Adam Copeland: No, no man. I think that'll be good.
Adam Copeland was pacing in his hotel room. He was taking things he wouldn't need at the arena out of his gear bag.
Adam Copeland: Yeah, no. I'll meet you there. Oh, I heard something by the way...
He paused, allowing the person on the other end of the line to respond.
Adam Copeland: So, Trish is dating Dolph Ziggler.
He shrugged, even though there was no one there to see him do it.
Adam Copeland: No, no. No beef. I'm cool with him so long as he's cool with me.
Adam zipped his bag up and shouldered it.
Adam Copeland: Well, I'll see you at the arena man. I look forward to quickly being dispatched by the five people they've decided to push this year. Later.
Adam hung up the phone, made sure he had his hotel key, and left the room to head to the arena.
A Slight Edge
A Slight Edge
Writers aren't exactly people. They're a whole bunch of people. Trying to be one person.
The only living, breathing, Queen of Efeds in captivity
"You can't blame a writer for what the characters say." - Truman Capote