[Maxwell Sangerus heads down the hall way with a smile on his face. He is now dressed to compete in a white singlet with dragon, skulls and starts, all designed by the Miami Ink team. Black boots with kick pads, black taped fist and forearms. His long black hair pulled back into a pony tail. He stops and opens the locket on his neck.]
Maxwell Sangerus: Well Dad. This is it. This is the big time. Time to make an impression and get that contract. And Mr. Cardin said I might even get a spot in this Soul Survivor tournament to face the world champion. Man it don't get any better than this, so much riding on tonight.
[Maxwell looks up to the sky a small tear falls down his face.]
Maxwell Sangerus: I won't let you down father. I will become a success and a champion. I promise.
[Maxwell wipes the tears away on his wrist tape and takes a deep breath and turns the corner. He stops as he sees a very short cut dress showing just enough skin to make any man drool. The female in that dress slowly stands back up from bending over to pick up some papers. Her red hair falling into place with a swipe of a hand. The female turns around and is revealed to be Kitiara Alexandrov. Maxwell takes a big gulp as he eyes this foreign beauty up and down. Kitiara smiles upon seeing Maxwell's glances. She proactively struts up to him looking him up and down.]
Kitiara: MMMM. Zdravstvujte ! Kak vas zovut?
[Maxwell tilts his head as Kitiara runs her bright red finger nails across his chest as she rounds Maxwell slowly.]
Maxwell Sangerus: Umm what was that?
Kitiara: OH. Zilly me. That vas Russian. I said. Hello! Who are you?
Maxwell Sangerus: Ohh. Umm I'm Maxwell Sangarus. And umm, you are?
[Maxwell closes his eyes as Kitiara slowly blows across his ear as she puts her hands on his shoulders. A big smile comes across his face, could today get any better. Not only did he have a chance at contract and a shot in a tournament, but now this hot Russian chick was going to take him to the mile high club.]
Kitiara: Muumm Vor you, I can be anything…
[Kitiara turns Maxwell around and pulls Maxwell over to the wall and leans back Maxwell shrugs and goes in for a kiss. As he does the very large frame of the "Russian Juggernaut" Kazakov Harkov rounds the corner. His shadow overtakes the wall and he stands there looking like an enraging bull as his nostrils flare. His eyes take a very angry looks and his mouth snarls. Maxwell freezes as the Monster man clenches his fist causing the joints in his hands to pop with a sickening sound that echoes, and sends a eerie chill down your spine.]
Harkov: Chjort! Vhat iz dis! Kitiara!
[Harkov's deep booming voice echoes through the halls as he screams in anger. Maxwell takes a big gulp and turns around only to have his eyes nearly jump out of his head and run away. Maxwell tries to exit but a quick thrust and Harkov pins Maxwell to the wall with his massive hand wrapping around his throat. ]
Harkov: Explain!
Kitiara: Kaza! I vas doing nothing. Dis American scum pressed me against wall, and seeks to do unthinkable things!
[Harkov's face turns red what's left visible under his mask. Maxwell shakes his head no and tries to deny what happen, but Harkov tightens his grip turning Maxwell's face red.]
Harkov: Nyet. Kitiara is good voman! You try to defile her! You must be punished!
[Harkov draws Maxwell back and then slams his head into the wall. He then whips him into the other wall face first causing Maxwell's nose to shatter and explode in a waterfall of blood. A large right sends Maxwell crumbling to the floor as he holds his hands to his nose and screams in agony. Kazakov grabs Maxwell's legs and twist slinging Maxwell head first into the wall causing any screams to fade out as Maxwell falls unconscious. The Russian Destroyer then lifts his foot up and drives it down on Maxwell's chest, and throat causing a slicking crunching sound. Kazakov then leans down and grabs Maxwell by the arm and drags him to a nearby door. Kitiara just smiles a evil sadistic smile as she watches her monster destroy this young man before his dreams could even be realized.]
Harkov: You vill regret putting hand upon my Kitiara!
[Harkov opens the door and places Maxwell's arms in the door. Harkov steps back and then kicks the door shut causing a slicking snapping sound to fill the halls. Maxwell thrashes around in pain but no sound comes from his open mouth. Kazakov stares down with a sick smile as Kitiara pulls Harkov away by the hand. As the two start to walk away, Jesse Jamester comes round the corner.]
Jesse Jamester: Somebody get a medic!
[Running to the aid of Maxwell who lies writhing in pain, Jesse pulls him to the wall and holds him up so he can see what's wrong. He knows there's nothing he can do, the arms are shattered. Blood seeps from Maxell's face in several different locations, Maxwell moves his mouth, but no sound comes forth, his eyes open wide as tears roll down his face. Jesses faces contorts into a rage never seen before, Jumping to his feet Jesse stares a hole through Harkov and Kitiara,. Sprinting towards the two Jesse has no regret in his decision as he goes to unleash hell. Security stops him half way, a group of four to be precise, and Jesse punches two of them and pushes pass the other two but they stick like glue, grabbing his shirt, ripping it at the arms.]
Jesse Jamester: Harkov! You’ll pay for this!
[Harkov smiles and heads towards Jamester before more security fill the area. A large group tries to hold the two apart, but both men send guards flying with punches and shoves as they try to reach each other. Kitiara however grabs Harkov and pulls him back.]
Kitiara: NYET KAZA! Not now. Ve vill hunt the Jackal another day!
[Harkov looks at Kitiara and then follows her lead as Security holds Jamester back. EMT's rush to Maxwell. Jamester looks at Harkov with disgust.]
Jesse Jamester: I'll see you soon Harkov! You can expect that!
[Rushing to the aid of Maxwell he looks at the EMT's as he asks questions. The EMT's will not give any answer to the champion though.]
Jesse Jamester: Is he going to be okay?! Someone answer me, dammit!
EMT Guy #1: Sir I need you to back away. This man needs medical attention now, he's in critical condition.
[Standing up the veins in the arms of the Nemesis Warrior bulge with a feeling of growing rage. His eyes narrow as his nostrils flare. Blood had once been spilled because of his own hands. However he had never put a man who had not deserved it through this sort of punishment.]
Jesse Jamester: I'm going to kill that Russian... oh.
[Jamester takes a deep breath.]
Jesse Jamester: He has brought the demons out of me... and you don't bring the demons out of this man.
[The words are merely muttered to himself but the camera's catch them as they take another look at Maxwell being put onto a stretcher in a helpless state. The young man's dreams were destroyed, shattered, and for what reason? Revenge? A message? Jesse looks on as the EMT's rush Maxwell down the hallway to a door where ambulance lights flash when the door opens. His jaw tense, his eyes narrow, his face stern, the warrior is livid.]
