The reunion from Hell.

January 27th, 2011. East Bronx, New York City.

It's 7am, and the sun is just starting to rising. We are situated in an apartment, more specifically the living room. A young man, late twenties at the most, is already out of bed and getting ready for work. The man has short black hair, and a clean shaven face. He has a pair of black trousers on, but is otherwise undressed. We can see he keeps himself in good shape by the muscle definition of his upper body.

The man walks over to his faux leather sofa. Draped over the arm of the sofa is a white shirt, which the man had ironed moments earlier. The man slips the shirt on and buttons it up, leaving the top two buttons undone. He steps around the front of the sofa, and sits down. In front of him, on the floor are his black shoes, and on the coffee table also situated in front of him, a pair of black socks which are rolled up together. The man leans forward and picks up the socks. He puts both on, then wriggles his feet into his shoes. He laces them up, and is now ready for work.

The man stands, and makes his way to the door leading out of the flat. The door has a long black jacket hanging on it, which the man grabs and throws on. He opens the door, and steps out of the apartment. The man then proceeds down a flight of stairs, and out of the apartment building.

As he man steps outside for the first time today, he shivers and lets out a "Brrrr" sound. As he makes this sound, his breath is visible through the cold air. The man wraps his arms around himself, trying to keep himself warm as he starts his walk to work. This won't work, but he feels better for at least trying to warm himself up in this freezing weather condition.

The man, about five minutes into a fifteen minute walk to work, walks by an alleyway. As he does so, he hears a sound. It's a "Pssst" sound, as if someone was trying to get his attention. The man may have been able to ignore this sound, if it had been the first time he'd heard it. It wasn't though. For the past five days, he had heard the same sound coming from the same alley. On the first day, the sound hardly registered and the man had just put it down to the wind or his imagination, but with each day of the same sound being heard in the same place, the man had become more intrigued by the sound. Today, the sound causes the man to stop. He'd not stopped because of the sound before, but now he really wants to know what is causing the sound. The man stands still for a moment, trying to pluck up the courage to step into the dark alley. Finally, he decides it's something he must do, not just because of the sound though. He now feels like something is trying to draw him into the alley, something which he must find out about.

The man lets out a deep huffing breath, then takes his first step into the alley. It's a cautious step, as the man is unsure what he'll find here. A slow second step is taken, then a third slightly faster step. Before long, the man is walking down the alley at his normal walking speed. He's thrown all caution to the wind, overwhelmed by curiosity. He gets about twelve steps into the alley, and has just passed by a metal dumpster. As he's about to take his thirteenth step, he feels a puff of air on the top of his head. The man stops, and gulps deeply. Slowly, he turns a full 180 degrees, and comes face to chest with a huge man who is dressed all in black. the young man's eyes shoot upward, to look at the face of the much taller man. As he sees the taller man's face, his eyes widen and a shocked expression crosses his face. The young man's lips part, and he shakily says something.

" You're... Dominus! "

The taller man, now known to us as Dominus, nods his head slowly, as his bright blue eyes stare down at the young man.

" Yes Jason, it is I. You and I need to talk... "

The young man now known as Jason, still quite shocked, responds to what Dominus just said in a shaky voice once again.

" Wh... What do we need to talk about? "

Dominus smirks.

" We need to talk about Hells Guardians, and our return to wrestling. "

Jason raises an eyebrow.

" Why would we do that? "

Jason doesn't understand why Dominus, after almost four years, wants to reform Hells Guardians now.

" The time is right, and an opportunity has risen. "

Jason is confused, very confused indeed. He scratches his head, not sure what Dominus is talking about.

" Why now? What opportunity? Hell, what makes you think I want to return to wrestling anyway? "

So many questions, and Dominus has one response which answers them all.

" Lord Evil demands it! "

After hearing this, Jason has a sudden change of heart. It's strange that a man who one moment didn't seem interested in the notion of returning to the ring, had somehow changed his mind because someone else had demanded it. Lord Evil isn't any man though. He is as his name suggests, a man of pure evil. He is also a man who has full control over Dominus and Jason.

" Fine, we'll do it. You can explain more later. First though, I need to quit my job so we can focus on training. "

Dominus now wears a sick smile.

" Good. I knew you'd come to your senses after I mentioned the name of our master. Let us walk and talk. I have a lot to tell you. "

With that, Dominus and Jason, Hells Guardians as they are about to be known once again, walk side by side further into the alley. As they do so, they gradually become more difficult to see in the darkness of the alley. Soon, we are unable to see them at all.