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    Dr. Jack Adams, DC (RETIRED)

    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:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBeg7CZqSx0

    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:

    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.
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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    Intro promo added.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    ................ tbh...... best superstar on this roster

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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    December 31st 2008

    Dr. Adams sits in the hallway, flipping pages on a clipboard. He looks up at the camera and smiles.

    I'm uncharacteristically happy today. You see, I haven't had anything to look forward to in quite some time.

    Dr. Adams holds up the clipboard.

    I have three new patients, and they all have an appointment for the 31st.

    Tony Burlom, the poor lad, has been slumped over his video games for so long that he's developed a violent temper. I'm no psychiatrist, but he also seems to be a paranoid delusional. A quick crack of the spine should be adequate to alleviate his temper and snap him back to reality. If only all cases were this easy...

    Dr. Adams flips to the next page.

    The case of Joey Nicholas is a bit more difficult. He seems like a polite enough man, but he doesn't fool me. I've treated at least fifty guys just like him. I know the type. He hasn't wrestled a single match for the CWA and he already thinks he's the crown jewel. Forcing him to tap to the Final Adjustment should bring his ego down a few notches.

    Dr. Adams flips to the next page.

    It seems one Mr. Alsam has elected not to have a consultation. No matter. I was once renowned for my ability to evaluate and treat new patients on short notice. He will be no exception.

    Dr. Adams puts down the clipboard and takes off his glasses. A proud, resolute expression washes over his face.

    My time is at hand. How appropriate that the eve of the new year will mark the eve of a new era for the CWA, and more importantly, for myself. At Adrenaline Rush, I will become the first CWA World Lightweight Champion!
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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    Edit: ya beat me


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    Sorry, you can finish if you wish.
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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    January 14, 2009, Adrenaline Rush

    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...


    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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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    January 28th, 2009, Adrenaline Rush

    We're backstage in Seattle, WA with Orlando Maxwell and Dr. Jack Adams, who is warming up for his match.

    OM: Last month, at the CWA's very first Adrenaline Rush, we crowned our first Lightweight Champion. However, the controversy of that match has caused some turbulence among the top contenders for the title. At our last Adrenaline Rush, during an address from our new champion, the situation came to a head. Let's take a look:

    A clip is shown of the incident, starting from the end of the Champion's speech to the end of the brawl.

    OM: Dr. Adams, would you care to comment on your actions last week?

    JA: What I did last week should have been no surprise to you or anyone else, especially Alsam. Nobody does to me what he did last month without expecting a receipt. If he had been a man and accepted defeat in the title match, we wouldn't have any problems right now. Maybe he was just blinded by his violent temper, but the fact that I was able to catch him off-guard during our most recent altercation speaks to his lack of foresight.

    OM: Tonight, on the heels of your last encounter, you'll be teaming with him in a match against Hardcore Hell. How do you feel about that?

    JA: I feel that Mr. Anderson has either a very sound mind for booking wrestling events or a very sick sense of humor.

    Dr. Adams stops for a moment.

    JA: That might be the most redundant thing I've ever said.

    Maxwell looks confused.

    JA: Nevermind. As for the match tonight, it's quite simple. It's a match. The objective is to win. I am willing to cooperate with Alsam, as much as it pains me to do so. If he has any sense of self-preservation, he will keep that temper of his in check long enough to get a victory. If he wants to consult with me after the match, so be it, but he'd better keep his head on straight from bell to bell.

    OM: Just one more question, Dr. Adams. After the last Adrenaline Rush, I couldn't help but notice you leaving with a man who seemed like a good friend. May I ask who that was?

    JA: No, you may not.

    Orlando Maxell looks befuddled and a little disappointed as Dr. Adams hears his match being announced and walks away abruptly.

    OM: Thanks.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    February 11, 2009, Unrising

    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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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    2-26-09, The Owner's Office

    *Knock, knock*

    Dr. Jack Adams steps into the office with a grim expression on his face.

    Dr. Adams:
    I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Anderson, but I think you'll want to hear this.

    Dr. Adams pulls a document from his bags and starts to unfold it. He notices John the camera man hiding behind the ficus in the corner.

    Dr. Adams: *sigh* I heard the showers running in Roberto's locker room.

    John: Oh, snap!

    John leaves with his camera and shuts the door behind him.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    3-11-09, Adrenaline Rush

    Next on Adrenaline Rush, Dr. Jack Adams' music hits and the crowd gives a loud pop. Adams appears on the entrance ramp and makes his way to the ring, tagging a few outstretched hands on the way. He looks uncharacteristically humble and preoccupied as he steps into the ring and pulls a mic from his blazer pocket. He adjusts his tie, takes a moment, and raises the mic to his mouth.

    Adams: First of all, I want to thank you for your respect.

    The crowd pops again. Adams waits for the crowd to settle and begins to speak.

    Adams: I came here to the CWA for one reason, and that was to be the Lightweight Champion. When I finally attained that goal, I didn't get a victory parade. Hell, I didn't even get a victory speech.

    The crowd jeers faintly.

    Adams: Some people in the back might be offended by that kind of treatment. I'm not one of those people. My only regret is that I didn't get to publicly thank those who helped me realize my goal. So, if you'll indulge me for a moment, I have a few things to get off my chest.

    The crowd pops again as Adams paces for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

    Adams: A wise man once told me that there's, "Nothing' wrong with being' liked". That man has been somewhat of a publicity hermit thus far, but he's agreed to make an appearance tonight. Allow me to introduce the nine-time former TWF Heavyweight Champion, "Gentleman" Jerry Black!

    Jerry Black makes his way from the entrance to a big pop. He steps into the ring alongside Adams and gives him a hug.

    Adams: Jerry, I didn't understand what you were trying to teach me until Uprising. That night, I felt as if I had ten thousand people in my corner. The support I felt that night, and the effect it had on my performance, cannot be ignored.

    Another pop rings out as Adams points at the audience.

    Adams: You all helped me achieve my goal here in the CWA, and I sincerely thank you.

    The crowd pops massively, and a 'Dr. Adams' clap-chant ripples through the arena.

    Adams: So, instead of a parade or a speech, I got a title defence at the very next Adrenaline Rush, where I failed all of you and myself. It would be easy for me to stand here and feed you a lame excuse for why I lost. It doesn't matter that minutes before the match, I learned that the very same man that put me out of my medical practice had been campaigning, quite successfully, to make sure I never wrestle another sanctioned match again.

    The crowd jeers harshly.

    Adams: I was the one who let that knowledge get inside my head and interfere with my performance. That's my fault. Unfortunately, the worry on my mind that night was not unfounded. I'm sorry to announce that my wrestling license has been revoked. Mr. Anderson has no choice at this point but to remove me from the CWA roster.

    The crowd jeers faintly and then falls into near silence.

    Adams: The only true passions in my life are chiropractics and wrestling, and both of those have been robbed from me. Trust me when I say that every bit of my time and effort from this point forth will be spent searching for a way back here. Mark my words: the Doctor shall return.

    The crowd gives a massive pop as Dr. Adams and Jerry Black walk to the entrance ramp. As they get to the curtain, they both turn to the audience, clasp hands, and bow before they disappear down the tunnel.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    04-09-09, Owner's Office

    *Dr. Adams knocks and steps inside the office after enjoying In Exile from his ringside seat.*

    Adams: Hell of a card tonight. I'm sorry I couldn't be on it.

    *Adams grins and pulls a document from his inside blazer pocket.*

    Adams: This isn't exactly the good news I was waiting for, but it'll work for now. While lobbying for my return to the ring, I found a loophole that, oddly enough, applies to my former profession.

    *Adams places his re-instated medical license on Mr. Anderson's desk with a smile.*

    Adams:
    Is your medical staff still as short-handed as I remember?


    Anderson: If i was a religious man i would praise the Lord, but im not. I have been doing everything i can to get you your licence back but for some reason i keep getting cut off as soon as i get anywhere. Hopefully this is just the first step in getting you back in the ring where you belong. Welcome aboard Doctor.
    Adams: Excellent.

    *Adams shakes hands with Anderson and walks toward the door.*

    Adams:
    Judging from the action tonight, it looks like I have my work cut out for me already.

    *Adams leaves.*


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    05-06-09, Adrenaline Rush

    A tall, burly man in a suit is pushing another well-dressed man in a wheelchair through the backstage area. They are stopped by Michelle Kelly.

    Michelle Kelly: Excuse me, you can't come through here without a pass.

    Wheelchair Man: The head of your medical staff put me in this... thing. I'd like to speak to his superior.

    Michelle Kelly: JOHN! Get your ass over here!

    John the Cameraman runs over to capture the scene.

    Wheelchair Man: No, no, NO!! I will not be a part of some lame segment for some lame wrestling show! Listen carefully, babe. I want to see Charles Anderson. Tell me where he is or get the hell out of my way.

    Michelle Kelly: Ugh! Find him yourself!

    Michelle Kelly storms off as John points the way to Anderson's office.
    Backstage now and Charles Anderson is sitting at his desk with the man in the wheelchair we saw earlier.

    Charles Anderson: Let me get this straight. You put my former Lightweight Champion out of wrestling and now you're asking for my cooperation?

    Wheelchair Man: Correct.

    Charles Anderson: Mister, you have exactly five seconds to convince me why I shouldn't have you thrown out of this building.

    Wheelchair Man: Hey, take it easy! Sure, I pulled a few strings to get his wrestling license revoked, but I also have the power to get that license reinstated. You're obviously a business man, so I have a business proposition. If you truly value your 'former Lightweight champion', then you'll hear me out.

    Charles Anderson: I'm listening.

    The scene fades out before the conversation can really get going as we return to ringside to continue with the in ring action.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    05-08-09, Hallway

    *A tall, burly man in a suit is pushing another man in a wheelchair. They are leaving the office of Charles Anderson and heading down the hallway when they're spotted by Dr. Adams. Adams drops his clipboard and stares a hole into the man in the wheelchair.*

    Adams: I was sure I smelled sulfur. What the hell are you doing here? Let me guess. You heard I found a way to be happy and that pissed you off, so you've come to take that away, too. Are you threatening legal action against Anderson so he'll fire me? No, you're bribing him, aren't you? You underhanded son of a bitch.

    *Adams takes off his coat, throws it on the floor and starts rolling up his sleeves as he marches towards his sworn enemy.*

    Adams: Give me one reason why I shouldn't end you right here and now, Loki.

    *The well-dressed thug moves in front of the wheelchair, cracking his knuckles. He produces a lead pipe from inside his coat. Adams stops in his tracks.*

    Loki: I don't go by Loki anymore, Adams. Loki died the day you stole my ability to walk.

    Adams: If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. I'm sorry about what I've done to you. If I'd known how vindictive you really are... if I'd known you'd go to such lengths to rob me of my livelihood, I wouldn't have helped you at all. I paid your medical bills. I paid for your physical therapy. I made sure every doctor in Canada did their damndest to make you walk again. Now you're here, again, trying to take from me my newest attempt to make my life make sense.

    Loki: Oh, and spending some of your small fortune on my account was a huge sacrifice, huh? I'M IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR! I'll be here the rest of my life!

    *Loki tries to compose himself.*

    Loki: You robbed me of my livelihood as well, Adams. I'm only here to make sure you suffer properly.

    *Loki nods to his wing man and they begin to head for the exit.*

    Loki: See you soon.

    *Adams stands alone fuming, and then in deep thought. He picks up his clipboard and heads back to his office.*


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    05-11-09, The Owner's Office

    *Dr. Jack Adams walks in and he's obviously anxious.*

    Adams: So?! I know you talked to him!

    *Adams tries to calm himself.*

    Adams: I saw him and his bodyguard coming out of here, so I know you two had a meeting. He seemed awfully confident. What did he say?!

    Anderson closes his notebook and slides it into the open top drawer of his desk before he responds to the head of the Medical Staff.

    Anderson: Well Dr. Adams, i can only assume that this is your old friend you are refering to? If so, i have no problem admiting to meeting with him not long ago. However, he has made a request to keep the content of the meeting private and confidential. I'm sorry Doctor, but i am a man of my word.

    *Dr. Adams grits his teeth and closes his eyes in frustration, then tries to calm himself.*

    Adams: If you gave him your word, then I understand...

    *Dr. Adams opens the office door.*

    Adams: ...but I don't have to like it.

    *Dr. Adams leaves, slamming the door behind him.*


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    06-03-09, Hostile Takeover

    We cut to the office of one Charles W. Anderson, who is sitting at his desk across from Dr. Jack Adams and Jerry Black. All three of them are studying a long contract. Mr. Anderson plops his copy on his desk, removes his glasses, and rubs his eyes.

    Anderson: From what I can gather, this thirty-four page monstrosity of a contract boils down to this: Mr. Quade wants you to compete in an unsanctioned match. If you win, Quade will sign the necessary documents to reinstate your wrestling license. He will also agree to never meddle in your affairs ever again. He'll have no unsolicited contact with you of any kind... not even a Christmas card.

    Adams: Give me a pen.

    Anderson: Hold your horses, Doc. If you lose, not only will your wrestling license stay suspended, but you will have to cut all ties with professional wrestling in general. That means you will have to resign as the head of my medical team and you won't be able to pursue a career in professional wrestling in any capacity whatsoever, not even as a roadie.

    Anderson takes another sip of coffee.

    Anderson: Also, it's not in the contract, but I'd imagine your medical license would be in jeopardy as well, as there's no provision to keep him from meddling with it if you lose.

    Dr. Adams grits his teeth and shares a frustrated look with Jerry Black. He turns his attention back to Anderson.

    Adams: Who is my opponent?

    Anderson: Well, that's where the contract conveniently gets a bit vague. All it says is that you must face the opponent of Mr. Quade's choosing.

    Adams: Well, that could be anybody... most likely someone not on the CWA roster.

    Anderson: Exactly. Also, keep in mind that this is an unsanctioned match with no rules. Technically, he can throw as many people at you as he can muster.

    Adams and Black share a brief look, then Adams' eyes gloss over as he drifts into deep thought. He starts to pace.

    Anderson: This is exactly why I waited for your word. I'm not signing this abomination until you do, if you even choose to do so.

    Adams says nothing and keeps pacing. Anderson and Black share an unknowing look, then turn back to Adams and wait.
    We're back in the office of Charles W. Anderson, who is sitting at his desk while Dr. Adams paces back and forth and Jerry Black sips on his flask. Adams finally stops in his tracks and chuckles softly.

    Adams: It all makes perfect sense. I put Quade in that wheelchair. Even though I did what I could to help him financially, I will still have that guilt on my head for the rest of my life. Besides that, if I don't take this offer, he's going to make the rest of my life a living hell. I have to do this.

    Black: Don't you see what he's doing? Don't you realize the way he thinks? He wants to cripple you! In his warped mind, the only thing better than crippling you is crippling you live on television! Think about this, man!

    Adams: You're probably right. I wouldn't put it past him. However, the way I see it, this match is my only chance at redemption. If I win, I've proven to myself that I have no more reason to feel guilty and Quade still gets some measure of satisfaction. Plus, he's out of my life forever. If I lose, he gets his revenge and I'll have no more reason to feel guilty. Besides, I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair than live in regret of putting another human being in one.

    The office is overcome by an awkward silence. After what seems like an hour, Jerry Black takes another swig from his flask and opens his mouth.

    Black: Just for the record, I'm 100% against this move. But if it's something you feel like you have to do, then I'll be your corner man.

    Adams: Thanks, Jerry. I knew I could count on you.

    Adams grabs a pen from Anderson's desk and signs the contract.

    Black: You're one crazy bastard.

    Anderson watches in disbelief, but reluctantly signs his name under Adams'.

    Anderson: Now it's official. On June 17th at Adrenaline Rush in Columbus, Ohio, you'll compete in an unsanctioned match against an unknown opponent for your reinstatement. I hope, for your sake, you know what you're doing.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    06-17-09, Adrenaline Rush

    We cut to a near empty locker room as the camera pans over to Adams who is sitting on a bench taping up his wrists. Jerry Black is behind him massaging his shoulders. The room is deathly quiet except for the pulling and cutting of tape. Adams finishes his wrist, takes a deep breath, and speaks.

    Adams: I appreciate you wanting to be in my corner. We don't know what we're facing tonight, so that really means a lot. I just have one more favour.

    Jerry Black stays silent and continues his work.

    Adams: Don't be in my corner tonight.

    Black: What?

    Adams: You know Quade just as well as I do. If he knows I have a friend at ringside, he will find a way to exploit it. This is the first, and probably only time I'll say this. Your presence at ringside will be more of a hindrance than help tonight. Understand?

    Jerry Black grits his teeth and looks helplessly at nothing in particular.

    Black: Ok, Doc. Just be careful out there.
    Lindsay Monahan: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an unsanctioned match with no time limit, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the head of the CWA Medical Staff, Dr. Jack Adams!

    Dr. Adams steps through the curtain in his ring attire for the first time in over four months. The crowd is on fire as he makes his way to the ring for a chance to be reinstated as a licensed professional wrestler. He steps into the ring and mounts every corner, basking in the cheers of his fans.

    Lindsay Monahan: And his opponent...

    Lindsay Monahan turns to the timekeeper and various officials around the ring. She obviously has no idea who to announce next.

    Mr. Quade appears on the ramp to a chorus of loud boos. He's being pushed in his wheelchair by his bodyguard, who is in full ring attire. The bodyguard makes his way to ringside and parks Mr. Quade's chair next to the announce position. Mr. Quade grabs a microphone from the announce table.

    Mr. Quade: ...weighing in at 324 pounds, standing 6' 11" tall, my protégé... The Bouncer!

    The crowd boos violently as The Bouncer nods to Quade and then steps into the ring. This guy is a monster with a physique that's obviously been built by lots of weight training and enough steroids to kill a small herd of elephants.

    The Bouncer stares down a much smaller Dr. Adams as the bell sounds. They exchange a few inaudible words as they circle each other. They finally tie up and Adams gets thrown hard into the corner. The Bouncer laughs as Adams gets back to his feet and regroups. Adams circles around The Bouncer and throws a couple of stiff kicks to his left thigh. The Bouncer charges in anger and rams him into the corner. The Bouncer now with repeated shoulders to Adams' gut. The Bouncer whips Adams hard into the opposite corner and follows him in with a hard clothesline and then smears him with a vicious belly to belly. The Bouncer stands over Adams and puts a boot on his chest.

    ONE!

    Adams easily kicks out of the nonchalant pin attempt, but he's visibly stunned and grimacing with pain. The Bouncer helps Adams off the mat and lays a few right hands into his forehead. He follows up with a kick to the gut followed by a vertical suplex, hits the ropes, and returns with a nasty knee drop to Adams' head. The Bouncer taunts Adams with a few slaps to his face while he's down. The crowd boos loudly as The Bouncer pulls Adams back up and whips him into the ropes. The Bouncer sets up for a spine buster but Adams counters with a brain-rattling DDT! Adams covers The Bouncer!

    ONE!

    The Bouncer kicks out with authority, sending Adams a couple feet in the air and back to his feet. Adams quickly goes back to work on the massive left leg of The Bouncer with a series of stomps and elbow drops. Adams now looking for a figure four, but The Bouncer just kicks him away. The Bouncer is now back on his feet and slams a couple of straight right hands into Adams' face. Adams is whipped into the ropes and gets mauled by a clothesline, which causes him to turn a full back flip. The Bouncer comes off the ropes with a splash to the fallen Adams.

    ONE! TWO!

    Adams kicks out and The Bouncer gets back to his feet. He's stalking Adams, who's still on the mat. Adams slowly gets back to his feet and The Bouncer locks in a bear hug. Adams' arms are trapped and he has nowhere to go as he tries to conserve his oxygen. The Bouncer squeezes tighter and tighter with every escape attempt. Finally Adams unloads with a head butt to The Bouncer's chin. The Bouncer hangs on but gets two more head butts and finally lets go. Adams drops to the mat in exhaustion as The Bouncer tries to shake off the cobwebs.

    Adams finally gets back to his feet just in time to deliver a drop toe hold to his charging opponent. Adams goes right back to work on The Bouncer's left leg, pulling and twisting it and dropping elbows. Adams dazes The Bouncer with a few stomps to his chest and a kick to the head before successfully locking in the figure four! The Bouncer writhes in pain as Adams squeezes for all he's worth. After a long minute, The Bouncer reaches the ropes but Adams doesn't have to let go in this unsanctioned match. The Bouncer uses the ropes to reverse the hold and Adams releases, but the damage has been done. Adams gets up, rolls out of the ring, grabs The Bouncer's injured left leg, and wraps it around the ring post three or four times.

    Now Adams applies another figure four around the ring post! The Bouncer screams in pain as Adams is determined to take that left leg home and mount it over his fireplace. From out of nowhere, a man with a lead pipe appears out of the crowd and swings it hard into Adams' gut! It's Abdul Akbar Alsam, the man Adams exiled from the CWA five months ago! Adams releases the hold against his will and takes a few more pipe shots to the chest and gut. The Bouncer stands up shakily and motions to Alsam, and Alsam rolls Adams back into the ring. The Bouncer picks Adams up and holds him for Alsam, who goes to work on Adams with the pipe. He finally delivers one last shot, opening a nasty gash over Adams' left eye.

    The crowd boos wildly as The Bouncer and Alsam celebrate in the ring and Mr. Quade cheers his approval at ringside. Mr. Quade is screaming, "NOW! DO IT NOW!" The Bouncer throws a bleeding Adams down to the mat and rolls him on his stomach. Alsam lays two hard pipe shots into Adams' back. He grins evilly, throws the pipe out of the ring, and locks in the very hold that crippled Quade, Adams' own finishing hold, the Final Adjustment! Adams screams in pain as The Bouncer limps around the ring taunting Adams and the crowd.

    Jerry Black runs down the ramp to ringside, picks up Alsam's discarded pipe, and hits Alsam hard in the back of his head, breaking the hold and knocking him out! Before he can swing again, The Bouncer grabs his arm and twists it, forcing him to drop the pipe. He kicks Black in the gut and demolishes him with a thunderous power bomb! The Bouncer turns his attention back to an unconscious Adams and tries to finish the job with a camel clutch. Adams is still unconscious and it looks like his spine will snap at any second.

    The Bouncer takes a vicious chair shot in the back, breaking up the hold! The Bouncer turns around to see his attacker and Roberto swings again, hitting him right between the eyes, sending him to the mat. Roberto pummels The Bouncer with the chair while he's down. When he's finally satisfied, he drops the chair, grabs Adams by the wrist, and drapes him over The Bouncer! Roberto screams at the ref, "COUNT IT!"

    ONE! TWO! THREE!

    Lindsay Monahan: Here is your winner, Dr. Jack Adams!

    The crowd erupts as Roberto checks on a bleeding, unconscious Adams and Jerry Black gets to his feet to assist. Alsam and The Bouncer are starting to wake up as Mr. Anderson appears on the Tron.

    Charles Anderson: Security, get that garbage out of my ring and out of my arena. While you're at it, escort Mr. Quade to my office. He owes Dr. Adams an autograph.

    Mr. Quade is absolutely livid as a member of security pushes him up the ramp and through the curtain. Other members of security enter the ring and extract The Bouncer and Alsam, who are still barely conscious. The medical staff rush the ring and attend to Adams. After a couple of moments, and with a lots of help, Adams gets to his feet and raises his arm in victory, much to the crowd's approval. They get him out of the ring and help him to the back as the crowd continues to cheer.
    We cut to the medical bay where Dr. Jack Adams is lying on a bed being stitched up by a member of the medical staff. Jerry Black is standing in the background watching intently and sipping on his flask.

    Medic: That should do it. I'm sure you know this already, but keep that wound clean and take good care of those ribs.

    The Medic gathers his equipment and heads for the door.

    Medic: I'm going to miss you as a boss, but I look forward to seeing what you do in the ring. Keep up the good work, Doc.

    Dr. Adams rubs his stitched forehead and smiles.

    Adams: You do the same.

    The Medic opens the door and stands aside as Roberto enters, and then leaves.

    Roberto: You ok, Doc?

    Adams: I've never felt better in my life. (to Jerry Black) I thought I told you to stay away from ringside.

    Jerry Black takes a swig from his flask and hands it to Adams with a grin.

    Black: I'm not too far past my prime to swing a pipe. That power bomb was a different story though... damn.

    Jerry Black favours his back a bit as Roberto steps over to Adams and shakes his hand. Adams takes a sip from the flask and hands it to Roberto who takes it hesitantly and takes a sip. He seems pleasantly surprised.

    Roberto: Now that's what I call Scotch.

    Roberto hands the flask over to Jerry Black who quickly takes another sip.

    Adams: It's hard to beat Vat 69.

    Roberto: I just wanted to congratulate you on your successful return. It's good to have you back.

    Adams: Thanks to a few well-timed chair shots, I might add. I owe you in a big way. Also, congratulations to you too, Mr. Future Number One contender. Good luck in your title match.

    Roberto: Thanks, Doc. Take care of yourself.

    Jerry Black takes what looks like the last sip from the flask as Roberto heads for the door and leaves.

    Adams: Jerry, refill that flask and get back here ASAP. This is a celebration, man!

    Jerry: On it, boss!

    Jerry Black leaves with the flask and Adams lays back on his bed with a very content expression on his face. He closes his eyes and reflects on what he's gained this evening. He's shuffled off the guilt of crippling another human being and he's ridden himself of the man he's crippled: a meddling politician. From now on, his career and his life is his own. After a few moments, he hears the door open again.

    Adams: That was quick.

    Jay Walters saunters up to a prone Dr. Adams and opens up with a series of hammer fists to the ribs. He picks a wounded Adams up off his bed and kicks him in the gut, bending him over. Walters then hits a vile cradle DDT on Adams on the hard floor of the medical bay!

    Jay Walters: WELCOME BACK, DOC!

    Walters spits on Adams' prone body before leaving the medical bay with a smile. Dr. Adams lies unconscious on the floor.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    07-01-09, Adrenaline Rush

    A video package is shown next of the career highlights of Dr. Jack Adams. It begins with his debut in the CWA, then his Lightweight Championship win and loss, and his announcement of the loss of his wrestling license. Next is some footage of Dr. Adams as a medic in the CWA, helping various wrestlers and leading the medical staff. Next we see the confrontation with Mr. Quade, the contract signing, and highlights of the unsanctioned match on the previous Adrenaline Rush. The package ends on his victory with the help of Jerry Black and Roberto.

    The video package finishes and Dr. Adams' music hits. The crowd roars as he appears on the ramp, obviously still in pain but beaming with happiness and relief. He makes his way to the ring, tagging nearly every hand on his way. He gingerly walks up the steps, enters the ring, and pulls a mic from his blazer pocket. He raises the mic and opens his mouth, but the crowd starts to chant, "Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!" Adams beams a wide smile at the crowd and waits patiently for them to settle, then tries again.

    Adams: You know, the last time we met like this, I was announcing my involuntary departure from ring competition. Four months later, here I am announcing my voluntary return.

    The crowd pops again and a smiling Adams just takes it all in and waits for the noise to die down.

    Adams: Thanks to my trainer and friend Jerry Black, and my friend Roberto, I was not only able to walk away from that match, but I walked away from that match with a clear conscience. In addition to that, I got rid of a vindictive politician who used every resource at his disposal to rob me of my livelihood. If I see or hear from him again, even by proxy, I can sue him for all he's worth for breach of contract, and he knows it. I've finally seen the last of Lok.. I mean, "Mr. Quade".

    The crowd likely knew this already, but roars at hearing it from Adams himself.

    Adams: I feel like the sad, bitter man I was when I first arrived here is gone, and a new Jack Adams has arrived. For the first time in years, I am truly happy. However, one thing that hasn't changed about me since my debut here in the CWA is my thirst for competition. I crave it. I thrive on it. Even as I lay in bed in the medical bay, I wondered who my next challenge would be. I didn't have to think about it long before my next challenge found me.

    Adams looks up at the Tron as another package is shown of Jay Walters sneaking into the medical bay and attacking Dr. Adams. The scene ends with Adams lying in a heap on the floor and Walters walking away. The crowd boos loudly.

    Adams: Ever since that night, I've been trying to figure out what exactly is motivating Mr. Walters. Is his self esteem so low that he has to attack an injured man to get attention? Is he trying to get my attention in particular? Is he just a deranged individual gets a kick out of inflicting pain? Then I came to a conclusion: His motivation is of little consequence. No matter what his agenda is, he is now the primary blip on my radar, and that is very bad news for him.

    The crowd cheers loudly as Adams stares directly into the hard camera.

    Adams: Mr. Walters, you may have the upper hand when I'm lying injured on a bed with my eyes closed, but I'm a far greater challenge when I'm at 100%, standing, with my eyes wide open. You want attention? You like inflicting pain? Well, I'm offering you an opportunity to do both. You see, I'm currently accepting new patients and you are in dire need of an adjustment. My date book is wide open, so do yourself a favour and make an appointment. Simply put: I want a one on one match. If you refuse, you'll just confirm my suspicion that you're absolutely gutless.

    Adams heads for the ring stairs, grins, and pauses.

    Adams: It's great to be back.

    Dr. Adams' music hits again and he heads up the ramp to the backstage area.


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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    July 15th 2009
    Roberto, Dr. Jack Adams & Ralph McCoy vs Joey Nicholas, The Ultimate Pain & Jay Walters

    *The scene opens up in the backstage interview area. Orlando Maxwell is standing with a microphone in hand surrounded by Roberto, Doc Adams and Ralph.*

    Orlando: "The all wrestling world is buzzing about the big main event taking place at Adrenaline Rush this coming Wednesday night. It's going to be Ultimate Pain teaming up with fellow Brotherhood member Joey Nicholas and newcomer Jay Walters taking on these three men standing next to me, the team of Roberto, Doctor Jack Adams and Ralph McCoy.

    *Orlando turns to Roberto.*

    Orlando: "Gentlemen, six men tag team matches are all about team effort and Roberto it looks like you've assembled a pretty good team here."

    Roberto: "Thats right Orlando, There isn't anybody else out there whom I'd rather go to war with, than these 2 men standing beside me right now. Doc Adams and I have been watching each others back since the beginning of CWA and there is no other man I trust more. Ralph on the other hand is new and I hardly know him, but any enemy of my enemy is my ally and Ralph fits that description to perfection. You see, we all have personal business to take care with each everyone of those guys and we are all looking for payback, tell him Doc."

    Doc: "Jamie Walters, about a month ago you decided to make an impact here in CWA at my expense. You thought it was a good idea ambushing me after my match and well, it worked, you did make an impact. But what you've failed to understand is, that every action has an equal and opposite reaction and at Adreanline Rush, you will find out exactly what that opposite reaction is."

    Orlando: "Well, it looks like Walters has chewed more than he can handle. Alright, as you know this will be a tag team competition, however I see some individual match ups taking place, one possibly could be you Ralph McCoy and the Real Deal Joey Nicholas."

    Ralph: "Yessum, and at this Adrenaline Rush Joey Nicholas, you'll be gettin' a preview of what's in store for you at Redemption! Im getting sick and tired of hearing you talking about how great you are. How everything you do is so great...great at this, great at that. Well, I'll tell you this Real Deal, there's no place to run at Adrenaline Rush. I've got Roberto and Dr. Adams watching my back, so boy, you better look great, otherwise you're going to be greatly disappointed. You all better watch your behinds"

    *Ralph looks at Roberto for a second.*

    *Orlando turns to Doc Adams.*

    Orlando: "Alright, lets talk about outside interferences. The Brotherhood are well known for not fighting fair, therefore the possibility of this turning into a 4 on 3 or 5 on 3 or even 6 on 3 is very likely."

    Doc: "Odds make no difference to us, we've been fighting them all our lives. If the all Brotherhood wants to get involved, that's fine with us, it's going to be just more asses for us to kick."

    Orlando: "Strategy plays an important part in tag team competitio, Roberto what's your game plan goin into this bout?"

    *Roberto turns to the camera.*

    Roberto: "Well, the plan is simple. Ralphy boy is going to take care of Joey Nicholas. Doc here is going to perform surgery on Jay Walters, which leaves you Ultimate Pain all to myself and baby, Im going to have fun abusing you. I have moves you've never seen before and I promise you this Millhouse, you're going to love every single minute of it."

    *All three wrestlers are getting pumped up by screaming and jumping around.*

    Ralph: "WOOOOOOO!!!"

    Doc: "YEAHHHHHH!!!"

    Ralph: "The Roadrunners are the best team in the world today and we're goi..."

    *Roberto cuts Ralph off.*

    Roberto: "woah woah woah, wait a second...did you say Roadrunners?"

    Ralph: "Oh ya, forgot to tell you fellas, but I took the liberty of naming our team. Every great team needs a name, so we are now know as the Roadrunners."

    Roberto: "The Roadrunners? nooooo, no, no, no. That's not a good name at all and anyway, me and the Doc were actually discussing this before and we came to the conclusion that the Shining Rainbow would suit us so much better."

    Doc: "Waiiiit a minute there Roberto. I think you were the only one who thought that was a good name, in reality I think the name I came up for us is much, much better. The Graduates is what we should call ourselves."

    *Doc stands there all proud at the name he has chosen.*

    Ralph: "Well, The Graduates sounds catchy and all, but I actually never graduated."

    Roberto: "Alrighty then, The Shining Rainbow it is."

    Ralph: "Well, dag gummit, I dont know if that will work for me either."

    Roberto: "Why not?"

    Ralph: "Because Im not, you know, uhh you know, Im not like you...not that there's anything wrong with that."

    *Ralph looks at Adams.*

    Doc: "Not at all."

    Roberto: "I have no clue what you're talking about sweety."

    Ralph: "Ok Roberto, listen I meant to ask you this before...it's not like I care or nothing, but being your teamate and all uh...you're just messing with everyone...you're just messing with all of us right...uh you're not really uh..."

    Roberto: "What are you talking about Ralphy."

    Ralph: "Look man, it dont matter to me you know ehhh ehhh...if...ehh ehhh...you know if if....you know....I just gotta know you know."

    Roberto: "If it dont matter, what's the big deal?"

    Ralph: "I just gotta know."

    Roberto: "Know what?"

    *Ralph is getting all frustrated and angry.*

    Ralph: "You know what I gotta know, stop messing with my mind."

    Roberto: "I don't know what you're talking about sunshine."

    *Ralph puts his hands on his head and as he storms off the set all frustrated, Jack Adams leans toward Roberto.*

    Doc: "I think he's been out in the sun tending to his chickens for far too long."

    *Roberto just nods in agreement.*

    Roberto: "I hope he gets to feel better by Adrenaline Rush."

    *Scene fades to black.*
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    Re: Dr. Jack Adams, DC

    July 29th 2009

    We're backstage in Moscow at CWA's annual Redemption PPV as Jerry Black and Dr. Jack Adams arrive and make their way down the hall. The tandem is spotted by Orlando Maxwell who walks up to greet them.

    Maxwell:
    Afternoon gentlemen. I know you have a good bit on your mind, but could I get a few words with you please?

    Adams: Sure, I have a few minutes.

    Adams puts down his bags and pulls up a chair. Black rolls his eyes and takes a shot from his flask.

    Maxwell: Walters is a newcomer to the CWA, and we really haven't gotten much of an opportunity to see him in action. What is your strategy going against a relative unknown?

    Adams: He's not all that unknown to me, not anymore. You see, I've since gone back and reviewed some of his work for that... other wrestling show. I know all his tricks. I found myself a few sparring partners with similar styles and worked with them for the past couple of weeks.

    Maxwell: You've had a physically gruelling month. I've known athletes who were out of action for months after taking a beating like the one you took in your unsancioned match. Your injuries were worsened later that night at the hands of Walters, and you competed at the last Adren-

    Adams: I know where you're going with this and you can stop now. Next question, please.

    Maxwell: Sorry. Um... do you have anything you'd like to say in general about your match tonight?

    Adams: Irony. My opponent calls himself "The New Chapter". He's entered a new chapter in his career by coming to the CWA. Good for him. I've also entered a new chapter. There is nothing in my life, professional or personal, holding me back anymore. It was a long road getting back here, but it was worth it. I just hope the road wasn't too long, or the start of this new chapter might be... a bit shaky.

    Maxwell: One more question if you don't mind.

    Jerry Black looks disapprovingly at Adams before answering for him.

    Black: No thanks, we're all done here.

    Black grabs the bags and hurries Adams to the locker room, leaving Maxwell scratching his head.
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