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Supercard Archives / Re: SENOR VINNIE v MAX BURKE - BLINDFOLD MATCH
« on: July 08, 2022, 09:41:55 PM »
We’re sailing away onboard the Sun Princess Cruise this week on our way to SCW Summer XXXTreme X. It’s been a crazy few days hanging out with Aron, Fenris, Ben and every single person who’s been brave or foolish enough to sit at our table. Single favorite moment is without question the great Karen block of 2022 by Fenris. Some people have just zero social skills. You shot yourself in the foot lady. Your persistence was impressive though, but there was no way you were winning that war.

Max: SCW Summer XXXTreme X, Senor Vinnie and I will be embracing the darkness this Sunday LIVE on board the Sun Princess Cruise. I thought what better place to venture to contemplate what I’ll need to do then sneak off to the depths of the ship.

We’re deep down on the lower decks of the ship in the engine room. It’s a symphony of mechanical noises powering our vessel. But there’s not a soul to be seen, and that’s just what I needed.

Max: I’ve ventured to the belly of this beast that we are riding this week. It’s  all fun and games leading up to Summer XXXTreme X. It’s always fun to cut loose with your colleagues. It’s also important to sneak off in moments like this to mentally prepare for what you have to do when that bell rings. The key for the blindfold match will be to tap into all of our senses other than our eyesight. We will need to tap into our wrestling pedigrees, all of those years of education that we’ve built throughout our careers. It’s all about trusting your instincts. It’s moments like this that I’m very happy that I grew up lost in the pages of my favourite comics in my younger years. One of my all time favourites is the journey of a young man from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. It’s a tale that is filled with tragedy and how the world around you can collapse in a second. There really is no better tape study than to dive back into the story of The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. When he lost his sight at a young age, he learned to adapt and tap into his heightened senses. Matt embraced the darkness, and used it as a weapon against his foes. Sunday night, I embrace the darkness. When I get a hold of a limb on Sunday night the goal is simple... snap it. I want to hear it pop. I want to feel the tendons ripping from your bones. I plan on tapping into all of those senses to experience all of your crippling agony. Vinnie for your part in what happened to Fenris, here comes that first pound of flesh.

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Supercard Archives / Re: SENOR VINNIE v MAX BURKE - BLINDFOLD MATCH
« on: July 02, 2022, 10:15:27 PM »
What a night. A not so mysterious note was delivered. It was simple. Directions, and not much else. I had a hunch, and it turned out to be exactly who I expected.  Our host was none other than Ben Jordan. What I truly couldn’t predict was where this conversation was going to go. Ben opened up, and bared his soul to myself, Aron and Fenris. I knew he was in a bad way. I tried. We all did. Ben made it very clear with his radio silence that he did want to be disturbed. I kept trying. I got creative, but I kept striking out. I finally could exhale when he stepped into the doorway of the pub. My friend was still with us. That’s all that mattered.

Max: Hey. Time for an intermission refreshment. Take a seat.

Ben obliges, and flops down on the leather couch next to me. It’s been a great night. A couple hours away from everything that goes with the job. The private room was a nice touch. It’s not often we can just let the guard down. You’re always on when you’re out in public. We all needed this tonight.

Max: Cheers brother.

Ben: Cheers mate. Thanks for coming.

Max: Listen, you know I’ll always be here. I’m always a phone call or text away. You need to cut the shit though. The radio silence was bullshit. We’ve already had this conversation before. Last thing I expected was for it to happen again. My door is always open to you brother. You don’t have to do this on your own. Ever. I’m happy you're back. At least this way I can keep a closer eye on you.

Ben: I know it was a shit move. I’m sorry. How are you holding up?

That’s a loaded question, but Ben knew that. Let’s knock this one back first. Annnnnnd... a refill.

Max: We’re quite the ragged bunch right now eh? I’ll be honest. I’ve been feeling it brother. I just can’t seem to get on a consistent run. I’ve been droppin’ the ball when it counts. It’s been getting to me. The scary truth has been creeping in. I know you had a lot of plans, but I just don’t know man. The ol’ hands of time might be telling me something right now.

Ben: Chin up. Look at the competition you have been facing. Night after night former and current world champions. Your schedule is nothing to scoff at. You’ve been facing some killers lately. You’ve been right there with all of them until the end.

Ben’s right, but it doesn’t change the results.

Max: The L’s are racking up. The damage is racking up. Knox just choked me out. I just don’t know. I’m evaluating things right now.

Fenris: Over here being sore losers?

Ben: I think we got hoodwinked Max. I do believe those two hustlers are quite the pool sharks.

They did whoop our arses in pretty much a landslide victory.

Max: I definitely think we got swindled. Congratulations on adding to your worker’s compensation fund this evening. But seriously, I’m just over here licking my wounds with the sweet sweet added flavor of this fine whiskey that Ben has purchased for us this evening. Top you up?

Fenris: Of course. Don’t mind if I do.

Ben: The match with Raven was brutal. When they said shock collar my skin crawled. That must not have been sunshine and rainbows.

Max: It didn’t tickle. Enough with all of that shit though. I need to focus on Vinnie. Can I say I’m not shocked that Christian made it a blindfold match? He took the easy layup. It’s a first for me. 

Aron takes a seat on the couch next to his brother, as I slide the bottle down the table to him.

Fenris: All you’ve got to do is get a hold of him. Open up that catalogue of submissions you have, and dust off some extra excruciating ones for me.

Ben: We all knew one of us would be in this match. It’s Christian after all. You just happen to be the lucky winner. He nailed the strategy. You both won’t be able to see shit. Get a hold of him, and go to work. Tonight, we relax. Enough work talk.

Max:  Agreed. Cheers boys.

Aron: Cheers Max. Thank you for everything you’ve been doing.



That was a fun night. We all got a lot off our chests. I think it was needed for sure. We’ve all been through the ringer mentally, physically and emotionally lately. Now I have to focus, and mentally prepare for one of the most difficult matches you can be booked in. Leading up to this match, I’m going to bust my ass like I’ve never busted it before to put myself in the best situation to perform at my peak one more time.

Max: Hello there. At Summer XXXTreme X  I’m participating in one of the most unique matches of my career. Senor Vinnie and I are going to have hoods placed over our heads engulfing us in complete darkness. The last several weeks have been taxing. I’ve already been diving into the darkness day after day. I’ve been asking myself the same questions that I’ve been hearing for weeks on end. Does Max still have what it takes to compete in Sin City Wrestling? How much longer can the knee hold up? Week after week I’m stepping into that squared circle with the best that this company has to offer. I had yet  another crack at becoming world champion. I failed yet again. So yeah, I’ve been engulfed in the darkness of my own doubt for fuckin’ weeks. I’ve come to the conclusion that my time in the game may be coming to an end. Every morning, it’s a struggle to pull myself out of my bed from the pain in my back and knees. Big shocker right? The guy with the surgeries has daily pain. That pain can truly play mind games with your motivation to continue to dedicate the time needed to strive at doing what you have dedicated your entire life to. I truly believe the darkness of the blindfold will be an eye opening experience. Thanks to you and Bea, Fenris has felt that same darkness. I’m going to welcome this darkness. I’m going to tap into every time that I’ve bled on this canvas learning throughout my career. I’m going to wrap these knees one more time, I’m going to lace up the boots nice and tight. Trust me when I tell you this Vinnie. We’re not going to Summer XXXTreme X for a match. I’m going to kick your ass from pillar to post. Hell, maybe I’ll take a limb home as a trophy to give to Fenris. We’re going to beat the piss out of each other. Everybody knows that. Rest assured it’s a very good thing we’re going to be on the ship. You’re going to need to relax after what we do to each other. I have fond memories of stuffing Kain in a body bag on board the ship, and winning the Roulette championship. Time to put on a violent spectacle one more time. I’ll see you soon Vinnie.




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Climax Control Archives / Opportunity
« on: June 24, 2022, 11:01:05 PM »
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.



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.





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Climax Control Archives / vs Alexander Raven
« on: June 10, 2022, 10:41:46 PM »
Friday Morning
Mojave Coffee And Records
Phoenix, Arizona

From the ashes of Revolver Records Mojave Coffee And Records was born. I spent way too much at Revolver Records over the years. When I have a reason to be here in Phoenix, a visit with the old Revolver crew is always a must. This is the vinyl lover’s little retreat. Excellent selection of wax on the table, and for sale and some of the best damn coffee you’ll find in Phoenix. I love this little gem.

Max: SUMMER XXXTREME X Ultimate X for the Roulette Championship. To get there, I need to get past Alexander Raven. He has his back against the wall. That’s a dangerous factor in this match. I’m well aware just how dangerous someone can be that has everything to prove, and feel like they have nothing to lose. Mr. Raven I’m well aware of who you are. Your win loss record here in Sin City Wrestling doesn’t deceive me. I saw what Goth did. Two weeks ago, Goth let you taste your own balls, and gave you a dirt nap to chalk up yet another loss here in Sin City Wrestling.

The warmth of the mug warms my hands, and the aroma warms my soul.

Max: You’re a man with desperation pulsing through you right now. You’re a man with a desire to radically correct your career trajectory. Frustration is a real thing, and you can’t deny you’re feeling it Alexander. That’s where I’m confused. Why is this match happening? Goth made a pretty definitive point. I’m trying to figure out the logic as to why you’re here standing across the ring from me in this qualifying match? You’re 1-7 this year. Two weeks ago, I put “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart, the former Roulette Champion, to sleep. Out cold. It was so satisfying to hear his breath leaving his body. As I felt his struggle diminish under the pressure, I locked eyes with Bea and let her watch him slip away into the recesses of his mind. I made my statement. It was a gentle foreshadowing of what’s to come for the Barnharts, and Vinnie. I’ve been in the gym with Fenris, and he’s still out working everyone in there. He’s a freak, and there is no talking to him. I really wouldn’t want to be the one who did this to him. Now, with a victory over Barnhart, I figured I’d be a lock for the Ultimate X Roulette Championship match. But, that was not the case. Raven, you love to prophesize yet you’ve proven over and over how accurate your statements tend to be. This Sunday we’re going to battle it out for another shot at the Roulette Championship. Remember what you saw on the monitor backstage before your Buried Alive match, Remember the look in the Bulldog’s eyes as he went to sleep. Remember the cold of the dirt as you looked up at Goth watching yet another victory slip through your hands. This Sunday another one slips through your fingers.

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Climax Control Archives / Repercussions
« on: May 27, 2022, 09:22:11 PM »
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.





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.



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Moustakas Toys
Athens, Greece
Early Wednesday afternoon

Max: Welcome back to the vlog! It’s another beautiful day on the Greece Lightning tour. This afternoon, I’m on my way for an Into The Void 11 meet and greet at Moustakas Toys. A lot have pointed out my change of heart recently. You’re not wrong. You’re not quite right either. Days like today are a big reason why I’m not the same ol’ cantankerous Max that you’ve grown to know and love to hate. What can I say? You all see it. Libby has her uncle Max wrapped around her finger. Hi Libby. Miss you. Yes, it’s been years since I’ve shown an appreciation for our Sin City Wrestling fans. Libby’s made me realise that I don’t want to be an asshole 24/7.

Well it doesn’t look like I’m going to even make it to the store. That’s an impressive line. I know I’m not the only one booked for this thing, but I’m pretty sure they are here for me. Right? I’m not early either. There’s plenty of time to toy hunt.

Young fan: Hi Max!

Max: Hey little man! Nice to meet you. What’s your name?

Young fan: Nikos.

The excitement in his eyes is infectious. You can tell Nikos is stoked to see us. This is what I’m talking about. How can you not want this reaction? It’s nice to not have to look over your shoulder all of the time. What can I say I was a real prick back in the day.

Max: Hello Nikos. I just want to tell you how much I’ve fallen in love with Athens. I’m just a little jealous that you get to live here. Are you excited for the show?

Nikos: Yes! My whole family is going. It’s my first time going to live wrestling.

Max: Fun! You are going to have such a great time. Love your shirt by the way. Did you design it yourself?

Nikos: My sisters and I made it.

It’s impressive I’ve got to admit. This thing is jam packed with screen prints of the wrestlers’ logos. They did a fantastic job.

Max: Let’s add your first autograph by mine. How’s that sound, Nikos?

Nikos: Thank you Max!

Max: You’re welcome buddy. I’ve got to run, and get ready for the meet and greet. I’ll see you inside ok? And I’ll be looking for you and the family on Sunday night. You never forget your first live show. You are going to have a blast.

A quick fist bump and a selfie, and I’m on my way inside Moustakas Toys..

Max: I’m about to be Charlie entering the Wonka Factory. I love exploring toy stores around the world. Embrace your childhood, there’s not a thing wrong with that at all. Nikos, and that excitement is a huge reason as to why I’ve decided to finally enjoy myself, and not be a miserable prick. I’m too old for this nonsense anymore. I’m smelling the roses right now, and enjoying every minute of it.



Temple of Hephaestus
Athens, Greece
Sunset on Friday evening

Yep, this is what I love to do. What a lot of us on this tour love to do. I’m not going to just pingpong from my room to the hotel gym when we are in Greece. Sorry not happening. This evening I’m on my way to the Temple of Hephaestus on top of Agoraios Kolonos hill. The temple was built in honor of the God of Fire and Athena.

Max: Oh Finn, you really are a walking stereotype. For the resume that you have you really have no need to be so hostile. I could almost see the steam coming out of your ears. You wanted to question my passion? Why am I doing this? What’s my motivation? You question my fire? I’ll show you that fire that you’re both looking from me. Just like the God of Fire, here at the Temple of Hephaestus I am planning to introduce you to my blacksmith hammers. I’ve got years swinging ‘em, and they’re very effective. This Sunday night, I’m going to show both of you just exactly what I bring to the table. I’m going to show each of you just how seriously I still take this. I’m going to show you that I still pack a hell of a punch.

The sun is almost set, and the shadows are cast from the pillars of the temple. You’re a moron if you’re not out here enjoying what every destination on this tour has to offer. I didn’t think Athens could top our other spots that we’ve visited so far. Oh how wrong I was. I’m too much of a nerd to ignore the lore of Athens. It engulfs you. 

Max: Listen to me carefully kid. Just because I haven’t been one to chase titles, individuals such as yourself always question my abilities. Did I only hold the Roulette Championship once for a couple months? Yep. Congratulations you’ve been on our website. Good for you.  Each one of us has different reasons for competing. Championship glory is fun to chase. Is it my motivation? No, it is not. Did I take an opportunity when it was presented? You’re damn straight I did. Did I capitalise on it? Of course I did. You two can run down my level of competition, or my results when I squared off against Mac and Austin all you want. Fair play. The fact of the matter is this, and a fact you are oh so conveniently leaving out is the fact that Miles, Todd, Jaycee... they were all looking up at me at the end of the night throughout the Blast From The Past. Where were you? Right. Watching the monitors in the back while Myra and I showed our desire, and motivation. We were the ones standing in the ring for the finals this year. Rah rah Finn.
 
Enthusiastic enough for you?

Max: Have I returned with a different view of the world? No shit. A worldwide pandemic, and physical therapy will do that to a fella. I’ve learned over the years that being all wound up, and angry all the time is bad for a person’s health. That shit can give you an ulcer. Hell, I’m an uncle now. That little lady did make my heart grow like the Grinch when she showed up. So yeah, I’m not full of piss and vinegar like I used to be. Does that make me less of a threat? You’d be foolish to assume that like you two obviously have. The two of you are in for an unfortunate turn of events come Sunday night. If you honestly don’t believe that I can tap into that dark side anymore, you are sadly mistaken. The 3 of us have all been around the block. At Into The Void 11, it’s quite obvious that you 2 have your unfinished business. Maybe number 14 will be the charm for you two? Or, what is more likely to happen as I’ve always been a fan of seizing the moment is that while you two are laser focused on each other, I’ll do what I’ve done over and over again. Seize the moment, and give the canvas a permanent imprint of your skull with a Nail In The Coffin. Ask Todd. Ask Miles. Ask Jaycee. You’re not getting up. Simple as that. You will be looking up at the lights at the end of the night. You will see the Roulette Championship glistening under those lights. You will be looking up at your new Roulette Champion, Max Burke. I don’t care if it’s Bill laying at my feet, or you Finn. That is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is you will not be walking out with that title over your shoulder come Sunday. I will. Embrace it.





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*Ben and Fenris used with permission*



Monday, April 25th
Rhodes, Greece
Max’s balcony

You did it. Way to bounce back. God damn this coffee is delicious. They have great coffee in Greece. I breathe in the familiar salt breeze from the water welcoming me every morning from my balcony.

Max: Back with another V-Log. We really should come up with a name for this thing since we’ve been at it for a few weeks. Leave your comments below, and I’ll pick a winner, and send you some merch of course. There is nothing more refreshing. I’m an east coast boy that grew up on the ocean. Coffee plus the ocean breeze is all I need to get me through the daily grind. What a night.  Last evening April 24th in Rhodes, Greece at the Diagoras Stadium I kept my promise. I walked into the stadium, stepped between those ropes and walked out with my spot locked in for Athens at Into The Void.

Man, am I happy that I pulled that one out. When that roulette wheel came to a stop on the Ultimate X, you bet your ass I was nervous. For starters, I hate heights. Always have, always will. Heights come with the territory though. You just have to keep your focus on the task at hand, and get the damn job done.

Max: I definitely needed this win. No doubt about it.  I stepped into that ring against Miles Kasey and Agostino Romano to secure my spot on the card at this year’s Into The Void 11. When the wheel stopped, it definitely put a smile on my face. Ultimate X over a damn pool. Not what I was expecting, but that’s the beauty of the Roulette division. You’ve got to adapt. That’s exactly what I did. I’ve been in my fair share of ladder matches over the years. I used that knowledge, and all of the tape I’ve studied on the Ultimate X match to throw together a game plan before the bell rang to the best of my ability. I got the job done, and ripped the X out of the sky and claimed my opportunity. It’s always a good day at the office when you can stay dry when water is the stipulation.

It was a great day at the office yesterday. Time for a refill. I’m going to be wired today.It’s a perfect morning for a run before my flight. Definitely need to knock that out before I take off. It’s too damn nice not to get out there. I’m taking advantage of every second I have here.

Max: At Into the Void I challenge for the Roulette championship with the opportunity to become just the 11th 2 time Roulette champion. It’s not lost on me that it potentially puts me in great company. Coming up in Lesbos, “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart gets his rematch, and his opportunity to get the championship back. Bill is pissed. Can’t say I blame him. That match was all kinds of insanity. The 12 Labours of Hercules was at another level.  Finn pulled out the win, bringing Bill’s 6 month reign to a crashing halt.

That sun is amazing. What a day. I’m going to be sad when this tour ends.

Max: Coming up in Lesbos, Finn Whelan defends his newly won Roulette Championship in an immediate rematch with “Bulldog”. I’ve got to admit, I’m not a huge fan of this situation. I’m the number 1 contender. I earned that last night. Bill lost. He could have rested up. Healed those nagging injuries that he’s been hiding. When you go on a run with a championship like Bill has, those little things start sneaking up on you. You push them aside. You convince yourself they’re not that bad. You’re fine. You’ve got a title to defend. You can’t take time off now.

Yep, we’ve all been there.

Max: I know the feeling all too well. So, what you do you push through. You bury it all. You bury it until you can’t hide it anymore. You hide it until you’re exposed. The 12 Labours Of Hercules exposed it all. Coming up in Lesbos is your chance to make things right. On any given night you can lose. When you’re competing in Sin City Wrestling, you are facing the best and the brightest that this business has to offer. You ran into Finn Whelan, and Finn had your number that night. He took your title. You’ve got the 2nd longest reign in the history of the division. It’s damn impressive. I’ll give you that Bill. I’m well aware of how hard that is.

He had a good run. I’ll give Barnhart that.

Max: Am I happy that this match is happening? Of course not, but Bill earned the rematch. It’s part of the game. I’ll be there in Lesbos scouting Finn and Bill. I’ve been watching my tape. As great as it is to have access to everything we need via YouTube and through the SCW website, there is no better way to scout an opponent then live and in person. Up close and personal. I’ll guarantee you this. You’ll both know that I’m watching. I plan on being in the front row this week.

No way I’d miss it. I’ve been scouting Bill since the Blast.

Max: Best of luck gentlemen. I’ll be waiting for you. See you in Athens. I think I’ll wrap this up here. Time to squeeze in a run at the beach before my flight leaves this afternoon. Thanks for watching. Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and hit that notification bell. I’ll see you next time.




Sunday, May 1st
Lesbos, Greece
Post Climax Control 330

The main event is over. No clear winner. Finn and Bill managed to compete to a draw in a tables match of all matches. Both champion and challenger crashed through the table at the exact same time to bring the championship rematch to an unfulfilling end. That’s where the story took a dramatic twist. You would think, as I was thinking at ringside while enjoying my adult beverage that Finn Whelan retained, that I’d be challenging him at Into The Void 11 as originally planned. “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart was the challenger. When you are the challenger, you have to beat the champion. That’s the whole point of the champion’s advantage. Since they both went through the table, Bill did not successfully defeat the champion. That’s 2 in a row against Finn Whelan that Bill couldn’t get the job done. I have to admit when Christian Underwood came out it wasn’t good. It wasn’t.

Max: What the actual fuck just happened out there!?

I’ll be honest with you. I’m fit to be tied right now as my Gram used to spout at me at least once a week growing up. She put up with way too much with the foolishness she had to deal with when it came to the Burkes. But yeah, I knew when Christian marched out there that Athens was about to change for me in a huge way. I was just waiting for him to fuckin’ say it. And that’s when my beverage went flying. Bill was added to Into The Void 11, and he was added to my Roulette Championship opportunity making it 2 straight triple threats for this guy right here. It’s bullshit, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I;m on a rampage right

Fenris: Oh boo fucking hoo! Poor Max. I have to share a championship match.

Ben: ...

Ben always chooses his words wisely. I can see him working overtime in his head right now. He’s just waiting for the calm in the storm that’s brewing. He knows my fuse, and he knows exactly what’s happening right now. Just stand back, and stay out of the way.

Max: Hey! This is...

Fenris: Hey nothing. At least you’re getting one. You are so full of shit. Get your head out of your ass.

Ben: What I think he’s trying to say is yeah it’s bollocks, but you still got the shot. Hell, it’s how you got the shot. It’s how you won the GRIME championship. Suck it up, cupcake, and focus. You got this.

There is never any sugarcoating when it comes to professional wrestlers. We’re going to shoot straight with you every time. Well, as long you’re not politicking you will. I know with Ben that I never have to worry about that scenario... ever. I’ve known this man for far too long to get anything but the brutal truth. Fenris, I’m just getting to know you, but I know why Ben wanted us to get together. We’re cut from the same cloth. The 3 of us are professionals that have dealt with it all over the years. We’ve seen it all. We’re no strangers to adjusting on the fly with little to no notice. There have been plenty of wrenches thrown our way during our careers in this industry.

Max: Yeah, I know. I’m just saying...

Fenris: You’re just saying nothing. You’ve got 2 weeks to get your head out of your ass, and show them what Christian just did means jack shit. You’ve got 2 weeks to get ready for the biggest of your life.

Ben: In 2 weeks mate you’re going to do what you did 2 years ago. You’re going to go in there, and remind them just who the fuck Max Burke is. You are going to do what you do best. You’re going to scrap with Finn Whelan and “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart.

Max: Yeah, I am! I’m strapping that belt around my waist for a 2nd time. You’re right though. This is where I’m at my best. I showed that last week. I’ll show it again in Athens. I don’t care what the wheel lands on.

Fenris: My job is done here.

Ben: Mr. Motivation, the one and only... Fenris.

And off he goes. He’s not totally wrong though. They snapped me out of it, after I had my little hissy fit.

Max: Seriously though, thanks. Just the shock of it all. I did not see this scenario coming. Name me another draw in a tables match. I dare ya. Pint on me if you can.

Ben: Mate we both know it’s your turn next time out. Nice try. I can’t off the top of my head.

Max: It is what it is. It wasn’t going to be easy at Into The Void, and you’re right, I do some of my best work in this damn division and I defended the Nightmare championship in these types of situations plenty. It’s nothing new for me.

Ben: You’re welcome brother. This changes nothing. You’re going to  Athens. You’re challenging for the Roulette Championship.You get the opportunity to join a pretty exclusive little club. Not many get to be a 2 time champ.

Max: Thanks brother. Time to get back to work. I’m taking this home in 2 weeks.



Saturday, May 7th
Athens, Greece
Private Tour



Max: Tolis, thank you for the adventure today my friend. You’re an excellent host and guide.

Tolis: Thank you Mr. Burke. You’re an excellent guest. Welcome to the Temple of Olympian Zeus. It was built in 131 AD in honor of Zeus.

Tolis really is the best tour guide I’ve ever had. This is worth every penny.

Max: Can I have a minute to soak it all in. Not often you can say you are dead center in the lore of Zeus and Olympia.

Tolis: Take your time, Mr. Burke.

Can’t get much better of a backdrop than the temple of a god to cut promo eh?

Max: Welcome to Athens. Behind me is a temple that was built to honor the god Zeus. If you ever get a chance to visit Athens, splurge and get the private tour. Tolis back there is top shelf. He knows his stuff.

Time to get down to business.

Max: Next Sunday, Into The Void 11 at Ano Liosia Olympic Sports Hall here in picturesque Athens, Greece I step into the ring with the current reigning, and defending Roulette Champion Finn Whelan and the former champion “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart in a triple threat championship match. It’s my opportunity to become a 2 time Roulette Champion, and join a list of names that have become synonymous with Sin City Wrestling. Names that include the likes of Goth, J2H, Griffin Hawkins and many more. I’m planning to join the club, and make it an even dozen.

It’s an impressive list of names. It’d be an honor to stick my name on it.

Max: “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart. Let me introduce myself to you as we haven’t had the pleasure of exchanging pleasantries. I was hoping to have that opportunity to do it earlier this year during the 10th Blast From The Past Tournament, but you ended up bowing out a lot earlier than even I expected. I really expected yourself and Masque to do much better than you did. I thought for sure I’d see you in the tournament, and I’d get to properly introduce myself to you. Took a little longer than expected, and the circumstances have definitely changed for both of us. But, here we are. I’m still befuddled with how we got here, but it is what it is. You’ve managed to weasel yourself into my match against the man you haven’t able to defeat, the current reigning and defending Roulette Champion Finn Whelan. I am the number 1 contender. I earned that distinction with a definitive victory in the Ultimate X against Miles Kasey, and Agostino Romano. I earned my way here. You didn’t get the job done twice against Finn, but you’re still here by fluke, and brash decisions by management that were not thought through in the slightest. Christian had no reason to make his way out after your match. You didn’t win. You didn’t put Finn through the table cleanly per the stipulations of the results of the roulette wheel. Finn retained his championship because of the outcome of your match as it should have been.

Okay, yes I’m a bit fired up.

Max: This is bullshit, and everyone knows it. You don’t deserve to be in this match. You’ve had 2 chances to defeat Finn and it hasn’t happened. Go rack up a few wins, and work your way back to your title opportunities like everyone else has to. There was no need for you to be inserted into my championship opportunity. Yes, I’m pissed off about it. Yes, I’m going to take it out on both you and Finn when we step between the ropes at Into The Void 11. I don’t give a shit where the wheel lands next Sunday. No matter what the wheel decides for our fate, I will use it to unleash punishment unlike anything you’ve encountered.

I can feel my heart pounding through my chest. I glance down, and I catch a glimpse of my knuckles, white as snow, as I involuntarily clench my fist tightly. I cherish this feeling. I love this feeling. It’s almost time to unleash this feeling. There is nothing I love more than dishing it out, and receiving it back as good as I dish it out with whoever I tangle with when it’s time to put it all on the line on the biggest stages.

Max: Next Sunday, I’m heading to Into The Void 11 with 1 goal, and 1 goal only in mind. I’ve noticed since I’ve returned to Sin City Wrestling that there appears to be a serious lack of knowledge, and respect attached to my name. I’m pretty fed up with it. Next Sunday my intent is violent. My intent is to beat the ever living shit out of both of these individuals. I’ve come to realise that this is the only way to truly correct the course. I need to dip into a place that I haven’t had to visit in a minute.

Flashes of past works of violent art dance in my head as I take the journey to the place that truly satisfies my urges.

Max: Gentlemen, we are going to dance at Into The Void 11. I’m going to dip so far into my toolbox of pro wrestling you will quickly come to the bitter realisation that you’re in there with an architect that is years ahead of you. You won’t be able to fathom just how screwed you are until it is too late. You’re the apprentice. Into The Void 11 is going to be a master class in professional wrestling violence at its highest calibre.  2 years ago at Into The Void 9 I became the World Nightmare Champion by competing in 2 matches, and taking on both of the Monstimals Lord Raab, and that big goof Samuel MacPherson. On that night, they learned exactly what I was capable of inside this squared circle. At Into The Void 11, I’m going to become a champion again. I’m going to become a 2 time Roulette Champion. I’m going to remind everyone just who the fuck Max Burke is.



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Climax Control Archives / Spin The Wheel - vs Kasey and Romano
« on: April 22, 2022, 11:21:55 PM »
*Ben Jordan used with his permission*

Thursday, April 21st
Rhodes, Greece
Rhodes Town, Hippocrates Square
Noon local time

It seems like every professional wrestler these days has a vlog. I never thought I’d see the day that I would take the time to put in the effort for one of these things, but here we are.

Max: Hi folks. Be gentle on me, I haven’t done one of these videos in quite some time. But, when I decided to come back to Sin City Wrestling this time around I knew I wanted to document it. I wanted to document it for myself. Hell, I’m not getting any younger, and I should have been doing this for years. I’ve forgotten more than I care to think about. So many memories lost over the years. Not this time. I’ve been journaling a lot since I’ve started this little comeback. When the bosses announced this tour, I knew I wanted to capture as much as I can. Might as well share it with more than just my family right?  This loop has been absolutely mesmerizing. Greece is hard to describe in all honesty. Every stop has been filled with breathtaking architecture and landscapes. If you have the opportunity to ever travel to Greece, I can’t recommend it enough.

This is fuckin’ stunning I tell ya. This trip just keeps blowing my mind every day. This trip really is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I just wish we had more time at every stop. There’s just too much to explore. You can’t see it all in a couple of days. Oh well, if that isn’t reason enough to change that once in a lifetime statement I don’t know what is.

Max: I’m glad the sightseeing, and nightlife has been top shelf this trip. As far as last time out goes, Austin James Mercer came in, and got the damn job done. Austin showed why he is a former World Heavyweight, Internet and Mixed Tag Team Champion. I’ve got nothing but respect for that man. He is one tough son of a bitch. The man’s perseverance through everything I hit him with was impressive as hell.

Don’t get me wrong I’m mad as hell. Sometimes you’re the hammer... and sometimes you’re the damn nail. The last couple times I’ve taken those hits, but I’m not done. Not by a long shot. I know I can go with the best in this company.

Max: We beat the hell out of each other in Zante. I threw everything but the kitchen sink at the big hoss, and he managed to survive. I had to ice my knee after the match. You got a hard head Mercer. I don’t think I’ve ever hit that knee strike harder than I did against your skull, and you still were able to somehow able to kick out. I’m sure that stung a tad.

The Palace of the Grand Master of the Knights of Rhodes towers above the square.

Max: This beautiful beast was built in the late 7th century. Drink it all in. This castle has so much history. I feel like I’m coming out of the woods of Nottingham right now. Wow. Where was I? Oh yes, then i felt the infamous Legacy Bomb. That my friends is one hell of a ride that I’d care not to repeat anytime in the very near future. You got a hell of a snap on that Austin, It was a pleasure stepping in there with ya champ. I’ll see you around. You got a future pint on me. And that my friends is Hippocrates Square. Time to grab some lunch, and I’ll be checking in soon. Make sure to like and subscribe. Oh yeah... and ring the bell to get notified if I ever decide to do another one of these.

Now where the hell am I going to eat?



Thursday, April 21st
Rhodes, Greece
Rhodes Town, Hippocrates Square
5:30 PM local time

Max: What about this place?

Need food. Need advice. Only one man for the job. My favorite Cockney King. We’re back in the square, and we’re hangry. Lunch was absolutely delicious. I’m excited to try everything here.

Ben: They all look good to me brother. Let’s do this.
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Max: I eyed this place at lunch, but it was absolutely packed. I knew it must be good with the line it had earlier.

You can’t not sit on the patio in this weather. Nice, and there is nice a corner table. That’ll do.

Max: This work? Thanks for coming out.

Ben: This is brilliant. Saw a few plates out of the corner of my eye. I think we’re in for a damn good meal.

Here comes the waiter. That’s impressive. That was fast. Service will always win me over before the food. If the service sucks it ruins the night for me. We’re off to a solid start.

Max: Cheers. I don’t think we need menus today.

Ben: We don’t?

I have no clue what to order. Ben sure as hell doesn’t. I’m going to keep it simple.

Max: Nope. Can you bring us whatever you recommend? We want to try your best. Couple of pints and a couple of water to start please and thank you.

Ben: Alright then. Works for me. Smart plan sir.

This is going to be good. This is the best way to eat. Let the restaurant show off. You know you’ll get their best when you let them pick.

Max: I’m going to cut to the chase. I need help.

Ben: The hell are you talking about? You just had Mac and Austin back to back. You got nothing to feel like shit about.

Hey now. I don’t feel like shit. I said I needed your help. Well.. do I? Ok maybe a little.

Max: Hold up. I’m good. Seriously. I mean, yeah I’m pissed off. I’m pissed off at myself more than anything. I almost fuckin’ had Mercer beat. You couldn’t get any closer than I did against Mercer. I mean that was like 2.99999 twice. I still don’t know how he did it. So yeah... okay yeah I’m frustrated.

Ben: You said you wanted the best. You didn’t think they would accommodate your request?

Max: Yes, I know. I was clear to Mark. But, this is not the direction I wanted to be headed in this early. Last thing I want is to turn this into a bonafide losing streak. I need to do something to get back on track.

Ben: Are you listening to yourself right now mate? You’ve just been in punch ups with the current and a former World Champ.

Max: Yeah, and the result is the result. I need to turn this ship around fast brother.

Ben: You went toe to toe with them. You gave em as good as they gave em. You were in it right till the very end both times. Don’t you forget about that. You’ve been stepping it up huge. This is the best Max Burke I’ve seen.

Max: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Physically, I feel fuckin’ fantastic. Like I’ve impressed myself. Hell, that’s my best Blast result ever. I don’t know about you but I definitely wasn’t expecting it looking at the field. Myra and i clicked. We both had something to prove. I think we did that even if we did come up short in the end. I’m thrilled with the result overall. Made a new friend to boot.

Ben: You two were brilliant. You can both hold your heads high. You took the champ to his limit. You told Mac a lot had changed from the first time, and I definitely think he knows that. There’s a reason he didn’t say your name either. Face it, you can now add Blast finalist to the resume. Nothing wrong with that.

Max: Thanks buddy. I know we can. I asked for the best like you said. I knew damn well this wasn’t going to be easy. I know how talented this roster is. You cannot take a night off. That’s why I need your help. I want to get in more ring time. If I’m going to break through that wall, I can admit I need help. I need someone to push me on a daily basis, not just on Sundays.  I need to step up my game, and I need to do it fast. I need your help my friend. I need the Cockney King to step in between those ropes, and kick my ass. Please and thank you. I know Fenris will jump at the chance for a good ol’ sparring session. Drinks and post training sessions dinners on me of course. I just need to step up my daily routine if I’m going to see different results in the future. If I want to complete with the upper echelon in Sin City I know I need to get my ass kicked daily to stay on top of my game. It’ll be fun to teach this old dog some new tricks.

Ben: Name the time. I’ll be there. You’ve always had my back. I got yours. You know that. If it means I have to smack some more confidence in you I will.

Max: Thanks brother. Oh! Check out this spread coming. They knew we were serious.

It’s a parade of food. They are not messing around. The wait staff fill our table, and a cart next to us with a wide array of Greek favorites, and the bistro’s top dishes. The bar staff come to the table and set 2 flights of beers in front of us.

Ben: Well now. I’m drooling already. I don’t know where to to even start.

Max: Same. See? I knew what I was doing. I don’t know how we’re going to eat all this, but we’re going to have a blast giving it the old college try. Probably going to regret this later, but it’s going to be a tasty regret. Who are we kidding? We’re not going to regret this at all. Let’s dig in.

Ben: They must have takeaway mate. We’re going to put a serious dent in it though. Trust me on that. And this is a nice start to wash it all down with. Thanks for the invite. We stumbled on a good spot by the looks of it.

Max: You’re damn right we are. Cheers to good brothers.

Ben: Cheers. Cheers to family.

Max: Cheers Kinger. Love ya brother.

You don’t need to see the massacre that is about to happen at this table. Let’s just say there is nothing better than good food, and good friends. I honestly don’t think there will be a scrap of food left for a takeaway by the time we’re done with this. Crazier things have happened though...



Thursday, April 21st
Rhodes, Greece
Outside Diagoras Stadium
8PM Local

I’ve learned to love these evening adventures. I make it a point to head out on my own every spot we visit. I’ve just been taking it all in. These moments I’ve come to learn way too late are all too precious. I’m learning to try to stop and smell the roses. We’re never in a spot long enough to truly appreciate it when we are on the road. These tours are that opportunity to enjoy it to the fullest.

Max: Sometimes you need to simply come home. I love the spontaneity of the Roulette division. It holds a special place deep next to my heart. I thrive on the unknown. I held the GRIME Nightmare championship for 238 days. When you are the Nightmare Champion you know you’re going to be in for a long bloody battle with every defense of the championship.

Flashes of defenses past dance through my mind. I can’t help but smile. Those were some good scraps. Every night was an unexpected twisting road of violence where you never truly knew the end destination.

Max: Holding that championship in Sin City Underground under the GRIME banner was a nightly reminder of what I loved about the Roulette division. With every creation from the minds of the mad scientists of the Nightmare division, I had to find a way to embrace the insanity. I had to find a way no matter how unorthodox it may have been to walk out with the championship securely in my grasp.

I’ve got newly won scars carved in my skin to remind me for the rest of my life. The scars are cherished memories of the battles won and lost. Each one a moment in my career that I can look back on with pride of opponents past. I carry them with honor.

Max: No matter what was thrown in my path I survived and thrived building my confidence with each passing defense. It didn’t matter who stepped in front of me for a shot at my title, I knew I’d leave it all in there no matter how cliché that may sound. It’s the truth. I bled buckets for that championship. I pitied the training staff. The Nightmare division was not the friends of the training or medical staff. We definitely kept them on their toes.

Oh to be a fly on the wall of their conversations. They had to hate us. Nobody deserves what we put them through, I’m confident they were not being paid enough to deal with what they had to deal with in the Nightmare division. We left some of the trainer’s rooms looking like an 80’s slasher flick. Those poor people didn’t deserve any of it

Max: This coming Sunday I’m returning to the Roulette division in a match for an opportunity at the Roulette Championship in Athens on May 15th at Into the Void XI. This is quite the coincidence that the shot is at Into The Void. You see, I’ve got a love hate relationship with that show. Let Uncle Max tell you all a story. I’ve got a complicated past with Into The Void. 2 years ago, I entered the event under the guise of The Destroyer known as Abaddon. 4 men entered the steel cage, but I was the one that walked out as the new GRIME Nightmare Champion by making Lord Raab tap out, and then going on to spike that big bitch Samuel MacPherson’s head into a steel chair. This night was another stop along the way of the greatest run of my career. My actions spoke for themselves as I didn’t back away from a single challenger.

It was quite the rogues gallery I must admit. GRIME was the perfect place to test myself. The monsters that I slayed night after night proved to me that I could still hang with anyone in this business.

Max: I’m telling you I love this shit. The Roulette division opened my eyes to a whole new world of professional wrestling, and it always stayed with me. Having the opportunity to dip my toes back into the wonderland that is the Roulette division has me grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat.

Yep. Can’t wait for Sunday. This will be fun. You never know what the bosses are going to toss on the wheel. Your wildest imaginations are not twisted enough for what they have come up with over the years.

Max: This Sunday, I’m heading into a Triple Threat against Miles Kasey and Agostino Romano. This is my first time stepping into the ring against Romano. Miles and I went at it hard in this year’s Blast From The Past. Miles has unlimited upside. He showed that to me immediately when we squared off. I cannot wait to get back in there with both Miles and Romano under Roulette Rules. Around and around the wheel goes where it stops nobody knows. That’s the thrill of it right? How do you plan for where the wheel lands? The answer is simple. You can’t plan for it. You go out there, and you perform to the best of your ability under the most trying of circumstances. That’s why I love this damn division. You know nothing going into your match. Your fate is secured only moments before the bell rings.

But, let’s be serious, I need this one. I need to get back on track. I need to get back in the win column. I cannot let this opportunity pass me by.

Max: This match on Sunday has a lot riding on it. All 3 of us have hit bumps in the road lately. This match is going to be a bounce back for one of us. This match is for an opportunity at the Roulette Champion at Into The Void XI on May 15th. The question is which one of us is going to have the fortitude to outlast the other 2 and pull out the victory? I’ve been razor close to a different path. I’m proud that I had my best performance in the Blast this year. But listen closely... I know how close I was. I let it slip through my fingers. That’s on me. This Sunday, I’m leaving with my arm raised. Whatever it takes I’m booking my spot for Into The Void XI.

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Climax Control Archives / Back To Work
« on: April 08, 2022, 11:35:35 PM »
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.



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.



10
March 18 2022
Cruising on the CA-14N in California.


This was an excellent idea. It’s a beautiful afternoon. I think someone said it’s going to hit 80 today. I can definitely work with that. Top’s down and the sun is out. Nothing better than an adventure to clear your mind on your way to the biggest night of your life.

Max: Feast your eyes on this ‘68 California Special Mustang Convertible. God, I love having friends with taste in Cali.

I really, really love my friends. Look at this damn car. Candy apple red. Love that color. I can’t believe they let me borrow it for the day. This might be my new dream car. I might have to see how much it will take to take it off their hands? This thing is just too sweet. I need this damn car. I’m going to have to pay up, and I don’t give a fuck. I want this car.

Max: As the Canadian icon Tom Cochrane once sang, life is a highway. I’ve lived by those words since the first time I heard them on the radio back home in New Brunswick when I was just 10 years old.

I couldn’t help it when the memories of my life moments that I have tied with this number 1 hit and one of my favorite songs of all time came flooding back.. I hopped in this beautiful beast this morning, dropped the top and haven’t looked back.

Max: You can’t beat the sun on your face. You can’t beat the breeze of the open road. Well done Max. Another solid idea yet again. Good job.

I needed this. Don’t change what isn’t broken right?

Max: Sin City Wrestling we are mere hours away from Blaze Of Glory X. These past 2 weeks, I’ve been preparing for the final boss.

You’re almost there Max. You’re about to stare across the ring from the world heavyweight champion.

Max: It’s the finals of the 2022 10th anniversary of the Blast From The Past. Since day 1 Myra Rivers and I have had our detractors. We’ve been counted out since day 1. Every week it’s the same tired attack. Every week the doubters are vocal. Every week we’ve been counted out.

It’s time to finish the job Max. You’ve been after this for far too long, It’s time to finally truly meet and exceed those expectations that people have had of you for all of these damn years. Yeah you had the Roulette championship. Yeah you have a damn good run with the GRIME World Nightmare Championship. This is different. This is the world heavyweight championship.

Max: This week is no different. This Sunday, we are stepping into the finals against Mikah and Mac Bane. A very select few expect us to pull this off.

This is your goddamn shot Max. You made it here. You made sure you made your statement every round. You reminded them every match that you are a threat.

Max:  Mac Bane, the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. This man oozes confidence. He has every right to. Facts are facts. His record speaks for itself, but the champ sure loves to shout it from the rooftops. Everyone has been having fun shoving their title histories, and accomplishments in our faces. How’d that work out for multiple time world champion Todd Williams? Oh yes... with him staring up at the lights with a visions of Tweety Bird floating around.

God that was satisfying.

Max: It couldn’t have happened to a better person. It warmed me to the core to shut up that noise. I embarrassed that piece of shit. Radio silence ever since. It’s no surprise when a shattered ego cannot be pieced back together. Has Christian or Mark done a health check in on him?

Someone really should. Seriously not a peep. Funny right? One troll down, a million more to go. Wow. This drive is amazing.

Max: You see Mac, you can flaunt your record. Go ahead. I don’t mind. You can flaunt your championship case. That’s fine. Good for you.You should be proud. Like I’ve said since the beginning. This right now isn’t about you. The opponent has never mattered. I had 1 goal laying on that bed last year. That goal is in sight.

I could really get used to the west coast life. You can’t argue with these views.

Max: Sunday night the highway leads to Blaze Of Glory. Sunday night, I’m stepping between those ropes to challenge you champ. You’re going to realise very quickly that this isn’t the opening round. This isn’t last year. This is right here. Right now. In this moment, you are going to discover that the words you have been trying to convince yourself of are nothing but your placebo. The fact that you are spewing your trash, but not saying a damn thing speaks volumes. We’ve heard it all before.  Mac, you’re the champion of this company. I’m a little disappointed quite frankly. You’re the predator right? It sure feels like your roar is more of a whimper when your paw is caught in a trap. I’m damn good at setting those traps.

This is your night Max. It’s time to finish the job. Round after round you’ve shut em down one by one. It’s no different Sunday. You can do this. It only takes one moment to snatch that belt from Mac. A split second is all you need. Find that moment. Take that moment. Finish this.
 
Max: Yeah, this has been a difficult journey back. The highway back has been full of twists and turns. But, I’m here. The highway has been full of potholes. But, Sunday night has always been clearly in sight the whole time. A ton has changed in a year. No matter how many times life throws a roadblock on that highway, I broke through and  I found the path to get to this moment no matter how daunting the challenge. This Sunday night is the culmination of a journey that didn’t just start weeks ago. It didn’t start months ago. This journey is really the story of my SCW career.

Mac can talk all his shit. I’m going to show him he’s not in there with the same guy. My head wasn’t in it. You know that. This year proves that.

Max: At Blaze of Glory X, when I break the curtain I know what awaits on the other side. Mac needs a shot of reality. You’ve had a great run Mr. Bane, but is your focus really on Sunday night?

I’m internet savvy. I’m on the interwebz, and the Twitter machine.

Max: Answer me honestly Mac. Where’s your head at? You’re quite the globe trotter. You seem to be really wrapped up in the business side of things right now. Mr. Bane I’ve warned you, and I’ve proven it only takes a split second. I’ve proven it time and again. Sunday, I prove it again.



March 14 2022
LAX


Less than a week out. I just needed to take care of one more thing before I shift my focus back to final match preparations. And ,this is just what the doctor ordered going into the biggest match of my career. No way they were not going to be here for this. Honestly shocked their flight is on time. In the distance I see a streak of red hair running at full speed towards me with reckless abandon.

Libby: MMMMMMAAAAAAAAAXXXXX!

How has she not taken anyone out at the knees? Oh lord... here we go. Brace yourself.

Max: Hey kiddo! Get over here!

That’s all the invitation Libby needed as she launches herself into the air as soon as she’s within striking distance. The impact is jarring at first, but the squeeze from little miss Libby fixes that instantly. It’s been a long couple of months away after being home for so long.

Libby: HI! How are you? This is a big airport. Oh! Look over there!

And sensory overload has kicked in. I’ll give her a minute to get her bearings. It was a big trip. She’s flown before, but this is the first time she’s old enough to really experience it. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it when she crashes. Perfect timing as Becca rolls up with luggage in tow. She’s buried in bags, and I kind of feel bad. The Libby missile abandoned that mission to offer assistance to my wonderful little sister and super mom.

Max: Hey sis. Sorry. Hands full. How was the flight?

All I can do is chuckle, and shrug my shoulders as Libby squirms over my shoulder looking over heads to take in all of the sights.

Becca: The little stick of dynamite on your shoulder stole my window seat. Let’s just say our fellow passenger in the aisle seat was less than a joy to share the experience with.

I know that look. Libby is like her mother at that age. No off switch. No way to take the battery out. She probably talked their ear off the whole flight.

Max: Libby did you enjoy the flight?

Libby: Sure did! But it was LONG.

Boredom. Sure sign of ginger terror. I bet it was a long flight. I could never do that job. Flight attendants have to put up with so much shit. I don’t know how they deal with it. I’ve racked up the miles over the years, and I’ve seen my fair share of the foolishness that they have to deal with. Especially on the Vegas flights, they should be making danger pay.

Max: I am so damn happy you both made it. It’ll be great to have a couple of familiar faces in the crowd on Sunday. You excited for uncle Max’s big match on Sunday kiddo?

Libby smiles, and nods. She loves coming to the matches. I think she just loves the vacation. Actually, she just loves getting spoiled by uncle Max. It’s going to happen. I know it. But that’s ok. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her distracted.

Becca: She’s been talking about it non-stop for a week now. She was so excited after you called, and told her we were coming. She was packed within an hour. And unpacked, and packed again. She had to make sure she didn’t forget anything. It’s good to see you bub. How are you doing?

How am I doing? That’s a loaded question right now, and she knows it. But, I’m in a good spot.

Max: I’m doing good. The extra time off has done wonders. Everything is feeling good today.

Well, good as can be expected given the current circumstances. There’s no fooling my kid sister. She can see the truth in my eyes without having to say anything. She knows she’s going to get the positive spin with the kiddo in my arms right now. Honestly though, I’m feeling good considering.

Becca: And?

Becca motions with a look down towards my knee. She’s obviously going to be concerned, but it’s been solid with no issues at all so far. I have all the confidence in it right now. I’ve put the time in with it. I’ve put in the work with it. We didn’t rush it. I knew it was ready, and it wouldn’t fail me.

Max: Honestly, zero issues with the knee the whole tournament. You watched. You saw. I’m moving better than I have in years. Doc Arsenault did great. It’s stronger than ever.

Becca: You’re also great at hiding things exactly like this. I can tell you’re not lying, but if I find out you are.

Libby:You’re in big trouble mister!

Max: It’s good. Cross my heart, and pinky swears. I’m ready for Sunday. This is what we’ve been working towards. I’m in the finals of this thing for the first time, and I plan on bringing the win home.

Becca: And don’t forget some extra luggage. I can see it now. Hashtag and new. AND NEW Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion... MAX BURKE!

Libby:YAY UNCLE MAX!

Max: Thanks, you two. I’m so happy I could get you out here for this. Win or lose I needed you here. You’re the reason I’m here. I couldn’t have done this without the both of you.

It’s the honest truth. Libby was the beacon of light on this journey back to this moment. On those dark days, when I was struggling to push through I just thought of my niece rooting me on. That was all of the motivation that I needed to get through each day during the rehab. Getting that quality time at home, and working through this with my family by my side was the only way to go.

Libby: You got this uncle Max. Love you whole bunches. And new!

Max: You got it kiddo. I’m bringing home that gold for you. And when I win it, you’re strapping it around uncle Max’s waist okay?

Libby: Really!?

Max: Yep. Got to make you work to pay for your flight out here kiddo.

Libby: You’re silly uncle Max.

Max: Love you kiddo. Let’s get out of here. Wait till you see where we are staying. You’re going to love it.

I spin Libby to my back, and she hangs on tight. Time to lighten the load for Becca, and get the hell out of this zoo that is LAX. Played it smart, and booked an AIRBNB only 10 minutes away in Marina Del Rey.



March 18 2022
Death Valley National Park
Current temp 87 Fahrenheit

Hours pass, and the destination is finally in sight. You definitely couldn’t complain about the weather today, or that drive. That five hour drive was well worth this moment. No way I was missing this.

Max: Welcome to Death Valley.

Fitting right? Why is it 87 in fuckin’ March? Better than snow.Yep. It’s not that bad. It’s a touch warm for this Canuck. I’ll survive though. I won’t melt. I’m going to take in the experience.

Max: When I saw we were coming to California for Blaze of Glory, I knew I had to come here. Sin City Wrestling, sit back, and let me tell you about how Death Valley got its name.

Who loves storytime? History is fun. Okay... maybe it’s a bit more than warm. These views are so worth a little sweat. This is going to be good. Don’t forget your water in the car. This is amazing. I’m in Death Valley.

Max: It’s a story of pioneers making the mistake of listening to hearsay about a shortcut. What they learned, and ultimately endured was a journey that would test their wills at every turn. The story of The Lost 49ers, and their journey through the Mojave Desert has lived on for decades. This tale of survival has been a source of inspiration throughout the tournament for me. Did they all survive the journey? Not a chance. This place is called Death Valley for a reason. But... the elite few did. The strongest found the will, and the tools to endure the extreme conditions that they faced. Death Valley is the hottest, driest and lowest of all of the National Parks. It’s claimed the lives of the over confident. Those lucky to have lived to tell of the journey, will live it over and over for years to come. They will never forget what they have endured to accomplish what they set out to do. Those scars will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

I trace my finger over the lines that criss cross my flesh, Every groove has a story to tell like a song on a record. The stories that my body could tell. I’ve earned every single one of these damn things. I wouldn’t change it for a minute. These tell the stories of the journey that I’ve been on all of these years. The journey of growth. The journey to live up to my family name. The journey to live up those expectations. The journey to break through, first in Canada and then the US. The journey that brought me to Sin City Wrestling all of those years ago.


Max: Just like these scars that live with me. They’re a reminder of the sacrifices that I’ve made to get to this very moment. Some call them weakness. Those people have been mistaken. These scars have prepared me for the wars to come. I’ve made it through the trials, and tribulations of the journey, and I’ve come out on the other side. I’ve come out stronger from those experiences. Being here in Death Valley also reminds me of another story that really is all about you Mac. That sun is scorching. It’s hotter than hell. You see Mac with your confidence., hell with your ego is the classic Greek tale of Icarus. You think you are indestructible right now. You think you can’t be touched. You’re blinded by that championship, and the dollar signs that are bouncing in front of your eyes with all of your potential destinations. You’re not listening to reason. You just keep flying higher and higher, blinded by glory. You’ve got all this leverage right now, don’t ya? You just need to fly a little higher to grasp it. Do you feel the heat? You’re so close to having it all. You’re so close to get everything you deserve. Everything you think you deserve. It would be an awful shame if you couldn’t handle the heat. Wouldn’t it? You’re inchin’ too close Mac. The wax is starting to drip. You can see it can’t you Mac? You know your time is running out. Your wings are melting. You can feel it, can’t you? You know you're falling, and there is nothing that you can do to stop the freefall. Goodbye Death Valley. Sunday night, remember Mac I just need that one moment. Prepare to fall. I am walking out Sunday night at Blaze of Glory X as your new Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.

11


March 6th 2022 - Post Match Climax Control
Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada

As I sit here just minutes after advancing to the finals for the first time, I can’t help but relish the victory. It was everything I wanted. It was everything I needed. The fact that I pulled it out with a textbook counter was pretty sweet too. As I towel off, and do my normal self assessment before checking in with the medical staff I can’t help but smile. Tonight was a good night.

Max: That was fun. That is what this is all about. That is what I love about this business. Jaycee, chin up kid. You did everything I asked of you. You came out guns blazing, and showed that trademark explosiveness that you have shown for the entire tournament. You hit harder than I even expected. You brought the fight, and I loved every minute of it. Don’t beat yourself up too much about this loss. You and Levana have extremely bright futures here in Sin City Wrestling if you want it. Not many rookies can say they have done what you were able to do in the Blast From The Past. So for that, cheers to both of you.

This year’s tournament has been everything I’ve been visualising since I was wheeled out of the operating room. After a quick check, I can confirm I’m feeling way better right now compared to the quarter-finals. That’s definitely reassuring. I cannot wait to peel these boots off. Unlacing my boots might be my favourite part of the night. I cannot wait to get changed, and head up to my room to unwind after everything that’s happened. I’ve been trying to behave myself during the tournament, but this is a big win. Might have a drink or two to celebrate since we’ve got a couple weeks until Blaze of Glory. Before that happens, I’ll be a good boy and go visit the medical staff.

Max: But, I told you Jaycee that my experience would be the deciding factor in the outcome. You see, just as we observed leading up to the semi-finals I knew I could use your explosiveness against you. That’s just what I did. You see kid you went to the well once too often, and it cost you. It doesn’t matter which way later tonight turns out, I know both matches coming up in the finals are going to be one of the highlights of my SCW career. 2022 is the year that I remind everyone that I can beat anyone, on any given night. You’ve counted us out since the moment that the pairings were drawn. Every round our opponents want to swing their accomplishments in our face in a dick measuring contest. They love to key in on the fact that I’ve only had one run with the Roulette championship. The fact of the matter is this... that Max that everyone wants to focus on is long gone. You need to focus on what’s been staring at you the whole damn time. I’m not the same Max I was back then. You ask anyone that really knows me from back then. It’s not even close. I’ve taken the time to focus on myself. I’ve taken the time to heal. I’ve taken the time to not just heal physically, but mentally too. I’m the most focused I’ve ever been. I’m locked in like I’ve never been locked in before. That is a real problem for whoever is standing across the six sided ring from Myra Rivers and I.

The hardwork has paid off. We’ve made it to the finals. Thank god we made it there unscathed for the most part. Now it’s time to rest, and observe what happens later tonight. I finish packing up my bag, and tuck it away for after the show. Time to go get a closer look to see what we might have in store for us for the finals. Whether it's Goth or it’s the champ it makes no difference.

Max: Keep doubting us. It’s driving us. Can’t you see that? We are one win away. We told you we’d be here since day one. Goth... Mac... I’m right here. I’m waiting for you boys. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to see Mac in the finals. He’s already had to defend his championship in the tournament. I’m hoping I’m granted the opportunity if he an make it past Goth tonight. That’s no easy feat as Goth has proven over and over over the years. Goth is a serious threat to anyone. I know exactly what I have in store for me for the finals whichever way their match goes. Both men are going to be a stiff challenge for the finals. Best of luck gentlemen, I look forward to seeing how this plays out.

I’m going to make sure I get a close look at this match, that’s for damn sure. I wouldn’t miss it for a second. Scouting is one of my favourite things to do, and this is the time to take advantage.



August 16 2021
Moncton Hospital
Moncton, New Brunswick

They might as well give me an access card, I’ve spent so much time here lately. I feel like I’m always here honestly. But, if you don’t put in the work you won’t see the results you are hoping for. I cannot say enough good things about the staff here at the hospital. Given everything that they have to deal with during these crazy times has given me a whole different level of respect for people in all of the healthcare and frontline fields.

Max: Hey Doc Robihot. How’s it hanging today?

Doc: Ooooh you got me. I’ve never heard that one before.

Doc Robichaud is the resident sports psychologist here in Moncton. He works with most of the teams in the area. He does a lot for the local university, and their athletic department. Doc has been honest to god a godsend in my life. I should have taken this step years ago. If you’re a professional athlete, and have never looked into seeing a sports psychologist change that immediately. You will not regret it.

Doc: How are you Mr. Burke? How are you feeling today?

Max: It’s weird Doc. I lucked out, we both know that. Rehab is going pretty good. The knee is feeling stronger every day. Yeah, rehab sucks. It definitely doesn’t get easier the more you do it. Just need to keep pushing forward. But I’ve been working on setting my goals.

Goal setting was like lesson number one on day one with Doctor Robichaud. It’s common sense, but I’ve never really focused on goals in the past. Like really focused on them. Doc made me realise that having some goals would be a great motivation for this comeback. Hard to argue with his results. I’m definitely more focused on the task at hand than I ever have been before. 

Doc: Care to share? Having achievable goals right now is a key to your recovery.

Max: Don’t worry, nothing crazy. I’ve been listening. I’ve been paying attention. I’ve been focusing on consistent small weight increases in the rehab room.  I’m not going crazy with my weight jumps.

Okay, that look isn’t too bad. I think I’m on the right track at least.

Doc: Very smart. That’s a great goal. Definitely achievable, and realistic. What else you got?

Max: I’ve still got my goal of being cleared by January. I’m realistic, and I know this is the chance to get those nagging injuries taken care of while I’m rehabbing the knee. I’m not rushing back, But I need to be cleared by January, I have my eyes set on a target. There is a tournament every year. If I’m cleared by January I’ll be good to go.

Blast From The Past is a showcase every year. The outcomes are unpredictable. You never know what you are going to get year to year when it comes to this tournament. I’ve got unfinished business with this tournament. The winner gets a shot at the World Heavyweight Champion. It’s a fantastic motivation to get through this round of rehab. I plan on coming back better than ever. I’m making sure I’m doing everything right this time. I’m doing this the smart way.

Doc: The way you’ve been talking during our sessions, that sounds realistic also at your current pace. Both of your goals are focused on your rehab journey. Do you have any outside of the current predicament?

Max: Of course, I do. Being home again has put things into perspective. I’m definitely going to be making more time for my family. I’ve been missing out on the best years of my niece’s life. I want to be here more for her. I want to be here more for my sister. She’s going through a lot right now, and I’m relieved that I’m here for them right now.

Doc: That is your best goal right there. Without a doubt, I could tell by the passion in your voice, The saying is true that distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Max: Those girls are everything to me. Being home has made me appreciate what I’ve been missing being away from them. This business is not the easiest on the family. My family, of all families, knows that all too well. The break has been a blessing in disguise. And this break has been exactly what I need to grow as an athlete. You’ve been a huge part of that, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me these last few months. I’ve embraced everything you’ve been able to show me. The visualisation techniques and meditation resources have been keys in keeping my focus during this stint in rehab. I’ve been attacking this rehab like never before. I’ve had times over the years going through similar circumstances that I’ve questioned myself without hesitation. Not this time. Once I got out of my head after it happened, I knew I just had to say to myself... been here... done  that. This time is different. This time I came home, and surrounded myself with the people I trust more than anyone else. I knew I needed to step away. I knew I needed to come home and refocus. But I really didn’t know how I was going to do that. I didn’t know how I was going to do that until I was introduced to you. I knew of your reputation. I know the work you have been putting in the work here. I hear these things. I keep in touch with the local community, and what’s been happening. I did my research. I asked around, and as you already know you got glowing reviews. So yeah, thank you for everything you’ve been doing for me. You’re an important cog in this journey back for me. The rehab team may be preparing me physically, but you’re preparing me mentally and that is the most important thing I need right now.

Doc gives a simple nod in appreciation. He’s not one for compliments. I've learned that quickly during our time together. That’s okay. I’m the same way. I don’t need them, but they sure do feel good when you get them. I wouldn’t be able to make this comeback without him. Not at the level I was shooting for. I’m happy to have him in my corner, and on my team.



March 6th 2022 - Post Climax Control
Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada

Well, that result was the result I was honestly hoping for. This just brings things full circle.

Max: Congratulations champ. Once again, our future opponents needed outside interference to advance. It’s pretty sad honestly. The Blast has been disrespected repeatedly this year. It’s a shame. This nonsense is not what this tournament is about. The Blast is about honouring the legends of our past, and the fact that people are not showing that respect is infuriating. Keep your ass in the back, and settle your foolishness after we wrap this shit up at Blaze of Glory.

Goddammit, I wasn’t expecting to get that fired up about this. That’s twice now that it’s happened. It’s bullshit but it is what it is. Just goes to show how some people are built.

Max: Mikah and Mac, no matter the means here we are. You’ve advanced. We’ll see you at Blaze of Glory. Keep taking us lightly. Keep taking your jabs. We’re here. We are the ones standing across from you in two weeks. Everyone has talked a big game, but where are they now? They couldn’t get the job done. I know why I’m heading to the finals right now. I’ve got nothing to lose. I’ve got zero distractions this year. So that is why I’m here. Your confidence just like Jaycee’s will be your damn downfall in two weeks. You two are in store for a huge reality check at Blaze of Glory. We are the ones that are going to be standing tall at the end of the night.



December 25 2021
Home of the patriarchs of the Burke family
Dorchester, New Brunswick

This needs to happen more. I’ve missed this too much. I need to make sure I get home more this time. I need to make sure I bring them with me more this time. I’ve lost count how many holidays I’ve missed. Hell, I’ve lost count how many Christmases I’ve missed. That’s unacceptable. I’ve realised that now. Way too late, but I know now. That’s going to change this time. I’ve already told Mark this. Now I need to tell them that. Might as well rip the bandaid now. Libby’s under the tree snooping. Papa and Nana Burke always make sure to have a couple of gifts here at the house for Christmas dinner. We’re always spoiled rotten no matter how old we get. Every year mom says the same thing. She’s cutting back. She’s not spending a lot besides on the grandkids, and grand nieces and nephews. She’s a horrible liar.  God, this kid is the best.

Max: Hey Libb, come have a seat with Mom and Uncle Max.

She whips around, and comes running over. Libby is always happy to oblige her favourite uncle.

Libby: Merry Christmas Uncle Max.

Max: Merry Christmas kiddo. Listen, I need to have a chat with you and Mom. Uncle Max is feeling pretty good. My knee is doing really well. So good actually that the doctor said I’m good to go.

Becca: That’s great news. When did you find out?

Max: Couple days ago. Everything was looking good on the new scans. He got a great report from rehab. And he got a report from Doctor Robichaud too. I’m in a good place right now. But that’s not all the news. I’ve been talking to Mark.

Becca: Oh really? Have you now bub?

Max: He’s been checking in. He always has. He always will. You see, I’ve been thinking...

Becca: When are you leaving?

Libby: Leaving?

Uh oh. Here we go. She knows this day has been coming. We’ve been trying to prepare her for when it was time to go back. She loves her Uncle Max though. It’s been so much fun to be able to spend so much time with her and her mom over the last couple of months.



Libby: You’re not leaving it’s Christmas.

Max: Oh kiddo, you have nothing to worry about. I haven’t even put pen to paper, but I told Mark I’m not going anywhere until January, We’ve got lots of time. I’ll be making sure I come home more too. Being home has been the best thing ever.

The look on Libby’s face changes to a look of slight relief. She knows I’m not going anywhere. At least not for now.

Libby: So, don’t leave. That’s easy.

Becca: Libby that’s not fair. You knew he wasn’t home forever. Uncle Max told you that when he came home. You remember right?

Max: I did promise a lot of vacations for you Ms Libby when it was time to go back. You remember me telling you that right? You and Mom are going to come watch me wrestle way more. I’m going to show you all the cool spots to visit. My new place has a room for you and mom to stay. And you can both stay as long as you want.

Libby: Yes, I remember. But, I don’t know if I want to watch.

Max: Why not kiddo?

Libby: You get hurt too much.

Max: Don’t you forget I’m tough as leather. Your Uncle Max always bounces back. I just showed that again right? Listen, I’ve been thinking I’m getting too old for all of the rough stuff. I’m not going back to do that. Uncle Max is going back home to wrestle. He’s been talking to his old buddy Mark. He wants me back. I even heard from a little birdie that your second favourite wrestler is coming back too.

Libby: BEN! No way!

Max: Now you shush. You just forget you heard that. But, if you want to come visit I can imagine you will get to play some Playstation with a certain smiley Brit. No promises, but I’d say highly likely. Ben does love when he gets to hang out with his favourite Canadians, He’s a member of this family afterall.

Libby: Yep he is! Okay fine. You can go back.

Max: Thanks kiddo.

Becca: She’s the boss.

Max: That she is. Seriously though, I’m excited to get back. Mark’s been in my ear for months. He’s wanted me back for years. He’s the one that’s stayed in contact. He always is. He puts on a good show, but he’s a loyal friend. How often can you say you become friends with the boss right?

Becca: He’s always had your back. He’s never done you dirty. It's a bit shocking when you consider the reputation of promoters.

Max: We’ve been through a lot. He’s always taken care of me. I know I can always call him at any time day or night. He knows he can do the same. I should have told him before I came back last time. It was a dick move. I think I’ve repaid him in whiskey ten fold, but I still feel like crap over that. This is my chance to make it right. The Underground was fun, It gave me the chance to reinvent myself. It was a fun playground to truly test my limits. I never knew what I was going into.

Becca: I couldn’t let her watch 75% of it. You took a beating there. Don’t do that this time okay? I want her to be able to be proud of her Uncle Max. I don’t want her to be scared for her Uncle Max everytime he climbs through those ropes. Do you understand me? She’s going through enough right now.

Max: So are you. I get it sis. I love you. Trust me on this. I’ll try to avoid that type of stuff as much as I can. I promise. I know.

Becca: Thanks bub. I can say that it upset her, but she didn’t see most of it. I did. It was a lot. Even for you. You don’t need to do that. You’re better than that.

Max: I hear you. Listen, I’m sure Ben will try to keep me on the straight and narrow. Listen, I’ve turned over a new leaf. That kid over there has changed me for the better, just like she has all of us. I’m going to make her proud of her Uncle Max.

Mom: DINNER’S READY!

Libby: FOOD!

Max: Dibs on the crispy skin! Race ya!

That kid doesn’t stand a chance. I potato sack her over my shoulder before she even knows what hits her and carry her to the dinner table. Mom’s outdone herself like usual with the spread. It’s going to be a good night of whiskey, good food and lots of laughs.




Present Day
Urban Light
City Of Angels, California

202 street lamps, the oldest dating back to the 1920’s makeup this incredible art installation. I’m carrying on my tournament tradition of visiting local landmarks. As I’ve said in the past, it’s important to make sure I get away from the day to day grind that a tournament presents. Visiting art installations is my way of centering myself before heading into my fights. So here I am again, just living in the moment. Taking the time to stop and smell the roses has been a key to my recent success. No point changing what’s not broken.

Max: We did it. We told you all we’d be here at the end. The fact that Mac Bane and Mikah are the ones at the end of this journey is that cherry on top. But hell, let’s not stop there with added motivation for the finals. Let’s add in the fact that Mac Bane will also be defending his Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.

That statement catches me for a moment. I take that moment to take it all in. This is the moment I’ve been working towards.

Max: Mac, you said something to me the other day that struck a chord and you had no idea you gave me that layup. You told me a lot can change in a year. You’re fuckin’ right a lot can change in a year. Yeah, you’ve gone on a nice little winning streak. You’ve been a dominant champ, but you’ve had your help. You need to check the ego just a tiny bit. Now I lost my GRIME Nightmare Championship. I’ve had knee surgery. I’ve had to go to rehab. I’ve had to bust my ass to get back here. I’ve had to bust my ass to get to this moment. When I went down, hell I didn’t know if I’d be back. I certainly didn’t know if I’d be back here in SCW, but that was my goal. Here I am. I’m staring you down Mac. This isn’t the opening round. This is the finals. This is you having to yet again defend your championship in this tournament.

I have to admit, it made me smile when I saw that Mac would be facing Mark Cross and Goth back to back. I’m not an idiot. Better the champ than me, that’s for damn sure. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I know what this opportunity means. I take a sip from my coffee. It warms me instantly. Nothing better than a good cup of coffee.

Max: As part of my rehab, I also started seeing a sports psychologist. I wanted to work on my mental game too while I had the time. We all should. And let me tell you something, I dove into it. I started studying it on the side outside of my appointments. It opened my eyes. One article I read recently had a perfect correlation to our upcoming encounter. The idea of a god-athlete is a dangerous mirage. Mac, we all know how good you are, You most definitely do. We all know how dominant you’ve been. You’ve got the strap. You’ve got the company on your back, and you’ve been doing that for a fair chunk of time now eh?

I know that burden. I’ve felt that burden my entire life. It comes with the territory. It’s not a fun feeling, but it's part of the job.

Max: Let me tell you something Mac. At Blaze of Glory X, I’m walking in there with absolutely nothing to lose. I’m walking in there with the opportunity to cause one of the biggest upsets in SCW history. You’ve all said it right? It’s the same song every round. You can deny it all you want, but we’ve proven that we can adapt to any situation we’ve faced and conquered it. I just need one moment at Blaze of Glory. You know you’re not indestructible. Nobody is. You know you will lose that title eventually. Everyone does. We’re both crafty veterans. We’ve seen it all. You know damn well I have what it takes to beat you on any given night. You know damn well that Myra can beat Mikah on any given night. Everyone’s been chirping, but it’s been fuel that’s been building this fire throughout the tournament. Every pot shot I’ve taken and just added it onto the fire. You’ve been the king of Sin City for quite some time. But every kingdom falls. Every kingdom falls when the power grows and grows until the king becomes disillusioned with how powerful he actually is. When that happens, an uprising typically follows. We’re about to burn your kingdom to the ground. Mac your confidence is teetering on cockiness, and it will be your downfall. Every kingdom falls. Your time is coming. We’ll see you at Blaze of Glory. I’m going to show you just how much things can really change in a year. I’m about to shock this damn company to its core. You’re in for the fight of your life champ. Do not take me lightly. That will be your biggest regret, and the reason you are looking up at the lights at Blaze Of Glory. You really don’t want to make that mistake with me. I’ll capitalise on it without hesitation, and walk out your new SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Blaze Of Glory X is my time to show the entire world that Max Burke is back, and ready to make a statement. Let’s fuckin’ go!



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February 20th 2022
Star of the Desert Arena
Primm, Nevada
Post Match Climax Control 323

What a night. Relaxing in the luxurious set up that we have for our trainers and medical staff. Enjoying the bittersweet chill of an ice pack on my neck. Victory smarts some times I have to admit. In this case it was so worth it. When you get to crack a loud mouth in the jaw, and silence them even for a moment is oh so sweet.

Max: To the victors go the spoils right? Todd Williams you dumped me on my head multiple times out there tonight. You couldn’t finish the job. I, in good conscience, could not let you finish the job. I needed to shut you up for the good of all Sin City Wrestling. And that’s what I did. You’ve disappeared without a whimper. Tail tucked between your legs. You talked so much shit, and couldn’t back it up. You were supposed to run right through me right? How’s your head Toddo? Did that canvas taste good? Do you need some eye drops? The lights really seemed extra bright tonight.

Yep. Fuck that guy. Reckless motherfucker could have broken my neck. That’s fine. It’s all good. He didn’t. He’s gone now. On to the next one. Rest, rehab, and refuel, This is all routine for you.

Max: Myra and I have advanced to the semifinals just as we predicted. We needed that win. We had to extinguish his obsessive delusions with Myra. Which we did. This is one that we were expected to win, and we pulled it off. Todd did his best to talk his game, but it didn’t matter. I’ll admit it’s one of my more satisfying wins. It ranks up there pretty high for many reasons. This win gets me back to the semifinals for the first time since 2017 with Mercedes Vargas. Todd’s cockiness definitely fueled the fire to make sure I make an example out of someone. Todd was the ideal candidate.

And here comes one of the SCW trainers to check on how I’m doing. I’m perfectly fine, but they are just doing their job. They don’t mess around anymore when you land on your head during a match. It’s all about our safety these days. It’s nothin’ like the old timers like to call the good ol’ days of undiagnosed CTE. They just laughed about getting their bell rung. Give the other guy a you got me good nod in recognition, and share a drink at the bar after the matches. Not these days. You won’t get away with that shit. The SCW crew spot stuff like that pretty fast. They’ve all seen us take some good cracks over the years.

Trainer: Hey Max.How’s the neck feeling now? Ice pack helping at all?

Max: It’s doing pretty good considering how many times that arsehole tried to spike me out there. He better keep his distance for the rest of the night.

Trainer: Yeah that looked rough. You’re lucky. How’s the head? Any sensitivity to light? Headache?

Max: So far so good. No headache. Just the sore neck. No stinger or anything yet that I can tell. Big man is looking out for me like usual. Those were not fun landings by any stretch of the imagination. Saved one of the lives for another day this time around.

Trainer: You’re also tougher than a two dollar steak. We both know that. Just promise me you’ll take it easy. Don’t overdo it. I’ll check in with you later this week.

Max: You got it. I’m just going to drive home, and take a nice long nap.

Trainer: Excuse me? What did you just say? Mind repeating that for me?

Too easy. Got ‘em hook, line and sinker. I don’t even have to try. He really should know better. They all should know better. They don’t. It’s like taking candy from a baby. Way too easy. I have to do something to keep me entertained around here in my downtime. This is as good an option as any. Definitely need to lighten the mood for these fine folks.

Max: Seriously? You know I know better. You should have smelled that joke a mile away. I know the drill. You don’t need to worry about me.

And there is the look I love. Defeat from a family member that knows they got got. You have to appreciate when they simply are defeated. So satisfying. It’s all in good fun though.

Trainer: Yes, yes I do. Just let me know if anything seems off okay? You’re passing all of the initial tests so far, but we definitely want to keep a close eye on things. I ‘m just making sure you’re ready to roll for the next round. You’re killing it. It’s good to have you back.

Max: Thanks. I mean that. I’ll text or call you if I notice anything. Pinky swears. If anything feels off. I promise I’ll let you know. I’m not taking any chances with this. I’m making every effort to go into each round as healthy as possible. You’ll be the first to hear from me if anything is off.

Trainer: Okay, I’ll see you next week. Rest up Max. Make sure you keep that neck stretched out.

Max: Neck bridges every day. That’s why I’ll be just fine. I’m built for times like these. I’ll see you next week. Thanks for always taking great care of us. You keep this train rolling down the tracks every week.

Trainer: Thank you for the outdated compliment, oldtimer. You dropped your walker. Let me grab that for ya.

Max: Oh a comedian now. Well done. Take the compliment, youngster. You all earn it every week. I appreciate you, and everyone else on the team. I’ll see you Sunday. Take it easy yourself. 



June 3rd 2021
Moncton Hospital Rehabilitation department
Moncton, New Brunswick

Day one of the journey back. I’ve done this once, and I’ll do it again. Coming home to do this was always the right decision. The team here at the Moncton Hospital are top notch. My family is here. I have everything I need right here. I dodged a bullet, and I’m very thankful for it.

Max: Hi Jo. I’m here for my daily scheduled torture session. I’m at your command.

Oh Jo. Joline Wright. My high school sweetheart, and a physical therapist here at the hospital for several years.

Jo: Max, what are we going to do with you? Thank god you didn’t wreck it this time. Can’t believe it’s the same knee again.

Max: Glad it was an excuse to get it cleaned up. It’s been bugging me for a while. Good as new now. Ready to knock this out Rocky montage style, and get back in the ring.

Cue the blatant Eye Of The Tiger inspired rehab montage. This one isn’t as awesome as the epic 80’s montages of our past. No this is just foam rolling, resistance bands and cycling. Whoa epic right!?

Jo: Hey you. Earth to Max. Anybody home? Where did you go on me?

Jo snaps me back to reality. Yeah I went there. I couldn’t help it. Nothing better than an 80s training montage with some classic hair metal. Chance of air guitars is very good. They don’t make ‘em like they used to. They just made you want to run through a wall and crush your goals no matter what they were.

Max: Sorry epic rehab montage. I’m pumped up and ready to go. I’m fired up. Let’s go!

Jo: Still my daydreamer. You’re never going to grow up are you?

Jo knows me too well. I’ve shot for the stars since I was a kid. Growing up in my family, the path might have been predetermined, but it was still our choice if we wanted to venture down it. Taking that path comes with a lot of pressure that I was more than willing to throw on my back, The opportunity to represent my family’s name and legacy was a no brainer. And that’s exactly what I did.

Max: You know I can’t, and won’t lie to you. Nope, not going to happen. I’ll grow, but never grow up. I’ve told you this many times over the years. It worked out pretty well overall.

Crap, I shouldn’t have said that. Poor choice of words right there. I stuck my foot in my mouth bad. Say something you moron. She didn’t deserve that.

Max: I didn’t mean it like...

Jo: Stop. I know what you meant. No need to apologise. We’re way past that. You can just knock that off. Let’s get to work. Hop up.

Max: You got it boss. Jo, I’m serious. I’m happy you’re the one helping me through this. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Up on the table I get as ordered. It’s time to get to work like she said. I have the target in sight, and I just need to get there. I’m coming back better than ever.

Jo: Okay, lay back. Let’s see what we are really dealing with here. How’s it been since the match?

Max: It wasn’t too bad, even before Doctor Arsenault went in and cleaned it up. It’s a bit sore this morning, but I’m fine. It’s been bad for months. Nothing I can’t tolerate. You know how it is.

Jo: I figured. You’re stubborn. How bad did it get?

Max: Cortisone and heavy taped up for probably two or three months.

Jo: Max. I thought you knew better.

Max: I do. I just... I don’t know, I was just pushing through. I was enjoying being back in the mix. Should have been listening a little closer to my body like you always tell me.The fights were exhilarating. I was having fun for the first time in a long time. You know I’m happiest when I’m between the ropes. I just missed that feeling, you know? So, I just kept telling myself it’s not that bad. I kept getting in there night in, and night out. Everyday I could feel it a bit more. It was a mess leading up to the ladder match. Now that was a stupid decision. I should have pulled out of that one.

Jo: Yeah, the odds were not in your favour for that one now was it?

Max: The added element of the ladder definitely did not help matters at all. I knew going in that one misstep was all my knee needed to say enough was enough. I should have spoken up, but I just kept reassuring myself that I’d be fine. When you have to convince yourself of it, you just know things are about to go off the damn rails.

Jo: And then you end up back here. Stuck with me again.You’ll never listen. Smarten up Max. You always push yourself too far.

There’s her sass. You do not want to mess with Jo. You will lose. I’ve learned that the hard way over, and over, and over again. She will chew you up, and spit you out in no time. This is her house, and she’s the boss. You put the work in, You get in. You get out. Rehab sucks, but it’s more fun when you have one of your best friends delivering the punishment day in and day out. I know she enjoys it thoroughly.

Max: No place I’d rather be, you know that. I know I pushed it too far, but at least I got it taken care of. Now make me hurt already will ya?

Jo: With pleasure. We’ll have you back in there as soon as possible.

Max: I just need to be cleared by January. We have loads of time, but it needs to be January. I want to be ready just in case.

Jo: I think we can definitely make that happen.That’s a very achievable goal.



February 23rd 2022
Max Burke’s Condo - Gym
Las Vegas, Nevada

I love having a sauna in our gym. I don’t even have to leave the building. I’ve got everything I need here, and I don’t have to deal with anyone. Figured now’s as good a time as any to post a little video update to the Twitter machine. To dry off or not to dry off before shooting this, The sweat will draw them in, Towel around neck it is.

Max: Hello there Twitter. Happy hump day. Quick check in. I’m fine. Todd Williams threw me on my head a few times on Sunday, but I’m resilient. I keep telling you that week in, and week out. I’m like tempered steel. It takes a helluva lot to break me. You couldn’t do it. Throw all of the cheap shots at me that you can, but I’ll keep coming back. We all know I’ve been through worse. I get knocked down plenty, but I keep getting up. I’m a little banged up, but that’s life. It’s all good.I’ll be more than ready for the next round.

Towel away a few beads of sweat from my brow. I’m doing it for the views we all know that. Social media is so important these days. I still don’t get it, well I don’t get a lot of it. I’m trying. I’m learning. The more views. The more exposure. The more money. Social media really is a win win no matter how toxic the application can be. The block button is a wonderful feature.

Max: Todd didn’t get the job done. The key to longevity in this business is selfcare. I know, I know. Selfcare is the trendy phrase. It’s true though. Do I have my aches and pains? Of course! I’m forty years young, and coming out here to put a show on for each of you every week. If I didn’t take care of myself properly, I would have stayed retired. You’ve heard it plenty over the years, but it’s the truth. The fans are the reason I do this every damn day. Every morning, it’s a struggle to get out of bed. Hell, I have to do stretches in bed before I even get up to start the day. The wear and tear this industry puts on our bodies is well documented. We do this because we love it.

I toss my towel aside, and take a long drink from my water bottle. When you live in the sauna like I do you have got to keep hydrated. It’s so easy to overdo it, and not realise it. Last thing I want to do is pass out in the sauna. That definitely wouldn’t be ideal. Water is your friend.

Max: Now is the time to rest, and prepare for the semifinals. Blast From The Past is a gruelling tournament, and it’s important to treat it with respect. If you don’t treat it with respect it will break you. That is the great thing about having a few of these under my belt now. I know what I need to survive and thrive in this tournament. Myra and I have taken our experiences, and learned from them. Our focus on the task at hand has been the key to our success. That success will continue into the semifinals.
 



March 2nd 2022
Gold Coast Hotel and Casino
Las Vegas, Nevada

It’s almost go time. Made it back to the semifinals. Cade and McDonald are going to be tough. These two are making a helluva first impression. Christian and Mark are not stupid. They knew exactly what they were doing bringing in Lavana and Jaycee. They did their research, and they are both showing exactly why they are here. They love shining the spotlight on these unmined diamonds, and announcing them to the world.

Max: Lavana Cade and Jaycee McDonald, the bracket busters of Blast From The Past X. You two have been impressive in the tournament so far, but there has been a dash of controversy mixed in too. You can’t deny that. You took advantage of a situation last round that presented itself. I’ll admit, I’d 100% do the same. I’ve done it in the past, and I’m sure I’ll do it in the future. Well played. You did what you had to do to move on to the semifinals. Now, here we are.

She’s a beauty. Lots of memories I tell ya. As I take a step back to take it all in I try not to drift off into a daydream, but it’s extremely difficult to not reminisce when you have so many memories inside those walls.

Max: This week though... your luck runs out. This week Sin City Wrestling comes home. This week we are back at the Gold Coast Casino. It’s extra special coming home to the Gold Coast Casino for me. Everytime I come back here, love me or hate me, it's motivating to see the familiar faces from years in front of the diehards. I grew up in front of the Gold Coast regulars. They’ve seen me at my best, and at my worst. They’ve seen me at my highest and my lowest. I’ve bled buckets in front of the Sin City family. This is my first time back here in far too long.

I make my way closer to the casino, and run my fingers along the pillars leading to the front entrance. I lean my back against the pillar, and take in the sunbeams. I swear I was a cat in another life.

Max: This is the semifinals of the tenth anniversary of the Blast From The Past tournament. This Sunday is everything. This Sunday I advance to the finals for the first time. This year’s tournament for me at least, is a bit of a journey of redemption. We’ve already heard it before, I’ve got the experience edge in the Blast, but I’ve fallen short to date. I’ve had my moments, but the finals have eluded me. This year both Myra and I have been locked in. Throughout the first two rounds you have had the unknown factor playing to your advantage. Not to mention a very convenient distraction in the quarterfinals against Amber Ryan and Hitamashii.

Look at those. One of my favourite aspects of the Gold Coast are the stained glass windows. Everything about this place is classic Las Vegas. Everytime we come home I always make sure to book a room for the night. The staff have always treated me with the utmost respect and their professionalism is unmatched. The hotel crew are family too. I’m honoured to call many of them friends.

Max: The element of the unknown is out the window now. You’ve been damn impressive. No doubt about it. It’s easy to tell you have both been working extremely hard to gain knowledge in this crazy business. I’m not blind, you can see it as soon as you stepped between the ropes of the six sided ring of Sin City Wrestling. Jaycee, your timing is impeccable. You’re damn fast. You’re explosive. You haven’t been shy about kicking the Sin City door down, and making sure everyone knows your name. That’s what the Blast From The Past is all about, and you damn well know that don’t you? It’s the quickest way to a World title shot, and you can make a lot of waves along the way. Jaycee and Lavana you have most definitely done that. You just eliminated current champions, and a hall of famer. You have everyone’s attention, You have ours.

I turn and make my way to the entrance of the Gold Coast Casino. As I reach out for the handle of those classic wooden doors that have never changed memories flood back. That’s what I love about Vegas, they are true to their history. The Gold Coast will be the home of Sin City Wrestling until the walls crumble.

Max: You can play the what have you done for me lately card. Others have. I heard you downplaying the competition in Sin City Underground. That would be unwise of you, but everyone is entitled to their opinions. For those who think you’re cocky. They're wrong. You’re confident. That’s easy to see. You know where you come from. That’s why you’re confident. You know what you can do. You know you’re training. I can see the swagger because you know you can handle yourself anywhere, anytime in or outside the ring. We can't ignore the fact that you will be standing across from us this week in the semifinals. You’re here for a reason.

Yep, please never change Gold Coast. Your familiarity warms my soul every time I step through those doors. You’re gorgeous just the way you are, I tell you. The sun beams bursting through the stained glass speaks for itself. I love it here.

Max: The problem is that can only get you so far. What you’re both lacking compared to Myra and myself is true motivation. Look at what we have done to our first two sets of opponents this year. Each team had that specific trait that proved to be their nail in the coffin. If your sole focus is not on this tournament it will be your downfall. My motivation is simple this year, I signed a full time contract to return home to Sin City Wrestling, I’ve been chomping at the bit for this return to show the office, the locker room, the crowd especially those here at the Gold Coast, and the rest of the SCW fans around the world that I’m not done yet. I’ve always heard the whispers. I’ve seen the trolls online. I’ve always felt the same that I’ve got unfinished business here in Sin City. The Roulette Championship, and the blood battles I’ve had hold special places in the depth of my heart. But, I’m not going to lie. I’ve always wondered what if?

I walk up to the front desk, and am instantly greeted by one of the longtime staff members. Always respectful and prepared. When you build a relationship like Chris and Mark have here it’s always a breeze, and a pleasure to stay here. The staff treat us like royalty here. Sin City Wrestling is a part of the Gold Coast family.

Max: The Blast From The Past is the perfect opportunity to prove oneself. When Mark called, it was an easy yes, Mark knows I love to test myself, and this year’s tournament was stacked with younger athletes that will push me to my limits. Milo and Todd are prime examples of the diversity in the tournament each year. Jaycee, you say you’re a rookie but you’re seasoned. What’s been holding you back? You’re not some young protege. I can see it in your eyes, This has been a journey for you too. Unfortunately for you both, you are standing across from two of the most experienced in this tournament. You’re not going to surprise us with much that we haven’t seen. The chips on your shoulders are weighing you down. The resentment in your eyes burns bright. Use that fire. Bring your best. I need your best. I want your best. I want to be tested week in, and week out. It’s the only way I can prove to myself and each one of you that Max Burke can perform night in and night out with the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. This Sunday is just another chance to prove it. This year, I’m heading to the finals. Myra Rivers and Max Burke will be your 2022 Blast From The Past X champions.

As the doors to the elevator close behind me to take me to my hotel room, now is the time to focus on Sunday. No more distractions. Jaycee McDonald is the target. Only one objective, advance at all costs. Don’t take these two lightly. If you do, you’re going home. You’re so close. Take this home. You can do it Max. This is your opportunity to show everyone. You got this. Be smart. Rest, and refuel. You need to be at 100% on Sunday. Show your knowledge. Show your experience. Show them all. It’s your time.


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Climax Control Archives / Round 2 - FIGHT! (Blast Quarter-Finals)
« on: February 18, 2022, 11:39:42 PM »
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.





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.




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.

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Climax Control Archives / Blast X Round 1
« on: February 11, 2022, 10:28:53 PM »



Backstage at Inception V, we come upon Max Burke, and a few others gathered around a monitor as the names are drawn by Mark Ward and Christian Underwood for the Blast From The Past X tournament. Max is dressed in a sleek black suit. In his hand is his usual glass of whiskey on the rocks. His name is announced followed by an unexpected name.

Max: Well now, that's an interesting plot twist.

All I can do is smile as I hear that I will be partnering with Myra Rivers. The others all give a nod in approval, and I definitely hear quite a few sighs under their breath when they hear how I was the one who lucked out this year. I turn and walk away from the group as the numbers grow. I'll find out the rest of the pairings later. I've heard the only name I need to hear at this moment. Off to find Ben I go. Drinks will be poured. They will be poured frequently more than likely. Sorry Evie.

Max: That definitely works for me. Last year didn't go quite as planned for Amy and I. Myra and Mac Bane had an amazing run last year. They straight up beat us. They were damn good in our match. And then they went on a tear for the remainder of the Blast From The Past. I've got something to prove this year. I've been busting my arse for almost eight months to get to this moment.

All I can do is chuckle. I'm honestly ecstatic about this pairing. This whiskey is just what the doctor ordered to cap the night off. I better find Ben soon or he is going to be shit out of luck on the good stuff right here.

Max: So, this is a pleasant surprise. I never could have imagined that I would be paired up with Myra this year. That's the fun of the Blast, and why I keep coming back. You just never know how the draw is going to play out. Last year, in our match I could feel Myra's passion in that ring. You're blind if you don't see how much she wants this. It radiates off her. She is a technician after my own heart in there. We're a lot alike actually. We've taken our dips into the dark side when needed. However, no matter what it's for the good of our business. When you've been around this business as long as we have respect means something. Hell, I grew up with one of the most famous and infamous names in Maritime wrestling. If you don't have that respect, you'll definitely have a whole different level of it after squaring off with professional wrestlers like Myra Rivers and myself. I'm patiently waiting to hear who we will be staring across the ring from for the opening round.

I pause for a moment, measuring my words carefully.

Max: One thing is for certain. It doesn't matter the team's name that is drawn to step up in the opening round of Blast From The Past X against us. Rest assured, this year my focus is 100% on this match. No distractions. The machine is being restored and upgraded. I'm ready to reintroduce myself to everyone in Sin City Wrestling.



Into The Void X pre-show. Post Boombox Ladder match. This was a grueling encounter with Alex Rush. Laying in the ring looking up at the lights, and Alex Rush standing over me victoriously.. I feel it. That familiar pain. The pain of defeat. But, not just the pain of defeat. I wish it was just the pain of defeat. Nope, if only I could have been that lucky. This pain is all too familiar. Now is the waiting game to see how bad this is going to be.

Max: Damnit. Get the doc. I can't believe this is happening again. This is just fuckin' fantastic.

The ref nods, and throws up the infamous X. They turn to check on me. All I can do is muster a tentative thumps up as I slam my fist into the mat. I take a deep breath through the pain. I just need to close my eyes and block everything out until the doc gets here. I reach down, but dare not move my knee pad an inch. I don't know how bad it is, but it definitely feels bad as the adrenaline begins to wear down. The realization is setting in that this is the first step in a journey I was hoping I wouldn't have to take again. But, here we are. It wasn't a cake walk the first time. It definitely won't be any easier this time, but this is not how I'm going out. Not a chance. I've worked too damn hard on this comeback to go out like this. I'll be back. Count on it.

Max: Fuck. It's the same knee.

The doc slides in. She gives me a smile, and I muster one back gritting my teeth. Doctor Gracie Staggs' team is the best. I put her and her team through way too much during my GRIME Nightmare championship reign. I feel like Dalton in Roadhouse. They've patched me up so many times in the past year. Skip the freezing. Hit me with those staples doc.

Max: Ooooh hey Doc. I heard a pop. I was just hanging out here for a minute. Ya know... safety first. It's the same knee that I had repaired. Be gentle.

She reaches down, and starts to meticulously inspect the damage. She slowly and carefully moves my knee to get a feel for what's going on. It definitely doesn't feel great. I can tell you that much. Just got to keep a positive mindset no matter what this is.

Doc: Smart plan. You're going to be fine. You did it once. You'll do it again. Ok. I'm going to slide down your knee pad. I don't think I need to ask pain levels eh?

Ok she got me to crack. I've got a death grip on the towel that the doc brought into the ring as she inches my knee pad down. Fuckin' thing is already swelling up way too fast. That is not a good sign. Ok suck it up Max. Let's get the worst part over with.

Max: Lovely doc. Rip it like a bandaid. Let's go. Go ahead. Pain level? Solid 6 or 7 for sure. Ooook maybe a bit higher.

Doc: It's not ballet right? There we go. Let's get a better look now ok?

Max: Don't I know it. Do your thing. I'm not going anywhere am I.

Ok that was lame. The knee pad is fully off. Doc takes a closer look, and starts checking the damage. Yeah that doesn't feel right. She gets handed an ice pack, and places it on my knee gently. They are always so considerate of us. The cold creeps under my skin, and I'm immediately thankful for even a smidge of relief right now at this moment in time. Here comes the fun part. Let's see if I can put any weight on this.

Doc: Let's get you out of here. Nice and slow ok? Let them take your weight. You know the deal.

Max: You got it. Thanks doc. You're the best. Hell, the whole team is great. Tell them thanks for me. I have a feeling I might not be seeing the gang for a bit. Hopefully not too long.

Doc: You got it Max. You better not be a stranger. Everyone knows to come to you for a proper drink.

She's got a good point. Maybe I'll visit from time to time. Can't stay away forever. Easy does it as I slide out of the ring with some assistance from the exceptional SCU medical team. Ok yeah, that's not happening. I'm not even risking trying to put weight on this broken wheel. I need to be smart about this. You are not 20 anymore Max. Look on the bright side, this is the opportunity for the break I've earned. The real work begins now. Let's see how long it's going to take to get back. My story in professional wrestling isn't finished yet. Sin City is home, and I'll be back if it's the last thing I do.



(Friday February 11 2022)

Vegas at night. It's next level. You just can't truly appreciate it until you're here to experience it first hand. Tonight is a bucket list item checked off. I honestly have no clue how I've never been here before. I'm ashamed of myself. This is a must see when in Nevada.

Max: The time is finally here. Vegas at night is brilliant. You just can't comprehend. And when you think of Vegas you cannot not think of NEON. I've been wanting to visit here for way too long. Welcome to the world famous Neon Boneyard at the Neon Museum.

I make my way into the Boneyard. It truly is astonishing just how beautiful it is. You can almost feel the warmth of the signs as the colors light up the night sky.

Max: This is history. Vegas through the ages. You can hear the stories. Look at this. Can you even imagine? You can't help but feel nostalgic when you are surrounded by all of this.

The Neon Boneyard is a magical place. There is every color and sign possibility that you can think of and more. Every turn of the head reveals new rusty treasure. Just breathe in the cool evening air, and remember this. You're not home in the Maritimes where they have had over a hundred centimeters in three snowstorms. My back thanks you Sin City Wrestling and Mr. Mark Ward for the new contract just in time.

Max: It's hard to take it all in. This is what I love to do when I need to focus. Jump in the car, and drive without a destination. Let the road take you where you need to be. This week it's the opening round of the tenth anniversary of Blast From The Past. Myra and I have been matched against Audrey Russow and Miles Kasey. This week I come home to Sin City Wrestling. You see it's been quite the journey to get to this show for me. My last match was in May. That night at Inception V I squared off against Alex Rush in a ladder match. Let's just say I crashed and burned. That night I reinjured my surgically repaired knee.

Deeper and deeper into the Boneyard the path is illuminated by some of the best art I've ever witnessed in my life. It truly is inspiring. The history within this neon playground reminds of my lineage, and why I keep doing this. Professional wrestling is in my blood. I do this for my family. I do this for our future.

Max: Luckily, it was the best case scenario. Surgeon was as realistic as I was going in that day of the procedure. Given my history, he was adamant to open up my knee and get a proper look. Turns out it just needed a little clean up and there was a slight tear that needed repairing. I definitely dodged a bullet this time. I took the opportunity to rest and rehab some nagging things. The smartest decision I've ever made I think. I took my time. I didn't push it. I didn't rush it. This pandemic has for me just like it has for many people put things into perspective. It truly made me appreciate everything I have. My family. My friends. My health. This...

I just look down at my knee and shake my head. The shadows cast by the rusty neon gold are a photographer's dream. I really am falling in love with this place. I will be back. No doubt about it.

Max: This has been the bane of my existence, and also the catalyst for so many of my life-changing events. During my run in the Underground I went through hell and back week after week. You see this is where I differ from Miles. The young boy of the Wolfslair crumbles under the pressure. You let the monsters break you. Me? What did I do?

Memories flood back, and the smile on my face grows to Joker level proportions. I do feel like I'm in a movie walking through the Boneyard. I should have done this a helluva long time ago. The possibilities are endless.

Max: I spit in the face of The Monstimals' faces, and ripped Lord Raab's Nightmare championship from his bloody, broken clutches. The GRIME World Nightmare championship is the Roulette championship taken to the deepest darkest corners of your mind that you can imagine on a weekly basis. For the next EIGHT months, I bled buckets pretty much every match. I was burned for that championship. These matches tempered me like steel in a blacksmith's fire. These matches every week breathed new life into my career. You can't even imagine how that felt Milo. You crumbed. You know that.

Flashes of my rivalry with Hitamashii dance in my head. This was a game of one-upmanship that I treasured. There is nothing better than a bloody rivalry to sink your teeth into. We battled for months over my title.

Max: My rein set a record that stands to this day. No matter what they threw at me I found a way to come out on top. Hitamashii and his gang of misfit toys tried everything in the books and failed again and again. You see the more I bled, the more my confidence grew. With every title defense I proved night in and night out that my experience was a key to my success. Ifind a way to win by any means necessary. I've forgotten more moves than you have learned in your career, kid. Milo, you did a smart thing joining the ranks of the Wolfslair.

I turn the corner and am greeted by the iconic red glow of the Stardust neon. This sign is massive. It's awe-inspiring up close like this at ground level. This is definitely one of the selling points for sure. Good plan Max. Well done. Don't wait so long next time.

Max: You have a lot to learn Milo, you've admitted that in the past. It's commendable that you were aware of it. Surrounding yourself with like-minded individuals is extremely important to addressing holes in your game that you can work on. Seeking out help was the right thing to do. There is no doubt about that. There is a small issue though.

I soak in the warmth of the neon as I continue down the path.

Max: Let me ask you something Milo? I want you to really consider what I'm about to say. Listen closely to my words. Think hard.

I turn another corner, and there high in the night sky is a Vegas landmark. The Hard Rock Cafe guitar. The music lover that I am, I have to pause for an extra moment to take in the craftsmanship. This is another one that takes on a new life this close up. This is probably my new favorite. C'mon you can't deny music history.

Max: How's that working out for you? Wolfslair has had a rough go lately eh? You sought out the Wolfslair to work on your shortcomings, but how can you truly be confident in your personal growth and the outcome with the results of the team lately? Every member of your team has been coming up just a teeny tiny bit short over, and over again. It really must be disheartening to see your teammates' heartbreak time and again. It's always in the back of your mind. It's a ton of pressure. You want to be the one to turn things around don't you? Blast From The Past is your chance to get another chance at that big gold belt. Didn't go so well the last time you had a chance to get there right? Here's the thing Milo...

I reach the end of the Neon Boneyard, and it is admittedly far more wonderful than even I expected. I take one long last look around at which is without a doubt in my top five spots I've been lucky enough to visit due to this crazy life called professional wrestling.

Max: I hate to break it to you. It's not going to happen this week. I've been working towards this very moment since May. I have been 100% focused on this match. You need to realize that you have bitten off more than you can chew. This week is not the Wolfslair's rebound week. You see Myra has been on a tear. She took out myself and Amy in last year's Blast From The Past. I became a fan of Myra Rivers that evening. She was really impressive, and continued to impress me round after round. I watched Myra and Mac put on a clinic through every round. I don't think you can fathom how motivated she is to win this whole damn tournament this year. I've been so fired up because of how locked in Myra is right now. This is a year of retribution for both of us.

As I head out into the Nevada night my mind is clear, and I know what must be done. This is our year. I've been busting my ass at physiotherapy. I've been putting in the work at the gym. I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm ready. I've been ready for a while. I've never been this focused. This is our time.

Max: Miles... Audrey... be prepared for a fight come Climax Control. I've had some of my favorite Sin City Wrestling moments during Blast From The Past over the years. This tournament is all about the respect for professional wrestling and our storied history. You are stepping into the ring with Max Burke. I bleed this business. I need to reintroduce myself to everyone in a violent way. Milo I'm sorry it has to be you who is the victim of my pent-up aggression. It's been a long break. Too long. I need to stretch someone. Milo you are that someone. Milo do you know how long it's been since I suplexed someone that isn't my family or a student? Far too long. That ends Sunday. Sin City Wrestling you know my lineage. You know my history here. I'm always good for a fight. This Sunday, Myra Rivers and Max Burke send a message to the rest of the field. Unfortunately for Milo Kasey and Audrey Russow, you are the vessels for our message. Best of luck. See you Sunday.








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Climax Control Archives / A New Focus - Blast Opening Round
« on: February 11, 2021, 07:50:03 PM »
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.



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.



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.



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.



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.



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Supercard Archives / MAX BURKE vs CASEY WILLIAMS
« on: January 12, 2018, 08:16:30 PM »
 
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BURKE: This Sunday... it’s time.

Max breathes heavily. You can see that he is torn. Max strokes his beard. He runs his finger over his lips. He hesitates for a moment before continuing.

BURKE: This Sunday... Max Burke steps between the ropes for the final time ever.

He bites his bottom lip as he struggles to speak the words he is contemplating. Max sighs.

BURKE: Win... lose... or draw... this is it. Sunday night when I step inside the squared circle against Casey Williams will be the final time I lace up my boots professionally. Honestly, I can’t believe those words just left my body.

Max clears his throat. The camera pans down as it shows ice swirling inside a glass. Max lifts the glass to his lips, and takes a sip of the bourbon inside.

BURKE: This Sunday night, Casey Williams and I will go out on our shields. Casey is someone I respect. He has accomplished a lot in this business. He is a man that I’ve grown to call brother. We speak daily. This is why it had to be Casey. I have too much respect for Casey to not have the match of our lives on Sunday night. We are going to destroy each other for you... the fans.  Love me... hate me... (Max winks at the camera) hi Mr. Grayson... people respect what I’ve done for this business. I bring out the best of people in that ring. I’m the first one behind the curtain to congratulate you on a helluva performance. I’ll also be the one to be blunt, and tell you when you dropped the ball. But, I’ll also be the first to show you that guidance... and share my knowledge to help you improve. I’ll always be that guy. That is why people respect me. Hell, people respect the SCW crew for everything we’ve accomplished in such a short period of time. We TOOK over this business. Nobody was as consistent as we were. No one put on the quality from the opening bell to the closing curtain calls that we did. We did this together whether we liked each other, or simply tolerated each other. SCW is our house. SCW is my family.

Max raises his glass to the camera.

BURKE: Here’s to everyone from the boys and girls in the back; to legends that have ridden off into the sunset; to the staff that kept these doors open for all of these glorious years. And here’s to the two men that are the heartbeat, and life blood of Sin City Wrestling... Mark... Christian... take a fuckin’ bow. Cheers to everyone.

Max pours the bourbon back. He proceeds to smashes the glass on the concrete.

BURKE: Sin City Wrestling... Sunday night... we do what we do. We blow the goddamn roof off the arena. We leave it all in the middle of that ring. We light this fucker up like the fourth of July, and burn this sonofabitch to the goddamn ground in a blaze of glory. This is our night! This is our moment! This is it! See you Sunday Casey... be ready son... I’m coming to prove why I am Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree. Born to wrestle... bred to win.


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Supercard Archives / MAX BURKE vs CASEY WILLIAMS
« on: January 06, 2018, 03:57:44 PM »
 A dark, cold room with cement floors, and walls. It’s dark. It’s dark except a single overhead spotlight that reveals a tattered ring in the center of the room. Simple. Not flashy. Black canvas. Black ring skirt. A simple “B” in gold is stamped in the center of the ring. The man emerges from the darkness, and steps into the light. Max Burke, the prodigal son returns.

Max Burke: Sin.

Shadows bounce off his face as the light swings overhead.

Max Burke:Sin City.

His ice blue eyes glint when the light swings by.

Max Burke: ... the end is near.

Max strokes his chin for a moment, before continuing.

Max Burke: The final countdown until the lights dim for the final show in the history of Sin City Wrestling.

A sly smirk creeps onto his face.

Max Burke: Mark Ward, personally called me to give me the news. It took me a moment. An ever slight moment... to ask for a one night contract.

The smirk begins to grow,

Max Burke: I did not hesitate however, when I called my shot.

A cheshire grin is in full effect now. Max chuckles under his breath.

Max Burke: The answer was simple... Casey. When Casey accepted in the middle of the ring it made my night.

Max runs his fingers through his hair. The camera zooms in slowly, focusing on Max’s eyes.

Max Burke: It would not surprise if most people wondered why Casey? The Freight Train Of Pain is a man that I’ve stood across from in the ring. He is a man that I’ve stood next to side by side fighting the good fight of professional wrestling. I’ve helped mentor Casey’s students over the years. What Casey teaches them in strong style, hard nosed fuck you up style... I pass on my ring psychology. I give them my technical knowledge. I bend, and break them mentally, and physically on that mat. I always knew Casey would be the one.

He nods his head, and pauses ever so briefly again.
Max Burke: Casey... on the final night of Sin City Wrestling you step between those ropes against the man that knows you better than you even know yourself. You’re bigger. You’re stronger. Everyone knows that. Everyone knows that you have a mean streak the size of Texas.

Burke lowers his head, calculating his next words.

Max Burke: Something that I have that you do not... knowledge. Yeah, you’re a veteran. You’ve done a ton in this industry. You paved the way for a lot of youngsters to step between these ropes, and chase their dreams. I’ve still forgotten more than you ever learned throughout your years on this god awful planet Casey. Listen to me closely Mr. Williams. This is the end. On this evening; everything ends. No more spotlights. No more fans running in fear. No more adulation. It all ends in less than two weeks. On this night Casey Williams, you step inside the ring against the man that walks away from this beautiful form of sports and entertainment with his arm raised in victory. This is simply a fact. It’s time for Max Burke to end the career once and for all of Casey Williams. Rest in peace Casey. You will be missed.



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Supercard Archives / Ivan Darrell Vs Max Burke
« on: May 12, 2017, 02:53:40 PM »
 
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BURKE: Into the void... how true are those words.

We find Max in the shadows of Central Park. Max is dressed head to toe in black Adidas workout gear. Max has the hood of the jacket up, and a bead of sweat is sneaking down his face from his brow. He breathes in deep before continuing.

BURKE: It’s been an intriguing journey returning to Sin City Wrestling. The path has been filled with twists, and turns that even I could not have predicted.

Max pops the top on his water bottle, and takes a long drink. He wipes his mouth, and then his brow.

BURKE: Nobody expected Mercedes, and I to co-exist in this thing. Mercedes has always been out for herself, and would even jeopardize her opportunity to win another championship by not showing up mentally for the semi-finals.

Max’s nostrils flare, as he thinks back to two weeks ago.

BURKE: That primadonna completely wasted our golden opportunity. She can spin it however she wants. She broke going into the semi-finals. She dropped the ball. Sam showed just how WEAK the little girl truly is.

Max shakes his head in frustration before taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

BURKE: The Blast was the reason I came back to SCW. The Blast is over. Yes, Mark offered a contract to me. This is true. It is something that I have thought long, and hard about.

Max strokes his beard. He runs his fingers through to the tip.

BURKE: The fact of the matter is this. This world is filled with endless possibilities, and opportunities. I stepped away when I did to seek out those. I step away again after Into The Void to continue that path I was on. Into The Void is the end of Max Burke here in Sin City Wrestling. I said it since my first day back, my eyes were opened during my time away from the sport. Life is good. Wrestling will always be in my blood. The competitive itch will always be there. But, there is more to life than wrestling. Ivan, our first encounter was a lesson to you. I believe that lesson was learned. Sunday, this is your time to apply those lessons. Let’s show everyone the beauty that is the art of professional wrestling. Thank you Sin City.

Max clears his throat, and a single tear forms in the corner of his eye.


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Climax Control Archives / I've got a confession...
« on: April 28, 2017, 09:58:40 PM »
 
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We step inside the doors of the infamous South Boston gym, opened by the legendary Peter Welch. If you could smell what you are seeing, a smile would be on your face. Leather... blood... sweat... tears. You can smell the aroma of South Boston fighting lore inside this facility. This is a REAL gym. Nothing fancy. Politically correct? Not so much. PG13? Nope. You leave your ego at the door, or you will regret it as soon as you step on the mat. In the distance we see Max Burke. He is standing on the ring apron of one of the boxing rings in the center of the facility. He is focused on the action inside, as the camera comes in close. Max turns ever so slightly, and points inside to the young prospect inside the ropes.

BURKE: My journey is intriguing. My journey is fate. The deeper Mercedes and I advance in the Blast, the clearer the picture becomes. The “random” drawing was not random at all. This journey that we have embarked on is meant to be. My return is meant to be. The 2017 Blast has brought me to my homes away from home. Philly... now South Boston. The 2017 Blast is grooming our greatness even greater than it has ever been. It’s funny how this is playing out honestly. Nobody expected this to happen.

Max leans against the ropes of the boxing ring at Peter Welch’s South Boston institution. He watches on as a young prospect works mits with one of the grizzled veterans of the gym.

BURKE: You see that logo in the center of that ring. That is the crest of craftsmanship. That is the crest of champions. Peter Welch is a builder of champions. He is not just a teacher. No, this man is the architect behind legendary Boston careers. He is one of my most trusted mentors these days. He is a key advisor on this journey.

The young man snaps off a combo that stings the hands of the veteran, and he gives the kid a nod of respect before signaling him to continue. The kid fires off another right, and then a left cross. He finishes with a stiff right uppercut. Sweat flies off his brow. He swipes it away with the cuff of his boxing glove.

BURKE: He has guided so many careers across multiple arts. Peter’s vision is extraordinary. He takes you from that shit piece of coal, and moulds you into a diamond. He studies you. He watches your tapes. He breaks them down. He breaks you down. He breaks you down to your core, and then it is time. Time to rebuild.

The buzzer goes off, and the young man comes back to the ropes where Max is. Max squirts a bit of water in the open mouth of the youngster. The kid gives it a few swirls and spits it into the bucket at ringside. He is exhausted, but you can see the determination in his eyes. He won’t show weakness. He won’t quit on the old man in the center of the ring sharing his knowledge. He knows the gravity of the lessons being passed down to him. Max, uncharacteristically gives the kid a pat on the cheek, and a nod in approval. The kid is summoned back to the center of the ring, this time for a sparring session with another prospect.

BURKE: I have taken every aspect of my game, and stripped it back to its roots. I knew deep down, it is what was needed. I went to Philly. I rounded out my mixed martial arts there. I came here. Peter, and his staff had a lot to fine tune, but a lot to work with of course. He has taken my hands, and made them weapons. If you look back on my Sin City Wrestling career, look closely. There is no comparison... zero. Hand speed. Punching power. Footwork. Angles. Everything. Night and day compared to where I was three years ago. The biggest thing that I have improved is my ability to see.

The camera zooms in tight to the cold blue eyes of Max Burke. The glisten of approval of the young prospect is gone. It is replaced by extreme focus. The shot pulls out slowly as he continues.

BURKE: Yes, I said see. I see what I am now going to do three... four steps ahead before I do them. It’s not preplanning. It’s vision. I see also see what you are going to do before you do it. You need to have that ability to see where the fight is going to go. It doesn’t matter if it’s within these ropes, inside of a cage, or on the street. Your ability to do this means... you win. Ben, we’ve known each other a long time. I’ve watched countless matches of yours. You might not think it, but you are predictable. You play that good guy, fan favorite card way too often son. I will exploit you come Sunday night. Wait and see friend.


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BURKE: Music. It soothes my soul. It takes me to places that only the legends of yesteryear can. Waters, Redding, Charles, Wonder, Bowie, Mercury, Nicks, Fogerty, Cash, Jennings, Haggard... the list goes on. You cannot compare old school rock, country, blues, and soul to the garbage that pollutes this generation. The messages are timeless. The musicianship is remarkable.

We find Max at another legendary Boston institution, “In Your Ear!” record shop. Hidden below the streets of Boston are decades of experience the retail music industry. The folks that are behind the counter are fountains of knowledge of genres past and present. In the shop, it’s the farthest thing from a current retail music store. Dusty, scuffed up milk crates from decades of use line the floors. There are rows, upon rows of LPs spanning the generations.

BURKE: This is where I love to come when I am not in between those ropes, or at the gym perfecting my craft. I love the hunt. I love the dust. I love the cover art. I love the smell. I love crate digging for vinyl.

Max, sitting cross legged on the floor is flipping through crate after crate when a grin graces his face. He pulls out a very colorful cover. He runs his fingers over the front, tracing out the faces of one of, if not his favorite band. He flips the record over, and reads the tracklist. The smile grows even bigger. He turns the cover to the camera so that he can get a good shot.

BURKE: Sweet. I’m a Queen collector. I don’t have this one yet. “Hot Space” is an interesting one. They’re pretty synth heavy on it. This is when they were at each other’s throats thanks to Freddie’s manager, and the new sound that he wanted for the band. “Under Pressure” is one of my favorite Queen tunes ever. This is cool. I’m definitely taking this one.

Max sets the LP aside, and keeps flipping through the crates. Max slides one crate back into its home, and pulls out another. This one is simply labeled as rock. His fingers fly through the crate with grace that comes with years of crate digging experience.

BURKE: Vinyl definitely tames the beast that is deep within my soul. It is a way for me to come down after my matches. I’ve got a Crosley suitcase player that I take on the road with me. I’ve got a stack of 20 or so LPs that I bring with me, but I definitely like to visit the locals shops in the area that we are in. It’s fun to dig, and find those hidden gems.

Max pulls out The Byrds debut album “Mr. Tambourine Man”. He slips the wax out of its cover, and inspects it quickly with a keen eye. The jacket has seen better days, but the vinyl itself looks barely played. He adds it to his stack on the floor next to him. He continues flipping through LP after LP.

BURKE: Vinyl isn’t just a way for me to unwind after the matches. No, not at all. It’s my way to get in the proper headspace. There are certain artists, groups, and songs that take me where I need to be before a match. During the day leading up to a match I listen to more alternative and heavy metal. Alice Cooper, Ozzy, Nirvana, STP, Metallica are a few of my favorites to get me amped, and focused before a match throughout the day. When we get to an hour before the match, that’s when my ritual begins. Cash... and only Cash. The Man In Black is always what I listen to just before I head out. He has always been head and shoulders above the rest for me since I was a youngster. I have over 20 of his LPs and 45s. There will never be another John R. Cash. The man fires me up every damn time, and gets me where I need to be. Cash was such a badass. Hell, he was even a badass in his gospel days. The man was the definition of a messenger. Nobody, and I mean nobody tells a story like Johnny Cash. The man’s passion was thrown at each and every audience he was ever in front of. Didn’t matter if it was in church, or a maximum security prison. He captivated every single person in the audience. Look at his longevity in the music industry. That didn’t happen by accident. J.R. Cash was unwavering in his way. He didn’t conform for nobody. He is definitely someone that I look up to for that reason. I take a lot of my mannerisms from that man. I take a lot of my style from that man. I definitely have his attitude that is for damned sure. You don’t like me, or the way I do things... good on you. I don’t need your approval, and I don’t want it. I do things my way in, and out of that ring every single day. That will never change. Not ever.

Max grabs his stack of LPs, and heads over to the counter across the room. He hands the vinyl to the clerk. The clerk expertly inspects each record before ringing up the total owed. Max peels off a few bills, and hands them to the old man with a smile. They shake hands, and part ways.


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Gate of Heaven Catholic Church

BURKE: I confess to Almighty God and to you, Father, that I have sinned. My last confession was two months ago. I have come to the Gate of Heaven to seek forgiveness.

Max has indeed come to the Gate of Heaven. He is at the historic Gate of Heaven Catholic Church in South Boston. Max is well dressed this evening for his visit to this South Boston institution. He has a slim fitting black suit with matching tie, and white shirt. He has his hair down, but his sunglasses keep it out of his face. He sits facing the screen, as the silhouette of the elderly priest listens intently.

PRIEST: Go on.

BURKE: Since then, I have committed mortal sins. They are outbursts of rage, selfish rivalries, and jealousy. You see father, I am a professional wrestler. It is a figurative cutthroat business that I am employed. There are often times that I lose control, and take things too far. There are times when I without remorse make my opponent on that day suffer for various reasons... or no reason at all. I came here today, as I believe that this will occur coming up this Sunday evening.

The priest shifts in his chair slightly. Max clutches the seat of the chair, and slides in closer to the screen.

PRIEST: How so? It’s okay. Go on son. Explain yourself. Why do you think this will happen?

Max runs his fingers through his hair. He wipes a small drop of sweat away. He rubs the back of his neck before continuing on with his confession.

BURKE: Well, I left the business three years ago to find myself. I was no longer satisfied with my life, and my goals. I recently came back to participate in a tournament to see if I still had the inspiration... the itch to compete. I have competed twice now, and I have been successful on this most recent journey. My partner, and I have dominated thus far to the surprise of many given my lengthy absence. They all thought I would drag her down, and that has stirred up emotions that I did not even realise were there. Deep down, a burning desire to prove everyone wrong has caused fits of jealousy to surface. You see, I left feeling unfinished. I left before because I fell short in my quest to become the champion of the company. I was angered at the fact that the loss was none of my doing, and now that individual IS the champion of the company. He took a shortcut that even I, as dastardly as I have been in my professional wrestling career... I’d never take. The burning fire of hate for this individual, and his coconspirator is making it clear that I need to make a statement this Sunday.

The silhouette nods as he gathers his words for a moment. Max takes off his sunglasses, and tucks them in his suit jacket pocket. He rolls his hair elastic off his wrist. He pulls his hair back, and quickly ties it up. He adjusts his tie, and unfastens the top button of his dress shirt.

PRIEST: Are these the individuals you are facing on Sunday evening? Why do you believe you need to make a statement?

Max ponders his words that he is about to speak for a moment. Even in the safety of a  confessional he is still very calculating... exact.

BURKE: Unfortunately, no. They will have to wait until a future time. I believe he will pay for his sins this week, as the former champion is outraged at what happened. A miniscule part of my being fears for the paper champion’s safety, but then I remember what he did. The reason I need to make a statement this Sunday is simple. There are still doubters. People have taken me lightly. Some, my first round opponent in particular, did not do his research. He was foolish in not taking me seriously. People warned him, but he did not heed the warning. He paid for this dearly, and is watching from the sidelines as myself and Ms. Vargas advance week after week. This week however is the perfect opportunity to finally silence the doubters once, and for all. This week, I stand across the ring from one of the only true faces of this company. Ben, and I go back years. We are basically the definition of good versus evil in this wrestling industry. He has fans, young and old, around the globe. I on the other hand, I have legions of detractors... doubters. Oh, sure there are some that love to cheer on the bad guy. That’s all well, and good. I don’t want their cheers. I don’t need their cheers. I don’t need their acceptance. Ben, he fits that role. He shakes the hands. He kisses the babies. He poses for the pictures with his fans. I respect his marketability. I respect what he does for the company, but it’s not his time. It’s mine. He’s complacent. He has shown a lack of desire to go after that proverbial brass ring. He’s settled into his role as the fan favorite. He’s the company man.

PRIEST: So, why Ben? Why make the statement against this man? It sounds like you have a mutual respect for each other.

BURKE: We do. That does not change the fact of the matter is this. Ben Jordan needs to step aside. While he has become complacent in being the face of the company, I have been torturing myself for three excruciating years. Three years I have been going back and forth on a daily basis trying to decide if my time in this crazy game that we call professional wrestling was truly over. Torturing myself constantly without a doubt played tricks with my mind... and my passion for wrestling. I knew I had more in me. I knew I had more in me, but I needed this time away to focus on myself. Distancing myself from professional wrestling was difficult. I was born into this industry, and for me to walk away from it completely was heart wrenching. It was a necessary evil. It needed to be done to refocus, and dedicate myself. When the call for Blast From The Past 2017 came, I weighed the pros and cons with a heavy conscious. Could I? Would I? Should I? The questions bounced around like a pinball inside of my mind.

Max becomes uneasy in his chair as the memory floods back, and smacks him in the face. He strokes his beard, as beads of sweat form on his brow. He slips off his suit jacket, and hangs it over the back of the chair. He unfastens the button on each of his shirt sleeves. He slowly rolls the sleeves up to his elbow.

PRIEST: And how did you come to your answer my son?

BURKE: My uncle was my answer.

PRIEST: You spoke with him?

BURKE: No. Actually, he passed away several years ago. He never got to see me make it to this level in professional wrestling. That fact still eats away at me every damn day. He was one of my main mentors, and trainers. He was more than that though. He was the driving force behind my ability to succeed throughout my career. His unwavering belief in me, and his stern hand was what pushed me on. There were many times throughout the years that I thought about giving up on this journey, but his voice in my head always smacked me with reality. He just simply wouldn’t let me give up. That was a cop out, and he knew I was destined for great things in my life. He knew that I was meant to restore the wrestling in this foolish sports entertainment business that it has evolved into. This current crop of men, and women in our business are, for the most part... “sports entertainers”. They are so disrespectful to the lineage and history of professional wrestling. I am not a “sports entertainer”. I am a professional wrestler. These “sports entertainers” have become lost on the path of entertaining the fans, and their branding. I am of the old school. I am of the art of professional wrestling. I need to restore the faith of the ones that have come before me, and bring our industry back to what it was about.

Max has become agitated as he speaks. He cracks his knuckles... one by one. He tilts his head side to side cracking it also. The priest recognizes this, and speaks to Max in a calming tone that only a man of the faith can.

PRIEST: What is that?

BURKE: Respect. Tradition. WRESTLING. These “sports entertainers” have lost their way father. My return... no... my crusade is to show the masses what true professional wrestling is all about. Week after week, I am making a difference. Slowly, but surely I see more and more people sitting a little closer on the edge of their seats. I see their focus shifting. I see the appreciation for the intricacies of the moves that I paint on their visual canvas grow as each week passes. Sometimes those strokes need to be painful. Sometimes those strokes need to have cruel intentions behind them. Each week, my methodical breakdown of my subject has become intensified. I am striving for perfection. I am growing ever closer to that perfection. This week, Ben is the subject of my painting. This week, the strokes of my brush are ten times more intentional. I am crafting my masterpiece, and he is another key aspect of the finished piece. This is why I am here. Father, I am about to sin on Sunday, and I ask for your forgiveness for what I desire to accomplish on my way to the championship. For these and all the sins that I have committed during my life, I am deeply sorry.

Max sits back in his chair, but there is a change. Max’s infamous devilish grin has appeared on his face. He fastens the top button of his shirt, and adjusts his tie. He slips his jacket back on. Max reaches into his jacket pocket, and pulls out a flask of whiskey. He unscrews the top, and takes a long drink. He screws the top back on, and tucks it back into his jacket pocket. The priest, unknowing of the change on the other side of the screen pauses for a moment before speaking.

PRIEST: Son, your craving for the outcome you desire may be in your heart wholesome, but be cautious on the path that you take. Trust in the Lord, and he will guide you.

BURKE: Forgive me father. I need to cut you off right there. First, I’m not Catholic.  Second... I don’t appreciate that holier than thou tone you just took with me. G’night.

Max chuckles, and abruptly swings open the door of the confessional. The priest opens his door, but he is too late as Max Burke is already storming out of the church. Max busts through the doors of the church onto the front steps, and takes in a deep breath of cruel satisfaction leading the priest on.

BURKE: Ben Jordan. Sam Marlowe. Your team, like ours were considered the underdogs of this tournament. We all want this for one reason or another. I’ve said it since my first day back with this company. This is my redemption. The past is simply that. This week, more than any other is the time that I take this company by its balls, and flip it upside down. This Sunday, I retire Ben Jordan.


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