Being the greedy soul that he is, Wario was bound to go to Hell the day he passes away. But nobody would ever expect that he'd wind up there way too soon…See, Wario was up one day, driving the old Brute down an old dusty road…when a portal opened out of nowhere and he found himself within a realm of Darkness, red skies, towering buildings with neon lights and mature propaganda. He wasn't too phased though; to be honest, it was his kind of place. But himself as the sight to see as all the inhuman inhabitants of this places started looking at him funny, and what wasn't funny about him? A giant, round yet muscular, mustachioed man wearing yellow and purple overalls while riding a dashing violet muscle car is not something you see everyday. But all these weirdos, Wario thought, red with horns, pointy tails, or fuzzy like dogs, cats, other animals, or like fish or lizards, so on and so forth. The only people who looked slightly human either had pale and dark colored skin, had sharp nails and teeth, different colored eyes.

To put it simply, they were monsters like he's never seen before. And he's seen worse, a LOT worse.

The moment he saw a sign that said "Here in Hell" or something like that, he stopped and stepped out of his car and looked around more, seeing the giant Pentagram in the sky and the demonic influence of the place. It started to make sense, but never would he have expected that the Underworld would be so modern in architecture.

Or in trouble…

"Well, well, well…" came a voice from behind, having the Italian Oddjobber turn to see some raggedy looking demons coming from around the corner. And people say he's nasty, but have guys even heard of soap? Either way, he knows when he's being held up as an imp came out with a small knife. "Hey, buddy. That's a pretty nice car. Hope you don't mind us taking it for a spin while you stay here, rotting from all the cuts we're gonna give you."

"….Hehehehehe…" Wario started to laugh. "WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!"

The demons were starting to get a little weirded out, even afraid of this short round guy. Wario rolled up his sleeve to show off his muscular arm.

"I've-a met little freaks who were tougher than you." Wario said with narrowed eyes before the next thing the demons know, the short round guy came in and charged at them like a football player, bashing them with his elbow and smashing them with his fists. He also took some of them by the tails (at least the ones who had tails) and slammed them to the grounds before hammer-throwing them like ball n' chains. When some of them started to draw guns, Wario did an unexpected movie and balled himself up and rolled like a hedgehog to the demons, where he then unfolded, jumped into the air and slammed himself down on them.

(Small Toot)

…Insult to Injury. Wario's most favored technique.

"Aw, sick! It smalls like garlic!" The demon Wario slammed on coughed and gagged at the Italian's flatulence.

"Heheheheheh…" Wario laughed at how weak these fools as he got up, cracked his neck and was about to leave, when…

"RRRAAAAAAAHHHH-!!!" One demon yelled before attempting to smash Wario with a piece of wood…only for the board to break over the Italian's head as Wario then turned to see the now nervous demon trying to back away, only for his face to be caught up in the fist of Wario and thrown away like a ball.

"Heheheheh…" Wario then picked his nose. "Best get now while the getting's good." He soon hopped back into the Car and goosed it, deciding to explore more of the place he would come to know as Pentagram city. It didn't take long before Wario was the talk of the town. Many were intrigued by a human being here, but when they got a good look at him, they were almost instantly repulsed. Those who tried to rob Wario or attack him, he dealt with his very quickly and brutally.

Wario soon became known as a "Beast" who tears through any demon who dares to mess with him. He soon find a nice place to hide out in until he could find a way out of this dimension. A warehouse he managed to "obtain" from a couple of demons who swore that they'd repay him with a visit….as soon as they got new guns…because Wario ate most of theirs.

He was chilling in his badwagon, snoozing like he usually does…when said demons had returned with a some new weapons and allies to make a small mob. Wario was getting tired of this as he didn't even bother looking their way, still laying down in his car.

"I'd-a knew you'd come…" he said, boringly.

"Yeah. And this time we brought some friends." Said the Demon Gun Smuggler's whose friends raised their weapons and cackled, leaving Wario unimpressed. "And while we were gathering. We heard stories about you. A guy who's been seen around for months, who beats the crap out of all who try to fuck him up. With his fists, his big mouth, even the smelly shit you often leave, making it harder than it is to breathe already."

Wario only poked into his ears and rubbed away at whatever was in there.

"Well, I call BULLSHIT!!!" The smuggler helped." Nothing but rumors to make you seem like shit. You're just a fatass human fuckwipe who's looking for kicks with that cheap pimp-mobile of his. See, a nice little bounty was just put on your heads, and I don't give a SHIT whatever you or anyone else has to say!"

Resting his semi-auto rifle over his shoulder, the leader continued to walk around and gestured towards his lackeys.

"We…are here…for the money…now, cough up, old man…or get blown to wet bloody chucks."

Growling at that insult, Wario hopped out of his car and stood before the demons who were threatening him. They laughed at his short, yet hefty stature.

"Such a little man."

"Look how short he is."

"And ugly. Don't forget ugly."

Walking up to the smuggler, Wario moves his head up to look him in the eye. Both glared heavily at each other, but there was a lot more heat behind Wario's eyes.

"Imma leave one of you standing so you can warn your friends about them rumors."

Next thing the demon knew, it was as if he was blasted backwards by an attack he didn't see coming. Wario had jumped and headbutted him in mid-air, and it was enough to send the Smuggler away from him. The demon felt like his nose cracked from that, as it bled heavily. Some of his lackies tried to help him up, but he shook him off, angrily.

"Get him!"

And with that, the demons charged over to Wario, who charged back with a shoulder slam, sending a few flying backwards before he resorted to using his fists and making it so they couldn't even get a shot on him. Those who had knives, even swords, much to their surprise, Wario was fast enough to dodge their blades before they were met with punches that seemed to come from…growing hands?!

"Who the fuck is this-" One of them didn't get a chance to finish what they were saying when they were slammed with Wario's giant head.

When they actually managed to fire their guns, they only to blew holes in the ground, in each other when Wario used them at as a human shield, or at his car…which really got the Italian peeved.

"Now, you gone-a done it!" Wario roared jumped up and did a body slam that wound up causing a shockwave that sent all the attacks off their feet. When one of them ran out of Ammo in the rifle they were using, they attempted to use it as a melee weapon, swinging it like a bat, only for Wario to catch it in his hands.

"Heheheheheh…" and then Wario bit into it, breaking the gun apart with his giant teeth.

"He ate my fucking gun!" The demons were shocked by this as Wario empty out a magazine into his mouth, like a can of spinach, and then spat out the bullets. Now, he mouth was no rifle, but it was powerful enough to send the bullets out at his enemies, embedding them in their faces as they writhe and screamed in pain.

The smuggler, the leader, the one who set this whole thing up, was blown out of mind. He could now see that Wario was something, but this…he was just too shocked to understand.

"What kind of monster are you?" He asked, trying to hold a tough face.

Smiling evilly with a growl, he answered…

"I'm-a Wario…the Beast…!!!"

Though the fear was rising in the thugs, they were not smart enough to back down as the leader said "Kill him…KILL HIM!!!"

One of the demons even came in with a motorcycle, hoping to run Wario down. But they were ready for the "Beast" to grab the handle bar, thus flinging the goon off before the rest wound up being the ones run over by Wario on the bike. Another demon started swinging a chain before swinging it like a whip towards the Italian, only for him to catch it in his hand and drag the poor damned soul behind before ditching the bike, jumping off of it and smashing it into another demon pair. He then used the demon whose arm was still ensnared by the chain like a flail, swinging him around and slamming him into his friends before the chain broke off his arm. Those who were left knew they were fighting a hopeless battle, but they didn't even have time to do anything else as Wario jumped high and body slammed them, flattening them to the ground.

All was left was the leader, who barely even able to crawl as Wario was walking over to him, that sinister toothy smile never leaving his face.

"You…Y-Y-You freak!" The smuggler let out in a whimper.

The Beast merely scowled before saying to him "Now go. And tell the rest of your friends that-a they stay away from me! Else-a, they wind up like those here!"

He almost couldn't believe it. This guy was sending him off to be a messenger.

"GO!!!" Wario roared, and the Smuggler was barely able to get back on his feet to limp away…but he was suddenly embedded by a black tentacle. Wario was shocked by this until he saw the one responsible. Alastor, the Radio Demon, standing there with his own smile and that cane of his. There was something about him that nearly gave Wario the chills…

"Hello there." He said in his chipper, static-y voice. "Impressive display you put on. Entertainment at its finest!"

"If you're here the price on me head, just look at them." Wario gestures to the cracked demons he left in his wake.

"Come now. I'm not like these filthy little curs who think they could get their way so easily." Alastor replies. "I represent a group of powerful. We've kept an eye on you. Found your skills to impressive…for a human."

"…Yeah? And?" Wario asked, already getting bored.

"Well, it's not everyday we get to see someone like you do what you do. You arouse our suspicions, peak our interest, widen our curiosity….Perhaps you may have something to gain from all this."

"Oh? And what exactly is-a that I could get out of you and whoever you-a work for?"

"Power…" Alastor's voice got a little more intense for a second. "A place at the table of real power. Think of what you can accomplish sitting by the rulers of this realm."

Wario scoffed. He's heard such offers, and of people like them. He's faced greater beings like them back home.

"If you join us, we could-"

"I'm-a interested in anything you got!" Wario suddenly yelled out, making Alastor's smile turn to a smirk. "Just leave…while you still can…"

Truth be told, Alastor cared less about this guy. But as a representative of the Overlord, it was put upon him to meet and greet Wario, for he could've been seen as possible asset. But knowing that he wasn't getting through to him, he decided to show him what power exactly he could hope to gain by joining, as his eyes turned to dials, his smile widened once more and voodoo symbols began to appear floating around him, as well as dark slithering tendrils appearing behind him.

"You see? You can have such strength like this, claim real territory around here, if you join us…"

Wario chuckled. "Heh. You think I wanna stay in this dump? I will find a way home like I always do. By beating up monsters like you."

"…Well then, I'd almost be disappointed. But you have proven to have skills. Now, prove your claim…let's have some fun."

This guy was starting to get on Wario's nerves as he said "You want fun? I'll give you fun…"

"…Come on then."

And with that, Wario charged in at full sped, with a mighty roar and a large open mouth. It would be a fight to behold, as Wario, the Beast, continued to do what he does best…