Lancaster's Inferno - Cocytus (Circle IX - the Ultimate Destroyer
- Part I)

Scene I: Ice Box, Lincoln, NB - Wednesday, June 18, 2003 - right after Wildfire!

I never thought I'd see the day, or moment, where I would find myself helping a man who I once considered to be the most baneful man in wrestling history.  

I never dreamt that I would look down at his body on the mat, when I finally had my chance to feel my hands wrap around his throat and choke the life out of him for what he and his friends had done to me and my colleagues in the past...and not take that chance.

Then again...I never thought I'd see one so proud look so feeble.

But it all happened, in the span of about five or seven minutes.  I'm never sure.  I lose track of time while I'm in the ring, and just focus on the end goal, time limits be damned.

I knew though, all was not right with the legend of legends, Adam-X, when I leaned forward to extend my hand in good nature sportsmanship.  His eyes spoke all I needed to know.

For it was a look I've seen all too many times, in the mirror, at the darkest of times.

His timing was grossly off.  His skin, a nauseous pale colour.  His breath, drowning in the stench of weakness.

He was easy prey.  But easy prey presents no challenge.  Nor could I bring myself to finish a man off who could hardly defend himself.  After consulting with Seamus, the official, I declared my intention to not compete in a match with a man in such a state.

Thus I gave up the CSWA Heavyweight Championship.  A dream I have dreamt of holding since I stepped into the ring of the Chaos Wrestling Federation: to call myself the best.  But to be satisfied, I must, if I am ever granted such a match ever again, defeat the best at his best.  Until then, I continue.

Seamus and I gladly helped the poor bastard back to his lockerroom, where he thanked us, as we showed ourselves out.  

It was surreal.

Seamus and I chatted casually after the incident, as we walked down the hallways of the Ice Box.

"Can't really believe what just happened out there."  I was dumbfounded, truly, astounded.  Seamus shook his head.

"Never seen anythin' like it meself, really...what the feck's gotten into him, anyway?"

I chuckled to myself.  "Just being his normal drunken Authority asshole-self perhaps...but then again, perhaps not."  It wasn't really a matter to laugh about.  "Something has to be really fucked up lad, at least if you ask me, for him to come out there totally cut."

"Aye, yer not wrong there, lad...I mean, he used to be quite the wee party animal back in the day, ye know...when him an' Stratford were runnin' wild before the shyte hit the fan wi'them...there was nothin' even remotely 'party animal' about the way he looked tonight, lad...somethin's seriously fecked up."

Fecked up, shitted up.  Wrong.  Anyway you sound it.  All was not well with the Authority, particuarly with their most infamous member.

"You and I have seen that look on ourselves countless times.  And when I was at my lowest, consuming bottles a day...when I looked at him tonight, I saw myself."

I stood outside my locker room, as a staff member walked by and spoke to me briefly about some FedEx delivery having arrived earlier, which was awaiting me.  I turned back to Seamus.

"I don't know lad. If this keeps up...we're going to have to see that he gets serious help."

"Feckin' aye, lad...I know we may have had our differences in the past, but feck...hell, even if it was Ripper, I'd probably be concerned...nobody likes to see anybody in a state like that."

I nodded affirmatively.  I patted Seamus on the back.

"Well lad, thanks for being in my corner tonight, even if I didn't come away as I had hoped.  I better go see what's waiting for me in there.  Cheers."

"Aye, don't mention it lad...ye'd have done the same for me."

Seamus winked, and patted me on the back.  We parted as he headed off to his locker room, and I, into mine.


The package lay there looking rather unassuming.

After I opened it, that was it.

Everything, everything from these past several months, came crashing down, culminating in the ultimate, horrifying climax.  Hell had arisen and now Lancaster's inferno was over.  

Divorce.

Satan had won.  Truly.  His promise was fulfilled to me as I screamed in agony and collapsed on the floor of the room.  The tears drowned me out and any and all semblance of sanity, as the papers dropped to the floor beside me, as I convulsed uncontrollably.
You are coming to Hell.  And now thou art here.  Thou hast been vanquished.
I am the Fallen Angel, Lord of Evils; the Ultimate Destroyer
And thou shalt not serve any other than me, and thou shalt do so forevermore.


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