The sky filled itself with stars, as the gentle darkness of night caressed the face of the heavens and brought it tenderly into a deep sleep. The moon, it's face brilliantly shining down upon the earth, lifted itself high above the other stars, signifying it's high authority in the sky. A chorus of frog sounds broke through the silent night like a symphony from the shadows, their mating call echoing throughout. Shadows brought on by the light of the moon fall off from their masters, cascading over the ground and bringing forth more darkness unto the darkness. A lonely gray sidewalk led itself through the shadows, as though warily crissing and crossing between the darkened trees and bushes, expecting at any moment for a monster to leap out from them and destroy it on the spot.

Beside the trees and bushes sat the benches, whose eyes had witnessed the crossings of man and woman alike for ages and whose ears forever recorded the sounds of nature around them. These wise old supporters weren't afraid of the shadows as opposed to the newly laid sidewalk, and in fact enjoyed the night's wonders.

Further behind the benches there sat the swingsets and seesaws, the slides and the monkey bars, the tire swings and a post which once held a cord with a tetherball attached, though sadly the ball was long since stolen... and all their eyes would never rest, their senses never tire and their minds never grow full of information. They were there as long as they would be permitted, and they would forever remember the sights that filled their eyes. Every waking moment of their lives, spent in awe and wonder at the world around them.

They are the wonderers, created by the created, which were created by the creator.

And among the created there is a single man, a man who fits like a peice of a puzzle alongside the billions of others beside him. He walks just as you and I do, he loves just as you and I do... and he dreams, just as you and I do.

His eyes are filled with the stars above, his heart is filled with the good Lord, his family, his friends and a special woman who he holds dear in his life. His hands, strengthed by years of work... his arms, hardened by the stress brought on by experiences within his chosen path... and his legs, toned from the constant work they must complete with every showing of his face to the world.

His footsteps, echoing throughout the quiet night as his eyes regard the objects about the darkened park. Almost as a man re-living a pleasant time of the past, his shoes move softly with his feet as he begins to walk towards the dull gray-blue swingset which sat in the center of the playground. It stood taller then the two beside it, whose sidebars were long-since rusted over at their tops, the ruddy red-brown eating through to the once metallic underskin of the dull gray-blue paint.

His hand, reaching to touch one of the cold metal chains which held one of the seats suspended, carefully holding it as though it were a fragile thing-- no more sturdy then a mother's precious china dishes.

He wanders the night in search of answers, he prays to God that those answers speak clearly to him, and not even his own love has seen the turmoil which churns his mind. She knows of it, but she sees nothing... for he tries not to let her see it. Everything, everything this world has brought him in his life he has been forced to overcome. There have been points in his life when many would buckle under the pressure, when many would toss the towel and call it a day...

... but forever this man has wiped the tears from his eyes, forever has he grit his teeth in defiance to the pain, forever has he continued down the pathway of life.

His mind, his heart, his body... all put through the sadness life brings, all dancing amongst the joy life likewise gives.

His name, admired by the hearts and chanted by the mouths of thousands upon hundred thousands-- if not perhaps more.

Dominic Pericolo is his name... but you know this well by now.

His eyes witness every star, his hands run gently through the thickness of his hair, and his face softens in relaxation of the peace this night brings. This is his last day before war, before a chance to continuing living his dream, and excelling higher in this earthly realm. So many times has he been denied... so many times has he had to bear the weight of his own cross. Yet even after failing so very many times... he has never given up. That... is what brought him to high ascension.

That even when he would be forever held as the underdog-- even as the man atop the ladder-- he would continue his journey to fulfillment with a pain stricken body.

In love, he has lost one... yet has gained another and learnt a lesson that has powered him forward in life. In dreams, he has driven forward to the top of the mountain, only to stumble on the final rock and fall from the grace he'd thought he'd finally reached. He has done it again, and has stumbled again, until the day finally came where he found firm ground, and held his banner high.

Five times has he scaled the mountain, whose foundation was built on the dreams of his past, whose dangers were provided by the hammer and chissel of life, and whose peak was created by the dreams of his future. Five times, he has came close to the peak... and of all but one of those five times, he has fallen.

His spirit would break with every failure... and mend itself again. The pain of a denied dream is one that left him broken the night after, as he prayed to one day taste the sweetness of a dream come true. Inevitably... he would, and once again, the tears would fall-- but not in sorrow, but in honest, pure joy.

No man has given as much blood, sweat and tears for his dreams in this business as he-- though perhaps it is a personal bais which wills this narrator to even say such a thing. He had failed so many times before his greatest success, yet is hailed among the greatest... he only wishes to represent the 'kingdom' he loves so much, and though he achieved that dream... the greatest one remains-- to stand among the immortals of this profession he's built his world on. The critics always said he'd never make it to the top... and he finally did. Even after how long he had to struggle, even after seemingly always getting brought down at the end... he wiped the tears away and tried it once again.

And as he slowly heads back home, he knows that when this night passes... he will fight forward once again, just to prove them wrong again.

Yet another battle... yet another night of bloodshed... yet another opportunity to take him even higher then just the rank of 'champion'...

... but of wrestling hero, of wrestling legend.