Waking up with a headache isn’t a very pleasant experience, but it’s something you have to get used to when you’re a wrestler. The bumps you take, the blows to the head...it catches up to you when you’re sleeping, when you’re at your most vulnerable.

I roll over to see Suki lying beside me, holding the blankets close with her head resting gently on the pillow. To think that the night before, prior to the walk I took to calm myself down, I was yelling at her...it tore my heart to shreds.

Yet again, I was simply too stubborn to apologize. So much of what I’d said was the truth, unfortunately...and it was something she’d have to accept. I’m not the hero anymore; the fans have kicked me to the curb. Bradshaw’s right, it’s time that I start kicking back...and I know that it will be for the best.

My path was chosen awhile back, but if there truly is another to take...I’ll be on the lookout for it. Maybe Bradshaw can help me forward, but I’m still skeptical of his ability to push me to the top. It may be time for me to go out on my own...and with Dark Horizon coming, I have the perfect opportunity. A fresh start, and a clean road onward to the world title.

Caleb Sanders is an HWF rookie with big dreams and, in a strange way, he reminds me of myself. Yet this rookie has found himself caught in a never-ending war for supremacy between myself and Matthew Logan; a war that neither of us shall ever escape.

The North American title was once a pathway to success for me...it was my ticket to keep fighting forward. With King of Violence approaching, this match at Dark Horizon could be the best thing to happen to me, too. After all, what better way to prove yourself then to hold two titles high above your head?

Baldy was wrong, and I’d be sure to show him. This war has been raging since the beginning of my career here, and now that things have finally came full circle...