Heatwave vs Big Bad Cortez

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to both!

[Heatwave]

The flight back to Miami was a tiring one indeed.

After spending a few days in the Washington for a bit of promotional work for the PPW after after another successful Showdown. Heatwave headed back to the Miami to prepare himself for Big Bad Cortez after the two of them got the best of a rather stale Aaron Vasquez and Heatwave tag team. But easily shaking off a rather uninspired match, Heatwave sits back in his leather window seat of the Delta Airlines Boeing 747. Sitting alone, wearing an custom tailored black suit with white pinstripes, he adjusts the headphones on his ears as he looks out of the small window.

He watches the white clouds seemingly float by the window as he bobs his head to deep beat of the music pumping from the headphones attached to his video iPod. What seemed like hours, only minutes passed by as Heatwave continued to enjoy his solitude on his first-class flight. His privacy was soon intruded on as a young and attractive brunette took a seat in the leather seat next to him. She was dressed in a nice navy blue business suit with a white blouse that complimented her curvaceous body. She crossed her long legs, with her hair in a messy bun as Heatwave slides off his headphones as he looks over at the young woman with a smile on his face. She looked up and down the aisle making sure no one was looking at Heatwave just chuckled.

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

She finally looked over at him, revealing her sweet brown eyes. She smiles and giggles softly nodding her head. She bit her lower lip gently, looking into her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I know I seem so immature and unprofessional right now, but aren't?t you Heatwave?"

He smiles and nods his head slowly.

"Yes, that's my stage name...I'm Nicholas."

He says softly as he offers his large hand, which she takes in gentle handshake.

"My name is Nicole McCoy. And I was wondering if I could ask for a small favor?"

Heatwave simple shrugs his shoulders.

"Sure, I don't see a problem with a small favor..."

"Well..."

She reaches over pulling a vintage WRESTLING MONTHLY magazine circa 2006. She flips through the pages finding a page posters on the newest WMW Merrimack River Champion, Heatwave posing after his victory over Shawn Hillard. He smiles as she hands him a Sharpie. With a few flicks of his wrist his signs the picture with his autograph. She smiles examining his work, nodding her head in thanks.

Heatwave can't help but laugh to himself. "Wow, I haven't seen one of these in a long time."

Nicole smiles as she looks around, blushing slightly.

"Thank you so much, I've been wanting to meet you for a while now."

"Why is that, Ms. McCoy?"

"Oh no need for that, just call me Nicole, please."

"Okay, Nicole."

"Well there is two reason actually. The first one is because, it's my job."

Nicholas arches a brow as he glances over for a moment.

"Your job? And what is your job? Professional Stalker or something?"

She giggles once again, trying to seem professional once again.

"No, no, I'm a reporter for WRESTLING MONTHLY magazine. I got assigned in a interview with the newest rising star in the PPW, or in this case...the revival of Heatwave. So I hoped in not only getting an interview, I could possibly get an autograph from you as well. You know, kill two birds with one stone."

"Well so far you are halfway there."

She smiles, blushing softly. She reaches up moving a strand of her dark brown hair from her face.

"So is it possible that I'll be able to get a interview from you?"

"Well this is going to be a two-hour flight, so why not? I haven't done an interview in a long time, so lets go for it."

She smiles once again as she pulls out a small black recorder. She opens the tray on the back of the seat in front of her as she sets it down, pressing it to record. She holds a small pad of paper filled with questions as she clears her throat, becoming quite professional in only a few moments.

She looks up at him with a soft smile and a nod her head to begin.

"Well Heatwave, you are the newest roster addition in the PPW along with one of the baddest men that have entered into the PPW as of late. You have made quite the impression with a few people as well as gaining some unwanted attention from others. But first fresh off your clear cut victory over J.C. Mason you became the center of attention amongst rumors of steroid use. I must know, is there any truth to the accusations?"

"Total bullshit. But you know, I'm not going to dignify those accusations from such a worthless piece of shit who calls himself an athlete. Oh wait a minute, I can't cuss can I?"

She smiles with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

"Don?t worry about it I'll edit it out myself."

Heatwave smiles and nods his head.

?Well even though your first victory over J.C. Mason was quite impressive indeed, it seems that a group in the PPW including Big Bad Cortex doesn't really take very kindly to you that much."

"Well to be honest, if people don't like me...that's fine by me because no matter what...I am what I am."

"But of course.", Nicole said as she nodded her head

"To be frank, I couldn't give a damn about the rest of the PPW roster. They can come to ring and have no clue what they are getting themselves into and then wonder why I put them all on their ass in the middle ring. Besides, despite the rumors I do have a heart and if someone wants to take a shot at me...let's rumble."

"What about Mason...and Cortez for that matter? Are you guys through, needless to say that tag team was something to see."

"Not by a fucking long shot. We are far from through."

She nods his head, looking back up at him after checking the position of the tape.

"Well let us switch gears for a moment shall we?"

"Yes, lets do that."

"This week you will be put to the test against Big Bad Cortez in your second singles match. How does it feel to be going up against Cortez one on one?"

"It doesn't feel any different. To be honest, I don't give a shit about Cortez really. He wins the tag team match and someone thinks he's hot shit. He gets pumped up to be something he isn't and the kid thinks he's got some skills. Well I hate to break it to him, but he's nothing and I'll be glad to prove it to him in the ring and then if I feel like I'll prove that he ain't shit either.?

"Well, in closing do you have anything that you want to say to either Cortez, or J.C. Mason?"

"Oh, but of course and it's really simple. When you fuck with Heatwave...you will get dealt with accordingly."

She smiles as she reaches over cutting off the recorder as she looks up at Heatwave, putting away her note pad.

"Oh, Nicholas thank you so much, you just don?t know how much this means to me."

Heatwave just shrugs.

"It's nothing, really. Think nothing of it."

He looks over at the recorder still on the tray table, looking up at her.

"So I'm guessing that business-wise, you're done right?"

She nods her head, as Nicholas shifts in his seat.

"Well seeing how we are both heading towards Miami, wouldn't it be a shame if you can all this way and didn't get a chance to ?enjoy? yourself?"

"Well?"

She thinks only for a few seconds onto respond with a smile on her face.

"Okay, I'd love too "enjoy" myself in Miami."

"I'd thought you would.", he said with a smile

Heatwave reaches into his pocket pulling out a small white card. He hands to it her as she looks at looks at carefully.

"My cell number is on the back and I'll see you tonight?"

She nods her head and blushes once again as she slowly looks around, before bidding him farewell for now. Once gone, Heatwave just chuckles to himself lightly, slipping the headphones back onto his head as the scene fades.