SELFISH

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Last time we left off I ended up arguing with my ex-wife, again. This is no surprise to those who know my wife or me. I wish I could do better than that. I wish I could be the father those boys need but wrestling has always been my number one priority. It’s probably my fault anyway, for me to even think I could raise a family with my attitude. The self-serving cold son of a bitch who would beat the shit out of the most innocent wrestler just to make a point. Yep. That’s good ol’ Glacier and now I’m paying for it by losing my family. Day after day, my family slips farther away from me. The farther they go, the less I can stand my own self. The less I can stand myself, more I get aggravated with others around me. More aggravated I get the more I push my family away. A vicious cycle that seems to have no end. What am I going to tell you? It’s how it is. Now I just need to catch a flight with Junior to New Mexico and deal with Greg Cherry.

Location: La Guardia Airport, New York
Scenes open to Anthony waving good-bye to his brother who dropped him off at the airport with suitcase and all. He had on a greenish-blue American Eagle shirt with some faded blue jeans as well as green and white K-Swiss sneakers. Anthony slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and picked up his suitcase. He walks inside of the airport and looks around for MJ. He checks in his stuff and heads to the gift store after grabbing something to eat. As he is looking through one of the celebrity gossip magazines, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He slowly turns his head over, expecting possible a hit man assigned by his wife to kick his ass. Nope, he looks down to see the six-foot MJ wearing his All-American TAPOUT shirt, sunglasses, and jeans. Anthony sighed a breathe of relief and put down the magazine. They left the gift store and headed towards the waiting area.

MJ: So what’s up, Glace?

Anthony: Ex-Wife hates me. Brother looks down at me. Sister won’t even have contact with me since FBI raided her house. Life has been great.

MJ: Sorry to hear that man.

Anthony: I hear you have your own family problems.

MJ: What? Who told you that?

Anthony: Your mother called me on the phone, enraged at what you said to your father. She gave me a summary of what you said.

MJ: Hmm…

Anthony: Let me tell you something, if it was anyone else who said that, they would be lying unconscious in a hospital at my hands. You are very lucky that you’re his son. Your father sacrificed a lot. I’m not saying that his drug dealing and prior crooked life was right but he did that to survive. When you were born, he did it so you and Janice could survive. Night after night that man would put his body on the line so you could have some food on your plate and clothes on your back. Did you forget the shit slum you guys lived in until a few years ago when he signed a huge contract and moved you all to the suburbs of New York? I know you were a little boy but you had to remember some of it. He worked his ass off to take care of you. He is the only man, outside of my family, I can leave my kids with and never have to worry or think one bad thought. Shorty is one of the most selfless loyal guys I ever worked with don’t forget that.

He said nothing as they continued to walk on because MJ knew Anthony was right. They went through security checkpoint and sat at the waiting area. Anthony could almost kick himself in the ass because here he was telling MJ to be respectful of his father when he never was respectful to his own father. He didn’t expect his sons to be respectful to him when they grow up if he didn’t get off this path he’s on currently. They waited a little while and their flight was called. They joined the line and everyone boarded on. They had the window seats, which wasn’t bad. Anthony let MJ sit right next to the window so he could look at the air attendant’s ass while she walked down the aisle to serve food. No, not really he just didn’t feel like staring at clouds for most of the journey. They barely said a word to each other until they got off the plane.

Glacier: I can’t wait to get through this week’s Breakdown. I finally get to put Greg Cherry down for the count and never have to think about not being capable of beating him.

MJ: Cool. I still got this Louis guy to deal with but I still have my mind set on beating Carrington. You heard that piece of shit say he “owns” me? The only thing he owns is an ass kicking coming his way. I hope the cops “accidentally” shoot him on his way to New Mexico.

Glacier: Ha-ha. I hope so too. You heard Greg’s bullshit?

MJ: No, what he say?

Glacier: First he started crying about Taking Hold of the Flame and claimed he was some kind of new twisted version of himself, which is interesting seeing as the normal Greg is probably a closeted child molester. I want to see this sadistic side of Mr. Cherry since his most sadistic I’ve seen was hiding behind Damian while he assaulted you AFTER your match. Mr. Cherry then blindly agreed with me that he is a whore for gold. Most people, who come to SCW, came to build a respectable legacy. Greg came to say “LOOK EVERYONE I HAVE THE MOST GOLD!!! WEEE!!!” What a strange little man. I feel bad for Greg when Katie Steward shits on his legacy by becoming the longest reigning champion in SCW history. Poor Greg, once again in a delusional state of mind, attempted to bring up achievements and accomplishments as if someone cares. Greg, even after all these years, just doesn’t get it.

The man doesn’t realize that there is life outside of SCW. He tries to point out how much he’s done but he doesn’t realize how much he has truly failed at. He has failed at being a good husband, a good friend, and a decent human being. Yet he still thinks he’s a winner because he has some funny looking gold belt around his waist. I laid waste to most of Syndicate Inc.; he’s somehow pissed off his stable so much that they have raised hell against him and formed their own stable. Every bit of success he has he can never latch on long enough to keep for a decent amount of time. He’s like the city of Boston. He complains when others win but when he wins, he acts as if he never lost a damn thing. Everyone hates Greg cause he turns SCW into his life. Most other wrestlers have family, loved ones, or business outside of SCW. Greg is like that geeky kid whose life is based on being on the Unreal Tournament leader board.

MJ: You mean Fatality?

Glacier: Yeah, him. What I can’t understand for the life of me is how you managed to do as much as if not more than he did yet keep your ego under control? You give Greg one title shot and he thinks he’s King of the World and no one else deserves a title shot. When he whines about a title shot, nobody else has the right to or they are the “biggest whiners that ever lived” and he’ll wish death or harm on them and their family. Then he walks around lost, wondering why everyone hates him and why karma always bites him on his ass. Everyone else is “mean” cause they point out he has no life outside of SCW. Most Hated Man? I think not. SCW’s Spoiled Brat is right on target, though. What a whiny bitch. “Oh my God I’ve beaten everybody I had to beat”. Is that why you beat his ass twice and became the challenger for the SCW Championship?

MJ: Ha-ha, I guess so.

Glacier: You think he’d get off his “I’m King of the Motherfucking SCW and no one is going to stop me” stoop once Xander beat him and his title reign within a year’s span. Greg is only capable of ruining one career and that’s his own. Greg is like every other guy who said they would break me in half. Still standing here, aren’t I? Never believe in the hype, MJ. This man claims to be the greatest but during his tenure as United States Champion the backstage area had to get up in uproar to get him to defend his belt against someone with credibility. Then he defended it a few times during one month and finally lost it to Wheeler. MJ let this be a life lesson. You are going to meet a lot of people who are full of shit like Mr. Cherry over there and you are going to have to differentiate between a true legend and a true jackass. If he is trying to send a message to Hudson, he better send it through someone else.

He won’t be making an example out of me. He will once again fail to do anything productive and throw a temper tantrum until Olek throws him a bone in the form of a title shot. If he loses it, he’ll blame Wheeler…even if Wheeler was nowhere near the ring that night. If he wins, he’ll try and pretend to make the title a bigger deal than it is if it’s not the SCW Championship. If it’s the SCW Championship, Wheeler or Xander will come and beat his ass for it then he’ll cry that everyone was out to get him and it’s not his fault and how he hates life. Then he’ll run off trying to form another alliance which will also fail again because history shows, anything involving Greg is like paying for prostitution: it stinks and no matter what you do, you as well as your family will walk around with shame if someone you know sees you involved. He does all this for what? He won’t lose his job. He is paid fairly. All he is desperate for is attention.

MJ: I think he has a mental disease.

Glacier: I wouldn’t be surprised. You know those kids who used to get their ass beaten and told they weren’t shit all of their childhoods then try to make up for it by being overachievers when they are older? That’s Greg. Somewhere off an Amish farm in Pennsylvania, he must have gotten the true story of how no one gives a shit about him then decided to dedicate his life to wrestling. My bad, did I say dedicate his life? What I meant was to turn wrestling into his life. To turn the sport of wrestling, to turn what most call a job into the very air he breathes. But he wants normal guys like you and I to respect him and his obsession with one piece of gold called the SCW Championship. If there were a man with AIDS that was dubbed the new SCW belt, he would attempt to rape him…because, let’s face it, no one with an ounce of pride is going to voluntarily have sex with Greg Cherry.

MJ: What about Ashley Roberts?

Glacier: I do remember clearly stating someone with an ounce of pride.

MJ: Talking about divas, how about that Holly chick you’ve been eyeing?

Anthony: Heh, I asked her out on a date.

MJ: Ah, really? Damn, nice man. I hope that works out for you.

Anthony: I hope the same too. Let’s get to the hotel. Davis will be waiting for us.

MJ nodded as they got their suitcases and other luggage. They headed out of the airport and hailed a taxi. Davis had paid for this week’s tickets and hotel stay which is pretty nice of him seeing how his wife left him and told him his ex-girlfriend was going to bankrupt him if they had gotten married. MJ and Anthony put their luggage in the trunk and got in the backseats. MJ told the driver which hotel they were going. It was going to be the first time Glacier and Shorty Jr. would wrestle on the same television show. They only wrestled once on the same card for a pay per view during Armed and Dangerous last year. Between Glacier’s interest for Holly as well as hanging with his two wrestling friends and Junior’s feud with his father’s two friends, it would be more than an interesting week. They finally reached their hotel rooms. They went into their respective rooms. Anthony said down and decided to call his former home. Someone picked up.

Anthony: Hey Ash…

Anthony Jr.: No, dad. It’s me.

Anthony: Hey big man, what’s up?

Anthony Jr.: Why?

Anthony: Why what?

Anthony Jr.: Why won’t you come home? Why do we have to go somewhere else to see you?

Anthony: Right now mommy and me have some disagreements about things and that’s the way it has to be.

Anthony Jr.: You and mommy argued before and it never made you leave.

Anthony: Well this argument was different. You just have to trust your old man on this one. Daddy will get things sorted out then everything will be all right. Can you trust me on that?

Anthony Jr.: Yeah.

Anthony: That’s my boy. We’ll talk later, okay?

Anthony Jr.: Okay. Love you, dad. Bye.

Anthony: Bye.

He hanged up the cell phone and held his head in his hands. He thought to himself: Why was I giving my son false hopes? What kind of asshole does that to his own flesh and blood? Anthony was a bit distraught but he knew he had to focus on his match, then deal with his family. There he went again, putting wrestling over his family. There went again being selfish. There he went again…screwing up. Scenes fade away to black.