Post by Charlie Velez on Apr 27, 2010 10:42:55 GMT -6
We open up, and see Charlie Velez sitting down behind a desk, looking at his phone. Whatever he’s doing, he’s really into, because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of it for a good minute.
“Yeah, almost beat my high Brickbreaker score! Yes! I’m almost there I’m…”
All of a sudden Charlie’s phone vibrates, which startles the superstar. He drops his phone, and lets out a loud expletive, before picking up his phone.
“Dammit, and that was my last life. Let me see whose texting me…”
Charlie messes around with his phone a bit, before he finally gets to the text message. He mouths what the messages says “Cross responded, check it out”. Charlie grunts, and walks off screen and way fade to black…
…and we fade right back in! It’s obviously moments later, because now we’re outside, and Charlie Velez is sitting on the park bench. He’s wearing his generic clothes; you know the ones that jerks wear, Ed Hardy t-shirts, jeans and sunglasses. If he had any hair, you know it would be soaked with gel. Anyway, Charlie nods his head, lowers down his glasses so you can see his eyes, and begins to speak.
“So this is what it’s come to, hasn’t it? Now we’re acting like school children, dressing up like morons and making funny voices, huh? I see how it is; I see how people like Xavier Cross have to stoop to a lower level to try to get that ‘psychological advantage’ before his huge match on Sunday. He dressed up like a moron and makes fun of…me. Or I think he did. I don’t know, I couldn’t tell because a lot of my brain cells were murdered while watching this pile or garbage. A fake press conference! Sweet! ‘IDC’ news! I see what you did there, IDC is internet slang for ‘I don’t care’, and you obviously don’t care what I had to say, but you apparently did because you decided to make fun of it, but that’s not the point of the promo and…yeah. Does it sound like I’m rambling, just talking to fill up space on my blank Word page? Yeah, it’s because I am. I have to fill out some space before I get to the good part, the point of the story…kind of like you just did, Cross.”
Charlie rubs his chin, and lets out a loud “HMMM”, trying to think of what to say.
“I think it’s funny that my past accomplishments mean nothing, that I’m just a blip on the radar when it comes to you, and your big rise to the top! What I’ve done in the past, they’ve mean nothing apparently, I’m nothing compared to the ‘great’ Xavier Cross…or so I’m told. The well respected, the ultra loved by the fans Xavier Cross. Cross is loved here in the nCw…but I see things that people can’t. I see the way he looks at the camera, the way his voice cracks when he begins to talk about me. He looks strong on the outside, he looks like he’s a man on the mission, but inside you can tell. His mannerisms, the look he has in his eyes. He’s scared. He’s scared that the name he made for himself in nCw is only going to be remembered by what happens in his last match, and he knows that good things aren’t going to happen then. Xavier Cross, you look scared boy, and boy I don’t blame you. I’d be scared of me too.”
Charlie smiles, and takes off his sunglasses.
“I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’ve been successful at everything I do. My wife now runs the company that I brought to the top, I grew up in a wealthy family, I had high grades in school, I was an All-American amateur wrestler…and soon I’ll be National Champion. I’m not shocked that you’re afraid of me Cross, so scared that you have to resort to making fun of me, trying to get cheap laughs from the morons who watch nCw television. If I were you Cross, I’d be scared too. Hell, Venom should be scared as well, because even though he’s family, I’ve told him this before, and I’ll just repeat it for good measure, nobody…and I mean nobody will stop me from rising to the top of the nCw.”
Charlie stands up, and begins pacing back and forth in front of the bench, still staring at the camera.
“It’s all about the National Championship Cross; I could care less if this is your final hoorah, or your big good bye from the wrestling world. You claim to be one of the best ever, but that’s where you made the mistake. You might be ONE of the best but Cross…”
Charlie stops in the middle of the picture, staring straight into the camera.
“I am the best. And there’s nothing that’s going to stop me. So when I take your National Championship this Sunday, and you say your farewell to the nCw audience, I want you to remember that I’m just simply better than you. I want you to know it, I want your fans to know it; you know, those little kids who wear your t-shirts and cheer for you every time you’re on TV, I want them to cry at the fact that you lost to me. Those marks that are in the arena who watched and loved you in your indies days and claimed that you were the best wrestler ever, I want them to change their minds and write on internet blogs that Charlie Velez is the God of the wrestling industry. But most importantly I want your son to look up at you, and I want you to look into his eyes and know that he’s asking the question ‘Why daddy, why couldn’t you beat Charlie Velez?’ and the only answer you can come up with is that ‘He’s just better than me.’ I want you to look at me when I’m holding up to the National Championship, because to be honest Cross…that’s all you have left of her, isn’t it?”
Charlie moves closer to the camera, the smile that he had before is still there, but his eyes…man, his eyes are those of a psycho.
“You think I don’t remember you mentioning what happened before you won the title? The pain, the tragedy you suffered a few hours before you beat The Ace for the gold, you suffered through a lot. So when you lost her, you gained your championship, and every time you look at that title, you see her face. You remember the good times, you remember the first kiss or the first time you two spent that special night together. You remember the last things you said to her, you remember the last time you held her close to you. So every time you hold your National Championship close, you’re holding her close. So it’s going to be such a shame this Sunday, when I beat you, and I hold that championship up in the air. I’ll hold it up in the air, and I’ll kiss that title, and when you look at me doing it, you’ll see me kissing her. You’ll see me hug the championship belt, you’ll be looking at me hold her tight. Then when you’re home with your son Asthon and you’re tuning into nCw television, you’ll see the championship around my waist, her arms around my waist, the Gold on my waist. You’ll see the back of her head, and she’s…”
The camera pans back a bit, showing Charlie’s hands in front of his…well, you know. His eyes are closed, his smile has turned into a satisfactory grin, and he opens up one eye, staring at the camera.
“Well you get the picture.”
Charlie finally moves his hand, and opens up his eyes.
“This Sunday Cross, I’m taking more than just your title. I’m taking your life away. And nothing is going to stop me. Not you, not Venom, and not the screaming fans in the arena. A Night to Remember will be a night you’ll want to forget, because it’ll be the night you officially lose…everything.”
Charlie begins backing up, and puts his sunglasses on before walking off screen. Fade out.
“Yeah, almost beat my high Brickbreaker score! Yes! I’m almost there I’m…”
All of a sudden Charlie’s phone vibrates, which startles the superstar. He drops his phone, and lets out a loud expletive, before picking up his phone.
“Dammit, and that was my last life. Let me see whose texting me…”
Charlie messes around with his phone a bit, before he finally gets to the text message. He mouths what the messages says “Cross responded, check it out”. Charlie grunts, and walks off screen and way fade to black…
…and we fade right back in! It’s obviously moments later, because now we’re outside, and Charlie Velez is sitting on the park bench. He’s wearing his generic clothes; you know the ones that jerks wear, Ed Hardy t-shirts, jeans and sunglasses. If he had any hair, you know it would be soaked with gel. Anyway, Charlie nods his head, lowers down his glasses so you can see his eyes, and begins to speak.
“So this is what it’s come to, hasn’t it? Now we’re acting like school children, dressing up like morons and making funny voices, huh? I see how it is; I see how people like Xavier Cross have to stoop to a lower level to try to get that ‘psychological advantage’ before his huge match on Sunday. He dressed up like a moron and makes fun of…me. Or I think he did. I don’t know, I couldn’t tell because a lot of my brain cells were murdered while watching this pile or garbage. A fake press conference! Sweet! ‘IDC’ news! I see what you did there, IDC is internet slang for ‘I don’t care’, and you obviously don’t care what I had to say, but you apparently did because you decided to make fun of it, but that’s not the point of the promo and…yeah. Does it sound like I’m rambling, just talking to fill up space on my blank Word page? Yeah, it’s because I am. I have to fill out some space before I get to the good part, the point of the story…kind of like you just did, Cross.”
Charlie rubs his chin, and lets out a loud “HMMM”, trying to think of what to say.
“I think it’s funny that my past accomplishments mean nothing, that I’m just a blip on the radar when it comes to you, and your big rise to the top! What I’ve done in the past, they’ve mean nothing apparently, I’m nothing compared to the ‘great’ Xavier Cross…or so I’m told. The well respected, the ultra loved by the fans Xavier Cross. Cross is loved here in the nCw…but I see things that people can’t. I see the way he looks at the camera, the way his voice cracks when he begins to talk about me. He looks strong on the outside, he looks like he’s a man on the mission, but inside you can tell. His mannerisms, the look he has in his eyes. He’s scared. He’s scared that the name he made for himself in nCw is only going to be remembered by what happens in his last match, and he knows that good things aren’t going to happen then. Xavier Cross, you look scared boy, and boy I don’t blame you. I’d be scared of me too.”
Charlie smiles, and takes off his sunglasses.
“I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’ve been successful at everything I do. My wife now runs the company that I brought to the top, I grew up in a wealthy family, I had high grades in school, I was an All-American amateur wrestler…and soon I’ll be National Champion. I’m not shocked that you’re afraid of me Cross, so scared that you have to resort to making fun of me, trying to get cheap laughs from the morons who watch nCw television. If I were you Cross, I’d be scared too. Hell, Venom should be scared as well, because even though he’s family, I’ve told him this before, and I’ll just repeat it for good measure, nobody…and I mean nobody will stop me from rising to the top of the nCw.”
Charlie stands up, and begins pacing back and forth in front of the bench, still staring at the camera.
“It’s all about the National Championship Cross; I could care less if this is your final hoorah, or your big good bye from the wrestling world. You claim to be one of the best ever, but that’s where you made the mistake. You might be ONE of the best but Cross…”
Charlie stops in the middle of the picture, staring straight into the camera.
“I am the best. And there’s nothing that’s going to stop me. So when I take your National Championship this Sunday, and you say your farewell to the nCw audience, I want you to remember that I’m just simply better than you. I want you to know it, I want your fans to know it; you know, those little kids who wear your t-shirts and cheer for you every time you’re on TV, I want them to cry at the fact that you lost to me. Those marks that are in the arena who watched and loved you in your indies days and claimed that you were the best wrestler ever, I want them to change their minds and write on internet blogs that Charlie Velez is the God of the wrestling industry. But most importantly I want your son to look up at you, and I want you to look into his eyes and know that he’s asking the question ‘Why daddy, why couldn’t you beat Charlie Velez?’ and the only answer you can come up with is that ‘He’s just better than me.’ I want you to look at me when I’m holding up to the National Championship, because to be honest Cross…that’s all you have left of her, isn’t it?”
Charlie moves closer to the camera, the smile that he had before is still there, but his eyes…man, his eyes are those of a psycho.
“You think I don’t remember you mentioning what happened before you won the title? The pain, the tragedy you suffered a few hours before you beat The Ace for the gold, you suffered through a lot. So when you lost her, you gained your championship, and every time you look at that title, you see her face. You remember the good times, you remember the first kiss or the first time you two spent that special night together. You remember the last things you said to her, you remember the last time you held her close to you. So every time you hold your National Championship close, you’re holding her close. So it’s going to be such a shame this Sunday, when I beat you, and I hold that championship up in the air. I’ll hold it up in the air, and I’ll kiss that title, and when you look at me doing it, you’ll see me kissing her. You’ll see me hug the championship belt, you’ll be looking at me hold her tight. Then when you’re home with your son Asthon and you’re tuning into nCw television, you’ll see the championship around my waist, her arms around my waist, the Gold on my waist. You’ll see the back of her head, and she’s…”
The camera pans back a bit, showing Charlie’s hands in front of his…well, you know. His eyes are closed, his smile has turned into a satisfactory grin, and he opens up one eye, staring at the camera.
“Well you get the picture.”
Charlie finally moves his hand, and opens up his eyes.
“This Sunday Cross, I’m taking more than just your title. I’m taking your life away. And nothing is going to stop me. Not you, not Venom, and not the screaming fans in the arena. A Night to Remember will be a night you’ll want to forget, because it’ll be the night you officially lose…everything.”
Charlie begins backing up, and puts his sunglasses on before walking off screen. Fade out.