Mike Adams
01-04-2007, 08:12 AM
It is now several hours after When World Collide, the PCW locker room is emptying out very slowly. Mike Adams is simply sitting on a bench still in his wrestling gear. He hasn't packed, changed, or even showered, he's barely moved. As guys leave the locker room unsure of their futures guys pat Adams on the back but he remains unmoving. Chirs Cage, who had his stuff thrown into the PCW locker room during the main event, is trying to console Mike, but Adams isn't listening. Even Jess is waiting outside the locker room door with her tear-covered face standing speechless towards Mike.
Cage: Listen man. It's okay, Carlos is going to pick up all of our contracts, he said he would.
Cage grabs his back and pats Adams on the back as he walks out of the locker room. Rhys and the Bennetts finish grabbing their gear as they head out.
Jason: Sorry, chief...we did what we could do.
Rhys: Mike, don't worry about it, we had a great run.
Jason, Phill and Rhys leave the locker room as Mike is the only one left in there. Jess walks in and crocuhes in front of Mike and gives him a kiss on his cheek. Adams looks up slightly and smiles.
Adams: You go on home hun. I'll find my own way.
Jess: You sure?
Adams just looks at her and she grabs her things and heads out. Adams is just sitting there as he hears some WPW wrestlers leaving in a celebratory mood with champagne corks being popped and lots of screaming. Adams gets up and slams the door shut. He walks back to his locker and starts kicking his bags around scattering clothes all around. Adams then slams his locker room door and sits back door looking furious.
Adams: I can't believe this...I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!
Adams gets up and starts throwing more shit around and screams a bit.
Adams: I had it won. The perfect plan set into place, O'Donnell comes out and declares no disqualification, huge melee ensues, we get the win in the donnybrook. It was beautiful, a work of art of a plan. I had The One right where I wanted him...it was over, and then....him.
Mr. Center of Attention himself. Mr. PCW. Mr. "Guy we can trust and rely on." Mr. "Guy who saved PCW twice and will do it again." Mr. PCW Champion.
The Dream.
You know before I came to PCW, I was looking around the indy feds, trying to find where Mike Adams should make his home. I looked many places and none of them had nearly the caliper that PCW had. But PCW had one thing above all else that really made my decision easy. The Dream Team. Two men who at first glance look like a drug addict and a sideshow reject, they were the most unique thing I had ever seen in wrestling. The intensity and cunning of the Four Horsemen and the playful nature of Doink the Clown. It was almost too good to be true, and I knew...although I would never have admitted this to them, they were the reason I came to PCW. I not only wanted to work with them, against the, but I wanted to eventually surpass them.
My PCW career has had some ups and some downs. There are things I've done that I am very proud of, and things I've done that I'm not too proud of, but whatever I have done in this business, in this compnay, I have always been honest. Sure I've done some really, really bad things but I have always been honest about them. When I exposed Jesse Long and his incestual ways, I owned up to it. When I set Chris Cage on fire, I owned up to it. When I took stock in PCW and even had a say in some of the things that were going on, I owned up to it. One thing that my PCW career has epitomized is honesty and respect for PCW.
I thought you shared that Dream. I really did...when UCW tried to come in and take over, I knew you were fighting for the company so I did too. I pretended to wrok both sides but ended up helping PCW survive. When we were fighting each other for the tag titles, and fighting the Man in Black at the same time...we even teamed up together and were victorious. When Jokester turned on you and you were fighting the establishment, I stuck by you. When you and I were chosen by Jeff O'Donnell to fight for PCW's honor and livelihood and were being thrown any kind of match imaginable, we stuck it out and we hung tough together. When we were trapped inside that cell with the SiNNdicate and Court around us and the briefcase hanging above our heads. We put aside our differences and we saved PCW. And when this feud with WPW came to a head, I assumed you would be there for me when I needed you, just like I've been there for you.
I guess the saying's true, when you assume something you make an ass out of you and me. Dream when you got eliminated, all you had to do was stay out of the way, and let me finish up what you couldn't or wouldn't do. With PCW there would be no Dream, you would be lying in the corner of a methodone clinic. You have bitten that hand that fed you Dream, and the hand has now died by your actions. Well Dream I'm here to tell you that if you thought you were a marked man as a champion before, you ain't seen nothing yet.
You see Dream, you have taken everything that I have bled, sweat, and lived for, and you have taken it all away. You've taken my dignity before, you've taken my company, you've taken my livelihood, and most importantly you've taken MY TITLE. Now Dream I don't care who you have surrounded yourself with now. I don't care that you were in bed with Carlos from the beginning. That title, one way or another, is coming back to me.
I don't care who I have to go through. I will go through the entire WPW Roster if I have to, I will go through the entire PCW Roster if I have to. Dust, Parker, One, Rhys, Bennetts, Spaz, Scorch, Goodman, Pollo, X-P*c, JMC, Brooke Baker, Jokester, anyone you try and throw in front of ym path will be taken care of until you get the nuts you are so fond of and meet me in the ring and hand me MY title. And if you don't hand it to me....I will pry it from your cold dead fingers. Because now Dream, now I have nothing to lose...I will be an unstoppable juggernaut and I will keep rolling along until that gold is back where it truly belongs...around the waist of the man that truly personifies all that was good and pure with PCW. Me.
Mike Adams.
The REAL PCW Heavyweight Champion.
Adams quickly grabs his gear and throws it into his back and storms out of the locker room and steps out into the cold looking confident.
Cage: Listen man. It's okay, Carlos is going to pick up all of our contracts, he said he would.
Cage grabs his back and pats Adams on the back as he walks out of the locker room. Rhys and the Bennetts finish grabbing their gear as they head out.
Jason: Sorry, chief...we did what we could do.
Rhys: Mike, don't worry about it, we had a great run.
Jason, Phill and Rhys leave the locker room as Mike is the only one left in there. Jess walks in and crocuhes in front of Mike and gives him a kiss on his cheek. Adams looks up slightly and smiles.
Adams: You go on home hun. I'll find my own way.
Jess: You sure?
Adams just looks at her and she grabs her things and heads out. Adams is just sitting there as he hears some WPW wrestlers leaving in a celebratory mood with champagne corks being popped and lots of screaming. Adams gets up and slams the door shut. He walks back to his locker and starts kicking his bags around scattering clothes all around. Adams then slams his locker room door and sits back door looking furious.
Adams: I can't believe this...I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!
Adams gets up and starts throwing more shit around and screams a bit.
Adams: I had it won. The perfect plan set into place, O'Donnell comes out and declares no disqualification, huge melee ensues, we get the win in the donnybrook. It was beautiful, a work of art of a plan. I had The One right where I wanted him...it was over, and then....him.
Mr. Center of Attention himself. Mr. PCW. Mr. "Guy we can trust and rely on." Mr. "Guy who saved PCW twice and will do it again." Mr. PCW Champion.
The Dream.
You know before I came to PCW, I was looking around the indy feds, trying to find where Mike Adams should make his home. I looked many places and none of them had nearly the caliper that PCW had. But PCW had one thing above all else that really made my decision easy. The Dream Team. Two men who at first glance look like a drug addict and a sideshow reject, they were the most unique thing I had ever seen in wrestling. The intensity and cunning of the Four Horsemen and the playful nature of Doink the Clown. It was almost too good to be true, and I knew...although I would never have admitted this to them, they were the reason I came to PCW. I not only wanted to work with them, against the, but I wanted to eventually surpass them.
My PCW career has had some ups and some downs. There are things I've done that I am very proud of, and things I've done that I'm not too proud of, but whatever I have done in this business, in this compnay, I have always been honest. Sure I've done some really, really bad things but I have always been honest about them. When I exposed Jesse Long and his incestual ways, I owned up to it. When I set Chris Cage on fire, I owned up to it. When I took stock in PCW and even had a say in some of the things that were going on, I owned up to it. One thing that my PCW career has epitomized is honesty and respect for PCW.
I thought you shared that Dream. I really did...when UCW tried to come in and take over, I knew you were fighting for the company so I did too. I pretended to wrok both sides but ended up helping PCW survive. When we were fighting each other for the tag titles, and fighting the Man in Black at the same time...we even teamed up together and were victorious. When Jokester turned on you and you were fighting the establishment, I stuck by you. When you and I were chosen by Jeff O'Donnell to fight for PCW's honor and livelihood and were being thrown any kind of match imaginable, we stuck it out and we hung tough together. When we were trapped inside that cell with the SiNNdicate and Court around us and the briefcase hanging above our heads. We put aside our differences and we saved PCW. And when this feud with WPW came to a head, I assumed you would be there for me when I needed you, just like I've been there for you.
I guess the saying's true, when you assume something you make an ass out of you and me. Dream when you got eliminated, all you had to do was stay out of the way, and let me finish up what you couldn't or wouldn't do. With PCW there would be no Dream, you would be lying in the corner of a methodone clinic. You have bitten that hand that fed you Dream, and the hand has now died by your actions. Well Dream I'm here to tell you that if you thought you were a marked man as a champion before, you ain't seen nothing yet.
You see Dream, you have taken everything that I have bled, sweat, and lived for, and you have taken it all away. You've taken my dignity before, you've taken my company, you've taken my livelihood, and most importantly you've taken MY TITLE. Now Dream I don't care who you have surrounded yourself with now. I don't care that you were in bed with Carlos from the beginning. That title, one way or another, is coming back to me.
I don't care who I have to go through. I will go through the entire WPW Roster if I have to, I will go through the entire PCW Roster if I have to. Dust, Parker, One, Rhys, Bennetts, Spaz, Scorch, Goodman, Pollo, X-P*c, JMC, Brooke Baker, Jokester, anyone you try and throw in front of ym path will be taken care of until you get the nuts you are so fond of and meet me in the ring and hand me MY title. And if you don't hand it to me....I will pry it from your cold dead fingers. Because now Dream, now I have nothing to lose...I will be an unstoppable juggernaut and I will keep rolling along until that gold is back where it truly belongs...around the waist of the man that truly personifies all that was good and pure with PCW. Me.
Mike Adams.
The REAL PCW Heavyweight Champion.
Adams quickly grabs his gear and throws it into his back and storms out of the locker room and steps out into the cold looking confident.