Post by Charlie Velez on Mar 23, 2010 13:35:59 GMT -6
The scene is set in the bed room of Charlie Velez. The room is all white, white walls, white bed, white cabinets, all white. Even Charlie Velez is wearing a white suit, sitting on his bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands holding up his face. This is a look of a man who not only has a lot on his mind, but a man who has a lot resting on his shoulders. Charlie Velez, as we all know, is the owner of Velez Industries, the fastest rising company in United States history, the only company that has been hiring new employees monthly, keeping the economy alive. Charlie Velez is a busy man- a hard working man. A man who has not only helped his city, but also helped his country in a time of crisis. With all of this though, Charlie Velez is underappreciated. Not loved. Hated by the fans of nCw, and because of that, Charlie's mind is boggled.
Even with the weight holding him down, Charlie Velez is able to stand up from his bed, the ominous figure of the most powerful man in the world looking like an angel with the white surrounding him. Before he speaks, he looks over towards the mirror, looking at himself, observing the few flaws on the perfect face. The little blemish on his chin is small and to the naked eye goes unnoticed, for a perfectionist like Charlie Velez, he goes to clean it quickly; an important person like him has to look perfect in his mind. After fixing his imperfection, he turns towards the camera, still emotionless, and goes back to his bed. Charlie sits down at the edge, signaling for the camera to zoom towards his face.
“Look at me. Look into my eyes, and think about what’s going to come for you this Sunday, Mike Machado.”
The name sends chills down Charlie’s spine, as his eyes clothes and he breathes in deep. Goosebumps take over from the sound of his name, but Charlie is able to continue.
“Mike Machado, the cable guy turned into professional wrestler. The man who was able to gain wins over real professional wrestlers. The man who’s hand is often raised in matches he somehow wins. Mike Machado…the man who is perfectly content with being called ‘mediocre’. It’s funny to me Machado, it really is, how a federation like this can allow you to work inside their ring, in front of their fans, when you have no experience. How they can let you, a nobody with nothing to offer to appear on shows that I’ve never even sniffed at. While I’m stuck on the D shows, I see somebody like you eating up the primetime spot. ‘Mediocre’ Mike Machado, taking air time that should belong to me. This whole…rivalry of ours started out because you didn’t show me respect, but it’s deeper than that Machado. It’s not just you who shows me no respect; it’s this whole company, this whole stupid wrestling organization.”
Charlie is almost embarrassed by all this, his hand covering it up, but the rage is too strong, and Charlie just bursts out.
“It’s not fair Machado that you, a man who doesn’t even know how to lace up his boots properly can step ahead of me and be given the things that I should have on a silver platter. It’s not fair that Mike Machado, the cable guy turned wrestler gets the bigger spotlight shined on him then the man who has wrestled around the world, and not just won championships, but dominated wherever he went. Mike Machado, this started off small, but something happen, and that’s the disrespect I have been given from everybody in the nCw, including these ignorant fans that boo me, even though they wear my products and drive my cars. Even though I’m the only reason why their parents even have a job, I am booed because I take offense to you. You’re holding me down.”
This obviously is shaking the core of Charlie Velez; the man who has easily obtained everything can’t seem to grasp the idea of “earning” his way to the top, and he’s not taking it well. Charlie Velez, the self-made billionaire, seems to have been spoiled by his riches cannot comprehend the working hard mentality that many wrestlers have today. Instead of accepting it, Charlie sees it as a farce, as he gets up and walks towards his balcony door, opening up, showing the Chicago skyline. Charlie walks over to the railing, and slowly rests his arms on top, leaning over.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The city of Chicago…my city. The city where my father grew up and established his business, where he met my mother and had my brother and I. The city where I grew up, where I met my wife, where I got my first break…where I will raise my children. Chicago, the Windy City. As I look down at it, they look up to me looking for answers. I’ve built this city back up that nobody can, and you know what? I don’t get the respect I deserve. Mike Machado…the stupid man who somehow got a job installing cable, somehow gets more respect then I. Machado, the man who I will be fighting in a wrestling match this Sunday misses the point, he doesn’t see the big picture. Mike, I need to win, I need to defeat you and I need to have my hand raised in victory. A win for you is nothing, it’s a notch on your belt in your little run of victories. You don’t mean as much to the people as I do. I’m a public figure, a man of high stature, a man who people want to be when they grow up. I need this victory Machado. I need to show not only these people, but the nCw that I’m better than a stupid show on Friday nights, that I’m good enough to be on their stupid Pay-Per View, that I am what I say I am and that’s the best damn wrestler in the world.”
Charlie shakes his head; he still looks unconvinced that his message is getting through the television and into the ears of the listeners. Not just to them, but to the higher ups in the nCw.
“I wonder what I have to do. Do I have to become an emo case, or do I just have to be a complete idiot? Do I have to show my problems to people, or do I have to be a damn woman to get respect here in nCw? I am what I am and that’s never going to change. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, and you know why? Because my ability can’t be matched, and my skills will not continue to go unnoticed, even if I have to donate a bunch of money and build a new wrestling ring, my name will echo throughout the nCw world. I am no rookie, no, I am a veteran of this game and I know how things work. I am no punk like Mike Machado, and I will prevail this Sunday, and you know why?”
The camera moves over, putting Charlie in the center. The wind blows, and when he lifts his arms up, the white soon waves in the wind. The skyline of Chicago is behind Charlie, as the sun is slowly rising behind him. The image is beautiful, as Charlie is now on his path…hopefully to victory.
“Because I am the best in the world.”
Fade out.
Even with the weight holding him down, Charlie Velez is able to stand up from his bed, the ominous figure of the most powerful man in the world looking like an angel with the white surrounding him. Before he speaks, he looks over towards the mirror, looking at himself, observing the few flaws on the perfect face. The little blemish on his chin is small and to the naked eye goes unnoticed, for a perfectionist like Charlie Velez, he goes to clean it quickly; an important person like him has to look perfect in his mind. After fixing his imperfection, he turns towards the camera, still emotionless, and goes back to his bed. Charlie sits down at the edge, signaling for the camera to zoom towards his face.
“Look at me. Look into my eyes, and think about what’s going to come for you this Sunday, Mike Machado.”
The name sends chills down Charlie’s spine, as his eyes clothes and he breathes in deep. Goosebumps take over from the sound of his name, but Charlie is able to continue.
“Mike Machado, the cable guy turned into professional wrestler. The man who was able to gain wins over real professional wrestlers. The man who’s hand is often raised in matches he somehow wins. Mike Machado…the man who is perfectly content with being called ‘mediocre’. It’s funny to me Machado, it really is, how a federation like this can allow you to work inside their ring, in front of their fans, when you have no experience. How they can let you, a nobody with nothing to offer to appear on shows that I’ve never even sniffed at. While I’m stuck on the D shows, I see somebody like you eating up the primetime spot. ‘Mediocre’ Mike Machado, taking air time that should belong to me. This whole…rivalry of ours started out because you didn’t show me respect, but it’s deeper than that Machado. It’s not just you who shows me no respect; it’s this whole company, this whole stupid wrestling organization.”
Charlie is almost embarrassed by all this, his hand covering it up, but the rage is too strong, and Charlie just bursts out.
“It’s not fair Machado that you, a man who doesn’t even know how to lace up his boots properly can step ahead of me and be given the things that I should have on a silver platter. It’s not fair that Mike Machado, the cable guy turned wrestler gets the bigger spotlight shined on him then the man who has wrestled around the world, and not just won championships, but dominated wherever he went. Mike Machado, this started off small, but something happen, and that’s the disrespect I have been given from everybody in the nCw, including these ignorant fans that boo me, even though they wear my products and drive my cars. Even though I’m the only reason why their parents even have a job, I am booed because I take offense to you. You’re holding me down.”
This obviously is shaking the core of Charlie Velez; the man who has easily obtained everything can’t seem to grasp the idea of “earning” his way to the top, and he’s not taking it well. Charlie Velez, the self-made billionaire, seems to have been spoiled by his riches cannot comprehend the working hard mentality that many wrestlers have today. Instead of accepting it, Charlie sees it as a farce, as he gets up and walks towards his balcony door, opening up, showing the Chicago skyline. Charlie walks over to the railing, and slowly rests his arms on top, leaning over.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The city of Chicago…my city. The city where my father grew up and established his business, where he met my mother and had my brother and I. The city where I grew up, where I met my wife, where I got my first break…where I will raise my children. Chicago, the Windy City. As I look down at it, they look up to me looking for answers. I’ve built this city back up that nobody can, and you know what? I don’t get the respect I deserve. Mike Machado…the stupid man who somehow got a job installing cable, somehow gets more respect then I. Machado, the man who I will be fighting in a wrestling match this Sunday misses the point, he doesn’t see the big picture. Mike, I need to win, I need to defeat you and I need to have my hand raised in victory. A win for you is nothing, it’s a notch on your belt in your little run of victories. You don’t mean as much to the people as I do. I’m a public figure, a man of high stature, a man who people want to be when they grow up. I need this victory Machado. I need to show not only these people, but the nCw that I’m better than a stupid show on Friday nights, that I’m good enough to be on their stupid Pay-Per View, that I am what I say I am and that’s the best damn wrestler in the world.”
Charlie shakes his head; he still looks unconvinced that his message is getting through the television and into the ears of the listeners. Not just to them, but to the higher ups in the nCw.
“I wonder what I have to do. Do I have to become an emo case, or do I just have to be a complete idiot? Do I have to show my problems to people, or do I have to be a damn woman to get respect here in nCw? I am what I am and that’s never going to change. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, and you know why? Because my ability can’t be matched, and my skills will not continue to go unnoticed, even if I have to donate a bunch of money and build a new wrestling ring, my name will echo throughout the nCw world. I am no rookie, no, I am a veteran of this game and I know how things work. I am no punk like Mike Machado, and I will prevail this Sunday, and you know why?”
The camera moves over, putting Charlie in the center. The wind blows, and when he lifts his arms up, the white soon waves in the wind. The skyline of Chicago is behind Charlie, as the sun is slowly rising behind him. The image is beautiful, as Charlie is now on his path…hopefully to victory.
“Because I am the best in the world.”
Fade out.