Adrian Tsang

A local wrestling promoter.


An old man of Asian heritage (Chinese) with a body that can’t keep up with the workouts that it was aged with. He generally wears a plain two button suit with a distinctively colorful tie – the same outfit that defines his character, and the same cartoonishly bad combover.


Adrian is the owner and primary promoter of Ring of Steel Professional Wrestling, a Chicago-based, independent professional wrestling organization. Over the years, RoS has developed a loyal following of homegrown fans. Over the fifteen years that Adrian has run the organization (and its precursor organizations), he has had failed television deals, successful pay per view deals, and has helped elevate a handful of his talent to a position of national success. At the end of the day, Adrian is haunted by his apparent fate to remain in the middle of the pack: promoting shows in high school gymnasiums and occasionally helping launch others to bigger and better things.

Adrian will tell you that he doesn’t resent the limitations of his success, but those who have worked with him most closely over the last ten years can tell that he’s slowly beginning to crack. Outwardly, Adrian claims that his life’s satisfaction is knowing that he can launch more talented individuals to greater heights, but inwardly, Adrian dies a little everytime one of his wrestlers is snatched up by one of the big national promotions.

Recently, Adrian has been recruiting talent for a revival of nineties style “extreme” wrestling, and coercing some of his more desperate talent to participate in Steel Deathmatches – wrestling matches that, though just as predetermined as any other match, rely less on technical prowess, and more on barbed wire, household and office equipment, fire, glass, and the occasional explosive, all combined into performances that are beginning to spiral further and further from wrestling and into gladitorial slaughters. While Adrian resisted these types of matches during its popularity in the 90’s and early Two-Thousands, he cannot deny that business is up since he’s started booking these performances. In the current economy, desperation ensures that he always has plenty of performers, and apparently the fans are clamoring for more. While Adrian isn’t particularly pleased with this development (after all, it didn’t stick around last time), he’s too tired to fight it. His performers need the work, and if they’re willing to do these matches, who is he to stop them?

Adrian Tsang

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