You know... a long time ago I found myelf a dream. I dreamt of one day becoming a wrestler. I'd watched so many awe inspiring matchups... each one fueling that desire even more to become what they were. To be who they were. To do what they do...

For so long, I dreamt and dreamt of the day where I would set foot into my first wrestling ring. Have my first fan. Sell my first T-Shirt. Win my first match...

It's... funny. How the dreams of a child are so innocent... and their thoughts on that dream so distant from the real thing. I thought all I'd have to do was step into the ring, bat a guy around a little while, hit him with an amazing, spectacular move and make a pin for 3 seconds. Didn't seem to hard... heck, it seemed like fun, like the easiest thing I could do to acheive glory.

The dreams of a child... so innocent... and yet so wrong.

So very, very wrong.

Wrestling is about much more then the T-Shirts, about the money, the fans, the matches... it's about desire. It's about hope. It's about dreams... coming true. To be succesfull... you have to want it, with all of your heart. Wrestling isn't something you can just step away from... not once you've acheived your desire. Not when you come to love the sport.

Day in and day out I train... I push my body farther each day... trying to get better. To fight harder. To entertain the masses... like a Roman Gladiator, I go out to fight for the audiance's pleasure.

'Morituri te salutant.'

'Those who are about to die salute you.'

Each wrestler goes out for the fans... for themselves... for the win or for their dreams. For whatever they have to fight for, they go out for it. If they fight for nothing, they acheive nothing. We're gladiators, strong and proud. We fight for ourselves. We fight for you. We fight for our dreams.

We fight.

You watch.

That's wrestling... that's fighting... that's survival. That's exactly what we do. We earn money for fighting each other, for beating each other, for winning our matches. It's all easy to understand, it's all hard to master. However, people always look at their screens, they look at us risk their lives... and they think to themselves.

'I could do that... no problem. That's easy. All it is is acting.'

That's what costs lives when you fuck up a powerbomb. That's what snaps necks when you botch a piledriver. That's what breaks legs when you can't hit a shining wizard.

But not everything is happiness and glory in the life of a wrestler, oh no. Sometimes your ego gets the best of you and leads you to your downfall. Sometimes you lose that desire, that belief that you can do it. Sometimes you start to ask, 'is it worth it'?

Sometimes... you just give up.

It seems that guys like Shane Perry seem to think now is the perfect time for me to do such a thing. That now is the time for Dominic Pericolo to throw in the towel. That I have no chance of winning. No hope of survival. Nothing to gain and everything to lose.

It's guys like Shane Perry who are telling me to throw my dreams away.

It's guys like Shane Perry...that I've dealt with all my life.

Talented people, people who could do so much good in their lives and in the lives of others... throwing that talent away, and for what?

Greed, ego, illusions of grandeur.

I'll never make those mistakes... not again. I can't let myself fall like that again. I'd rather spend the rest of my career failing in opportunities then I would betraying the people who've gotten me this far. As important as fulfilling my dream is to me... I could never betray the ones I love.

Not again... I'm just not strong enough to do that again.

Suki Minamoto is my greatest adventure, she is the one who completes me in this world, she is the one who brought my closer to God, closer to my dreams, and closer to pure happiness.

Not even the world title will ever do that for me... but the symbolism of it all is what I'm hunting for. The fulfillment of my dreams, the calm to the restlessness of my spirit. After all, I'm a Pericolo... Pericolo's never give up on their dreams, right?

Look, I... I really don't have much to say, you know? Going into Bloodbath, I know there's alot on the line for me. God knows how much this match against Perry is going to effect me should I pull through.

I mean, I really don't like Perry. Don't get me wrong, the guy's a great wrestler, but I REALLY don't like him. Cocky, arrogant, yet the fans love him... all the characteristics of a guy like Galen, yet the fans love him. It's really because as cocky as he is, he still values the fans as a part of this business. I don't know, maybe it's just my judgement of his character. Maybe it's the fact that he's insulted me ever since the first time we met each other.

All I know is... he's in my way, and on Sunday I'll be trying to kindly remove him from my path.

But Sunday is Sunday, and I've trained all week for it. Saturday is now, and Saturday is a time for me to wind down and relax a little.

Besides, I've got other things on my mind at the moment anyway.