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The Brain · 08-13-2009, 01:47 AM

July 31st, 2009, Toronto Pearson International Airport

The airport is bustling with the activity of thousands of people going about their business. The passengers from Moscow pour into the customs area, where Dr. Jack Adams and Jerry Black finally emerge, cleared to enter Canada. Judging by their demeanors, the conflict in their professional relationship has obviously spilled over into their personal relationship. The nine hour flight and the aggravation of customs and airport security have not helped the situation. They silently make their way to the luggage area and wait for their bags to appear on the conveyor. Jerry Black looks at his wrist watch.

Black: Congratulations. You've just broken the record for the longest silent treatement I've ever received. My ex-wife would be proud.

Adams: ...

Black: ...and he's still going! Is there any end to this man's commitment?

Adams: You just cost me a victory in my first singles match since my near impossible return to ring action. Excuse me if I'm not in the mood for conversation.

Black: That was my fault? How d'ya figure?

Adams: Do you even have to ask? Seriously, lay off the booze. Your memory is clearly suffering. You distracted me during the match causing that scumbag Walters to get the upper hand.

Black: I distracted you? That's where you're wrong, my friend. You had yourself distracted from the moment you stepped through those ropes. Your hate for Walters blinded your ability to think straight, for one. On top o' that, your addiction to competition blinded you to the fact that your body wasn't ready to get back in the ring.

Adams: Your little pep talk in the locker room didn't exactly feed my confidence. Also, if you hadn't tried to "coach" me during the match, I would have won.

Black: If you hadn't attacked Walters with raw emotion and kept your head clear enough to use the ring sense that I know you have, then you would've won. My "distraction" didn't mean a damn thing compared to your fundamental mistake.

Adams stares blankly at the luggage conveyor without a hint of a facial expression, until he sees familiar baggage appear.

Adams: That's us.

Black and Adams collect their luggage and head for the door.

The shot fades out to a suburban neighborhood with Dr. Adams' house center frame and a green BMW pulling up the driveway. Adams and Black step out of the car, offload their luggage, and enter the house. Black drops his baggage in the foyer and heads downstairs while Adams dutifully puts the contents of his bags in their places.

When Adams has finished, he heads down to the basement to find Jerry Black in the media nook watching Adams vs. Walters from Redemption. Adams watches in silent reflection as he, on the screen, enters a bloodthirsty rage and wildly attacks Walters. As Walters gets the win, Adams joins Black on the couch.

Adams: You were right. It's painfully obvious on the screen. I marched into that match too emotional, and too injured to have a chance of winning. I should have listened to the drunk son of a bitch I hired as my trainer. I owe you an apology.

Black: No need. I've seen some of the best wrestlers in the world fall prey to these mistakes. For one, you absolutely can NOT afford to let emotion get in the way of your better senses. Sure, there are occasions where anger can fuel your adrenaline and get you a win, but usually anger only clouds a man's better judgement and flattens his tires before the green flag is ever waved.

Black takes another sip from his flask and notices Adams favoring his ribs and back.

Black: By the look of you, I don't think I have to say a damn word about going back in the ring injured. It looks like you've learned that lesson just fine on your own.

The whole time Black is talking, he's ejecting the Adrenaline Rush DVD and inserting another disk labeled "Rich Stone" written in black sharpie. Adams grabs a notepad and Black sips his flask as Rich Stone's matches begin to play.

A few hours later, Adams is making a few final notes. He drops his pen and rubs his eyes as Jerry Black empties the rest of his flask.

Adams: His work ethic is impressive. He trains almost as much as I do. If he weren't such a prick, we'd probably get along fairly well.

Black: Yeah, his attitude is def'nitely a problem. It seems like he thinks there's some big conspiracy keepin' him from achievin' his goals. That's also a common mistake.

Adams: I can relate to that attitude in a way. I once felt like there was a conspiracy against me, keeping me from my goals. The difference between me and Stone is that I actually HAD a conspiracy against me. After reviewing his entire run in the CWA, I can't find a single legitimate gripe this man has.

Black: 'Cause he don't have a gripe. It's all in his head.

Adams: Well that explains why he thinks I was out to get him at Redemption. Hell, he's probably reviewed the footage, and that still hasn't convinced him. I wouldn't be surprised if he thinks I was taking that chair out of Nicholas' hands just so I could hit him myself. There's no reasoning with this man.

Black: You can't reason with them conspiracy ther'ists. Y'know some o' them kooks think the moon landing was staged? And some others think tha...

Adams tunes out Black's drunken ramblings and ponders what he's just learned from Rich Stone's footage and, ironically, the drunken ramblings of his trainer. He grabs his notebook and heads upstairs while Black is still jabbering.

Black: ...on planet X which is s'posed to be comin' 'round in the year 2012 and then all hell is gonna break loose! Them conspiracy theorists have too much time on their hands.

Adams: Yeah, I'll make a note of that... Now snap out of it and get some sleep.

Adams leaves the basement while Black lies down on the couch.

Black: The hell was I talkin' about?

God · 08-29-2009, 10:55 AM

August 26th 2009
w/ NKA & Rich Stone vs The Brotherhood

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We go backstage with Michelle Kelly who is standing with Dr. Jack Adams and Jerry Black, who are preparing for their match.

Kelly: Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from a blockbuster tag team main event. With me at this time is Dr. Adams. First of all, congratulations on an impressive outing against Rich Stone.

Adams: Thanks. If certain individuals had been able to mind their own business, I'm sure I would have won.

Kelly: Coming off that match, how do you feel about teaming up with Rich Stone tonight?

Adams: Well, I'm understandably apprehensive about it. He thinks I'm out to get him for some reason, so I'll be watching him very carefully. If he realizes that I have no beef with him, he'll likely make a good partner.

Kelly: You'll also be teaming with the newcomer Nickolas Kennedy Arsen. What are your thoughts on him?

Adams: I don't know him very well, but he seems like a good enough guy. Judging from what I've seen so far, he's a hard worker with a lot of talent. I'm looking forward to teaming with him tonight.

Kelly: Since your return, you've made quite an impact. Now, you seem to have your sights set on the Brotherhood. Why?

Adams: They're bullies. I hate bullies. They apparently have yet to grow out of the juvenile, high school mentality that they can just gang up on everyone and take whatever they want. The've run roughshod over this company for too long, and I'm sick and tired of it. Judging by the events two weeks ago, I'm not alone in that opinion.

Black: It's time, Doc.

Kelly: Thanks for your time, Doctor, and good luck tonight.

Adams and Black head for the curtain and wait to be announced.

The Brain · 09-11-2009, 04:45 AM

September 9, 2009 - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Dr. Adams and Jerry Black are stowing gear in a locker and talking about their match tonight. Dr. Adams is looking through his bags and then suddenly appears frustrated.

Adams: I left something in the car, I'll be right back.

Black sees Adams leave and watches him walk a few feet down the hall. He then heads back to the locker, reaches into his bag, and pulls out a stack of flyers. He hands one out to everyone in the room with a little sly grin on his face. Adams finally gets back and Jerry quickly hides the flyers.

Black: Find it, Doc?

Adams: (reading) "Jerry Black organizing a celebration party."

Black tries to hide his surprise.

Black: eh.. hehe.. What?

Adams: It's right here in black and white. "...by organizing a post match party to celebrate."

Black: Oh, Doc... You know as well as I do that you can't trust them dirt sheets. They ain't nothin' but a page full of guesses written by a bunch of marks. You know bet-

Adams holds up a piece of paper right in Jerry's face.

Adams: This is the CWA Newswire. It holds a fair bit more credibility than a dirt sheet, don't you think?

Black knows he's busted, and wracks his brain for the right thing to say.

Black: ...Surprise?

Adams wads the paper and tosses it at the nearest wastebasket, missing by a mile. He starts unpacking his gear, visibly pissed.

Adams: You're one of the most superstitious people I've ever met. Why would you risk "jinxing" us like this?

Black: Maybe I just got overly excited. You're on your way to your first heavyweight championship of your career, kid. I know you're going to win, so I just wanted to make sure you get the recognition and accolades you deserve. That kind of thing takes planning.

Adams: I appreciate it, I really do. I just don't want to look past anyone, including Don de Vries, and assume I'm going to win. Overconfidence can be hell on a career. You know that.

Black: I wouldn't call it overconfidence. I'd call it... uh... Party Insurance. Yeah.

Adams rolls his eyes and gives the faintest hint of a smile.

Black: That's better. Now, onto this disabled man you're facing tonight. Make sure yo-

Adams: Disabled?

Black: He calls himself The Elephant Man, doesn't he? That's a serious condition, least I read.

Adams: Sometimes I think you suddenly forget how to be serious when you need to be serious the most.

Black: You already know how to tackle a guy his size and his style. You've been watching his matches all week. There's no coaching I can do at this point that would help. Plus, you're wound up like a spring, man. I'm just trying to lighten the mood.

Adams: Fair enough. Hey, where did you put your...

Adams reaches into Jerry's bag, but comes out with one of the flyers he was handing out earlier.

Adams: Oh, hell. No pressure, right?

Black just takes a shot from his flask, grins and shrugs.

God · 09-24-2009, 03:39 PM

September 23rd 2009
Meltdown

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Saturday, September 12, 2009 - Etobicoke, Ontario, Canada

We're outside the home of Dr. Jack Adams where Orlando Maxwell and John the camera man are waiting for someone to answer the door. They ring again and wait.

John: He's in the main event Heavyweight Title match at Meltdown. My money says he's in the basement working his ass off.

Maxwell looks at his watch.

Maxwell: He knows we're coming. Maybe we should just go in.

Maxwell tries the doorknob and the door swings open. They both enter and close the door, and wander aimlessly around the living room until they hear a God awful scream coming from the basement.

John: Told ya. I think the basement is this way.

Maxwell and John head to the basement door and open it. The sound of grunts, stomps, and bumps only gets louder as they make their way down the stairs.

Black: Alright, let's do it again; the RIGHT way this time!

Adams: Take it easy on the guy. He's busting his ass.

Maxwell and John get to the bottom of the stairs and apprehensively approach the ring. Adams notices them and nods in their direction.

Adams: Morning, gentlemen.

Black turns to see who Adams is talking to and his sour expression becomes downright hateful.

Adams: I apologize for the lack of a proper welcome, but as you can see we're qui-

Black: ...the blue hell are they doing here?!

Adams: Settle down, Jerry, I invited them. They're just going to get some training footage and a short interview later.

Black strides up to the extremely nervous duo and sticks a gnarly finger in their faces.

Black: You two had better be ghosts while we're workin'. If you make your presence known even once, I'm not gonna warn you, I'm not gonna slap your little wrists, I'm not gonna yell... I'm not gonna say a damn word. I'm just gonna throw your asses right out of here and get back to work. Is that clear?

Maxwell: Crystal, sir.

Black: Well, thank you very much. Now get outta sight and shut the hell up.

Maxwell and John, and quitely as possible, slink into the far corner of the basement and set up the camera.

Adams: Excuse him, guys. When he's in work mode, he can be a little... abrasive.

Black: Alright, that's enough. Let's run it again and this time, Smith, at least try to pretend this is a real match. Maybe try some counters or reversals every once in awhile? That'd be just dandy.

Black rings the bell and takes a swig from his flask to calm himself down. A couple of hours later, Adams and Smith are still working each other over in the ring. John and Orlando are trying to set up a shot in the corner of the gym. Orlando is in front of the camera with a microphone trying to find the best place to stand.

Maxwell: (whispering) Here?

John: (whispering) Step to your left and back a little.

In the ring, Adams hits a drop toe hold out of nowhere and locks in the Final Adjustment. Smith tries desperately for the ropes but finally taps out.

Black: That's it, kid! That's how ya do it! Smith, you didn't stink up the basement this time. Good job. Doc, one thing we might want to drill tomor-

Maxwell takes one step back too many and knocks over a dumbbell. The thud echoes through the whole gym. John and Maxwell freeze and the room goes deathly silent. Black marches up to Orlando, grabs him by the seat of his pants and his collar, and starts escorting him to the stairs.

Adams: Jerry, let him go. We were about to break for lunch anyways, so let's go ahead and knock out that interview.

Black glares at Maxwell, but lets him go. A few minutes later, Adams is enjoying a massive piece of salmon and a salad.

Adams: Whenever you're ready.

John: ...and five, four, three...

Maxwell: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here in the home gym of the man that will be facing Ultimate Pain for the CWA World Heavyweight Championship at Meltdown. Dr. Adams, thanks for having us.

Adams: No problem at all. Thanks for coming.

Black rolls his eyes, mutters something under his breath, and takes a long pull from his flask off camera.

Maxwell: What are your thoughts on the recent announcement of the special guest referee for your match: The Guardian Devil?

Adams: I'm not sure how to feel about it, honestly. I hope he'll be unbiased, but I'm not holding my breath. Apparently he has some beef with Pain, so I wouldn't be surprised if he tilts the match in my favor out of spite. A victory in that manner wouldn't do me any favors, but I'll take it just the same. I'd much rather earn it than have it handed to me by a crooked official.

Maxwell: It's no secret that you believe Ultimate Pain to be behind the assault on your friend, Roberto. Why do you feel this way?

Adams: I don't mean to be a smart ass, but do you watch the shows? Ultimate Pain has a long history attacking whomever he pleases. Hell, on the second Adrenaline Rush, after being attacked by Joey Nicholas, he knocked me right back down on his way to the ring, for no reason whatsoever. He actually had a reason to attack Roberto.

Maxwell: That is?

Adams: He's terrified of him. He knows Roberto has his number in a fair fight, that's why he put him on the shelf.

Maxwell: What is your strategy going into your first pay-per-view main event, your first Heavyweight Title shot, and a chance to be the first man to have held the Lightweight and Heavyweight Championships.

Adams: Don't take anything for granted. The smart money is saying that Devil is going to try to screw Pain out of the title, but I'm going into the match as if he's going to try and screw ME out of the title. I'm covering my bases and trusting nobody.

Maxwell: Thank you so much for your time, Doctor. I just have one more question.

Black: No, you don't. Lunch is over, so this interview is over.

Adams: I apologize again for his rudeness, but this is crunch time.

Black is now in the media area of the basement, looking very impatient.

Black: Doc! Get your notebook and get in here!

Adams shakes hands with Maxwell and John.

Adams: Have a safe trip, guys. See you in London.