For the better part of a year, I lived on a steady stream of Aleve and regular ice baths, all for the sake of the WPW. And when my body finally gave out on me, they promptly wrote me off the show. My belt got handed over to my colleague, Will—known as Million Dollar Bill in the ring—in a last-minute match. One I completed with a blown-out knee. So it’s a huge relief to be back here. Erika’s loss may have thrown my personal life into chaos, and a dull ache of sadness over her death might be my constant companion, but being here—doing this—makes everything feel just a little bit better. I wonder
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