Post by Sam Kidsgrove on Feb 20, 2022 9:36:26 GMT -5
“You guys sure move fast huh?” Says a very unamused Kidsgrove as the representatives his former sponsors sent make him sign the forms to give back the Lincoln Continental he’s been driving for the past couple of years. The unfortunate life of a Hollywood superstar is that sometimes you’re at the whims of the sponsors who give you the free stuff. When they don’t want to sponsor you any more, they tend to want their stuff back. “They never tell you these things are loaners when they get you to sign for these right?”
The guy just looks at him, he doesn’t want small talk - they never do. Kidsgrove chuckles to himself, you sometimes have to entertain yourself right? Zooey is out of town, filming some show and he has the house to himself. He’s not spoken to anyone for 2 days now. The other unfortunate thing about Hollywood is when the work dries up, so do the conversations with other people. Ben and Matt are also unavailable, they’re on a soul searching trip around India somewhere after the NFT debacle. So Sam is alone, probably for the first time in decades.
Previously when he had time alone he’d get a booty call, grab a dozen beers, maybe some coke but now? Well, let’s just say after this car goes back to the sponsors and he closes his doors his entertainment will be a little more….Mundane.
He’s going to go through videos of Cassidly Adler. That’s how mundane his afternoon is going to be. He’s going to damn well keep this guy from the sponsors here as much as he can before he has to go watch an analysis of who he thinks is probably AW’s most frustratingly pointless “Star”.
After the documents are signed, Kidsgrove passes them to the guy. “Thanks” he says, his Englishness never too far from the surface, I mean who says thanks to the guy taking your stuff right? The guy looks back at him, noticing the air of glumness about Kidsgrove, the unmistakable look of a man who is fed up. “You’ll get back on your feet.” He says. “People like you always do, just start with Adler.”
He walks to the car as Kidsgrove closes the door. He muses to himself for a few moments, then swings the door open aggressively with the intention of shouting down the guy, of course the guy is long gone. He shouts anyway.
“START WITH ADLER?! THIS IS DAY 14 YOU PRICK!”
He slams the door, marches into the lounge and huffs himself onto the sofa. He flicks on the video of Adler v Lissie.
“Fuckin’ starting with Adler. Who would even want that? It’s bad enough I have a match with him this weekend, never mind Battlebowl. But you know this when you were pushed down to the curtain jerkers what calibre of opposition you’d be seeing. You knew that you’d be facing off against the people like Adler, who’s biggest claim to any sort of fame is playing second fiddle to his sister and simping after Lissie for a while until Lissie’s own self-destructive nonsense broke them apart.”
Kidsgrove gestures at the TV as Adler
"I mean I get it man, people like you want to feel loved - when you get laid you fall in love pretty much instantly because you don’t know when it’ll happen next. Don’t even act like you weren’t hurt when Lissie decided you were too boring for her and she wanted someone who she could actually get kicked out of a Denny’s with. Why else would you go HAM on trying to beat her ass in the ring? No one who wasn’t scorned goes that hard on someone they don’t care about, it makes no sense. I mean look at this shit! Who spits on a t-shirt, wipes it on a crotch and throws it at your ex's new flame?
No one, unless they are cut up about it. You might say it was a fling, that it didn’t bother you, that Lissie was the problem, but all that is just deflection. Losing Lissie hurt you, more than you will care to admit. Losing *to* Lissie? Well that probably hurt you that bit more.
You’re the kind of guy who doesn’t accept being beaten, not by a woman at least. To know that a woman you had control over broke free of your grasp and you couldn’t do anything about it because she kicked your ass and made you a bloody mess in the middle of the ring? That’s the thing you won’t be able to get over, that’s the thing that’ll eat you up because you know deep down that your spell over Lissie was never really there. That at any point she could have risen up against you and there was nothing you could do about it when she did.
That kind of revelation is a shock to people like you and, quite honestly, it makes my job a lot easier over the next few weeks.
See this week, all I’ve gotta do is show some fire and intensity and you’ll just fold like a cheap suit.
I would say I need to take it easy on you because as fates would have it, we’re apparently partners for BattleBowl. But I’m not going to, after all a bloody, destructive mess of a Cassidy Adler is about the same use as a 100% fresh Cassidy Adler. You’ll be a liability either way, so, here’s the deal. On Monday I’m going to run through you, hopefully that means you won’t get in my way at BattleBowl because you’ll either be too scared to see me in a ring again or you’ll be in a hospital. Either way that’s good for me because I don’t want to be a part of an event where I have to look over my shoulder to see if my partner is ready to stab me in the back. I’d rather do it alone.”
The guy just looks at him, he doesn’t want small talk - they never do. Kidsgrove chuckles to himself, you sometimes have to entertain yourself right? Zooey is out of town, filming some show and he has the house to himself. He’s not spoken to anyone for 2 days now. The other unfortunate thing about Hollywood is when the work dries up, so do the conversations with other people. Ben and Matt are also unavailable, they’re on a soul searching trip around India somewhere after the NFT debacle. So Sam is alone, probably for the first time in decades.
Previously when he had time alone he’d get a booty call, grab a dozen beers, maybe some coke but now? Well, let’s just say after this car goes back to the sponsors and he closes his doors his entertainment will be a little more….Mundane.
He’s going to go through videos of Cassidly Adler. That’s how mundane his afternoon is going to be. He’s going to damn well keep this guy from the sponsors here as much as he can before he has to go watch an analysis of who he thinks is probably AW’s most frustratingly pointless “Star”.
After the documents are signed, Kidsgrove passes them to the guy. “Thanks” he says, his Englishness never too far from the surface, I mean who says thanks to the guy taking your stuff right? The guy looks back at him, noticing the air of glumness about Kidsgrove, the unmistakable look of a man who is fed up. “You’ll get back on your feet.” He says. “People like you always do, just start with Adler.”
He walks to the car as Kidsgrove closes the door. He muses to himself for a few moments, then swings the door open aggressively with the intention of shouting down the guy, of course the guy is long gone. He shouts anyway.
“START WITH ADLER?! THIS IS DAY 14 YOU PRICK!”
He slams the door, marches into the lounge and huffs himself onto the sofa. He flicks on the video of Adler v Lissie.
“Fuckin’ starting with Adler. Who would even want that? It’s bad enough I have a match with him this weekend, never mind Battlebowl. But you know this when you were pushed down to the curtain jerkers what calibre of opposition you’d be seeing. You knew that you’d be facing off against the people like Adler, who’s biggest claim to any sort of fame is playing second fiddle to his sister and simping after Lissie for a while until Lissie’s own self-destructive nonsense broke them apart.”
Kidsgrove gestures at the TV as Adler
"I mean I get it man, people like you want to feel loved - when you get laid you fall in love pretty much instantly because you don’t know when it’ll happen next. Don’t even act like you weren’t hurt when Lissie decided you were too boring for her and she wanted someone who she could actually get kicked out of a Denny’s with. Why else would you go HAM on trying to beat her ass in the ring? No one who wasn’t scorned goes that hard on someone they don’t care about, it makes no sense. I mean look at this shit! Who spits on a t-shirt, wipes it on a crotch and throws it at your ex's new flame?
No one, unless they are cut up about it. You might say it was a fling, that it didn’t bother you, that Lissie was the problem, but all that is just deflection. Losing Lissie hurt you, more than you will care to admit. Losing *to* Lissie? Well that probably hurt you that bit more.
You’re the kind of guy who doesn’t accept being beaten, not by a woman at least. To know that a woman you had control over broke free of your grasp and you couldn’t do anything about it because she kicked your ass and made you a bloody mess in the middle of the ring? That’s the thing you won’t be able to get over, that’s the thing that’ll eat you up because you know deep down that your spell over Lissie was never really there. That at any point she could have risen up against you and there was nothing you could do about it when she did.
That kind of revelation is a shock to people like you and, quite honestly, it makes my job a lot easier over the next few weeks.
See this week, all I’ve gotta do is show some fire and intensity and you’ll just fold like a cheap suit.
I would say I need to take it easy on you because as fates would have it, we’re apparently partners for BattleBowl. But I’m not going to, after all a bloody, destructive mess of a Cassidy Adler is about the same use as a 100% fresh Cassidy Adler. You’ll be a liability either way, so, here’s the deal. On Monday I’m going to run through you, hopefully that means you won’t get in my way at BattleBowl because you’ll either be too scared to see me in a ring again or you’ll be in a hospital. Either way that’s good for me because I don’t want to be a part of an event where I have to look over my shoulder to see if my partner is ready to stab me in the back. I’d rather do it alone.”
