Post by Charlie Velez on May 31, 2010 11:01:28 GMT -6
Drake ft. Lil Wayne, “Man of the Year”: “Damn, I just walked in here looking like the mother f*cking man of the year…”
The scene opens once again in a cemetery. This time it’s clear where Charlie Velez is, he’s squatting down in front of a tombstone, the tombstone of his father Antonio Velez. Charlie rubs his hands over the name of his father, eyes closed. He takes a deep breath in remembering his father who fought in Vietnam many years ago. Charlie holds his tears in before opening his eyes. This is the one year anniversary of the death of his father, and the only thing running though his head is the good times he spent with him and the last moments he ever spent. He places his hand on top of the tombstone and says a little prayer before climbing up to his feet.
“Good bye, dad.”
Fade out.
We open up in the back of a limousine, where we see the nCw National Champion Charlie Velez sitting in the back, staring out the window. He’s obviously still thinking about the events that occurred a few moments ago, but he shakes the cobwebs out of his head and stares down at the floor before slowly lifting his head up towards the camera.
“Great men do big things. They live their life for a purpose, whether it’s small in the grand scheme of things the impact a great man makes can’t be estimated by who affected now, but whose affected years later. My father was a great man, I never agreed with the things he did when I was a child, but that molded me into the man I am today. And the man you see today is simply the greatest wrestler in the nCw.”
Charlie stops, his hand covering his mouth. He thinks about his father some more, shaking his head at the thought, trying to finally refocus.
“There are…people in the nCw who hate what the Young guns and I do, and that’s understandable. We’re bad guys, heels as you might know us as. We don’t like doing things the ‘right way’, hell, when given the choice we do the exact opposite of what is known as ‘politically correct’. We’re the bad boys here in the nCw, every wrestler in the back talks about how big of assholes we are and how much they hate us. They say we haven’t proven anything and then put down our accomplishments, saying that they mean nothing. Yet we’re everywhere. We’re in everybody’s mouths, everybody’s head; you can’t read a promo without seeing somebody is talking about us. The hate is legitimate, but so is our impact. They know that the four of us have made a bigger impact in the three months we’ve been here then most of them have made in a year. They know that in three months I, Charlie Velez, have made one of their biggest faces go a little bit…
Insane.”
Charlie smiles at this.
“Xavier Cross was once a good man; hell many people would have considered him a great man. He was the National Champion and he was ready to fly off into the sunset as one of the most respected wrestlers in the history of this company. But then he ran into me. He ran into the Young Guns and he started doing things that are unfamiliar to his younger fans, he started changing his personality to something more evil, more demonic that people look at him differently. He sold his soul to Leonard Fox and joined The Front Office just so he can have a match with me under his wishes. He made it a Cell match. He went over the edge and beat down and bloodied my flesh and blood, my brother Ryan. Xavier Cross is a different man then he was when I first got here in the nCw, and you know whose fault that is? Mine. All mine. I created the new Xavier Cross, and you know what? I can, and will, destroy him at Reborn.
This isn’t something new Cross; you aren’t my first test subject who I pushed into the deepest and darkest place he could go. No, you’re just the most recent and soon you’ll be another victim. You sit wherever you are watching Charlie Velez do the things you used to be able to do before I got to you, and you sit there and I know you die deep down inside. I know that the Xavier Cross that used to go out there and kick some ass is missing and that you’re going to tell me at Reborn he will be reborn once again and take my National Championship, but that’s not how it works Cross. Things are different, in the old nCw before the Young Guns you could have gotten away with that. You could have changed your whole personality and beaten a different National Champion to get your belt back, but times have changed. You look different Cross, you have this look of desperation that I doubt you ever had before. You’re desperate to make beat me because you know that if you can’t you have nothing left.”
Charlie reaches down and pulls out his National Championship. The glare of the sun off the belt almost blinds the viewer and Charlie Velez.
“I destroyed Cari’s tombstone and made you watch. You have nothing of her anymore. My brother, his bruises will heal and he those cuts with close, but Cari is gone and gone for good. All you had left of her was her tombstone and this National Championship before I showed up and you know what happened? I destroyed one and I hold the other in my hand. Xavier Cross used to be the wrestler that people looked up to, but now people just look at his and feel bad for what he’s become, a corporate sellout who has to stoop to the lower denominator to get revenge.
You have nothing Cross and yet you have everything to lose. You don’t have your wife anymore, you don’t have the respect of the fans, and most importantly you don’t have the talent to beat me in the ring. And yet, with nothing in his corner when you lose this Sunday you will have nothing to go home to except a son who probably feels bad for what you’ve become and a bed without a woman to love. Everybody takes shot at me and the Young Guns Cross, but look at you. You’re more pathetic then we ever will be. We’re hated because we’re so damn good, you’re hated because you’re a whiny little bitch that has to run to the boss to get what he wants. If it was me Cross, I would have stepped up like a man and challenged you to a match but no…I’m the bad guy. People see me as the heel, and for what? Because I made a few little comments about your dead wife? People hate me because I threatened a professional wrestler in Zelda Knite. Seeing as its part of her job description, the hate seems unwarranted but instead we have little Young Guns wannabes asking for our heads. But they see you as the good guy here Cross and I know why. Cameraman, zoom up please.”
The camera man does, staring into Charlie’s eyes.
“They’re afraid of what we can do.”
The camera zooms back, getting a full view of Charlie Velez.
“They’re afraid of the Young Guns and what we mean for this company, they already see us as a threat that they have to take shots at us every chance they get, so the nCw supports Xavier Cross in his attempt to beat me and take my title. But Cross, I’m a different breed of wrestler. I’m something the nCw has never seen before and I’m something that the world of wrestling has never seen before. I am special. If Steve Awesome is the Face of the Franchise, I’m the Star of the Show. Mr. Clutch. The Prodigy. The Future of the nCw. The nCw changed the day I signed the contract to wrestle here a shiver went down everybody’s spine because they knew things were going to change. I walked in here looking like the man of the year because I knew my talent was God given and all I needed was the opportunity to shine. My opportunity was your downfall and demise, and because of that Cross I am where I am today and you…you’re at the bottom of the barrel trying to climb back up to respectability.
So you’re trying to rise up on my coattails, trying to climb back to where you once were and the problem with that is that while you’re on the edge, grabbing on tight trying to lift yourself up, I’m going to stomp on your fingers sending you back down the abyss. And while you’re down there I’ll begin to send down every other wrestler that crosses our path and you guys can talk about what you did wrong and just realize there was nothing you can do. I am just simply better than you.
A great man once told me it’s not what you do that makes you great, it’s how you affect other people that builds your legacy. I’ve touched so many people here in the nCw they should have me charged for rape, because after I did they were never the same. Cross you were my first victim. Tell the others to watch out.”
Charlie smiles and leans back, resting the National Championship on his lap. He stares out the window, thinking about…everything.
Fade out.