Anthony "Glacier" Thomas
Xander, you’re no hero. You can’t help a soul – you casted your own into hell and turned your back on all of your loved ones for one piece of gold title. People have sold marginally less to get where you got – and I hate you. I don’t “Chad Evans hate” you, I want to my fist to collide with your face so hard that it caves in your skull. I don’t think you understand or get it; I want the feeling of the bone in your nose to slide in between my knuckles and break in half as my fist makes its journey to the rest of your skull. I hate you, I hate your face, and I hate your kind. The little comments here and there on Twitter are nothing, just samples of hatred spewing here and there because I have no other way to send it in your direction until now.
I finally remember what you remind me of. You remind me of my father: a man who, behind tinted glasses, coldly turned his back on me and my brother. I love how you try to talk down to me like my dad did – in that cold desensitized manner that ran shivers down my shine…the lifeless behavior that only cease to exist when you’re in the ring – I’ve seen it as a kid. You want a good sample of what your kid will be if you don’t change your ways – look at me. But you don’t care do you? I’m sure you’re not looking after the little guy, hell I’m sure you don’t give a damn. You’re so hell bent on returning to your glory that you don’t wake up to see what you lost. You lost your title, your respect, your stable, and the person you so call “loved”.
Love is a funny thing, so many yield it as a tool of fear and obedience. Emotions are a tool to you, Xander, you don’t care who you hurt. Why would you? You look out for one person – Xander Valentine. Have you ever spoken to your family since your return? Did you even TRY to get in contact with them? Did it ever cross your mind? Why even bother asking you these questions when you’ll return them with answers that don’t even answer it in the first place? You’re not an Executioner, Xander, you’re a punk hiding behind a long forgotten legacy. I don’t give a damn what Elite 15 or Sharper Scoop say. They are as reliable as Fox News.
I love how they talk about you, “he’s defeated two stars he’s on his way back up you guys!” Back up to where? To where the lies started and this imaginary fantasy life that you built for yourself began? That life that cost you your family is what you want to bring back? Oh yeah, you want the SCW Championship…like everyone here including myself. I could care less; the only place you are going is to the bottom of the pile. You think I’ve been thrown in front of you as some kind of sacrifice to keep you at bay, huh? I’m sure and I’m sure you rationalized that in your head as to why we are here.
You’re so rationale, big man. You have everything calculated, you argue everything with logic. Is that what everything is to you? Logic? Have you ever truly “loved” someone or did you just fuck a female so people didn’t assume you were gay? Did you ever sit and watch a sunset so you could admire the beauty of the world or was it just a sign for you that night time was coming? You, like most wrestlers here, only see things as is. You never see the beauty that lies behind facade. Everything is “compute this, compute that” to find the quickest way into the championship scene. Have you ever sat down before your match, leaned back, and watched the greatness of an Underground match or the agility of the participants in an Adrenaline match?
Let me guess, Mr. Intellectual, it would be a waste of your time. If you weren’t a wrestler, you’d make a great accountant – a boring computing emotionless servant to corporate America much like you are a boring computing emotionless tool in SCW. Let me ask you, have you ever picked up the phone and called Caleb Andrews to ask him how he was doing? I keep throwing these questions to you because you don’t realize how inhumane you are. I’m not talking about beating up people kind of inhumane, I’m talking about letting the ones you love and love you suffer because you find what you are doing so important that you don’t even blink an eye even if it’s at the expense of others. You talk about me and how pathetic I am.
I personally think there is nothing less pathetic than a man who would bring the woman he loves through hell and high water just for a legacy in SCW. You made your deal and sold your soul, like many wrestlers including myself. Yet the difference between you and us, we never sold the souls of those we love right alongside ours.
Men like you are the reason there are so many women who roam the Earth with luggage – swearing off men and the human race as a whole. You think so high and mighty of yourself, you’re nothing more than a well-dressed rapist.
You rape the humanity and souls from people and talk like you’re doing them a favor. You say you’ve cleaned your life up and cleared your mind but I know your kind. You are like a penny – two-faced and worthless. Your words are nothing more than fabricated lies put in a nice bow-tied package called your extensive vocabulary. For as long as you live in this lifetime – I hope your words will always be taken with a grain of salt, I hope your every action is put under a microscope, and I hope your every breathe is hard to come by. You don’t deserve to live life so easily.
I finally understand. I finally got it, Xander.
I know understand why you are called a “monster”. Nothing less than that could have brought so many tears and nights of frustration on a woman like you could. There was not a soul cold and calculating enough to indirectly terrorize another human being like that.
I understand the boogieman stories now; it’s not about what you did in that ring. It’s what you did outside of it – now I can see you for the true filth you are.
Have you ever heard the terminology “pick on someone your own size”? Pick on me, fight me – big man. Fight a man who can be as cold as you – fight a man whose done woman wrong just like you. Here I am, stop playing mind games with Calli and come try them with me.
I’ve had my heart broken and have broken many more but that was a younger immature jock version of me. It was a version of me that couldn’t grab the concept of love or caring for another human being outside my family.
You knew what you were doing from day one when you got into that relationship. She wasn’t your equal, she wasn’t your girlfriend – she was your puppet. Dance, Calli, dance. It was that. You held her by the strings like you had so many before. I look into your eyes and wonder have you ever said “I love you” and meant it? Do you even know what love feels like?
Could it be? That I might take on someone colder than me?
Xander, all this time I thought I was the bad guy in this situation. Yet I look at you and your “wonderful credentials” with the people in your life – I’m a saint compared to you. My kids are fed, clothed, and loved. Your kid might not even know if his dad is alive.
So the next time you want to look down on me, Xander, clean out the skeletons out of your closet. I’m good father and a great provider for my family; can you say that for yourself?
California
The lights flicker in an out as steps can be heard. The lights finally stay on in a small dirty dingy hallway with two men talking to each other in a soft tone, seemingly two homeless men. They stop and look in the direction of the footsteps, emerging from the shadows is a tall tanned man wearing a long sleeved black shirt with black cargo pants. It was Robert Mercury. As he walked by the men, his cold blue eyes locked with their brown eyes – he gave his devilish smirk. They are taken back at how evil he looks
He walks toward one of the doors, pulls out a key, and opens it. The place is dilapidated. It looks like a large rat took a chunk out of half of the mattress. As Robert walks his boot steps on something crunchy, he moves his foot and sees a squashed roach. He sneers and shakes his head in disgust. He takes a seat on the torn mattress and begins to talk to himself.
"So close. I can feel the smoothness of her skin, smell the fear emanating from her body, and most importantly I will be able sense the desperation in her actions. I have her. Soon, enough, I will get my chance at her again and this time – there will be no interruption. There will be no resisting; it will be simple and smooth.
Slide in and out.
Two simple motions but the results are devastating. For the rest of her life, she will fear men. It doesn’t matter if it’s me or some blonde emo jackass from New Jersey. There will be nothing Anthony can do to restore her faith; there will be nothing anyone can do to change her. I’ve come so close and I will NOT let anyone get in my way.
I could attack her on her way to the next arena. I could ‘get in touch’ with her while she’s traveling out of state. She seems to forget, we all live only hours away from each other on the East Coast. I’m from Massachusetts and Anthony is from New Jersey. She’ll eventually run into me if she goes out there to meet him. Now if she were to be nested in New York making it easy for both of us to reach her – especially me.”
He begins to laugh maniacally.
“Holly J. Adams, there will be no safe spot for you my darling. I could strike anytime, when you’re with your friends, when you’re in the shower, hell when you are backstage during Breakdown.
See it’s not about the sex, it’s about the power. You should know by now, I control you. I’m a merciful guy. With my permission, you wake up every morning with the ability to see your friends and family. If I weren’t such a nice guy, you’d be tied up in this very room – serving my sexual needs whenever I felt like it.”
The hollow blue eyes of Robert Mercury stared down at the floor as he as his elbows bared down on his thighs with his hands clasped together.
“I can’t wait, Holly. I can’t wait to remove the innocence…wait. You already lost it. I can’t prove it but I’m sure you screwed around with Anthony while we we’re together. Every time you and I were together, I saw the way you gazed at him. Those pretty blue eyes were fixated on his every movement; you think I’m stupid don’t you? You think I wouldn’t notice?
How much of a moron do you take me for, Ms. Adams?
Look whose laughing now, look who’s living it up now. It’s certainly not you. You’re hiding somewhere, praying that I don’t find you. It’s California, Holly. The bodies going down the Subway are lined up side by side jam packed. You can be nowhere but be everywhere in Cali. There are people who keep tabs on every human being in the city. People…who I happen to be very good friends with. Sneeze hard enough and I can track you down before you grab a tissue.”
Robert lays his head on the back of the mattress and stretches out.
“Look at my conditions, look at what I endure for you. I’m doing this for you, babe. I’m trying to open your eyes, trying to get you to see I am the only man you need. Why be with a man who cares more about his wife and kids than you? Why would you want to play second fiddle to another woman when you have ALL of my attention? I am everything you ever wanted plus more. You only want him because he’s hard to get. You’re my kind of a girl, you like a challenge yet…”
Robert stares at the ceiling.
“Why play in the Superbowl when you already have trophy right there in your hands?”
He grins.
“I am your trophy. I am the gift you have, the gift I will have to force down your throat…maybe pun intended soon. Heh.
Seriously, Holly, I look good. I am successful, I am talented, and I’m a great conversationalist. Your life could be perfect. You have the perfect man in front of you yet you keep chasing after the male Tinkerbell fairy faggot. Why do you want a boy who is more interested in chasing down other sweaty shirtless guys for ‘revenge’ instead of a real man who will give you all the love and attention you deserve?
WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T?”
The veins in his neck begin to form an outline and soon disappear from the surface as he calms down. Robert lets out a sigh.
“What in the FUCK does he have that I don’t? He treats you like you are less than shit. He refuses to be around you, he’s running around kidnapping pregnant women but somehow…some way you compare me to him. When you’re done comparing, you’ve decided he is a much better fit. How the hell can he be a better fit for you than me? I picked up your broken heart…I lifted up that destroyed soul…I am the SOLE reason you are capable of returning to that ring. If I wasn’t there to provide you the support you needed, you’d be relapsing left and right like Lindsey Lohan. You remember THAT, the next time you paint me out to be the bad guy.”
New Jersey
The sound of dishes being washed could be heard from the kitchen. It was early evening and the kids had returned to school. Ashley finished up the last dish and began to dust down the place. Conveniently she finds herself in Anthony’s office dusting down the place and takes a glance at his laptop. He forgot to turn it off before he left a couple of days ago and she looks down on the lower right side of the Firefox screen.
“What the heck is that big blue circle? What does that number next to it mean?”
She puts down the duster and leans over the chair to click it. She sees “truebludevil”, “GaryJBusey” retweet by “SCWTRSpeed”, and a “XoHollyAdamsoX”. Her eyebrows furrow as she clicks on “XoHollyAdamsoX”. She begins to scroll down seeing a couple of tweets towards others then she stops at…
@truebludevil The origin of the bruises....is the same reason I ran. Ask Ashley, she should know
“BITCH!”
She went to the kitchen and grabbed the home phone then went into a drawer in the living room picking out a piece of paper. Ashley fumbles with it before dialing the number off the paper. With paper in hand and the phone in the other hand placed to her ears, she heads back into Anthony’s office. She begins to read the rest of the tweets as the phone rings. Finally a person answers on the other end in a groggy tone.
“Hello?”
“Robert, we need to talk.”
“Can’t this wait? I’m thinking of how I shall repay Holly’s little talk to Anthony backstage at Rise to Greatness. I told her to stay away from him…”
“Anthony knows.”
“How? Holly wouldn’t dare…”
“Dare? Get into the 21st century, numbskull. She has this all over twitter. Look at this, ‘The origins of my bruises…is the same reason I ran. Ask Ashley, she should know’ and ‘I deserved it. I caused it all. It’s my curse to bear.’ She’s literally telling on us.”
“I don’t hear anything that implicates BOTH of us.”
Ashley clicks on “truebludevil”.
“Here he says, ‘Ask Ashley? Uh...all right. I'll talk to her tomorrow. I'm hoping off of here and heading to bed. Doing research.’ If we don’t remove this home wrecking bitch from the picture soon, we’ll be in trouble.”
“Who are we? YOU’LL be in trouble. I don’t see how it involves me. At best he knows I’m harassing her and he’ll want to fight me but he’s so tied up in SCW – he won’t be able to do anything to me. He’s not taking a drive out all the way to Massachusetts to fight me. YOU, on the other hand, are right in his house. I suggest YOU cover YOUR tracks.”
“You think a man who went weeks with a bawling pregnant woman and barely any food just to get back at his former best friend won’t come for you? Ha, good luck. We’re both fucked if he finds out, not just me. Move a little stealthier and quicker, time is closing in on us. It won’t be too long before that little whore can’t take anymore and blurts out everything.”
“By the time that happens…she will be locked up in my house in Massachusetts as my lawfully wedded wife.”
“Let’s hope.”
She hanged up the phone as she went back to Holly’s twitter page….scrolling through her tweets.
@truebludevil We'll mark that up to me making you buy my tamps once. <3
@truebludevil Still have good taste in music I see, Tony <333
Goodnight Twitterverse, @truebluedevil Uhm, we still have to talk out a day we're going to talk all of this stuff out btw <333
“Where does this bitch get the nerve? Talking on twitter as if my husband belongs to her – spreading her personal business as if he doesn’t have kids. I swear to you, Adams, that I will make your life a living hell. You will pay for everything you’ve done to destroy this family. My sons will have their father in their life – you took their boding time with Anthony away and I won’t let it happen a second time around. You will pay…even if it means Anthony needs to be hurt in the process.
You tragic little Southern whore. You will get what you have coming to you. If you think for once second your little drug addiction was the lowest point of your life, you will find out things will be very different soon enough. I can only pray that Robert knows what to do with a low-life bitch like you. You parade yourself around here like he put the ring on your finger, not mine…as if I’m the mistress in this situation. Yet everyone knows the truth so go ahead…show yourself off as if your world is perfect and that my Anthony is wrapped up in your fading halo that’s wrapped around your fingers. Soon those horns won’t be so easily hidden by that blonde hair.”
She looks over at a picture on the desk that is in a frame. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture years ago when Xavier was just born; it was a family portrait of all four Thomas members – smiling happily. Ashley’s eyes begin to fill with water as she brushes her hair back staring down at the picture.
“Don’t worry Anthony; I know you don’t see what this harlot is doing to our family. You are too blinded by her beauty, I know you are trapped – prisoner of the games she is playing with your heart. I realize it isn’t you at fault, it’s this woman attempting to destroy your heart: the only thing she can reach. I’ll get you out of this Anthony, I promise. I’ll save you.”
She places the frame back down and gets up then looks out the window plotting her next move while wiping the tears running down her cheek. Ashley grabs the duster and heads out of the office. She walks over to the living room and puts the duster down. She lies down on the couch, rubbing her head as scenes fade.
New York
Anthony paces back and forth next to his black Acura while a woman sits on the hood staring at him. He has on a green American Eagle shirt with blue jeans with black Nike sneakers. He rubbed his chin as the woman still looks on. She has on a petite pink shirt with white jeans with white Reeboks on. Her white Gucci glasses are pushed up to her forehead, lying on her blonde hair. She had the same deep blue eyes that Anthony had.
Anthony: I don’t get it Alexis, what did Holly mean that Ashley knows why she is bruised? Why would she tell me that over Twitter?
Alexis: Bro, it sounds to me that Ashley either caused those bruises or knows the person who did it.
Anthony: Why would Ashley go after Holly?
Alexis: I don’t know, maybe she feels Holly is competition?
Anthony: Ashley and I already decided we’re just going to be friends and live together for the sake of our sons.
Alexis: You know girls, Ant, it’s never that easy.
Anthony: I can’t believe Ashley would do that.
Anthony leans over on top of the car, his elbows on the roof, and his head on his left arm. Alexis jumps off the hood of the car and pats Anthony on the back.
Alexis: For a half brother, you are one cool dude. I’m serious, bro, you are a good guy and you don’t deserve this stress. Don’t let them stress you, why not ask your friends to find out? Since we’re out here in New York, I’m sure your New York friends could find out what’s going on. Why don’t we take an unexpected trip over to the city?
Anthony picks his head back up and looks over his shoulder at Alexis. He smirks.
Anthony: You’re probably the first person this year who told me that I’m a “good guy”.
Alexis: I don’t give compliments for my own health.
Anthony: Ha-ha, you know what? Let’s take that little trip to the city, sis.
Alexis: All right! Can I drive?
Anthony: No.
Alexis: Damn you…
They both laugh as Alexis walks over to the passenger side and Anthony gets in the car on the driver’s side. They soon get settled in and drive off. An hour and cursing at ten Middle Eastern taxi drivers for cutting in front of them in traffic later…they arrive at Shorty’s house. Anthony knocks on the door as Alexis looks inside MJ’s Chrysler 300 admiring one of her favorite cars that she wish she could have. After five minutes, the door opens. MJ wipes his eyes as if he just woke up. When he finally shakes the cobwebs he looks at who’s in front of him. When he sees its Anthony, he immediately looks annoyed and closes the door. Anthony laughs as Shorty opens it while yelling at MJ. He turns around and sees as Anthony. He rolls his eyes and signals for Anthony to come in. Ashley follows up right behind Anthony.
Shorty: MJ, go put on some clothes. Who told you that was appropriate to open the door only in your boxers?
Anthony: He thinks he’s a Hanes model, ha-ha.
Shorty: Hey, Alexis we haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?
Alexis: I’m great.
Shorty: Any particular reason we are getting such a rare honorable visit? Want anything to drink?
Anthony: I’ll take a beer.
Shorty heads to the kitchen as Anthony goes over to Junior’s room to terrorize him as usual.
Alexis: We are having a little family issue, that we thought you guys could help us with?
Shorty: Like what?
Alexis: Well first off, we need you to research some phone records for us.
Shorty: Whose?
Alexis: Ashley’s.
Shorty: What? What’s going on?
Alexis: Sounds like Ashley might be either physically harming Holly or potentially sending someone to do it. I figure it’s the latter so I was wondering if Anthony brought some Verizon phone records over here this week that you’d check it out for us and trace them back to a couple of people?
Shorty: Eh, all right.
Anthony walks back over and Shorty finally leaves the kitchen and hands him a beer. Anthony cracks it open with his bare hands and begins to drink. He looks over at Shorty.
Anthony: I worry that I’ll be having more than a few drinks if our hunch is right.
Shorty: What would possess Ashley to do that? She doesn’t come off as a person who would go on the offensive.
Alexis: What if it isn’t an offensive move? It could be retaliation. Maybe Holly did something to her? Maybe what she is doing is something she considers defensive?
Shorty: What exactly is she defending?
Alexis: More like WHO…
Anthony takes another sip of the beer as Alexis and Shorty look at each other then look at Anthony.
Shorty: Shit. You think…
Alexis: Why else? She probably still sees Anthony as her husband, her property. She must be thinking Holly is after him still.
MJ: That much sound pretty right BUT as the former co-owner of Majestic, it’s fair to say that no average woman can bring harm to Holly. There’s no way she could walk in and beat up Holly. She’d be on a stretcher if she tried that.
MJ walks in as he is pulling his shirt down over his body. Anthony puts down the empty beer bottle.
Anthony: He’s right, she’s no push over. It’d have to be a physically built female…
Shorty: or a guy.
Anthony eyes dashed over to Shorty with a grimace.
Anthony: I pray…for any guys’ sake…that it isn’t a man who did this to her.
Shorty: Well, the only way we’ll find out is through phone book records. Bring your last couple of bills.
Anthony: Eh, screw that. I’ll sign online from the Verizon site.
Shorty: MJ, bring out your laptop.
MJ: All right.
MJ heads back to his room.
Shorty: Anthony, who are your enemies? Just to make things easier.
Anthony: Other than Davis…maybe Hudson if he still cares, other than that and maybe Xander – I don’t have many enemies nowadays but it doesn’t mean she could have picked them. She might have just picked up a hired thug or something.
Alexis: Ashley… is associating with thugs?
Anthony: Okay, far-fetched…but Holly doesn’t have any sworn enemies other than Katie Steward. Katie is everyone’s sworn enemy so that doesn’t even count. Holly doesn’t have anything Katie wants for now. Maybe Syren? Nah. They are like buddy-buddy on Twitter…shit I forgot to turn off my laptop before I left. It’s been on for days now. Oh well, not like Ashley goes into my office anyway.
Anthony and Alexis take a seat on the couch as Shorty waits for MJ to bring his laptop out. Scenes fade away.
