
SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS
The New Dallas Sportatorium
Dallas, Texas
The camera pans around the new building located at the same spot as where the original Dallas Sportatorium once stood. A prominent banner hangs on the wall behind the wrestling ring with ‘Texas Championship Wrestling’ stitched onto it. The building had a seating capacity of two thousand people… a smaller, more intimate venue where there wasn’t a bad seat in the building.
Seated in one of those seats…
Adam Ellis: Two weeks ago, I lost a match I should have won.
Adam Ellis. He’s sitting with his feet up on the seat in front of him.
Adam Ellis: That’s right. I had Jonathan-Christopher Hall beaten and I ended up getting pinned thanks to some outside interference.
He points to himself.
Adam Ellis: All my fault. No excuses. No issues with ring rust. Nope, I did it to myself.
Adam sits up and puts his feet on the floor.
Adam Ellis: You see, I took my eye off the ball for a second. My wife Ginny Van Lear did was she was supposed to do. Keep idiots like Darin Zion from interfering in the match. The problem is, instead of paying attention to who I should have been paying attention to… Jonathan-Christopher Hall… I was paying attention to my lovely wife kicking Darin Zion’s ass. Someone at ringside slipped JCH a pair of brass knuckles. I ran into them with my face… and the rest is history.
Adam shakes his head.
Adam Ellis: Every minute spent in the ring is a learning experience. Every loss is just another opportunity to become a better wrestler by learning from your mistakes. Two weeks ago, I learned a very valuable lesson. Love Convoy.
He mock claps his hands.
Adam Ellis: Congratulations. You got one in over me.
Adam turns serious.
Adam Ellis: That will never… ever happen again.
He grabs his duffel bag and stands up.
Adam Ellis: Back to work.
Adam exits to the left leaving the camera focused on the empty seat.