Post by Charlie Velez on Apr 28, 2010 13:40:56 GMT -6
We fade in, and we see Charlie Velez running on the treadmill. You can tell he’s been there for a while; his sweat shirt is fully drenched, his face is red. He’s breathing heavily, but you can see in his eyes that he’s focused. He’s focused on the goal that stands ahead of him this Sunday at nCw’s biggest pay per view of them all, “A Night to Remember”. Charlie knows what he has to do, even if he has to hurt a friend to do it. He pressed a button on the treadmill, and we see that he’s slowing down before he comes to a complete stop. Charlie is breathing heavily as he drinks some water from his water bottle, and then he just rests his arms onto the top of the treadmill. He stares blankly at the camera, not saying a word, but you could see in his face that he has a lot on his mind, from his match this Sunday to his growing company Velez Industries, that he no longer owns. Charlie finally moves and heads towards the locker room.
He walks pasts a few people, a lot of women would stop and stare as he walked by them. He’d just greet them with a grin and a nod, and continued walking. He got the same respect from some of the guys in the gym, admiring his impressive physique. He doesn’t great them the same way, instead he threatens to slap them, which scares most of them off. He heads to his locker, and takes off his shirt, and begins to open up his locker. He finally gets the locker to open, and reaches in, immediately looking at his phone. The people in the foreground try hard not to look at the camera, but there’s always that one idiot who waves and mouths ‘Hi mom!’, all while Charlie is looking at his phone.
He scrolls around, and as he continues to scroll around he gets more agitated and annoyed. He stops and turns his head, to see the other people in the locker room.
“You, all of you, get the hell out.”
Everybody looks puzzled. Some obliged, but the man who was waving to the gets up, and stands in front of Charlie.
“Oh yeah, who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”
Charlie stands up and stares at the man, both eye to eye. Rather than say anything, Charlie grabs the man’s ear, and throws him on the floor. The man gets on all floors, and once he’s about to get to his feet, Charlie kicks him in the ass, sending the man forward. The man runs out of the locker room, and Charlie looks around to make sure there’s nobody in sight. He finally stops looking, and sits down on the bench, face to face with the camera.
“Technology is an amazing thing. You see this phone right here?”, Charlie lifts up his Blackberry to show to the camera.
“This phone right here, like many phones nowadays can connect online, and I can check my e-mail and stuff. I can go on my Facebook account if I felt like it, and I can even check out my Twitter. I can do a lot with these phones. But you know what? I don’t even feel like it anymore, because keep getting these constant messages, these hate letters, these long rants telling me what I’m an asshole, or that I’m a jerk because of what I’m saying about Cross and his dead wife. I’m getting crap for it…”
Charlie looks down, and laughs to himself a little bit.
“And it’s all working like I thought up. You see, Xavier Cross shows the audience his strong exterior, how he’s such a big superstar here, and how he’s so big that even Gatorade somehow lets him in commercials, he’s soft. He’s weak. He gets hurt easily. And I knew that. I knew that when I first saw him on my television screen talking about me. He talked about the past, about the things he used to do, and you can see that he’s soft, and he’s not one to take personal attacks. He can dish them, surely, but you make fun of his hair style the dude has a conniption. Which is terrible by the way bro, seriously, use a comb or something, I know a stylist that can help you out. Anyway, I knew I could get under his skin, and I knew I can drive him to the edge. Hell, I drove him so far off that he’s no longer retiring and has decided to stick around and watch me walk around with the National Championship in person. Cross, you should have taken your ball and walked away when you had the chance, because after A Night to Remember, you’ll wish that the fire I lit under you burned you into ash.
I would love to see you put me down Cross. Shoot me, shoot me right between the eyes, and see that I can’t die. See that the gun you’re holding is filled with nothing more than fake insults and lame threats, see that when you pull the trigger the nightmare stops, because I will not hesitate to snap that neck of yours in the ring. My ‘lackluster’ talent has driven you to the point where you’re spitting out curses left and right, threatening to kill people. When I beat you this Sunday, I’ll put money down that you’ll ‘lose that fire’ once more, and quit the nCw like you were going to do before I came along. You should be thanking me Cross, because now instead of staying home and wishing for a better life, you get the stay in the nCw and watch in person how great of a life I live. Instead of sitting on your couch, looking at your child, wishing that you had the wife to support you, you can look at me and my wife and my two kids, and think about what you’re missing out on.
What’s lost in all of this, is that you continue to call me a flash in a pan, a nothing more. In two months you predict I will be forgotten. Wrong. In two months I’ll be holding the championship you hold now, the championship you tried so hard to defend against Venom and I, the belt that reminds you of your deceased wife. I’m not going to take your belt, I’m going to take her too, and Cross, you’re going to wish you retired. Because every day you see me with her, see me with the National Championship, you’ll wish you were dead too.
But there’s another person I have to worry about, my good friend Venom. Venom my friend, it’s been a long time since we’ve last been in the ring together. About over a year since we went one on one in the squared circle, and while we have Cross in there with us, probably dragging us down, we’re going to be guaranteed to put on a five star match up. I respect you kid, hell, you even know that the next day we’re going out to celebrate Annette’s birthday, and that there’s nothing that’s going to separate us from being family. But don’t get it twisted, don’t forget that this is a competition, and that if given the opportunity, I will throw you off another tower and claim victory. We’ve had similar paths Venom, ever since the beginning of time. We started off as a tag team, married sisters, grew a mutual hatred for each other, and realized that we were not given the respect we deserved, so we joined forces. We joined forces and we ran the federation to the top, side by side. We held almost every single championship at one time, and you…you were a star. You were the one associated with the greatness of the two of us. Do you think that sat well with me? Do you think I could stand looking at magazine covers, listening to radio podcasts, and stand the fact that our success was directly associated with you? That Charlie Velez was just nothing…but your partner.
It ate me up every day Venom, and before I could capitalize on it, you did. You broke my neck once more and put me on the shelf for months. And while I sat around, stirring up the hatred that I had for you, I couldn’t help but think about how you held me back, how you took the spotlight away from me. I hated you more than I ever could, but even with that much hatred, there was this respect that I had. Sure, you screwed me and you broke my neck, but it took a man to do that. It took balls to go out there, and almost kill your brother in law. And that was the difference at the time Venom. The only thing separating the two of us was that you would go out there and do the things that I was too scared to do, and it took you to the top. Even if it meant potentially killing me, you went out and you did it. So then I came back, and I did the same. I threw you off that Tower, and I was reborn. A new Charlie Velez, the one you see today. And since then you’ve followed me, you’ve been my partner, not the other way around. It’s always been a battle between who’s the bigger star with you and I. We can say it was a family dispute, or a childhood rivalry, but the fame is what we’re fighting for. And this Sunday, our claim of fame lies with the National Championship.
Cross and Venom, I hope you take your vitamins. I hope you read up on your literature, and I hope you study the tapes. Read up on my Wikipedia page for all I care, I just hope you’re prepared. One of you knows what I’m already capable of doing the other…well he’s eager to find out. This Sunday has nothing to do with jealousy, who’s who partner, or dead wives. This is about something more important, and it’s even bigger than the National Championship. We go out there this Sunday and we show the nCw why Charlie Velez should be fighting for something bigger, something grander. Why Charlie Velez is quite simply the greatest wrestler in the world today, and that none of you could do anything about it.
Why after this Sunday you can not only call me the National Champion, not only ‘The Nation’s Hero’, and not only Charlie Velez…but you can call me the greatest wrestler in the world today. See you Sunday boys.”
Charlie winks at the camera, and the scene fades to black.
He walks pasts a few people, a lot of women would stop and stare as he walked by them. He’d just greet them with a grin and a nod, and continued walking. He got the same respect from some of the guys in the gym, admiring his impressive physique. He doesn’t great them the same way, instead he threatens to slap them, which scares most of them off. He heads to his locker, and takes off his shirt, and begins to open up his locker. He finally gets the locker to open, and reaches in, immediately looking at his phone. The people in the foreground try hard not to look at the camera, but there’s always that one idiot who waves and mouths ‘Hi mom!’, all while Charlie is looking at his phone.
He scrolls around, and as he continues to scroll around he gets more agitated and annoyed. He stops and turns his head, to see the other people in the locker room.
“You, all of you, get the hell out.”
Everybody looks puzzled. Some obliged, but the man who was waving to the gets up, and stands in front of Charlie.
“Oh yeah, who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”
Charlie stands up and stares at the man, both eye to eye. Rather than say anything, Charlie grabs the man’s ear, and throws him on the floor. The man gets on all floors, and once he’s about to get to his feet, Charlie kicks him in the ass, sending the man forward. The man runs out of the locker room, and Charlie looks around to make sure there’s nobody in sight. He finally stops looking, and sits down on the bench, face to face with the camera.
“Technology is an amazing thing. You see this phone right here?”, Charlie lifts up his Blackberry to show to the camera.
“This phone right here, like many phones nowadays can connect online, and I can check my e-mail and stuff. I can go on my Facebook account if I felt like it, and I can even check out my Twitter. I can do a lot with these phones. But you know what? I don’t even feel like it anymore, because keep getting these constant messages, these hate letters, these long rants telling me what I’m an asshole, or that I’m a jerk because of what I’m saying about Cross and his dead wife. I’m getting crap for it…”
Charlie looks down, and laughs to himself a little bit.
“And it’s all working like I thought up. You see, Xavier Cross shows the audience his strong exterior, how he’s such a big superstar here, and how he’s so big that even Gatorade somehow lets him in commercials, he’s soft. He’s weak. He gets hurt easily. And I knew that. I knew that when I first saw him on my television screen talking about me. He talked about the past, about the things he used to do, and you can see that he’s soft, and he’s not one to take personal attacks. He can dish them, surely, but you make fun of his hair style the dude has a conniption. Which is terrible by the way bro, seriously, use a comb or something, I know a stylist that can help you out. Anyway, I knew I could get under his skin, and I knew I can drive him to the edge. Hell, I drove him so far off that he’s no longer retiring and has decided to stick around and watch me walk around with the National Championship in person. Cross, you should have taken your ball and walked away when you had the chance, because after A Night to Remember, you’ll wish that the fire I lit under you burned you into ash.
I would love to see you put me down Cross. Shoot me, shoot me right between the eyes, and see that I can’t die. See that the gun you’re holding is filled with nothing more than fake insults and lame threats, see that when you pull the trigger the nightmare stops, because I will not hesitate to snap that neck of yours in the ring. My ‘lackluster’ talent has driven you to the point where you’re spitting out curses left and right, threatening to kill people. When I beat you this Sunday, I’ll put money down that you’ll ‘lose that fire’ once more, and quit the nCw like you were going to do before I came along. You should be thanking me Cross, because now instead of staying home and wishing for a better life, you get the stay in the nCw and watch in person how great of a life I live. Instead of sitting on your couch, looking at your child, wishing that you had the wife to support you, you can look at me and my wife and my two kids, and think about what you’re missing out on.
What’s lost in all of this, is that you continue to call me a flash in a pan, a nothing more. In two months you predict I will be forgotten. Wrong. In two months I’ll be holding the championship you hold now, the championship you tried so hard to defend against Venom and I, the belt that reminds you of your deceased wife. I’m not going to take your belt, I’m going to take her too, and Cross, you’re going to wish you retired. Because every day you see me with her, see me with the National Championship, you’ll wish you were dead too.
But there’s another person I have to worry about, my good friend Venom. Venom my friend, it’s been a long time since we’ve last been in the ring together. About over a year since we went one on one in the squared circle, and while we have Cross in there with us, probably dragging us down, we’re going to be guaranteed to put on a five star match up. I respect you kid, hell, you even know that the next day we’re going out to celebrate Annette’s birthday, and that there’s nothing that’s going to separate us from being family. But don’t get it twisted, don’t forget that this is a competition, and that if given the opportunity, I will throw you off another tower and claim victory. We’ve had similar paths Venom, ever since the beginning of time. We started off as a tag team, married sisters, grew a mutual hatred for each other, and realized that we were not given the respect we deserved, so we joined forces. We joined forces and we ran the federation to the top, side by side. We held almost every single championship at one time, and you…you were a star. You were the one associated with the greatness of the two of us. Do you think that sat well with me? Do you think I could stand looking at magazine covers, listening to radio podcasts, and stand the fact that our success was directly associated with you? That Charlie Velez was just nothing…but your partner.
It ate me up every day Venom, and before I could capitalize on it, you did. You broke my neck once more and put me on the shelf for months. And while I sat around, stirring up the hatred that I had for you, I couldn’t help but think about how you held me back, how you took the spotlight away from me. I hated you more than I ever could, but even with that much hatred, there was this respect that I had. Sure, you screwed me and you broke my neck, but it took a man to do that. It took balls to go out there, and almost kill your brother in law. And that was the difference at the time Venom. The only thing separating the two of us was that you would go out there and do the things that I was too scared to do, and it took you to the top. Even if it meant potentially killing me, you went out and you did it. So then I came back, and I did the same. I threw you off that Tower, and I was reborn. A new Charlie Velez, the one you see today. And since then you’ve followed me, you’ve been my partner, not the other way around. It’s always been a battle between who’s the bigger star with you and I. We can say it was a family dispute, or a childhood rivalry, but the fame is what we’re fighting for. And this Sunday, our claim of fame lies with the National Championship.
Cross and Venom, I hope you take your vitamins. I hope you read up on your literature, and I hope you study the tapes. Read up on my Wikipedia page for all I care, I just hope you’re prepared. One of you knows what I’m already capable of doing the other…well he’s eager to find out. This Sunday has nothing to do with jealousy, who’s who partner, or dead wives. This is about something more important, and it’s even bigger than the National Championship. We go out there this Sunday and we show the nCw why Charlie Velez should be fighting for something bigger, something grander. Why Charlie Velez is quite simply the greatest wrestler in the world today, and that none of you could do anything about it.
Why after this Sunday you can not only call me the National Champion, not only ‘The Nation’s Hero’, and not only Charlie Velez…but you can call me the greatest wrestler in the world today. See you Sunday boys.”
Charlie winks at the camera, and the scene fades to black.