Just over three months ago I signed a contract that would allow me to join the ever-growing NLCW family, and start making a new name for myself in the wrestling industry. Three months ago...I began paving a road which has led me to today. Three months ago...it really doesn't seem all that long anymore. From challenges like Sean Galen, to Enigma, to Violent A to even you yourself, Diaz...the time's just flown right over my head.
I can't tell you how greatful I am that you're not making excuses for the loss, too.
So, my friend...this is it, isn't it? If I beat you, it's all over...you and I go our seperate ways.
Yet if you beat me, the flames continue, and one of us will have to beat the other a second time to find the peace to move on.
Dominic Pericolo and Jeremy Diaz...the 'Rising Star' and X-Net's World Heavyweight Champion.
We meet once again. Suprised? Dissapointed? Excited? Afraid? It matters not...because no matter what either of us feel, we're going to fight on Thursday. We're going to fight for the same thing we fought for last time too, Jeremy. Honor, respect...and the opportunity to move on. This really is Deja'vu, isn't it? It really is our past turning right back around on us...
And for your sake, you'd better hope the outcome isn't still the same.
Deja'vu.
That's what this time is all about, apparently. Deja'vu, Jeremy. Can you see the simialarities now? Can you smell the irony of all of this? This is merely the past repeating itself all over again, right? Just as I said...and it's inescapable.
Deja'vu is simply inescapable.
If I can beat you one more time on Thursday then I'll know for certain that I can go running headlong into Road to Slamfest with my head held high, comforted with the knowledge that I can overcome all of these other men vying for their shots at the NLCW World Title. With all of the challenges that continue to grow harder along the way...I'm starting to realize that it's this challenge that will determine my success with later ones, and why?
Because for once, it feels like I'm fighting myself in there...it feels like I'm fighting a person I shouldn't be able to beat, and yet somehow still have.
And so, albeit against my body's wishes for rest...I'm back, Diaz.