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.