[The location is unknown. Darkness. Rain. One thing is for sure. We’re not in Trinidad. Max Burke, Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree steps out from the shadows. The rain is coming down hard, but the current, reigning, and defending Roulette Champion doesn’t appear to be affected in the least. The camera comes into focus with a sweeping motion to show the half shielded face of Max Burke under his hood. The initial picture of Max Burke reveals that his forehead is bandaged. This is the remnants of Drake Green dropping his face first on to the Roulette Championship weeks ago during the first match with Steve Ramone. The camera zooms in tight to a closeup of Max. The image can only be described as chilling. Max’s face is void of expression. Max is intensely focused as he begins to speak.]
Max Burke: My professional life lately is like the cult classic movie, “Groundhog Day” starring Bill Murray. It seems that I wake up and go through the same motions, day after day... night after night.
[Rain drops cascade from the edge of his hood. The image is ominous, and adds to the overall focus that is dripping figuratively from Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree. Max continues...]
Max Burke: It started with Kain. Over and over, I walked away with my hand raised. Victory after victory, Kain just wouldn’t let it go. He was a sucker for punishment. No matter how many times I beat him, he’d weasel his way into another match... to simply stare at the lights at the end of the night. He eventually took the hint, after months of torment and failure. He has moved on to Goth, and I must say that I am rooting for the former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion to finish what I have been able to accomplish over the past year. Kain’s reality check continues at High Stakes III, and I couldn’t be more delighted.
[Max tilts his head back, and lets the rain pour over his face with a smile. He pulls his hood off, and shakes out his hair. He rubs his hands over his face, and through his matted hair.]
Max Burke: And now, it seems like we could be at the start of the song that never ends with “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone. What are they thinking? More importantly, what is HE thinking? You’d think the lump I left on his skull would have dissuaded him from taking this match. Why are you even getting this rematch?
[Max’s expressionless face turns to a look of disgust and arrogance. He takes a few steps back, and leans up against the brick. Max lifts his right hand to his chin, and cracks his neck from side to side. A smirk slowly creeps across his face.]
Max Burke: Obviously, he has his golden beer goggles on in hopes of reliving past GWA glories. I hate to break it to you. How many times do I have to tell you, we don’t give two shits about what you did in GWA. This is SCW, Sin City Wrestling. This is the present. This is 2013, the year of Max Burke. Since I have decided to break free from the Party Horde, the Burke family legacy has been a breath of fresh air in Sin City Wrestling. Like it or not, Max Burke is the best thing to happen to Sin City Wrestling. Ask the boss... he’ll tell ya.
[Max unzips his leather jacket to reveal the Roulette Championship firmly, and proudly strapped around his waist.]
Max Burke: I have brought prestige, and respect back to this Roulette Championship. This title finally has meaning since I freed it from the tyrannical grasp of the King of Excuses. The Roulette Championship is Max Burke’s title. Steve Ramone, do you have it what takes to take this championship from me? In a word... no. No, you do don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this title from me. The day this championship changes hands is the day that Max Burke decides to relinquish this championship after I walk over every single challenger that steps forward on my way to the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Ramone, you’re just another notch on the belt. You have a spot right next to Kain, my friend. You’ve got skills. You’ve got accolades. No one can deny what you’ve done in your career. Unfortunately for you... my nickname isn’t just something I came up with like so many of the boys do these days. No, it’s a fact of life. I am Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree, and I’ve proven it time and time again. I’m a student of this game, but unlike so many others my mentors are blood. They are the bloodline of this business. The Burkes are pro wrestling. I have been getting my ass whooped since I was a child as my family put me through the proverbial school of hard knocks to teach me the ins and outs of this business. I have been beaten. I have been bloodied. I have been broken. But, I have never backed down. I have never given up. I persevere. I push through. I soak up everything like a sponge. I pick myself up, and take the beatings like a real man. These are the reasons why I wear this Roulette Championship. No one... and I mean no one has an inkling of the trials and tribulations that I have gone through to get to this point in my career. Am I an asshole? Yep! Am I cocky? Yep! Do I have the credentials to back up everything I say and do? You’re damn right I do. I don’t care what anyone else with a Sin City Wrestling contract has to say. I am the present, and future of this industry. Ramone, you cannot beat me on your best day, on my worst. You are not taking this title away Sunday, or any night for that matter. I’ve beat you once. I’ll do it again... and again... and again. Face your reality “Fearless One”... the fearless fear Burke. I proved it last time. I’ll prove it again. Sunday night... you stare at the lights from the mat again Ramone. When you look up, you’ll see Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree standing over you with my title held high in the air. I was born to wrestle, and bred to win. You are destined to fail. See you Sunday.
