6 weeks.

It's been just about 6 weeks since my failure at Chain Reaction, and not one of those weeks have gone by without me cursing at my own name. I've had nightmares of that night, of my third big chance to finally make something big of my dreams, only to fail it...

And one name continues to come back to me.

Sharp.

There are times when I simply wish to close my eyes and stop thinking, stop wondering what might have been had I won just one of those three shots. Yet the cold, harsh reality is that every time I close my eyes, their faces lie behind my lids.

I can't escape them, the Sharp family has corrupted my mind.

I could go on to say that inevitably, the fans have no one to blame for my sudden 'turning' on them but the Sharp's. That their so-called 'hero' in Steve is nothing more then a murderer, and that his wife is no more then a quick spark in the frying pan.

I could say that she doesn't deserve what she has, that Sharp didn't, and that I should be standing tall on the mountain, holding my HWF world championship high...

...and yet I don't.

Why don't I voice out to the people, why don't I tell them exactly how I feel? The fact of the matter is, I know they won't believe me, and that the voicing of my thoughts will only further their desire to see my head hung on a stake. I never made the decision to turn on them...they forced me to.

The only person who seems to understand that, the only person who still sees a future in my career...is a man in a very similar predicament to my own.

Problems with the Sharp family, the fans not understanding your actions...yet all you ever wanted was a better HWF.

Tony Bradshaw and I are more similar then I ever could have imagined. It is with this knowledge that, inevitably, I had made my decision to join his little effort. No more will I be skeptical of his reasoning, because a man in my shoes should know best how to handle these things...right?

Yet I just don't know.

Suki has a feeling, this funny feeling that Bradshaw shouldn't be trusted. She seems to believe that Bradshaw really doesn't know what I'm going through, and that all he sees is the ratings that I'm drawing in. The fans tune in to see Dominic Pericolo get his ass beaten, as some sort of comeuppance for my previous actions towards them.

They just don't know.

My family sits at home doing nothing, I've yet to receive any calls. Suki continues to support me but can offer no words of advice nor help on how to handle this situation, yet she tells me that no matter my decision in this fragile little scenario I find myself wrapped in, she will stay by my side. Chris is off doing his own things, helping his own career, and failing to assist in his friend's unlike how his friend assisted in his.

The fans have decided to hate me for my actions now, and I've given up trying to please them, reverting back to the old days where I honestly didn't care how the fans reacted towards me, because I was simply being myself. It got over with them back then, but now the times have changed.

Everything is slowly coming 'round full circle.

Katsuya and Slayer are still rookies to the HWF, they've got alot to learn before they'll ever go places around here. I had alot to learn when I first arrived, too.

I look at Slayer and I see a past version of myself, only changed into a failure. As a rookie I fought through a battle royal to obtain my shot at the North American title, and Slayer went through a similar trial. The both of us went on to face the champion, but that's about as far as it goes.

Slayer failed twice over, I won on my first try.

Granted, I lost the following week due to a disgruntled champion coming in and interfering, but I never gave up the effort. Eventually, I went on to become one of the most dominating North American champions that this federation has ever seen.

Slayer has had a rougher start then I did...but I still see the potential.

Katsuya, on the other hand, I can't relate to at all. It's unfortunate, but there's not much information to gather on my second of two opponents. He is, to me, the wildcard in this match; capable of anything.

Yet going into this match I stand unafraid, for there is one thing that I have over the both of them: purpose. Dominic Pericolo is not just another name in the HWF history books, I have cemented my status as one of the most dominating HWF superstars to step foot into the ring. For the longest time as a North American champion, no one was ever able to stop me.

It's time to relive the glory days, boys...and you're not going to stop me either.

You see, my sights are still set on the World Title, I still want to pry it from the greedy hands of those sons of bitches in the Sharp family. However, if I am to do such a thing, I need a little push.

What better a push then the title who once made me who I am as a wrestler today?

I will beat the both of you, and go on to face the winner of the other match for that title. What's more, I'll not only become the North American champion, but I'll fight onward and eventually earn my rightful shot at the world title. That title will be mine.

To become a double champion is my new goal, my new aspiration...and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. My purpose is and always has been clear to me: That HWF world championship is MINE. It is my DESTINY to one day capture the fucking thing, and so help me...if I have to do it with the North American title strapped tight around my waist, I. WILL.

Monday Night Suicide is fast approaching boys, and it's only a matter of time before I put a end to the both of your existences. So say your prayers, motherfuckers, because before you know it the bell's gonna fucking sound, and you won't even know what hit you.