Dominic Pericolo :: Dominic's Reality

The words of a man traveling down roads long ago traveled by myself filtered through my mind as time and time again I rewound through Enigma's little spiel at Avulsion. In a way, I could see myself within Enigma, breathing and thriving inside of him...but it was a former version of me--the man who thrived before the HWF shut down.

The man who was living a lie, by thinking he had escaped one.

Turning my back on the fans had been one of the most selfish moves I'd ever made in my professional career, and looking back on my final days in the HWF I find myself constantly getting sick of the way I was, sick of who I was, and sick of what I had done.

Enigma only serves as a reflection to my past, a constant reminder of the mistakes I made down the road. The HWF closed down in time for me to realize my mistakes...but I fear there shall be no correction for this man called Enigma.

Not even the Messiah can save him now.

With a sigh my hand touches the plastic of the remote control, fumbling for the rubber button to shut off the television. My eyes tell my to sleep though my mind is wide awake with thoughts and dreams, dreams and ideas, ideas and aspirations. Despite all I've achieved I still see so much more ahead of me, and can only continue to fight forward until the day comes that I can hold my head high and proudly proclaim myself the best there is in this business, and a hero to everyone.

It was time I made the people I love proud...and it had been a long time coming.

I suppose one might say that my path's greatest struggle yet might come in Enigma--for he is a man that represents my past. If I cannot beat my past...then how am I so sure that my future's as bright as I hope that it is? How should I know whether or not I'll even flourish as much in the NLCW as I've started to? A gardener can plant his seeds properly and allow them to grow, but who is to say he can help them survive the winter?

Things are changing for me, little by little the matches grow different, and I'm beginning to see that as well as I've done thus far, there's still a long road to follow and a large mountain to climb. At any time I could easily stumble and take the fall...and it's back to basics once again. I just can't allow that to happen--not after all I've gone through.

There's a dream inside of me that's dying to find it's fruitation, and I'm dying to find it as well. It's a dream that gets projected every day in my life--a dream to be the best, to be a hero. When there's someone in need I do what I can to help, and when there's a challenge I face I give it all I have.

In this business I can't afford to ease up during a match...if I can't give 100% then it might just bring my downfall. And to be honest...even if I have broken limbs, I will always give 100%.

I don't slack--that's not who I am.

With tired muscles I lift myself from the recliner and turn my attention toward the shadowed doorframe which leads to mine and Suki's room, where she awaits--asleep--for me to return to her and bring with me a sense of security, comfort, and love.

I'm living two dreams at once...and somehow, I'm still giving it my all to both.

Enigma, as much as you'd probably like to shatter my dreams and prove them to be false realities...it is an impossible task for a man such as yourself to accomplish. You are nothing more then a former version of myself, a lost soul who needs guidance but simply cannot find it.

I've faced my fears many times over a long time ago, Enigma...and you are nothing more to those times then the breaking of a nail is to a survivor of hurricane Katrina.

My dreams involve those fans, I'm a man who supports them now...just as I was when I first started out. As much as you'd like to think that these fans will stab me in the back...we have a connection. A connection that a long time ago I was far too blinded to see...a connection that now you, too, have been blinded from.

Enigma...if these fans want me to win, you can't stop me. It's impossible to derail a bullet-train with a paper fan, and that's all you'll be to me, Enigma...

The smallest of obstructions down the railway.

One million dollars should come in handy for me, you know...it'd help out alot with my finances. Then again--I'm doing just fine with those as it is, and it's only going to be money out of your wallet...

At Retribution, maybe it's time I give something back to the fans that you've been depriving them of for so long, my friend...

Their money's worth.