When you've been in this business as long as I have, eventually that fire that once burned inside starts to die down. That passion, that craving you had for the competition starts to fade away. You realize that you just don't feel it anymore. After nearly five years in the business, rarely taking any break whatsoever, I was spent. Not that I really had anything to regret. I had recently become the Heavyweight Champion of the world at a pay per view named after me. I had a hot fiance' life was good. Hell maybe I could keep going, just not at the pace I once did.

But life throws curveballs your way. My father had to have surgery on his back to remove a fatty tumor around his spine, which left nearly more crippled then he was originally. Most of my time and effort went to him and my mother, because family comes before this business no matter what. Eventually, I forgot about the ring and tried to enjoy life outside of it. And thus for most of 2008, "The Cornered Animal" was nowhere to be seen. But, things can change...

*RIIINGGG! RINNNGGG!*

A phone rings, I open my eyes. It's like, 2 AM.

Ugh.....who the fuck is this and why are you calling me so late?

Matt! It's Dave!

Dave, one of the workers I had hired to watch over my personal wrestling archive located in downtown Halifax, Nova Scotia. A fitting place for most of my promo and match tapes to be stored.

Dave, what the hell man?

It's the archive Matt! It's...it's.....

What?

I was in the downtown area at the time. Looking out the window, I just about dropped dead. I saw a large light a ways across the city. Around the area where the building was.

A large light resembling....flames.

Oh fuck no....NO!

It's burning to the ground Matt! I called the fire department but I don't know....Matt? Matt?! Hello??!!!

There was no way for him to hear me. The phone was in mid-air, falling down to the ground below after I had thrown it. Myself I had fallen to my knees now, tears in my eyes. This couldn't be happening.

No no no....my stuff! Every fucking promo! The matches! It would take forever to dig all that up! NO!

It would be near impossible, who was I kidding? The promos were from companies that weren't even around anymore. And even the PWT stuff stretches back to like 2005, near impossible to go through their archive to dig it up. BUD? No chance I'd get in there. W2K? I'd rather not get any diseases thank you. And SEF? I vowed to stay way from that hellhole long ago, not like the owner would let me have anything anyway. And there were companies that weren't even open anymore. I was screwed....

Would my legacy be ended? Not a chance. It took me a few weeks to make the decision, but I came to it. I had been gone for too long now. The end of the year was coming, and as far as anyone was concerned, I had a legacy but no footage to back up my boasts, no hard evidence to really shown what I had accomplished. I had a legacy without much substance behind it. But no one said that you can't begin anew. No one said I cannot rebuild my archive, with new footage, new accomplishments. No one said I cannot exceed what I did before. It was the perfect time to reboot my legacy.

It was around 10:30 AM when I arrived in Grand Rapids. The old Angel Arena hadn't changed much in the past few months. Dressed plainly in a pair of jeans and black sweatshirt with a pair of sunglasses on, I looked around to see any familiar faces, but seeing none, I made my way into the building, the warm air hitting me as I departed from the cold winter air outside. This time of the morning things were pretty empty, but I hoped to see someone around.

Ah, it's good to be back.

So taking it all in, realizing I was back where I belonged, I made my way down the hall.....