Post by Sam Kidsgrove on Oct 30, 2022 10:30:17 GMT -5
“Now isn’t the time to talk about the turmoil tournament” Kidsgrove states in answer to the question put to him by his personal trainer, Karl Musgrove.
“You should know this, being an all “take one step at a time” kinda guy.” They grunt as they are doing cardio together, running round the parks of Los Angeles.
“And you should take one step at a time” replies Karl. "After all, you've put your body through hell since you lost that match against Angelo. This is supposed to be a cool down run, not 10k”
“Is that how far we’ve gone?”
“No, we went past 10k about 2k ago.”
“Then we got capacity for more.” Kidsgrove replies as a matter of fact.
“Look I understand how you feel but throwing yourself into this intensity will.”
Kidsgrove stops and rounds on Karl.
“You understand huh? You understand how I had one chance in 2 fucking years to get everything I wanted and that was against an absolute travesty of a person who shouldn’t be anywhere near a fucking wrestling ring, never mind in Hollywood and my body failed me when it mattered most?
You understand how I let down not only Zooey but millions of people who were expecting me to take the belt and put it around the waist of someone who actually deserves it? You understand that, yeah?”
“Look,” says Karl, taking a step back from the ferocity of the bite back. “I didn’t mean to offend, but you gotta realise that setbacks happen. You overdo it and you’ll be back at the same position.”
“I gotta be harder, faster, stronger, more mentally prepared because I can’t let this shit happen again. I gotta take my opportunity when it comes so I gotta be better than I ever have been. So are you gonna help with this or do I have to find another PT?
I gotta be prepared for this fucking tag match I’ve been thrown into on Halloween. It should be me in the main event facing some weirdo clown but no, I’m being thrust into the United States title love triangle as an extra instead.
Now I got nothing against any of these guys, ironically the only person in this match I’ve had any sort of dealing with was Odin when I smashed his head in with a box office smash a couple of times and beat his ass. But the other guys? Nothin’.
No doubt they’ll be looking at this as if it's some sort of prove yourself shit. After all they just lost out to Odin for the number 1 contendership and what better thing than to have on your record than a win against two guys who are in turmoil, right? I mean they’ll be expecting Odin to turn on me or for us to have a fractious relationship, after all, Odin and I have never really seen eye to eye and we’re rivals in Turmoil but that’s all they have. They just hope that they can win by default by us turning on one another or some shit. Besides, they got each other to worry about more than me. I mean let’s face it, they pretty much hate one another anyway. The English dude hates high flyers and the Scottish high flyer? Well he’s just gonna hate the dude from London by virtue of being Scottish. Hell anyone North of the M25 circular hates London.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, they know if either one of us turn up on Monday night they are fucked, even if they put their differences aside.. Hell Odin beat both of them on his own last week, how can they possibly cope with Odin and someone who has Odin’s number in the same match? They can’t, quite simply.
My mission on Monday night is simple. Make a statement.
I’m sorry to do it to two guys who followed the same paths as me, grew up in the same country, hell probably went and trained in the same places or fought in the same clubs.
They don’t deserve the utter burial that’s coming their way, they don’t deserve the punishment or the onslaught that’s on the horizon for them. They don’t deserve any of this but you know, it’s not personal. It’s just something that has to be done. Odin and I are in the same situation here, we want to go into Turmoil with maximum momentum, which means rolling over these two kids. So when I say that now isn’t the right time to talk about Turmoil I mean it. I gotta take it one match at a time, pointless thinking about Turmoil when I have to win this tag match.”
“Ok Ok, I get it.”
“Good, now are you on board with this project or not? Because I don’t have time for anyone who isn’t committed one hundred percent, you get me?”
“I get you.”
“So, now let’s talk about strategy. You know these guys are gonna come at me hard and fast right? It’s the Brit style, they both were trained in the UK and I know that regardless of high flying, regardless of the technicality of an MMA hybrid, regardless of all the bells and whistles that make up their complete training the fundamentals they learned would be hit the other guy hard, and hit the other guy fast.
British style.
It’s unique because in the UK we never held back. We didn’t hold the punches like we sometimes do in the US, we went full on - every single night of the week. It’s what made us stand out, it’s why the UK still thrives to this day, because Wrestling isn’t just a sport, it’s combat. Alister and Tony know this, they’ve lived this, they’ve breathed this for years.
They also know the US’ penchant for pulling the punches. They know the US’ commitment to making this sport entertaining for the fans. They probably consider over here to be easy mode or something. You know, because they fought so hard and so long to get here, they’re battle hardened warriors. They fought in the bingo halls to the grannies, they fought in the youth centres and the working mans clubs in front of grizzled men who just came out of the factory and wanted to watch some bloodshed.
They did all that so they could come to the US and cash in - except the problem they’re just about figuring out is that AW isn’t your average US, we’ll pull out punches and secretly we’re all good buds behind the scenes fed.
AW is a fucking fight club.
It’s UK strong style on a global scale. It’s knock out shit. It’s kill or be killed, there is absolutely no one in this organisation that is going to fight you one moment and let you live to fight another day or go spit roast a 17 year old valet with you in a random hotel after the show.
What we do in AW is fight until you can’t fight any longer and then fight longer. We fight forever and we’re damn good at it. And facing them this week isn’t just the meanest, nastiest, biggest son of a bitch that already showed them up last week by beating them for the US title contendership, but also the next tier up.
A pissed off next tier up, a guy who wants nothing more than to just run through every single one of the people on this roster until Angelo runs out of people to hide behind. A guy who wants to show the management of this place that there is no one else to take that stupid grin off that idiot’s face other than me.
And you know how I’m going to do it?
British fundamentals.
I’m gonna hit them so hard, I’m gonna hit them so fast, I’m gonna be relentless in my annihilation of them that they’re gonna wish they were back in Blackpool. They’re gonna yearn for the days when they had to make their own way to A&E after breaking a bone because the promoter couldn’t afford to have a St. John’s paramedic on standby. They’re gonna wish they were back home, having to get into their wrestling gear in a car, then performing in front of a dozen people being paid 20 quid for a night’s show.
Why?
Because even though we have all the luxuries in AW of an on site doctor, your own changing rooms, full arenas every week and an actual salary, they don’t realise that when you get up to my level, the bones still break. The only difference is you’re told in private in 10 minutes and you’re paid for it.
And when you come up against me, it happens more often. These guys might have waited for 10 years to come to AW. They may have been looking forward to it.
It’ll take me less than 10 minutes to make them wish they didn’t.”
“You should know this, being an all “take one step at a time” kinda guy.” They grunt as they are doing cardio together, running round the parks of Los Angeles.
“And you should take one step at a time” replies Karl. "After all, you've put your body through hell since you lost that match against Angelo. This is supposed to be a cool down run, not 10k”
“Is that how far we’ve gone?”
“No, we went past 10k about 2k ago.”
“Then we got capacity for more.” Kidsgrove replies as a matter of fact.
“Look I understand how you feel but throwing yourself into this intensity will.”
Kidsgrove stops and rounds on Karl.
“You understand huh? You understand how I had one chance in 2 fucking years to get everything I wanted and that was against an absolute travesty of a person who shouldn’t be anywhere near a fucking wrestling ring, never mind in Hollywood and my body failed me when it mattered most?
You understand how I let down not only Zooey but millions of people who were expecting me to take the belt and put it around the waist of someone who actually deserves it? You understand that, yeah?”
“Look,” says Karl, taking a step back from the ferocity of the bite back. “I didn’t mean to offend, but you gotta realise that setbacks happen. You overdo it and you’ll be back at the same position.”
“I gotta be harder, faster, stronger, more mentally prepared because I can’t let this shit happen again. I gotta take my opportunity when it comes so I gotta be better than I ever have been. So are you gonna help with this or do I have to find another PT?
I gotta be prepared for this fucking tag match I’ve been thrown into on Halloween. It should be me in the main event facing some weirdo clown but no, I’m being thrust into the United States title love triangle as an extra instead.
Now I got nothing against any of these guys, ironically the only person in this match I’ve had any sort of dealing with was Odin when I smashed his head in with a box office smash a couple of times and beat his ass. But the other guys? Nothin’.
No doubt they’ll be looking at this as if it's some sort of prove yourself shit. After all they just lost out to Odin for the number 1 contendership and what better thing than to have on your record than a win against two guys who are in turmoil, right? I mean they’ll be expecting Odin to turn on me or for us to have a fractious relationship, after all, Odin and I have never really seen eye to eye and we’re rivals in Turmoil but that’s all they have. They just hope that they can win by default by us turning on one another or some shit. Besides, they got each other to worry about more than me. I mean let’s face it, they pretty much hate one another anyway. The English dude hates high flyers and the Scottish high flyer? Well he’s just gonna hate the dude from London by virtue of being Scottish. Hell anyone North of the M25 circular hates London.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, they know if either one of us turn up on Monday night they are fucked, even if they put their differences aside.. Hell Odin beat both of them on his own last week, how can they possibly cope with Odin and someone who has Odin’s number in the same match? They can’t, quite simply.
My mission on Monday night is simple. Make a statement.
I’m sorry to do it to two guys who followed the same paths as me, grew up in the same country, hell probably went and trained in the same places or fought in the same clubs.
They don’t deserve the utter burial that’s coming their way, they don’t deserve the punishment or the onslaught that’s on the horizon for them. They don’t deserve any of this but you know, it’s not personal. It’s just something that has to be done. Odin and I are in the same situation here, we want to go into Turmoil with maximum momentum, which means rolling over these two kids. So when I say that now isn’t the right time to talk about Turmoil I mean it. I gotta take it one match at a time, pointless thinking about Turmoil when I have to win this tag match.”
“Ok Ok, I get it.”
“Good, now are you on board with this project or not? Because I don’t have time for anyone who isn’t committed one hundred percent, you get me?”
“I get you.”
“So, now let’s talk about strategy. You know these guys are gonna come at me hard and fast right? It’s the Brit style, they both were trained in the UK and I know that regardless of high flying, regardless of the technicality of an MMA hybrid, regardless of all the bells and whistles that make up their complete training the fundamentals they learned would be hit the other guy hard, and hit the other guy fast.
British style.
It’s unique because in the UK we never held back. We didn’t hold the punches like we sometimes do in the US, we went full on - every single night of the week. It’s what made us stand out, it’s why the UK still thrives to this day, because Wrestling isn’t just a sport, it’s combat. Alister and Tony know this, they’ve lived this, they’ve breathed this for years.
They also know the US’ penchant for pulling the punches. They know the US’ commitment to making this sport entertaining for the fans. They probably consider over here to be easy mode or something. You know, because they fought so hard and so long to get here, they’re battle hardened warriors. They fought in the bingo halls to the grannies, they fought in the youth centres and the working mans clubs in front of grizzled men who just came out of the factory and wanted to watch some bloodshed.
They did all that so they could come to the US and cash in - except the problem they’re just about figuring out is that AW isn’t your average US, we’ll pull out punches and secretly we’re all good buds behind the scenes fed.
AW is a fucking fight club.
It’s UK strong style on a global scale. It’s knock out shit. It’s kill or be killed, there is absolutely no one in this organisation that is going to fight you one moment and let you live to fight another day or go spit roast a 17 year old valet with you in a random hotel after the show.
What we do in AW is fight until you can’t fight any longer and then fight longer. We fight forever and we’re damn good at it. And facing them this week isn’t just the meanest, nastiest, biggest son of a bitch that already showed them up last week by beating them for the US title contendership, but also the next tier up.
A pissed off next tier up, a guy who wants nothing more than to just run through every single one of the people on this roster until Angelo runs out of people to hide behind. A guy who wants to show the management of this place that there is no one else to take that stupid grin off that idiot’s face other than me.
And you know how I’m going to do it?
British fundamentals.
I’m gonna hit them so hard, I’m gonna hit them so fast, I’m gonna be relentless in my annihilation of them that they’re gonna wish they were back in Blackpool. They’re gonna yearn for the days when they had to make their own way to A&E after breaking a bone because the promoter couldn’t afford to have a St. John’s paramedic on standby. They’re gonna wish they were back home, having to get into their wrestling gear in a car, then performing in front of a dozen people being paid 20 quid for a night’s show.
Why?
Because even though we have all the luxuries in AW of an on site doctor, your own changing rooms, full arenas every week and an actual salary, they don’t realise that when you get up to my level, the bones still break. The only difference is you’re told in private in 10 minutes and you’re paid for it.
And when you come up against me, it happens more often. These guys might have waited for 10 years to come to AW. They may have been looking forward to it.
It’ll take me less than 10 minutes to make them wish they didn’t.”
