For some people, wrestling is just enough to keep you sane. There are others though who can't hold onto that rush for a week before replenishing that feeling. I couldn't tell you how many of them there are, but they're there, I can tell you that much. When the rush fades, so does everything around them. Nothing matters, nothing is real to them. They live for the moment, without it. They are nothing.

When you've been subject to that feeling for so long, you notice when it's gone. It's what you've learned to live by. You don't know anything else. Wrestling is a perfect example. Rick Flair, Roddy Piper, Hulk Hogan. All of them are past their prime by many years, but here they are. Still wrestling or at least living off their wrestling name. They don't know anything else, they can't find a place into society outside of who the world knows them as.

When you live off of adrenaline, knowing something can go wrong at any moment, even if it didn't, you need that. You can't just fade away from it. Every night you need to feel that rush of adrenaline pulse through your veins.

It's the only feeling you know after awhile.

Vincent Kane lived off of that since he was barely an adult. Quickly finding his way into the New York underworld, making himself a name and someone to be respected. He was working for the biggest and the best.

Then things go wrong.

You're out of the loop, no one wants anything to do with you. One mistake, one chance, that's all you get. If he wasn't as respected as he is, he'd be dead. They knew him as a man of morals and integrity, not someone who'd go snitch on the big boys.

You'd think killing his wife would turn those tides.

Vincent screws them, they screw him. That's how it works, if it wasn't for the mercy of his former boss, he'd be in the plot right next to her.

But no, he'll just be exiled and forced to live a normal life. If you call life on the road as a professional wrestler normal.

As cliche has it sounds, just sit back and think about this.

How do you think the adjustment from living a life of crime to working once a week pleasing the crowds would be?

Easy? Safe?

Sure.

If you were used to having little to no excitement in your life.

Most may see him as a calm, cool, collected human being. But that's what he's trained to be perceived as. Showing no emotion, like a stone. Do you think these people have no feelings what so ever?

They hide them from you.

Aside from the money, do you think working for a crime syndicate is someone's life long dream? No. They do it for the thrill of it. They do it so they have a chance to be in the moment and make things happen. Regardless of how terrible, horrible, bad, those things can be.

The thrill keeps you going.

With the recent rediscovering of himself, Vincent has realized what has come over him in the past weeks.

He's lost the feeling.

What better way to bring it back?