| Broadcast Journalist
| Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC
February 11, 2009, Unrising Quote: | Friday, January 30th
Etobicoke, Ontario, Canada
The camera pans down from the Toronto skyline to a respectable looking home on a cul-de-sac. A green BMW pulls into the driveway and past the mailbox that reads, "Dr. Adams". Adams steps out of his car, wrestling gear in tow, and puts the key to the door. It's already unlocked. He rolls his eyes, steps inside, and locks the door.
It's an above average home, but somewhat humble for a doctor. The house is spotless, but it looks like it was decorated by an engineer; all function, no form. We follow him from the foyer, through the living room, and into his office. He pulls a couple of books from his bags and slides them into their slots on the bookshelf. He leaves the room and heads down the hall and down the staircase to his basement which has been converted into a quite large gym, complete with a wrestling ring. He's putting down his bags when he hears the roar of a crowd coming from the back corner of the basement where his friend is sitting on an old sofa, watching Adrenaline Rush from two days ago.
Adams: Jerry, I told you I don't mind you staying here for a while, but at least lock the damn door.
Jerry doesn't even look up from the TV.
Jerry: Oh, sorry about that. Hey, your part's comin' up.
Adams walks over to the TV which is flanked on both sides by shelves filled with old VHS tapes and DVDs of wrestling matches.
Adams: There's a 50-inch flat screen and surround sound in the living room and you're watching the show down here?
Jerry glances around the gym which is dotted with workout equipment, diagrams of the musculoskeletal system, posters of who we assume are some of Adams' influences, and the ring in the center. This room has seen it's share of pain.
Jerry: I like the atmosphere.
(From TV) Lindsay Monahan: Ladies and gentlemen, the time of the match is 7 minutes, 45 seconds. Your winner, via The End is Top Dog!
Adams sits down beside Jerry who takes a sip from a flask that looks far too classy to be in his possession and passes it to Adams. Adams sniffs the flask dubiously.
Adams: Ugh... I buy you a two hundred dollar flask and you fill it with Old Crow?
Jerry: Well, excuse me. Not everyone can afford 20 year old Scotch.
Adams pauses for a moment, thinking to himself.
Adams: True enough...
Adams takes a sip and hands it back to Jerry. They both turn their attention back to the show, which is up to Adams' interview segment.
Jerry: Did that belt to the head knock somethin' loose?
Adams: What are you talking about?
Jerry: Well, you're not being an ass to Maxwell and.. what was that? Did you just make a joke?
Adams: ...and I complimented Anderson in the process. I feel dirty.
Jerry: Nothin' wrong with bein' liked, you know. You never did learn that.
Adams: It might have worked for "Gentleman" Jerry Black, but not so much for me.
(From TV) Adams: No, you may not.
Jerry grins a bit.
Jerry: Good answer.
Adams: I still don't understand why you're actively avoiding attention.
Jerry: ...
They turn their attention back to the show as Adams gets crotched in the corner by Alsam.
Jerry: Hoo, lordy... I hope that didn't throw a wrench in your weekend plans.
Adams winces a little.
Adams: What a maniac. That guy has serious issues.
Jerry: I'll say.
On the TV, Mr. Anderson is announcing the CWA Lightweight Championship match for Uprising.
Adams grins.
Jerry: Well, I'll be damned. I'll drink to that! You could have called and told me, boy!
Adams: You hate spoilers.
Jerry: If it involves a wrestler who is also my employer, it's called 'critical information', not a spoiler. We've got so much to do...
Adams: We'll get to work tomorrow. Enjoy the show.
An hour or so later, they're still watching Adrenaline Rush. Enzo just took the beating of his life at the hands of The Brotherhood. Jerry is completely hammered.
Jerry: (slurred) Now that.. that right there was an ol' fashioned ass-whuppin'.
Adams: Here he comes.
Jerry: Eh?
Adams: The punk wearing my belt.
Adams rubs the back of his head.
Jerry: (slurred) Aw yeah, I seen this guy. Thinks he's John Morrison or The Rock or somethin'.
Adams chuckles a little.
Adams: What?
Jerry: (slurred) Don'chu watch his promos? Hell, during his last promo I kept waitin' for him to raise his eyebrow and give directions to the Smackdown Hotel.
Adams tries to stifle laughter as he's concentrating on the match. He's studying Nicholas like a textbook. The match ends and Nicholas stands triumphantly in the ring with his hand raised and his belt on his shoulder.
Jerry: BE JEALOUS!
Adams: Be quiet.
Adams gets up and heads for the stairs.
Jerry: (slurred) I was just havin' some fun, come on back!
Adams: I'm going to bed. We've got a big day tomorrow, so take it easy on that sauce and get some rest. Shut everything down in here before you leave.
Jerry: Yes, sir!
Adams turns back to Jerry with fire in his eyes.
Adams: I'm serious! I need you at 110% for the next couple of weeks. I have the biggest match of my career coming up and I will not blow it!
Adams leaves the basement and slams the door.
Jerry stands up sluggishly, gets his balance, and grins mischievously. He holds his flask to his mouth and tilts his head back.
Jerry: IF YA SMELLLLALALALALALOW... WHAT THE DOC...
Jerry tilts his head back down and whips it around to the side a-la The Rock, loses his balance, and collapses unconscious on the couch. |
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