I step out in front of the fans every night, I present to them everything there is about me, and I get cheered above so many of the NLCW stars because of it. I don't ask for any more then what I've been given, and I don't demand of the staff anything at all. At most, I may heckle JLR a bit... but otherwise I'm probably one of the most humble guys on the entire roster of the NLCW.

When I go out to the ring, I try and get the fans in on everything that I can. I try to give them a good performance; something that can say, to me, that I gave them their money's worth. When I step foot in the ring, I cause my opponents all the hell I can, in hopes of pinning their shoulders to the mat for three seconds. In some cases, my job is simply to beat the hell out of them, but as often as I can I do my best not to endanger their careers.

It's when they do that to me that I start firing back, and I fire back full force.

To end your career is one of the most tragic things a wrestler can face outside of death in that ring, because when you've been in the sport long enough... the people you're with become your family. More often then not, you get sucked into this community of people you're seeing every day and you start to look at some as brothers and sisters, while others are more like the father and mother figures you lost over time or are far, far away from.

We could call JLR the smelly uncle no-one likes, but he seems to be cleaning himself up a bit lately. Stripping Alex of the title was a smart move... it gave others who'd been held down a chance to rise up and take their claims.

Kindred London being one of those men, and there's a good chance I'll be facing him twice in this one week.

The question remains, for me, however... why does he call me a hero? Why does anyone call me a hero? How can I be considered a hero?

I've questioned myself alot lately, despite seemingly growing out of that stage all those months ago it's crept back because I didn't pay attention to it. I never tried to keep it away because I just assumed that part of me was long sense gone.

You don't shrug off something you've had for years in the span of a week and lose it forever, though... if you're not paying attention it'll come right back to you.

I made my mistakes, now I'm dealing with them again, and this week is one of those times when I've got to put these problems aside and step up as I know I should.

So really, Kindred, how can I be a hero?

Heroes learn from their shortcomings and press onward from there; I learn from my shortcomings and press on, only to fall right back into them. Heroes can put aside their dreams for the sake of others, whereas I'm still bitter that that title isn't mine.

I still feel as though I deserve it, I still believe that it was my title to have when Alex lost the match. To have that title vacated... I felt like it was spitting on the past of it all.

I'm still bitter over the whole thing, though my common sense says that it's good to give others their shots; just like I'd said earlier. It's just... I fought so hard to earn that title in the first place, and to have it stolen from me, to be beaten down over it, to lose it, then FIGHT BACK for it, finally get my shot... and have it taken away?

A part of me feels like I have the right to be bitter... but is that how a hero acts?

Look at me, Kindred... look at what I'm becomming, listen to the words I've said here and ask yourself what I've been asking for the longest time...

Am I still the hero, Kindred? Am I really still the hero here?