Fallout from Halloween.

Richard Biggs: Greetings, we are here with our first ever episode after Halloween, which was so violent it had to be given a strict mature rating. Needless to say, we will have the scores posted.

Richard Littles: We are deeply troubled by the inconvenience, but it was all needed because of the horrific events. Right now, if you haven't read Halloween, please do so now, we will be releasing spoilers of what happened next week.

Richard Biggs: As a reminder to all the folks at home, we are getting some fresh starts in Beast Games, and some new people will be debuting next week. But for now, we have something to hear from our Beast King, Swillow.

"Until the bitter end!"

"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?"

Flare jets hit the roof of the arena, as Swillow walked out. 300 pounds, and over 6 feet tall on all fours. The black wolf let out a howl before running down the entrance ramp. She jumped up, grabbed the ring ropes, and slingshot over, converted to a somersault, before springing back up in the center.

She grabbed the microphone. "So, I am Beast King Swillow, and dammit, I fired all my staff. Every single one. Arson? Gone. Citrus? Axed. That useless Ice Cream Pack who never brought home any wins?" She made a cutting motion at her throat.

"But most importantly, and most notably, I got rid of JAC. Who's still our general manager as he's just here to host the games, not really the one to be part of the games. I know one of you was asking about that, but basically..." Swillow put one paw up in a shrugging motion. "Turns out JAC's still general manager, nothing I can do about that. But something I can do, is focus on the future, and the future is looking hot."

A graphic appeared on the screen, showing the top contenders. In order: Berand was the sixth contender, Leroy was fifth, then Harper, Rexcelsis, JAC, and Inari. Swillow said, "So let's run over the numbers, shall we? Alright, Berand is already a champion, so he looks good. And he just won a battle royale!" Swillow pursed her lips and nodded. "Great. Great."

Then she pointed to Leroy. "How did you get on this list? Is this some sort of joke, like you moving out and getting your own house? That's not a gamer stereotype by the way, this kid really still lives at home. Well, before he became a dinosaur."

She pointed to Harper, and giggled. "I own her face." She dangled a mask from her paws.

Next, Rexcelsis. "Death beams, not bad. Actually looks like a threat. Maybe he should get a shot, if it wasn't for the fact I Bitter Ended him at War."

Swillow leaned against the ropes to relax. "So at the end of the day, that just leaves the two people I haven't beaten yet. JAC, who I threw off a roof, and Inari who... Well..."

Inari's graphic showed up, but Inari was next to Berand, while Arson was in the background, playing a video game console. "Oh yeah, right, she's a two-timer. Wait, she's trying to get into Harper's pants as well, right? Make that a triple timer. Go girl, get you some." Swillow rolled her eyes. "Not that I'm unaccepting of others' life styles, but really, this was all Arson had, so that's depressing, really, it is." Swillow stared down in mock depression. "Yeah, that's rough, that's hella rough. But I don't think our next Beast King should be someone who thinks marriage is a sacred institute, and is a sacred person themself, and yet finds time on the side to justify it all. Not to mention she kept trying to screw us over at War Games and was willing to bow down to Michelle. Seems like Inari's of looser morals than someone who's our actual Beast King of Games, and speaking of which, let's look back."

She stared at the graphic and said, "Well I have to pick someone. After all, I defend my crown once a month. And since I'm feeling a bit like killing someone, how about we do something next week? Not right now. I'm too busy having an adrenaline rush on how happy I am that a couple days ago I shed some backstabbing moron named JAC. Let's be real, I'm not too stupid to know it was a me or him sorta thing. Gotta cut off the bad friends before they turn on you."

Swillow ran her eyes up and down the board. "So, we're looking for a moral, strapping young person, with a good strength too so they don't lose it immediately. Well. Guess I'll take on, I dunno, Leroy?"

"WAIT!"

Swillow's eyes narrowed as a broken legged Mosor walked down. The brown wolf fox asked, "Are you going to turn your backs on us? After all we've done for you? We offered you our home when Michelle, or the Clone Swillow, burned your castle down."

Swillow said, "Yeah, um." Her lips popped, and she said, "If you haven't noticed, kinda the king." She waved her paw at Mosor. "So I was able to just get a new castle built. You can go now."

Mosor said, "No, this isn't fair to us! We've stood with you, and now you're trying to fire us?"

Swillow said, "Not trying, doing. What part of that don't you get?"

Mosor said, "Swillow, the Ice Cream Pack swears we will hunt you down."

Swillow said, "I'm not taking in any more servants. Turns out I already have a good one. Isn't that right, Harper?"

Mosor turned back, only for a hyena to tackle into her. Mosor screamed as Harper Jay got her other leg, and-

Snap!

Mosor laid screaming on the ground, while the demon hyena went over to Swillow. But her demon form returned to a more regular form.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Swillow said, "Welcome to my one and only. From now on, you are no longer just a servant." Swillow grinned at Harper-Jay. "You are my only friend." She gave Harper-Jay a wad of cash, and patted her on the head. "So there's the pay I owed you."

Harper only growled, but that was more towards the world than at Swillow. The announcement hit, that next week, Swillow's first defence from Halloween would be against Leroy.

Swillow walked down the arena. Her theme played again, while Harper walked along behind her. Swillow wasn't one to care much about Lilith, and whatever was going on with Harper, didn't matter. So what if Harper was now a demon, or going to kill everything in sight? Harper could go back to being not a demon. Or pretend to not be a demon.

Swillow asked Harper, "Hey, just to make sure, you don't want to kill me, right?"

"No," Harper said. "I would never slay you."

Swillow said, "So the only thing you slay is my foes and ass right?" Swillow laughed as she went into the dark recesses of the stage.

***

Citrus Snow: Beast Games is accepting new submissions. You do not have to read all of Beast Games to join, but you should consider it. It's only 70000 words.

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Richard Biggs: Great job for Citrus for advertising. Man, if only we had advertisements that grand and long all the time.

Richard Littles: Almost an infomercial.

Richard Biggs: Alright, coming up next is one of our new submissions.

Yellow lights hit, as the name Vicyl got splayed across the screen while she walked out. A beast kin. A yellow wolf in bipedal form walked down, carrying a halberd in one hand. She sauntered to the ring.

As she entered, she was careful to lower the middle rope before walking between.

She turned and stared out. "My name is Vicyl, and I am the leader of the Order of Light." She lowered the microphone, as she knew she had to nail delivery. "Apparently, Athyn and Tethys both have had their souls stolen. But I'm not going to sit down and let this happen. That's why I'm going after Swillow and Inari to avenge what either have done to my team."

Several dragons, one of each color except pink and blue, walked out. "The Order of Light is a peaceful pack. Not like some of the others. We do what is right-"

"With violence! And hatred! And pain!"

Vicyl stared up at a crow's nest, to see Leroy. "Isn't that right, Vicyl?" the dinosaur asked. The velociraptor sat on the iron railing. "Weren't you trying to "X" JAC with the Ghosts, and didn't you lose your artefactor? You have had the least interesting debut ever. All you've done is proven you're a second rate fighter from a third rate group."

Vicyl shouted back, "You say new high score every time you get a B or better on your math quiz." Leroy's jaw dropped. "Yeah, I talked to Rexcelsis, he told me everything."

Leroy muttered, "He can speak, since when?"

Vicyl said, "You can get your scaly behind down here for the punishment you've earned, or you can live in the disgraceful state you already exist in. If I were you, I'd taken my beating honorably, but then again, if I were you, I'd probably forget and complain when Arson beats me on his new console. By the way, when you visit him next for games, I hear Berand gave him the new Pokemon."

Leroy said, "Nah, it's the new Sonic."

"Oh that's sad."

"Yeah I know." Leroy stared down. "Well, fine, guess that's our main event tonight. Some green blood versus Leroy." He got off the railing. "Lemme get prepped."

"You have fifteen minutes," Vicyl said.

***

Richard Biggs: So good news, we're getting rid of the old punishment wheel as was designed by Swillow. And now we're getting a new state of the art punishment chamber for some more whacky fun.

Richard Littles: Whacky being literal.

Richard Biggs: Our old one is getting to be used in a final fight with everyone Swillow hates, but won't have time to kill herself. Isn't our King generous, making sure they still get screen time?

Richard Littles: She is the best king I've ever had. Always said we needed more female kings. And hey, maybe some more male queens if you know what I'm saying.

Richard Biggs: Well anyway, that's happening them November 23rd, right before Thanksgiving!

Richard Littles: Our main losers will be Arson, Ahmond, and apparently even Harper-Jay? We'll update with more news as the weeks progress.

Richard Biggs: Right now, onto Vicyl versus Leroy.

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"Dark days are up ahead and in my mind.

Evil is gonna try to catch us blind.

Up Down Up Down Left Right Left Right A B A B."

Instead of coming into the stage regularly, Leroy was sat in a little racer car which was style like a video game controller. Within it was a smaller controller he was using to propel. He pushed on the up button to move forward, before using the X button to make the little ship jump up and into the ring.

Vicyl glared at him, while Leroy jumped out. He set it outside.

Richard Woods: This is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, standing at 6 feet and weighing 190 pounds, she is the leader of the Order of Light, Vicyl! And her opponent, standing in at 3 feet, and weighing in at two bags of corn chips but wasn't able to afford name brand, he is the Gamer, Leroy!

Bell rang.

Vicyl ran and jumped at Leroy, her knee hitting him in the nose. He fell down, grabbing the sensitive body part.

Vicyl climbed up the ring post, didn't look back, and jumped backwards into a moonsault. She splashed on Leroy. Leroy almost managed a full sit up from the pain.

Vicyl stood, and aimed several kicks against Leroy's chest. As his sternum was tattooed by her leg, she swung her arm to loosen it up before clotheslining him. Leroy fell back again.

Richard Biggs: Explosive from the start.

Richard Littles: No way Leroy's going to be getting up after this.

Vicyl picked up Leroy, having him sat on her shoulders, before she put her hands under his arm pits.

Richard Biggs: And now Leroy is in the electric chair.

Richard Littles: We haven't even seen Vicyl use magic yet, but what a fine way to debut now.

Vicyl launched him into the ring post, where his head hit. He was flung back, but felt almost no pain from the concussion earned after hitting the metal. Vicyl covered him for a pin.

Richard Short: One. Two- what the!?

Leroy kicked out, but kicked out hard enough Vicyl jumped and hit Richard Short, knocking him into the ring ropes and the ref was out. Leroy stared at Vicyl, before somersaulting and drop kicking her in the chest.

Vicyl took several steps backwards, while Leroy climbed up the ring post. Vicyl went to intercept, and stood on the ropes. She wrapped her arm around his neck so she could suplex him, however he dropped his weight.

Vicyl, however, was still almost three times heavier than him. She grabbed his tail for extra leverage, and yanked up. Leroy waved his little feet and was able to stay, before he slipped down between her legs. Then he grabbed her thighs, and slammed her into the ground.

Richard Littles: Leroy with the sunset powerbomb!

Richard Biggs: Vicyl was going for that superplex off the top rope. But Leroy was able to counter.

Vicyl sat up, and Leroy unleashed whaps with his tail to her back and chest, before he jumped in the air. The back of his knee caught the back of Vicyl's head and whiplash kicked in as it jerked around.

Richard Littles: Leroy with the Cheat Codes!

Leroy climbed onto the top rope. Vicyl barely had stood up, before Leroy jumped, about to do the RKDinO.

Vicyl brought her knee up and hit his nose again with perfect precision. He flipped over, onto his shoulders.

As she walked over to him, she knew she had to put him away for good. She put him over her shoulders, before throwing him just far enough she could reach out and kick him in the jaw. Leroy fell, and Vicyl was able to pin again. For the full three count.

Richard Biggs: Ending one great match with a full on assault. What was known as Righteous Fury.

Richard Littles: That was our show tonight, but some new stars are coming in on After Dark. We'll see you next Friday!