I rather not get too far in it. Some people, who are in the dark about it, need to be kept there. Not just the people I’m going after, I don’t want Bryce to know. I know him, if I give him too much information he takes it as the go ahead to settle my business for me. While that might fly in Jamaica, it’s a different country…different game of politics. While watching Bryce decimate my enemies would be nothing but pure satisfaction I still wanted to get the message across, with a personal touch. Sometimes you need to send things from the heart…via through the fist or maybe an All-Star Slam or two? Either way, I am making a concentrated effort to bring myself in this one hundred percent while bringing Bryce along.
Location: Trenton, New Jersey
Scenes open to a Chrysler 300 pulling into the driveway of a suburban house. It’s quite early in morning; most people were just getting ready for work but not for some. Some are just getting to work, that would be MJ and Bryce. Both exited the car and headed to the door. MJ had on a blue graphics t-shirt while Bryce just had on a regular white shirt. MJ knocked on the door twice and waited. Soon he heard a grunt and a low voice telling him to come in. He checked the handle, the door was open. MJ pushed open the door and walked in, with Bryce right behind him. Bryce closed the door and they headed into the living room. Bryce took a seat on the recliner while Junior stretched out a little on the sofa. Soon a blonde man appeared. His hair looked a mess and he had a rugged beard. All he had on was grey boxer briefs. He had a beer in hand as sat down in the comfortable chair across from Bryce. It was Glacier, of course, looking worse than he had ever been.
Junior: What happened? You look like you were hit by an 18-wheeler off the New Jersey Turnpike.
Anthony: Fuck you.
Junior: What? It’s true, did you look at yourself this mor---
Anthony: No, really. Fuck you.
Bryce: What’s wrong with this brudda?
Anthony: Who the hell are you?
Junior: Bryce. Bryce this is Anthony or as others like to call him, Glacier. Stop being the German Nazi you are and act like a human being. Ever since Hudson put you on the shelf, you turned into a little self-demoralizing bitch. It’s shameful.
Anthony: And how else would you act if your girlfriend got knocked off a scaffold by some piece of shit kid named Lawler only to break up with her cause she had to head into rehab? Oh let’s not mention the guy who can thank his WHOLE career of being a heel who is taken seriously…turns his back on you and brings in that third-wheel of a goof named Davis. Can we even bring in my previous turbulences with my ex-wife and kids? Yet I’m supposed to be happy and campy. You want eternal happiness? Go suck Kinney’s dick.
Bryce: Yo, Junior, what’s up with this guy? Seriously…he’s going through something there…
Anthony: Damn right and you two aren’t making it better.
Junior: Relax, Bryce. Anthony is being…Anthony. We can only handle half of your problems in ring, you’ll just have to help yourself with the rest but I only came by to see how you were doing. Now that I know you’re doing shitty, I can smile.
Anthony: Fuck off.
Junior: Love you, too.
MJ got up and patted Anthony on the head who looked on at him with misery and hatred. He then signaled for Bryce to follow. He got up as well and they headed out the door. As soon as they got into the car, Anthony walked out of the house and stared angrily at Junior with an empty glass bottle. He seemed a bit drunk and was slightly staggering. MJ sarcastically waved and reversed then drove off only to swerve to miss a bottle being thrown at the car. Looking back in the rear view mirror, he sees Glacier stumble back into the house in an angry drunken stupor. He smirks and shakes his head as Bryce looks on in disbelief. Junior was used to Anthony’s behavior but Bryce was in disbelief. He never saw anyone drink like that and get angry like that. He couldn’t understand how anyone could throw around curse words as if they meant nothing, like that. In a country where God was above all, he couldn’t understand how a human being could be like that. He shook his head in disbelief and laid back.
They were listening to “30 Something” by Jay-Z and driving through Jersey. MJ was pointing out some certain spots to Bryce to get to know. He wanted Bryce to have as much knowledge of the area as he would be on his own for awhile. Bryce would be staying with his relatives in Jamaica, Queens, New York. MJ preferred it that way, Bryce would still be able to enjoy his culture and those around him yet still be within arm’s reach of MJ. MJ didn’t want him straying too far, end up with the wrong influences and all of a sudden Bryce would find himself backing Greg Cherry or some other shit like that. Not that Greg is that bad anymore but Bryce was more formidable than people thought. He is quiet talented and strong for his size, much stronger than MJ was at that size. Then again, MJ was built around speed; quick offensive strategies were his thing. The long and short of it was Bryce was talented and MJ needed someone like that if he was going to take down a few people. Scenes fades away to black.
