To all those who chose to believe in me, I'm sorry for letting you down. The hero whose name you once proudly chanted has died within me, and all that's left is the man who stood before the hero was born. The man who had to work his way up with the ones who believed in him in order to become that hero... the man who fell into his old ways, and crushed that hero he tried so hard to become.

My name is still Dominic Pericolo... and a Pericolo never says die, no matter how hard the circumstances may be, right? My father told me that as a child... back when times were hard on him, he always said that as a way of bringing himself up from the ground. My father was a hero to me... he still is, and I still believe in everything he's capable of doing, everything he ever did. When he dies... he'll die a hero, but when I die?

When I die...

Will I have finally made up for the mistakes made here? Will I be the hero I struggled to become again, or will I just be the man who never quite made it all the way? The flash in the pan I once believed I couldn't be... will my mistakes reduce me to that now? Will everything that's happened keep me from the greatest of all my dreams? I've tried so very hard for this place... I've given it everything I had, and eventually I lost that all within myself.

I didn't regain that title, and not because of Ethan Andrews interfering... but because I couldn't hold on to everything important to me. In the end, a brutal match that should have saw me as the victor saw me unaware of what Andrews had planned, and I fell short because of that. So wrapped up in being the best on my own... never thinking to call down the help offered by people-- neigh, friends such as Tanya Black...

I've been foolish, but that time has to end now. Do I really want to accomplish my dreams, or shall I just sit idly here and mope over what's become of me? That hero I once was didn't believe in wallowing in defeat; when he failed to do something he damn well made sure he got it done the next time. I fooled myself once long ago, and I nearly did it here again... but this time, I caught the ledge before the fall. I gave myself this second chance, but it won't matter unless those who love me are allowed back in this life of mine to help stabalize the errors I've made along the way.

To Suki Minamoto, the woman I love... I'm so very sorry for keeping secrets from you. I broke a promise I never meant to break at all, but I will never do it again. This is the last time I'll ever give this speach of mine, these words which have been delivered ten thousand times upon my entry to this business.

I'm done overcoming obstacles, it's time I make myself into one for others.

For once, I refuse to be the underdog. For once, I refuse to let the hero fall short and rise above despite the odds. For once... the hero will be the one who stands tall atop the mountain, and no adversary will be strong enough to take that mountaintop from me again. I won't lose sight, I will not fall short.

In the words of Tyler Scott, I will not fuck up.

Kindred London, you called me a hero because of all I've done... but you knew nothing of what lay beneath the surface. Now that you do, perhaps you've decided not to call me that hero any longer, and to be quite honest I wouldn't blame you at all, but hear this now: the man called Dominic Pericolo is through running away.

I can't... I can't bear repeating these words another day. I can't see God again, can't walk through the NLCW halls and get this reveleation. This is my last chance, the last time I'll ever have to make up for these mistakes before I take that final fall. I can't allow myself to slip into the past as I have so many times... so I'm calling an end to it all here and now.

You deserve the best from me, London, because that's all you've ever brought to the ring... and by God, I'll make sure that you get that. I'll make sure that the NLCW sees that I have changed, and that there is no turning back. I believe in myself again-- yes, again-- and this time I can't slip up. When a man admits to his shortcomings, after awhile it gets in his head to start fixing them... and for once, I won't just say what I feel, I'll act on it.

No longer will I be reduced to the person I am when I stand alone.

Awhile ago I released a statement to Dillon Durst, saying that I could only beat him should I stand as my own army, without a single soldier at my side. Now I realize how foolish these words are, and realize that indeed the only way I ever beat Dillon Durst was with the help of everyone else who never raised a fist against him. In the end... the greatest army is the one without the weapons, but the ones with the heart to fuel their leader forward into battle.

If I'm to be the figurehead of the NLCW, I have to prove my worth, and to prove my worth... I have to start back off on the right track again. To bring the NLCW to rise above the ashes Dillon Durst is making with his fires... I have to have help to grow these wings, and not try to make it on my own.

Dominic Pericolo will never fall again... I will rise above it all.

Once a hero... I was once a hero, and I lost it all. Never, will I lose it again.

I'm finally coming home