02-26-2009, 03:37 PM
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| Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC
January 14, 2009, Adrenaline Rush Quote: Dr. Adams is in the Hallway lacing up his boots. Orlando Maxwell sidles up behind him, microphone in hand and camera crew in tow.
Maxwell: Mr. Adams? I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on your match tonight.
Adams: That's Doctor Adams, you bumbling idiot. Are you so dim that you've not noticed my many impressive credentials lining the walls of this hallway?
Maxwell takes a fleeting glance at Dr. Adams' credentials.
Maxwell: Heh, sorry about that. As I was saying, uh, Doctor... do you have any comments on your bout tonight with Mike Rotch?
Adams: I see your poor etiquette only indicates your inability to ask thought provoking questions.
Dr. Adams finishes tying his boot and looks into the camera.
Adams: I am the rightful owner of the CWA Lightweight Championship belt. Anyone with half a brain who witnessed my last match realizes this already.
Dr. Adams grabs a roll of tape from his gear bag and begins applying it to his right wrist.
Adams: Abdul Akbar Alsam has proven himself a very sore loser. He felt the Final Adjustment and, understandably, tapped out. Unhappy with his defeat, he continued to fight, allowing your current fluke of a Lightweight Champion to pin me. The measure of Mr. Alsam's discontent is so strong that he's gone as far as Mr. Anderson to whine and complain that his defeat was unjust.
Dr. Adams cuts the tape with his teeth, and begins applying a layer to his left wrist.
Adams: Mr. Alsam robbed me of my true place in the CWA. Since I won't be facing him tonight, I suppose I will have to vent my frustrations on the most unfortunate Mike Rotch. If I had the ability to feel compassion right now, I would be utterly heartbroken for for my opponent. The poor lad is coming off of a resounding defeat in his Heavyweight Championship qualifying match, and now he has to feel the initial burst of anger of a man who has been robbed of his true calling.
Dr. Adams cuts the tape with his teeth and tosses the remaining roll into his gear bag.
Adams: Mike Rotch, I hope you are well prepared for a rigorous examination.
Dr. Adams pounds his right elbow into his taped left hand.
Adams: The Doctor is in.
Orlando Maxwell takes a step back.
Maxwell: Thank you, Dr. Adams. |
Later that night, in the Hallway after the show... Quote: Dr. Adams staggers into the hallway, holding a bloody towel to the back of his head. He fails to notice the man standing in the shadows behind him.
Unknown Man: Hey, buddy. You might want to see a doctor about that.
Unknown Man smirks as Dr. Adams slowly turns towards the speaker. A staring contest ensues as they slowly walk toward each other.
Dr. Adams: I know that voice...
Unknown Man steps out of the shadows, revealing his unshaven face and shabby clothes.
Unknown Man: I heard the doctors here in the states are much more professional than the ones back home. You'll be fine.
Dr. Adams smirks knowingly after seeing the man's face.
Dr. Adams: Isn't there a beer getting warm somewhere? You'd better hurry.
Unknown Man: I quit drinkin'.
Dr. Adams: Yeah, and I found Jesus.
The staring contest intensifies as they're almost nose to nose now. These two could erupt at any second.
Unknown Man: You no-good, backstabbing...
Dr. Adams: ...dirty son of a bitch...
They embrace like two old friends.
Unknown Man: (still grinning, pointing to the blood) So, what's all this about?
Dr. Adams: Oh, you know... just another day at the office. (acknowledging the blood) I actually won tonight, if you can believe that.
Unknown Man: (seems preoccupied) Listen, I need to talk to you about a few things... are you busy later?
Dr. Adams: Well, we could grab a beer later if you promise to change your clothes.
Dr. Adams starts heading to the showers.
Unknown Man: I told you I quit drinkin'.
Dr. Adams shakes his head and chuckles as he leaves. |
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