A single ray of light shone through a blackened sky, casting a glimmering beam of hope to those who dare to dwell below. The Earth welcomes this light with open arms as opposed to the rain which fell along its side, allowing it to touch the areas where beauty grows freely. The light slowly trails across a field, as though God himself were running his hand along over it, remembering past times... better times.

The sigh of a man sounded as that light was covered once again, shutting out the hope it had briefly managed to fill him with. He looked to the sky, placing his hand over his brow in an attempt to block the rain from getting in his eyes. The black clouds taunted him as they floated through the sky, like warships on their way to destroy far off lands.

The man lowered his head and turned, looking back towards his car sitting on the side of the road. He'd stopped himself to come out here and think, not expecting there to be rain just yet, but mother nature can sometimes be cruel. Then again, so could people.

Yet another sigh escaped the man's lips.

"No one... I poured my heart out in the ring, and no one backstage is prepared to stand beside me. Only the fans accept my message, only those I love accept my message... and even the people who I thought loved the NLCW so much have shyed away from me ever since Avulsion. What happened to the passion we all shared?"

Dominic stopped beside his car, placing his hand on the roof of it as he leaned forward. He rested his head against the roofing as well, feeling the rain against his forehead as it continued to pelt down upon him from the heavens. Everyone seemed to just be giving up now... the only people left who believed were the fans.

"The fans..." he said in a low voice, "So long as they believe in me, I'll just have to keep on fighting. I can't ever let them down again."

He grabbed a hold of the door handle, opening the door with a yank of authority, and stepped inside. He ignored the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes clinging to him as he sat down and shut the door, wiping rain-drops from his brow as he took his keys out and placed them in the ignition.

Turn the key once... nothing. Again? Nothing. Frustrated, Dominic punched at the steering wheel, letting out a frustrated yell and spiking his fist down on the horn. The sound shot through the air like a rocket, as though daring the very thunder which roared through the sky to try and out-match it.

"How the hell am I supposed to help though, when no one in the NLCW has stepped up to agree with me?! When it's just me and the fans fighting for this place... how could that ever work out in the end?" he asked to no one in particular, a frown on his face.

Yet something unexpected happened when he asked that question, as 'no one in particular' seemed to answer back.

'When the fans agree with the minority, the majority begins the change. If you keep on believing, if you keep on trusting in their judgment and doing everything you can for yourself and them... you know what will happen, Dominic, you know it will save the NLCW from those who don't know what to do.'

Dominic's hands gripped tight at the steering wheel as he listened to his inner self, his thoughts slapping him in the face as he then realized... it was still possible. Maybe the stars of the NLCW had given up hope, but the people still maintained it.

"I can do this, I know I can." Dominic mumbled to himself, as realization hit him like a proverbial brick. "JLR isn't the higher authority, he isn't the one we have to answer to! There's the board of directors, the president of NLCW...! There's still those higher then JLR, and all it takes is the fan's influence unto them to warrant stopping JLR from tearing this place down!"

Yet he knew, despite all this, getting past JLR while trying to keep up the war for the NLCW was going to be the hardest struggle. JLR probably pictured Dominic as being public enemy number two right now, after all that time spent helping Dominic along. JLR probably believed Dominic took the proverbial knife and plunged it in his back.

Yet Dominic knew better-- after all, JLR had only noted that the fans went nuts over Dominic, and as such boosted him faster to garner the ratings. It was Dominic who did everything he could to keep up with the faster pace of his career, and public opinion said he did a good job.

"It's always about the ratings with that man... he never considers the happiness of the people involved in this federation. He's exploited so many people to make his appearance all the better... it really is sickening."

And now, with Dominic against him, there was no doubt that JLR would do all he could to keep Dominic from realizing his dream: to give the NLCW back the successes they'd allowed him to achieve. Dominic's dreams were so close to being realized... he'd hate to see the people who'd helped the most go down in shame.

With a determined glare to the road ahead of him, Dominic turned the key one more time, and the car finally started. The rain had slowed to a drizzle by now as the clouds continued drifting along, and that single beam of light broke through once more. Dominic looked towards this beacon of hope with a glare set in his eye as he pulled out onto the road, speeding off.

He would light his own damn path, and rely on the blessings from above when he knew they were truly needed. He couldn't use his faith as a crutch... he had to learn to walk on his own.