Purgatory

Noun

1. Chiefly RC Church a place in which the souls of those who have died undergo limited suffering for their sins on earth before they go to heaven.


2. a situation of temporary suffering or torment: it was purgatory living in the same house as him [Latin purgare to purify].

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Week after week our valued champion was subjected to the torment and mockery of one John Cena. The painful loss of the title that would've been rightfully his weighted heavy on his shoulders and his mind. Restless, he was led into a trap set up by the man known as the animal and said Cena John.

The second week the man the ignorantly called champion and our hero signed the agreement. They would meet in Hell, where only the one rightful champion was to emerge with the title and the other would be left to be consumed by the flames of defeat. Mocking our hero Cena bathed in the foolish confidence that not only did he know what Randy was capable of but that he knew that he, Cena, had what it takes not only to survive but to come out victorious. Boasting and bragging the painted a picture of our champion lying in agony in the burning pits, left, with nothing (but his underwear, as he put it) and no chance to ever return to glory. "At Hell in a Cell when they lock the door I WILL DESTROY RANDY ORTON!" he shouted on top of his lungs in the face of our hero.

Then, one step ahead of the barking dog, our valued champion brought BIG wall-breaking allies to the table. In a glorious fight the three of them defeated Cena, MVP and Mark Henry. The latter suffered from the cold bite of The Viper, and as the stipulation of the match would have it, this delivered Cena himself to the three heroes that should have their way with him the next week, in a gauntlet match.

The third week should have been a sign of dominance, giving Cena a sense of impending doom. Only that it didn't. The odds were stacked against him, but as the sun traveled over the sky it shone upon him, and granted him luck and strength. He, our valued champion said it himself "It would take a miracle for John Cena to survive tonight's slaughter". But lady luck showed here twisted taste in men yet again. The allies Orton had summoned were weakened, and yet through hell-bend determination and faith in our glorious hero they did what they could to smite the evil foe that is John Cena. So when Randy Orton came down to the ring to finish the job, fate wouldn't have it. Cena raised his arm and the cage came crashing down around the two. Yet again, led into a trap, not willing to submit to the injustice that was happening, Randy sought to eject himself from the situation. But one John Cena seemed to still be bathed in light long after the sun had set. The week ended with him standing our our hero on top of the cell that would bring his own downfall.

Hell
The rules are as simple as devastating. A twenty foot high cage of hardened steel surrounding all of the ring. The participants get locked inside this place of torment and despair, left to do to each other, whatever is in their power. Only one gets to leave the cell, victorious, but far from unharmed. This structure has been known to tear up the bodies and the minds of those who dare enter, to leave scars on the souls of those brave men, even if they were victorious.

Confidence and determination won't help you in there. It is not merely about winning, to win means to survive. There is said to be no better feeling in the world than to feel the warm and gentle rays of the morning sun caressing your face the morning after. Only few ever got to know that feeling. And even of those most shy away from the sun in shame, knowing that what enabled them to return from hell, was not the power of the light, but a terrible monster, a demon that lived within them all along and that was set free in that diabolical structure.

But the sun, it does not care about the petty morals of mere mortals. Its light is giving life, life to those that make it to see the sun again. And there is nothing making you feel more alive than escaping death.

But you do have to escape first.

Our hero entered the cell fearless, but respectful. He knew already what it was like. On his mind was not "the undefeatable" John Cena, but he concentrated only on his own strength, summoning the demon, excepting and embracing the power that you gain from the suffering that takes place in this chamber.
Smiling entered the man they called "champion", naively thinking that his way to do things would work in here.

The place was hot, filled with the shouts and screams of thousands through the entire bout. At times you really couldn't tell anymore who or what they were chanting for. It was as though the evil of the chamber, the lust for pain had intoxicated all that took witness on this day. It was as though a thousand war drums sounded through the place, urging on the participants, demanding more.

The two men went at each other, sometimes methodical and calculating, sometimes wild and in a frenzy, but always with the darkest intentions. Drunk on the suffering they inflicted on the other they powered through the confrontation. Slowly, but surely it was plain to see, that only one of them knew what he was in for. He didn't let the flames touch his mind nor his heart. Walked through the pain like through a wall of fire only to multiply everything he had suffered and inflict it on the other. Thriving on the screams of agony on the other, mercilessly but not mindlessly pounding away on the flesh of the unfortunate victim, John Cena, who never stopped struggling.

And then, with a weakened body, a mind swimming in the pain that he felt and that he was dealing out and with heart of a true champion Orton delivered the final blow to the skull of John Cena. Thundering cheers rained on our valued hero as the hand of the referee hit the mat for a third time.

He then left the cell, looking back almost feeling pity for the man that never knew what he was getting into. Almost. For those who never had been in that cell it's easy to assume the he was celebrating his victory, celebrating the defeat of his opponent. But when he lifted his arms so desperately as a sign of victory the only thing on his mind was "I live! I am alive!". He was not embracing a title, or bathing in foolish pride, he was celebrating life itself, overflowing with it, in a way few have ever known. He looked back, glad that it was over.

Eventually the cell was lifted up again, taking along a good piece of Cena, who would never be the same again.

The Beginning of the End
A new day dawned and the sun greeted our valued champion, once again holding the title that was rightfully his. Far from unharmed but alive.

Tired of this idiocy, and knowing Cena too well, he did not even attempt to celebrate his victory. More than that it wasn't the kind of victory that you celebrate, not because you are ashamed, but because it had brought you face to face with your own mortality.
He called Cena out, so he would say what he felt what he needed to say and got over with it.

Hesitant Cena came out. Changed. Not willing to let the hole, where whatever the cell had kept of his self was, be displayed so openly. The rematch that the rules would grant him, should be a final match. He wanted to face Orton just one last time, get back the title and forever forget about our valued champion and what had happened in Hell.

Knowingly, our champion looked at him. For a short while, it was almost as though the shared experience in hell had brought the two of them closer. Like an invisible bond that neither really expected or wanted. In silent agreement they both acknowledged that they did not want to face the other again, that this simply had to come to end.

Now Cena, still a little slow, failed to realize his place. Knowing that even though he didn't have the heart to face Orton again he still wished for the impossible, to be like him, a champion. So he proposed a last match, an iron man match. After that, it would all be over.
Without effort, our hero showed him verbally why he is the champion. Born a leader he is the one who sets down the rules. The match proposed by Cena was accepted, as Orton knew Cena had the right to demand a match, and was expanded. No disqualifications, and when Cena loses he will leave the territory of the rightful champion. A very generous deal, that our hero offered.

Despite being mocked and tormented in the past, in a moment of generosity Orton offered his hand to Cena, showing what kind of man he truly is. Hesitantly Cena accepted the gesture and the deal.

Before long, this will all be settled and done with.

(to be continued)




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