Isaac Spence stepped out from between the old, dead trees, into a large clearing. The sky was grey and not a single ray of sunlight broke through the clouds. It was hard to see, but he knew he must push on. There was something here he needed, and he must find it. What this something was, he had no idea, but on he walked, trying to be as quiet as possible as he made his way towards the old house standing in the middle of what seemed to be a completely deserted paddock. An unnerving silence filled the air around him, and he felt as though he wasn’t alone. Someone, or something was there, watching him, their disapproving eyes scanning his every feature, taking in everything they could about the young man.

Isaac was now close to the small cottage-like house. With every step closer he took, he felt more and more uneasy, he shouldn’t be here, but everywhere around him was trees. Nothing but trees. He was now on the veranda, standing in front of an old, plain wooden door. Finally, he would discover what was calling to him from behind this door. But as he reached his hand out towards the door knob, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Something wasn’t right. He slowly turned around. Dreading what he knew he was going to see. And there they were, 7 hooded men, covered from head to toe in old, faded grey robes, their faces hidden completely from view. Their shape was the only feature that made him assume that they were men, as their faces, hidden completely from view, were undistinguishable. An eerie, orange light shone from under the hood, as if the eyes of the creatures were permanently on fire, burning brightly in the dark which consumed the area where the rest of the face should. Isaac felt his heart beating fast, as if it were about to burst from his chest.

He began scanning every part of the clearing he could see from the veranda, feeling as though his entire body was paralyzed. The figures were quite a distance away, and the small piece of hope left in his mind told him that if he had any chance of remaining unseen, he needed to move, and move quickly. At this, Isaac found the strength to move his legs, and, shooting around the corner, began searching for some way out. He heard footsteps on the veranda around the front of the house where he had been only seconds before. How had they moved so fast… Had they seen him? How many more of them were there going to be in this place? All of these questions became irrelevant as he turned to continue looking, and came face to face with three of the figures he had just heard on the veranda. With surprising strength and force, the middle creature reached out a pale hand, grabbed hold of Isaacs throat, and began to force him to the ground. Now on his knees, he looked up into the shadow under the hood. He began to feel an unbearable coldness sweeping through him, as if the blood in his veins was beginning to freeze. His breath became short, and all resistance against the force on his throat failed. Black.

Isaac opened his eyes. The room was dark and he was covered in sweat. He looked around the room and felt reassurance wash over him as he recognised the room he was currently occupying at the GTWF-U warehouse. He sat up and placed his head in his hands. Why was he continually going through this. Every night, he found himself in the same clearing, no where to go, trapped. Perhaps it had something to do with how he was feeling. Alone. Helpless. Trapped. He got up and put on his shoes. He needed some fresh air to help clear his mind and feel calmer, so he walked to the door, opened it and stepped out into the corridor. The old building’s hallway smelt old, like a mixture of grease and burnt metal, and there was hardly any noise, it being so late at night. At the end of the corridor, there was an old wooden door, with a dusty sign which read “To Roof”. Upon reaching the door, Isaac opened it and stepped into the stairwell. The stairs and landings were all steel. Isaac made his way to the top of the stairs, and stepped through the door, out into the cold night.

It was starting to rain, and Isaac felt the small drops of water falling on his face as he looked up into dark night sky. He didn’t know how he was feeling. It was if a whole bunch of feelings all combined inside him, fear and loneliness , yet excitement and happiness. As he looked out from the rooftop of the warehouse, he began to wonder what was going to happen in his upcoming match. His debut was only days away and the anxiety had started. He had trained in a local gym in his hometown for years, and finally he was here. The GTWF. The kind of place where legends were created and then destroyed. It wasn’t the arena, but the warehouse still had the feeling. As if the spirits of past legends themselves went wherever there were people who still believed in the GTWF, walking amongst them, filling them with the kind of excitement and restlessness that was important in such a business. He gazed up at the stars, hanging high above in the sky, and wondered if the GTWF would ever build itself back up to it’s peak.

He remembered watching the wrestling greats, fighting in front of thousands and thousands of fans, all whom had there own favourites and opinions on who should hold the title. The title… What was going on with the championship belt? Would there ever be any chance of him perhaps one day winning it? Wearing it proudly around his waist, standing in front of thousands of fans. The rain was now falling heavier, and the raindrops brushing against Isaacs face were freezing cold. He’d been up long enough, and he needed sleep, his match was coming up and he knew if he had any chance of winning, he had to be in 100% condition. Taking one last look at the sky, he turned and walked back into the building.