Paper View Christmas: Swillow Versus Leroy
Richard Biggs: We are here for the third ever paper view we've had, and we have four matches lined up.
Richard Littles: And we're starting off with a ladder match.
Richard Woods: The following is a ladders match for the Artesian Championship. The only way to win is to climb a ladder, and take the belt down from where it stands.
A Christmas song that was not trademarked at all, not at all, played as Berand came down in an ice cream truck lit up with Christmas lights. The lights went in rhythm with the music. The song had been modified to fit with not only the ice cream truck jingle, but with heavy metal.
Richard Biggs: Driving in on that heavy metal ice cream truck.
Ahmond grabbed ice cream from the back, and threw bars at audience members, allowing them to grab and consume the frozen dairy treats, before the truck came to a halt.
Berand came out, and flexed his muscles before roaring. Audience members cheered as the biggest babyface, possibly in Beast Games history (since it was only six months old anyway) walked out into the ring.
Spotlights flashed on Vicyl before the wolfkin walked out. She was a bipedal, and sure, she looked a bit more human than wolf, but a werewolf could come to Beast Games. She kept a serene gaze trained on Berand as she stepped in.
Flame jets burst as Arson paced down to the ring. He flashed a smile, which looked a little dorky considering his tiny baby teeth. Yeah, he was an adult. Still, he had tiny baby teeth, probably only able to bite off a finger, if even that. Also, he should have brushed.
Richard Biggs: Those are nasty teeth.
Richard Littles: Those are, uh, oniony yellows instead, but man, are those messed up teeth. Reminds me of how my parents wanted me to be an orthodonist.
Fireflies lit up the screen as Mosor ran down the ramp and into the ring. She didn't really have any entrance, so she just stared around, wondering if she should do something else.
Flames burst again, as the demon Harper-Jay walked down, a corrupted mass of red flesh along with goat like horns and massive jaws. Already a hyena's jaws could shatter nearly anything. Hers were able to probably rip metal like paper.
Finally, a trash can came into the ring, hitting Berand in the back of the head. The bear fell forward.
The match began, with Citrus Snow getting a cheap shot on Mosor by bucking her in the face, before dropping down in front of Arson, and slapping him across the cheek.
Vicyl focused on the demon Harper, and booted her in the side of the head, before Citrus Snow and Vicyl focused on the other.
Richard Littles: Are we about to see a rematch from last Beast Games?
Richard Biggs: This is gonna be amazing now.
Vicyl jumped for a flying knee, but Citrus ran underneath, before popping up. She hooked Vicyl's shoulders with her paws, and dropped down, slamming Vicyl's back on her paws.
Vicyl screamed from the sharp back claws entering her skin before Citrus tossed her away.
Richard Biggs: Almost like an inverted Matrix shift.
Richard Littles: That's known as a back alley backstabber by Citrus Snow and is it brutal.
Citrus Snow stood up, only to see a flying chair hit her in the snout.
Berand threw more chairs into the ring, before Arson jumped from a barricade onto him. He did the Arson Poison Destroyer on Berand, and smashed his head into the concrete outside the ring.
Richard Biggs: Now that's not very nice.
Arson said, "I'm not planning to be nice!" He grabbed a ladder, and shoved it into the ring.
Vicyl, who was still inside the ring, grabbed the ladder.
Arson and Vicyl engaged in a tug of war. Vicyl dropped down into a squatting position for more power, while Arson kept a firm grip on the equipment. Vicyl released, slingshotting the ladder into Arson.
Arson tumbled backwards, and almost retched because the metal hit his gut. He crawled around dazed.
Mosor ran into the ring, and hopped at Vicyl. She placed a paw on Vicyl's forehead, and did the Firefly Slam to smash Vicyl into the mat. Both bounced.
Citrus Snow rolled out of the ring, and grabbed a second ladder, but instead bridged the gap between ring and barricade. She went underneath, grabbed some barbed wire, and despite the blood, wrapped barbed wire around the ladder.
Richard Biggs: What kinds of sadist ideas does Citrus Snow have?
Richard Littles: I think she's planning on taking the others out of commission to win this match.
Mosor stared at Citrus Snow, but Citrus waved at her as a sign. Mosor realized the idea, and nodded.
As Vicyl stood up, Mosor grappled the back of her head, muttered something in her ear, presumably a taunt, and threw Vicyl over.
Vicyl hopped onto the ropes instead, and somersaulted onto Citrus Snow. Mosor smirked.
Richard Biggs: Mosor just betrayed Citrus Snow.
Richard Littles: Is betrayal the right word?
Richard Biggs: I guess not.
Vicyl stood up, and picked a dazed Citrus Snow, up onto her shoulders. Vicyl heaved, and powerbombed Citrus onto the barbed wire ladder.
Citrus Snow writhed, as the barbed wire dig into her flesh. She tried to untangle herself, but Vicyl grabbed an arm, and wrapped the limb around into the barbed wire jungle.
Richard Biggs: We are witnessing a horrifying match up.
Richard Littles: I can't believe this. Don't let the kids watch.
Richard Biggs: Instead, have the little brats bring you the popcorn!
Berand carried a ladder into the ring, and set it up, before he attempted to ascend. Arson set up the first ladder brought in, and climbed up it. Both raced to the top of the ladder.
Berand threw a punch at Arson's face, but Arson gripped the seat of the ladder as hard as he could. Arson swung forward with a punch into the barbearian's gut, but as Berand hunched over, he headbutted Arson, almost shattering his skull.
Mosor ran up the ladder Arson was on, before climbing on top of him.
"Not so fast, deer legs." Harper-Jay bit on her ankle.
Berand, unencumbered, reached and grabbed the belt. He was about to take it off the clothes-hanger...
Vicyl grabbed the ladder with Berand, and shifted her weight until the ladder fell over. Berand flew about twenty feet, to his death presumably, as he crashed into the announcer's table.
Richard Biggs: Time to get the roadkill shovel.
Richard Littles: Poor thing beached itself.
Richard Biggs: Well he's out. Anyway, onto the real contestants.
Mosor wrapped her legs around Harper-Jay, and sat on her shoulders. Arson lurched upwards, but Harper-Jay's paw grabbed his tail. She pulled him down, got a waist lock on him, and Harper-Jay fell.
She launched Arson in a suplex, and he went splat on the ground next to Berand. The cat rolled on his sides, and screamed for mercy.
Meanwhile, Mosor and Harper-Jay's backs hit the chairs Berand previously threw into the ring. As their bare backs met metal, the two jumped around, having been totaled by the pain.
Vicyl rushed underneath the ropes, and went for a flying kene on Mosor. A crack came from Mosor's skull as she twisted down. Then, Vicyl wrapped an arm around Harper-Jay's neck, and went for a swinging neckbreaker, onto a chair. As Harper-Jay's body hit metal again, Vicyl figured she had the match won.
Vicyl fixed a ladder, and climbed up it, before Citrus Snow met her at the top.
The two engaged in a brawl.
Richard Biggs: These two yellow wolf girls are going at it.
Richard Littles: This is as violent as black Friday.
Richard Biggs: Not to mention, Citrus Snow almost had to bite her own arm off to escape.
Citrus Snow shoved a bloody limb into Vicyl's face, before pushing Vicyl off the ladder. As Vicyl fell, she landed on Harper-Jay's feet.
The demon laughed. She stood up, bit down on a chair, and threw it with perfect accuracy into Citrus Snow's chest. Despite swaying back, and having a bruised chest, Citrus clung on with one paw.
Harper-Jay picked up a second chair, and threw it, but Citrus Snow batted it away, only to flinch and wave the injured paw around.
Arson got underneath the ladder, and began lifting. Citrus Snow slid off, but she landed on Harper-Jay, presumably taking both out.
Arson felt excited. He got the ladder in the middle of the ring, and began climbing, only for a fox to enter the ring. Reich?
Arson stared down at him.
Richard Littles: I think we're about to see some retribution for all those attacks by Arson.
Richard Biggs: This is going to be shocking.
Reich glared at Arson.
That was when presumably thousands of volts of electricity went into Arson. His teeth chattered, his claws stretched out, his eyes bulged, before Reich pushed the ladder over and Arson fell helplessly into Citrus' barbed wire ladder, shattering it.
Audience: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Richard Biggs: Well folks, I can't believe that. He shattered a ladder!
Richard Littles: The ladder shatter.
Berand rose up from the rubble of where he was thrown, and threw himself into the ring. Ahmond got out from the ice cream truck, and helped set the ladder for him.
Harper-Jay ran for the ladder, but Ahmond got in her way. Harper-Jay was about to beat the runt, but Berand got to the belt. Harper slapped Ahmond away, before pushing the ladder.
Berand jumped onto the belt, and hung fifteen feet in the air. He unstrapped the belt. He fell.
Onto Harper-Jay.
As all three hundred pounds fell on Harper-Jay, she thought about her final prayers to the final bird, as she was crushed.
Richard Biggs: Well Harper-Jay's internal organs are flatter than a snake's, but Berand won. Albeit he may have to give up the belt after severe injuries to his, um, everywheres.
Richard Littles: That was awesome!
Richard Biggs: No, awesome is later tonight because we're getting JAC versus Rexcelsis, and our main event, Swillow versus Leroy. But we're having a rematch from last Paper view.
Mosor has made mention of the idea of fighting Tiercel's alliance, but Tiercel only responded with yellow boots. This next match is a tag team match, between the Alliance and the Ice Cream Pack. Two on two.
Richard Woods: This is a tag team match. Introducing first, aligned with the Ghosts, representing the Alliance, Rinachi and Tuwil.
Tiercel stood on the ramp, as two bipedal foxes in masks stood behind him. He raised an eye ridge, before walking down, the two waving around chainsaws behind him. Well, more like juggling chainsaws behind him.
"Woo hoo!" Tuwil said, as she stepped into the ring. She rared the chainsaw again.
Rinachi said, in a British accent, "How dreadfully boring this exchange is going to be. They may not last even a minute."
Vanos and Kyofi jumped from the barricades. The triad put their backs together to fend off the wolf attack.
Vanos the wolf coyote climbed into the ring, planning to start the match.
Tiercel stood on the outside.
Richard Biggs: Rinachi and Tuwil, two horror movie monsters. Let's see what they're going to do.
Richard Littles: Didn't they kill them last encounter?
Richard Biggs: We've had lots of people die. They come back. We're not living in some plane of ceasing existence.
Richard Littles: Do you say things to make yourself sound smart?
Richard Biggs: Sometimes, but mostly I leave it up to you to make me sound smart.
Vanos rushed at Rinachi, but he powerslammed Vanos into the ground. Vanos popped up, and grunted, his tailbone out of alignment. Rinachi grabbed the backs of his legs, sat on his back, and pulled.
Vanos burst out into a scream, but dragged himself forward on his paws.
Richard Biggs: The Boston crab submission.
Richard Littles: Trying to make Vanos' legs reach his shoulders.
Vanos was getting closer to Kyofi, the wolf hyena, but Rinachi spun around, grabbed Vanos jaw, and yanked backwards.
Vanos almost felt his vertebrae snapping from the pressure. He tried shifting his head around, but it wasn't working. Using his back legs, he propelled himself and bit onto the bottom rope.
Richard Short: One, two, three, four-
Rinachi released. Vanos rolled over to Kyofi, and she tagged herself in, before running at Rinachi.
Rinachi sidestepped her, and she landed on the apron outside the ropes. Kyofi blinked. Rinachi booted her in the buttocks and she fell, face first, onto the mat, grounded.
Rinachi tagged in Tuwil, who put her hands behind her back. She walked over to Vanos.
"So Vanos, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
Vanos blinked, but smirked. Tuwil stroked him under the chin, as he stared into her eyes. "Well, actually..."
Richard Biggs: Some seduction going on.
Tuwil got on all fours as Rinachi jumped on her back, then off to drop kick Vanos in the face. He yelped and flew, the back of his head hitting the apron. Blood leaked on the metal.
When Tuwil stood, Kyofi bit down on her arm. Tuwil rained down punches on Kyofi's body, but Kyofi lifted Tuwil up, and power bombed her onto the ground. She went for a pin, but the back of Rinachi's boot hit the side of her skull.
Kyofi released the pin.
Richard Littles: Kyofi failed to get a pin on Rinachi-
"I know!" Kyofi snapped at Littles.
Richard Biggs: You just never know when to butt out, do you?
Richard Littles: I'm sorry, I guess.
Kyofi climbed on the top rope, which Tuwil gave a tug, making Kyofi almost bisect herself on the rope. As Kyofi gasped from her hulking mass hitting the rope with a metal cable inside, Tuwil grabbed Kyofi's ankles.
With a grin, Tuwil pulled Kyofi off the rope. Kyofi splashed on the ground. The ring shook, while Tuwil skipped back over to Rinachi and tagged him in.
Richard Littles: Tuwil's probably my favorite. He's such a brute.
Tuwil jumped onto Kyofi's back. As her ribs were just about cracked, he sat down in front of her tail, before doing a chicken wing on one of her arms, and a crossface with the other.
Richard Biggs: Lock and Key.
Tuwil kept the lock and key submission up, but Kyofi padded forward on her hind feet, scraping against the ground, looking for any purchase.
Vanos bit down on Kyofi's nape, and was about to drag her into the bottom rope, when something impaled his sides. Tiercel's nails perfectly stabbed between Vanos' ribs. Well, not quite. Vanos actually only got his skin barely punctured, but Tiercel had surely injured him.
Without anyone to tag to, or anyone to save her, Kyofi kept pushing towards the ropes.
Tuwil squatted, and lifted one arm over one of his knees, before doing the same to the other arm. He grapped her muzzle, and gave a quick-
Snap.
Kyofi dropped on the ground, and Tuwil pinned her.
Richard Short: One, two, three!
Richard Littles: ...I don't know what to say.
Richard Biggs: Eh, she'll be fine on Monday. Anyway, onto something more pressing, we're getting to our next match. Now, JAC has been doing lots of promos with red eyes in them, but what is the significance of this demonic presence?
Richard Woods: This match is your co main event, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing at 35 feet, and weighing in at 20,000 pounds, representing the Pandeminium. Rexcelsis!
Red lights washed over the stadium.
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ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS!
It tolls for you
And rather I'd be slain
Then pass over the rain
Of blood they shed so well
White eyes staring at hell...
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for you"
Rexcelsis roared, but the screen showed outside the stadium.
Richard Woods: This is a first Dead Ringer match!
Richard Biggs: A Dead Ringer Match?
Richard Littles: How do those work?
Richard Biggs: We're about to find out.
Pandemonium born
All punished by the scorn
Who am I to give a damn?
It's clear that I'm the man
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for you!
Rexcelsis stood in front of a bell tower, and threw his head back into the air as he roared, before unleashing a blast of infinite energy up into the air.
Eradicate
Obliterate
My enemy will die, no last words said
An eye is gouged for eye, and head for head
I hear the bells always going on
Louder louder louder
The funeral begins
In
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for you!
Rexcelsis asked, "WHERE IS JAC!?"
Fog filled the area. But all the smoke jets were back inside the stadium.
The skies turned red, while clouds swirled.
A heavenly singing came before a deep, screamo.
"A false prophet he is
A savior he is no more
No chance that he ever was
And if blood must spill then let it be
It's the only way he knows how
So no more pretending he's angelic
He's as wicked as we always knew."
A being walked out onto the battlefield, carrying four masks on chains. One the mask of the grim reaper, one the mask of a fox, the mask of a peacock, and the mask of a crow. Each mask had the chains running through their eyes and around them, snaking, dangling.
"He says a whole lot to stand up to a name
A name he still loathes so much
A fate he was meant for to be greater
Greater than most in the world...
A false prophet he is
A savior he is no more
And if he has to crawl amongst the masses
hen let him throw his mask off
And let him reveal
Allow him reveal his true nature is..."
JAC's body had paint all over it, hopefully paint. Red eyes ran all over his body, along with purple skin. His once pink hair was now pure white, which made a mane combined with his beard. The Homo Rex stamped onto the stomping ground.
"His.
True.
Identity.
Is something he'd rather have not let anyone else know.
For if anyone knew all of who he was I know he'd be afraid
That no one would love him Anymore
No more.
Forever ignore...
The past you tried to forget
But I still Believe in JAC I believe he will climb
Back
Back
Back to the top
Top of the world
I know him....
"A false prophet he is
A savior he is no more
So let him shed the name
That wore him pain
Meet the Yaldabeouth his true form
A false prophet he is
A savior he is no more."
Audience: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
JAC put the masks down, and brandished a sword. "Now let's boogie."
Richard Woods: The only way to win this match, is to ring the bell of the tower, thirteen times.
The Yaldabeouth stared up at the titan.
Richard Biggs: This is the Yaldabeouth. JAC's fifth and hopefully final form, but is he planning on using this against Rexcelsis? Against Swillow?
Richard Littles: I think we're seeing the full power of JAC.
Richard Biggs: But is JAC able to match infinite power?
Rexcelsis leaned forward and roared at JAC, his roar dispelling all the fog, but the Yaldabeouth stood stoic.
JAC jumped onto Rexcelsis' snout. As the beast shook his head around, JAC grabbed a nostril with his hand, and stayed perched, before releasing as the dinosaur threw his head up.
JAC dived down, and slashed repeatedly on Rex's back, running the length of the dinosaur, before catapaulting off his tail. He somersaulted into a window, doing an "x" to cancel out all the glass hitting him, and proceeding to tuck and roll. Then, he ran up a few flights. His goal, ascend to the top, and then jump off to head onto Rexcelsis.
Rexcelsis jumped onto a smaller building, and platformed his way up. Being a video game character, he was great at Parkour.
As JAC stood atop the huge hotel, he found Rexcelsis already squatting on the top. Rexcelsis roared.
JAC sidestepped several bite attempts from the big brute. He ran with a quickness, and if Rexcelsis' jaws got too close, he took a swing with his sword that cut through even Rexcelsis' like butter. He skidded on the ground, in a baseball dive, before popping up, and slashing at Rexcelsis' feet in a dangerous manicure. The dinosaur yelped, but turned tail.
Rexcelsis tail rained down at JAC, but JAC grabbed the appendage, his entire body glowing white.
Paladin powers healed JAC despite all his muscles ripping apart and liquefying underneath the weight of Rexcelsis' tail, and JAC prepared to suplex Rexcelsis overhead.
The KT extinction bomb flew into a bridge ten feet away.
As london's bridge fell down again, Rexcelsis splashed around in the water. Rexcelsis never learned how to swim, but found out that being thirty feet feet basically meant he could stand up.
Rexcelsis prepared a beam of purple death, before blasting towards JAC. JAC's eyes glowed blue as he ran past the beam, down the bricks, before jumping onto Rexcelsis' head again for more high damage. But Rexcelsis countered by headbutting JAC out of the air.
JAC's back hit a building, leaving a humanoid imprint as he fell off. He dropped on all fours.
After JAC jumped back up from the force of landing, Rexcelsis batted him down again with his tail.
JAC had been flattened.
Rexcelsis jumped into the air, and leg dropped onto JAC, shaking the earth underneath them. Terra firma ripped up. Rexcelsis stood again, the titan staring at JAC, but JAC stood again.
Rexcelsis scraped his foot against, an angry bull ready for the charge. As the dinosaur sprinted, JAC barrel rolled.
Rexcelsis' shoulder hit the tanning salon.
Several indignant customers left the salon, while Rexcelsis laid atop it. JAC ascended the tail of Rexcelsis. With more slashes to Rexcelsis' now bleeding and red back, JAC got to the nape.
Rexcelsis blasted the ground with a death beam, the force throwing both up into the air.
As they reached the exosphere, JAC's feet left Rexcelsis, but Rexcelsis bit down on JAC's ankle and both flew down into the earth.
The force blasted wind underneath them, and the wind smashed windows, toppled buildings, and caused miniature tsunamis, also leaving a steaming crater for the two. Two corpses that was.
Smoke and steam rose from both, but JAC's white aura enveloped him, healing him. However, Rexcelsis stood up with the power of his own might.
"COME AT ME!" Rexcelsis shouted.
JAC just about stood up, when Rexcelsis swung his tail, and swatted JAC into a fire hydrant. Said hydrant burst, and JAC was blown up to the water tower.
Rexcelsis walked up to the bell tower.
JAC slashed the water tower, leaving a slit large enough for a burst of pressurized water to escape. Using this water, he rocketed forward. Rexcelsis turned in time to get speared in the gut, while JAC used the spear.
Rexcelsis realized something was weird about JAC's spear. No one was downed because a 130 pound person hit them, they were downed because Rexcelsis felt his own 20,000 pounds hitting him. He realized the full extent of JAC's magic as he fell onto his back.
Both laid.
JAC burst up, and swirled his blade around.
Rexcelsis bit down on a tree, and pulled his way up.
Both locked eyes, before Rexcelsis slashed his tail at JAC, but JAC returned the favor with a swing of his sword.
JAC's eyes glowed blue again, before he sliced off the end of Rex's tail.
Rex growled, and JAC baseball dived towards his toes, before slashing a toe claw off. The big beast roared in his face, and JAC shoved the several foot toe claw towards his eye. Rexcelsis yelled from his eye scream sunday with sprinkles of blood.
JAC slashed at Rexcelsis' feet further, but the dino bit down on him, and shook him around. When he tasted sufficient liquid escaping, Rexcelsis charged the death beam in his maw, JAC trapped in his mouth.
That's when he felt something stony in his mouth.
The explosion caught in Rex's mouth, and an almost nuclear detonation contained itself in the small vessel.
JAC was launched towards the bell tower. Once more his eyes glowed, in the power of time dilation, the mysterious power he'd always been using. As he saw the tower come up, he slashed the walls up, so as to reduce the damage, and as a hole for him to enter the tower.
He slid into the tower. His other power had been to encase himself in a protective crystal that not even Rexcelsis had the power to destroy. Which is why Rexcelsis currently laid in a heap from his own power, coughing, which from the dinosaur meant a literal flood of blood.
JAC got to the top of the tower, and rang the bell.
***
Richard Littles: I don't know what to say about what we just saw.
Richard Biggs: That was on such a big scale. For those who don't know, the beast games stadium is scaled to take the damage that it receives. So it is a lot stronger than it appears, and seeing fights like that make us remember how powerful these contestants actually are.
Richard Woods: This is your main event of the evening. This. Is your main event. Of the evening! This match is an iron man match, scheduled for thirty minutes. The one to get the most pins after thirty minutes wins, the Iron man match. Introducing first, they stand on a chair to play their PC games, and weighs almost four pounds of mountain dew and doritoes, they are the gamer, Leroy, and they claim they will beat Swillow.
"A B A B A B..."
Leroy drove out on the miniature, game controller tank but now, it was equipped with its own controller. The controller driven by the controller was operated like previously, only Leroy could use the controller of the controller's d-pad to move around.
They were literally doing a driving video game.
Leroy parked.
"UNTIL THE BITTER END!"
Several electronic barks broke out before a wolf howl as the Beast King stepped into the fray. She grinned at Leroy.
Richard Woods: Standing at six feet shoulder height, and weighing in at 303 pounds, she is the Beast King, the Slaughterhound, she is Swillow!
Swillow's smile formed a crescent like the shining moon, as she stared down towards Leroy.
Begin.
Swillow ran for Leroy.
Leroy jumped up, onto Swillow's back, before throwing punches to the back of her neck. Swillow growled, and rolled over. Crushed by the extraordinariy weight, Leroy gasped for air.
Richard Short: One, two-
Leroy pushed her fat head up. While Swillow was still grounded, Leroy jumped up, and crashed the back of their knee on her head, slamming Swillow's jaw into the mat.
Richard Biggs: Cheat codes.
Richard Littles: Yeah, Leroy's gonna need those.
Leroy climbed up the top post, and went for the finish early. While Swillow was getting up, Leroy jumped, and got the flying headlock in. Mat reverberated with their forces.
Richard Littles: The RKDinO!
Richard Biggs: Quite the impact. Has Swillow already lost first pin?
Leroy scooted over onto Swillow, and hooked a leg for leverage. One, two...
Swillow barely kicked out, before scooping Leroy and rolling him up.
Richard Short: One, two, three!
Swillow won the first pin. Leroy flipped over from the pin attempt, or pin success really. They jumped up, and hit Swillow in the face with a knee. Swillow's eye almost swelled as it was nearly caved in.
Unleashing a flurry of slaps with their tail, Leroy roared like Rexcelsis while continuously trying to bring Swillow down. The flesh on Swillow's arms turned red, but Swillow headbutted the baby dino onto their tail.
Swillow forcefully pulled Leroy into a pin. But Leroy kicked out at one.
Richard Biggs: Already Leroy's pulled out all the stops.
Richard Littles: Yeah, but even that's not enough.
Leroy rolled out the ring, and realized, all means necessary, and being with the SOS meant something.
A metal chair was thrown into the battlefield. Richard Short yelled at Leroy, before grabbing the chair. Swillow leaned over the ring ropes, wondering if Leroy was really going to blatantly cheat, when a metal chair struck her gut. The referee had turned away while throwing out the chair.
Leroy jumped up, and guillotined Swillow with the top rope, by doing cheat codes on her again.
After the bruising of her trachea, Swillow popped up, and slammed on the mat. Leroy jumped onto the apron, but Swillow burst towards them again. Leroy sidestepped, and wrapped Swillow up in the ring ropes.
Richard Short: One, two, three...
Leroy stood at one of the four ring posts, at either corner of the ring. Then they ran fast as they could, and did a flying knee on Swillow's cheek. Spit flew.
Richard Short: Four...
Leroy arrived at the opposite corner post, and ran before hitting Swillow's cheek again.
Richard Short: Five!
Leroy was disqualified.
Leroy hit Swillow across the cheek again.
Richard Biggs: Swillow's up by two pins, but Leroy is pulling out all the stops with this innovative offence.
Richard Littles: Yeah, this is almost kinda shocking.
Leroy continued the onslaught, earning a second five second disqualification, before Swillow freed herself from the rattling blows. Some came to her ears, some to the sides of her eyes. Regardless, her vision blurred, and she could only hear radio static in place of sound.
Leroy jumped onto the top rope, and went for a second RKDinO, but Swillow bucked them out of midair, before she stepped back and sat on their chest.
The crushing 303 pounds kept Leroy pinned for a fourth pin.
Richard Biggs: As Swillow said, she could beat Leroy ten times in a row.
Richard Littles: Can Leroy at least disprove that?
Leroy stared at the clock, before pushing up on Swillow's rump to prevent a fifth pin. Leroy then kicked her, in the butt.
Swillow felt the sharp claws in her rear end, and winced. She turned around, and slapped Leroy across the chest. Leroy flew up in the air, before landing, back on the ropes.
Swillow's body blazed, before she ran full tilt at Leroy. Leroy dodged the full throttle, by laying flat on the floor.
Swillow flew out, and hit her head against a barricade, snapping the metal in half.
Richard Biggs: Well, Leroy is scrappy.
Richard Littles: Yeah, but can Scrappy do what needs to be done.
Leroy stood in the middle of the ring, grabbed the rope, and pulled, before slingshotting themself towards Swillow.
Swillow jumped, grabbed Leroy from the air, and smashed them on the floor. Leroy writhed and arced their back while yelling in pain.
Richard Littles: That was, um...
Richard Biggs: A daisycutter powerbomb.
Swillow bit down on Leroy's nape, before throwing them into the ring. Swillow got the fifth pin in on Leroy.
Richard Biggs: Leroy is absolutely losing this match up.
Richard Littles: No reason to fight left. No way to recuperate after being five to nothing.
Swillow stood on the ring post, before jumping backwards, and somersaulting over Leroy's gut. She ran over onto the next ring post, and jumped over onto Leroy. She went for the third, and fourth, and did a full x of hitting Leroys, and Leroy was downed. Swillow pinned them, for a sixth pin.
Richard Littles: Swillow is now just playing with Leroy!
Richard Biggs: Indeed, Leroy is being massacred.
Swillow giggled as she saw Leroy struggle to their knees. She used her snout, poked them in the gut, before rolling them over the apron, and out. She sat patiently, waiting for a series of count outs.
Richard Short: One, two, three, four, five, six...
Leroy climbed back up. Swillow's eyes widened, and her jaw fell slack. How had Leroy gotten back up after all that?
Richard Biggs: Leroy, more resilient than he appears.
Richard Littles: But this is like watching level hundred versus level one.
Richard Biggs: Apparently Leroy has endure.
"How aren't you dead yet?" Swillow asked.
"Nature goddess powers, son!"
Swillow blinked and tilted her head. "Uh, is that a reference to something? Because if it is, I'm sure you misquoted it, because that made absolutely no sense."
Leroy felt ashamed and looked down, while wondering if they should mention the cheat code. Having a nature goddess was cool. Maybe Swillow flat out just didn't care, so no reason to waste time.
Especially since time was already at twenty minutes.
Leroy ran at Swillow, and jumped up, before drop kicking her in the chest. While she skidded back, and faltered, Swillow still stood.
Body blazing again, Swillow ran at Leroy, flames trailing behind her feet, but Leroy got onto a couple of ropes, and jumped off. They locked legs with Swillow's arms before using momentum to flip over.
Swillow crashed on her shoulders.
Richard Short: One, two-
Swillow averted disaster by pushing up and kicking out from Leroy. Still, she panted. Leroy almost got a quick pin on her.
Richard Biggs: The Panama Sunrise.
Richard Littles: Maybe Leroy's been studying some wrestling, or playing one of the trillion wrestling video games.
Richard Biggs: Why would he? Those get worse each installment.
As Leroy ran for Swillow, Swillow scooped them up and powerslammed them onto the ground. Then, Swillow grabbed Leroy's neck, and spun around, before slamming Leroy again.
Richard Biggs: Hellfire chokeslam.
Richard Littles: Yeah, that's a powerful move.
Swillow pinned Leroy for the seventh time. "YOU ARE NOT WINNING!" Swillow sat on Leroy's chest, and slapped them across the face repeatedly, but Leroy shoved her off.
"How, how, how!?" Swillow asked. She was sure after the first pin they be down for the count. Then, Swillow bit on Leroy's neck, and began absorbing life force with the Bitter End.
Richard Biggs: Looking to end this for good.
Richard Littles: This is looking bad.
Leroy tapped out, but Swillow didn't care, as she got the eighth pin. Swillow tossed Leroy out again.
As the count out began, Swillow realized it was quite mysterious, but Leroy was able to get up. Almost as if they had... A total life reset?
While Leroy dragged their feet, the reset seemed otherwise totally complete, and Swillow remembered how he mentioned something about a nature goddess being the one to make them not dead? So was that more than a rambling? Was Leroy really picked by a goddess, or given a blessing?
Welp, time to go full berserker.
Swillow howled, and black tentacles came from her body. She transformed. "Let's get this done, Leroy."
Richard Littles: If Leroy stood no chance before, then...
Richard Biggs: And we're not halfway done with this match up.
Leroy beat the ten count. Swillow rushed for them, but Leroy sidestepped, and let Swillow post herself in the shoulder as they ran in the opposite direction. The pain burst in Swillow's limb, as she stepped back, but Leroy jumped from the top post and RKDinO'd Swillow.
Swillow smacked on the ground. Leroy wasted no time, climbing up another pole, intending to do to her what Swillow had done to them. Leroy aimed, readied, and jumped.
Swillow popped up, ready to counter the flying headlock, but Leroy adjusted midair, and drop kicked Swillow hard enough to send her into the ropes. As Swillow bounced forward, Leroy did the flying headlock again, and RKDinO'd her.
Leroy got up the third post, and jumped before getting a third RKDinO on Swillow, and then climbed up the fourth ring post before going for the fourth RKDinO.
Swillow rolled out of the ring, and Leroy shouted, "I AM LEROY, DESTROYER OF THE SLAUGHTERHOUND!" To ramp themself up further, they grabbed the ropes, and shook them. "No more hope."
As Swillow was about to re enter the ring, Leroy grabbed Swillow's neck, and went for a swinging neckbreaker. Swillow crashed on her back and neck. Leroy went for the pin.
Swillow popped out at Richard Short was about to count.
Richard Biggs: Absolutely heartbreaking.
Richard Littles: After all that assault, and Leroy hasn't even penetrated Swillow's defences yet.
Swillow went for a bite, about to end them with the bitter end, but Leroy slapped Swillow across the snout. Leroy picked an ankle, and dove for said limb. They stretched her leg out, forcing her to hop on three legs. She attempted to wrest the limb back, but they rolled with, and managed to get a half crab on Swillow.
As Leroy perched on Swillow's back and tried bringing the limb to her shoulder, Swillow was able to drag herself towards the ring ropes.
Leroy released the crab submission, and ran to Swillow's front legs instead. They did a figure four on one arm, before jumping over Swillow's back and getting a quick pin.
Richard Short: One, two-
Swillow kicked out, not even allowing Leroy that.
Richard Biggs: Back to the strategy of getting cheap pins.
Richard Littles: At least then he might actually get a pin!
Leroy grunted. Leroy slid out of the ring, and Swillow was about to follow, but Richard Short told her to stop.
Leroy took a breather, and only came back in at the nine count, before running the length of the ring and going back outside. Swillow was about to pursue, but Richard Short stopped her again. He didn't need her going after Leroy right now. Swillow broke his orders, and rushed out after Leroy.
Leroy got down, and that didn't mean dance. Swillow bonked her nugget on the barricade again.
Richard Biggs: Remember, arena is scaled to damage proportionally.
Richard Littles: Many forget that.
Leroy realized that meant the pain Swillow felt would be equal to Leroy's...
Richard Short got down into the alley beneath ring and barricade. He began yelling, but Leroy jumped at Swillow, and Swillow threw Leroy... Into the ref.
Richard Short was knocked down.
Richard Biggs: Seems like Leroy's plan failed. Now there's no way to get a win from a pin.
Leroy, however, grabbed a chair they set out previously. Then, Leroy smacked Swillow on the back with the metal chair.
Swillow felt the pain in her spine, and growled. She turned to face Leroy, but Leroy smacked her snout with the chair. They then hit Swillow, again, and again, trying to bludgeon Swillow, with the chair. The shots of metal against bone rang clear. Swillow attempted to protect herself, but Leroy just hit sides and back.
Leroy threw the chair over the fence. A new referee was coming into the fray, and Leroy jumped over the barricade. They beat the ten count.
The ref continued, but Swillow dredged herself up, and ran in.
Leroy's eyes widened, and Swillow's maw dripped saliva, before she went after Leroy. She headbutted them down, before climbing back up the ring post. She somersaulted across Leroy's chest, and went for the pin.
Richard Short: One, two, three! Ninth pin.
Leroy grabbed Swillow's shoulders and went for a crucifix pin. The wolf was unaware.
Richard Short: One, two, three!
The bell rang.
Swillow won the match nine to one, but Swillow still growled, and said, "He didn't pin me, no way!"
Leroy laid on the mat. Despite the fact Swillow was clearly invincible, he had just nearly defeated her. Or at least got a pin.
Swillow bit down on her belt, before throwing the ten pounds on her back. "This isn't over, Leroy!"
Richard Biggs: First time Swillow's ever been pinned.
Richard Littles: But not the last because next up is JAC versus Swillow...
Next Week:
-JAC and Swillow face off.
Next 2 Weeks:
-To bring New Year's post in, Lilith will be drafting fighters onto either the After Dark Brand or the Beast Games brand. Also a recap.
-We'll also be delving into the processes behind Beast Games and the making thereof.