Beast Games X: Lost Episode

For the purposes of this episode, JAC and Swillow are marked by the following:

Reaper JAC

Planner JAC

Hedon JAC

Survivor JAC

Swillow.

(Written with Kgy121, Bethanyclark, Lue/Vicyl, and Sunsetflower.)

Reaper: What do you mean you didn't upload the chapter?

Planner: I thought that you had uploaded the below chapter.

Reaper: The chapter about us not uploading for a couple weeks never got uploaded. Now everyone thinks we just abandoned stuff.

Hedon: So? Let's just label this the lost episode...

***

*Taped this Thanksgiving*...

Richard Biggs: This is a more sudden development, but apparently JAC's come out with some news about the future of Beast Games.

Richard Littles: That's right, something major might be happening. He may be announcing his retirement or Swillow's or maybe someone else is taking over?

JAC stood in the ring as his theme played. In his hands was a small book.

"It's a Miracle!"

"Yo," Berand said.

"I wonder what he's gonna say?" Whispered Reich to Harper. Harper just nodded, not too sure herself.

"It can't be that bad...can it?" Arson asked himself.

JAC said, "Since you all don't want to be worried too bad, I want you all to know Beast Games is going to continue. Beast Games is NOT getting cancelled."

Mild noise spread through the crowd.

JAC said, "So, my main goal has always been to make sure the fans have something to read, and look at it, to get them through a difficult time, and what's harder than the holiday season? Unfortunately, it's hard on all of us, and that includes me, and even you competitors."

JAC paced the ring, and resumed. "Now as you all can tell, this stuff weighs down on me. I'm still going to be writing down various exploits and adventures, in the Firefly Diary - that's not going away any point soon, but the problem is is that that's the only thing I'll be doing for November. You all understand?"

Reich's ears lowered.

"As long as I keep getting paid," Berand grumbled.

Vicyl nodded.

Arson tilted his head, then straightened himself. "Makes sense to me."

JAC said, "This does mean some amazing stories that could have happened are getting shortened or even gutted out. Some amazing match ideas, all of that. For the next two weeks, Beast Games and After Dark is going radio silent. We WILL resume Beast Games December, 14th, and 21st. And they will get their corresponding After Darks... Where I will be defending my newest, Brightest Championship." He held up the Darkest Belt, now dyed white. The sliders depicted a fox's butt and head, like heads and tails for a coin.

"It looked better before," Berand heckled.

Arson slurped loudly on his smoothie as he listened to everything. It all seemed so important. Yet listening to this announcement made him thirsty.

Vicyl stared intently at JAC.

JAC said, "So, more bad news, or good news, depending on how you view me. I've been talking to my big cousin Noah, and they've told me, under no uncertain terms, that I have to face Swillow at End of the World... Or it's over. If I lose to Swillow, or if I don't qualify for End of the World, I lose my job.

"For those who are unaware what that means, as General Manager, I am the person who makes the matches, and who helps keep the show running. Now at first, I did it all to Swillow's benefit, but I'm my own man now.

"However, I also was the one to manage talent. If I get fired... I have no idea what happens to the rest of you. Since I'm not a beast, but a 'person', a Homo Rex, I will HAVE to leave Beast Games and stay on After Dark with Lilith, or even leave for good."

Arson took his mouth of the straw to his drink, and licked his muzzle. To him that sounded awful, and wasn't sure if there was any other job on this planet that was just as great as the one he had. "Though it's still refreshing that he's not talking at us like we're inferior."

"So I guess you all need some good news, yeah?"

"Yeah! Give us the good news!" Harper barked.

"Hm." Vicyl grunted.

"Lilith and I talked, and she said she was willing to fuse Beast Games with After Dark for this ONE episode, meaning all matches tonight WILL count for your Beast Games record. Also, we hosting our THIRD ever Paper view event - Winter's Cup on my birthday, December 23rd."

"Oh!" squeaked Reich. Harper nodded in agreement.

"As I said, we only get three weeks of build up more to it, and that means we only get six matches plus a halfway show. However, you will all be glad to know that we will be having a ladder match where the winners will get a briefcase for an opportunity after the Artesian champion. Beyond that, there will be a tag team match, I'll be defending my belt, along with Swillow."

"Bears are great at climbing, that's mine!" Berand declared.

"And the best part of all is that tonight, we're going to decide WHO'S FACING SWILLOW! And who might even end up being my opponent at End of the World if things go well.

"There will be a fatal five way between: Harper-JAy, ONE, Vicyl, MEW3, and Leroy.

"If that person beats Swillow at Winter Cup, they're going on as Beast King to End of the World.

"So, for the rest of the night, we're going to show the results of Spanksgiving, where my man, Berand is going to be whooping ass and taking names, and a little more literally than the victims would like before his big match-"

Arson did a spit take. "Wait, what?" He asked with shock.

"Eeek!" Said Reich. He did not want his butt to be kicked.

JAC gripped the microphone harder. "Now, my next match, you've all been wondering about. I have to beat someone, or else, like I said, I don't face Swillow, and I lose my job... Fortunately, I have someone in mind..."

The lights went off, before the megascreen showed a bunch of red eyes with black pupils.

Richard Biggs: It's those red eyes we keep seeing in his promos.

Richard Littles: What in the world are those things?

"The Yaldabeouth is coming," JAC said. "And he's going after traitors..."

Richard Biggs: Yaldabeouth?

The jumboscreen said, "WAR." And then showed something from earlier in the year.

Inari was silent. She did not move and she was not happy. With anyone. She knew what was going on, and she could not figure out who she was angrier at. Swillow, or Michelle. Swillow stared at Inari, not sure what her problem was. "Sorry, lady. You befriended a law breaker, and now I'm going to break her. Join in, or don't."

Harper stiffened. something didn't seem right. Her gut told her so. She eyed Inari.

"You are not fit to wear that Crown, Chonky Butt." Inari declared. "A meat head like you needs to serve, not rule." Inari's stare became intense.

Harper began to back away, and finally stood so that all three could see each other.

Swillow stared at Inari. "Bow down. Before I make you."

Inari uncharacteristically, nearly cackled. "You are quite the beast. A beast that should serve ME."

"Michelle, I am here ready to help!~" Inari smiled slyly. "Please help release Arson, and I will help with whatever scheme you have going on.")

JAC darkened from the more affable Hedon to the Reaper... "Bitches who say shit, get hit."

Arson growled lowly at JAC's attitude towards Inari. His muscles tensed, and he unsheathed his claws. How dare he talk to her that way! I don't care if there are different sides of him. He needs to be silenced! he thought to himself.

Reich also frowned. He didn't like the pretty fox calling Harper a chunky butt.

Vicyl stared silently.

JAC paced the ring, and said, "She said that all the way in September and still has yet to try anything because she is a coward."

JAC said, "I'm taking out Inari, going on to beat up Swillow, and when Swillow loses she'll have to relinquish her crown to someone, anyone else."

Reich gasped and looked to Harper. Harper didn't know what to think. The thought of Swillow losing shook her.

JAC said, "I did a lot of bad things for you Swillow. A lot of bad things... And I don't seek forgiveness, no, but you gave me a revelation by throwing me off the top of Slash's haunted castle!"

JAC said, "So let's make this real easy-"

"UNTIL THE BITTER END!"

Richard Biggs: Holy shit it's Swillow!

Richard Littles: She's coming.

Swillow unleashed a howl and ran down the ramp way.

Swillow jumped into the ring, and JAC stared her down. Both butted their heads together as they went onto a stare down. "I have no doubts you'll beat Inari," Swillow said. "I have no doubts you'd beat Rexcelsis, but let's get one thing straight here, that I am the undisputed best in Beast Games that ever was, ever is, and ever will be. Because I am the alpha-"

She paused. "Oh, wait, those aren't real, just like your biceps. Anyway, I'm a lone wolf now. Which also don't exist for real, but, you take what you can get."

JAC stared down at the contract. It was clearly intended for her to sign. "Swillow, your incorrigible behavior and fondness of jokes stems basically from a fear - a fear that you'll be betrayed by everyone you love. Your lone wolfness comes from the fact that no one likes you. You have no friends. No company. And you're a bitch."

"I am literally a bitch," Swillow said. "Just like you're literally brainless."

"Literally would mean-"

Swillow bucked JAC in the head, probably knocking his brain off its stem. As he staggered, the contract dropped from his hands, but as she rushed him, he superkicked her square in the jaw. Her teeth chattered as she rolled out of the ring.

Richard Littles: JAC just got the sneak attack on Swillow!

Richard Biggs: That JAC's more vicious than someone with a porcupine in their trousers!

Richard Littles: He's as vicious as someone who has something as big as a porcupine in their trousers!

JAC jumped through the ropes and suicide dived into Swillow, smashing her against the metal. He slid underneath the ring. Swillow gave chase, but as she was coming out the other side, she found a shovel blade getting shoved under her neck and arm. Her head was trapped between the metal under the ring apron, and the concrete floor.

Richard Biggs: JAC can't really be thinking...

Richard Littles: Oh no way...

JAC retreated a few steps, before running and stomping down on the wooden handle of the shovel. Swillow's neck smashed between the sharp edge of the blade and the metal of the ring, the edge digging right between sections of neck, choking her. As her throat felt like it was ripped apart, she coughed up blood onto the concrete.

Vicyl watched the fight calmly, while Reich gasped and crouched. He covered his eyes with his paws.

JAC jumped back into the ring, but Swillow's eyes went black with white pupils. She pulled herself in with eight black tentacles. JAC went for a second superkick on Swillow. She stayed standing. JAC hit two more Superkicks on either side of her face, but while she went back or skidded back, she still stood. Swillow slapped JAC across the face, sending him flying away.

Blood leaked from his face... Swillow rampaged, but JAC sidestepped, leaned backwards and wrapped his arms around Swillow's waist.

JAC pulled himself up so Swillow was in pile driver position. But he ascended the turnbuckles and got on the top post, before jumping down. The ring shattered.

Richard Biggs: Holy shit we've never seen anything quite like this before. JAC just broke the ring, with Swillow's head!

Richard Littles: Did that break her neck?

Blood poured from Swillow and JAC's faces. He wiped either hand across either face, before picking up the contract. He signed with their bloods before closing the contract.

Richard Littles: He just signed in her blood! I don't know if that's forgery but what we've seen is definitely criminal!

The bobcat gave exaggerated gestures when the damage was delivered to Swillow. "OOOOH! Man that's brutal." Arson was glad he wasn't the one getting brutally battered and cut up like Swillow was. Even if she was a jerk sometimes.

Vicyl shivered. She couldn't imagine herself surviving an attack of that magnitude.

Richard Biggs: This match was just signed. If JAC beats Inari, and Swillow wins against the winner of the fatal five way, JAC will be facing Swillow at End of the World.

Richard Littles: Which is just one week after JAC's birthday!

Richard Biggs: Well, onto the rest of our night, it will be Berand hitting Arson and Ahmond with a boot, spanking Ahmond and Cyras, and mauling Reich and Ahmond. That's all coming up next.

***

As JAC walked down the corridor, he ended up coming face to face with Citrus.

"Sup," JAC said.

"Yeah," Citrus Snow said, staring him up and down. Then she fixated on the belt. "What's up, Champ?"

JAC's gaze fell on his belt. "I have an After Dark match with ONE later for the belt."

"I'll watch."

"You should." JAC stepped away as Citrus stared at him.

***

Richard Biggs: For our only match tonight off the records, it's JAC versus ONE, and that will be our post main event.

Richard Littles: Our real main event will be the Five Way, but first we will be having our next segment.

Richard Biggs: As opposed to having the segment after that?

Richard Littles: Anyway, to Berand with the whooping and stuff.

Harper-Jay had been exempt from punishment, however Cyras and Ahmond were getting punished as a pair. Arson would soon be hit with a big metal boot, and Ahmond and Reich were getting mauled. By a rabid bear.

The not yet rabid bear stepped into the punishment chamber, the first two victims of his being Cyras and Ahmond.

Berand waved a metal boot in his right paw. "We're beating good tonight!"

Cyras flinched and said, "Well, that can't be the worst thing-Why is that table there." And there was the famous table where they strapped inmates into before beating them.

"For your beatings!" the bear said. "I'll try not to break the table."

The two got strapped down to the table, a leather strap across their backs. "Begin!" the chamber itself said. It seemed to be animate enough.

Starting on the left, the bear warmed up with his left paw, not sure exactly how much force the table could withstand. Back about halfway, and then bang! Right into Ahmond. Then into Cyras.

The table buckled under the force as the girls shrieked. Ahmond's hair frizzed up, along with Cyras'

Berand wound up, and switched his stance before putting a metal boot on his paw.

Cyras' eyes widened. "Uh... What's with that boot?"

"Your punishment is boot AND spanking."

Ahmond said, "I thought it was for hitting on the head. Won't that, like, severely damage our butts?"

"Like I know, I'm just the one carrying it out."

Ahmond said, "Wait, Berand, you don't have to..."

The boot slammed into her rump, twice as hard as with a bear paw, making her squeal. "Ow!"

Eight whips formed from Cyras' tail, and covered her behind. These were known for their pure destructive force, exploding when they made contact. "Unless you want to blow up, move away Fleabag!"

So Berand just used restraining cuffs, and hit harder. Cyras yowled in pain. "Even Swillow wasn't this much of a jerk!"

Ahmond said, "No, she was worse..."

You see, Ahmond was used to being spanked by her family members, her many cousins. They would spank her all the time. Cyras, meanwhile, only had to suffer at the hands of Ryvoh, quite literally, and also her cousin Owlis. And occasionally the city guard who caught her stealing food.

"Hmm... I think the boot only gets used once. How many times do I have to spank?" the bear asked. "About ten times?"

"Uh, maybe less?" Ahmond asked, before he began hitting again. Since dire blood was yellow, their behinds glowed canary.

Slapping them once again, Berand asks, "So is there some kind of healing service around here or something?"

Cyras and Ahmond felt a sudden barrage of slaps from Berand, unable to really protect themselves. "Because these are weird colors," the bear stated. "Eh, guess I'll just D20 you."

Ahmond and Cyras asked, "What's a D20?"

"I don't know, so I'll just hit HARD," roared Berand, turning into a bear.

Cyras and Ahmond said, "No!"

Berand's paw grew to massive proportions, as the wrath of nature itself filled in his fist. He slammed his hand onto both bottoms simultaneously.

Both of their eyes widen as the table breaks underneath them. Cyras was barely able to speak or move, while Ahmond was nearly unconscious herself. It was five times harder than the others. And it broke the damn metal table.

The bell rang, and Berand roared.

The bobcat walked into the chamber, only to get knocked out by a kick with a metal boot. Berand roared.

Now for rabid bear mauling. Berand bit down on a can of whipped cream, giving him a foamy mouth.

Reich meekly walked in, and observed the damage. His eyes widened, as his ears flattened to his skull.

Reich and Ahmond stood up to the brute, Berand. They stared at each other, and nodded. Ahmond filled brown waves into Reich, increasing his strength as he ran at Berand, his body sparking with lightning.

Berand picked him up, put him on his shoulders, before spinning around. Reich went flying into the walls of the chamber before getting knocked around.

Ahmond jumped at Berand, but he picked her up, and threw her out a window.

Ahmond rolled, but still had shards coming out of her body. She struggled, walking around the grass, before Berand jumped out the window and frog splashed onto her. She squeaked, and all air escaped her as he crushed her ribs into diamonds.

Reich ran at Berand, and was going to jump on him, when he miscalculated. He fell and skidded on his chest against the mud.

Berand backed up, and stared at Reich's behind. He growled, before running. His foot punted Reich in the rear, giving him a literal butt kicking.

Reich screamed as he flew, perhaps hundreds of feet into the air.

Berand roared one more time, as he was the bear.

The best bear.

***

Richard Biggs: Here we are, Five-Way, where we're going to see quite a clash of styles.

Richard Littles: We've also been seeing JAC a lot lately. Way too much. Who wants to see that ugly mug more than once in a day?

Richard Biggs: With a face only a mother could love-

Richard Littles: Actually, even she didn't love it.

Richard Biggs: What a shame.

Vicyl stood in the ring, with MEW3 the yellow tiger, Leroy, Harper-Jay, and Second the pink leopard.

The match began.

All five converged. Vicyl's knee came up, and knocked MEW3 in the jaw, just as he was going for Second, but Second was swinging her fist at MEW3's jaw, meaning it got compacted between the two's joints.

As MEW3 collapsed, Harper-Jay's jaws snapped just above Leroy's head. They jumped up, and slammed the back of their knee down on Harper-Jay's nugget, and slammed her to the ground.

Richard Biggs: Leroy with the Cheat Codes.

Second held her arms up to take a barrage of punches from Vicyl, but Vicyl went for a gut punch. As Second wheezed and hunched over, Vicyl brought her knee up. Second backed up, whirled her arms around to prevent falling over, before Vicyl landed a kick to the chest.

A bunch of whips came from Leroy's tail to the backs of Vicyl's legs, making her fall down. She gasped. Leroy hopped, and struck her across the jaw, and she fell to the floor.

A hand came up between Leroy's legs, and flipped them over onto their back. MEW3 kept him pinned.

Richard Short: One, two-

Harper-Jay pushed MEW3 out of the way.

Richard Biggs: A lot of back and forth. No rest, and no respite.

Richard Littles: So far, Vicyl has never lost a match.

Richard Biggs: Indeed, but my pick is Harper-Jay.

Richard Littles: Can you imagine? Will she have to forfeit under Swillow's orders?

Richard Biggs: Well she didn't choose to be in this battle, did she?

"UNTIL THE BITTER END!"

Swillow marched out to the ring, and all stopped, before her body blazed. Harper-Jay got out of the ring, as Swillow ran four people over, knocking them away.

Swillow slid out over to commentary.

Swillow: What's up, boys and Littles?

Richard Littles: If you said boys, you have to imply there are two boys, at least.

Richard Biggs: Don't try too hard.

Richard Littles: So Swillow, who are you voting on in this match?

Swillow: Harper-Jay.

Richard Littles: You never beat her without cheating before.

Swillow: Yes, and I never beat you either. If you want, I can have that arranged.

Vicyl stood up, cartwheeled, and landed an elbow into Leroy, knocking them down. Harper-Jay ran towards her, but Vicyl sidestepped. Harper's head slammed into a pole.

Richard Littles: Vicyl is very impressive.

Swillow: She's okay.

Richard Biggs: Swillow, are you okay after that contract signing?

Swillow: As good as I ever have been.

Vicyl threw MEW3 back into the ring, before ascending to the top pole. She jumped backwards, a moonsault, before splashing onto MEW3. She hooked his leg.

Richard Short: One, two-

MEW3 kicked out, and Vicyl stood up on her knees. She picked him up by the armpits, before running and throwing him into a ring post. He screamed as she jacked his shoulder up, and he landed outside, onto the mat. Vicyl held her arms up, waiting for an opponent.

As she turned, Harper-Jay ran up on her, before stomping her chest with all fours. Harper sat down, and pinned Vicyl.

Richard Short: One, two-

An arm wrapped around Harper-Jay's neck, and she smashed her face onto the ground. Leroy stood over, before rolling Harper-Jay into a pin.

Richard Short: One, two-

Three. Leroy won the match.

Swillow: Not what I expected at all. I was expecting speckle butt to win.

Richard Biggs: That's who you face at the main event of the final Paper View of the year.

Richard Littles: Do you think you can handle it?

Swillow: Of course I can. I've beat her... Him?... Once already. Do they have a gender?

Richard Littles: Yes, but it's unknown.

Swillow: Oh, like the letter A?

Richard Littles: No, that's Unown-

Swillow: I'm just messing with you. You need to lighten up. Anyway, let's crack open a cold one. I'm waiting for an After Dark...

***

Richard Woods: This match is an After Dark match. This match will be off the record books, and will only be for the Brightest Belt. Introducing first, trying to achieve a weight of 140 pounds before his match with Swillow, he is the General Manager of Beast Games, the Planner, Jesus Avalon Cross, or JAC!

"It's a miracle..."

JAC stood in the ring, and awaited for his opponent.

Richard Woods: And his opponent, weighing in at 160 pounds, he is the former leader of the SOS, the Rebel, ONE!

"I am the ONE!"

ONE rode on a skateboard towards the ring.

Citrus Snow walked down the entrance ramp, and went over to commentary.

Swillow: Sup?

Citrus Snow: Sup, Champ, how are you doing?

Swillow: I'm great, how are you doing?

Citrus Snow: Absolutely dandy, how are you feeling?

Swillow: Just awesome, and how are you feeling?

Citrus Snow: Gonna watch some fighting. You?

Swillow: Already watching fighting.

Richard Biggs: We're getting set with an After Dark, off the records match.

Richard Littles: It's JAC versus ONE. Anything can happen.

Richard Biggs: If we've learned from their last match, the first ever Beast Games, we can attest to the carnage about to happen.

The bell rang as the two rushed at each other. JAC jumped up for the spinning back elbow, but ONE dropped to the ground before rolling him up in a pin.

One, two-

JAC kicked out, before throwing light punches and jabs at one to back him into a corner. "Stay!" JAC stomped on his stomach with his foot repeatedly. As ONE was grounded, JAC kept it up. "No. D.Q. Means. No. R. And. R!"

Richard Biggs: JAC on him like a butter on a biscuit.

Citrus Snow: Yeah, a size seven boot, that's gotta hurt.

JAC grabbed the back of ONE's head to stand him up, before slapping him across the breast bone. ONE's cringed as he felt the back of JAC's knuckles. However, he unsheathed his claws, and gave an open handed slap to JAC's jaw. JAC's head jerked back as blood lines formed on his face.

Swillow: Woo, almost shaved the ferret off his face!

Richard Littles: Swillow, are you afraid JAC may face you later?

Swillow: No doubt he's gonna face me. Boy's gonna whoop punks for me.

"Behold, you have drawn first blood!" the planner JAC said as he grabbed a ring rope. As ONE charged him, JAC dropped down, and ONE flew over. ONE's knees buckled, before JAC jumped through the ropes for a suicide dive, only for metal to meet his head.

Swillow: Ow! Smacked!

Blood leaked from JAC's skull as ONE unfolded the metal chair. "You think that hurt?" ONE asked, before shoving JAC's head between the hole. ONE backed up, before somersaulting, bursting back up, and kneeing JAC's skull.

JAC flew out from the chair, twisted to the ground, but got back up. Holding a finger up, JAC said, "I don't think anything besides about the fact I now taste music, and hear purple!"

ONE tried to throw JAC back in the ring, but an elbow caught his chest. Then a backfist caught his face.

Richard Biggs: JAC is brawling back ONE.

Swillow: And boy for someone who's number one, is he looking back right now!

JAC wrapped his arm around ONE, before grabbing his underwear. "I am bully, the underwear destruction transformed."

Richard Littles: Is he about to?

Citrus Snow: Wedgie Suplex.

JAC pulled so hard on ONE with an atomic wedgie, that he was able to lift ONE's entire body weight by the tighty whities (really tighty-grayies at this point) and suplex him over.

ONE screamed after falling, and from the severe groin based damage he received. As he fell onto all fours, he punched the ground repeatedly.

JAC stood behind him, waiting for ONE to get into a vertical position. As ONE turned, JAC speared him into the ground.

Citrus Snow: And he's not getting back up after that.

Swillow: As if he was getting back up period.

JAC helped ONE back into the ring, before rolling in for a pin.

One, two, three.

Richard Biggs: Well, that's a wrap.

Richard Littles: Guess that means he won and retained.

JAC pointed over at Citrus Snow, and Citrus Snow glared back.

Next Week:

Off the forbidden episode, Leroy must now confront Swillow.

Rexcelsis reigns over the locker room, but could Cyras be the one to turn that all around?

Finally, the Ice Cream Pack must return to the games.