Kaladaro/Mason vs Halme/Heatwave

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to both!

[headliner]

[Fade.]

[Another week another win for the newcomer JC Mason. That makes two in a row for the controversial newcomer. Each one is more impressive than the next as he took down Team Elite single-handed. After his match JC uncharacteristically helped out Chris Kaladaro when JJ Halme and Heatwave were attacking him. If Gateway could manage another win, he would have a lot of momentum heading into Redemption.]

[The scene opens up with Chris Kaladaro sitting on the bed of his hotel room with his girlfriend Crystal standing in front of him with her arms folded.]

Chris: Look Crystal I don't like this anymore than you do.

Crystal: So why does Mason have to come here? Why do you want to subject me to that monster? You don't know if he is all roided up and looking for a fight.

Chris: I spoke to him earlier and told him of our concern, and he assured me it wouldn't be a problem.

Crystal: It better not be.

[Crystal takes a seat on the bed next to Chris and he throws his arm around her.]

Chris: Look you know I love you, and you know I would die protecting you. I wouldn't let JC; JJ Halme or anyone else hurt you. The guy has some sort of compassion underneath all the steroids; he did save my ass.

[Chris and Crystal kiss, as there is a knock on the door. Crystal gets up and opens the door to see Gateway standing there holding a bouquet of flowers. He kisses her on the cheek and gives her the flowers.]

JC: These are for you. Chris told me you didn't want to meet me and I assure you, on the inside I’m a great guy.

Crystal: Yeah if you’re so great then why do you do and say those horrible things about your fiancée?

Chris: Crystal that is none of your business. And if you don't mind JC and I have some things to discuss.

JC: It is quite all right. I was actually hoping Crystal would talk to Dolly.

Crystal: Ill think about it.

[JC takes a seat in a chair while Crystal sits on the bed next to Chris]

Chris: Naturally I've got to ask where your head is at going into this match. You haven't been in PPW but a month and have made an enemy out of just about everybody. Why save my ass?

JC: Don't get it twisted, I didn't save your ass. I was trying to kick Heatwave's ass. You being in the situation you were in is just a coincidence. As far as I’m concerned you can stay right here and watch for all I care. I don't need any help just ask Team Elite.

Chris: You need to be committed to an insane asylum if you think your just going to inject a few needles and handle things by yourself. Halme is a monster; you saw how things went between him and Burrell last week.

JC: I ain’t Burrell. I’m not you, I am JC Mason. Halme doesn't scare me. Yeah he is good in the ring and carries himself like a fucking monster, but me I carry myself like a future champion. Halme doesn't seem to care if he wins or loses he just wants to inflict as much pain as possible. And if you were just a little smarter you might follow my lead and adopt an I don't give a fuck attitude. Do you think I care about Demetrius and what he has to say? Do you think I care about Mr. Phone gangster Heatwave and what he has to say about me growing a tail? No because at the end of the day when I go to sleep at night I realize they aren’t in my league.

Chris: What the league of extraordinary gentlemen?

JC: That's exactly right. I put that little extra in extraordinary.

Chris: Well look this isn't all about you man. Just because you got a lucky win on Team Elite doesn't mean its always going to be that easy. If anything you got lucky because of that brawl.

JC: Hold on now I think your underestimating my abilities here.

Chris: No, I don't doubt your needles ability. I think you could be great if you stopped being so damn cocky, and didn't have an entire roster as enemies. You've heard the saying its not always what you know but whom you know. You walked through the door and just stuck you foot straight down your throat. You had no regard for the feelings of anybody not even your fiancée’s. You think having an I don't give a fuck attitude will get you places, but it won't.

JC: It has done me just fine up until now and I don't see any need to stop. I’m out of here Headliner. Just make sure you bring your A game okay, I don't like losing. And don't bore Halme and Heatwave to sleep like you did Rowell. Oh and Crystal enjoy the flowers.

Crystal: Sure won't.

[JC gets up and walks out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him.]

Crystal: I told you that guy was a prick. Can you believe he gave me this half-dead bouquet of flowers?

Chris: It doesn't surprise me. He knew he would need to try and win you over.

[Crystal sees that there is a card in the bouquet and reads it aloud.]

Crystal: I’m just one call away! What the hell? Now he is trying to hit on me?

Chris: “I guess but don’t take him to seriously hell if he thinks he has a shot with you he’s dead wrong.”

Crystal: “Why do you say that babe?”

Chris: “Because if he does try anything like physical harm or hits on you in front of me then he’s gonna have more problems on his hands than he can deal with.”

Crystal: “You know I love to hear you say that because its flattering but you need to focus on the match and just realize that this partnership is only temporary. Or at least I hope it is.”

Chris: “Me too but who knows and I know why you want it to be temporary and that’s because you’re scared but you don’t have to be because I will protect you.”

Crystal: “Awe babe I love you.”

Chris: “I love you too princess now let’s get out of here I have an autograph signing that I need to be at.”

[With that said Chris gets up off of the bed and Crystal shortly after grabs his hand. They walk to the door as Chris opens the door and Crystal walks out first followed by Chris. He shuts the light off to the hotel room before closing the door.]

[Fade.]

[Heatwave]

[March 6th1, 2009.]
[Manhattan, New York]
[Dr. Schuyler's office.]

The inside of the doctors office, it was rather quiet.

Not quiet to hear a pin drop but quiet enough to make you sweat bullets and feel your hands get all moist.

Yeah -that- quiet.

The walls were that bland beige color, they were supposed to be soothing, but yet instead it made him want to puke. Other than the various frames diplomas from NYU, Fordham, and Temple, the office would be nothing more but a few padded walls short of a loony bin.

You would think that he was on trial as he sat against in the wall in a rather uncomfortable, brown cushioned chair. It was stiff, almost as if no one sat in it for some time. His hazel eyes glanced up at the woman next to him, she was just as nervous. But yet beautiful all the same, with her brown hair tied back into a single ponytail. She held her hands in her lap as she crossed her legs, looking down. She couldn't look at him for what ever reason. He looked away and shook his head slowly. He didn't really want to look at himself, but what's done is done. He closed his eyes and took in a deep yet silent breath. As he exhaled he opened his eyes and turned towards her.

"Look, Nicole, I'm sorry.", he said softly as she looked up with her brown eyes and smiley sweetly and gently.

"Sorry for what Nick?", she said trying her best to simply keep her hopes high.

"Sorry for all of this. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

She reached over and placed her left hand on his knee. He looked down at her hand and noticed no ring. maybe a thought, but a fleeting thought. He looked up at her and she was still smiling.

"Look, Nick, we both were involved with this, so I'm in this just as deep as you are okay?"

He simply nodded his head. "Yeah, I know it's just I didn't mean to offend you by asking for all of this, it's just..."

"Shhh...", she cuts him off and chuckles. "...don't worry. To be honest, I would've done the same thing. So stop apologizing, okay. It's not like you to apologize about anything."

He only could smile and chuckle. She was right about that, except this was different...this was life altering. He glanced down and noticed that her hand never left his knee. They both looked up at the brown wooden door that had slowly opened as Dr. Schuyler opened the door. He was a short man, about 5'7" or 5'8" in height, a bit pudgy with salt and pepper hair. He was holding an open manilla folder. He looks with a smile and nods his head as the both of them stand up.

"Mr. Burbank, Ms. McCoy, I have some good news for you."

Nicole stands next to him as her hand slowly snakes into his and intertwines her fingers with his. She squeezes his hand in anticipation...

...and he squeezed right back.

[March 9th, 2008.]
[Roughly 130,000 feet in the air.]
[Continental Airlines Boeing 757 heading toward LaGuardia International Airport.]

The flat bill of the all white fitted Texas Longhorn hat over his face, Heatwave sits back in the blue cushioned chair with his hands over his chest. With his IPod tucked away in the pocket of his dark blue Enyce denim jeans, the thumping beats from various artist from Young Jeezy, Nas, Jay-Z, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Dr. Dre, and a host of a others pour from the white ear buds. But yet, his mind isn't on the music. It's on everything else but the music.

Who the fuck does Mason think he is?

I mean does he know how sad and pathetic he is getting.

He wants to pretty much cripple his career by taking horse steroids in his ass, what kinda of bullshit is that? You would think that once you finally get your ass kicked, that you would leave better enough alone, but you know I guess some people just don't get it. Some people are just a glutton for punishment. He wants it all, he wants his -pride- back it seems. Yeah, he gets a victory from a tag team match, which he was a non-factor then again, I destroyed him in our debut and he can't stand it. He can't stand the fact that I have that over him, he can't stand the fact that when it comes to a one on one battle...he's got nothing on me.

Pretty sad.

Pretty funny.

Pretty pathetic all at the same time.

But for me...

It's another lose-lose situation for me.

I beat Mason and Kaladaro with Halme and there is no major recognition, the victory holds no weight. I -supposed- to beat Mason...I'm -supposed- to beat Kaladaro. I'm supposed to destroy guys like that just like I did Big Bad Cortez. So if I win, what I get? Hey maybe another match with some poser, who knows what else the PPW has in mind.

Bunch of bitches.

If J.C. Mason wants a shot at me, then he's is going to make it worth it to me on my terms.

But first...first I was going to show the PPW that it doesn't matter who you put in front of me...let it be Chris Kaladaro...J.C. Mason...Demetrius Burrell...J.J. Halme...

...Im going to ruin every single one of them

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[March 6th, 2009.]
[Manhattan, New York.]
[Dr. Schuyler's office.]

"Well, Mr. Burbank, Ms. McCoy, I got the results test back."

Time stood still. He swore for a minute, he was waiting for the cannonball to get launched into his chest. But it was something that wasn't to be all. He continued to stand with Nicole as the doctor read him his fate.

Maybe, just maybe...the child wasn't his.

There was a shot.

" Mr. Burbank...Ms. McCoy, congratulations, you're going to have a baby."

Shit.

Nicole smiled softly as she looked up at him, he faked a smile and looked back at her and nodded his head.

"Together, right?", she said as she looked up at him.

He simply nodded his head and smiled.

"Together."

And just think, it only took one night.

[Mikko]

We're coming down to the wire here in the first quarter of PPW's first year. The last two and a half months are about to come to a screeching halt. The end result will be a clashing of bone and sinew as all the animosity and controversy explodes. Yes folks, PPW's supercard by the name of Redemption is right around the corner. But there is still one last stop on that road. One last Showdown to make sure every last ticket is sold in that building on March 28th.

But let's just pick one piece of it apart. Two if you want to get technical. Of course this is in reference to the only match on Sunday's card that isn't a singles competition. The one that pits J.J. Halme and Heatwave against their Redemption opponents in tag team warfare. Chris Kaladaro and J.C. Mason are no slouches in their own right. But will they be enough to topple arguably the two most dominant forces in PPW?

J.J. Halme isn't the biggest guy on the PPW roster. In fact, if you saw him on the street, you would probably suspect him of being some metal head with a pretty strict workout regiment. But stick him in the arena with a bunch of potential adversaries, and he becomes a savage beast, capable of taking down a tank one on one. He's proven it time and time again either through victory, or denying his opponent an honorable achievement over him. He's one stunning cunt who loves to pull some cunning stunts. See what I did there?

His partner, and seemingly his running buddy in the PPW locker room, aside from Leena Saari of course, Heatwave. A mountain of a man hell bent on showing the world that he'll stop at nothing to dominate the wrestling scene. It doesn't matter if he's kicking Shawn Hillard's hero ass all over New Hampshire, or Jimmy Riley in the AWO. Yes, Heatwave has sure carved himself a nice place in the miserable son of a bitch hall of fame. Just ask those victims and many more around the indy scene.

Yet the question has to be asked. How into this partnership is he? I mean, they seem pretty tight behind the scenes. Quiet, but still a solid unit. Heatwave seemingly the more vocal of the two. But Halme's presence alone is enough to send shivers down your spine with a silence loud enough to make your ears bleed. Yet Heatwave still felt the need to point out that he would run through his own partner if he had to. Interesting if you ask this writer. Personally, I might suggest that the big man keep his eye on his opponents and take things one step at a time. After all, the last thing you want to do is piss off that Finnish guy he's partnered up with. Halme's track record alone should have told him that. He's not afraid of throwing the match to prove a point.

OK, here come the opponents. One mismatch made in the bowels of fate. Right place at the right time and the powers that be decide that they've got to buddy up. J.C. Mason hasn't made a whole lot of friends around here. But the crowd seems sturdy enough behind him to at least want to see where he's going with this whole steroid scandal. Let's just hope for his sake that he can keep the juice-brain at bay long enough to keep his head and win some matches. You never know if that roid rage will set in and he starts kicking the hell out fo the ref for cryin' out loud. Uhg, roids. (Meeeemoriiiies.)

And then there's the fourth man in this orgy of illegal substance and illegal moves. Oddly enough the purest of them all. But just how far can his purity really carry him? He's shown himself to be quite jittery when he gets all full of tantrum sauce. I mean, when this guy goes on a rant he seems so on edge that if you popped a balloon nearby he might drop dead of a massive heart attack. Maybe he should see if his partner can get him some valume. I mean, if he can't cool it in this match he's bound to blow it like he did his shot at the PPW championship. Throw in the fact that he's gotta' be dying to get his hands on Halme.

So, now comes the part where I make my decision on this. That's right, I'm going to call this one not based off a coin toss, but on cold hard truth. It takes a mastermind to really put things in motion and not only see them through to the end, but to micromanage ever aspect of it and get it right. Now, how anybody could do such a thing in such a cartoonish predicament as we have here is well beyond me. But if there's one man in this thing that can do so, it's J.J. Halme. Why, you ask? BECAUSE HE'S THE FUCKING MAN!!

My final prediction, J.J. Halme pins Chris Kaladaro to score the victory for his team. Somehow I get the feeling J.C. Mason and Heatwave will be too busy jaw jacking and brawling around on the outside for them to ever really get too involved in the actual match. There you have it, read 'em and weep on March 14th.