He could care less. If Hudson wanted it, he could get it. He would get a broken jaw for his troubles and busted head for his treachery. Glacier could care less whether Davis or Foxx had an issue with it. Glacier could never see himself around Hudson again. The fact that he even stretched out his hand to make amends with Davis, the guy who took his tag team championship and left him for dead, was enough to make him hurl. Then why stand by his side week after week? That will be answered when the time was right. The Almighty forgives; Anthony “Glacier” Thomas does not. When all things come together it will be clear as 20/20 hind-sight vision. The reactions are already cemented: “Oh, I could have seen that coming! I knew he would do that!” You could have, you didn’t. That’s why Glacier is smarter than you. That’s why he is “Arrogance Personified” and you’re some little nerd sitting in your basement watching the wheels in his mind turn at a rapid pace on television. That’s why you are NOT him.
Anthony: Listen, you do as I say and you won’t have any problems.
Woman’s Voice: I just feel as though…
Anthony: Have your feelings, cry yourself a river – get it out of your system because I don’t need my plan to be fucked up by your so called “emotions”.
Woman’s Voice: I don’t understand how you could be so cruel. You only care about yourself.
Anthony: Hmph. You know nothing. I’ve cared about people just like you have. Let people come into my house. You know what they’ve done? They fucked me over. All of them.
Woman’s Voice: So. Everyone has had people let them down in their life. Doesn’t mean you should take it out on everyone else.
Anthony: I’m not taking it out on a soul. I’m doing what I need to do to make it clear that I’ll be no one’s punching bag.
Woman’s Voice: By doing ALL of this?
Anthony: You act as if I’m killing you. Calm down. Not to mention you should be used to men having their way with you.
Woman’s Voice: You’re an asshole. Go to hell.
Anthony: You were in hell, someone pulled you out, and now you want other people to go there. Pity. I wonder what would have been left of you if you were still in his hands. Homicide or Suicide? Personally, you seem like the fragile kind. Suicide, perhaps. Either way, keep yourself occupied until I can bring some more things to take care of you in your “condition”. I need you alive if I want to carry this out.
He smirked and walked away as she slammed the door in anger. He walked down the steps and into the parking lot where he got into his black Acura TSX. Anthony peels out the parking lot. Scenes faded then returned as a man paced back and forth in an office. He had some familiar features that resembled that of Anthony. His hair was dark brown but the same striking blue eyes that seemed to be the same outstanding feature in their family’s genes. It was Mark, Anthony’s brother, who rubbed his short crop hair style trying to wrap his head around what his brother just told him. As he paced wearing a strip green and white polo shirt and jeans, Anthony laid back comfortably in his couch waiting for him to stop. Anthony could only smirk at his brother’s worry as he took off his jacket and dropped it next to him on the arm of the couch. He stretched out leaving a part of his right leg hanging off of the couch. He stretches his arms and yawns only to have his brother spin around in mid-pace and stare him down.
Mark: I’m happy to see you are taking this so casually. You do know this is illegal in all fifty states, right?
Anthony: 52.
Mark: What?
Anthony: 52 states got to count Puerto Rico and Guam!
Mark: Shut. Up.
Anthony: Sheesh…I was just educating you. You need to stop pull the tampon out and breathe for once in your life.
Mark: There is going to be more than a tampon in your ass if you go to jail. I hope you know THAT much.
Anthony: I know, hence why I need you to shut your damn mouth. Things will go according to plan and nobody will have to see a police officer or a coroner. Contrary to you and Alexis’ belief, I am a genuine conspirator. This will not only get me what I wanted but also propel me to newer heights. Heights that those who have attempted to destroy me could not even imagine existed.
Mark: When will this end? This mindset of yours is going to get you killed.
Anthony: I’ve been on this earth for three decades, you do the math. My mindset is what has kept me alive and ten miles running ahead of the competition.
Mark: That was your destiny and physicality, not your mindset. Don’t confuse the two. You could easily go down for this and no one has to open their mouth for someone to find out. You can tell on your own self without realizing. Leaving traces and tracks right back to yourself and then what happens after that? You’re in jail and no where closer to your goal than you were before you concocted this ludicrous plan.
Anthony: Well, my dear Watson. That is the gamble that comes with such a plan isn’t it?
Mark: …You need help.
Anthony: Willing to be my partner-in-crime now?
Mark: No. Psychiatric help. Desperately.
Anthony: Help? That’s what the rest of SCW will be asking for when I’m at the top. Asking me how I came back and did it so quickly. Maybe I’ll write a book and sell millions then retire.
He simply laughed and got up. He patted his brother on the back and grabbed his jacket with a smirk on his face. Putting his jacket back on, he headed out the door as his brother could only shake his head. He couldn’t imagine his brother who used to make fun of people who did these things was now becoming one of the creeps he had criticized and ostracized. He knew Anthony had become frustrated with where he was at in his career especially since it would be coming to a crawl within a couple of years. He couldn’t wrestle forever and Mark knew that. Mark was just slightly holding onto the fact that Anthony would find other ways of reaching the top of the ladder without destroying himself and those around him. Anthony once again slipped off into his black Acura leaving Mark to stare down as the car drove off into the distance. Mark could only sigh as he headed back upstairs to sit in his office chair and wonder what insurmountable pile of shit had Anthony truly dug himself into.
Ahem…
‘Glacier? What the fuck? When did he come back?’ Yes. I’m back and you, my Liberating friend, are in for it. I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you’ve had a bad month or that it’ll get considerably worse this week. After I’m finished with you, I have to hand off my scraps to Masquerade. I can imagine the horror on your face when you saw what your schedule entails. I’m sure you’ll do the same thing that Shorty Junior has done. The whole “I respect you but I’m going to pummel my fist in your face” song and dance. It’s old and this isn’t a church gathering, it’s a wrestling federation. Stop shaking hands, hugging, and congratulating each other. This isn’t a testicular cancer meeting where we all hold hands and talk because we’re all missing a ball sack. It’s a place where ego reigns and rage lets loose. What do you want me to say to you? Congratulations, you got into the semi-finals? Congratulations for being runner-up, Davey boy. Only YOU can protect us from forest fires.
That’s for chumps.”
He smirked.
“I’ll tell you what though, I much as I can’t stand you I have to…no, I won’t applaud you…hmm…let’s see. I’d like to…acknowledge your existence, there – that’s perfect. I’ll acknowledge your existence for making the Mercury Brothers your bitches. I know it’s been awhile but I appreciate reviewing the tapes of Robert Mercury losing his temper like the whiny estrogen-charged brat he is. You guys got under their skin and that much I have to give you credit for. That right there, though, is where the compliment ends. I could care less whether you become US Champion or not. I have no intention to break your leg in multiple places so you can’t arrive to your match on the 7th. No, I just want to beat your ass senseless to make a valuable point.
One simple point…
I’m back.
How the hell is that a point?
You’re right. It’s not. It’s a STATEMENT.
A statement that many have tried and few have successfully pulled off. Most times when someone returns, if they aren’t a former SCW Champion, no one gives two shits. I’m sure you don’t even really recognize who I am. I and you are both former Tag Team Champions. I never lost my gold; I had it taken from me. You lost yours. We both were practically fucked over but who cares? That was those days, that’s why God…or whoever up there makes new ones, new ones that seem to never end if you had to hear of Davis’ whining like I do.
‘They want me in jail. How am I going to win this match? Who is taking care of my pet fish at home?’
It’s no wonder why I had to come out of retirement; he would have driven me into the asylum. I’m not surprised you lost to him, did you just let him pin you so you don’t have to see him throwing temper tantrums every time you kick out? I feel your pain but at the same time I have little to no sympathy for you or your cause. Personally, I suggest you head back to the tag team division. You already see that your road to the United States Championship has become a hard and leery one that only has you suffering more bumps and bruises than you would have if just went back to sucking it up with Walker over there. Yet, you’re hard headed. Like they say, a hard head makes a soft ass. You’ll understand the concept when my foot is lodged in there – perfectly.”
