Let me be honest with all of you for a moment. Let me tell you all a story about why I'm here. Let me help you understand who I am, and why I do what I do. Let me teach you. Let me help you. Let me show you the way. My name is Dominic Pericolo. I've made a lasting impression here in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation. I've had a past that was both easy and hard at the same time. I've faced tragedy, I've found Eden. I've gone through hell and I've flown through heaven. I've fallen, I've stumbled. I've stood tall and walked with such a grace that it would seem as though I might walk over water. Wrestling has been my dream since childhood. When I was young I would watch it with my father, I would dream of the days when I may be one of the men on television. The dream stayed with my throughout my life, and as a teenager I trained with friends, preparing myself for the day when my dream might come true. I had a healthy relationship with a girl by the name of Crystal Parker. Her and I were deeply in love with each other, and over time we even got engaged. I was living the American Dream, and I was loving every minute of it. And then...it was over. All it took was one night, one drunken fool on the road to end both mine and Crystal's dreams together. The American Nightmare caught up to me, and I lost the one girl I loved more then my own life. I lost my dream, I lost my reason. There was nothing left for me, it seemed, that was worth fighting for. Talks with my father, talks with Suki, talks with my friends. They helped ease my mind but they didn't ease the pain. I turned away from God, blaming him for Crystal's death. I went through life a blind fool, not realizing I was digging myself a little hole, locking myself away from the ones I still loved. Suicide was a contemplation, perhaps even a relief. Many nights I looked in the mirror in wonder, wonder if I should just kill myself and end the suffering. Wondering if I would be able to join her in the heavens. Wondering if it was even worth living here on Earth any longer. Thank God for my father, and thank God for Suki Minamoto. They were the ones that turned me from the blade. Though neither of them knew it at the time, they saved me from myself. They saved me from making the greatest mistake I could have possibly made. My father held me close for comfort, he gave me sound advice and a shoulder to cry on. "Son...Crystal would hate to see you like this...she'd want you to move on and follow your dreams, you know? I...I cannot fathom how much this is hurting you...because I myself have never experienced this kind of pain before myself, and lord knows that no one deserves it...but you're a Pericolo, son. And remember? We Pericolo's never stop fighting for our dreams..." "But dad! She was my fucking dream! She was everything that I'd ever fucking have hoped for and now she's gone forever! She's fucking gone and she's not coming back god damn it! Why the fuck did this have to happen?! Why?! Why god damn it why?!" "Dominic...listen to yourself...honestly, do you think Crystal would like to hear that from you? She's watching down on you from heaven now and you know she'd hate to hear you say such things..." And you were right, dad. You were always right. Every time I'd ever go to you for advice, I would walk away feeling as though I had the knowledge of the world resting within me. My talks with you are quite possibly some of the best times of my life, and I treasure each one dearly. And then, there's you Suki. You were there for me in the times my dad couldn't be. WHen I was at my lowest points, when I had no one else to turn to, you would be there waiting with open arms. I still remember the nights we spent talking with each other, the nights you consoled me and held me close as I felt my very soul being torn to shreds within me. The pain was so intense that I actually cried myself to sleep sometimes, but when I'd wake up you'd still be there. You never let me down, Suki, you never let me fall. You followed me to the lowest points of my life, and you lifted me back up to where I once was. The impact you made on my life will never be forgotten, Suki, and I will never be able to thank you enough. You never had to help me, you never had to save me...but you did so anyway. You gave me more then I could ever imagine being able to give you. The pain was always there, but you two helped me lock it away. Though you couldn't bring me back to God, you did bring me back to my sanity. It would take the words of a preacher to bring me back to God, on that night in 2001. Wherever you are, father, thank you for your help. I doubt I would have ever returned to God had it not been for your words, and I doubt I would be the same person I am now as well. It was a combined effort, without Suki and my father I would have never gotten through my depression. Without the words of the preacher, I would have never been saved again. I'm here today thanks to those three people. I fought through the hardest times in my very life...because of those three people. I can never thank them enough. But I can atleast make them proud. I've made it to Round Three over in the WWC, and might very well make it to the finals. But this week is different, this week I face a friend, an enemy and a former ally. I'm going to win this match. And it's all thanks to those three people... It's all for those three people. Return.