so, Coyote boy?" Vanos stared up, only for a saw to almost slash his face. He jumped out of the way, while Kyofi growled. Ahmond, meanwhile, stood behind her siblings.

Whoever the other person was, they wore a mask similar to ONE's, except instead this mask was of a zombie with an exposed brain.

"Who are you?" Vanos asked.

"My name is Tuwil." She pulled out a screwdriver. "And I was sent to guard the way. After all, our point is to dismantle you and then we'll get to the top."

"What!?" Kyofi asked. "So you all got a head start? How is that supposed to be fair, when we have to climb in after you!?" Whoever was in charge of this card was playing games with them. Wait, Slash was the one leading the card.

"Only our queen," the bipedal said. "Are you ready?"

Vanos mule kicked at her, but she jumped out of the way, and ran up the flight of stairs.

"Ahmond, Kyofi, go up the other flight in the fork!" Vanos said. "I'll take her on." He ran after Tuwil, and as he ran past a door, it shut closed.

He stared at a rack in the middle of the room, before his attention turned to a large pendulum swinging to and fro. Vanos paced, breathing in the dank air, trying to find Tuwil. As he stepped past a sarcophagus, it opened, and a similar bipedal came at him with a knife, aimed for the throat.

Vanos mule kicked the figure in the chest, and slammed him back into the sarcophagus. Vanos ran to shut it, but Tuwil jumped in to kick him in the ribs.

As Vanos hit his back against the wall, he saw the two figures over him.

"Who are you?" Vanos asked.

"My name, dear Vanos, is Rinachi of the Ghosts." He bowed. "But it seems quite clear you are now deposed, and no longer pose a threat to me or my associate. Therefore, in the spirit of the holiday, we figure to spare you."

Vanos said, "I don't need sparing from anyone!" He jumped into the air, but both grabbed him, lifted him up, and threw him onto the rack.

His spine screamed at the impact on metal, and as it reverberated, Vanos emitted that scream. And the pendulum swung down. Vanos realized the theme they intended...

...Kyofi and Ahmond got to the top of the stairs, and entered a new room, one in yellow. Ahead lay several more rooms of various colors, until there was a black room, where a clock tolled. Kyofi said, "This place is beautiful."

They stared in admiration at the new decorations of the monochrome aesthetic, in all rooms, all of which were ball rooms. But all tiles, mirrors, and windows were simply the same colors. But as they entered the black room, they saw him at the end.

Tiercel.

"Quoth the raven, Forevermore alone," Kyofi said. "Come on, I'll get this punk. Ahmond, you go on ahead."

Ahmond nodded, and ran off past Tiercel, and the dragon's claws went to sword like tips.

Kyofi rushed him, but he slashed at her, and nicked her side. As he wrapped around, he unleashed a flurry of marks and cuts upon her frame.

Kyofi growled, and picked him up, before belly to belly suplexing him into the clock. As the glass to the clock shattered, so did Tiercel's spirit. He was able to stand up, only for Kyofi to ram into him, and into the wall.

As his air left him, Sword Fingers went with a desperate grab on the back of Kyofi's neck, before slamming his skull into hers. She backed up, and shook her head, only for blood to come from her mouth.

"What's going on?" An unknown pathogen had entered her and soon a bloody mask covered her face.

Ahmond was almost at the top of the building, but now was in a chamber with a raven above a bust of Mosor. Perhaps an allusion to her injury? Ahmond went up to the double doors, but when she opened them, she saw the two masked madmen, and Tiercel.

"What the- But I'm ahead of you!" Ahmond said.

They all shook their heads, and Ahmond realized how many shortcuts and secrets this castle must have had. As they gathered around her, she screamed, but it matter not. For, she'd be listened to nevermore.

***

Grimdethell, at the top, was a castle with battlements between spikes. However, it was set up the same way a normal arena was. Minus the audience.

Richard Biggs: Now for our second game of the night. We're going to be exploring a major rivalry that's been brewing since literally the start of the games. ONE, who had been defeated by JAC was considered MIA for a number of weeks, until he appeared and knocked down an already defeated MEW3. No explanation has been given.

Richard Littles: Only thing we can say is that the Armageddon Steel Cage changes those who enter, as we'll find out when we get to our second one tonight. But first, we're going to be doing ONE and MEW3.

MEW3 walked out into the ring, the yellow tiger staring down the ramp with almost zero interest. As he climbed into the ring, he performed no unnecessary deeds, for his main job remained making ONE pay. He grabbed a microphone. "ONE, you left me, and here I stand, waiting for you. I kept the revolution going, and yet you attacked me? Do you want power back over the SOS? I would have given you power." He pulled out a coin. "This Artefactor is only for the leader of the SOS. And unlike the Order of Light, I didn't dare think about losing my artefactor on accident to someone else. No, I kept this hidden. But this is the Coin of Tug, so how about you come out here ONE, and take your Coin back? Because, I'm beginning to think I deserve this, and the SOS a lot more."

"Cut your bull." MEW3 saw the blue tiger walking down, in his same black mask with bloody tear drops. "After JAC beat me, I went straight to hell, and in hell I met the most amazing woman. And this woman gave me ideas on how I could return and spread my idea of revolution, and now, and now I seek a darker revolution." He held up an arcana card. Arcana Number 1, the Magician.

"So what, are you going to join with Michelle and Slash?" MEW3 asked. "Now you can get beat by JAC again."

ONE laughed and said, "You're about to see who I am, and my ideas for what a revolution is instead of your false, bastardized version of one." He slid into the ring, and MEW3 was already on him, swinging fists.

Richard Biggs: And already, we have MEW3 on ONE.

Richard Littles: Just like kids on candy, as it is that time of the year.

Richard Biggs: Did anyone ever tell you you're not as clever as you mommy said?

ONE slapped back at MEW3's sternum. The breath went out of MEW3, while ONE grabbed his arm and whipped him into the ring post. His back burst into it and he jumped back, while ONE lifted him up and deep arm dragged him over and halfway across the ring.

Richard Biggs: Now that's some good wrestling, and ONE has a good height difference on MEW3.

Richard Littles: Yes, but he's only 160 pounds to MEW3's 130.

MEW3 tried to get to his feet. He'd never actually learned how to fight. ONE grabbed the back of his head, and threw him out of the ring. MEW3 cart wheeled over and out through the ropes, before buckling his feet as he landed.

ONE ran at the ropes, and used them as propulsion. He jumped through the ropes.

Richard Biggs: Suicide dive!

ONE pushed MEW3 and MEW3 staggered backwards, into the steel barricade. ONE stood up, got back in, and did the same thing, only the second time, his result was hitting his own head on the steel barricade as both blasted to the ground. The referee, Richard Short, began the count.

Richard Littles: Reminder, both fighters only have ten seconds to enter the ring.

ONE did a push up, into a standing position. The bipedal stood poised, and as MEW3 was halfway into the air, ONE somersaulted, and sprung forward knee first. His patella smashed into MEW3.

The other tiger flipped over the steel barricade, and ONE grabbed the railing before jumping onto it, turning backwards, and jumping off.

Richard Biggs: Moonsault!

As ONE splashed onto MEW3, he bounced back up.

The explosive energy he still had, allowed MEW3 to release a fist.

ONE reacted stunned when his cheek met knuckles, and he was falling backwards. But he sprung forward again with a somersault. MEW3 ran around. As ONE was about to spring up for the Kneedle, MEW3 got in a waist lock, and suplexed him over.

Richard Short: 10!

The bell rang, and neither won as it was a double count out. Still, MEW3 stood tall.

"Looks like I still got the coin in this relationship." He pointed his thumb toward himself and jabbed it repeatedly against his ribs. "That's right, I'm the leader, and you're still just someone in a mask." He went over to ONE to continue the assault, but ONE took his mask off and smacked it over MEW3's head.

The metal mask dented into awful shape, too crooked to ever be used again. MEW3 hit the ground with a thud. Medical staff put MEW3 onto the stretcher, as ONE climbed a battlement, and stared down at MEW3.

Richard Littles: Now that was too far.

Richard Biggs: We've seen some savagery from ONE before, but now he's going to be way worse. No regard for his own mind or body. Anyway, we have one more match before the halftime show with Harper-Jay and Arson, and then later on tonight, our main event, which is JAC and Swillow versus Slash and Michelle.

Richard Littles: But coming up next, we have our first title match on the card, Inari versus Tethys.

***

Richard Littles: How about a replay of what's been going on between the two?

Biggs: Tethys assaulted Inari and joined in on the mauling a few weeks ago. Tethys is part of the Order of Light. Her motives are unknown, but we do know the Order of Light has a severe problem with what they consider jokers of society, and that includes Inari.

(Written with Syruscoy.)

A choir played as Tethys flew out into the ring. Souls of the damned floated around.

Short: This Game is set for one fall, for the Artesian Belt and the Lous Artefactor.

"If there was time, I would have liked to take this castle for myself." Inari spoke in a ghostly tone, but could not be seen. "All these souls wasting away here... but a foolish girl dares to oppose me." On the other side of the ring, a Phantom of Ember rose from the ground, materializing into the Fox everyone knew as Inari. "These factions and their leaders have done very little to impress me, even with having Chonky Butt as a common foe." She yawned. She stretched out her legs before shaking her butt at Tethys. "You may begin but, I've some bad news. I'm not going to give the illusion you have a chance at winning."

Tethys said, "Dragons are immortals, you're just a god, I'm a frickin hero." She charged horns first at Inari. Inari did nothing. Upon contact, the fox's image melted into a mist, her real presence nowhere in sight.

As Tethys kept turning around to find her opponent, the mist turned red and crept into Tethys' breath and eyes.Tethys tried to expel the air, hacking. She let out a blast of flames at the mist.

"You should have tried using your Dragon Breath first. Why did you try to headbutt me?" Inari giggled. She was at the other side of the ring, as if she was there all along, watching. A wicked smirk was on her face. "Poisoning you was even easier than I had planned."

Tethys said, "I wanted my claws on you as I ripped your eyes out!" She went vertical, and the pink dragon flapped her wings at Inari to throw her off the building. All in vain. All Tethys did was attack another mirage, and waste her own energy. She felt the poison eating out at every inch of her body mass. Inari once again appeared at the other side of the ring. "Ripping my eyes out? That doesn't sound very heroic, if you ask me."

Tethys said, "Using poison won't sound quite heroic to me." It was a mocking, biting tone. "How about you fight head on, you coward?"

"I don't claim to be a hero. I am 'just a god,' after all." Inari said as she made herself comfortable. "You want to try running at me again? 'Third times the charm', as westerns say."

Tethys said, "Well, if you insist." She dive bombed Inari.

After the impact, Tethys once again found herself attacking at nothing. As she got up, her muscles and joints began to feel stiff, and ached. "This match is already over." Inari voice echoed across the ring, but she was nowhere to be found.

Tethys laughed and while it was hoarse, she said, "You sure about all of that?"

"I know it." Tethys turned around expecting to see a fox, but to her surprise something else was there. A human woman with orange hair, standing over six feet tall, with nine fox tails fanned out behind her. She was wielding a Kanata, and eight daggers could be seen floating around her. She slowly cat walked up to Tethys, her eyes fixed on her prey. "Don't worry, I won't inform your brother of your failure." "He will believe you died a hero."

Tethys put her claws to her own face, and ripped it off... Wait, there was something under her scales. She ripped off her old body, her old shell. Tethys had purified herself by shedding her old skin. She laughed at Inari, "I can heal myself, what can you do, Inari?"

Tethys only had to blink, and it was done. All eight daggers surrounding Inari flew right into each of her vials. And a single stroke of her blade slit Tethys' throat. She collapsed to the ground, unable to speak any words as her blood flowed silently unto the floor. Inari then transformed back into her Fox Avatar, whispering under her breath a spell in her native tongue. Tethys was seconds away from death, but runes had covered her body and she was somehow preserved. She then began to shrink, and transform. Tethys had no idea what was happening. She could only close her eyes as all sounds fade away... ... ... When she woke up, she felt she was healed. But something was very wrong. A giant fox paw slammed down right in front of her. She looked up to see the fox towering above her. Then she looked to see her own hands, then the rest of her body. She was no longer a dragon. She was transformed into a white rat.

The bell rang as the referee Richard Short tried to stop Inari. "What are you doing now?"

"Hmmm? What?" Inari said as one of her tailed wrapped around to pick up the rat. "Isn't it obvious, Mr. Referee? Inari Wins!~" Inari cheered, trucking the rat into the fur of her tails, out of sight.

Richard Woods: "The winner of this match, via disqualification is Tethys. And still your Artesian Belt Champion, INARI!"

After all, stealing souls is illegal.

***

(Written by BethanyClark and Sweet-Gem/Sunset, with yours truly doing major revising.)

Biggs: We're going to take our time to go to the Armageddon fight versus Harper and Arson.

Littles: Well this is an Armageddon match where both will fight in two cages one stacked on the other, linked by barbed wire. You have to win by pinfall in the ring. No submissions or disqualification at all.

A black glow emanated from the cage, and as Arson entered, he felt a sudden gloom. But when he came into the bottom cage, a scarlet light washed over him.

Richard Woods: And now, Boss Harperooner!"

"Boss Harperooner?" Arson asked.

But Harper came out looking different, way different.

Richard Biggs: What the literal hell happened to her, she looks like a demon!?

Richard Littles: That's disturbing.

Arson muttered something under his breath.

Harper-Jay now had horns, and spikes protruding from her body, as her eyes were narrowed to seem more cat like.

"Ugh, she looks worse than before," Arson said. "What happened to you?"

"I met Lilith," Harper said. "Here's to glorious battle." She arrived in the cage and licked her teeth. "Welcome to your death."

As Harperooner said that, a ring formed around the cage, as two tarot cards floated in the air, one reading "The Fool" and the other "The Empress."

Bell rang.

Saliva flew from Harper's mouth as she charged and gripped Arsons' neck chub with her teeth. She shook her head side to side and threw him across the cage. The cage rattled and Arson bounced off onto the ground. He landed on his feet, but still had wide eyes.

Biggs: Wasting no time, Harper is trying to submit that boy.

Okay, she's got bone crushing teeth, horns for show and jabbing, and more strength in those muscles I'm assuming. The bobcat gave a full charge, boosted his speed with his power, jumped into the ring, and rolled in a ball. He'd bowl straight into the hyena's legs.

Harper landed in an awkward position, her limbs twisted out of joint. As saliva and blood drooled out of her mouth, she laughed. Her once brown hyena eyes gave way to something dark, and her limbs twisted themselves back to place. Cracks echoed as her bones and muscles realigned.

Nausea rose up in Arson' stomach, and he was afraid he'd expel bile.

Her saliva dribbled down her chin, while a paralyzed Arson only stared. "Wrong move," she hissed, her voice deeper. Harper's horns glowed as she unleashed fiery saliva at his face. As it burned into his flesh, he faded.

Harper's eyes darted around. A clone? A beam of energy struck her side, and threw her over the ropes. She landed, shoulders into the apron before falling outside of the ring.

Richard Biggs: Now the outside of that ring has no give. We are fighting right now on pure bricks.

Richard Littles: No bounce or anything, that will hurt.

Harper arose. She stumbled forward, as steam expelled from her mouth. "I see, now, what I must do." She bit down on the cage wall, before popping part of it out.

Arson ran over the ring ropes, and prepared to bowl into her, but she smashed him with the metal. Again, his back raked against the cage, and he fell back, but this time onto his spine. He screamed and writhed up, before Harper stood over him. She pressed the cage into his face and he struggled.

Richard Littles: Now that's not very nice.

Richard Biggs: Trying to submit him, but all pinfalls must happen in the ring.

Arson unleashed a ball of energy, and blasted her off of him. He limped around the perimeter of the ring, and pulled out a table, with glass in the center. He got to work setting it up, until Harper clamped down on his shoulder. Her teeth dug in, ripping apart veins, as he let out a groan of pain. While he flailed at her body, she jumped onto the wall, before smashing him through the glass table.

The shards flew as Arson's back became pierced and bled, torrents of fluid.

Richard Biggs: Arson is starting to look like a porcupine.

Richard Littles: Little prick's full of pricks.

Sharp, searing pain came from all of Arson's wounds as his eyes glazed over. As he tried to pick up his head, Harper forced her paw into his mouth, and dug his claws into his mandibular nerve. As he tried to bite down, the pain from the nerve made it impossible. She slammed the back of his head into the bricks, again and again.

A burst of life from Arson, as his paws glowed. He bucked up on her chest to push her off, before slamming his head into her jaw. Harper backed up, before Arson jumped onto the fence, then off. He wrapped her head between his legs, jumped up, and momentum meant both flipped into the air before he smashed her head first into the floor.

A blast of energy rented the air as the floor got ripped apart. Plaster in the form of dust rose in the air, afterwards.

Richard Littles: That's known as the Arson Poison Destroyer.

Richard Biggs: Did he destroy his opponent?

Harper-Jay's smoke like mane flared. It engulfed her body.

"Maybe I need to teach you that lesson again." Arson pulled up a ladder, and leaned it against the hole Harper made earlier. He jumped onto the ladder, and off for a second destroyer, but Harper slapped him out of the air.

Arson flipped over, onto his ribs and knees. His body felt the impact, while Harper grabbed a second ladder. Despite how close he was, she didn't bother pushing him away, as she knew he couldn't keep fighting. She set up the second ladder into the first, making an x formation.

Richard Biggs: Remember, cruelty and creativity are the only limits in an Armageddon Steel Cage brawl.

Richard Littles: It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, then it's entertainment.

Harper bit down on Arson's nape, before throwing him into the metal ladders. Arson yelled as he bounced between the edges made by the ladders. Harper bit down on one arm exposed through the rungs, before flipping over and snapping the arm.

The snap filled the air, as Arson took his arm back, and held it. His guttural cries of pain resonated in the hellish cell.

Harper climbed back into the ring, and onto the post. She jumped, and landed back first into the x ladder. Arson got crushed between Harper and the ladders, and he hit the unnatural v. Harper bounced off and grabbed the ring wall, before dropping down safely.

Blood and sweat mixed on Arson's body, while his back was riddled with scars from the ladders and from the glass. His lifelessly fell from the x, and hit the floor. Just a thud.

Harper stalked around, and pawed the ground. "Now it's time to die." She ran at him, but Arson sent a ball of energy into her.

Harper got blasted back and hit the walls of the cell again. It shifted a centimeter, all twelve tons, while Harper sat down into the corner. Arson went out through the hole Harper made.

But he climbed up, and up to the top of the cell itself.

Harper stared at him, but took one of the ladders and set it up into the ring. She ascended into the cerulean glow of the heaven cage, before scaling the walls. She bit down on the roof, and burst through it.

Arson and Harper stared at one another.

Richard Biggs: A clash at top of the Armageddon Steel Cage. Whoever wins this clash likely wins the game.

Richard Littles: Can Arson make a last rally?

Harper wheezed and her eyes turned black. Black ooze came out of her mouth. It crept up Arson's legs, immobilizing him to the floor. She ran over to him, but he unleashed a burst of energy to break up the ooze before slapping her. Her momentum halted, before he blasted her with an orb of energy. She flew off the cell.

Arson stared down at how high he was. A full thirty feet. He didn't even bother staring at what he did to Harper, as much as he felt all the blood on him, all of his own blood. He wasn't entirely sure who he was anymore, and he curled up into a ball. It felt way easier than to deal with what just happened.

Harper grabbed the wall before she hit the floor.

Arson went to the hole in the ceiling of the cage, and grabbed the rims of the cage. As he was about to slid down into the heaven part of the Armageddon Cage, paws met his. As he felt Harper's claws into his, he saw only one thing. Pure black eyes.

"Night night, kitten," Harper said, before throwing him off. He hit the floor of heaven, before Harper jumped onto him. Both crashed into the ring in the hell.

Richard Short: One. Two. Three.

A burn appeared on Arson's neck in the shape of Arcana Number 0 - the Fool.

Richard Woods: And your winner of the Armageddon Steel Cage match, Harper-Jay!

***

Biggs: Now that is awful what's going on with Arson

Richard Littles: Now we have a new update, where we're having Leroy take on Citrus Snow in a Hanged Man's Horror Game.

Citrus Snow walked onto the roof, over into a table in the ring. She had her leg bandaged up because it had been broken.

"Dark days are up ahead and in my mind!

Evil is gonna try to catch us blind!"

Leroy walked out alone, and he kept to himself as he stared at all the ghouls.

Richard Woods: This is a Hanged Man's Horror Elements the Card Game. In this game, the rules are simple. Both players play one card, from fire, earth, water, and air. And the goal is to take the other over the ceiling and into the ground.

Leroy said, "I've already died once these games, I don't need to die again."

He sat at the table, and said, "Who goes first?"

Citrus said, "I will." She drew. "And first, I play water."

A rush of water flooded as Leroy got swept off his feet. "Oh crap!" He was taking over the battlements, but in a rush of genius, "EARTH!"

A pillar jutted from the wall, and he grabbed it. He took a deep breath.

Richard Biggs: Well, well, well, saved only in the nick of time.

"I play Wind." A burst of wind blew around, but Leroy got his other arm over. He gained purchase by sticking his claws into the mound of earth he made, still the wind threatened to blow him over.

Citrus' water froze over into ice.

Leroy stared at his hand. "Okay, for my next turn, I'm going to play my own wind."

A gale blew at Citrus, but as her claws skidded on ice, she knew she'd fall over the edge.

"Earth!" A pillar broke from the ice, and she hit it. But her pillar was vertical instead of Leroy's horizontal pillar.

Richard Littles: Sort a hoist by her own petard.

Richard Biggs: Still, Citrus is in the lead with three elements out.

Leroy knew that all Citrus needed was fire, and she'd have all four elements. "I play fire." A blaze burned and melted away the ice, before it mixed with his earth. But as the lava would burn him, he jumped into the water, and instead as both forces met, his lava was cooled into obsidian.

Leroy dug up a bit of obsidian, enough to make a sword.

Richard Biggs: Boy's been playing too much minecraft.

Citrus Snow said, "I play Fire!" Her flames came over at Leroy. Since her ice was now water, the wind she had was in discard. But Leroy's wind came out.

"Counter with wind!" The wind blew away Citrus' flames. "And I play water!" His own flood came out, but all four of his elements went into orbs.

Richard Littles: We're about to see the ultimate element!

Richard Biggs: In all three times we've played this game, never once has it come out before this.

"Fourth element, Aether!" Leroy said. A blast hit Citrus Snow. She screamed and fell over the side of the castle.

Leroy raised his arms into the air, for he had just won.

But Citrus had grabbed onto a chunk of ice still on the side of the castle. She climbed back in, and on her crutch, went over to Leroy.

Leroy anticipated she'd try to attack him. He ran over to her, about to diamondcutter her, but Citrus mule kicked him.

Richard Littles: Aren't her legs broke!?

Richard Biggs: Guess they aren't as broken as we thought.

Citrus Snow instead threw him over the walls. He screamed. He fell.

Richard Biggs: And that was hanged man's horror. But now we're onto our co main event of the evening. Berand versus Rexcelsis.

Richard Littles: A titanic clash if we've ever heard about one.

***

(Written with Kgy121.

Richard Woods: This match is for the Darkest Belt, owned by After Dark owned by Lilith. After Dark is only associated with Beast Games.

Berand strolled forward into the arena. He hadn't been paying attention, so he had no idea what the match was today.

Bells tolled in rock theme.

"5

4

3

2

1

Ask not for whom the bell toll

They toll for thee!" A giant T-Rex walked out.

"And rather I'd be slain

Then pass over the rain

Of blood they shed so well

White eyes staring at hell..."

"Finally, a worthy opponent!" declared Berand, rearing up to his full height. "Our battle shall be legendary!"

Richard Woods: Because this fight cannot happen in the ring, this will be a Falls Count Anywhere match.

Taking a cue from Harper, Berand took the initiative to close the distance before the bell rang, ploughing directly into the dinosaur's leg with his full weight. Rexcelsis took a step back, roared, and slapped his tail at Berand, rocketing him into the ropes. But Berand shot back. As Rexcelsis turned, Berand's body hit Rex's heel, flipping the dinosaur over.

The ropes would propel Berand like a rocket at Rexcelsis. As Rexcelsis turned, Berand's body hit the back of Rex's heel and Rex flipped over onto his back.

Rex tried standing, but Berand grabbed the leg he just slammed into. He spun around, shoved the limb underneath the other leg. Pretzel made, the bear fell backward, pulling both legs out from the giant's body.

Richard Biggs: A figure four leg lock!

Richard Littles: Okay, three, two, one- WOO!

Richard Biggs: I was never going to join you on that and you know that right? We have seen JAC use this before on Leroy, but Berand is way bigger than JAC.

Richard Littles: And, Rex is way bigger than Leroy...

But Rex wasn't able to get out. He thrashed around. Berand stretched his arms out to the side, and pushed himself down, over the edge of the roof, using himself as a lever to pull the legs even further out of their natural position.

Rexcelsis used Death Beam. It hit a satellite, and the satellite bounced it back down to the ground. The explosion threw both out of the figure four.

Richard Littles: Wait, what's that imply? How many of his death beams are just... Going on?

Flying off into the distance, Berand grabbed onto a chunk of exploded rock that happened to have a somewhat close flight-path. The barbearian pushed off against the temporary ground, launching himself back toward Rexcelsis' head. He couldn't reach his back to pull Harper off, so logically neither could his opponent with him.

Rex tried to grab him. But he had small arms. Rather funny small arms. Rexcelsis roared as the barbearian scaled him.

Now that he was atop the mountain that was Rex, Berand slammed his claw into the dinosaur's skull. Firmly attached, the warshaper roared in fury, transformed into his ultimate form, and grew his claws while they were buried inside colossus. Blood flowed from Rex's skull and down into his eyes. The knives at end of each finger kept piercing Rex.

Richard Biggs: Berand is on Rexcelsis like ugly on my aunt's sofa.

Richard Littles: Auntie Richard Holder?

Rexcelsis shook his head, but with a firm grip, Berand clutched into the delicious meats he had embedded himself within. Still, being flung around, Berand had to bite down to reduce movement.

Rexcelsis lowered his head, and ran straight into a battlement. Except, he ran over the battlement, and instead jumped off the castle. Since the castle was already roughly the height of Rexcelsis, he didn't mind, as he looked for the nearest feature of landscape he could see. A mountain.

With the dinosaur attempting to use the ancient bear technique, Berand knew that his best course of action was to not be near the deadly parts, or the mountain itself. Growing bear wings, he pulled his claws from the dinosaur and jumped up into the air to take advantage of the moment of impact.

Rexcelsis ran into the mountain, and knocked it over. He proved that while rock beats scissors, dinosaur beat rock.

Richard Biggs: My goodness, he just obliterated a mountain!

He stared up at the winged bear and tried slapping him out of the air with his tail.

With the speed of a bear, and also gravity, Berand blasted as quickly as he could toward the massive weak point, ready to enter deep into Rex's non sensitive but growing moreso bits.

Rexcelsis attempted to snatch him from midair with his jaws, but instead he bit down on an edge of mountain and pierced his own throat.

Richard Littles: That's how my dentist appointments work too.

With the dinosaur's head so far out of position, Berand decided on a slight change in plan. Rather than use just his claws to attack, he'd slam his entire body into his opponent's back and attack him with the entire mountain. Like a comet made of bear, he struck down beyond the massive creature's already strained center of balance.

Audience: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy Shit!

Rexcelsis stared at the bear comet and- Boom! "One, two, three!" The ref ended the count. Berand had won.

Richard Littles: Berand just won! Can you believe that!?

Richard Biggs: Nothing can possibly top that.

With that out of the way, the bear laid down and took a nap.

***

Richard Biggs: We are at the final part of the night, the main event. JAC and Swillow versus Michelle and Slash

Richard Littles: All is riding on this moment. If they lose, the Magician and the Ghost has the win and the crown of beast games. Sounds of lightning blared while the megascreen showed JAC at Mosor's ice cream shop, drinking some cookies and cream before he dropped to the floor.

"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

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

what more can be said

More than your imagination

is a nation

you try to complete

But when you're facing the elite you understand

I'm here to reap your soul."

Richard Woods: Introducing first, the Survivor JAC!

JAC walked down the aisle like a bride in a wedding soon to be a funeral.

"You say

That you're a miracle

A being made of cold

Machine reaper overload

I say it's natural

When you face the world

You reap back what they stole

It's no miracle. "

As JAC got into the ring, he spun around and leaned his full weight against the ropes.

The lights turned gray, as did the world while Slash walked out. But soon Slash seemingly separated into three figures. Slash, Coconut, Marshmallow, all slunk out and spread around the ring, the wild dogs moving in the same ways with the same sways.

Fog machines blasted as a hat rose up into existence, before its top popped off, paper flying all around in shades of pinks and blues. From the top, the tall penguin, Michelle, leader of the Magician's.

Michelle came down from the hat, and strode into the ring, ready for the final main event of the evening. It would be hard to top someone being smashed through a mountain, but she was sure she would manage.

Tale of the Tape:

JAC/Swillow VS Michelle/Slash

Weight: 130/303 VS 98/103

Height: 5'7/6'6 VS 3/2'6 Advantages: Strength and Speed VS Magic and Synchronocity

Names: "Survivor"/"Slaughterhound" VS "Magician"/"Ghost".

Intangible: "Savior"/"King" VS "Revolutionary/Eerie"

Richard Woods: This match will be for the Beast King belt, and is a ladder match. The only way to win is to climb the ladder, and grab the belt. There will be no pinfalls, tapouts, or count outs, and no disqualifications.

Richard Short: Begin.

JAC squared off against the two, and knew he had to win this in one fell swoop.

Michelle was quick to shoot an icicle at JAC, but JAC jumped over, and his elbow met Michelle's face. As Michelle was knocked out of the ring, JAC ran over to Slash. Slash jumped at him, but JAC put her over his shoulders. He put hand above tail, and other hand on neck, before twisting around in a cart wheel motion, slamming Slash into the ground.

Richard Biggs: Starting off strong with a King Arthur, then a Shell Shock.

Richard Littles: We've never seen Shell Shock from JAC before.

Richard Biggs: Only the Survivor does it, like how the Reaper's main move is the diamond cutter.

JAC ran at the ropes, and used them to get more of a push when he suicide dived at Coconut and Marshmallow. Four eyes widened before the thud came as he knocked them to the ground.

JAC stared underneath the ring, and tried pulling stuff out, while an icy dragon arose. Michelle aimed the dragon to try and grab the belt, but a ladder vaulted into the dragon's head, shattering it.

Richard Biggs: Talk about a throw!

Richard Littles: JAC just put all his power into that throw.

JAC climbed back into the ring, but as he stood, Slash mule kicked him into the ropes.

Coconut and Marshmallow stood on the apron and tried to grab him, but he wrapped his biceps around their necks. Slash charged at him, but he wrapped his legs around her neck.

As he threw her down, he dragged the other two over the ropes, and stood upon Slash's rump, where he twisted around and did an upside-down Revelation on the sisters.

As faces met mat, JAC rolled out of the way. Jesus Avalon Cross had to take a short break, but none could be afforded. Sweat exploded onto his frame, making it glisten. He grabbed the ladder he threw at Michelle's dragon, dragged it into the ring, and oriented the ladder.

An icy knight ran at JAC.

He had to do a double take, only to notice the knight was him. He managed to grab the knight by the stomach, and back of the neck, before flipping the knight, so neck hit knee and knight's head fell off.

Richard Biggs: A sort of back breaker, only on the neck.

JAC stared at Michelle, who was known for making duplicates. She only waved at him.

Two white wild dogs turned JAC around, before they kicked his legs out from underneath him and flipped him onto his head.

Richard Biggs: Foolish Zero.

Richard Littles: Looks like closing time for JAC.

Michelle went up to the ladder, and began climbing. The ghosts were more occupied with killing JAC than ever winning the title. Coconut and Marshmallow draped JAC across their backs, while Slash got onto the pole.

A yellow wolf ran into the ring, before pushing the ladder over and Michelle with. Michelle screamed as she fell over, and hit her head against a battlement.

Richard Biggs: Citrus Snow!

Richard Littles: Well anything is legal now.

As Michelle was downed, Citrus went over to the other wild dogs. JAC slipped from off their backs, while Slash did her jump at Citrus instead. But Citrus side stepped, and as Slash rose up, she threw the wild dog into the air.

Dropping to the ground, Citrus kept her feet up so they'd stab into Slash's stomach and then Citrus threw her out the ring. Marshmallow ran, but Citrus went with the slap while still on the ground.

Marshmallow staggered backwards from the sharp pain, but Coconut also came in, only to get kicked in the throat. Citrus flipped over, and mule kicked Coconut in the chest.

JAC rolled out of the ring, and set up a table. He was glad just to have a partner period, whether she was supposed to be in the match or not. He set up the ladder, while Citrus dealt with the other two.

Slash snuck up behind JAC, before grabbing the back of his head, and slamming it into the wood. JAC's head bounced back up, and he went backwards, before Slash mule kicked him in the gut.

JAC felt air release from him, and Michelle vaulted over Slash's back, only to meet a super kick to the head. JAC retrieved something silver from under the ring. Slash was about to attack him, only for Citrus to jump on JAC's new ladder, and off. As Citrus fell, she grabbed Slash and DDT'd her.

Richard Biggs: The synchronocity between these two is exceptional.

Richard Littles: We've never seen JAC tag with Swillow, but you have to imagine they'd be unstoppable.

Richard Biggs: One of the only games we've seen Citrus Snow win was with JAC.

JAC brought the ladder up against the barricade before setting it up against the ring. A ready made bridge. He slipped back into the ring, and righted the ladder Citrus knocked over.

But as he righted it, Michelle began climbing up. JAC ran up the other side, and speared her out of the air.

Richard Biggs: Lancelotus!

JAC and Michelle fell into the other ladder, shattering it.

As JAC wheezed, he tried to remember all shows that came with the new fall schedule. Then he realized no one cared about what came out this year, so he just stood up.

Coconut ran at him, but JAC lifted her onto his shoulders, hand on rump and neck, before slamming her down into a Shell Shock.

Marshmallow ran in, and JAC did a Shell Shock.

Slash came in, but as JAC got her onto his shoulders, a flipper hit between his legs. JAC crumpled and dropped Slash, before the other ghosts had him draped over their backs. Slash got onto a battlement.

Citrus ran over to aid JAC, but Michelle sent a dire wolf clone after her, the clone restraining her. Meanwhile, Slash jumped off, and hit JAC, knocking him off the other ghosts.

Richard Biggs: And that's the 21 World.

Richard Littles: Ghosts with their finishing move, meaning game's over.

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

Until I make him sing!"

Richard Biggs: Holy shit that's Swillow!

As the ebony wolf ran into the ring, her body blazed. Michelle prepared to slap Swillow, but Swillow ran her ass over, hard enough to fling her off the ring.

The ghosts ran at Swillow, only for her shoulder to knock them over. A now rising JAC felt Swillow's brunt hit him as he was knocked backwards.

Swillow jumped into the ring, up the ladder, and grabbed the belt.

Bell rang.

Richard Woods: And still your champion, Swillow the Slaughterhound!

Swillow got down. JAC walked over to her. He was about to raise her arm when-

She bit down on his throat. Blood exploded from his mouth.

Richard Biggs: What is she doing? She's using the bitter end on him.

JAC's eyes glossed over, before Swillow slammed him into the ground with the bite. JAC writhed on the ground, and Swillow put him over her shoulder before she slammed him into a battlement.

Citrus Snow went up to Swillow. "Swillow, what are you doing!?"

"I can't trust anyone else!" Swillow said, as she put him back on her shoulders. She threw him into the ring post in a buckle bomb.

JAC wrapped around and fell onto the ground, straight on the back of his neck.

Citrus Snow stood in Swillow's way. "Swillow, I don't know what's going on, but we can help."

"You weren't any help ever," Swillow said. She slapped Citrus Snow, and knocked the smaller wolf down. JAC was still on the ground, but Swillow grabbed a shard of metal from the ladder. She bit down, and rammed it between his ribs.

JAC's paladin powers made a white aura glow, and heal his wound. He tried to grab her, but she picked him up by the throat, and slammed him into the ring apron. Then she picked him up, slammed him into the ground.

A flash of white light, and JAC stood up, but Swillow mule kicked him. She bit down on his shirt, ran over, and threw him over the castle walls.

Swillow screamed at JAC, "YOU'RE FIRED! CITRUS IS FIRED! EVERYONE IS FIRED!"