Chapter 3: First stage of Hell.



SUCK!












MY!










DICK!


”Goddamn it. Chris mutters under his breath as he rolls his eyes. ”That’s seriously the best you can do?” There’s a massively loud sound of fingers snapping and instantly Chris finds himself inside a wrestling ring surrounded by fire with thousands of screaming demon’s filling an area in hell where sitting at the top of the entrance ramp on a black throne is Robert Main. Robert waves at Chris causing Chris to instinctively give him the middle finger. The referee is in a black shirt with red stripes and black slacks but has the face and head of a pig as he’s seen in the distance. Chris turns from facing Robert and looks across the ring where he assumes Peter Gilmour is going to be standing with some sort of instrument of destruction in his hands… ”You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Chris locks eyes on Peter Gilmour’s number one ten year old fan who is smiling at Chris displaying the two gaps where his front teeth used to be while wearing the same “Suck My Dick” t-shirt, blood stained from spitting up blood via the sole of the right shoe of Chris Page. Chris turns his complete attention towards Robert on his throne as a wall of Flames shoot up some 10 feet around the ring before dropping back down to one or two feet. The demons and ghouls are blood thirsty as they make horrific noises and chanting. ”You can’t be serious?” With Chris’s attention diverted “the kid”, as he’s known, because you know, Peter putting in real detail into anything is like asking for him to try entirely too hard, “the kid” comes up behind Chris kicking him in the balls! Chris crumbles to the mat clutching as his junk as he gasps for breath. The demons and ghouls erupt as the flames shoot up around the ring.


”Thought it was funny didn’t ya bitch!” The kid starts full blown kicking Chris directly in the face with the sole of his shoe as if trying to leave “Nike” treads on Chris’s face. ”Let’s see how funny it’s going to be for you!” Chris manages to roll on to his chest as “the kid” reaches into the front pocket of his jorts, yes I said jorts. Chris pushes himself up off the mat while the flames surrounding the ring die back down. “The kid” pulls a box cutter out of his jorts pocket and flips it open showing the razor sharp blade. Chris reaches his knee’s as “the kid” steps forward swiping the box cutter at Chris’s upper body as it slices through his white dress shirt and through layers of skin in a downward angle from his left pec across his abs. Chris looks down at his chest as blood starts to slowly come to the surface before trickling out of the wound.[/orange]


”You mother fucker.” [b]Enraged Chris lunges at “the kid” looking to snatch him by the throat which sees “the kid” step to the side while sticking out his left foot tripping Chris causing him to stagger towards the ropes just as the flames surrounding the ring burst back up into the air catching the left sleeve of Chris’s dress shirt on fire! Chris quickly throws the shirt off as we see “the kid” lunge forward again with the box cutter slicing into the flesh of Chris across his mid back. Chris screams in pain drawing laughter from the thousands of demons and ghouls gathered as the blood starts to slowly rolls down the back of Chris Page from the cut.


”I’m just getting started you little bitch!” The flames around the ring die back down as “the kid” starts to bite the right calf muscle of Chris Page! Chris snatches the kid by the hair pulling him from his leg before throwing him across the ring sending the box cutter flying across the ring. Chris looks at “the kid” seeing “the kid” with a shit eating grin on his face. ”You’re just as weak as a girl! SUCK MY DICK!” ”The kid” scurries to back to his feet where he jumps towards Chris, not a typical jump; it’s like within a blink of the eye “the kid” is wrapped around Chris with both hands around his neck with his thumbs violently pressing against his esophagus as Robert applauds from his throne.



… Meanwhile back on Earth Adam Barker and the Priest are still sitting on the back pew as the Priest answers Adam’s question.[/b]



”In situations like this Satan can’t just claim his soul.” The Priest once again rests his right hand on the shoulder of Adam’s blazer as be continues. ”Satan must give him the chance to fight from the depths of hell to return to Earth.” Adam breathes a sigh of relief.


”At least he’ll have the chance. Adam tries to be on the optimistic side of things but those hopes are quickly dashed.


”Satan never loses.” It’s like the air was just sucked out of the entire Cathedral by The Priests statement as Adam’s face nearly turns white. ”The prince of darkness will never fight fair and will always stack the odds in his favor. I’m not telling you this because I want to scare you or I want to say this has actually happened but you need to be open to the possibility, and if this is the case there’s nothing anyone can do but your friend… and he’s going to be in for the fight of his life. Little do they know what’s unfolding in the netherworld below. Reality for Adam starts to sink in that this might actually be within the realm of possibilities.


”But If this is the case it still doesn’t explain why I didn’t see him vanish, he was literally five steps ahead of me.” In the background the second priest is shown standing up at the end of the pew behind the priest Adam has been speaking with. He reaches into his robe where he retrieves a small dagger. He comes forward slicing the Priests throat from right to left causing blood to squirt all over Adam as the jugular is severed. Pure shock is etched all over Adam’s face as the Priest slumps over into Adam’s lap where he bleeds the rest of the way out. Adam attempts to scream but with a simple left palm thrust out silences Adam as his mouth moves but nothing is coming out. The Priest transforms in instantly into…









Donald Trump reaches into the inner pocket of his blue blazer pulling out a handkerchief where it uses it to wipe the blood of the Priest from his four inch dagger before tossing it down on to the red carpet that lines the aisle. He slide the dagger in back the inner pocket of his sport coat before taking a seat on the pew with Adam frozen in fear.


”It was exhausting to have to listen to him go on and on and on… believe me.” Donald reaches down taking a handful of the Priests hair where he lifts his head up from the lap of Adam where blood pours out of the massive slit across the throat into the lap of Adam who is continuing to try and scream or move but he’s been frozen in place seemingly by the gaze of Donald Trump. Donald shoves the priest out of the lap of Adam sending his dead body dropping down to the floor with a thud. ”So if I let you talk are you going to be a good boy…” Donald’s pupils turn a bright red as he continues. ”Or are you going to be a bad boy?” Donald’s pupils shift back to their natural color. ”I hope for the latter.” Donald raises his left hand waving his fingers in front of Adam before resting his hand across the back of the pew. ”It’s okay, you can talk now unless you say something stupid… believe me.”


”You’re Donald Trump.” Donald smirks his lips making the “butthole” pucker before he spouts out.


”You’re quite observant.”


”And you just slit a Priest’s throat.” Adam has blood splatter on his face while his once white dress shirt is a crimson mess and his black blazer has been soaked in blood.


”No I didn’t…”


”Yes you did.”


”No I didn’t.” Donald talks over Adam. ”He killed himself because he didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. He wasn’t supposed to die today, he was supposed to let you leave but he couldn’t help himself.”


”So it’s true.”




… Meanwhile in the depths of hell.




”I’ll kill you!” ”The kids” grip on Chris’s throat tightens around his Adams apple. Chris reaches up gouging “the kid” in the eyes. Robert looks on from his throne as Chris breaks free from the grasp of “the kid”. The pig headed referee admonishes Chris as he walks out from the corner with the flames shooting up all around him. He comes from the corner with a running knee to the temple of “the kid” knocking him down to the mat. Chris comes forward taking a mount position on “the kid” where he starts laying bare knuckles into the forehead of “the kid”, each shot harder than the one that proceeds it!


”Shut. Chris drives another hard shot into the face of “the kid”. ”Your. Chris raises his fist and drives it down into the nose of “the kid” ”Mouth!” Chris gets up off the kid as the flames around the ring die back down, sweat is dripping out of the facial pours of Chris Page as he glances up towards Robert who gives him a light “golf clap”. Chris reaches down picking the little shit up off the mat where he under hooks the arms and drives him down into the mat with a Page Plant! Chris shoots the half making the cover expecting the pig headed referee to make a count but there’s nothing. Chris looks around while still maintaining a cover as he shouts out. ”Fucking count!” The pig head shakes his head from side to side. Chris pops up off the cover where he turns his attention towards Robert who stands up from his throne raising his right hand up towards the crowd bringing everyone to a dead silence without so much a muttering a word. With the silence Robert speaks.


”I think there might be a misunderstanding because you thought this was a good ole’ fashion wrasslin’ match, that’s lame and down here we only play one way… we play until death.” There’s a massive ovation upon hearing the words escape Robert’s lips while Chris has no choice but to continue and as he turns around to find “the kid” we see “the kid” lay Chris out with a RKO!!


”Now you die!” ”The kid” stands to his feet where he raises his right hand up in the air as a hunters knife magically appears in his hand. Chris lays on his back looking up at the lights as “the kid” walks over and jumps on his chest, blood trickling from his mouth and nose. “The kid” raises the hunter’s knife in the air.[/orange]




… meanwhile on Earth.




”It’s true that Chris is in hell?” Adam asks Donald as he is finally getting complete understand with what exactly has transpired.


”Oh yeah he’s in hell and I’m going to tell you that he’s not coming back, not coming back… believe me.”


”Are you going to kill me? Adam asks so that he can come to terms with his fate.


”Kill you? Would I kill you? Do you have a reason to be killed? Do you like Russia? Never mind the last question; no I’m not going to kill you unless you give me reason to kill you. On the other hand I do have to tell you that you’re not going to remember this conversation even happened nor this event ever took place.”


”There’s no way I can forget any of this happened.” This draws a smirk from Donald.


”Fake news. He spouts out. ”Do you understand what I am capable of? I’m capable of really great things, truly I am, believe me.” Donald stands up from the pew ”You know why you don’t remember anything? I glamour you, I put you under a spell so that you wouldn’t remember until that fucker ruined it.” Donald casually states.


”Now what?” A reluctant Adam Barker asks.


”Now we go home, now we go to hell and see what the big red guy wants to do with you. If you die blame him.” Donald points down at the dead priest before looking at Adam as he states. ”Let’s go I don’t have a lot of time, the American people think I’m golfing.”




… Meanwhile in hell.




”DIE!” ”The kid” looks to drive the hunter’s knife into the sternum of Chris Page only to see Chris block the attempt with his hands clasping the wrists of “the kid” as the blade is inches away from the sternum of Chris Page. The flames surrounding the ring shoot up once again as Chris struggles against the strength of this 10 year old kid. The blade gets closer and closer to the sternum of Page before Chris shifts the hunter’s knife towards the right before rolling to the left sending “the kid” driving him momentum down into the canvass as it nearly goes completely through it. ”SUCK MY DICK! ”The kid” pulls the knife out of the mat and gets to his feet where he turns to find Chris where he is met with a kick straight to the mouth! “The kid” is dropped where he stands as the knife drops on the mat. “The kid” raises his head up off the spitting out his bottom two teeth.


”Now you die! Chris locks eyes on the hunter’s knife where he walks over towards it as it lays on the mat just begging for him to pick it up. Finally Chris reaches down grabbing the knife by its steel grip before turning his attention back towards “the kid”. Slowly and methodically Chris starts to saunter over towards “the kid” who is dazed and confused for sure. Chris then turns his attention towards Robert on his throne as he shouts out. ”Is this what you want!?!?! Robert winks at Chris with a sly smirk on his face. ”Fine.” Chris turns towards “the kid” before straddling his upper chest using his weight to pin him down as the knife is in his right hand. The flames shoot up and down rapidly around the ring apron as Chris looks down into “the kids” eyes where he sees fear.


”Please sir, don’t kill me.” ”The kids” voice trembles upon muttering out. ”I don’t want to die.” Tear start to run from the eyes and down the cheek of “the kid” which brings the following response from Chris Page.


”You’re already dead.” Chris raises his right hand, fingers tightly gripped around the steel handle of the knife before driving it down through the throat of “the kid”. The squish that’s heard as he pulls the blade from “the kids” neck nearly makes Chris puke. With the blade withdrawn the blood shooting out indicate he severed the femoral artery as Chris gets up off his chest and immediately “the kid” grasp at his Adams apple as the red blood starts to pool on the mat. He starts coughing, misting blood in the process. Chris, blade still in hand turns towards Robert as he sits on his throne with a smirk on his face and with a snap of the fingers we’re immediately taken from this environment and we’re once again surrounded by sheer darkness as Chris is once again under a dim light shining down from above. Chris looks at his right hand for the hunter’s knife which is now gone yet there’s dry blood from the slash to his pec.


”Bravo, bravo…” Robert walks forward lightly clapping his hands together. ”I thought you might like that. How did it feel to make a sacrifice in my name, because make no mistake about it that’s exactly what you just did.” Chris lashes back at Robert.


”Do you really think I give a fuck? I want out of here! If that was the best that you’ve got than might I suggest you forgo all the formalities and give me my fight with you!” Robert laughs at Chris and as he does Chris attempts to lunge at Robert who snaps his fingers freezing Chris in place.


”Oh Chris; tisk, tisk tisk… We’re just getting started. I want to see what you’re made of and that little bit was to appease you since all you do is eat, sleep, drink and shit Professional Wrestling. There’s so much more to you than that, we both know it.” Robert slowly starts to pace around the small circle of light that shines down upon Chris as he’s still frozen in place. ”But I assure you that you’re going to get you chance to battle me; and if hell freezes over and you manage to beat me I’ll uphold my end of the bargain and send you back to Earth… but that’s a HUGE “if”.” Robert leans in whispering in the left ear of Chris. ”We both know that won’t happen. Robert pats Chris on the bare shoulder twice leaving two distinct second degree burns the side of Robert’s hand marked in his flesh. Chris can’t scream, his entire body is at a complete standstill. ”Now that’s going to leave a mark.” Robert walks back around where he’s now facing Chris as he looks and ponders for just a moment before he continues. [red]I know exactly what we’re going to do next to see if you can take one step closer to getting out of your own personal hell. Robert snaps his fingers again and seemingly like clockwork the scene changes as Chris finds himself in a padded cell sitting in a corner with his knees tucked up against his chest. He’s wearing white scrub bottoms as he rocks back and forth several times before popping back up to his feet as he screams out at the top of his lungs.


”YOU FUCKING COWARD!” He follows up by screaming louder. ”FIGHT ME YOU FUCKING COWARD!” The clanking sound of his cell door lock turning takes his attention as he shifts towards the door not knowing what is going to happen next. The door slowly opens as we see a younger man; mid-thirties, standing nearly six feet three inches tall, stocky build with short brown hair and similar facial features of Chris walk in.


”Dad.” Chris stands in utter silence as tears begin to develop in the corner of his eyes before accumulating into tears that begin to roll down his cheeks.


”Blake?” Chris takes a step forward. ”Son, is that really you?”


”Yeah pop…” Blake responds as the scene shifts to a view from behind Blade where the back of his head is blown out, what’s left of his brains are exposed as Blake walks towards Chris where he wraps his arms around his father.


”It’s good to see you, son.”



… to be continued.

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