Heatwave/Durant/Jackson vs Williams/Corey/Kaladaro

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to all!

[teamelite]

"Chris Kaladaro and Aaron Williams?!? Are you serious, Williams and Kaladaro? And you expect me to win my rightful Heavyweight Title shot by teaming with these two retards?"

[Daniel Corey was a pissed off individual, standing before the new PPW banner. He paced back and forth, first to the left, then to the right, his black and gold Chara Bruins jersey climbed his chest and towards his throat. He ran his right hand through his brown beard and his left through his bleached blonde hair.]

"Kaladaro, always the bridesmaid, never the bride turned pyscho and Aaron Williams, a peon who can only say 'I am Simply Amazing.' That's my team? That's fine, random drawing my ass, Shanahan is protecting his brother-in-law from me, I know it."

[Corey stopped, looking like a man possessed. He just stared to the left of the camera, not even wanting to look directly into the lens. He was disgusted, very disgusted, by this lineup.]

"I mean, shit, look how he's stacked the deck in favor of the golden negro, Heatwave. Shanny wants to help draw the minority fans in, so he wants Heatwave and Burrell to be the big ticket. That's fine, but I'm not here to play second fiddle to Burbank, Derek. Heatwave was so three years ago, and Burrell is a never-was."

[He snickered, something was different in his approach. He wasn't as cocky as usual, but more angry than he's ever been. He ran his hands over the black and gold "B" on his chest.]

"The future is here, and it's name is Daniel Corey. Recognize it now, before it's too late Shanahan. Jason Ramsey knows it, and he's afraid to admit it. C.J. Rowell is another example, he tried to regain his glory, but ultimately was just another has been. Just like your new number one contender, Jake Rockwell. Rockwell has been insignificant since 2002, when I was just sixteen. What is he now, forty?"

[Corey struggled to not laugh at his own joke. He was trying to be serious, but he enjoyed his own lame jokes too much.]

"Heatwave, you've got yourself your own Special Olympic team too. Durant is a carbon copy knock off of Buckwheat from Team Danger, then you've got Deontre Jackson, Williams' bedmate. Those two are just as bad as my team, big guy. Durant was trained to wrestle by Ty frigging Walker, for Christ's sake. What has Walker done that even needs respect? We all know Greer was the workhorse of that team."



"I'm not afraid of you, Burbank and I sure as hell don't respect you. Dust off the old boots you used to wear in White Mountain Wrestling, because those were the last boots you wore the last time you were relevant."

[Corey looked right into the camera and stared it down. He was dead serious now.]

"I am the future of this business."

[Black.]

[headliner]

[The camera fades up to a scene outside of a local sports bar in Minneapolis Minnesota just a few blocks away from where the next pure pro wrestling Sunday night showdown is set to take place. It’s early in the evening still before midnight and as we go inside people are seen all over. People are sitting around tables drinking it’s a real social atmosphere. The camera pans over to another table and notices Chris Kaladaro sitting alone with an empty bottle of Michelob Golden Light in his right hand and a huge plug of grizzly wintergreen in his mouth. He sighs and then spits some of his juice out into the empty bottle and then looks around. He spots the cameraman who is slowly approaching him with camera in hand as he begins to speak.]

Chris Kaladaro: “All right so another week has gone by and after the last edition of Sunday Night Showdown I am on a bit of a roll. Now I know its just one win and its nothing that I should get to excited about but I can’t help it. Last showdown I stepped into the ring with Gateway JC Mason and to say that it was a hard fought win would be a huge understatement. You see I knew that even before the bell rang that I had the match in the bag I just wanted to do whatever I could do in order to get it over with. I mean seriously JC Mason can’t the PPW offices or bookers whoever it is do a little bit better in providing quality opponents for me. I mean come on I am The Headliner and to give me an opponent like JC Mason is a slap in the face or at least that is the way I see it.”

[Chris Kaladaro pauses for a moment to spit into his bottle and gather his thoughts on what he is about to say next.]

Chris Kaladaro: “Now after I delivered the Painkiller and finished Mason off I was going to deliver a little more punishment however it was the PPW officials that were on hand that prevented that from happening. You know ever since I snapped at the April 11th edition of Showdown after my match with Big Bad Cortez people have been asking me what I was thinking. Well to tell you the truth I wasn’t, the fact of the matter is that I did what I did on complete impulse. I saw a moment that I was able to capitalize on and I took advantage of it to say that someone else wouldn’t have done the same would be a lie and a half. Enough about that though because that is behind me and this week I am in the trios tournament now I didn’t get the choice of choosing my partners because if I did I wouldn’t have chosen who is on my team. The fact of the matter is they are my partners for this match and I can’t do anything to change it.”

[Kaladaro pauses again and spits more juice into the bottle in his hand before continuing what he has to say.]

Kaladaro: “Now the teams in this match might be partners but the way I see it its every man for themselves. This match has huge implications it will determine two things. First the winning team of this tournament will be rewarded on the next Sunday Night Showdown. The man who gets the victory via pinfall earns himself a shot at Demetrius Burrell for the PPW Heavyweight Championship, while his two partners will receive a tag team championship opportunity at the next show. Now I hope that my partners which for those of you who don’t know are Aaron Williams and Daniel Corey know what they are doing.”

[Kaladaro pauses again and spits some more juice into his bottle before continuing what he has to say about his upcoming match.]

Kaladaro: “Now I said earlier that I didn’t chose who I would team with but I have to say at least one of my partners I am happy with. Daniel Corey is at least someone who I have something in common with and that is the fact that we really only care about ourselves. The other man is someone who I don’t even want to deal with and that is the man who calls himself Simply Amazing Aaron Williams. Now I haven’t had much of a history with Williams but I do know that he is a complete and udder moron. I mean come on have you heard the way he talks and that time that I was on Pure Pro Audio and he decided to call in he didn’t help his cause. I mean every time this guy opens his mouth no matter what he says he sounds like a complete idiot.”

[Kaladaro pauses long enough to take his plug out of his mouth and as he disposes of it in his beer bottle he calls for another one. After a short while it is brought to him and Kaladaro continues to speak.]

Kaladaro: “So on May 10th I will step into the ring with one purpose and one purpose only and that is to gain the pinfall on one of my opponents so I can earn what is rightfully mine that being a shot at the PPW World Heavyweight Championship. I could care less about the tag team titles I have already held tag team gold in one previous company and lost them after my partner no showed for the match. I don’t want to win the tag team titles because if by chance I do than I will expect whoever my partner would be to do the same and that’s leave me high and dry. You know Daniel Corey said something I couldn’t help but laugh at I mean come on always the bridesmaid, never the bride turned psycho. Well that may be true but the fact is that Daniel Corey better be happy that he will at least get a shot at the tag team titles. After I win this match I am going to go on and beat my partner and current champion Demetrius Burrell and do what I have yet to do in this business. Which is win the big one and believe me when I say this there is nothing bigger than the Pure Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship Belt. That’s all I have to say see ya on May 9th boys.”

[With that said Chris Kaladaro finishes off his beer and pays his tab before getting up from his chair, pushing it in, and making his way to the door in order to leave the bar.]

[Fade.]

[jesse]

Time. We have such a short supply of it really in the grand scheme of things, that if we pause, for even a second and stop doing the things that we hold dear, than we waste fragments we can never get back and in doing so waste other moments of time trying to figure out what we’ve lost. Thus beginning a downward spiral into misery and ineptitude.

He runs in the thin gray slivers of morning because all he has left is time and a chance to train. In his ears the music blares as he pushes himself to go faster, splashing through puddles and soaking the blue bottoms of his work out pants. He concentrates on nothing but the task at hand as the images he has stared at for the past week run through his mind. He hasn’t had many matches, since he’s been back, but the few he’s had are recorded on videotapes that rest beside his VCR. He has searched them for mistakes….his opponents, and his own, trying to get better, trying to get back to where he used to be.

“Can you survive it” Those words echo even over the words of the music, yet the voice is like a compilation tape all its own. From his parents, from his friends, from his sisters, he has heard this statement, or worst yet, heard it phrased as a question he did not have the answer to. At this moment, he wanted nothing else in the world than to run down the aisle of a packed arena and jump into the ring. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to prove himself to the heads of PPW and to the fans, but that’s all he could offer at the time. Desires for the moment. The future loomed too far overhead and the image was too clouded for him to see into.

The shops he had known his entire lifetime still lined the streets as he run. Occasionally someone would wave to him, or call him over to take a message home. These streets, these shops, these people, many of them would still be here when he returned from whatever adventures the road might take him on. Maybe that was why it didn’t scare him to see just how far he could go. Because he always knew he would have some place to come back to. He could sample as much of life as he wanted and still be safe, still have a place to call home. So maybe he would survive it, and maybe he wouldn’t. But he would see the journey through as very far as he could go.

The sun was just beginning to burn off the gray clouds and the gloom as he ran to the base hill. But unlike he had done on some many other mornings he does not turn around here. Instead, he heads up it, fighting to keep his legs pumping and his arms moving and his breathing steady even as the song pulses in his ears. He knew that somewhere in a place much like this one, his opponents were training too, training to try to break him down. Training to try and put him out of the sport for good, and maybe there was a lot Jesse still did need to learn but damnit, what better way then on his feet in the ring, not broken and watching from the sidelines, he was tired of that.

He had the persistence, and at this point in time had the desire to stick around, that was all anyone could ask for….right. He had gone into that last match and even though it had been stopped he had learned, and when he went out there this coming week, win, lose or draw he would learn from that too. It might take him awhile to win, and he might never get to the top, but he’d learn all he could for as long as he could and that was all that he could demand from himself.

[jackson]

"Dont nobody owe me nothing."

"They say that I'm Aaron Williams lacky, yet they don't know the half of it. I'm smarter than that."

"I'm his friend."

"Assholes."