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A few familiar names in this random selection so let me talk about the few. First is Liana Lewis. I’ve beaten her and every member of Syndicate Inc. except Shorty Jr has beaten her. Jay Gold somehow won her and himself the tag gold, which is not truly amazing for the simple fact Syndicate has fallen apart. It was time. It’s time to see which one of the four will make some us of their career. Liana, on the other hand, will never see any success at all. She will probably be the reason Gold loses his belts. Honestly, I can’t see how Silkk let his ex-hoe get a win over him. That’s pretty sad, I’d probably resign temporarily after that because that is too embarrassing. Liana Lewis is a great example of why black women or should I say the mixed ones like my sister, Alexis, have to work so hard to get ahead…because of dumb women like her who embarrass them. Her only competition is Shyne…to see who can demean the black race more.

Josh Hudson is another name that I have interest in. He has the SCW Championship so everyone and their mother are going to say something about him. It’s just natural. If you didn’t mention him in the least bit, you have absolutely no interest in being a wrestler in SCW. What about him? He destroyed Cherry, something I have yet to get on my plate. I’ve been busy with the divorce and such but I will get to Cherry. In fact, the moment he kicked Cherry’s ass it was bittersweet. It annoyed me I hadn’t done it yet but so damn glad to see Cherry laying on his back like his mother did nine months before he came out. I’m not sure if I will be lucky enough to take on Josh Hudson but that would definitely be good. Trust me, when I’m giving a match I’ll care about…I will put my all into it. Hudson is pretty much a marked man and not because of Cherry. I’m looking at that SCW Championship and I plan to get it sometime soon.

There is another man besides me who wants the SCW Championship and the only Syndicate member I have yet to get in a match and beat. That would be Michael “Silkk” Carrington. He has also failed at his chances to put Cherry under. The only difference between him and me when it came to that is, he actually TRIED. Other things in my life distracted me because unlike Silkk, I am a true family man who has to prioritize. Silkk is hiding from me. I don’t know why Drachewych has yet to let me take him on but when I do. I will rip him from limb to limb just to show everyone that Syndicate receives…wait, I mean RECEIVED…more hype than they deserved. God help Silkk if I have to take him on. I’ll fly down to Oklahoma then knock on his door and one of his kids will open the door. They will ask, “Who are you?” and all I will do is quickly smirk and say “The guy who crippled your father.”

I’ve had an unfinished inactive feud with this man spanning over years. He always talked about it was his “Time to Shyne”. Hell, he wasn’t lying. Back in the days, he was shining star. He was one of the best up and comers around. The keyword there is “was”. He is now considered on a curtain jerker with no future ahead of him especially now that he can’t lean on Silkk for success. I laughed when I saw Shyne try to fight with Silkk. I could only think “why are you biting the hand that feeds you, you know good and damn well you wouldn’t have even won those belts without him”. Not to mention it only shows that if Silkk is not on his “A” game, Shyne can’t even handle holding the team up. He falters, as usual. He once again shows why he has absolutely no chance of making it in SCW. There it was. His big opportunity to shine, his time to show everyone that he is not just Silkk’s “homey”…once again he fails. Pathetic.

One person who is on their game is Juan Ramirez. He reminds me of an older Shorty Jr. with more swagger. What he doesn’t realize it doesn’t matter how much swagger you have, if you can’t handle your business in the ring consistently then you’re absolutely nothing. I’ve done consistently for the last seven years. Now THAT’S “hustle”. Juan is probably be the only person worth paying attention to after the dust clears from Syndicate’s explosive break up. He is the only one who really came out of that argument clean. The rest of them? We all had to watch Junior being called an emo even though Silkk is more of a depressive bitch than he is. Let’s not even bother discussing Shyne and his dead end career. I’m not sure if I will have to face Juan but if I do, trust me…I’ll make his second loss even more embarrassing. Juan needs to stop worrying about Shyne and Silkk because their chances in SCW are dead. Juan needs to enjoy what he has.

I’d never think for a second I would get beat by some bald old fart named Jay Michaels. All right, fine, he’s not old but I didn’t think I’d lose to him. What I have is respect for him helping me with Hodges blindsiding me…it ends there. If we face off again, I will make sure I send him back to that shitty dump they call New Orleans. Not before I make him relive Hurricane Katrina. Oh wait, he probably didn’t. He probably went up to the North, tucked his tail between his legs, and hid like the little rich bitch that some of New Orleans residents are. They couldn’t tough it out like the rest. Who am I to judge? The man said me from a beating from Hodges but it doesn’t mean I’m going to play buddies with him or even pretend to give a shit about him because I could handle Hodges on my own. He only just saved me the energy it would take to do it but it’s not by much.

Oh when I get a chance to lay hands on this little bastard, trust me it will be all worth it. I will have Hodges running back into Cid’s shack of man-on-man love quicker than he arrived here. When Cid is not around to drag him by the collar, he let’s Greg do it. Talk about jumping from the pan and into the fire. Hodges used to be a little no body down in Majestic and since he came up he thinks he’s badass because he hides behind former SCW Champions? Weak. Weak like him. Hell, if I had the SCW belt he’d probably try to crawl into my pants because people like him make me sick. People like him and Shyne. They are the mediocre wrestlers who feel the need to leech onto the real superstars to make it through. They hang onto your coat tails until you finally realize you’re being weighed down and you shake them off. Then they find someone as equally oblivious to their plans…rinse, wash, and recycle. It’s nothing new; I see it all the time.

Talking about mediocre wrestlers, here is one…Chris Lawler. The only exception with him is he doesn’t leech, doesn’t mean he isn’t still as annoying as Hodges or Shyne. Maybe he needs to leech because that’s the only way I see him ever accomplishing anything in SCW. How long has he been here? For more than two years from what I hear and yet I’ve accomplished more than him just by being here. Hell, even every Syndicate Inc. member has accomplished more than he will ever. He is actually the only person I know to be beaten by every single member of Syndicate minus Liana who really doesn’t count cause she didn’t do and still doesn’t do shit. I thought I’d never have to see Lawler’s face again after whooping his ass twice but apparently I might even take him on…again. You think they would finally drop him off the roster, well I guess Shyne does need someone on his level to feud with.

The last piece of shit I would LOVE to take on. Honestly, I want to beat the living shit out of him if I get the chance. The stress and hell he is bringing me through because he knows he has barely any wrestling skills and I’d drag him back to the dump that is Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania is just a three-hour drive away from New Jersey…he keeps this shit up? He can find himself three hours away from an ass kicking that will have him using the handicap accessible buildings for the rest of his life. You ask the people who have known me for years, when you piss me off…you better find yourself off Planet Earth and go reside elsewhere. Even then, I’d take a fucking rocket and find you just so I can beat your ass. You ask “well Glace, what’s the point of spending all that money to go into outer space to kick someone’s ass”. Then I kick your ass for asking me such a damn stupid question in the first place. Cherry, you better hope I don’t see you.


Scenes open to the quiet New Jersey home of Alexis Thompson. The back yard looks like a white field and it is snowing heavily. Outside is a white man standing at six foot five wearing a green New Jersey Jets football jersey over a long sleeved white shirt. He has on dark blue jeans and white sneakers. A woman’s voice can be heard as he turns around and his green contacts connected with his sister’s dark brown eyes. She walked out, shivering a little. She looked up at me with the same concerned look she gave me when I went to my lawyer about the divorce. I hate when she is worried especially when she was worried about me. It made me feel as if I failed at being her older brother…like I failed at being the man’s shoulder she was suppose to lean her head on when things got bad. I was supposed to be the older brother who solved all her problems; here I am giving her more problems to deal with. Damn.

Alexis: You’ll be okay?

Anthony: Yeah, don’t worry about me.

Alexis: I am. You’re standing in the middle of my background while it’s snowing looking around as if you’re dazed and confused.

Anthony: Not confused. Just overwhelmed. I can’t believe that even after talking to Ashley that she is still divorcing me. Then I got this damn bullshit of…I don’t even know what the hell is going on from Breakdown. I guess we are having some kind of random match. Guess who came up with this “idea”?

Alexis: Who?

Anthony: Greg fucking Cherry. I hate that little unimportant shit.

Alexis: Seems pretty important to me.

Anthony: Exactly. Keyword there is “seems”. In reality, he is nothing more than the shit you attempt to scrap off the bottom of your shoe after walking through a dog-friendly park. Oh man, oh man. If I got to verse him, it would be over. I’d be over that little chicken shit like a damn hound. I can’t even believe that skinny fuck somehow beat Drachewych to become the co-owner. Luckily, he is not the full owner…well there would be no SCW if he had full power. I’d think most people would go elsewhere.

Alexis: What if you have to take on a SCW diva? That would be so horrible. I don’t even want to imagine that.

Anthony: Let’s not even think about that. I’d be sick to my stomach.

Alexis: Me too…

Anthony: I don’t think we would be sick about the same thing. You would be sick about a man putting his hands on a woman. I’d be sick at the idea my time is being wasted on some talent less chick.

Alexis: You idiot.

Anthony: Ha-ha.

Alexis: Have you talked to Mark recently?

Anthony: No. I’ve been pretty busy trying to figure out things in life…like when in the hell I can see my boys and what the hell is this Bette Porter saying in my wife’s ears. For all I know, she can be trying to make Ashley turn.

Alexis: Cut it out, Ant. No one “turns” gay. They are or they’re not.

Anthony: Actually I was going for “bisexual”…

Alexis: Same concept.

Anthony: Not sure about that.

Alexis: Anthony…

Anthony: I’m kidding…not really.

Alexis: Idiot. Either way, Mark is coming to Breakdown to watch and so am I.

Anthony: Coming to watch me find a way to conveniently knock Greg Cherry “off the face of the earth”?

Alexis: Stop trying to kill people who upset you.

Anthony: Upset is such a light word. How about piss off beyond belief? I think that MIGHT just be a bit better to explain the situation.

Alexis: Mom was right you are hotheaded.

Anthony: When I was younger, people always say I’m hotheaded and cold hearted. I used to deny it, now I accept it and run with it.

Alexis: I don’t think you’re supposed to RUN with it.

Anthony: Being the coldest asshole out of the Northeast is no easy task. Ask Bobby Brown; he’s been doing it for years.

Alexis: All right, Mr. “Northeast’s Coldest Asshole”. I’ll be inside calling Mark if you need me.

She smirked and walked back inside. I turned around looked back at the snowy field. The snow had lightened up a bit but it doesn’t matter. I looked on and realized this was the winter season. If we follow history, winter is the season I start racking up the wins and accomplishments. My mom thought that maybe because I was born when it was cold that I have some connection to winter but I think different. The things that brought me to where I am…my father walking out on our family, the alcohol addiction Mark used to have, and other things caused me to have such a callous look at life. I’m not an asshole because I’m some kind of low self-esteem loner who has nothing else to do but hate others. I’m an asshole because I never found much joy in anything…and the one thing that did bring me joy…my wife and kids…is slipping through my hands as I stand here being snowed on. Life can be so bullshit. Scenes fade away to black