Name: Dr. Jack Adams, DC
Nickname: Doc
Age: 33
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 214
Gimmick: Ex-chiropractor
Disposition: Babyface
Wrestling Style: Technical/Submission Specialist
Wrestling Abilities: Technical, Charisma, Speed, Power, Brawling
Signature Moves: Double Knee Backbreaker, Half Crab, Jumping Piledriver, Top Rope Leg Drop, Barely Legal (seated armbar)
Finishing Moves: Final Adjustment (variation of a Step over Toehold Sleeper, or "STS")
Ring Music: Previous Experience: Holds a DC (Doctor of Chiropractic) and formerly practiced in Toronto, many of his clients being professional wrestlers. License was pulled due to suspect prescription practices and the utilization of non-standard treatments.
Picture: To view links or images in this forum your post count must be 20 or greater. You currently have 0 posts. Introduction video: We're in the office of Dr. Jack Adams, DC, as he packs his belongings. An empty bookshelf and bare walls stand starkly in the background.
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to help people. It was for this reason that I decided to devote my life to chiropractics. I worked tirelessly, made many personal sacrifices, and earned the title of DC. Then the real work began. I built this practice from the ground up, again, at the expense of my personal life.
Now, a group of pencil-pushing bureaucrats have taken away all that I've worked for, and the only dream I ever had.
Dr. Adams holds his framed credentials, briefly admiring them, before placing them in a box.
My real success, and eventual undoing, started when I began treating pro wrestlers here in the Toronto area. I became somewhat of a celebrity among the wrestlers, and, in turn, found myself becoming more and more fascinated with them. Out of curiosity, I began training with them in my spare time. During the days, I was alleviating pain. At nights and on weekends, I was learning how to create it.
I became thirsty for competition. Over the next six years, I trained with every battle-scarred veteran in the area. My skills improved with each passing day, and my fame with the local wrestlers began to turn to infamy. Apparently, I was learning too quickly for their liking, and I was challenged by the "alpha dog" of their circle.
I freely admit that he got the best of me for most of the match. While I was staring at the lights, trying to regain my senses, I had a flash of inspiration. For years I had been living a double life, separating my more barbaric nature from my intellectual life. At that moment, I realized that my education and physical training were not for two separate purposes, but one. When I saw an opening, I applied the octopus hold with the expertise of a chiropractor. Because he was too proud to tap out in front of his peers, "alpha dog" is sadly confined to a wheelchair.
Unbeknownst to me, "alpha dog" has friends in high places in the Toronto medical community, hence the depressing state of my office. They conspired to rob me of my lifelong dream, and succeeded.
Dr. Adams' head hangs for a moment, then slowly looks up, directly into the camera.
Now I have a new dream.
Dr. Adams holds a flyer for the fledgeling CWA.
I believe I've found a place where my new brand of services will be appreciated. I'll treat them all, one by one, until my talents are as highly regarded as they once were. As a bonus, I'll add this CWA Lightweight Championship to my already impressive wall of credentials.
Dr. Adams folds the flyer and puts it in his pocket.
My life was once devoted to the betterment of others. Now my life is devoted to the betterment of me.
Dr. Adams looks into the camera, an almost demonic look in his eyes.
The doctor is in.