Dr. Jack Adams, DC

The Brain · 12-16-2008, 03:33 AM

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")

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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.

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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.

The Brain · 12-17-2008, 08:28 PM

Intro promo added.

Balla · 12-17-2008, 08:30 PM

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

God · 02-26-2009, 03:32 PM

December 31st 2008

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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!

The Brain · 02-26-2009, 03:32 PM

Edit: ya beat me

God · 02-26-2009, 03:33 PM

Sorry, you can finish if you wish.

The Brain · 02-26-2009, 03:37 PM

January 14, 2009, Adrenaline Rush

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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...

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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.

The Brain · 02-26-2009, 03:38 PM

January 28th, 2009, Adrenaline Rush

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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.

The Brain · 02-26-2009, 03:40 PM

February 11, 2009, Unrising

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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.

The Brain · 06-20-2009, 12:20 AM

2-26-09, The Owner's Office

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*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.