At this point, I would have usually said that this was another day in the office for me, either as challenger or as champion.
However, I view this match as something else. I view it as a personal matter, a score that needs to be ultimately settled once and for all.
I hated having to leave my kids and prepare myself for a cruise, but that's exactly what happened on this glorious, beautiful Friday morning. Ariel, unscathed but a bit shaken up from Max Burke's disgusting touch and the actions taken towards her, concentrated on keeping our children calm. They were unfortunately crying, not wanting to see their father go off on an adventure and would rather stay home.
Detroit, Michigan will always be my home, but these days, it's been crumbling and with the economy in this place turning bankrupt, Ariel and I have been discussing of moving to a new place and calling it our hometown. We haven't decided where yet, but we were thinking either California or New York. The answer to that question hasn't been set in stone yet, but I suspect an answer will be provided within weeks and I don't have a problem with that, to be honest. As I said, it will always be home to me, but I also believe it is time for a new journey for my family and I and the good thing is that, due to Ariel and I's hard work and due diligence, we are set for life. We can be anywhere, go anywhere we want. But we just have to be careful in WHERE we go.
I can't say the same for Max Burke, however. Why? Because after the match I have with him at Summer XXXTreme II, the only new place he'll be in is six feet underground.
Thinking about him, aren't you?
I took a second to look up and nod at her before finishing up with the rest of my bags and placing them in the trunk of my red Mustang, then slamming the trunk shut.
Of all the arrogant, stupid crap that he had to pull against me, it was him holding you hostage, playing games with me like that. That's not a man, sweetheart, that's a coward. A coward who will do whatever it takes to get inside my head. He accomplished that for that one night, but I assure you, that won't ever happen again!
Aww, baby, I wouldn't worry about that at all.
Why's that, baby?
She flashed that dazzling, beautiful smile that always melted my heart in more ways than one.
Because after I'm done giving birth to our last two children and given myself time to settle down, not only am I going after the Bombshell division and their championship...I will also go after Max Burke. He took me totally by surprise and I know how much that hurt you, baby. I know that you can't stand with me being with another man, but I reassure you - no one will touch me like that again.
That was primarily the reason as to why Max Burke took advantage of her - she is currently pregnant and wasn't thinking of the possible damage that Max Burke could do to her. I nodded at her again.
I know you want revenge, but allow me to give you a slice of that when I destroy him for the SCW Roulette championship. No one hurts my queen and gets away with it. NO ONE!
As I yelled out those last words, I gripped her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes, the kind of eyes that could easily seduce you before it kills you. Thankfully, she didn't have to do that to me, because I won her over. I've seen a thousand women come and go in my lifetime, yet I've NEVER been interested in any of them. However, SHE was the one who approached me and started a conversation. Overtime, we were an item. Now? We are inseparable!
I believe you, Alex. He will be yours to eliminate in any way you desire. But sooner or later...I will have my own taste of revenge. Understood?
I nodded once more.
Excuse me, sir, but your plane departs in three hours and it takes awhile to reach the airport. Shall we be...leaving....soon?
Out of the corner of my eye, I started at the scrawny, well-dressed driver who would be driving my red Mustang and back. Seeing my glare, he was able to get out the last two words of his question before shrinking and getting himself into the driver's seat, closing the door behind. The camera captured his awesome reaction, one that spoke of terror. I am hoping that it is the same kind of terror that I can inflict upon Max Burke at Summer XXXTreme II.
I walked over to Arthur and Rose, who were looking up at me with sad, tearful eyes. I kneeled to the ground and spoke in their ears, not wanting to reveal my personal choice of words to them, except to say that I would love them, miss them and would no doubt eventually return home.
I stood up and walked away from the family. Ariel would be joining me in a week's time, but she wanted to say behind so that she could be with our children as much as she possibly could. Before getting into the right side of the passenger's back seat, I turned around and waved at my family. In response, all three of the most precious things in my life waved back and both of my children even said "Bye, Daddy!" That almost brought me to my knees, the sound of my children reaching my ears. It's the kind of moments that I wish for a man and am now living the dream...the beautiful wife, the beautiful children, with the house I thought I always wanted, but would eventually move away soon.
Would my parents be proud of me now? I wonder...
The thoughts of my parents were pushed aside as I entered the car from the passenger's side on the right and slammed the car door. The driver pulled away from the parking spot and began to face the right side of the road, then drove off. I stared back one last time and saw the tears of my family begin to flow down on their cheeks.
* * *
Max Burke.
It is time that you and I have a conversation about things, if you will.
What you did to me, what you did to my wife? That was completely disrespectful and out of control. More to the point, it was out of line. I have no tolerance for those who try to get under my skin by committing a major sin like that. To go through all that with little thought or wisdom into your actions was beyond pathetic, beyond disgusting! For that, I will grant you no mercy. What I will grant you, instead, is the beating of your life.
I suspect that you are going to play the cards of a true coward. I heard you speak, laugh at me, taunting me from the shadows. You keep on telling these people that my time is up with the SCW roulette championship, that I'll be forever erased from the books after you supposedly defeat me. No, Max Burke, I'll finish what I started, you foolish, ignorant bastard. I'm going to rip the bones out of your flesh and make you scream in horrendous, but well-received pain. I'm going to enjoy watching you cry in agony, begging for me to spare your worthless life. I'm finally going to enjoy taking the most important thing in your career, what really matters to you the most...
The SCW Roulette championship.
After all, this is what you've been seeking after all this time, isn't it? A chance to redeem yourself, a chance to put the spotlight back on you. Neither is happening, Max Burke. The SCW Roulette championship will be mine to retain after our next and last confrontation at Summer XXXTreme II concludes with a resounding bang. Trust me when I tell you, the shot heard around the world will be the one where history repeats itself and it will be I who walks away with the SCW Roulette championship belt around my waist. Let's face it, you abysmal, delusional punk, you were NEVER meant to be a champion.
I heard the comments from you when you were with Simone and Adams last week, against my match with Brother Grimm, a man who took me to the limit, yet was forced to walk away with a loss under his belt. Tell me, Max Burke, what makes you think that you are worthy of being the SCW Roulette champion?
Is it because of your looks? Absolutely not.
Is it because of your chrisma? What you possess currently isn't enough to make you popular.
Or is it because you think that you are better than me?
In truth, Max Burke, you were NEVER better than me. You are way out of my league. You simply have NO HOPE of winning the title, especially with what I have planned for you. Believe me, CHILD, I have studied our previous matches, re-watched your promos against me, listened to everything that you had to throw at me. At this point in my career, NOTHING you say or do to me will affect me. You did this to yourself, Max Burke. The moment you got involved, took my girl as a hostage briefly, and tried to get in my head was the day that you were marked for death.
You don't EVER touch my wife! You don't EVER try to harm the things in my life that matter the most! And now, Max Burke, because of your own actions, I'm going to delivering payback ten-fold! I don't care what the rules are or what is given to you and I, because I intend to put our business to rest at Summer XXXTreme II. You and I are going to dance, one more time, and we are going to be feeling each other's impending wrath. The difference is, however, is that my wrath, my anger will be stronger than yours combined. Only I, Max Burke, will dictate the flow of the match. I will be the one, you pathetic piece of shit, to be in complete control, to show you that violence begets violence. My kind of violence, however, is more stronger than yours will ever be.
You are, after all, a fly that is going up against a man with his bazooka and that man to going to whip out that bazooka, aim, and fire, hitting its target with such devastation that NOTHING of you will be left to see. You are going to be nothing more but a tragic car-wreck that no one wants to see, but everyone gets curious to see anyway. To me, you're a loser, a lifeless, stupid embarrassment of a man that has no business of being int he ring. At Summer XXXTreme II, things are about to change for you and certainly not in a good way either.
You know this, don't you? You know that life will never be the same after I am done putting the finishing touches on you, so to speak? You know that with every kick, every punch, every throw, every submission, and every bone I break is going to make you scream like a little bitch, don't you? I know you do, asshole. You are not going to like what I have in store for you, to be honest with you, but I don't care. I only care about one thing - your glorious destruction at my hands, at the hands of the current and will always be the most dominating entity the Sin City Wrestling Organization has ever seen!
Forget guys like Damien Kingston, Mark Ward, Casey Williams, Gabriel, or the rest of the male division. Why? Because in the end, I'm the only man in SCW you'll ever need and sooner or later, you are going to find that out the hard way. All of that starts at Summer XXXTreme II. At that event, young man, things are about to get EXTREMELY messy. Blood poured all over the floor, bones breaking, your screams, your cries. You thought what I did in the past was brutal?
Trust me, kid, you've seen NOTHING YET...until now.
So I want you to do me a huge favor. I want you to bow down, right now, and ask forgiveness from the God you pray to, whether it may be a He or a She. Either way, I don't care, because this god, this demon that you're about to encounter in the ring? He won't be kind and when this man delivers judgment upon a fragile, insignificant soul like you, things will have went from plain bad to extremely worse, Max Burke. At Summer XXXTreme II, you are going to get on your knees, apologize to me profusely, for hurting me, for hurting my wife, begging me to spare you and then...you are going to absolutely NOTHING as I take away everything that's Max Burke and discard his body and soul into the four winds, to be completely forgotten....
...and forgotten you will be, Max Burke, because that's the only path in life you will take and it will both a prvilege and an honor to take you there, throw you over a cliff, and watch you scream in helplessness. After Summer XXXTreme II, you will have nothing to live for. Mark my words on that, Max...the beginning of the end is around the corner and I'm going to make sure that it all ends with a symphony of destruction that will be the main headline around the world...
...For I am Kain, The King Of Kings! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!