Post by Charlie Velez on Jun 2, 2010 12:44:49 GMT -6
Drake, “Congratulations”: “And I’m with all the fuss about, and if they talking I bet I’m what they discussion 'bout, hit me at the office same extension, consider me the reason y'all should pay attention.”
The scene opens up in a very nice restaurant where we see Charlie Velez sitting at his table, drinking some wine. The camera is only focused on Charlie, so we have no idea who he’s having dinner with.
“Listen, I know that you barely get out but this is the only place that had open reservations. This is a nice place! I mean, look at those chandeliers and the nice view of the city. I don’t know why you want everything top class. I mean, look at your former boyfriends…”
Charlie laughs to himself but the holds his right hand up, trying to defend himself.
“Now now I didn’t mean anything by it. I know it’s not your fault that you got tossed around as much as you did, but come on; you have to admit some of your former boyfriends were losers. I mean I work with these people so I know how big of fools they are. They’re just children compared to me, and I know you like finally being with a man.”
Charlie smiles, staring at the person across from him with the loving eyes that one would give to their wife or child. He leans over the table and wipes something off the person.
“You got to watch it there! You’re spilling wine all over yourself! Are you okay? I mean I have to admit you look a little tipsy there.”
Charlie raises his eyebrow observing the person across from him. He stops and begins to listen what the person is “saying”.
“Oh no don’t thank me. I mean a woman like you; you should be treated as nice as this. You’re really telling me that Xavier Cross never took you out? A woman like you was pushed to the side for what? Gatorade commercials? Please, now that you’re with me…”
The camera begins panning back, and we see sitting across from Charlie is the National Championship slung on the chair. The restaurant is empty and just has Charlie sitting there with the title. The scene is ominous; the mood is scary, as he utters his last words…
“…I’ll never let you go.”
We open the scene up in front of the restaurant, where Charlie stands in front holding the National Championship on his shoulder. The night lights reflect off the belt, the gold of the building behind him give Charlie Velez is an ominous glow around him, giving Charlie a distinct aura around him.
“The scene that you just witnessed was just an example of the difference between Xavier Cross and I. While Cross spent most of his time dealing with the little things in his life like advertisements and press conferences, he missed time with the little things. He forgot about the more important things in life, and how to treat them properly. You see Cross, you took this National Championship for granted, you saw it as nothing more than a piece of gold strapped onto a piece of leather. You saw it nothing more than just an accessory that you can whore out to the media and get into more Gatorade commercials, you truly never showed this belt any love, didn’t show it the appreciate it deserved. Me on the other hand? I treat this belt like it’s supposed to be treated, I treat it with love and respect because this championship means more to me than it ever meant to you. You can tell everybody you bleed and worked your ass off to be the best champion but we know that’s not the case. You took the easy route because look at the competition around you; you had nobody like me and when you finally met a talent that is unmatched you failed. You fell off your high horse when Charlie Velez came along, and look at you now. You’re a shell of your former self.
At Reborn Xavier, I’m going to bring this championship to the ring with me. You’re going to look at it and remember all the times you neglected it and never showed it the love it deserved, and your heart will sink. You’ll try your hardest to try to get the championship back so you can finally do it, but you’re crusade will fail and Charlie Velez will slap you back to reality.
Xavier Cross, you’re a good wrestler. There’s no doubt about that. You have the talent to outwrestle almost everybody, but you know something Cross? I’m the almost. I’m the guy that ends winning streaks; I’m the guy who takes championships away from people like you. I’m Charlie Velez, I’m the best damn wrestler this company has and it’s only a matter of time before I’m at the top of the show, holding up the World Championship. The Star of the Show doesn’t do me justice; I’m the whole ****ing company. I’m the guy that wrestlers try to be like; I’m the one that parents want their children to grow up to be. I’m successful, I’m good looking, and most of all I’m talented. I’m a self made billionaire and I’m still making money. Xavier Cross has to scratch and claw his way to the top; I was born there and I don’t plan on looking down.
I’m what all the fuss is about; I’m the reason why you should be paying attention to the Young Guns.
Xavier Cross doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. He’s a crazy man, a desperate man trying to gain back his sanity by first joining The Front Office, making a match with me at Reborn, and then attacking my brother. Things are hard for Cross, but you’re the one who made them that way. You didn’t appreciate the things around you, your title, your children, and you took everything for granted. You were going to run off into the sunset because you didn’t believe there was a challenge left for you anywhere, but you know what Cross? You didn’t look hard enough so when it slapped you in the face you realized the harsh reality that you weren’t as good as you thought. All the hype around you was nothing but that; hype. You didn’t have the true skills to beat me in the ring; you didn’t have the ruthless aggression that it took to take things to the extreme. You were just a corporate creation, somebody that the nCw would push and call them a star, and one of the most respected wrestlers in the back. You had the fans behind you and you didn’t even care about it, and now you’re cowering and taking shots at the people who made you relevant. Charlie Velez knew and always knew what you know now, that people and commercials and the support of the locker room doesn’t make a superstar, a superstar is born by what he does and what he plans to do. Xavier Cross, you had a nice run here in the nCw, there’s no disputing that, but your time is running out.
You should have retired when you planned originally boy, instead you’re making things agonizing for yourself, and life is now harder than it ever will be. What did you think you would accomplish if you stayed longer? The only thing you’ve done was taint a legacy that wasn’t too great to begin with, and you’ve humiliated yourself in the ring since A Night to Remember. You’re not the Xavier Cross you think you are, you’re nothing but a broken down whiny has been who should have taken his ball home and spend time with his kid. But you don’t like making things easy. No, you like the pain, don’t you Cross? That’s why last month you brought up your dead wife and started talking about how hard it was to reach where you are right now. You bring up sad, demented things and when somebody like me comes and exposes your pain you feel free and you find purpose one again. You’re a masochist Cross, which is why you put our match in a Cell. You love the pain, you love the emotional struggle you have every time you see me in the ring, hell, you get off to it.
But this Sunday things will be different. While I’m driving my foot into the back of your head, when I shatter your knees and break your neck inside that Cell you won’t feel any satisfaction. You won’t feel a sense of enlightenment and you won’t feel like you did before. The pain you feel every time Charlie Velez walks around with your National Championship…with your Cari…will not be pleasurable. I guarantee to you Xavier that late Sunday night when you’re lying in bed, the pillows drenched in tears and your furniture ruined you will take a moment and think about it. Think about the pain you put yourself through and how it wasn’t worth it. And for what Cross? To defend a woman who you brought into this? If you didn’t mutter her name and looked for sympathy from the nCw audience a month ago…you wouldn’t be in this situation.
You’re a self-destructive man Cross. It’s painful to watch.
This Sunday I don’t want you to go and ask your buddies at The Front Office for help. I’ll tell my boys the Young Guns to stay in the back and watch me as I make an example of you. You’re victim number one Cross, and I’ll gladly cross you off the list and go onto better things after Reborn. I hope you tell your child to not watch this Sunday, and I hope you tell Cari’s family not to expect you to bring their baby home. Things will not end well for you Cross.
I promise.”
Charlie grins, the glow around him and the National Championship getting brighter until all we see is a screen of gold.
Fade out.