There are few matches in the wrestling world today that command the attention that a match like this Sunday's main event does. Under normal circumstances, any other couple of wrestlers would be at each other's throats in the media, doing absolutely anything they can to make sure that they get in the last word against their opponent before the big night comes and they step foot into the ring.

Sometimes I can't help but shake my head at the silliness of it all, because we've fallen into such a repetitious pattern that when something like this happens, those not used to change will fight it vehemently, claim it to be pointless and unneccesary. When a revolution is happening beneath their noses... they stick to the ways of old and believe them to have the staying power that lasts them an eternity. The fact of the matter is that one day even this revolution of new wrestlers will grow outdated, and we too will either accept change, or fight against it.

Sunday night marks the night that the revolution begins full swing, the night that the future of the NLCW kicks off into the new year in a remarkable way. It's almost enough to make a man like myself nervous, you know? Knowing that you'll be facing your best friend on the biggest stage of all, knowing that the both of you will be ushering a new era into the new year for the NLCW. There's a part of me hoping like hell that some voice will come into my mind to give me the advice I need to make it through such a history making match like the one ahead of me, and come out with my arm raised high... but you know? I've came to realize... that voice is my own.

In the end, my victory is dependant on how I enter this match, what my mindset is when I take on the greatest opponent I've ever faced in my career... isn't it? One mistake, one slip of thought, and it'll all be over in the blink of an eye.

When you're facing a man like my friend, you can't just prepare yourself physically... you have to prepare yourself mentally as well. I don't need to watch the tapes of his past matches, I know them like the back of my hand. The fact of the matter is... come Sunday, I'll be facing my own shadow. No amount of preparation physically will bring me victory in a match like that... come Sunday, much like a game of chess, this is going to be sheer mental warfare.

It's because of that that I have to admit... I'm worried. I'm worried that despite my best efforts, I still won't have enough to walk out of that arena like I said I would. I'm worried that in the end, history will repeat itself as Chris Champion rises above Dominic Pericolo to take his place at the throne once again. It's happened before, and it's hard enough to deal with the possibility of it happening again... but, I think I may be ready.

In the beginning, I was thought to be the stronger of the two of us... but it was Chris who improved faster. Chris learned to adapt, to evolve... and I was left struggling along in the dust. Ironic, really... that it would be Chris who would bring me to the place that helped me evolve, and brought me to the level I find myself at today. So here I stand, a worried king over a watching kingdom, and I can't help but think of how familiar all of this seems...

It truly is important for me to win this match, but it's not because I'll lose the title if I don't. In a way, this is to prove something I never was able to before to myself... that I really can defeat the likes of men like Chris Champion. He's my best friend and my perfect enemy, and in the end... he's the one thing that has stopped me from truly believing that I'm finally at the level I've always dreamed of being.

There are plenty of people who can say they've beaten the best, but there are few who can say they have beaten Chris Champion. Looking to the past, I can say that I have... but when you look to the present, and to the man he's become?

He's an entirely different person all together, a person I have never beaten.

For all of my life I've dreamt of being the greatest wrestler that has stepped foot into a wrestling ring, but it wasn't until a few years ago that I actually realized it fell down to a matter of perception. It's the fans who choose our destiny in the end, but there's a difference between being called the best... and truly feeling that you are.

I will never feel like I am until I can say that I have beaten Christopher Champion-- that I have beaten the real Christopher Champion. This Sunday is my chance to do that, and to finally put an end to a story that has lasted with me since the first day my father sat me on the couch to watch wrestling with him on our television screen.

In the end... he's right, too; there can only be one dominant force in this industry for people to look back on... and it's been my dream to be that person. Does that mean I'll be the man who wins the match in the end, however? Not at all, but I will say this... inevitably, you won't be able to stop me, Champion.

Oh, but I would love to see you try.