The Greatest of All Earth Time is back on pay-per-view.

God, it?s been so long. The honest fact is while I?ve done a few matches back in the spring and fall of last year, my heart wasn?t in it. My heart hasn?t been in it since Bourbon Street Brawl 2006. That?s when Tracer and I lost the Tag Team Titles and decided to head off into the sunset.

It?s been a crazy two years. My wife has our second child, beautiful Jessica. I underwent surgery in my left knee that left my doctor almost a hundred percent sure I would never wrestle again. I had a strange vision telling me it was time to just hang things up. It all seemed to point that my day was done and I should enjoy what I got.

For twenty months I thought I could. Sure, I fulfilled some clauses in my contract and made a few appearances, but I think even the fans knew those were just pay-days. About two weeks after Birthday Bash, Phil Flaws called me up and told me that as far as the WWA was concerned, I had completed all the terms of my contract. He said the WWA didn?t need me, but they wanted me back. I told him thanks, but no thanks. Once I hung up that phone, I was sure my career was over.

I have everything a man could ask for. A gorgeous, caring wife. Two amazing children. A successful chain of restaurants. A dream house in the two I grew up in. World famous wrestler who?s achieved just about everything there is to be achieved. Why should I do anything other than sit at home and play golf?

Because I was being driven out of my mind.

Okay, to be honest I was pretty okay till about 6 weeks before I returned. I?m visiting my House of Pizza in Los Angeles. Up on the big screen is WWA Total Meltdown. I haven?t seen the show in weeks, so I decided to sit down and watch. I don?t remember what the match was. I think that Mighty Joe Buck was involved. Anyway these two morons were wrestling and in an instant, it all flooded back into me.

The feeling of the ropes against your back. You know the first time I ran into the ropes in training, I did a pretty good number on my kidney? It hurt for weeks. There?s a trick to it, but David Wattsoner didn?t teach me that. He just let me run into those cables and I learned the hard way.

The sounds of that crowd. Sure the match sucked, but the fans were going nuts. You can have the greatest speakers in the universe; you cannot recreate the way it sounds in an arena. The arena vibrates when the fans are all on their feet, chanting. When I was young, I thought Hulk Hogan?s routine where he feeds off the crowd and gets back into the match was cheesy and fake. Than I got into the ring during a monster main event and heard them chanting my name and stomping their feet. That?s not fake.

The taste of victory. It?s not just a saying. When you know you got your guy beat, you have the match won, you can taste it. Literally taste it. There?s nothing sweeter.

All of that was coming back to me in that moment. For awhile I lost myself. I was in that match suddenly. I was in the ring, with every single fan there chanting my name. I could feel the energy enter my body and travel up and down my spine. Wrestling is a drug. Like any addict, I can stop feeding my addition for awhile. But it?s never cured. It?s always there, waiting for the right moment to return in full force.

How the hell could I retire anyway? You know the amount of stuff I still have to do? I even went ahead and made myself a list. Stuff like main eventing Rage in the Cage one more time, winning the Bourbon Street Brawl, and of course, regaining my World Heavyweight Championship. I get to accomplish the first this Sunday.

Of course I also have a few guys out there I want to face in the ring at least once. I?m not going to name names, but despite the fact I?ve wrestle plenty of matches in the WWA, there are still some opponents I haven?t faced yet that I want to.

Finally those Darned bastards. They think they can come into my federation and boss people around? Give me a break. Not just are these guys the least fearsome sixsome I?ve ever seen in WWA history, they?re not even creative. Wow, an invasion of the WWA. Going to destroy us from within. Never seen THAT before. What a bunch of? okay, I?m losing my temper.

So yeah, I answered that call. I signed a new contract with the WWA. Sure I could have shopped around, see who could have given me the best deal. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Instead I came home. The place that has always welcomed me back, through not always with open arms.

Yep, Denrol is back and where he belongs. Rage in the Cage, the Darned get to fall.