Chapter Six: Satan’s Battle Part One


Robert snaps his fingers and we’re transported to an empty space where a wrestling ring surrounded by a Hell in a Cell. Locked inside Hell in a Cell is Chris Page who has been transformed into his wrestling gear as he stands across the ring from Robert Main whom is in black jeans and shirtless.


”This is what you wanted all along, right? This is what you always wanted out of me, right?” Robert glares across the ring at Chris intently. ”I could play this any kind of way but I’m going to play it yours so when I kill you and take your soul you’ll know that I did it your way, control freak.” This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for as everything up until now has been nothing more than a game drawn up by the Lord of Darkness in an attempt to break me down mentally, physically and emotionally, and in a way he’s done just that. Having to watch my best friend sacrifice himself, the side of his skull shattering and chunks of his brain sailing coupled with my son’s suicide and kill a little cock sucker in training the twisting and turning is enough for anyone to question their mental state.


”I don’t know what I’m going to enjoy most.” Chris states with sheer and utter serious within the tone of his voice. ”Beating you or you having to send me back to Earth knowing that your best simply isn’t good enough now nor has it ever been.” Geared for the fight of my life knowing there’s two outcomes; victory or failure is enough to drive anyone and when you factor in the motivation I have coursing through my veins is enough for me to know that if I go down I’m now going down without a fight and I’m going to go down in a blaze of fucking glory.


”I’m about sick of the sound of your voice, when I kill you and your soul belongs to me the first thing I’m taking from you is your voice.”


”Cool story bro.” My mind is racing as nerves fill the pit of my stomach knowing that I’m about to be in for the fight of my life. ”No theatrics, no bullshit.” Playing Satan’s game is like playing Soldier’s game when you break it down because neither of them thrives when the odds aren’t stacked in their favor. It’s how they operate, it is how they HAVE to operate because they’re both a couple of pussies that loom in the background waiting for their one moment to sink in and take what doesn’t belong to them. Over this journey through my own personal hell I’ve had time to properly put a lot of things in perspective; one of the things is just how right I am when it comes to Soldier and his mentality. He still doesn’t know who he’s about to get into the ring with and will still have you to believe that I’m just another nobody. Well, this nobody has done more over the last two weeks than any other nobody you’ve been booked against since you decided to return to the XWF, this nobody has forced you to take your game to a level you haven’t had to take it to in eight years and this nobody has watched you FAIL with flying fucking colors and expose yourself as the most uncreative mother fucker on the face of the planet. Your shtick only goes so far before it becomes old, stale and boring… and the fact that you don’t see that by this point is scary to say the very least because in your eyes you’re driving nails in my coffin but in reality you’re growing further and further away in my rearview mirror feverishly trying to catch up.


”Don’t worry about what I’m going to do because if you think I’m fighting fair you’re about as mistaken as you ever winning any Universal Championship.” Robert starts to walk out towards the center of the ring. ”You asked to bring you my worst, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Chris burst out from his corner with a full head of stream towards Robert who reaches out grabbing Chris by the throat. Robert hoists Chris up in the air with only his right hand as he squeezes the throat of Page. ”When will you realize that just because I look like Robert doesn’t mean that I am Robert?” Further proving his point Robert throws Page from the center of the ring over the ropes sending him crashing back of the body first into the mesh of the Cell that surrounds the ring! Chris then free falls some ten feet down to the floor. ”You’re fight a battle that you will not win. I am the Lord of Darkness and the ruler of Hell! You’re a mortal man with a superiority complex.” Robert walks across the ring where he leans on the ropes looking down at Chris who clutches at his back while working his way to his feet. ”Do yourself a favor and end this now before this gets a hell of a lot worse.” Chris reaches one knee as the sheer violent nature he was thrown was with such force Chris has never felt before.


”I will never surrender to you.” Chris steps up to a vertical base as Robert simply shrugs his shoulders as he states.


[red]”If you say so.” Robert steps through the ropes and out to the ring apron where he drops down to the floor. Chris swings with a right hand that caught by Robert and its Robert who pulls Page in driving a vicious headbut across the bridge of the nose to the sound of cartilage breaking and the blood starts to flow from both nostrils of Chris Page as the sheer force behind the headbut drives him back some five feet. The taste of blood fills the back of his throat before he coughs it up on to the floor. Chris wipes his nose, blood running from his wrist down to his fingers as he immediately comes back swinging at Robert who simply steps backwards and out of the way causing Page to miss completely before Robert comes with a straight kick to the chest and sternum that sends Chris flying backwards fifteen feet and slamming against the side of the Cell! His body violently smashing against the mesh of the steel echoes throughout the empty space as Chris crumbles down to the floor, blood still pouring out of his nose nostrils as Robert saunters forward. ”I assure you that if you continue it’s going to get a lot worse for you, Chris.” Chris pushes himself up off the floor to both knees where he extends the middle finger of his right hand towards Robert as he states.


”Peter Gilmour hits harder than you do.” High five. ”I’ll take anything you have to dish out.” Chris stands back up to his feet which causes Robert to shake his head before snapping his fingers where a barbwire wrapped steel chair appears in his right hand.


”Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Robert paces forward where he takes the chair and drives it into the ribs of Chris Page doubling him over for Robert to raise the chair in the air and smash the barbwire wrapped chair across the exposed back of Chris Page, he rips the chair forward which causes the shards of Barbwire to rip into the flesh of Chris’s back. Chris screams in pain as he staggers away from Robert and around a ring post with Robert salivating. ”Your screams gets my dick super hard.” Now I know where Soldier gets it all from. All the dick jacking to the way he carries himself. He doesn’t want to be an Unknown Soldier; he wants to be Satan! He’s a fucking poser because he isn’t capable of being the real thing; he’s a minion to a higher power because he isn’t capable of being a higher power. He’s spent the last several weeks being his stereotypical douchie self feverishly trying to figure me out, trying to put the puzzle that is Chris Page together only to come full circle and realize that he’s been played, he’s been manipulated and come Warfare he’s going to be emasculated at the expense of losing the ONLY thing that remotely makes him relevant; the Universal Championship. ”You can end this at any time, just pledge you allegiance to me.” Robert walks around the corner of the ring where he comes up behind Chris where he takes him by the back of the head and smashes Chris face first into the Cell where he rakes Chris’s forehead across the mesh of the steel in an attempt to open him up while maintaining the Barbwire wrapped chair in his free hand. ”Do you really understand how easy this is for me? Beating you is something I put into style and this isn’t going to be an exception, grasshopper.” Robert brings Page’s face off the Cage before hurling Chris back into the ring and as Chris rolls across the mat blood soaks the mat in the areas his back has been opened up by Robert and the barbwire wrapped chair. Robert does a standing leap from the floor over the top rope where he lands on his feet on the mat with the barbwire wrapped chair in hand. Chris lays on his back looking up at the stop of the Cell. Robert runs towards a prone Chris where he drives the barbwire wrapped steel chair down into his face! The barbwire rips at Chris’s face which busts him open in several places across the forehead. Chris kicks his feet while screaming loudly as Robert grinds the barbwire further into the face of Chris Page! ”That’s right! Squeal like a pig!” Robert squeals loudly at Chris. ”Come on little piggy! Are you going to do something other than get your ass handed to you?!!?!! Robert pulls the barbwire wrapped portion of the chair away from Chris’s face revealing a crimson mask on full display as the blood flows like a small steady stream down his cheeks from his forehead and his nostrils. Chris spits up a blood mist as he rolls over to his side. Robert tosses the barbwire wrapped chair before reaching down taking Chris by his throat with both hands before hosting him up in the air like he’s a mere child with his leg dangling some four or five feet above the mat. The blood flowing down the face of Chris runs down his chin and over the hands of Robert. Robert releases his left hand from Chris’s throat while licking the blood off it and maintaining Chris in the air with one hand. The taste of mercury fills the back of Chris’s throat as the grasp of Robert tightens around his esophagus. There’s a desperation attempt from Chris as he sticks his thumb in the left eye of Robert driving it through the eye and into the socket itself which causes Robert to drops Chris down to the mat as he clutches at the left side of his face. Sometime you have to fight fire with fire. When you’re involved in the biggest fight for your life nothing is off limits and there’s no level I won’t stoop too in order to win this fight.


”Can’t fight what you can’t see!” A blood soaked Chris Page spouts out as he stands to his feet coming forward with a straight kick to the knee cap of Robert dropping him to one knee. Robert releases the left side of his face as Chris comes forward and starts biting at the left eye socket of Robert Main! Robert quickly utilizes his super human strength as he shoves Chris all the way across the ring separating Chris’s teeth from his eye socket. Robert snaps his fingers where a fifteen foot chain appears in his hand.


You’re going to regret that. Robert’s left eye hangs from out of its socket. Robert crams the eye back into the socket as the chain is wrapped around his right fist while a portion of it is on the mat. Chris pulls himself back to his feet where he charges towards Robert and ducks under a right hand wrapped in a steel chain and as he ducks Chris reaches down taking the portion of the chain that’s on the mat and yanks it up into the crotch of Robert! Robert drops to his knees and releases his gasp on the chain. Chris starts wrapping the chair around his right fist as Robert clutches at his pecker as Chris leaps into a mount position where he starts unloading bombs with the chain wrapped around his right fist into the face of Robert Main!


”You’re going to bleed too!” Within any war you’ve got to be prepared to take some fairly stiff shots, some of the best shots your opponent has to offer and you have to anticipate shedding blood for what you believe in, shedding blood isn’t anything new to me as I left plenty of my blood, sweat and tears all over the world doing what I love to do while entertaining millions of people at any given moment. Never have the odds been this stacked against me and never have I thought I would not escape with my life intact. With each blow I sense Robert getting weaker but we all know this is a ploy, a trick to lure me into a false sense of security because this is Satan we’re talking about here. Chris drives another sledge hammer like blow down towards the face of Robert only to see Robert absorb the blow before pushing Chris off with such force he flies up to the roof of the Cell bouncing off of it before sailing down and crashing into the mat below.


”I didn’t expect this kind of fight from you, old man.” I tend to get that kind of response from talents that LOVE to underestimate me and what I bring to the table; take Soldier for example, he’s done it for two weeks and doesn’t realize the true nature of the word trouble that he’s in for when dealing with someone of my caliber much like Satan didn’t expect the fight to be brought to him. I’ve always said if you’re going to take a swing you better swing for the fucking fences. ”But I love crushing someone’s hopes and dreams like I’m about to do to you.” Robert reaches down snatching the chain up off the mat where he starts to wrap it around the throat of Chris Page several times before he pulls him up off the mat and takes him towards the ropes. He hurls Page over the top rope and essentially starts to hang Chris over the ropes as his feet dangle off the floor. Chris kicks his legs as he tries to shift the momentum with the chain tightening around his neck. ”Now you’re going to die and your soul will belong to me.” Robert cranks on the pressure as Chris’s face starts to turn a slight shade of purple. ”All of this has been for nothing and you are about to understand that.” Chris is shown digging into the front of his tights where he pulls a small bag filled with a white substance. He manages to get the substance in his hand before throwing it backwards into the eyes of Robert with one last ditch effort before taking his last breath. Robert clutches at his eyes releasing his grasp on the chain sending Chris falling down to the floor; coughing as he sucks in as much air as possible. Robert is temporarily blinded as Chris reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a lead pipe. Chris has to use the ring apron to help him get to his feet as the crimson mask is still in full effect. Chris slides back into the ring and works his way back to his feet where he smashes the lead pipe into the ribs of Robert that doubles him over for Chris to land a violent shot across the back of Robert Main dropping him to one knee. Chris bounces off the ropes gaining a full head of steam before delivering a baseball like swing connecting to the face of Robert Main knocking him backwards to the mat. Chris drips blood down on top of Robert as he stands over him with lead pipe in hand.


”STAY FUCKING DOWN!” Chris screams out at Robert who seemingly sits right back up. Chris kicks him directly in the teeth knocking Robert back to the mat! Robert turns to his side spitting out his front two teeth, sound familiar? ”STAY DOWN!” Chris exclaims as he straddles the chest of Robert before using the pipe to choke away at him! ”I’m going to fucking kill you!” Robert decks Chris in the jaw knocking him off him and sending the pipe sailing out of the ring. Robert sits up off the mat before standing back to his feet. He turns his attention towards Chris as his eyes shift red and he screams out.


”NO MORE MR. NICE GUY!” There’s a loud growl from Robert before he shifts his shape into..





Chris is to both knees laughing at Satan as he wipes some of the blood away from his face before he states.


”You mad bro?” I have a tendency of rubbing people the wrong way, a large part of it has to do with the fact that I don’t kiss ass and I simply tell it how it is. If someone gets fucked over, I call it out. If I get fucked over, I call it out; but more importantly I don’t give two shits what anyone’s views or opinions of me are until you pay my fucking bills which none of you are doing, Satan isn’t an exception and neither is Soldier and his pitiful attempts.


Satan extends his right hand out towards Chris followed by raising it in the air which causes Chris to levitate in the ring.


”As easy as it would be to snap your neck here and now I think I’ve got a better idea; an idea that will see the entire world bear witness to your sacrifice… anyone that questions my existence shall not question it anymore.” Satan snaps his fingers as a portal opens up above the ring. Satan leaps up into the air and into the portal as he brings Chris with him.



… to be continued.

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XWF World Heavyweight Champion