Posted by Dominic Pericolo on Saturday, November 20th, 2004
Currently Feeling: ...I don't know, normal I guess.
Entry Title: Something about a punching bag
Well, this is quite interesting.
Lord knows how she roped me into this, but Suki told me I should start keeping a journal of my thoughts leading into events and whatnot. Says that it'll help me get things off my mind easier and let me concentrate better on the match. I suppose she has a point, but at the same time I doubt me typing a couple of words on the computer would have led me into victory against Sharp and Born 2 Bleed.
Yeah, I'm still a bit irked about that. I gave it my all but in the end it was the underdog who'd failed. There was no fairytale ending, no realization of dreams. There was nothing, I was literally left with nothing. They had to carry me out of the arena and I conceded to clapping for a man I honestly believe is letting his title go too far to his head. And why?
Because, on that night, Sharp was the better man.
It sucks to admit it, but he was. Despite everything I threw at him he was ready for more, until finally I had nothing left to give and he had enough left in the tank to cap off two finishers and put me away. ironic, the last time we faced each other it took two finishers to put me away too.
Sharper Image, Downtown Connection.
Sharper Image, Superiority Complex.
Granted, the previous encounter included Shawn Collins and Matthew Logan, but I digress. The fact of the matter is that now twice I have faced Sharp, twice I have lost, and twice was I hit with two finishers in the process of putting me away. Now, despite my loss I must admit...this is still an accomplishment to the fans apparently. It's not many days you see Sharp forced to hit two finishers on someone to keep them down, so in a way I suppose I deserve a pat on the back.
But before you go to lift your arm, remember, you're looking at a guy who went from one of the longest reigning NA champions in the HWF to opening a show against someone called 'The Punching Bag'.
It's like Yo MuthaFufka all over again.
I've fallen back down to opening cards, I'm having to go about the entire struggle I went through in the beginning all over again, just in hope of one day receiving that second chance. Meanwhile, the very guy I made the promise with that I'd have that title by the end of the year is getting taunted by Sharp to take a shot at him.
Chris Champion, Steve Sharp...will it really happen? To be honest, I hope so. And I also hope that Champion makes good on a promise that I couldn't keep. I hope he beats the fuck out of Sharp, and accomplishes something I've been dreaming about all my life. It's ironic that a friend of mine gets the next shot, moreso ironic that one day we could very well be feuding over that title. Kinda like the past, eh Champ? When I defended my NA title against you...maybe one day you'll be defending your world title against me.
But rather then look to the future or the past, let's focus on the present. Let's focus on this guy: The Punching Bag.
Let's try not to laugh.
Let's give up trying.
Seriously, I don't know what to expect going into this match. An HWF newcomer, or another jobber? When Monday Suicide rolls around I'll be walking out there for the opener, looking forward to a challenging match to give the fans a little preview of what to expect in the show. That's what the opener's for, right? To warm up the crowd, get them ready for the big matches of the night.
Matches I was once in.
Matches I now play second rank to.
But no complaints...I only gave the current world champion a pretty damn hard match a few weeks ago, right? Ugh, after typing this I'm starting to see something, I'm being pretty bitchy about all this aren't I?
Look, don't mis-interpret what I'm saying...I love the HWF. It's done more for me then I could ever imagine. I don't mind opening to some rookie, much like Nightshade had to do to me just around a year ago. The fact is, though, I didn't expect to be doing this so soon after Sharp. I didn't think I'd fall this far, hit the ground this hard, you know?
...fuck it.
I fought one year to get where I did with Sharp, I did something that'd take many others MUCH more then a measely year to do. So what if I lost? So what if I'm starting over again? The fact of the matter is, I'm ready to do some damage. I'm ready to shake up the world again. I'm ready to show them just what I'm made of, one more time.
And this time? I'm NOT going to fail. So Sharp, Champ, whoever the fuck is going to be the champion by the time I claw and fight my way back up that ladder rung by rung...
Keep the belt shining for me, I won't let my dreams slip away from me again.
Oh, and congratulations on the win Sharp...enjoy that title while you still can.
As far as you, Punching Bag, prepare to live up to your name on Monday. No offense, of course...it's strictly business. I don't know what to expect from you and I'm expecting alot, perhaps more then I should, but nonetheless. Do not dissapoint me, do not half-ass this thing. This is your first match in the HWF, and I'm going to give you hell, kid.
So don't be suprised if the match doesn't last as long as you'd hope, I'm going in there to fight and I'm leaving the victor. There's no exceptions, kid, failure is NOT an option.
Not even the Messiah can save you now, kid.
Not even the Messiah can save you now.
-Dominic Pericolo