Post by Charlie Velez on Mar 15, 2010 9:51:41 GMT -6
We open up inside of Charlie Velez’s jet, where we nCw’s own Charlie sitting in his seat, a glass of scotch in his hand. Charlie is looking out the window, thinking, reflecting on all the things that are going on around him. The nCw, Velez Industries, his family…everything. The plane ride is a long one, and the further away he is from all of it, the better. He’s not sad, not depressed, no, he’s just…tired.
“Flying around from city to city, sleeping in a different bed every night, it makes you think about things. It makes you think about your purpose in life, and what you’re really doing with what you’re being given. Me, Charlie Velez, I was given something special. I was given the ability to wrestle, and to take that wrestling and make a business out of it. Jobs, is what I’ve made out of it all. In an economy this weak, this poor where people are struggling for jobs, struggling for money to feed their families, Velez Industries gives these people a job and an opportunity that no other company has offered them. With all that said people in the nCw and all of their fans hate me. They hate me. And I’m perfectly fine with that.”
Charlie grows a small grin on his face, still looking out the window.
“If I was loved and respected, people would still find something wrong with me, something to say and to insult me about. If I’m just myself, tell people how I really feel, what do I have to lose? Nothing. So that’s how I’m going to approach these experiences, with how I feel, and how I think things should be dealt. Just like how I dealt with Mike Machado this past Saturday on Trauma.”
Charlie finally turns his head towards the camera, the smile still on his face.
“Did you really think I would really let you get away with all of it Machado? You think that you were going to be able to walk around with your chest pumped up thinking you got a victory over me? You shouldn’t be shocked, you should be honored that I would take time out of my busy schedule to face and beat down a man like you, a peasant who doesn’t own much except for a decent looking mustache. You walk around not having any wrestling experience, and you keep pulling these victories out of your behind. You somehow get these pinfalls, and you somehow duck at the right time…”
Charlie holds up his bandaged hand.
“…and things just seem to go your way. You’re getting by on luck Machado, because skill is the farthest thing you have. You’ve been getting all these breaks; all of the good things seem to be headed your way. But things like that break even. The universe evens itself out, and your luck, no matter how much you think it’s all you, will even out. When I drove you head first into the mat, your neck into my arm, this should have been a sign that your luck is about to change. Things will not be going better for you Machado.”
Charlie shakes his head, the smile on his face slowly disappears and he turns his head back towards the window.
“What would happen if this plane crashed?”
The question seems to have echoed throughout the plane, and seeing as Charlie Velez is the only one other then the pilot on the plane, it echoes a while longer. That doesn’t make any sense. Tried to be too artsy there, sorry.
“Who would care? I have a family and a company to run, but who would really care? The people hate me, the wrestlers…they don’t really care about me anyway. They think that because of their support, that the wrestling fans are entitled on who they should like, but they miss the point. They mistake the good guys from the bad guys, the guys who are real…with the ones who are fake. They boo me, they hate me, and they put up signs telling me how much I suck, and they start chants talking about how big of an asshole I am. It’s a shot to the ego, so I just wonder…what would happen if this plane crashed with me in it? If I wanted, I could just take out the pilot, and things would be so easy…”
Charlie stares out the window some more, but all of a sudden just breaks out in laughter. He shakes his head, covers his mouth trying to hold in the laughter, but just can’t. He shakes his head before standing up and looking at the camera.
“Was that dramatic enough for you nCw audience? Did I pull you in good enough, just so you can go and buy my t-shirts? Do you feel sympathy for me, feel sorry for me? Don’t, please don’t. I don’t need your sympathy, the only people you should be giving sympathy to is the rest of the nCw, because the most powerful man in the world is on his way to becoming the most powerful man in nCw. This Friday I have another match, this time with two opponents who have worked with me before in some other company, a company that helped rule the wrestling world, the company I brought to the top. Brad Kane and Joe Everyman, I had heard of you before, and I think the planets have aligned perfectly enough to meet you two in the ring.”
Charlie shakes his head, still laughing and smiling from his “swerve” I guess about killing himself. He gets up and walks over to his glass of scotch, pours it into his glass, and takes his sip.
“I mean it’s so great to see you guys, and it’s amazing to see how much you guys have grown! I mean, come on, look at you two now. I didn’t think you two would ever get big enough like you have in nCw; it seems like both of your balls finally dropped and you’ve become real men. Now before he comes out talking some smack about how he had ‘climbed to the top of the mountain’ of where we used to work, well…come on Spike...or Brad, whatever you want to be called. Let’s be honest, we only let you climb to the top because the kids like or something, something with the whole emo thing and being depressed, we were afraid you’d kill yourself if we didn’t let you get ONE big win, right?”
Charlie winks at the camera, mocking the accomplishments that Brad Kane had accomplished.
“And whoa! Joe Everyman! Look at you! You’ve become a big boy now. I see you walking around, chest out, walking with a strut that I’ve never seen before. You’re confident now, you know, or at least you think, you can finally make it to the top of the mountain. Three-time National Champion I see. Good job, Joe. You’re no longer like every man; you’re your own man. Or well, until whenever your woman Maria tells you to come back to play. But that’s okay…”
Charlie holds up his left hand, showing his wedding ring.
“I know how it is.”
Charlie puts down his hand, and then his scotch.
“But here’s the thing now Joe, I notice you have spunk. You have that thing, the thing that’s the difference between a normal man, or every man in your case, and a great man. You’ve become…something special, something I always knew you could be. But with that said Joe, you’re going to have to beat me with more than that new spunk, that machismo you now have built up inside of you. I want to see the best out of you Joe, and I don’t want to see you be like every man, I want to see you be like Everyman. You and Kane, you know what I’m capable of, hell you probably go to bed at night thinking you can accomplish the things I’ve accomplished, and this Friday, all of that new pent up energy you have I want to see come out. I want to see the new Joe Everyman, and I want to see the new Brad Kane. The ones that didn’t know their potential before, but have now achieved more than I ever thought they would here in nCw. I’ll be bringing the same old Charlie Velez.”
Charlie smiles and goes back to his seat as the camera fades to…GRAY! No, I mean black.
This promo was brought to you by Velez Scotch! Thirsty and want to get tipsy? But Velez Scotch!
“Flying around from city to city, sleeping in a different bed every night, it makes you think about things. It makes you think about your purpose in life, and what you’re really doing with what you’re being given. Me, Charlie Velez, I was given something special. I was given the ability to wrestle, and to take that wrestling and make a business out of it. Jobs, is what I’ve made out of it all. In an economy this weak, this poor where people are struggling for jobs, struggling for money to feed their families, Velez Industries gives these people a job and an opportunity that no other company has offered them. With all that said people in the nCw and all of their fans hate me. They hate me. And I’m perfectly fine with that.”
Charlie grows a small grin on his face, still looking out the window.
“If I was loved and respected, people would still find something wrong with me, something to say and to insult me about. If I’m just myself, tell people how I really feel, what do I have to lose? Nothing. So that’s how I’m going to approach these experiences, with how I feel, and how I think things should be dealt. Just like how I dealt with Mike Machado this past Saturday on Trauma.”
Charlie finally turns his head towards the camera, the smile still on his face.
“Did you really think I would really let you get away with all of it Machado? You think that you were going to be able to walk around with your chest pumped up thinking you got a victory over me? You shouldn’t be shocked, you should be honored that I would take time out of my busy schedule to face and beat down a man like you, a peasant who doesn’t own much except for a decent looking mustache. You walk around not having any wrestling experience, and you keep pulling these victories out of your behind. You somehow get these pinfalls, and you somehow duck at the right time…”
Charlie holds up his bandaged hand.
“…and things just seem to go your way. You’re getting by on luck Machado, because skill is the farthest thing you have. You’ve been getting all these breaks; all of the good things seem to be headed your way. But things like that break even. The universe evens itself out, and your luck, no matter how much you think it’s all you, will even out. When I drove you head first into the mat, your neck into my arm, this should have been a sign that your luck is about to change. Things will not be going better for you Machado.”
Charlie shakes his head, the smile on his face slowly disappears and he turns his head back towards the window.
“What would happen if this plane crashed?”
The question seems to have echoed throughout the plane, and seeing as Charlie Velez is the only one other then the pilot on the plane, it echoes a while longer. That doesn’t make any sense. Tried to be too artsy there, sorry.
“Who would care? I have a family and a company to run, but who would really care? The people hate me, the wrestlers…they don’t really care about me anyway. They think that because of their support, that the wrestling fans are entitled on who they should like, but they miss the point. They mistake the good guys from the bad guys, the guys who are real…with the ones who are fake. They boo me, they hate me, and they put up signs telling me how much I suck, and they start chants talking about how big of an asshole I am. It’s a shot to the ego, so I just wonder…what would happen if this plane crashed with me in it? If I wanted, I could just take out the pilot, and things would be so easy…”
Charlie stares out the window some more, but all of a sudden just breaks out in laughter. He shakes his head, covers his mouth trying to hold in the laughter, but just can’t. He shakes his head before standing up and looking at the camera.
“Was that dramatic enough for you nCw audience? Did I pull you in good enough, just so you can go and buy my t-shirts? Do you feel sympathy for me, feel sorry for me? Don’t, please don’t. I don’t need your sympathy, the only people you should be giving sympathy to is the rest of the nCw, because the most powerful man in the world is on his way to becoming the most powerful man in nCw. This Friday I have another match, this time with two opponents who have worked with me before in some other company, a company that helped rule the wrestling world, the company I brought to the top. Brad Kane and Joe Everyman, I had heard of you before, and I think the planets have aligned perfectly enough to meet you two in the ring.”
Charlie shakes his head, still laughing and smiling from his “swerve” I guess about killing himself. He gets up and walks over to his glass of scotch, pours it into his glass, and takes his sip.
“I mean it’s so great to see you guys, and it’s amazing to see how much you guys have grown! I mean, come on, look at you two now. I didn’t think you two would ever get big enough like you have in nCw; it seems like both of your balls finally dropped and you’ve become real men. Now before he comes out talking some smack about how he had ‘climbed to the top of the mountain’ of where we used to work, well…come on Spike...or Brad, whatever you want to be called. Let’s be honest, we only let you climb to the top because the kids like or something, something with the whole emo thing and being depressed, we were afraid you’d kill yourself if we didn’t let you get ONE big win, right?”
Charlie winks at the camera, mocking the accomplishments that Brad Kane had accomplished.
“And whoa! Joe Everyman! Look at you! You’ve become a big boy now. I see you walking around, chest out, walking with a strut that I’ve never seen before. You’re confident now, you know, or at least you think, you can finally make it to the top of the mountain. Three-time National Champion I see. Good job, Joe. You’re no longer like every man; you’re your own man. Or well, until whenever your woman Maria tells you to come back to play. But that’s okay…”
Charlie holds up his left hand, showing his wedding ring.
“I know how it is.”
Charlie puts down his hand, and then his scotch.
“But here’s the thing now Joe, I notice you have spunk. You have that thing, the thing that’s the difference between a normal man, or every man in your case, and a great man. You’ve become…something special, something I always knew you could be. But with that said Joe, you’re going to have to beat me with more than that new spunk, that machismo you now have built up inside of you. I want to see the best out of you Joe, and I don’t want to see you be like every man, I want to see you be like Everyman. You and Kane, you know what I’m capable of, hell you probably go to bed at night thinking you can accomplish the things I’ve accomplished, and this Friday, all of that new pent up energy you have I want to see come out. I want to see the new Joe Everyman, and I want to see the new Brad Kane. The ones that didn’t know their potential before, but have now achieved more than I ever thought they would here in nCw. I’ll be bringing the same old Charlie Velez.”
Charlie smiles and goes back to his seat as the camera fades to…GRAY! No, I mean black.
This promo was brought to you by Velez Scotch! Thirsty and want to get tipsy? But Velez Scotch!