PROLOGUE

Summary:

Pulled by unknown forces into the chaos and the deep bowels of hell itself, it is only a handful of wrestlers that will put their lives and sanity on the line to save this world before it's too late.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Disclaimer : All wrestling characters appearing in this story belong to themselves and the W.W.E. WARNING: This story contains extreme violence, serious angst, psychological trauma and religious themes. If you feel unconformable with any of the above, please don't read. Some of the issues handled in the chapters to come do not express the true beliefs of the writer. Feel free for any questions, criticism and observations.

Now… get comfortable…

Turn off the lights…

Close the door behind you…

Let's begin our descent.

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And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.

And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.

And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword.

And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine.

And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

(Taken from the King James Version of the Bible, Revelation chapter 6, verses 1 to 8)

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There was only one thing he could think of that scared him the most;

One thing that could still wake him up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming…

And that was… a house.

But not just any house.

This house was real. It existed not only in his dreams, but also in his own far away and forgotten home town. There was nothing special about it, just a normal two storey house located in the exact centre of the small town he used to live in when he was a small child so many years ago.

In his sleep, its windows' blinds were always kept shut just as they always were back then; the color of the exterior had faded into a shade of dirty grey. The once green garden was long ago abandoned and the weeds had devoured all the flowers conquering the railing, invading every inch of the balcony, the porch, the windows on the ground floor and the front door. Everything was emanating a sense of foreboding and death. No one could see what existed inside because all possible entries were shut with padlocks. This house was abandoned for as long as he remembered and he had never seen anyone going in or coming out.

There had been stories among the people and mostly among the kids about hearing noises coming from the inside but he had never heard anything himself. No kid or grown up dared walk past the broken and rotted wooden fence circling it. However his fear did not stem from these stories because he always thought of them as superstitions, fantasies fabricated by the witches of old to scare the people.

He didn't know when or why he had developed such a fear but by now he had figured it couldn't be a good thing. So he kept it to himself and didn't talk about it to anyone.

But there was always something about this house that made his heart skip a beat each time he remembered or dreamed of it.

There had been many reasons for him leaving the small town so many years ago, and none of them had to do with this house. He never wished to return and he never thought he would one day come back willingly. It was when he started having the dream about the house again that he decided it was time to go back.

But this was going to be a journey he was not going to make alone.

This journey was going to be his most dangerous descent into the paths of darkness.

And there would be no margins for mistakes…

And no turning back.