After his typical daily workout, Adam Adams walks out of the little hole-in-the-wall gym that he found just a few short blocks from Terminal 5. After slinging his duffle bag onto the passenger side of bench seat in his pickup truck, Adam pulls out his cell phone to make a call as he drives back to the hotel that he has been staying at.
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Adams: Hey. I’m just leaving the gym. Figured that I could give you a call as I head back to the hotel.
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Adams: Yeah. I’m still there. I didn’t want to get a place here too soon just in case things didn’t work out.
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Adams: I mean, things do seem to be going alright. I told you that I won my first match, didn’t I?
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Adams: Oh it’s way different than wrestling back at home. Some of these people here, I just really don’t get them.
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Adams: I mean there are pirates and leprechauns and vampires.
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Adams: No, like real ones.
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Adams: I didn’t think those really existed either. But yeah, the champion right now is some big Samoan looking guy I think.
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Adams: No, I don’t think he’s related to them.
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Adams: I know that most of them are related, but I think he’s from a different bloodline or something. Yeah, he’s facing this guy that calls himself The King of Turmoil, but he’s got this girl that he’s always with who calls herself the Queen. I think she’s the one that kind of just run things for him.
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Adams: There a few groups around too here too that are kind of out there. Last week, I came out to help this Scottish guy that was going to get beat up by this group of guys that drink all the time, beat people up, and just cause a ruckus. You’d fit right in with them.
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Adams: Then there’s this religious cult group and they act all high and mighty and tell people that they need to stop being sinners.
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Adams: Oh, and get this. There are these guys that all dress up in skeleton outfits and dance around before they wrestle and they all speak Spanish, so I don’t even know if they’re people that I’m supposed to like.
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Adams: Hey. You shouldn’t say that. But, there are like thirteen of them now, so maybe you’re on to something.
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Adams: That doesn’t touch the half of it. There are confederate guys, movie stars, people that speak in hashtags…
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Adams: You know. Like the number symbol then you say some words after it. I don’t really get it either. Then there’s the guy who eats all the time and dances, someone who dresses up like the Mad Hatter, and another who wears jean shorts and says little catch phrases that sound like he got them from somewhere else.
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Adams: Yeah, not quite like everyone from back at home. But, I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one around here without any real identity. I almost feel like I might get lost in the shuffle. Like if I don’t come up with something to make myself stand out, that I’m going to miss out on making something of myself here. But you know what? Maybe that’s my thing. Maybe while everyone else is out having these grand adventures, I’m the one that’s here putting in the time to make sure I can be the best damn wrestler that I can. Maybe this place just needs somebody like me. Who knows? But hey, I’m pulling into the parking lot now, so I’m going to let you go. I’ll give you call in a couple days to let you know how things are going. Talk to you later.
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Adam ends his phone call as he hops out of his pickup and makes his way towards the lobby of the hotel.