The room was fairly basic. Two beds, a table, some chairs, a television - it wasn't exactly the most luxurious of rooms, but it was at least a place to stay. They'd been there for the past four days, and had even been receiving letters and packages for the past two. It wasn't exactly the easiest way to live, constantly on the move, but once they got used to it, it became more like home. More importantly, it let them get used to recovering quickly from practically anything. Although recovering from a very disappointing loss was taking longer than expected.

"I can't believe the referee didn't see my foot! It was right there!"
"Hey, mang, don't take it too badly."
"Segier won by a technicality!"
"Eet steel eez a loss, hombre. Get over it and move on."
"But this isn't like most of my other losses! I WASN'T FINISHED WITH THAT MATCH!"

And suddenly, the knock to the back slapped him back. Nicholas Adams was not often given to ranting - well, at least not when he was sober - and so that one shot snapped him out of the rant.

"Sorry, it's just that you've said this stuff plenty of times already. Gets old."

And all Nick could do was nod at his traveling buddy, Juan Guevesos. Juan was the only man he could count on to keep him sober, or to stop him from drinking too many if he started. Juan was probably the only one that really knew how ironic it was that Adams was a spokesman for a beer brand.

"Besides, you need to focus on this new guy. Loshimo, right?"
"Yeah, that's the name. Guy interferes with a commercial shoot - once again, I got reimbursed with the entire product shipment instead of a cash bonus, by the way."
"Babb is pretty tight-fisted with the cash flow, in case you didn't notice, Nick."
"Oh, I noticed. Either way, apparently, I'm supposed to teach this guy a lesson or something. Something about not interfering with anything that has to do with brining money in to the WWA."

Juan chuckled for a second, then looked at Nick and realized that he was dead serious. There was nothing quite like Adams' sincerity - it had no irony, no bit of humor, nothing even close to anything but a serious point. It was refreshing, and disconcerting.

"I know, it's odd to think that I'm supposed to teach him a lesson - or that guys like RJ Stone, who manage to drain money out of the WWA with some of their antics, don't have people teach them lessons or something."
"Trust me, they've tried."
"Either way, Loshimo seems to want to take on anybody and everybody, and Babb thought that this was a perfect opportunity to show that Loshimo isn't quite all he thinks he is."
"He needs a hero?"
"Oh, shut up."

Loshimo was in fact only an enemy for the moment. Adams had plenty of worries, plenty of problems, and Loshimo was a mere annoyance compared to the bigger problem. Adams wasn't sure if he could really put the past behind him and become the competitor that he knew he was. Adams was, in many ways, his own worst enemy. However, Adams wasn't able to ruminate on it all that much, because suddenly, a knock came on the door.

Guevesos walked over to the door and opened it, and a man with a dolly was at the door.

"Delivery for Nicholas Adams."

Nick turned and looked, and only said one thing.

"What the hell am I going to do with all that beer?"