The sunlight glints through the windows, cascading briliant colors upon the room, colors which radiate with a light that warms all it touches. The light spreads throughout the room as the sun, a gigantic celestial object in all retrospect and yet something so small and bright in a man's eyes as he stares at the sky. A burning ball of gas that helps us survive and yet can kill all at once. Funny... how did that saying go? "You can never have too much of a good thing." They never truly experienced life to be able to say that, I suppose.

'Look at the bastard... Violent A thinks just because he can poof around in the darkness taking my title that he's some hot stuff. That he can 'drop' me with a punch... and he gets high on himself because of that? If the little prick would stop and think for awhile he'd remember the last match we had... he'd remember what kind of a wrestler I am. It just feels like the paint-wearing monkey's completely unaware that I'm not as weak as he'd like to think I am.'

My eyes opened as I yawned, trying to push aside my bitter thoughts of Violent A as I looked tiredly out the open window, my eyes squinting as I enjoyed looking at the tops of some of the taller buildings this place had to offer. Sitting up in bed I yawned, looking around my now sunlit room before sliding out of bed, running my hand through my hair. How'd that other phrase go? "Another day, another dollar," right? I walked over to my dresser, smelling the air. I could smell coffee, and I felt something inside of me twitch. Hastily putting my jeans on and fumbling with the button as I stumbled towards the door, I almost laughed. What a sight I must have been, eh? Dominic Pericolo, NLCW World Heavyweight Champion taking on a pair of blue jeans in the never-ending struggle of whether or not he's going to be wearing them.

I opened the door and stumbled out, finally conquering my jeans which apparently dabbled in technical wrestling. Rolling my eyes at my own thoughts, I made my way into the kitchen, smelling the coffee again. I saw Suki sitting at the table, drinking her mug and looking up to offer me a kind smile. She chuckles and looks over at the coffee maker, before turning her head back to me as my eyes lit up at the prospect of the 'morning jumpstart', as it were.

"Mornin' honey," she spoke in a sweet, sing-song voice as she smirked at me a bit. "Have a good sleep?"

Flashbacks. God yes did I sleep well. I chuckled, shaking my head as she covered her mouth to giggle to herself. You know for someone who looks so angelic, she... God, nevermind. Of course, there were the typical 'waking-up pains' involved with such a sound sleep, bringing me a headache whose only elixer was the coffee brewing in it's maker... but yeah, I slept more then fine.

I rubbed at my head, walking towards the coffee maker and grabbing a mug, chuckling a little. It's interesting how normal a life I could live when everyone looks at me like some sort of high-and-mighty superstar.

'And see how arrogant he was after I hit him! He just grinned and laughed it all off! I mean, even through the pain, that bastard had to let me know how much better he thinks he is then me. I guess I should have foreseen having to face him... he was one of the four semifinalists in that Road 2 Slamfest tournament last year alongside of myself, Perry and Bucky... and he's the only one who hasn't faced me for the title. But damn it, did the stupid little bastard have to go and take my title from me instead of just ASKING for the shot? He think I'm scared of him or something? Stupic prick...'

I frowned, trying not to let these bitter thoughts get the better of me? It was a beautiful morning! Birds, they're chirping! Those damnable frogs that almost kept me up last night until Suki came to bed aren't croaking! Why am I thinking such bitter thoughts after such a wonderful night and amazingly good sleep I had? I should be happy right now, not keeping angry at that clown for what he did!

I poured the coffee into the mug, hands slightly shakey as Suki looked up from her mug and raised her eyebrow. She knew something was up, and probably was trying to figure out a way to ask without imposing.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" she giggled, trying to lighten my mood.

I damn near dropped my mug.

Chuckling, I shook my head as I tried to steadily hold the cup in my hand, eyeing the sugar and cream and the like off to the side absentmindedly.

"Yes, Suki... you were downright abusive." I shook my head, smiling as I heard her giggle again. I lifted the mug to take a sip and at that opportune moment she decided to speak up and remind me of the bitterness which would soon contaminate my taste buds.

"Erm...aren't you going to.." she began, but me, ever lost in my thoughts, drank the foul tasting liquid from the mug. She put her hand over her mouth for yet another time this morning, as my face scrunched up in disgust and I politely leaned over the kitchen sink to spit the coffee out of my mouth.

".... yeah, I think I'll have some cream and sugar." I spoke slowly, my voice hinting to the disgust as she broke out into a fit of laughter, placing her mug on the table and lowering her head, her hand firmly pressed to the tabletop as her shoulders shook with that cute laugh of hers.

"You're... too much sometimes, Domi..." she laughed, lifting her head back up to me and smiling broadly.

I smiled back at her and shook my head, that content, happy feeling returning to me again. I took ahold of some cream and sugar packets, opening them up and mixing them into the coffee. Suki continued to smile at me as I sipped at my coffee, shaking off that aforementioned 'waking-up pain' and sitting down. I looked about for something, raising my eyebrow. Suki smirked at me and waved the morning paper jokingly, showing she was still reading it. I shrugged and smirked back at her, picking up my mug and taking a sip, a silent message that I was willing to wait my turn.

'Like A seems to think he has. Bullshit. He deserves this match all right, deserves to be shown exactly why you don't jump the gun like that. If that bastard can beat Perry and Bucky? Yeah... it'll be over then. A is NOT going to be walking out of Sultan as the champion, much less walking out at all... not without help, at least. I'll be sure to show him that if he wants to play the big challenger to the title, he's going to have to earn it first.'

I sighed to myself, wishing the coffee would silence these bitter thoughts as well. Why couldn't I just let myself have a nice, carefree morning? I took a gulp of the scalding liquid which caused Suki to give me a sudden look of both shock and concern. I kept my mouth shut as my eyes began to water from the heat, my face flushed lightly as I then let out a breath of hot air, before sucking in some cooler air. I stood up from the table, leaving my mug there as I made my way over to the sink, turning it on to the coldest setting it had and then promptly turning my head to let the water run into my mouth.

"That hurt?" she asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Ughghuh" came my gurgled reply.

"I'm gonna go for a walk, it'd be nice to take a look over Osaka a little more before Avulsion. Besides, I might as well enjoy Japan before we head to the next country... hard to believe we're on an actual World Tour, huh? I'll be back in a bit, all right?" I said, turning around and walking towards the open doorway to the kitchen, ready to head back to my room and nab a shirt and some shoes.

"Sure thing. Try not to be gone too long though, remember that you've got a-"

"-Photo shoot at twelve. The NLCW wants me to pose for a few pictures for some new sports drink. I know, I got the memo." I finished for her, tossing a thumbs up over my shoulder, "Not to mention I'd like to continue last night's episode when I get back."

I could hear her chuckles as I entered my room, nabbing a regular black muscle shirt from the top of my counter and putting it on. I grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from the corner and some socks from my clothes cabinet, putting both on in a timely fashion and standing up, stretching out a little.

'Violent A... NLCW's own violent clown wans a peice of the title. I guess I shouldn't be so focused on him for this match, but... well, really, it's hard not to be. Tyler Scott is a phenomenal athelete and all, and should be a great challenge, but he's not my main course of concern. That violent little prick is... I need to shift gears towards him a little more then I already have.'

Of course... he might not even make it past Perry or Bucky... but if he doesn't, he'll just keep coming back. I'd rather just face the stupid bastard so I can get him out of the way... focus on other challengers who actually have the balls to confront me when they try to steal my belt...

My eyes glanced towards the sunlight-ridden window, the tops of the buildings of Osaka staring back at me.

"It really is a nice day..." I sighed, "Perfect to enjoy all you've been blessed with."

A smile spread across my features, wiping the bitterness off of my tounge.

I was going to enjoy this reign as much as I could... and Violent A nor Tyler Scott were going to take that from me.