Tuesday, June 21 2022
Las Vegas, Nevada
Max Burke’s Condo

As I sit here enjoying a bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal with a cup of coffee before I head out for my morning run, I can’t deny that I’m extremely lucky to have this opportunity fall into my lap. This is another opportunity to test myself against the best that this company has to offer. Talk about an opponent change though...

Max: What a crazy couple of days. Last Sunday, at the end of the night I was standing over the lifeless body of our World Champion, Matthew Knox. Needless to say, when I looked down at my phone Monday morning to see Mark calling the last thing I expected was the words that came out of his mouth next.

Let’s rewind to Monday morning, I don’t even remember how early it was, but it was stupid early. The sun was barely up. Who calls someone this early? My phone starts vibrating on the hotel nightstand. I reluctantly answer instead of letting it go to voicemail to give myself time to wake up. Mark Ward does not call at this time of the day unless it’s important. It was...

Mark Ward: Good mornin’ sunshine. How’s my favorite Canuck?

Max: Asleep.

Mark Ward: Apologies Max. Got a bit of a situation on our hands.

Max: Oh, you know it’s fine. Is that so? What’s going on?

Mark Ward: Well, it’s a bad news better news for you situation.

Max: Okay, I’m awake now. I’m listening. Hit me with it.

Mark Ward: The Troll’s out. Food poisoning.

Max: Shit. That’s not good. You said better news for me. Guessing you were able to book a replacement for me. Appreciate that.

Mark Ward: You’re getting a title shot.

Max: You’re adding me to the Roulette match. That works.

Mark Ward: Nope.

Wait what?

Max: Okay, I’m sitting up now. Go on.

Mark Ward: It was a moment of the stars aligning. Knox called. He wants to defend this week. Time for you to give The Troll a call and thank him profusely for his shitty week.

Max: Matthew Knox? The same Matthew Knox that you and I scraped onto a stretcher last night? Our world champion wants to defend his championship after what happened last night?

Mark Ward: That’s what he said. He’s a fighting champion. You can’t knock that.

Max: No you cannot. Not the news I was expecting, but you know me. I’m damn well not going to turn it down. 

Mark Ward: I knew you wouldn’t, and couldn’t.

Max: Well, I guess it’s time to get my ass out of bed and get to work. 

Mark Ward: That it is. I’ll let you get to it. Enjoy your day.

Max: You too Mark. Appreciate the call. You two know I’ll give him hell. Thanks for the opportunity.

Mark Ward: You’ve been really putting in the work since you’ve come back. You’ve held your own against everyone. It’s our pleasure. See you this weekend.

Max: Cheers Mark. I owe you and Christian a drink.

Mark Ward: And you know I’m not turning that down.

Max: See you Sunday boss.

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Thursday, June 23 2022
Las Vegas, Nevada

Max: Hi champ. I want to get this out of the way right out of the gate. Thanks.  Listen, we both know that this isn’t the smartest move. We peeled you off that desk. There is a huge difference between wanting to be a fighting champion, and being a smart champion. Calling the bosses, and demanding you defend your championship after what you went through less than 24 hours after what you went through is not your most educated moment Matthew. You have every right to take this week off. Hell, go out there and cut a promo if you want. But, you didn’t do that. As luck may have it, my calendar opened up thanks to an unfortunate event that has caused The Troll to pull out of our match this week. Shit happens.

Food poisoning is no joke. Been there. Done that. Hopefully never again. Horrible flashbacks flood my mind. Focus.

Max: You’re a hell of a champion Mr. Knox. You’ve got this industry by the balls at the moment don’t you? You’ve also been running quite the schedule haven’t you? It’s the classic burning of the candles at both ends. It’s eventually going to catch up to you. It caught up to Mac. You’ve had a hell of a last few weeks. I’ll be honest, we’ve both had quite the last few weeks. Trust me, I don’t ever want to have another shock collar strapped on me. Nope. Never again. Not a fan at all of that. So yeah, we’re both walking into Sunday night far from 100%. That’s the fun of it though. Adapting to the conditions, and your opponent. I’ve been pushing myself over the past couple of weeks since coming up short against Alexander Raven. I’ve had a solid run since coming back to SIn City Wrestling, but it hasn’t been perfect. Far from it. This bullshit with Vinnie and The Barnharts has been keeping me busy. Just a few weeks ago I put Bill Barnhart to sleep. What I need to focus on is what my focus was when I was making my way to the finals of this year’s Blast From The Past... reminding myself and everyone that I step in there with that I can hang with the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. Sunday night I have an opportunity to challenge for the Sin City Wrestling World Championship. These opportunities don’t come along every day. I know that. We all know that. Especially for me. This opportunity is about timing. Shitty for The Troll. Good for me. I’ll take it. The most important thing to remember when you do get that call is to leave it all in the middle of the ring.

You need to show them you’re a viable threat. He’s going to look past you just like everyone else. You need to show him, just like everyone before him. It’s a different ballgame when they’re being stretched by you.

Max: I can guarantee each and every one of you right now, especially you Mr. Knox that I will give you the fight that you’re looking for this week. You wanted to defend your championship. You may regret that decision. You need to be honest with yourself. I’m shocked you’re medically cleared to complete. Have you even chatted with our medical team yet? I’m going to take a stab in the dark, and say that’s a big fat no. So, we may be jumping the gun here a bit. I’m going to temper my excitement for this championship opportunity until that bell rings on Sunday. I don’t even know if you’re going to make it to our match. I’m being realistic here. Until I hear Tom Waits, and you walk down that aisle I’m going to be optimistic, but I’m not going to be shocked if they don’t clear you. So, I’m going to cross my fingers, and hope I still have a championship opportunity this Sunday. I’m coming to fight you. I’m going to make you work for this one champ.

Home of Becca Burke
Moncton, New Brunswick
Saturday May 21 2022

Max: OOF! Morning sunshine.

Is there anything better than getting woke up at the crack of dawn by a cannonball of four year old pent up energy? Can’t say there is. Nothing better than coming home after a long tour, and spending time with my sister and her crew.

Libby: Gooooooooooooood morning uncle Max! Breakfast!

Becca: Morning bub. Libby, do you really have to beat up your uncle Max before he’s even awake? Take it easy on him.[/b]

Max: This little punk can’t hurt her uncle Max. Not yet at least. You ready?

Libby: Wanna bet!?

Becca: Don’t do it Libby...[/b]

Max: Try me kiddo.

Libby: CLAW!

Becca: Libby Burke with the Revelations![/b]

The nerve of this girl!

Max: Ha! Really Lib? You need to grow into the family claw hold. Those tiny little baby paws are not big enough to get the job done yet on your ol’ uncle Max.

Libby: Oh yeah!? I’m no baby!

Becca: Oh you did it now...

If there is one to set her off is call her a baby. Libby Burke is about to hulk up on her uncle. She squeezes her hand on my skull with all the force that she can muster. Her mother is trying not to crack from the doorway.

Max:  Okay, okay! I tap! I tap! You win!

Libby: Told ya so! Libby Burke wins!

Becca: Okay you two let’s get some breakfast. Enough horsing around. [/b]

Max: Yep, time for coffee. You win this round kid.

Becca: Any updates on Fenris?[/b]

Max: Not much as of yet. They’re still playing it day by day. He’s obviously not thrilled with the current circumstances. I still can’t believe they pulled that stunt at Into The Void. It’s going to be great to get back, and get my hands on Bill and Vinnie.

Becca: It’s so scary. I just hope he’s going to be okay. Just promise you’re going to be careful. Don’t do anything reckless.[/b]

Yep, she knows me well. I don’t take shit like what they pulled at Into The Void. We put our bodies on the line every time we get in there, but eyesight is nothing to mess with.

Max: They’re going to get what’s coming to them. I’ll be smart about it, but I’m not taking this lying down. There are going to be consequences for their actions.

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Greater Moncton Roméo LeBlanc International Airport
Monday, May 23 2002

It was a great visit at home with the family. I’d be lying if my head wasn’t back in Vegas the whole time. I know he was in good hands with his family, but I had Fenris on my mind the whole time I was back home. Into The Void was a rollercoaster of emotions. That rollercoaster didn’t end at the end of the night in Athens. Sitting here, watching the seconds tick away till I board my flight back to Vegas all I can do is wait patiently. It’s almost time to take out some of those emotions inside the Sin City Wrestling ring where I love to do my best work.

Max: "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart sometimes I wonder if you have taken one too many shots to the ol’ noggin’. You’re quite the character eh? I want to thank Mark Cross for taking the opportunity with his King For A Day win to put this match together. I want to make this very clear to you Bill. Don’t believe the publicity hype for this Sunday. Yes, Into The Void didn’t go as planned. That’s how she goes. You can’t win ‘em all. But, this is about so much more than Finn walking out still Roulette champion in Athens.

Nope, this isn’t about the Roulette title.

Max: This is about more than you being added to my championship match at Into The Void. Shit happens. Whatever. No, this is way more than what happened inside that cage. "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart, let me make this perfectly clear to you. This actually isn’t about you at all. It was just convenient that Mark set this up. No Bill this Sunday isn’t about us at all. This Sunday is the start of me making it perfectly clear to you that that little stunt at Into The Void with Bea and Vinnie will have its repercussions.

I’ve done some shitty things in my career, but what happened at Into The Void is crossing a line.

Max: I’ll admit it. Seeing Fenris backstage after that shit was sprayed in his eyes threw me off my game. You all knew it would. You all can deny it all you want, but you think anyone believes a word that has come out of any three of your mouths this past couple of weeks since Into The Void? The deed was done. Vinnie knew exactly what he was doing at Into The Void. Bea knew exactly what she was doing. It’s the oldest trick in the book, and they pulled it off.

Mind games in this business come with the territory. It worked.

Max: You three almost pulled off your plan to perfection at Into The Void. You all damn well knew that our heads wouldn’t be in the game after Aron brought Fenris to the back, blinded by whatever shit Bea had in that bottle. You came up a bit short on the perfect plan as you "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart  did not walk out as the Roulette champion at the end of the night. Now, this Sunday night in Los Angeles at the Galen Center you’re going to pay the price for your cronies, and the bullshit they pulled against Fenris. Sitting on that plane with Fenris, Aron, and Ben coming home from Athens was an experience I quite frankly never want to relive. You idiots may have ended a man’s career, and I’m not buying any of the show you’ve been putting on since this happened. I’m starting with you Bill. This isn’t about the wins and losses. I’ve been stewing on this since we left Athens. You are in for a long ass night on Sunday. I’m going to take great pleasure in letting Vinnie know what’s in store for him. You want to try and end Fenris’ career? Alrighty then. This Sunday night in LA, you damn well may be considering retirement yourself after I’m finished with you.

March 20th 2022
Galen Center
Los Angeles, California
Post Blaze Of Glory X

Well, that just happened. Not the result I was expecting or hoping for, but it is what it is. It’s over, and done with. Time to put on a brave face for the two that mean the most to me that are waiting for me backstage. I came out unscathed, thank god. This alone will make this that much easier on everyone, Time to face my harshest critics. Let’s do this. I give the sweat a quick wipe before turning the corner to greet my ladies.

Libby: UNCLE MAX!

Libby rushes up to greet me, but stops short before her typical leap. Instead she steps in slowly and wraps her arms around me gently, being careful not to squeeze too hard.

Max: Hey kiddo. I’m okay. Squeeze away.

Libby is quick to oblige. She jumps up, and wraps her arms around my neck. I give her a quick peck on the cheek as she leans in for a tighter squeeze. This definitely helps take the sting of the loss away.

Becca: You good?

Libby leans back, and mimics her mother’s tone.

Libby: Yeah, you good?

All you can do is smile. She’s her mother’s daughter through and through. It’s that I can look them straight in the eyes, and not lie. It doesn’t happen often so I’ll take it. I do another quick self inspection as best I can with Libby in my arms. Yep, all good I think.

Max: Couple of lumps, and bumps. Shiner in the morning. No big deal. I’m feeling good given the outcome. Dust myself off, and move on. All you can do in moments like these. But yeah, so far so good.

Becca: How’s Myra doing? That was quite the shot she took.

Max: She was doing okay. Upset obviously, but she was doing okay. Giving her space.  We were so damn close. We got outsmarted. I didn’t even see Mac coming. I was kissing the apron before I knew what was happening. That wasn’t too fun now that I think about it. They were one step ahead in the end. Simple as that. I can’t dwell on it.

Becca: You’re both okay, and that’s the main thing. It was a really great match. You and Myra took it to them. Everyone saw that. You were awesome out there. We’re really proud of both of you. You both represented the tournament with the respect it deserves.

Max: Thanks. Heck, it was my best showing. I should be proud of that fact. I hung with the champ. I should be proud of that. Mac has been on a tear, and I see why. I quickly remembered what it’s like to be cracked by Mr. Bane. I can tell you Becs it’s not fun in the least. But I also reminded Mr. Bane what I promised him in the lead up to the finals that a lot can change in a year. I made sure that I came at Mac out of the gate with a fury he wouldn’t see coming.

Becca: He’s not the only one that didn’t see it coming. You definitely had him on his heels there. The fast start was a smart move. The aggression definitely caught him off guard.

Max: I knew to truly get his respect, I needed to get in his face as soon as a tag was made. I needed to stay the aggressor. Mac loves a good fight, and he can definitely take a punch. Nothing I love more than a good scrap with someone will step right up and keep it in the phone box. I felt alive in there tonight.

Libby: You did great uncle Max.

Max: Thanks kiddo. Sorry I couldn’t get the belt for you tonight. I’ll get him next time right?

Libby: Yep. I’m hungry. Time for ice cream?

Max: You bet ya we’re getting ice cream.

Becca: Little late for ice cream isn’t it?

Max: It’s never too late for ice cream.

Becca: Do you even know what time it is right now Uncle Max?

Max: It’s never too late for ice cream, especially on nights like this. It’s a beautiful night in downtown LA. How about apple pie and ice cream? Bed snack?

I give a wink to Libby, who smiles back with a devilish grin. We both know we are winning this battle. She is not going to deny me in my time of need. I need to cure the bitter taste of defeat with apple pie and ice cream. I will hunt it out, and I will find it. There is nothing better than a warm piece of apple pie, and vanilla ice cream to cure whatever ails ya.

Becca: I am kind of hungry. Get changed, and let’s see if we can find something close. We’ll wait outside for you. I’ll see what I can find while we’re waiting.

Max: Sounds good. Shouldn’t be too long, and we can get out of here.

Becca: Ok Lib, let Uncle Max get cleaned up, so we can go get something to eat.

Libby nods, and I set her down gently. She gives me another quick hug before running over to her mother, and grabbing her by the hand.

Max: Okay give me 10 minutes, and we’ll get out of here. My treat of course. Libby, you can order anything and everything you want tonight.

Libby: Anything?

Max: Anything, and everything. Whatever you want. We’re going to have fun tonight.

Becca, and Libby head off as I finish packing up the majority of my bag before heading to the shower. It’s been a long night, a long couple of weeks. I’ve got to admit, it’s a bit of a relief that it’s all over. I’ll lick my wounds tonight. Drown my sorrows in apple pie, ice cream, and a nice tall glass of milk with my two favourite ladies before they head back home in a few days. As much as this stings, I’m so glad I have them here right now in this moment. Libby’s old enough now that she can appreciate what her family business is. She can appreciate what her Uncle Max does. Don’t be surprised if you see Libby Burke’s name in the dirt sheets in the not too distant future. You can see the love grow in her eyes every time she’s around. She’s definitely going to be involved in some capacity. I have no doubt about that. I’ll be proud to pass down the knowledge when the time comes.

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April 7th 2022
Azure Resort & Spa
Zakynthos, Greece

This is what it’s all about. Sitting poolside, coffee in hand. Yes, I said coffee. I’m hiding from Ben and Fenris. I’ve had my fun, but I need to do this shit in moderation. Those two are something else to behold out in the wild of Greece. It’s a jungle out there with them. They can tease me all they want, I’m here for fun but I’m here to do a job too. And I’ve got a big task ahead of me. Austin James Mercer is no joke.

Max: Blast From The Past has come and gone. Myra Rivers, and I showed throughout the tournament that we are a threat to anyone that is scheduled against us. Now it’s time for Greece Lightning! Well played by the way. This Sunday, I’m stepping in there with Austin James Mercer. I’m going from the current champ to a former champ. I’ve said it since I’ve returned. I’m here to test myself against the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. Austin you definitely fit the description, You’re someone that I’ve been looking forward to testing my skills against.

I adjust in the poolside lounge chair. Taking another sip from my cup of coffee, I love this blend at the resort. It’s absolutely delicious. Nothing better than a good cup of coffee to get your mind right before a big fight. Austin James Mercer is a big fight. They are not taking it easy on me. I know just how dangerous Mr. Mercer is.

Max: You’ve fought the best of the best here in Sin City Wrestling. You’re a big son of a bitch, and you’re a talented son of a bitch. You are exactly the type of competition that I want this time around in SCW. You and I both know what is expected of us when we step between those ropes. We share that bond. We both know the importance of what this match means for both of us. I came up short against Mac. So did you. You’ve been on a bit of a skid. I hit a roadblock by the name of Mac Bane. Before that, I stepped in there against Miles, Todd and Jaycee. I put them all down. That was important. I needed to show everyone old and new here in Sin City Wrestling just exactly who Max Burke is. I think my run through this year’s Blast From The Past was a fitting reintroduction to Sin City Wrestling. I was able to go in there night in and night out and show each and every one of them just exactly what you can look forward to when you step between those ropes against me. I loved the diversity in opponents in this year’s tournament. I had to be on top of my game or I would have met the same fate as last year’s tournament pretty damn quick. That didn’t happen this year. No, we were there in the end. Staring across the ring from Mikah and Mac. I think that was a hell of a way to say hello to everyone in Sin City Wrestling. More importantly, the Blast From The Past was the perfect opportunity for me to prove to myself that in coming back, I’d be able to hang with anyone that they could possibly throw in front of me. I stepped in there with the best of the SCW youth movement in Miles and Jaycee. I stepped in there with a former world champion in Todd Williams. Each one tested me in different ways that I had to adapt to. I was able to successfully do that and hammer the nail in their coffin each time to advance in the tournament. This week I get to step back in there against Austin James Mercer. Coming off the Blast From The Past I need to go out there on Sunday and make a statement. Mr. Mercer, you have the unenviable role of being the one staring across the ring from me. You can look forward to an evening of pain. I need to make sure I show that I deserve another opportunity to step back in for a championship opportunity in the near future. I believe you and I are going to have a banger of a match. I think that’s exactly what both of us need right now. So here’s what we are going to do. When that bell rings, I’m going to step to the center of the ring, and extend my hand. You can shake it if you want. If you choose not to, that’s perfectly fine too. I’ll show you the respect that you deserve.

I lean forward, sitting up nice and tall. I remove my sunglasses because I want to make sure he sees exactly what I’m about to say. He needs to see just how serious I am with the words that I’m about to speak. He needs to see the confidence in my eyes. Austin James Mercer needs to know he is stepping in with a refocused Max Burke. There is no need to look at the past. What’s important is the present, and the present is a Max Burke with unmatched confidence.

Max: Then... we’re going to fight. We’re going to beat the hell out of each other. Listen to me Austin, I’m going to punch you in the face. I’m going to stretch you. I’m going to make your evening a living hell. You’re going to damn well know you’ve been in a fight when we’re through on Sunday. You’re going to feel it after the match. Oh yeah you will. You’re going to feel it on Monday, And, if I have my way you’ll be feeling it for the rest of the week. You and I are both going to be feeling this match for a long time after I’m predicting. This Sunday night I’m stepping in against another former world champion in Austin James Mercer. This Sunday night I’m walking out victorious against another former world champion. I am going to continue to prove night in and night out that I am back, and ready to make an impact here in Sin City Wrestling.

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Wednesday February 16th 2022 - Max’s condo

Max: God, that felt good.

As usual, I’m up at the crack of dawn. There is nothing better than a freshly brewed cup of coffee, and enjoying the sunrise from my balcony. I’m glad I decided to rent a condo right on the strip.

Max: Round 1 is in the books,and I’m ecstatic with the outcome obviously. Myra and I did exactly what we said we were going to do. We went out there last Sunday on Climax Control, and showed the world how seriously we are taking this year’s Blast From The Past X. Milo and Audrey put up a decent fight, but you can’t take lightly how much experience comes into play when you are in this tournament. Myra made it to the finals last year. This is my 4th Blast, dating back to when I first entered in 2015. Each year brings different dynamics, and different obstacles. The opening round was no different with the wild card that was Audrey Russow, but Myra handled her business just as I expected she would.

C’mon! Look at that sun. What a beautiful day it is this morning already. Definitely going to get out for a run this morning, but first more coffee.

Max: Milo, thanks for pushing me in my return to Sin City Wrestling. You definitely showed up last week, and got your licks in. I was definitely feeling a few of those shots Monday morning that’s for damn sure. Keep grindin’ kid, but like I said last week was not the week for the Wolfslair rebound. You showed me you have a hell of a lot Milo. Keep your chin up kid.

Like clockwork every morning, my phone goes off with an incoming video chat from my favorite lady.

Max: Good morning beautiful.

Libby: HI!

Ah, the apple of my eye. The kid that I’d die for. Libby is my oldest niece, and she makes sure she calls her Uncle Max everyday. God forbid I miss her morning video chat. That is one way to piss off this kid. She never lets me live it down when I miss her calls. This pandemic has definitely taken my appreciation for family, and everyone back home in the Maritimes. This kid is at the top of the list. But boy oh boys does she have  a temper like her mother. The ginger definitely shines through when she is in a mood.

Max: Hey kiddo. How are you?

Libby: Goooooooood.

Max: That’s good. How’s school?

Libby: Ugh. It’s okay.

Max: School’s school right. Are you excited to be back with your friends?

Libby: YEP! Oh! We watched you!

She’s quite the kid. Just like me, easily excited, and never stops chattering away.

Max: Mom let you watch Uncle Max’s match eh? Did ya like it?

Libby: You won!

Max: We did!

Libby: You played nice too.

Max: I tried. Trying to be a good guy for you. We don’t need mean old Uncle Max anymore right?

Libby: Nope!

What a character she is. Love her to death. Libby definitely is a bright light in our family.

Max: I'll try to be good this week too Lib, but Uncle Max and Myra are taking on a mean guy that has said bad things about Myra. Uncle Max might have to get a little rough to teach him a lesson okay? I'll let mom know if you can watch on Monday. Just remember Uncle Max has done this a long time. I'll be just fine. Don't you worry.

Libby: Okay. Love you! Punch him in the nose.

HA! Libby knows how it goes. She's been crawling around the ring back home since she was in diapers. She's seen her great uncles rough up Uncle Max and the rookies plenty over the years.

Max: You got it kiddo! Right in the nose just for you. Time for Uncle Max's run. Give mom a yell.

Libby: MOOOOOOOM!

Becca: Hey bub. How ya feeling?

My kid sister is my best friend, always will be. Nobody messed with the Burke girls for obvious reasons.

Max: Hey you. I'm good. Don't let her watch live this week okay? Todd talks a lot, and I don't think we're going to see too much sportsmanship on either side this week.

Becca: Yeah he was talking a lot of crap about Myra last week.

Max: Yep. Seems to be an unhealthy obsession for sure. For a married guy he's awful hung up on her. I'm probably going to be dipping into the bag of tricks this week. Libby wants me to punch him right in the nose.

Neither one of us can't help crackin' up. Libby's 100% going to be a scrapper. Pity the kid that crosses her. When it happens it won't be pretty.

Becca: Libby!?

Libby: Uncle Max said he's a poopy head.

Max: Oh Lib, I love you. Okay I'm going to go for my run. Same time tomorrow okay?

Libby: Yep! Love you too. Bye!

And off she goes like a flash. Can't keep that kid still very long. She always makes time for her uncle Max though. Libby is a key to my mental health. Coming back to Sin City full time was something I knew I needed, but it was hard to say goodbye that last time. Thank God for technology. I can't wait to fly them out again.

Max: Love ya Becs.

Becca:  Love you too bub. Kick some ass on Sunday.

Max: You know it. I'll buzz ya later.

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June 1st 2021 - Moncton, New Brunswick - Moncton Hospital 9:45  AM

Max: Mornin’ Doc.

Dr. Arsenault: Morning Mr. Burke. How are we feeling this morning?

What the hell kind of question is that? I know we’ve been down this road before, but how do you think I’m feelin’ doc? Read the room man.

Max: Ready to get this show on the road. The more important question is... how are you feeling this morning?

Dr. Arsenault: Well rested and caffeinated of course.

He is totally lying through his teeth. Surgeons are never well rested. Luckily, I’ve known Doc for over 10 years. He rebuilt me the first time, and I’m confident he’ll do it again. He’s never did me or my family wrong over the years. The man is the best in the region, and works on a ton of the local athletes.

Max: Hopefully not too caffeinated. I need those steady steady hands of yours today. Let’s see ‘em.

Dr. Arsenault: You can never be too caffeinated, you know that.

Not even a quiver. Good man.

Max: You know me too well Doc. So, what ya thinkin’?

Dr. Arsenault: We shouldn’t be too long today. The x-rays looked pretty damn good. I’ll know more once I get in there and poke around. Let’s get you prepped. Ready for your nap?

Max: Fingers crossed my friend. I am 100% ready for that nap. You better have some decent coffee for us after we’re done. The cafeteria doesn’t quite cut it.

Dr. Arsenault: I already bumped into your sister, and she said she’ll have the good stuff ready to go for us. Okay, I’m going to let the nurses do their thing and I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Nighty night bud.

Max: Becca might have the good coffee, but I’ve got a nice present for you if all goes well. See you in a bit.

Best part of the anaesthesia is you don’t remember shit. I definitely don’t mind that at all. Let’s do this.

Dr. Arsenault: You’re always so generous. Appreciate it Max. Thank you.

Max: You’re basically family Doc. You’re quite welcome. Okay enough chit chat, let’s get this over with.

5 hours later

Becca:  Welcome back bub.

Wow, I forgot about the post surgery hangover. Fuck, I’m stoned.

Max: Hey Becs. You here the whole time?

I know it’s rhetorical, she never leaves. She stayed the whole time last time, and I know for a damn fact she stayed the whole time this time too.

Becca: You know that’s a stupid question bub. Here, have some water.

Max: Where’s the coffee?

Becca: Water first. Your coffee is right there. How ya feeling?

Max: Party pooper. You know I’m still fuckin’ stoned. THAT was a stupid question. Fine, water first.

Becca: Oh hey Doc. Here’s your coffee as promised.

Dr. Arsenault: You’re the sweetest Becca. Thank you very much.

Becca: How’d it go?

Dr. Arsenault: Better than expected actually. Only needed to do a bit of cleaning up. You were very lucky Max. No additional damage from that ladder match. You really just tweaked it I figure. I just went in and did a bit of maintenance. You had a slight tear, but it wasn’t near as bad as the first time. Looks like it was more just wear and tear overall. I got you all fixed up.

Max: Oh thank god. You’re the best doc.

Dr. Arsenault: Yeah, I know. Rehab this time should be a cakewalk compared to last time. Where’s my present?

Max: Cakewalk... says you. You’re not the one doing it.

Dr. Arsenault: You got this kid. Trust me, that knee of yours is even stronger. This wasn’t bad at all.

Yes, he still calls me kid. Some things will never change. Now, the real work  begins. God, I hate rehab.

Max: Whatever you say Doc. Enjoy your present my friend. I’ll see you tomorrow?

Dr. Arsenault: My plate is pretty empty tomorrow, I should be in pretty early to check on you. Nice seeing you again Becca. Give my best to the family.

Becca: Of course. Thanks again.

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Friday February 18th 2022 -  Fremont Street

Max: What the fuck did I just get myself into?

This could be a first in pro wrestling. Probably not, but I’m still scared shitless. Did I mention I’m terrified of heights? I’ve got my Go Pro strapped on, and am already regretting this decision that I’ve made on a whim.

Max: Hello Sin City Wrestling. Welcome to Freemont Street. Welcome to...

Ok breath Max. You got this. Don’t shit yourself.

Max: Slotzilla. I’ve had my eye on this for a while. I figured I’d take you all on the ride with me. What is Slotzilla?

Goddamn this is high. This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? I fuckin’ hate heights. Look at this thing!

Max: Slotzilla is a 114 foot high zipline at its highest point. Why am I here? It’s about facing fears. You see this is a great representation of this crazy world of professional wrestling. We risk our lives night in and night out. The unknown is always in the back of your mind, and the pit of your stomach. Anything can happen when you step between the ropes of the six sided ring. Just like here... anything could happen. Hell, I might not even make it to Sunday after tonight. But, night in and night out we step between the ropes anyway because we love the thrill of it all.

Oh shit. My turn here we go.

Max: We do this for the fans. We do this for the love of this business. We’ve also probably taken way too many shots to the head over the years... but we absolutely thrive in the violence.

Guess there is no backing out now. Okay... okay... it’s all good. Fuck me, I’m really about to do this.

Max: So, here we are. I needed something to take the edge off before this week’s quarter-finals. That silly bastard Ben mentioned this damn thing one night, and I’ve had it in the back of my head. Perfect time to rip the bandaid, and take the damn plunge.

And awaaaaaaaay we go!

Max: Oooooooooooooooooooooh SHIT!

Holy shit this thing boogies! This is fuckin’ way higher than I thought...

Max: This week we square off with Todd Williams, the man of a thousand catchphrases and Alanah Russow. You see, this one this week is going to be an extra sweet victory. Todd’s always talked a lot of shit. Hell, last week on Climax Control Todd threw his own partner under the bus. Got to admit, and this is going to be shocking to hear from me of all people. Stuff her in a suitcase? Okay Todd... that’s a bit weird. I thought your unhealthy obsession with Myra was a bit much. You can’t seem to keep her name out of your mouth. You got a few screws loose up there bud? You ever seek help, or does Hope just feed your ego so much that she can’t even see through your crazy?

Okay this is fun!

Max: I’ve got a question for Mrs. Russow. How’d that make you feel huh? You’ve got a potential serial killer for a partner by the sounds of it. The fact that the first thing that came to mind for him to say was he wanted to stuff you in a suitcase and carry you to the finals it’s pretty f’d up. It even caught me off guard. Let’s just say it was a moment of reflection for me. Ask Orchid. I’ve 100% stepped over the line in the past. Do I regret the things that I’ve done in my time in Sin City? Not a chance. Here in Sin City, you can feed or... you can get chewed up and spit out. When I first came into Sin City as a member of the Young Lions, I was that doe eyed babyface. Here in Sin City you have to evolve or you won’t survive. Problem with Todd is he is so engulfed by his own ego that he believes he is unstoppable. His ego will be his demise. You see Todd is so focused on showing off, and undermining his partner Alanah that can you truly believe that his focus is on this week? He seems more focused on your husband then on the task at hand that is the Blast From The Past X. This is how mistakes are made in this tournament. If your sole focus is not on this week Todd, I’m going to chew you up and spit you out. You need to stop focusing on Jack Russow. You need to stop focusing on talking about your big... ego. You need to realise you can’t win this tournament on your own. Egos fall in this tournament every damn year. If you look too far ahead, you’re staring up at the lights at the end of the night. We all saw what happened in the opening round. You better check yourself.

Whoa what a ride that was. That wasn’t so bad. Now get me out of this damn thing.

Max: “I’m Todd Williams and I mean business.” Todd you’re so unfocused right now your little catchphrase doesn’t mean shit, Listen to yourself every week. Go home Todd. Be a dad. Be a husband. Stop fooling yourself. You should have never come back. Your ego was your downfall in SCU, and your ego will be the downfall in this tournament. You don’t really want this. Don’t worry we’ll solve that problem for you. Last week, Milo felt just how much my Nail In The Coffin absolutely sucks. This week it’s your turn. I’m going to make sure you get to use that suitcase that you keep talking about, but it’s not going to be Alanah stuffed in it. You’re packing your shit and going home.

Well shit.That definitely didn’t go as planned at Inception. Have to give credit where credit is due. When it was all on the line he found a way. Hitamashii pushed all his chips in, and walked out with the G.R.I.M.E. World Nightmare Championship ending my almost 8 month reign. He used nefarious means to do so, but we all know I would and have done the same to hang onto the championship as long as I did. Good on him. Now, it’s time to switch focus to the 2021 Blast From The Past tournament.

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Sunday morning. The bosses have just announced the opening round matchups for the 2021 Blast From The Past. The alerts on my phone are coming in fast and furious with the announcement waking me from my peaceful sleep. I roll over and grab my phone to see what the fuss is about. Amy and I are kicking things off this week against Mac and Myra.

Max: Ok, no rest for the wicked I guess.

Scrolling through my texts, I hit Ruby and Casey up immediately with the news of the pairings. Good thing today is the last day of babysitting my niece. I need to shake off what happened at Inception, and get ready for Climax Control. Within moments of texting Casey, he’s already calling. I quickly answer as I pop out of bed, and make my way to the kitchen.

Max: Hey big man. Yeah, I was just saying that myself. No rest for the wicked eh? Want to hit the gym around... let’s say 2? I just have to drop off the kiddo, and I can meet you there. Okay. Yeah, I’ll see you then.

Coffee is on. Bacon is in one pan. Pancakes in another. If there is one thing that can stir my niece from slumber is the aroma from bacon in the fry pan. Libby pops around the corner, and climbs up on the stool at the island.

Max: Morning kiddo. Did you sleep okay?

The telltale sign of an excellent sleep is written all over her face. My oldest niece is my biggest fan. Hands down. No question about it. All she can do is rub her sleepy eyes, and let out a power yawn, that quite frankly I’m kind of jealous of.

Libby: Yep.

Max: How many pancakes you want?

3 fingers are waved in my face. She’s quite the kid. Hell, she’s already been in the ring a bunch. She’s hooked early, and I couldn’t be happier.

Libby: 3 please. I’m starving.

Max: You got it kiddo. Want some milk?

Libby: Coffee.

This kid is hilarious. She’s 5.

Max: Nice try. OJ?

Libby: Coffee.

Annnnnd there is the look. Just like her mom. Just like her grandmother. Eyebrows pulled down HARD. Nose scrunched. Laser beams shooting from her eyes, and steam starting to shoot from her ears. This is how she gets me every damn time.

Max: How about a super special coffee?

Libby: Super special coffee?

Her eyes light up as she loves her Uncle Max’s super special coffee. So, I get to work. I grab the milk out of the fridge, the cocoa from the cupboard, and fill up the kettle. Wham, bam... super special “coffee” on the way. Yes, I do give her the smallest splash of coffee... I can’t lie to the kid. Just don’t tell on me.

Max: Don’t tell your mother.

Libby: I won’t. I promise. Pinky swear.

These moments top anything I’ve done in this business. Family is everything to me. Always has been. These kids are my #1. God help the poor son of a bitch that ever crosses our family. Would you want to piss off the Burkes? No? Smart. We shovel our breakfast into us, and get ready to take her home. As much as COVID has sucked, I’m glad they got stuck here with me. Unexpected extra long vacation with Uncle Max hasn’t bothered them too much. I’m just glad I’m in a position that I could support them through this crazy time.

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Let’s rewind. Let’s go back to early 2019. It was late February or early March when I first got the phone call out of the blue. This was the phone call that I sure as hell didn’t see coming. Let’s just say the person on the other end of the phone wasn’t someone I would expect to call me given our history. Hell, I’d been on the shelf for quite awhile with no intentions of coming back. But... when the phone rang I answered. It was a Vegas area code. I didn’t have the number saved in my contacts.

Max: Hello?

When the voice on the other end replied I think I choked on my coffee.

Max: Erik? How did you get my number?

I had to admit he was resourceful. Still not sure how he got my number, but he got it. You see, I never really got along with any of the Staggs family. Hell, he was a primary target when I was with Hotstuff Inc. Why the fuck is Erik fuckin’ Staggs calling me? This should be a fun conversation.

Max: What do you want Erik?

This was rich. Erik tried to drum up some small talk before getting to the reason for the call. Impatiently I obliged for a couple of minutes.

Max: A contract? You want me back?

Here I am a few months out of knee surgery. Still rehabbing it. Erik wanted me to come back to Vegas. But wait... why isn’t Mark calling me? Hell, why isn’t Christian calling me? Well the latter... that’s obvious. I listened to what he said. He explained to me how he was running Underground not SCW. He was looking to beef up his ranks, and I was on his short list.

Max: That’s a tempting proposition. I’ll give you that. There’s a problem with it though. I’m coming off knee surgery, and still rehabbing it. You’ll need to give me some time to see how this goes.

We chatted for a few more minutes, and left it at that. I had a lot to consider before putting pen to paper. First, I needed to make sure my knee could handle the grind of the schedule. Second, did I really want to come back? I’d been quite happy back home in the Maritimes running my school, travelling for seminars, and just enjoying family time. If I decided to come back I would need to think long and hard about this decision. I knew I needed to cut out the distractions, and have complete focus on the rebuild of Max Burke.

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A few months pass, and I’d get a text here and there from Erik checking in on my progress with the knee rehabilitation. Day by day the knee got stronger. Day by day the pain that I have come to accept and live with for years slowly subsided. I played it smart. I didn’t push it. Last thing I needed was a setback. I started tuning in again for both Underground, and Climax Control. Much had changed since I left, but there were quite a few familiar faces that kept my interest peaked. The hardest part of this, and I made Erik promise also was to keep this between just the 2 of us. I didn’t want to make a promise I couldn’t keep. Hell, I just needed to make sure I was 100% committed to returning. Fuck, if Mark got wind of this I’d never hear the end of it. I needed to do this for me, and only me. But... how? Soon as anyone I know got wind of this it would be all over the dirt sheets. Last thing I wanted was that pressure. I knew it was time. I had to let a few in on the secret plans. So, I called my uncles. They were the only ones I could trust fully with the information. It was a simple call. I got Brad and Bryan to come over for “dinner”. Just the 3 of us. Neither hesitated, and we sorted out the details.

Brad: Shit. You’re serious?

Max: Yep. Staggs called a bit ago. I’ve been keeping that little nugget to myself during rehab.

Keep direct eye contact no matter what. I keep repeating that in my head as I run my finger over the scar on my knee.

Brad: Have you even rolled yet?

Don’t let them see you sweat. My knee is fanfuckintastic. I just need to do this.

Bryan: Yeah, where are you at right now? Have you actually stepped through the ropes yet to test it?

Obviously saw those questions coming a mile away. Truth is... I hadn’t. That’s why they were there. My uncles know exactly how my brain worked 99% of the time. Cut from the same cloth after all. We spent a solid 3 hours chatting over our whiskey, and steaks. They realized pretty quick that I was serious.

Max: I actually got the go ahead from the doc that I am making fantastic progress, and I could test it out... carefully. Told me to go about 50% to start.

Brad: Yeah... right. 50% we all know that damn well isn’t going to happen kid.

Brad never was the one to sugar coat things. Honestly, none of our family is great at sugar coating shit.

Bryan: If you’re going to fuckin’ do this, for the love of christ just follow the doctor’s orders. Do you really want to set yourself back on the progress you made?

Max: It feels great. I swear. I’m not going to lie to you two.

Brad: If you don’t want your ass whooped...

Bryan: Okay. I guess we’ll see ya at the gym. Just tell us when kid.

I’ll always be a kid to those two. Between Brad, Bryan, and my late uncle Ben they have been kicking my ass since day 1. Brad and Bryan can still make the kids in my gym cry without even trying. Fuck... when you get stretched by a Burke you will feel it for days. The thing is that’s what is missing these days. A lot of these new kids don’t understand what it’s truly like to be properly stretched. When you come from a wrestling family that goes back generations you have that name to live up to. It’s quite the challenge to live up to that legacy. It can break you... or it can build you into the wrestling machine that you need to be to survive in this crazy fuckin’ business. So... that’s what we did. We met at the gym the next day, and the day after that. Take a guess... and the day after that. They both watched me like a hawk for the next several weeks as I worked out with my kids. The students didn’t suspect a thing. They were just happy that I could get back in there, and show them things that I’ve had to sit back and just instruct them on the months. Had to hand off the heavy lifting for far too long. There is nothing like the smell of the blood, sweat and tears on the canvas. I realized fairly quickly that the knee was feeling better than it had in years. This knee had been the bane of my existence for most of my career.

Max: I think I’m good.

Brad: Agreed.

Bryan: Agreed.

So, I made that call to Erik, and the rest is history.

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Fast forward to today. I made that comeback. Yeah, I did. 1st as Abaddon before finally revealing myself at Into The Void, and becoming the G.R.I.M.E. World Nightmare Champion. The target was huge on my back, and it’s just what the doctor ordered for this little comeback journey I’ve been on. Hitamashii finally made good on his promise. He was the one to snatch it away. He did what no one else could. Let’s sit back and see what he does with it now. I’ll be watching closely. But, that will have to wait. Now, it’s time to focus on the future and my return to the Blast From The Past tournament. I’ve got a love hate relationship with this time of year, and this tournament.

Max: The last 8 months as the G.R.I.M.E. World Nightmare Champion has felt like an out of control train in an action movie. No matter who they put in front of me, I’ve found a way to come out on top by any means necessary. The beauty of that title are the rules that come with it. Basically anything goes which allowed me to dive deep into those long hidden urges. Those buried deep since my blood feud with Kain over the Roulette Championship. In the past year, I’ve been lit on fire multiple times. Barbed wire? Check. Thumbtacks? Check.

I examine the new scars that I have acquired since returning to Sin City. All I can do is smirk, and nod at what I’ve done to myself. I run my finger down a jagged 3 inch scar... Raab. Oh yeah, that burn right there Raab’s pet... Samuel.

Max: I wear these fresh scars as a reminder, that yes at 39 years old I might be a tad slower, and a bit more beat up but I can still go. I’ve defended that championship with pride. People might not like us, but you can’t argue the facts. G.R.I.M.E. has injected Sin City Underground with a breath of fresh fuckin’ air. It has inspired the returns of names synonymous with Sin City. The talent on our side of the locker room has gone out every goddamn night with purpose. Statements are made each, and every night. And that statement continues with the 2021 Blast From The Past.

That’s right. Merely days after losing my title to Hitamashii I’m turning around immediately, and shifting focus to the opening round of the Blast From The Past. I’ve got to be a sucker for punishment. Smart thing would be to focus on regaining my title. However, when a friend calls... you answer. Mark called me out. He wanted me back for The Blast. Some of the fondest memories I have are sharing the ring with Mark Ward as a piece of Hotstuff Inc. The destruction we left in our path was the most fun I’ve had in this business until I returned for Sin City Underground. When your mate calls your bluff you show up. Simple as that. I threw my name in the hat.

Max: I’ve got to say, the last thing I expected to be saying is that I’m an entrant in this tournament yet again. It’s been no secret that I have been ecstatic over having Amy’s name drawn to be my partner for this year’s Blast. That’s what the Blast is all about. The opportunity to experience first evers. Amy is a mainstay. I’ll say it. I’ve always been a fan of her tenacity in that ring. When Amy was on the show, you knew you were in for some damn good action. So yes, I’m looking forward to seeing this comeback firsthand. If it’s just for the Blast I’ve got the best seat in the house. Our opponents in the opening round are Mac Bane and Myra Rivers. Myra has been proving night in and night out during her current reign as Internet Champion that she is more than capable to step up to someone like Amy. Mac Bane is a big ol’ Texan veteran that hits like a Mac truck. I’m well aware of what Mac Bane brings to the table in this tournament. But you see Mac, I’ve been dealing with the likes of The Monstimals and Dying Breed throwing their best lumber at me on a weekly basis in the Underground. I’ve had my ass whooped by the biggest and baddest over the years. I’m still standing bud, and always lookin’ for a scrap. We’ll see you on Sunday. At the end of the night in the center of that Sin City Wrestling ring where we made our names... Amy and I will have our hands raised. We will move onto the next round.

 The sun is bright. 68 degrees, and barely a cloud in the sky. He’s here a few days in advance of the 2nd round of the 2017 Blast For The Past. Max Burke, clad in a pair of dark wash jeans, white dress shirt, slim back tie loose around his neck, leather jacket and vintage Ray Bans is out for a stroll on the Philadelphia waterfront. The air is brisk, but the day is beautiful.

Burke: Philadelphia.

He inhales deeply, filling his lungs with the brisk air. He slides the hair band off his wrist, and ties his hair up.

Burke: The real fighting capital of the good old U S of A.

The bricks of the historic Philadelphia buildings reflect in the lens of his sunglasses.

Burke: The history of this city is etched in every brick. It is ground into every wrestling mat, and boxing canvas.

Max strokes his beard, and takes in another deep breath. The brisk air is invigorating today. You can hear the passion in his voice as he speaks. No matter what you think of his tactics, no one can deny Max Burke’s passion for wrestling, and for that matter the sport of fighting overall.

Burke: This is my kind of city. This is a home away from home for me. The grittiness of this city is what continues to draw me back.

Max unscrews the top from his bottle, and takes a sip of water before continuing on.

Burke: The blood, sweat, and tears that have been shed in this city is what defines it.

Max stops for a minute to soak in the scenery of the waterfront. In the distance, the Ben Franklin Bridge shines in the sunlight.

Burke: In Philly... this is where you work. This is not a city for the weak. Iron will is what is needed to survive, and thrive in the TRUE gyms of Philly.

You can see behind the lenses that Max is reflecting on his many visits to the gyms that he speaks of right now. A tiny smirk sneaks into the corners of his mouth as he is reminded of the torture that he went through inside of those brick dungeons that are playfully called gyms.

Burke: The knowledge that has been passed over decades is unquestionable. If you are a professional fighter, Philadelphia is where you come to earn the respect of your peers, and your mentors. You will bend. You will break. You will sweat. You will swear. You will bleed. You will learn.

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Max lets out a half grunt, and half yell as he drills the heavy bag with a leg kick. His training partner grips the bag tightly as Max he connects a second time.

Burke: AH!

Tom: AGAIN!

Max obliges with another stiff kick.

Tom: ELBOW!

Max spins, and connects with the point of his elbow.

Tom: KNEES!

Burke: AH!

Max grabs the bag as instructed, and unloads several knees.

Tom: Good. Grab some water.

Burke: Thanks.

Max grabs the velcro with his teeth, and slips the glove off. He grabs his water bottle, and takes long drink from it. He picks up his towel, and quickly swipes the sweat from his brow.

Burke: You’re a good man Tommy. Thanks for taking some time out today.

Tom: You know you always have a place here bud. We’ll put you through the grind any time you’re in town.

They both chuckle as Max tosses the sweaty towel at Tom.

Burke: The way it should be. I wish she’d get here already.
Tom: The one from the office?

Burke: Yeah. Mark said he sending over Rocky to plug Sunday’s show. Going to throw it up on the social media sites.

Tom: Jet black hair, and uhhh....

Max turns around, and knows from the look on Tom’s face that Ms. Rocky Mountains has just walked in the door of the gym. Chasing closely behind is an SCW camera operator.

Burke: Ms. Rocky Mountains, let me introduce you to my good friend, Tom.

Tom reaches out his hand, and takes Rocky’s. He gives it a peck.

Tom: Pleasure ma’am.

Rocky winks at him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Nice. Very nice.

Tom sheepishly grins at Rocky.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Very nice setup you have here Tom. Rugged, not flashy like all of these new... facilities. They seem to POP UP everywhere.

Tom coughs nervously, and turns away.

Tom: I’ll uh... let you a... get comfortable. Feel free to stay as long as you need.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Thank you for your hospitality Tom. How about we step up over there where the championship belts are on the wall?



Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes, that will work. Max, pleasure as always.

The camera operator quickly unpacks his gear and sets up the frame for the interview. Max, Tom and Rocky continue with some small talk while he sets up. It only takes a couple of minutes, and Rocky is ready to go. She pins a lapel microphone on the edge of the opening of her button up blouse that is overflowing because of her “assets”. Max has wiped off the sweat, and quickly gotten dressed again. His eyes hidden by his Ray Bans.

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Ms. Rocky Mountains: Sin City Wrestling, thank you for joining me for this web exclusive with Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree, the man that made his return for the 2017 Blast For The Past tournament. The former Roulette Champion... Max Burke. Max, thank you for giving me this time today.

Max turns ever so slightly towards Rocky. He leans in. In a soft voice...

Burke: Pleasure is yours, Rocky. My time is valuable. I beg of you, do not waste it here today.

Rocky glares at Max. She adjusts herself, and leans in towards Max.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: No sir, the pleasure is yours. Max, the best way that I can think of to commence this interview is with a simple question. Why?

Max leans back. He clears his throat. He raises his finger to his lips, and taps them for a moment.

Burke: Why? * he shakes his finger in Rocky’s direction * What kind of open-ended... nonsensical question is that? You call yourself an interviewer? Elaborate miss.

A devilish smile appears. She licks her lips. She pauses for a moment, contemplating her next choice of words.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why now? What prompted your return to Sin City Wrestling?

Burke: Pay attention dear. Very close attention.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes. Of course, Max.

Max slips the Ray Bans from his eyes. He folds them gently, slipping them into his breast pocket. He runs his fingers through his hair. He slides an inch or so closer to Rocky. He leans in towards her again. His voice does not raise, it is still almost a whisper. Cool... unwavering. Max speaks again.

Burke: I’m only here because Sin City Wrestling has asked me to do this. I told you do not waste these precious moments. Dear, once again your questioning is inadequate. Try again.

She laughs, and slides herself even closer to Max. The two are almost touching now. The chess game between them has begun.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why after 3 years have you returned to Sin City Wrestling? Where have you been?

Burke: Deary. This is not working out well for you today. Let’s do this. How about this? Close your eyes. Pucker your lips, and... keep them shut while I educate you here today. You’re struggling, and I can now clearly see that I will be conducting this interview myself.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: *sighs*

Burke: Sssh. It’s ok. Just listen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Go on Mr. Burke.

Burke: There you go. 2 weeks ago, I returned to the squared circle after 3 long years away. Those years ate at the deepest part of my soul. I struggled to find myself outside of those ropes. It is none of your concern of my actual whereabouts. I’ve been everywhere deary. What matters is this. When I stepped between those ropes 2 weeks ago, everything became right in the world. I returned to my home. I returned to where my most splendid memories occurred. Memories such as staring down into the eyes of a withered, and wilted Orchid. The memory of running my fingers through the crimson blood of a fallen, defeated Alex Grayson. His foolish persistence was his downfall. The so-called... self proclaimed “king” perished before me. The memories of taking Andrew Garcia under my wing in Hotstuff Inc. and moulding him into the wrecking machine that he has become today. That’s right Ivan, your boy wasn’t only the star pupil of Casey Williams. He was also the young boy of Hotstuff Inc. Under our tutelage, he became a monster, and I have the utmost respect of the journey he has been on... and will continue upon his return. However, you are not Mr. Garcia. You are not Casey. You are nobody to me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Harsh words, Ma...

Max cuts her off abruptly. Rocky is taken aback. She motions for Max to continue.

Burke: HUSH! Keep those luscious lips of yours sealed if you will Ms. Mountains. I was not finished. Ivan Darrell, this is strictly business. In this business, I am the President, and CEO. Nobody can touch me on the mic. Nobody can hang with me in the ring. Move for move I am the best at what I do. Nobody compares to me. Look at my body of work. Look at what I do in, and outside of that ring. I do not give a damn who I offend. I do what I do, and I do it exceptionally well.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mr. Burke, may I...

Burke: No, you may not. Does this make me a bad person? Look at you. Are you such a good person? Look who your mentor is. He earned that nickname for a reason. Just like Casey, I will continue to do whatever it takes to further myself and Mercedes Vargas in the 2017 Blast For The Past, and beyond.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I...

Burke: I told you to sit there, and listen. It’s okay to look out for number one. Embrace it. Be bold. This is me. You need to make statements each, and every single time you step between those ropes. If you do not... what are you? What have you done? It pains me every so slightly that I have to make this statement this time around. Casey, and I have discussed this in length when I found out Ivan was unfortunately my next victim on this path. Respect is one thing. Respect is earned, and for Ivan he has not had that pleasure as of yet when it comes to me. Come Sunday Ivan, 1 of 2 things will happen. 1. You earn my respect just as your partner, and your mentor have. 2. You do not. If you do not, it will be an unfortunate turn of events for you. Either way Ivan, you are in for a long night of education between those ropes. Do you understand me? I know your mind is not completely focused on Blast For The Past. I know your partner is also not completely focused on Blast For The Past. The 2 of you know you were exceptionally lucky to make it out of the 1st round due to your lack of focus on the tournament. You realise this. You realise that neither of your hearts are 100% in this tournament. Amanda, she has one foot out the door. You... you want vengeance. You want vengeance for your friend, your partner... your husband. We are the last 2 people in this company that you want to lose focus against. We are already winning this mental battle. We will the war in the end. Think to yourself Ivan, just how well do you know your friend... your mentor? Think to yourself Ivan, just how well do you know... your lover? Ask yourself this question. Now that I have returned where do their loyalties lie? How strong is your bond with Casey?  Casey may be your mentor, but he is my friend... my brother in arms. All of these years have past, but who have I kept in touch with when it comes to this crazy game that we call professional wrestling? Ask yourself this. Is Sunday night another lesson? Yes. This lesson is unlike any you have ever encountered child. I will be your professor. Time to prove yourself one more time.

 Friday, November 28th. Max Burke’s hotel room. We find Max sitting on the couch. Sitting next to him is a young man with some Burke characteristics. He has a thin beard, and short brown hair. He has that familiar Burke set of eyes that cut through you.

Max: Tommy. See there?

There it is folks. Confirmation. This is Max Burke’s younger sibling of 2 years, Tommy. He leans ahead to get a closer look at the screen of his laptop. On the screen is a recent match of Tommy’s. The action is fast and furious, with a quick exchange of chain wrestling followed by a dropkick from Tommy.

Tommy: What?

Max: What? You’re rushing. That dropkick was sloppy as shit man.

Tommy huffs at Max under his breath.

Tommy: Hell no, it was not. It was on the damn button.

The signature arrogant smirk flashes on Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree’s face. He shakes his head quickly.

Max: Nope. You grazed him at best. Watch your pacing. Slow down a tad, and it’ll be perfect every single time. You have no excuse not to make that every damn time. You wanted my help. Friggin’ listen already.

Tommy gives his big brother a playful shove.

Tommy: Whatever. Sorry. Just frustrated. You know the pressure.

Max: Yeah, kid. I know. Pops, and the rest of ‘em don’t mess around. You, and I are the new breed of the bloodline. It’s time for you to step up. I’ve got you in the door. Now, it’s time to carry on with what I started.

Tommy: Thanks, by the way. I’m glad you got that call from Dixon. You sure about this color gig?

Max: Yeah. It’s time. Docs say it’s cool to do the one off for SCW at 100, but they don’t want me back on the road fulltime with the neck. Hopefully, it’ll keep the ol’ knife a few years away. I’m magic on that mic. Kenny needs me. Every good play by play guy needs a thorn in his side.

Tommy: Born to do that job. I’m looking forward to that.

Max: Ditto. We’ll give’r one last hurrah in Sin City Wrestling. Lace ‘em up one more time. Nothing like that good ol’ nostalgia kick on a big show. 100 episodes is a huge deal. Not many places survive, let alone thrive... and grow these days. The fact that ASW is a reality is amazing. I’m looking forward to enlightening people with my expertise of this industry. I show them one more time at Climax Control that Max Burke is a different breed, then the real work begins in ASW. You know it ain’t a catchphrase for us. The Burkes... we’re born to wrestle. Bred to win. It’s your time kid.

 It's Friday afternoon, two days away from Climax Control and Max Burke has arrived in Morocco with Duke. Max and Duke have decided to make their way over to Club Theatro to scope out the atmosphere before entering the ring against Guns For Hire. Upon entering Theatro, the uniqueness of this club blasts you in the face straight out of the gate. It is quite impressive to say the least, and will make quite the backdrop for Sin City Wrestling’s first stop on the African tour.

Burke: I cannot believe the amount of disrespect I get each and every time I step into this Sin City Wrestling ring. When a wrestler of my ability steps into that ring... I deserve your respect.
I told you... didn't I? I warned you all that I was bringing a weapon of mass destruction. I dropped hints left and right, but none of you inbred morons could figure it out. I brought him back, and unleashed the beast. We will beat the respect that we deserve out of each and every member of this company until we get what we want... when we want it.

The SCW crew is hard at work, prepping the staging for Climax Control. Max and Duke make their way over to the center of the club to take in the atmosphere. Max makes his way up the ring steps, and steps between the ropes. Duke circles the ring, getting familiar with the environment.

Burke: You see, it's very simple. It's all part of our grand scheme. You're not smart enough to see it yet, but pieces keeping coming together week in, and week out. Everyone is so anxious to find out what is exactly happening with Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Max Burke, Andrew Garcia, Casey Williams, and big bad Duke Ata Tupoi. But, here's the thing. You're just not ready yet folks. You can't even fathom what we have in store for each and every one of you. We are always three steps ahead. We're always going to leave you begging, and pleading for more. When we say you're ready... then, and only then will we truly reveal the full glory of our partnership. As these weeks pass our ranks will grow in numbers. Oh yes, we are not done yet. Not by a long shot. It is time that Sin City Wrestling takes things to a whole other level.

Burke leans against the ropes, testing the spring. Satisfied, he rests against them confidently with a smug look on his face.

Burke: I am surrounding myself with individuals with very specific abilities that enhance everything that we are working towards. Let's look at Blaze Of Glory III. Yes, I had a contract to face off against Landon Axel that evening. However, we had bigger plans for this evening. What better way for us to unveil the return of the freak that is Duke Ata Tupoi than to have him get reacquainted with an old running mate from Atlantic Championship Wrestling? I thought it was brilliant when he suggested paying Landon a visit. You see Duke isn't just a massive, mean brute of a man. Oh no! Quite the contrary actually. Duke Ata Tupoi is the total package. Brains... and brawn my friends. He wanted to make a statement. This was all Duke. He went out there with the showmanship of the tribe, and then absolutely destroyed Landon Axel. My mercenary had Landon Axel stretchered out of the building that night. The big man made his point at Blaze. And, it was clear. Duke is back, and will nuke everything that gets in the way of our objective.

Burke lifts himself up onto the top turnbuckle, and takes a seat. He peers down at Duke, and simply smiles at his most recent addition.

Burke: This week at Climax Control, we step into this ring against not only Landon Axel but also Ethan Brody. The Guns For Hire have been impressive during their tenure here in Sin City Wrestling. They are without a doubt a formidable team when they are at one hundred percent mentally, and physically. We all know that this is clearly not the case coming into this week’s Climax Control. Far from it. These two men have been beaten down over the past couple of weeks. They are wounded. Look at him!

Burke whips the camera around to Duke, who continues to pace around the ring.

Burke: Look at him. That... that is a caged beast. That is a caged beast that at my command will be unleashed. That beast... he can smell fear. That beast... can smell blood. Look at him. Look closely. Look into his eyes. He’s ready. He’s impatient. He’s pissed off. When I unleash him fully at Climax Control... I won’t be able to control him. I’m going to open that cage door, and let him free. He’s going to go after the scraps like a vulture, shredding the Guns until they are a bloody, lifeless carcass in the center of this ring. You thought he made a statement at Blaze Of Glory? Wait until you see what he does this Sunday.

 Blast From The Past II - Quarterfinals are set. Max Burke, and Orchid are coming off a huge win over  “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin and “The Bitch of Hardcore” Jade Manedez-Arcador. Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree, and your hero Max Burke was able to take out his frustration on Jeremiah Hardin by pummeling him from bell to bell up the ramp, and to the back. Orchid proved to be a worthy partner by taking out Jade Manendez-Arcador in impressive fashion.

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Max Burke, the prodigal son of the Burke family legacy has been taking his game to a whole new level since his return to the ring at My Bloody Valentine. The focus, and determination radiates from Max Burke as he continues his journey to the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. Max Burke is still petitioning on a daily basis to get his deserved one on one shot against Giani Di Luca for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Much to his dismay, he has to step aside for the time being as Simon Jones gets his crack at Giani Di Luca. This has outraged Burke as he believes he proved without a shadow of a doubt at My Bloody Valentine that he has the tools to reign supreme in S.C.W. One way he has decided to up his game is by incorporating the talk of the world... DDPYoga. In just two months, Max Burke has realized a gain in strength, flexibility, and his cardio is through the f’n roof! Max Burke’s well oiled machine has turned into a picture of perfection.

DDP: LET’S DO IT! DROP IT INTO PLANK GUYS!



Max drops as instructed, and awaits his mentor’s instructions.

DDP: We’ve got three count push ups. Lower with control, and count it down.

Burke: THREE! TWO! ONE!

DDP: Hold it for three... two... one. Push with control! Bang it out!

Max pushes himself up until his arms are locked and shaking.

Burke: THREE! TWO! ONE!

DDP: And lower into safety zone! Great job guys! Grab some water! You earned it.

Max lowers to his knees, and pauses the DVD. He grabs a towel and wipes his brow. He takes a long haul off his water bottle, and turns to the cameraman that is recording his workout for the Sin City Wrestling website..

Burke: Sin City Wrestling... welcome to my gym. This is my torture on a daily basis, and it’s the best decision I ever made. That man is turning the pedigree into a cyborg. I’ve always been in decent shape... at least I thought I was until I started DDPYoga. This is yoga for real guys.That man on that television is adding years on to my career. You can’t truly appreciate the results until you experience it for yourself, but you’ve damn well scene it on your television screens week in and week out on Sin City Wrestling. I thought my cardio was top notch, until he opened my eyes to what I could become. My gas tank is a million times better thanks to that man. Hell, I could do an hour... probably two in that ring now with ease like the oldtimers used to do. That man is molding me into the true champion that I will become. I will be the most dominant force in the history of this business thanks to that man right there.

Burke unpauses the DVD, and gets back to his feet as instructed.

DDP: Here we go. Ignition. Lock it in guys! It’s all about Dynamic Resistance. Now, it’s time for my favorite move... Diamond Cutter. Let’s light up that lower back. Fingers spread wide. Lean it back.

Burke. BANG!!

DDP: Arms out to a T... and HULK IT OUT!!!!

Burke flexes as his muscle definition pops like never before.

Burke: I’ve got to admit, Blast From The Past II has definitely been full of twists so far. It was my lucky day in the opening round to once again dominate Jeremiah Hardin, and pound out my frustrations on that loser again. I proved once again that he can’t hang with the new and improved Max Burke. My damn knuckles were so sore from indenting them into his skull over and over again. The pain was worth it to hear him breaking under my pressure once again. I think I proved without a shadow of a doubt that Jeremiah Hardin is not on the same level. I showed the entire world that the day that we shall never speak of from this moment on was a complete and utter fluke thanks to the bumbling idiot Cyrus King. While I was busy dishin’ out head trauma to Hardin, my little ninja took care of business advancing us to the next round. Well done, Orchid.

Burke makes his way over to the kitchen. He heads to the fridge, and grabs his Brita jug from the refrigerator. He quickly fills up his water bottle, and places the Brita jug back. Max screws the top back on his water bottle. He tosses the bottle back, and takes another long drink. He wipes his mouth with a towel, and tosses the towel aside.

Burke: The twists kept coming on Monday when I got a text from Mark about the pairings for the quarterfinals. I have to admit, it made my day. Orchid and I will be facing off against Song, and Ben Jordan. How’s that for a twist? I can’t wait to see Sin City Wrestling’s femme fatale ninjas square off for ultimate bragging rights. That’s not the best part of this little matchup though. The reason I am grinning from ear to ear is easy to see even if you’re Stevie Wonder. Two words... Ben Jordan. I finally get my hands on the Cockney King. A lot of people don’t know this, but I’ve had my eye on Mr. Jordan for a LONG time. His little British invasion of MY territory started it all. He came in shaking hands and kissing babies. The Maritimers loved the young man... the flamboyant rookie from across the pond. They loved his charm. They loved his accent. He took the Maritimes by storm like he was the second coming of the friggin’ Beatles. While I was stuck toiling away with the dead weight that was Trevor Irons, and the rest of the Party Horde here was this damn foreigner reaping all the benefits and love from MY fans. Just as I was in the middle of contract negotiations to come home, and expose Ben Jordan... Dixon lost the promotion in a damn card game. Seriously? I’ve been waiting patiently. I’ve been buying my time. I’ve always had this confrontation in the back of my head. I’ve been looking forward to it for a very long time. I may not like his pandering to the fans, but I respect the guy for all he’s accomplished in a very short time. He’s a stud. There’s not denying that. He just needs an attitude adjustment. Hell, can you imagine the two of us on the same side instead of opposing corners? Max Burke, and Ben Jordan... your hero, and your king. Now THAT could be intriguing. Everyone knows that our match this Sunday is going to steal the show. It’s painfully obvious that it’s going to be a royal bitch for Giani and Simon to follow us. Sunday night at Climax Control the two brightest young stars to come along in this business for years square off for the very first time. Sunday night along with Orchid and Song we show the world that the future is bright for Sin City Wrestling... and the future is now. So, Ben Jordan you come to Climax Control with your A game... you’re going to need it. Pound for pound... move for move... we show the world Sunday night that we are the BEST that this business offers.

Max lifts his hand up holding his thumb and index finger slightly apart.

Burke: I look forward to showing you that I’m just THAT much better. You know, and the whole world knows why. Because, my name is Max Burke and I was born to wrestle... and bred to win. It’s in my blood.

 The Fearless Fear Burke

MAX BURKE: Damn, it’s good to be the champ.

That it is. That is a fact that Max Burke cannot deny. Max is definitely enjoying the spoils that come with being a champion. Take today for example. Max Burke and his devious, yet delectable counterpart Ruby are seen relaxing in the breathtaking infinity pool that is attached to their luxury residence at Sugar Beach Resort in St. Lucia. The water in the infinity pool is a stunning blue. As you look out towards the beach the edge of the pool just drops off. Overlooking the beach that stretches for what seems forever, Ruby is scantily clad in a simple black bikini. Her feet dangles over the edge of the pool. Ruby has Max’s undivided attention. Max soaks in every inch of her. Her jet black hair is slick with the water of the pool. Beads of water that dripped down from her hair lay nestled on her pale skin. She playfully splashes some water towards Max with a quick kick. She giggles.

RUBY: I must admit I could get used to this.

Ruby inches towards Max. He pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool next to Ruby. He welcomes her in by placing his arm around her as they take in the sunshine that beams down on them. The vibration of Max’s phone breaks the silence. He picks it up from the side of the pool. Ruby attempts to steal a glance at the screen, but is unsuccessful. She lays her head down on Max. He scans the incoming message quickly before setting the phone back down.

MAX BURKE: Hmm. That’s interesting.

RUBY: What?

MAX BURKE: Text from Mark.

RUBY: And?

MAX BURKE: I’ve got Ramone this week.

RUBY: Really?

MAX BURKE: Yeah. He’s got the next crack.

RUBY: Really?

MAX BURKE: Indeed.

RUBY: That’s interesting indeed.

MAX BURKE: I know eh? That’s fine. They can keep lining up these so-called legends. I am where legends go to die. Steve Ramone has had an impressive career. The fact that he’s not a complete douchebag is a bonus. I have to admit, using the douchebag as a punching bag was becoming boring. I am quite ecstatic that he has ventured over to the darkside that is Goth. I hope Goth buries him six feet under once he’s done with him.

RUBY: I may actually miss our puppets. It was lovely to get deep within the confines of their minds, and have them react to every tug of the string.

MAX BURKE: You are 100% right. We had a knack of getting under Kain and Ariel’s skin. This is why we came out on top. We are cold, calculated killers. We keep our focus like we have, and we will be unstoppable.

RUBY: What about Mr. Green?

MAX BURKE: I apologize for not making you aware of that. Don’t fret my dear. Business as usual. Mr. Green needed a reality check. I was asked to provide said reality check. My checks have been quite impressive lately. Mark asked a favor, and I agreed to provide assistance. Drake needs to realize when to tow the company line. He needs to realize that with the power comes the spoils.

Ruby looks at everything around her, taking it all in. She nods and smiles at Max, and sets her head back down on his shoulder. He kisses the top of her head. She looks up at him and smiles.

RUBY: So true.

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Friday, September 20th. It’s early evening, and the beaches of St. Lucia are scatter with tourists and locals alike enjoying the calm of this beautiful locale. There is one person who is not relaxing. “Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree” is on the beach for another reason. Max Burke is a stickler for his cardio. He will not lose a match for simply running out of steam. That is not in his vocabulary. Max Burke is a specimen in this industry. It’s known in the locker rooms around the world that Max Burke is a cardio machine. Few can match Max Burke’s conditioning, and that is an x factor that gives Max Burke a definitely mental edge over his opponents. One of Max’s key workouts is running on beaches. You have to exert yourself that much more when running in sand. It takes your cardio to a whole other level. Max comes to a stop after a long stretch of his run. He unsnaps his bottle of water from his belt, and takes a long sip from it. He wipes his mouth, and then runs his fingers through his hair. The sweat drips from the ends, and lands on his shoulders and back.

MAX BURKE: Steve Ramone. You call yourself the “fearless one”. Cute nickname bub.

Max takes the bottle of water, and pours some out into his hair. He shakes his head, and flips his hair back. He hauls a black and white bandana from his shorts pocket, tying it around his head in a headband style to keep his hair from his face. He pours more water over his head cooling himself off.

MAX BURKE: You have an impressive resume. I do have to question someone who hangs on to their past accomplishments with a death grip.

Max begins to walk towards the water’s edge. The sand sinks under his weight, leaving a trail of footprints behind him. The sun is slowly setting.

MAX BURKE: Live in the present. Live in the now Steve. You can shine up your little GWA trophies all you want Steve. Let me be the first to congratulate on all that you have accomplished in your “impressive” career thus far. But, heed my words. Remember, what I’m about to tell you Ramone. Listen very closely. This is very, very important.

A smile slowly crosses the face of Max Burke as he looks out at the calm, crystal clear ocean. No matter how much of a badass you are, you cannot deny the beauty of mother nature... especially in a place like St. Lucia. Speaking of beauty, Ruby comes into view, and she sneaks up behind Max. She wraps her arms around him tightly. He does not seem surprised at all. He knows her touch, and the warmth of her skin against his. Ruby leans in and gives him a peck on the shoulder. He brings her around in front of him so that she can get a better view of the ocean. He pulls in her close, and wraps his arms around her in an embrace from behind. She breathes in deeply as she feels the powerful, yet gentle embrace of the man that is all hers. She feels safe in the arms of the man that is really her polar opposite. What they say is true... opposites do attract. They are the prime example. But, they are a deadly combination in all that they do.

MAX BURKE: Steve, you are in Sin City Wrestling now. This is not the AWA. This is not the GWA. This is definitely not Atlantic Championship Wrestling. This is Sin City Wrestling, the home of the finest talent in the world today. As “impressive” as your accomplishments have been, you are now stepping into the ring with “Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree”. There is no one as impressive as the Burkes. The fearless fear Burke. You pulled out a fluke last week against “The Freight Train Of Pain” Casey Williams. He should have broken you in half. He almost did that. That was simply a lucky shot. You will not be as lucky this week. I do not lose focus for a second when I step between the ropes and into the squared circle of Sin City Wrestling. Just like Kain, your time has passed my friend. My name is Max Burke. I am the present, and future of this industry. I am the now. You need to get that through your thick skull. You don’t have what it takes Ramone. I know it’s true. You know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true. Face the facts. You do not deserve this shot. I still don’t know how you even got this shot. You are not worthy of a shot at MY Roulette Championship. This is your second match in Sin City Wrestling. You only have this shot because you scored the upset of the damn century. Just like Drake Green... it’s time for your reality check. You’re stepping into the ring with Max Burke. I was born to wrestle. I was bred to win.