Post by Charlie Velez on Jun 4, 2010 20:18:54 GMT -6
Drake, “Show Me a Good Time”- “Call me overrated or creative or too jaded, because any way you put it bitch I made it!"
The bright lights of the nightclub reflect off the champagne bottles, as the camera pans around looking at the spectacle created in the nightclub. We see some familiar faces, some wrestlers, some just celebrities having a good time. We circle around the club, until we get to a special suite, occupied by who else? The creators of this party, the Young Guns. Charlie, JFK, and Venom sit around with their arms wrapped around their women, as Doc sits at the edge of the table, sitting around observing the place.
Doc: “I’m telling you man, this is pretty amazing. How did you get all of these people?”
JFK: “Come on Doc, you really think it’s hard for us to fill a room with people? Just say we’re going to be there…and just watch the ants run towards the sugar.”
Venom: “That’s a pretty dumb question Doc. I mean, I think we should be more concerned with what Charlie is wearing. Did you see that?”
The three of them laugh at the suspense at Charlie, who just shakes his head. His wife rubs his back and Charlie sits up straight revealing a t-shirt that says “Seth Evans is my Homeboy”.
JFK: “Jesus Charlie, where did you get that trash from? Some hobo on the street?”
Charlie: “Nah that Seth Evans kid and I had a game of Scrabble and if I lost I’d have to wear this shirt for a week. Who knew that 'Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis” was an actual word?
Doc: “If you used me as a lifeline I would have told you that.”
Venom: “Duh, everybody knows that.”
Charlie: “Shouldn't you be in the corner or something with a dunce hat on your head?”
Venom: “Is Little AJ around? I don’t want him to see me without it!”
The group laughs, relaxing before their big battles on Sunday.
JFK: “So Charles, are you ready to enter that Cell?”
Charlie: “Come on James, are you really asking me that?”
JFK: “I’m just seeing if you’re mentally prepared man. Xavier Cross is…what’s your problem?”
JFK looks down at his wife, Christina Karn, who is latched on his arm, her leg shaking.
Christina: “Come on James! I’ve been working all week, I just want to get out there and dance, not talk about wrestling! I spend all day hearing about it from you…”
Tracy (Venom’s wife): “Yeah come on Vic, let’s go out there and bust some moves. Shake our groove things!”
Venom: “Please…never say that again.”
The group just laughs as Venom and JFK walk up and leaving with their wives, of course after giving their fellow Young Guns a pound and a goodbye. Doc sits there twiddling his thumbs, looking around at everything until his phone rings.
Doc: “I got to take this, be right back.”
Charlie gives his Young Gun brother a salute, living just him and his wife Annette alone in the booth.
Charlie: “Having a good time?”
Annette: “Anytime that I’m not stuck at home with the kids is a good time. Just love to kick loose every once and a while, you know what I mean?”
Charlie: “Yeah I know…”
Charlie smiles, as the nCw audience is seeing a new side to their most hated wrestler. Charlie scoots closer to his wife, placing his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. The two of them just lay in the booth together, Charlie’s head resting on top of hers. They are, however, interrupted by nCw owner, Leonard Fox. Charlie doesn’t move, just widens his eyes as he sees the company’s owner walk in.
Leonard: “Mr. Velez! Nice to see you here. And who might this pretty lady be?”
Charlie: “My wife, Mr. Fox. Annette, this is the owner of the nCw, Leonard Fox.”
Annette: “Nice to meet you, Charlie tells me that you two have been talking about-“
Annette and Leonard Fox share a handshake, but before Annette could finish her sentence Fox interrupts her.
Leonard: “Big things, big things! Don’t want to give that stuff away on free television. I just came here to say that this was a great idea by you boys, people love it!”
Charlie: “Why thank you Mr. Fox, anything that’s good for business is good for us, right?”
Leonard: “That’s the spirit! Oh I have to get back downstairs, I hear Betty White is arriving soon, have to get an autograph before the rest of them! See you later Charlie! Nice meeting you Annette!”
Leonard jogs off screen, Charlie and Annette waving him goodbye.
Annette: “He seems like a nice guy.”
Charlie: “He’s alright. Good owner though, I could learn a thing or two from him.”
The lights flicker, as “Shut It Down” by Drake ft. The Dream is played in the night club. Charlie stands up, holding his wife’s hand.
Charlie: “So what do you say, do you want to go out there and…what did Tracy say? ‘Shake out groove things’?”
Annette laughs, shaking her head as she softly pulls Charlie down to sit next to her. .
Annette: “No, no…I’ve been on my feet all week chasing around your kids. Let the babysitter be on her feet all night chasing Jonathan around. I think I would just like to lie back…”
She lies back, but into the chest of her husband Charlie. She scoots closer, moving her legs on top of Charlie’s sitting on his lap. She places her hand on Charlie’s cheek, rubbing it and moving in closer. .
Annette: “And enjoy the view.”
She plants a kiss on Charlie and he plants one back, moving her hair out of the way. He leans forward and the two lie their heads down on the seat, Charlie moving his head to her chest before looking back up at her.
Charlie:“You’re so beautiful.”
Before she could respond he leans in, giving her another kiss. The two go at it and we see Doc begin to step back into the suite, but he stops and thinks better of it.
Doc:“I’ll leave you two alone…”
He gives Charlie thumbs up, but Charlie ignores him and continues to plant kisses on his wife who kisses him right back.
For the first time since joining the nCw, we see a happy Charlie Velez, a Charlie Velez who isn’t complaining about the people who disrespect him, and the Charlie Velez who isn’t self cautious about what the nCw fans or wrestlers thinks of him.
He’s not bragging. He’s not showing off his championship belt. He’s just there with the woman he loves. Sharing the moment.
“I feel like when she moves – the time doesn’t.”
We’re at a new scene, we see Charlie Velez leaning over his balcony looking at the New York skyline at night, a class of win in his hand. The camera pans over and we see his wife sleeping in the bed, cozy as can be, but Charlie looks like a wreck. He’s thinking of something, and it’s eating away at him. He has to get it off of his chest.
“Sunday night…the night lives change. This Sunday night people will get rid of their old selves and become new men…they’ll be Reborn.
Heh…you see what I did there? That’s the name of the pay per view and I…”
Charlie doesn’t bother finishing that sentence. Either he’s mad that he made a stupid joke or just tired from the events before, he wipes his brow and takes a deep breath. He continues.
“Xavier Cross seems to be a quiet boy this week, either he’s training hard or he’s scared of me or something…I don’t know…it’s this eerie silence, I mean I have to do three of these things, right? And I have nothing to work with, I’m stressed out because it’s hard to promote a match by yourself…you run out of things to say, you just start pulling things out of your ass and you start saying stupid things. Is this Cross’ plan? Nah…can’t be, he’s not clever enough for that.
Xavier Cross is an interesting breed. When I came here he had the respect f the boys in the back, they knew what he went through and how he battled hard to get to where he was. He was respected by the wrestlers, but more importantly he was loved by the fans. People always came in wearing Cross t-shirts and little kids held up Cross signs, they loved Xavier Cross. When he announced that he was going to retire fans mourned and wrestlers in the back were afraid of a life without him. Xavier Cross had an influence here in making the nCw what it was today, but you know what? That’s not the same Xavier Cross. That all happened before he stepped into the ring with me. I changed him. I ruined his life. Wrestlers now don’t respect his actions that he took against me, joining sides with Leonard Fox just to get his revenge towards me. Fans don’t like Cross anymore; those t-shirts they had are now stored in their dresser underneath their Joe Everyman and Seth Evans t-shirts.”
Charlie shudders, thinking about wearing a Seth Evans t-shirt again.
“So they hate the man that I created, and that seems like a reoccurring theme here in the nCw. Since I came here the wrestlers in the back knew what I did in the past, but they said I had to prove it here in the nCw. They knew my past accomplishments but saw them as nothing more than me bragging, so they just told me I need to prove myself. So what do I do? I took out their locker room buddy and took his championship. What happened? They still don’t like me. They tell me I still have to prove myself and that my championship means nothing because the people who held it before are nobodies, losers, or wrestlers who never accomplished anything afterwards. What do I have to do to gain their respect? What…do I have to do?”
Charlie head sinks down. He breathes heavily, almost as if he’s crying. That’s not the case though, as he lifts his head slowly up, showing the camera his smile.
“I don’t care about their respect. Haters are always going to hate, and if they want to still hate me…so beat it. They can call me whatever they want.
Call me overrated or creative or too jaded, because any way you put it bitch I made it! I made it here in the nCw and I won a championship. I’ve already competed in main events and I’ve already won championships at pay per views, and this Sunday I will win again and destroy the already tainted legacy of Xavier Cross. You people want to throw rocks when you live in glasses houses; you point out my flaws but you people are no better. You guys have relationships problems and family issues, but me? My biggest problem is that I don’t know which watch looks best with my suits. I sometimes have problems deciding what cereal I want in the morning, but if we talked about the problems running here in the nCw we would be here for days and never come up to me. Am I egotistical? You bet your ass that I am and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m the best wrestler this company has to offer, the fans know it, Leonard Fox knows it, the wrestlers in the back know it, and most importantly Xavier Cross knows it.
And that’s one of the differences between you and I Cross. You say that you’re the best or that you’re fairly good, and there’s this cloud of doubt around it. There’s this sense that you’re not really speaking the truth. When I say I’m the best I have people coming at me screaming that I’m just a cocky asshole and I need to prove myself, but what have I done since I got here? I could be repeating myself all I want but I have to get it through your thick skulls that I’m on pace to take over this company in a few short weeks something it took people like Adam Knite and Angel months to do. Hell, it took Xavier Cross years to get what I got in a few months, so what does that say?
It says that I’m everything I said I am. That when I call myself the best in the world, it’s because I actually am. Xavier Cross knows this too well. I didn’t just defeat him at A Night to Remember. People like to gloss over this fact, and sure it was against my Young Gun partner Venom, but so what? He craves to be in the spot I am now, and he wouldn’t have hesitated to take me down. I beat two of the best in the game at the same time and started my dominance here in the nCw. I’ve made wrestlers have emotional breakdowns and I’ve broken enough bones to make a name for myself. Who cares what Xavier Cross has to say? He hasn’t said anything so far, so what’s going to change if he does? Nothing, nada, not a *** damn thing.
Xavier Cross wishes he had the things I had, you can see it in his beady little eyes. I have a beautiful wife and two beautiful children. I have more money than he’s ever seen in his life and I have a championship he once held. My real life is better than his dreams are, and at Reborn he’s going to realize this. When we get into that cell and I toss him around like a rag doll and beat some sense into the boy Xavier Cross will crawl back to the back and curl up into a ball and just roll the hell away from me and the nCw. I told Cross a month ago that when I beat him at A Night to Remember that he’ll wish he’d retired, and at Reborn I will remind him of the fact. He’s going to have to live watching me carry around the championship that reminds him of his wife, and all that crap.
Our journey ends at Reborn Cross, because when I beat you there’s not going to be a way to slice it. What could you possibly say? You got unlucky twice? No, luck is for losers. The wrestling ring is always determined by the best, and when I beat you again I just want you to lay back and appreciate my skills, and that I only beat you down to teach you a lesson, I want you to sit back and think about this only to
Thank Me Later.”
Charlie smiles and walks back and into his room. We see his wife wake up and smile at him, but Charlie crawls into bed…and we fade out.
The white room is blinding. It’s in the morning, and we see two little kids sitting at the table, one at the age of four and the other at the age of two. They’re brothers, playing at the breakfast table, as their daddy is behind them making breakfast. He flips some pancakes on the pan and waits a few moments before flipping them. He puts them on the plate and turns around putting it on the table. The father puts to pancakes on both of his kids plates, cutting them all into pieces to make it easier for the kids to eat. We see the mother, just waking up as she’s in pajamas, walking out of her room walking towards the kitchen and the table. The two boys are in joy seeing their mommy, who gives them good morning kisses. The husband sits there smiling at his wife who smiles back, the two remembering the night they spent together. The camera begins to pan back, the all white room being the perfect frame for the family. From far away we see the father, in a light we’ve rarely seen him before.
Happy.
Happy.