Post by Sam Kidsgrove on Nov 19, 2022 13:29:27 GMT -5
“So he straight up balls as brass just leaned against your car and handed you a contract?” Asks Matt Damon, incredulously. “That fuckin’ guy.”
“Yeah,” replies Kidsgrove. “Well not even handed me the contract, I didn’t even look at it, didn’t even take it off him, he just tossed it onto the back seat.”
“He either really wants you or they got somethin’ cooked up. Never trust the Old Man.” Chips in Affleck, as he lines up the cue against the 8 ball. He takes the shot and sinks it, triumphantly looking at Matt, who gives him a sour look then hands him over a crisp 1 dollar note.
“Lucky shot.”
Affleck smirks, “No, I’m just lucky that you can’t shoot. On the other hand?” He points to Kidsgrove “He might be a challenge.”
They are in Ben Affleck’s bar room that he’s had custom built for the guys to shoot some pool and just kick back without having to bother the general public. It’s decked out like an Irish pub, complete with pool table, dart board and a huge TV screen where they can sit back and watch any sport from across the world. Kidsgrove sips his water as Matt racks the balls for the next game.
“Wonder if the show is any good”. Kidsgrove says. Jennifer, Zooey and Luciana are out watching a new show that just hit the theatres, Ben rolls his eyes.
“Sounds derivative. Heard it’s awful. You know they got Jess going back to Broadway next year?”
“Chastaine?” Asks Matt. “I thought she was done with that?”
“Nah, she always wanted to go back.”
Kidsgrove listens to this with a smile on his face, he likes hearing about his friends and colleagues doing what they love doing. Ben and Matt both know better to ask Kidsgrove if he’s acting again, last time it happened Sam almost flipped.
“Zooey see the contract?” Matt asks.
“I haven’t even seen the contract.” Kidsgrove shrugs as he breaks. “I’m not gonna either, I have absolutely no interest in it. That life is behind me, It has nothing to give me any longer."
“Where is it?”
“Left it on the back seat, not even worth shredding. I’m concentrating on AW.”
“Wrestler of the Year right? How’s that going?”
Matt takes a long drawn breath. “You shouldn’t have asked that, it’s not going well.”
“Why?”
“He’s reached the semi final.”
“That’s good right?”
“No.” States Kidsgrove emphatically. “It’s not.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Downfall robbed me of what should have been one of the greatest nights of my career, little fucker. two legends, one on one facing each other in a showdown for the age then that dickhead decided to get involved. It Meant that Corey Black, one of the baddest motherfuckers on the planet couldn’t even fucking stand up properly to face me.”
“A win’s a win though right?”
“Fuck off Matt. Seriously, shut the fuck up. No, a win isn’t a win - when you come up against the best, when you hit this level you can’t just take a win because the other guy can’t stand. You know you can’t.
All this means is,Spence will have watched that match and won’t be fearful, he won’t be having doubts in the back of his mind that I can take him down, he’ll be sitting there strategising with CJ and saying “Yeah, Kidsgrove won by fuckin’ default, I can take him.”
What I wanted was for me to go to war with Corey Black, and win a fight of the ages. I wanted Black to be the best he could be so I can show the world that I mean business, to show Spence that I mean business. I wanted to beat Black clean in the middle of that ring to let Spence know that I had the number of the guy who has always had his number.
Also you give the idiots back there in the locker room who still think that Sam Kidsgrove not winning the world title yet is some sort of black mark against him when in reality he’s not had anywhere near as many fucking chances as he deserves another fucking stick. They’re going to see Sam Kidsgrove beat 4 fucking legends to win Wrestler of the year in the most stacked bracket in the history of this tournament and be all “Yeah but it was an asterisk because of Corey.”
Fuckin’ Downfall. You know what I’m actually glad he won his match, because now I got motivation when I beat Spence against both those motherfuckers. At first I thought anyone but Angelo in the final would be a disappointment because I need to take that smug fucking dick down. But hell, Downfall doing this shit? Well he’s a good fucking second choice now.
But first, I gotta go through Spence.
Another stacked match against another of AW’s finest.
Another match against one of the best there ever has been in this industry.
Another box office smash to one of the darlings of this company and this one? Well this would be the sweetest yet.
Not because of any sort of personal vendetta against Spence. Don’t get me wrong, beating the woman who almost stopped my career was great. That was personal, finally burying a fucking injustice is great.
But this would be sweeter. Why? Because it’s Spence on a roll. 76 wins in the company, won every single match of 2022. He’s in the best form of his entire career. Has his mind set on an unbeaten year AND Wrestler of the Year. Motivated as I’ve ever seen him.
This is Spence in Prime fucking form. In beast mode. Spence truly being King Shit, the world is his, we’re just living in it. The end of 2022 is a red letter day for Spence - where he finally fulfils what is his fucking destiny and becomes Wrestler of the year, a true grand slam champion where he’s won it all and did it in style. Well, won everything but the division I locked up in my name for 4 fuckin’ years at least.
It’ll be sweeter because I’ll be forever known as the man who stopped the juggernaut. I’ll be forever known as the one who broke this streak. It’ll be written in the history books that Spencer Adams - the man who couldn’t be beaten, who racked up more wins than anyone in his best ever year finally found his match against Sam fuckin’ Kidsgrove.
The man who management doesn’t think is up to carrying this company on his back, without realising he’s been doing it all a fucking long. The man who they don’t even think deserves a new contract beats the guy they’ve built this company around? I reckon that’d cause chaos in the office of whichever fucker decided my contract means fuck all.”
Kidsgrove looks at his phone, the agent who tried to recruit him is calling, he sends it to voice mail.
“That the agent?” Asks Ben.
“Never fuckin’ gives up.” Chuckles Matt “Again, gotta admire the balls.”
“Speaking of balls.” Kidsgrove says. “Take over, I gotta go get some air.” He hands the cue to Matt.
“You OK?”
“Yeah just got a bit of a headache, need to get outside is all.”
“Yeah, I’ll throw the lights on, you can go chill in the garden.” Ben suggests.
“Thanks, but I’ve gotta go to my car anyway.” He motions to his stuff. “Left my damn pens on the seat.”
Instantly the lads understand and don’t mention anything more about it as Kidsgrove makes his way out to the car. He unlocks his car and grabs his diabetes bag, stopping to enjoy the crisp night time air.
“Was wonderin’ when one of you would come out.” Says a voice. Kidsgrove immediately spins around, seeing a pretty woman standing there with a notebook and pen. She smiles at him.
“Bit late for being a groupie ain’t it?” Kidsgrove asks, she’s not offering him the notebook to sign.
“Oh the notebook? It’s for me, I don’t want your autograph, not yet. I’m Vickie Jones, a reporter, well more article writer really for TMZ.”
“And what is Vickie Jones, reporter for TMZ doing camping out outside my friend’s house at 2 in the morning? You got nothing better to do?”
“Couldn’t sleep, so I figured, as Sam Kidsgrove, Matt Damon and Ben Affleck are having a party round Ben’s house I’d get a scoop.”
“How’d you know?”
“You off the wagon?”
“No course not, how’d you find us?”
“Dude I’m a top class reporter, I can find anyone when I want to. Is it true you’re coming back to Hollywood?”
“No. Why would I want to do that?”
“Well why would you have a meeting at the end of Clash with one of the top agents in the business on Monday?”
“It wasn’t a meeting, I told him to fuck off. I have absolutely no interest in a Hollywood career. I’m concentrating on winning Wrestler of the Year.”
“Interesting, not what I heard.”
“Then you’ve heard wrong.”
“So how’s wrestler of the Year going? Spence coming up right?”
“Yup. Hopefully we won’t get any dumbasses interfering this time.”
“How much would it mean to you to beat Spence? How far are you willing to go? It’s a big deal right? I mean he’s a big deal. You’re a massive underdog in this fight.”
Kidsgrove looks at Vickie in disgust, looking her up and down as if she’d just called him out. He thinks for a few moments about things, more than one thought crossed his mind about just ignoring the woman and walking away but his hot temper won the argument.
“You’re kidding right?” He starts. “You’re out here at 2 in the morning, camping out at Ben Affleck’s place like some sort of weird ass stalker coming from wherever you were and you ask me how far I’m willing to go in the biggest fight of my career? It goes without saying I’m willing to go all the way and do whatever the fuck it takes. What sort of question is that? In fact why are you not over at Spencer’s place right now where he’s holed up with CJ planning his great escape and asking him the same fucking thing? You should be out there asking Spence how far he’s going to go in the biggest fight of his career. You should be asking him how far he’s willing to dig to put me down because he’ll need every single drop of energy to take me out.
Yes this is the biggest fight of my career so far, you know why? Because the biggest fight of my career is always the next one. Every single fight I have is bigger than the last because I have to win. I don’t win? I go to the back of the queue, that’s how it goes with me. I don’t win here and I don’t get the chance to kick the ever loving piss out of Angelo. I don’t win here, I probably won’t even get put on the Turmoil card as the AW management look at every single fucking opportunity to not put me on a PPV they can.
But it’s Spence’s biggest fight of his career too, why aren’t you there asking him inane questions in the dark?
Spence has all the pressure going into this match, he’s like a fucking keg that’s about to go off. He’s making so much out of this being his chance to finally win his unicorn, the one thing he wants before he thinks “job done”. He’s been so close so many times and always fallen at the last. It’s in a year he’s unbeaten and unbeatable. So why the fuck are you not over there asking him whether this is the biggest fight of his career?
Because I can tell you right now that it is. I’m not some small time fuck who hangs onto someone else’s coattails, living off the past glory of his former tag team partner’s World Title reign, I’m not a crazy lady who’s just spiralling out of control since hitting her ceiling at last year’s Wrestler of the Year tournament. I’m a future hall of famer.
I’ve had every bit the career Spencer Adams has but with less of the sanctimonious bullshit that comes with it, and I’ve done it with hard work and talent. Grinding every single day of every single week of every single year to be the best I can be - I’m here as a one man show doing everything I can to be recognised and respected. Spence?
Well let’s just say he’s had help along the way. There’s a reason why I’m a record breaking US title holder and he’s a record breaking tag team specialist and he swerved the US title division since I got there.
Sure Spence can hang with the best in singles competition. But his bread and butter, where he’s comfortable, is two steps behind a more talented partner who he can tag in whenever he feels like he’s got nothing else to give.
When it comes down to having to dig that little extra, when it comes down to facing someone one on one with no one else by your side to help you out, when it comes down to the ultimate test of character, well, Spence can be found wanting. See Spence can face down the likes of Jill Park’s roadie, he can hold off a God of too much wine, too much cheese and not enough cardio.
You have to go back years since Spence D Day to win the world title, granted he had more than a little help on that occasion, more help than I ever had at least and since then what? He’s won a couple of small time belts, lucked out in Havoc and generally spent most of his career failing to go on and win when it comes down to him and someone else one v one.
Because Spence doesn’t have the fortitude to take that extra step when it comes down to it, he doesn’t have the energy or conviction in himself to take all the punishment a top tier guy can throw at him and then kick out. He talks a big game, he has the talent but he just doesn’t have the heart.
He’s got no skin in the game, he’s not hungry enough. He’ll be content after he loses this semi final to go back to CJ, put his arm around him like a mother hen and be all “You know CJ, my son, when life gives you a curveball then we’ll think of this as a learning experience for you.” Then he’ll go on to hand pick some nobodies at Turmoil to defend the title against and graciously allow CJ to wrestle while he stands off to the side thanking his lucky stars that CJ doesn’t see him for what he is and punch him straight in the mouth.
Me? If I lose this, I’ll be pissed. I want this more than anything I’ve wanted in my entire life. I want this because I know that it’ll shut up all the naysayers. I want this because I know going through this tournament bracket will make people sit up and take notice. I want this to show the world that I am not done yet and I won’t ever be done unless it’s on my fucking terms.
I lose this and I won’t be all “Aww shucks, next time maybe buddy” I’ll be raising absolute fucking hell with the world.
I’m not stopping until I get my hands on Angelo and removing that title from his fucking shoulder.
I don’t care who I have to get through, this week it’s Spence. Last week it was Corey, the week before it was Lissie. Did I want to face Corey in that situation last week? No. In fact I wanted to beat the piss out of Dandy instead.
Do I want to face Spence this week? No, I wanted to beat the shit out of Jill Park’s smug bastard face instead. But this is what the world dealt me. I get Spencer fucking Adams. Or, more accurately, Spencer Adams gets me. He knows first hand what Sam Kidsgrove can do to him, he knows how far I’m willing to go to win a fucking match. Hell we faced each other at XIII with absolutely NO FUCKING STAKES AT ALL and I gave him the fight of his year. I was just given that match at the last fucking minute because someone dropped out and I was next on the list.
I know right now that Spence didn’t like that match. I know he wasn’t happy that even was a thing. After all, like I said there’s a reason why he’s never tried to win the US title seriously, because he knew the minute he stepped into my domain he’d have been a marked man.
He knew that whenever he decided to win that title I’d be there immediately to challenge him and he doesn’t like a challenge. He doesn’t like it when someone can stand up to him one v one and out fight, out heart and outlast him. He hates having to dig deeper than he’s comfortable with to win a match and he absolutely can’t stand it when someone can. He can’t cope when the other guy has a lot to prove and is hungry to prove themselves or prove the doubters wrong. This isn’t why he won’t beat Angelo in the final by the way. This isn’t why he won’t beat Downfall in the final either. Both of them would kick his ass every single way around Philly. No, this is why he won’t beat me on Monday. His Wrestler of the Year dream ends here. Again. Against someone who in his mind he should be able to beat easily.
Why is this? Because he lives by reputation alone. He thinks that the name Spencer Adams should be enough to win. He feels that just by being across the ring from him you should already have lost because he’s Spencer Fuckin’ Adams and he’s King Shit 2.
Problem he has is that I don’t care about reputation. I used to, but I came to realise that I have one of the biggest names out there. I used to give a damn about who came before me and give them respect. I gave Dandy too much respect. Same with Lissie, hell same with Angelo.
But I realised that my name means something. It should come with respect. People should be standing at the other side of the ring to me and looking at the name Sam Kidsgrove and thinking “How the fuck do I beat this guy?” I should be in their heads from the minute the card is announced until the second they’re knocked the fuck out and recovering in the treatment room.
So yeah you should be at Spencer Adams’ house right now asking him whether or not he can beat Sam Kidsgrove. You should be asking him how it feels to go into this match as an underdog and ask him whether he could beat Sam Kidsgrove. I can tell you now, if he answers with any sort of confidence whatsoever, it’d be bullshit. He should be worried about me, he should be worried about what I’m going to do. I need to win Wrestler of the Year to feed my family. I need to win Wrestler of the Year to prove people wrong. I need to win Wrestler of the year to stay alive.
That gives me more than enough conviction to do what it takes. He doesn’t have that.”
Kidsgrove is interrupted by his phone again, this time a text message - one that immediately makes his eyes pop. He clenches his jaw in fury and then strides back into the house, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he has privacy he reads the message. Then hits the speed dial for the answering machine.
He looks livid.
Matt and Ben by this time have finished their game and are just chilling at the bar. Matt is nursing a manhattan while Ben is doing a bit of cleaning and winding down for the evening. They’re chatting shit to each other like they tend to do when they hear a massive crash. They look at each other, concerned but before they can stand up the door flings open. A very angry Sam Kidsgrove barges through the door, red in the face and ready to murder someone.
“The fuck?” Yells Ben “What’s this?” He looks through the door ”Why is my table smashed?”
“I can’t believe she did this!”
“Who?”
Kidsgrove can’t answer, instead he shows them an email.
“Pal! Good decision on signing the contract, Old Man is happy. Left you a message. Dan”
“Yeah,” replies Kidsgrove. “Well not even handed me the contract, I didn’t even look at it, didn’t even take it off him, he just tossed it onto the back seat.”
“He either really wants you or they got somethin’ cooked up. Never trust the Old Man.” Chips in Affleck, as he lines up the cue against the 8 ball. He takes the shot and sinks it, triumphantly looking at Matt, who gives him a sour look then hands him over a crisp 1 dollar note.
“Lucky shot.”
Affleck smirks, “No, I’m just lucky that you can’t shoot. On the other hand?” He points to Kidsgrove “He might be a challenge.”
They are in Ben Affleck’s bar room that he’s had custom built for the guys to shoot some pool and just kick back without having to bother the general public. It’s decked out like an Irish pub, complete with pool table, dart board and a huge TV screen where they can sit back and watch any sport from across the world. Kidsgrove sips his water as Matt racks the balls for the next game.
“Wonder if the show is any good”. Kidsgrove says. Jennifer, Zooey and Luciana are out watching a new show that just hit the theatres, Ben rolls his eyes.
“Sounds derivative. Heard it’s awful. You know they got Jess going back to Broadway next year?”
“Chastaine?” Asks Matt. “I thought she was done with that?”
“Nah, she always wanted to go back.”
Kidsgrove listens to this with a smile on his face, he likes hearing about his friends and colleagues doing what they love doing. Ben and Matt both know better to ask Kidsgrove if he’s acting again, last time it happened Sam almost flipped.
“Zooey see the contract?” Matt asks.
“I haven’t even seen the contract.” Kidsgrove shrugs as he breaks. “I’m not gonna either, I have absolutely no interest in it. That life is behind me, It has nothing to give me any longer."
“Where is it?”
“Left it on the back seat, not even worth shredding. I’m concentrating on AW.”
“Wrestler of the Year right? How’s that going?”
Matt takes a long drawn breath. “You shouldn’t have asked that, it’s not going well.”
“Why?”
“He’s reached the semi final.”
“That’s good right?”
“No.” States Kidsgrove emphatically. “It’s not.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Downfall robbed me of what should have been one of the greatest nights of my career, little fucker. two legends, one on one facing each other in a showdown for the age then that dickhead decided to get involved. It Meant that Corey Black, one of the baddest motherfuckers on the planet couldn’t even fucking stand up properly to face me.”
“A win’s a win though right?”
“Fuck off Matt. Seriously, shut the fuck up. No, a win isn’t a win - when you come up against the best, when you hit this level you can’t just take a win because the other guy can’t stand. You know you can’t.
All this means is,Spence will have watched that match and won’t be fearful, he won’t be having doubts in the back of his mind that I can take him down, he’ll be sitting there strategising with CJ and saying “Yeah, Kidsgrove won by fuckin’ default, I can take him.”
What I wanted was for me to go to war with Corey Black, and win a fight of the ages. I wanted Black to be the best he could be so I can show the world that I mean business, to show Spence that I mean business. I wanted to beat Black clean in the middle of that ring to let Spence know that I had the number of the guy who has always had his number.
Also you give the idiots back there in the locker room who still think that Sam Kidsgrove not winning the world title yet is some sort of black mark against him when in reality he’s not had anywhere near as many fucking chances as he deserves another fucking stick. They’re going to see Sam Kidsgrove beat 4 fucking legends to win Wrestler of the year in the most stacked bracket in the history of this tournament and be all “Yeah but it was an asterisk because of Corey.”
Fuckin’ Downfall. You know what I’m actually glad he won his match, because now I got motivation when I beat Spence against both those motherfuckers. At first I thought anyone but Angelo in the final would be a disappointment because I need to take that smug fucking dick down. But hell, Downfall doing this shit? Well he’s a good fucking second choice now.
But first, I gotta go through Spence.
Another stacked match against another of AW’s finest.
Another match against one of the best there ever has been in this industry.
Another box office smash to one of the darlings of this company and this one? Well this would be the sweetest yet.
Not because of any sort of personal vendetta against Spence. Don’t get me wrong, beating the woman who almost stopped my career was great. That was personal, finally burying a fucking injustice is great.
But this would be sweeter. Why? Because it’s Spence on a roll. 76 wins in the company, won every single match of 2022. He’s in the best form of his entire career. Has his mind set on an unbeaten year AND Wrestler of the Year. Motivated as I’ve ever seen him.
This is Spence in Prime fucking form. In beast mode. Spence truly being King Shit, the world is his, we’re just living in it. The end of 2022 is a red letter day for Spence - where he finally fulfils what is his fucking destiny and becomes Wrestler of the year, a true grand slam champion where he’s won it all and did it in style. Well, won everything but the division I locked up in my name for 4 fuckin’ years at least.
It’ll be sweeter because I’ll be forever known as the man who stopped the juggernaut. I’ll be forever known as the one who broke this streak. It’ll be written in the history books that Spencer Adams - the man who couldn’t be beaten, who racked up more wins than anyone in his best ever year finally found his match against Sam fuckin’ Kidsgrove.
The man who management doesn’t think is up to carrying this company on his back, without realising he’s been doing it all a fucking long. The man who they don’t even think deserves a new contract beats the guy they’ve built this company around? I reckon that’d cause chaos in the office of whichever fucker decided my contract means fuck all.”
Kidsgrove looks at his phone, the agent who tried to recruit him is calling, he sends it to voice mail.
“That the agent?” Asks Ben.
“Never fuckin’ gives up.” Chuckles Matt “Again, gotta admire the balls.”
“Speaking of balls.” Kidsgrove says. “Take over, I gotta go get some air.” He hands the cue to Matt.
“You OK?”
“Yeah just got a bit of a headache, need to get outside is all.”
“Yeah, I’ll throw the lights on, you can go chill in the garden.” Ben suggests.
“Thanks, but I’ve gotta go to my car anyway.” He motions to his stuff. “Left my damn pens on the seat.”
Instantly the lads understand and don’t mention anything more about it as Kidsgrove makes his way out to the car. He unlocks his car and grabs his diabetes bag, stopping to enjoy the crisp night time air.
“Was wonderin’ when one of you would come out.” Says a voice. Kidsgrove immediately spins around, seeing a pretty woman standing there with a notebook and pen. She smiles at him.
“Bit late for being a groupie ain’t it?” Kidsgrove asks, she’s not offering him the notebook to sign.
“Oh the notebook? It’s for me, I don’t want your autograph, not yet. I’m Vickie Jones, a reporter, well more article writer really for TMZ.”
“And what is Vickie Jones, reporter for TMZ doing camping out outside my friend’s house at 2 in the morning? You got nothing better to do?”
“Couldn’t sleep, so I figured, as Sam Kidsgrove, Matt Damon and Ben Affleck are having a party round Ben’s house I’d get a scoop.”
“How’d you know?”
“You off the wagon?”
“No course not, how’d you find us?”
“Dude I’m a top class reporter, I can find anyone when I want to. Is it true you’re coming back to Hollywood?”
“No. Why would I want to do that?”
“Well why would you have a meeting at the end of Clash with one of the top agents in the business on Monday?”
“It wasn’t a meeting, I told him to fuck off. I have absolutely no interest in a Hollywood career. I’m concentrating on winning Wrestler of the Year.”
“Interesting, not what I heard.”
“Then you’ve heard wrong.”
“So how’s wrestler of the Year going? Spence coming up right?”
“Yup. Hopefully we won’t get any dumbasses interfering this time.”
“How much would it mean to you to beat Spence? How far are you willing to go? It’s a big deal right? I mean he’s a big deal. You’re a massive underdog in this fight.”
Kidsgrove looks at Vickie in disgust, looking her up and down as if she’d just called him out. He thinks for a few moments about things, more than one thought crossed his mind about just ignoring the woman and walking away but his hot temper won the argument.
“You’re kidding right?” He starts. “You’re out here at 2 in the morning, camping out at Ben Affleck’s place like some sort of weird ass stalker coming from wherever you were and you ask me how far I’m willing to go in the biggest fight of my career? It goes without saying I’m willing to go all the way and do whatever the fuck it takes. What sort of question is that? In fact why are you not over at Spencer’s place right now where he’s holed up with CJ planning his great escape and asking him the same fucking thing? You should be out there asking Spence how far he’s going to go in the biggest fight of his career. You should be asking him how far he’s willing to dig to put me down because he’ll need every single drop of energy to take me out.
Yes this is the biggest fight of my career so far, you know why? Because the biggest fight of my career is always the next one. Every single fight I have is bigger than the last because I have to win. I don’t win? I go to the back of the queue, that’s how it goes with me. I don’t win here and I don’t get the chance to kick the ever loving piss out of Angelo. I don’t win here, I probably won’t even get put on the Turmoil card as the AW management look at every single fucking opportunity to not put me on a PPV they can.
But it’s Spence’s biggest fight of his career too, why aren’t you there asking him inane questions in the dark?
Spence has all the pressure going into this match, he’s like a fucking keg that’s about to go off. He’s making so much out of this being his chance to finally win his unicorn, the one thing he wants before he thinks “job done”. He’s been so close so many times and always fallen at the last. It’s in a year he’s unbeaten and unbeatable. So why the fuck are you not over there asking him whether this is the biggest fight of his career?
Because I can tell you right now that it is. I’m not some small time fuck who hangs onto someone else’s coattails, living off the past glory of his former tag team partner’s World Title reign, I’m not a crazy lady who’s just spiralling out of control since hitting her ceiling at last year’s Wrestler of the Year tournament. I’m a future hall of famer.
I’ve had every bit the career Spencer Adams has but with less of the sanctimonious bullshit that comes with it, and I’ve done it with hard work and talent. Grinding every single day of every single week of every single year to be the best I can be - I’m here as a one man show doing everything I can to be recognised and respected. Spence?
Well let’s just say he’s had help along the way. There’s a reason why I’m a record breaking US title holder and he’s a record breaking tag team specialist and he swerved the US title division since I got there.
Sure Spence can hang with the best in singles competition. But his bread and butter, where he’s comfortable, is two steps behind a more talented partner who he can tag in whenever he feels like he’s got nothing else to give.
When it comes down to having to dig that little extra, when it comes down to facing someone one on one with no one else by your side to help you out, when it comes down to the ultimate test of character, well, Spence can be found wanting. See Spence can face down the likes of Jill Park’s roadie, he can hold off a God of too much wine, too much cheese and not enough cardio.
You have to go back years since Spence D Day to win the world title, granted he had more than a little help on that occasion, more help than I ever had at least and since then what? He’s won a couple of small time belts, lucked out in Havoc and generally spent most of his career failing to go on and win when it comes down to him and someone else one v one.
Because Spence doesn’t have the fortitude to take that extra step when it comes down to it, he doesn’t have the energy or conviction in himself to take all the punishment a top tier guy can throw at him and then kick out. He talks a big game, he has the talent but he just doesn’t have the heart.
He’s got no skin in the game, he’s not hungry enough. He’ll be content after he loses this semi final to go back to CJ, put his arm around him like a mother hen and be all “You know CJ, my son, when life gives you a curveball then we’ll think of this as a learning experience for you.” Then he’ll go on to hand pick some nobodies at Turmoil to defend the title against and graciously allow CJ to wrestle while he stands off to the side thanking his lucky stars that CJ doesn’t see him for what he is and punch him straight in the mouth.
Me? If I lose this, I’ll be pissed. I want this more than anything I’ve wanted in my entire life. I want this because I know that it’ll shut up all the naysayers. I want this because I know going through this tournament bracket will make people sit up and take notice. I want this to show the world that I am not done yet and I won’t ever be done unless it’s on my fucking terms.
I lose this and I won’t be all “Aww shucks, next time maybe buddy” I’ll be raising absolute fucking hell with the world.
I’m not stopping until I get my hands on Angelo and removing that title from his fucking shoulder.
I don’t care who I have to get through, this week it’s Spence. Last week it was Corey, the week before it was Lissie. Did I want to face Corey in that situation last week? No. In fact I wanted to beat the piss out of Dandy instead.
Do I want to face Spence this week? No, I wanted to beat the shit out of Jill Park’s smug bastard face instead. But this is what the world dealt me. I get Spencer fucking Adams. Or, more accurately, Spencer Adams gets me. He knows first hand what Sam Kidsgrove can do to him, he knows how far I’m willing to go to win a fucking match. Hell we faced each other at XIII with absolutely NO FUCKING STAKES AT ALL and I gave him the fight of his year. I was just given that match at the last fucking minute because someone dropped out and I was next on the list.
I know right now that Spence didn’t like that match. I know he wasn’t happy that even was a thing. After all, like I said there’s a reason why he’s never tried to win the US title seriously, because he knew the minute he stepped into my domain he’d have been a marked man.
He knew that whenever he decided to win that title I’d be there immediately to challenge him and he doesn’t like a challenge. He doesn’t like it when someone can stand up to him one v one and out fight, out heart and outlast him. He hates having to dig deeper than he’s comfortable with to win a match and he absolutely can’t stand it when someone can. He can’t cope when the other guy has a lot to prove and is hungry to prove themselves or prove the doubters wrong. This isn’t why he won’t beat Angelo in the final by the way. This isn’t why he won’t beat Downfall in the final either. Both of them would kick his ass every single way around Philly. No, this is why he won’t beat me on Monday. His Wrestler of the Year dream ends here. Again. Against someone who in his mind he should be able to beat easily.
Why is this? Because he lives by reputation alone. He thinks that the name Spencer Adams should be enough to win. He feels that just by being across the ring from him you should already have lost because he’s Spencer Fuckin’ Adams and he’s King Shit 2.
Problem he has is that I don’t care about reputation. I used to, but I came to realise that I have one of the biggest names out there. I used to give a damn about who came before me and give them respect. I gave Dandy too much respect. Same with Lissie, hell same with Angelo.
But I realised that my name means something. It should come with respect. People should be standing at the other side of the ring to me and looking at the name Sam Kidsgrove and thinking “How the fuck do I beat this guy?” I should be in their heads from the minute the card is announced until the second they’re knocked the fuck out and recovering in the treatment room.
So yeah you should be at Spencer Adams’ house right now asking him whether or not he can beat Sam Kidsgrove. You should be asking him how it feels to go into this match as an underdog and ask him whether he could beat Sam Kidsgrove. I can tell you now, if he answers with any sort of confidence whatsoever, it’d be bullshit. He should be worried about me, he should be worried about what I’m going to do. I need to win Wrestler of the Year to feed my family. I need to win Wrestler of the Year to prove people wrong. I need to win Wrestler of the year to stay alive.
That gives me more than enough conviction to do what it takes. He doesn’t have that.”
Kidsgrove is interrupted by his phone again, this time a text message - one that immediately makes his eyes pop. He clenches his jaw in fury and then strides back into the house, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he has privacy he reads the message. Then hits the speed dial for the answering machine.
He looks livid.
Matt and Ben by this time have finished their game and are just chilling at the bar. Matt is nursing a manhattan while Ben is doing a bit of cleaning and winding down for the evening. They’re chatting shit to each other like they tend to do when they hear a massive crash. They look at each other, concerned but before they can stand up the door flings open. A very angry Sam Kidsgrove barges through the door, red in the face and ready to murder someone.
“The fuck?” Yells Ben “What’s this?” He looks through the door ”Why is my table smashed?”
“I can’t believe she did this!”
“Who?”
Kidsgrove can’t answer, instead he shows them an email.
“Pal! Good decision on signing the contract, Old Man is happy. Left you a message. Dan”
