Post by Sam Kidsgrove on Nov 5, 2022 15:44:56 GMT -5
“So Sam,” says Zooey “Talk to me.”
Kidsgrove and Zooey are sitting at the coffee table, Zooey has made a pot of tea and they are finally having a catchup. Their schedule has been insane lately as Zooey has picked up a new show and is filming in Vancouver, Kidsgrove has been travelling to AW shows and acting as her agent ever since she received the first offer. This is the first chance they’ve had to talk for weeks.
Things aren’t tense, but there are signs that Kidsgrove is stressed over something. He’s not his usual self and, as Zooey is his life partner, she knows when he needs to do his thing and when he needs a cup of tea and a chat. This is one of those times. Naturally, Kidsgrove is resisting and she’s teasing the information out of him.
“I’m fine, how’s work been?” Kidsgrove deflects. Zooey raises an eyebrow, she knows this game - they’ve done it many times.
“You’re stressed.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, why?”
“I’m not.”
“Is it AW related?”
Kidsgrove is silent as he takes a drink from his cup. Zooey knows this is a sign she’s on the right track, if it wasn’t he always denies.
“You need to put Angelo out of your head for now.” She starts. Now it’s Kidsgrove’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Knew it!” She declares, victorious.
“It’s not that.” He dismisses. “I mean it is, everything about losing to that fucker eats me up inside. I keep replaying the loss in my head over and over and over and every single waking thought is dedicated to taking that prick down, but it’s not that at the moment, that shit’s parked. It has to be, because if it isn’t, I’m a dead man. Especially with what’s coming up.”
“Wrestler of the year? You’re worried about the bracket? I mean I know you had a tough side of the draw….”
Kidsgrove laughs, a hearty laugh, full bellied and full of mirth.
“What?” Zooey is puzzled.
“Sweetheart I love you, but this time away has made you forget a few things about me.
I fucking love this draw.”
“Wait? Really? The draw seems insane.”
“It’s a who’s who of people I want to beat, almost as much as Angelo. It’s a litany of people who I need to right a wrong with, and there’s no one better than Lissie fuckin Hope to start that.
After all that loss started the clock, it was after losing to that ever tragic useless sack of shit that the management pulled me to one side and said “I don’t think you got it any more.” It was after losing to the most protected, hand picked, over hyped nightmare of a woman that I knew I had to show everyone that I’m not going down without a fight and that Kidsgrove is here to stay.
People keep asking me “What are you even doing in wrestling, you got everything”. They come up to me and tell me that I don’t belong in the ring, that I’m a rich, silver spoon fed moron who has no real reason to be getting in that ring and fighting, that I’m somehow treating it as a game and I have no real risk.
Yet those accusations are never thrown at Lissie. Lissie, the woman who has been handed everything in this company because she’s some sort of inspiration to young girls, a feminist hero or some shit?
Now, I know you kinda like her sweetness because she does stand up for women.”
“I don’t. She used to, not now.”
“See, I was going to say that! All Lissie Hope stands for is Lissie Hope. She spends all her day watching trash reality TV while hooking up with random companies on Twitter. She’s not there for AW, she’s not there to help the business grow or to make the world a better place, if she was she’d start by not representing the trash lowlife scum that’s on reality TV every single day and actually spend time in the place she calls herself a pillar of, rather than coming back after her world tour of random feds to get yet another hand gifted opportunity at the World Title and failing.”
“I mean you didn’t beat Angelo either.”
“Yeah and that kills me, but you know what didn’t happen when I lost to Angelo?
I wasn’t gifted another opportunity at a different title. Because I’m not protected like Lissie Hope.
Hell, how did she get that shot against Angelo anyway? That’s right she happens to be just handed it. Big main event segment, no number one contendership match, no ifs, no buts, no doubts. Literally just named number 1 contender because why the fuck not right? Lissie hasn’t had a title shot in a couple of weeks, let’s give her one.
Then, after she inevitably shat the bed at Uprising “Oh, sorry boo, we’ll put you in a Queen of the ring match? What, you lost that? OK, how about giving you your own fucking Big Brother branded match where you can be CBS champion, hows that?”
What would have happened if she lost that? “Oh my darling sweet Lissie, how about having a match against your fucking self and we’ll create a Lissie Hope Challenge belt?”
And then you have me, constantly overlooked, having to fight tooth and fucking nail for 9 months to get one measly title shot in 2 years and I’m the one who’s privileged? I’m born with a silver spoon and all the opportunity? I don’t have anything to worry about in my life?
I bust my ass off every single day to make this company grow, I carry divisions on my back and people dare to say that I have nothing to lose?
Motherfucker, Lissie goes out there with nothing to lose every single time because she knows if she fails then she’s going to get another chance in a couple of weeks at something else. She doesn’t care what she has as long as she can spend a couple of days preening in the spotlight with a bit of gold like some tramp in a diary room sitting there bragging about how the public loves her and she won’t get voted out because she’s a role model, despite the fact that all she ever does is manipulate shit behind the scenes to give her preferential treatment.
I don’t have that luxury.
I know that if I go out there and fail, then I’m at the back of the line again. And that back of the line isn’t 2 or 3 people deep, that’s me being at the back of the line having to fight the whole damn roster to get back in the line, and then that line contains 5 Lissie Hopes.
But you know what, I’m a stubborn son of a bitch. I won’t quit, I’m going to keep going. I’m going to show the world that you can succeed even when those around you want you to fail. I’m going to show the world that you can reach your goals even when the management doesn't want you to. I’m going to make sure that the world knows that the likes of Lissie Hope will always be beaten by people who take their craft seriously. This is what keeps me up at night, this is why I’m not sleeping. I see a challenge and I overcome it. People mistake this for bitching, they’d hear this and say “Oh but Sam is making excuses”.
No, I’m just laying it down how it is, unfortunately in this world, there are some people who are protected because they’re delicate little flowers who are one “No” away from throwing a mother of all hissy fits and locking themselves up in a motel with a bottle of vodka and some pills so they get everything they want.
Then there are people like us, who are unapologetic in who they are, who just want to prove ourselves and do it in the right way, but will be constantly overlooked, precisely because we’re doing it in the right way.
I want to show the world that doing things the right way, respectfully and with honour can still be done. You don’t have to change who you are to get ahead in AW, hell you don’t have to change who you are to get ahead in life.
You don’t have to put on this fake facade like you’re in an episode of Big Brother and make the world about you and your petty little dramas. You can still be a normal, hardworking person and make a change.
This is why I’ve never respected Lissie, despite trying to play nice with her all these years. I’m a guy who was thrust in the spotlight as a kid and I grew up in it. I have not sought it, I don’t go out of my way to get it, I just have it. It wasn’t my choice, but it is my responsibility now that I have it to use it correctly. Lissie? She’s always chasing the spotlight. She craves attention. She’s the worst kind of celebrity, the kind that is worshipped on limited talent and charisma. She’s the kind of trash that is there only to give hope to the people that anyone can become famous and rich for even 15 minutes with minimal effort. She represents the generation that can make a career out of being a boring, vacuous, pointless dredge of society because you can be in front of a camera and bitch about your housemates - as long as you’re controversial enough you can make it. You don’t need talent, depth is optional, in fact in Lissie’s world no qualities whatsoever other than sheer bloody mindedness and the ability to be absolutely shameless are necessary. Imagine being handed everything you have in your career to the detriment of other people on the roster and even then saying that AW isn’t looking out for you. Imagine being that self centred after you got handed a number 1 contender shot, then a queen of the ring shot, then a CBS title shot and saying you’re not sure if you want to champion AW.
Imagine being that entitled you think you deserve more chances than anyone else, especially after all the company has done to promote your ass over others who work twice as hard but for less reward.
But you know it makes it all the sweeter when I take them down and show them a dose of reality.
After all that’s what Sam Kidsgrove has been about throughout the years. I piss off the entitled dickheads by taking them out. Lissie was furious for 3 years because I dared to beat her. Dandy is my sworn enemy forever because I dared kick his ass. Baker left in a pique of rage because I had his number, hell even Angelo himself only went and won the title because I showed him up and he has had that anger fuelling him for the past year.
Now? It’s my time to return the favour. It’s my time to motivate myself by going through the list of the self entitled shitty people that call themselves the best. It’s my chance to have a motherfucking rocket ship of righteous anger propel me to win.
This bracket is perfect for me, every single round is an entitled dickbag from my past just waiting to be taken down. Hope. DiVito. Park. Angelo. I hope that’s the order they line up against me because they are damn well the order I am going to knock them down. Every single last one of them.
Lissie is first.
She won’t be the last.
I won’t stop until they all respect the name Sam Kidsgrove.
Then I’m taking what’s mine - and I won’t need handouts to do it. If not, and this is my final 3 months.
I’m taking them down too."
Kidsgrove and Zooey are sitting at the coffee table, Zooey has made a pot of tea and they are finally having a catchup. Their schedule has been insane lately as Zooey has picked up a new show and is filming in Vancouver, Kidsgrove has been travelling to AW shows and acting as her agent ever since she received the first offer. This is the first chance they’ve had to talk for weeks.
Things aren’t tense, but there are signs that Kidsgrove is stressed over something. He’s not his usual self and, as Zooey is his life partner, she knows when he needs to do his thing and when he needs a cup of tea and a chat. This is one of those times. Naturally, Kidsgrove is resisting and she’s teasing the information out of him.
“I’m fine, how’s work been?” Kidsgrove deflects. Zooey raises an eyebrow, she knows this game - they’ve done it many times.
“You’re stressed.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, why?”
“I’m not.”
“Is it AW related?”
Kidsgrove is silent as he takes a drink from his cup. Zooey knows this is a sign she’s on the right track, if it wasn’t he always denies.
“You need to put Angelo out of your head for now.” She starts. Now it’s Kidsgrove’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Knew it!” She declares, victorious.
“It’s not that.” He dismisses. “I mean it is, everything about losing to that fucker eats me up inside. I keep replaying the loss in my head over and over and over and every single waking thought is dedicated to taking that prick down, but it’s not that at the moment, that shit’s parked. It has to be, because if it isn’t, I’m a dead man. Especially with what’s coming up.”
“Wrestler of the year? You’re worried about the bracket? I mean I know you had a tough side of the draw….”
Kidsgrove laughs, a hearty laugh, full bellied and full of mirth.
“What?” Zooey is puzzled.
“Sweetheart I love you, but this time away has made you forget a few things about me.
I fucking love this draw.”
“Wait? Really? The draw seems insane.”
“It’s a who’s who of people I want to beat, almost as much as Angelo. It’s a litany of people who I need to right a wrong with, and there’s no one better than Lissie fuckin Hope to start that.
After all that loss started the clock, it was after losing to that ever tragic useless sack of shit that the management pulled me to one side and said “I don’t think you got it any more.” It was after losing to the most protected, hand picked, over hyped nightmare of a woman that I knew I had to show everyone that I’m not going down without a fight and that Kidsgrove is here to stay.
People keep asking me “What are you even doing in wrestling, you got everything”. They come up to me and tell me that I don’t belong in the ring, that I’m a rich, silver spoon fed moron who has no real reason to be getting in that ring and fighting, that I’m somehow treating it as a game and I have no real risk.
Yet those accusations are never thrown at Lissie. Lissie, the woman who has been handed everything in this company because she’s some sort of inspiration to young girls, a feminist hero or some shit?
Now, I know you kinda like her sweetness because she does stand up for women.”
“I don’t. She used to, not now.”
“See, I was going to say that! All Lissie Hope stands for is Lissie Hope. She spends all her day watching trash reality TV while hooking up with random companies on Twitter. She’s not there for AW, she’s not there to help the business grow or to make the world a better place, if she was she’d start by not representing the trash lowlife scum that’s on reality TV every single day and actually spend time in the place she calls herself a pillar of, rather than coming back after her world tour of random feds to get yet another hand gifted opportunity at the World Title and failing.”
“I mean you didn’t beat Angelo either.”
“Yeah and that kills me, but you know what didn’t happen when I lost to Angelo?
I wasn’t gifted another opportunity at a different title. Because I’m not protected like Lissie Hope.
Hell, how did she get that shot against Angelo anyway? That’s right she happens to be just handed it. Big main event segment, no number one contendership match, no ifs, no buts, no doubts. Literally just named number 1 contender because why the fuck not right? Lissie hasn’t had a title shot in a couple of weeks, let’s give her one.
Then, after she inevitably shat the bed at Uprising “Oh, sorry boo, we’ll put you in a Queen of the ring match? What, you lost that? OK, how about giving you your own fucking Big Brother branded match where you can be CBS champion, hows that?”
What would have happened if she lost that? “Oh my darling sweet Lissie, how about having a match against your fucking self and we’ll create a Lissie Hope Challenge belt?”
And then you have me, constantly overlooked, having to fight tooth and fucking nail for 9 months to get one measly title shot in 2 years and I’m the one who’s privileged? I’m born with a silver spoon and all the opportunity? I don’t have anything to worry about in my life?
I bust my ass off every single day to make this company grow, I carry divisions on my back and people dare to say that I have nothing to lose?
Motherfucker, Lissie goes out there with nothing to lose every single time because she knows if she fails then she’s going to get another chance in a couple of weeks at something else. She doesn’t care what she has as long as she can spend a couple of days preening in the spotlight with a bit of gold like some tramp in a diary room sitting there bragging about how the public loves her and she won’t get voted out because she’s a role model, despite the fact that all she ever does is manipulate shit behind the scenes to give her preferential treatment.
I don’t have that luxury.
I know that if I go out there and fail, then I’m at the back of the line again. And that back of the line isn’t 2 or 3 people deep, that’s me being at the back of the line having to fight the whole damn roster to get back in the line, and then that line contains 5 Lissie Hopes.
But you know what, I’m a stubborn son of a bitch. I won’t quit, I’m going to keep going. I’m going to show the world that you can succeed even when those around you want you to fail. I’m going to show the world that you can reach your goals even when the management doesn't want you to. I’m going to make sure that the world knows that the likes of Lissie Hope will always be beaten by people who take their craft seriously. This is what keeps me up at night, this is why I’m not sleeping. I see a challenge and I overcome it. People mistake this for bitching, they’d hear this and say “Oh but Sam is making excuses”.
No, I’m just laying it down how it is, unfortunately in this world, there are some people who are protected because they’re delicate little flowers who are one “No” away from throwing a mother of all hissy fits and locking themselves up in a motel with a bottle of vodka and some pills so they get everything they want.
Then there are people like us, who are unapologetic in who they are, who just want to prove ourselves and do it in the right way, but will be constantly overlooked, precisely because we’re doing it in the right way.
I want to show the world that doing things the right way, respectfully and with honour can still be done. You don’t have to change who you are to get ahead in AW, hell you don’t have to change who you are to get ahead in life.
You don’t have to put on this fake facade like you’re in an episode of Big Brother and make the world about you and your petty little dramas. You can still be a normal, hardworking person and make a change.
This is why I’ve never respected Lissie, despite trying to play nice with her all these years. I’m a guy who was thrust in the spotlight as a kid and I grew up in it. I have not sought it, I don’t go out of my way to get it, I just have it. It wasn’t my choice, but it is my responsibility now that I have it to use it correctly. Lissie? She’s always chasing the spotlight. She craves attention. She’s the worst kind of celebrity, the kind that is worshipped on limited talent and charisma. She’s the kind of trash that is there only to give hope to the people that anyone can become famous and rich for even 15 minutes with minimal effort. She represents the generation that can make a career out of being a boring, vacuous, pointless dredge of society because you can be in front of a camera and bitch about your housemates - as long as you’re controversial enough you can make it. You don’t need talent, depth is optional, in fact in Lissie’s world no qualities whatsoever other than sheer bloody mindedness and the ability to be absolutely shameless are necessary. Imagine being handed everything you have in your career to the detriment of other people on the roster and even then saying that AW isn’t looking out for you. Imagine being that self centred after you got handed a number 1 contender shot, then a queen of the ring shot, then a CBS title shot and saying you’re not sure if you want to champion AW.
Imagine being that entitled you think you deserve more chances than anyone else, especially after all the company has done to promote your ass over others who work twice as hard but for less reward.
But you know it makes it all the sweeter when I take them down and show them a dose of reality.
After all that’s what Sam Kidsgrove has been about throughout the years. I piss off the entitled dickheads by taking them out. Lissie was furious for 3 years because I dared to beat her. Dandy is my sworn enemy forever because I dared kick his ass. Baker left in a pique of rage because I had his number, hell even Angelo himself only went and won the title because I showed him up and he has had that anger fuelling him for the past year.
Now? It’s my time to return the favour. It’s my time to motivate myself by going through the list of the self entitled shitty people that call themselves the best. It’s my chance to have a motherfucking rocket ship of righteous anger propel me to win.
This bracket is perfect for me, every single round is an entitled dickbag from my past just waiting to be taken down. Hope. DiVito. Park. Angelo. I hope that’s the order they line up against me because they are damn well the order I am going to knock them down. Every single last one of them.
Lissie is first.
She won’t be the last.
I won’t stop until they all respect the name Sam Kidsgrove.
Then I’m taking what’s mine - and I won’t need handouts to do it. If not, and this is my final 3 months.
I’m taking them down too."
