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(Adrenaline is seen getting out of the Z8. He grabs a bag and slings it over his shoulder and walks into the training building. Undercard wrestlers are going at it inside the ring, while others hit the bag and some just lift weights. Adrenaline, wearing adidas work out suit and his dreads tied up in a ponytail, walks past all this to the NFW area set aside for the "Real" wrestlers. It's still empty so he sets his bag down and rolls into the ring and then sits, arms on the second rope, legs dangling outside the ring.)
Adrenaline: Oooo..please don't hurt me bad!! Tempesta, nothing gets by you old boy does it? I mean you're as sharp as a steel trap I guess. I wasn't trying to send you a hidden message on that last interview. I wasn't trying to make anybody feel sorry for me. I was jus being real...but I guess that all went over your head.
(Adrenaline shakes his head before he goes on.)
Adrenaline: Anyways, you took that as a chance to talk about your childhood and while I will admit it does sound so Huck Finn like, I almost shed a tear..naw!! Man guys like you are a dime a dozen. Everybody goes through some stuff as a child...it shapes who they are as an adult and as you seem to focus on my handsome face and try to show us how talented and rich you are, all while maintaining this tough facade, my guess is you weren't loved as a child. But you already told us that, but I would venture to take it a step further. You said you had to fight for beer and woman and food and whatever else you want. My guess is you lost those fights...many times. That's why you're so bitter. That's why even now that you have a lil bit of that Manson doh in your pocket you're still concerned about being tough because you know that it can be taken from you in one instant. Tragic isn't it...
(Adrenaline's smirk slowly fades as he moves his head side to side slowly and cracks the bones in his neck.)
Adrenaline: The Doctors said you weren't going to live at birth? Maybe they're werent' doctors. Maybe they were psyhics. Maybe one day they knew you'd be stepping into the ring with me in a street fight and that's why they said you were going to die. So in reality they weren't wrong..just off a few years, but I'm going to do my part to make their prediction come true. You think I'm going to be scared because I'm on your turf, well you're wrong. The only thing that's going to be different now is that you won't have a bell to save your ass and I won't be dq, when my knee is over your neck applying more pressure. And you'll want to quit...I'll see it in your eyes, but you won't be able to talk because your ribs are going to be the first things to go so with each breath it'll burn like you've never felt before. You'll have to decide weather you want to take a breath and scream to end the match and risk passing out or if you can be a tough guy and keep it up with each breath feels like a knife to your side. Tempesta, playtime is over and the big dogs are coming out, but only one of us, you and I, are going to be able to go play with them and I have no intentions of staying in the sandbox when there's a real game going on. But don't worry, I never forget about the little people. So when I'm headline events and having gold around my waist, I'll need somebody like you to carry in my bags, keep track of my appointments and that type of stuff...in general be my #####...which I guess after this match is over you'll have a hell of a start. Lata.
(Adrenaline slides his legs under the ropes and does a back flip to a stand postion and goes to check out the ropes as shot fades to black.)
Adrenaline: Oooo..please don't hurt me bad!! Tempesta, nothing gets by you old boy does it? I mean you're as sharp as a steel trap I guess. I wasn't trying to send you a hidden message on that last interview. I wasn't trying to make anybody feel sorry for me. I was jus being real...but I guess that all went over your head.
(Adrenaline shakes his head before he goes on.)
Adrenaline: Anyways, you took that as a chance to talk about your childhood and while I will admit it does sound so Huck Finn like, I almost shed a tear..naw!! Man guys like you are a dime a dozen. Everybody goes through some stuff as a child...it shapes who they are as an adult and as you seem to focus on my handsome face and try to show us how talented and rich you are, all while maintaining this tough facade, my guess is you weren't loved as a child. But you already told us that, but I would venture to take it a step further. You said you had to fight for beer and woman and food and whatever else you want. My guess is you lost those fights...many times. That's why you're so bitter. That's why even now that you have a lil bit of that Manson doh in your pocket you're still concerned about being tough because you know that it can be taken from you in one instant. Tragic isn't it...
(Adrenaline's smirk slowly fades as he moves his head side to side slowly and cracks the bones in his neck.)
Adrenaline: The Doctors said you weren't going to live at birth? Maybe they're werent' doctors. Maybe they were psyhics. Maybe one day they knew you'd be stepping into the ring with me in a street fight and that's why they said you were going to die. So in reality they weren't wrong..just off a few years, but I'm going to do my part to make their prediction come true. You think I'm going to be scared because I'm on your turf, well you're wrong. The only thing that's going to be different now is that you won't have a bell to save your ass and I won't be dq, when my knee is over your neck applying more pressure. And you'll want to quit...I'll see it in your eyes, but you won't be able to talk because your ribs are going to be the first things to go so with each breath it'll burn like you've never felt before. You'll have to decide weather you want to take a breath and scream to end the match and risk passing out or if you can be a tough guy and keep it up with each breath feels like a knife to your side. Tempesta, playtime is over and the big dogs are coming out, but only one of us, you and I, are going to be able to go play with them and I have no intentions of staying in the sandbox when there's a real game going on. But don't worry, I never forget about the little people. So when I'm headline events and having gold around my waist, I'll need somebody like you to carry in my bags, keep track of my appointments and that type of stuff...in general be my #####...which I guess after this match is over you'll have a hell of a start. Lata.
(Adrenaline slides his legs under the ropes and does a back flip to a stand postion and goes to check out the ropes as shot fades to black.)