Post by Charlie Velez on Jul 6, 2010 14:11:15 GMT -6
Disturbing Thoughts (Part 1): "The Kids are Alright"
His father was shot down by these people a year ago.
An innocent man; a man who did the best for his community, who believed in the Lord and Savior and only did good for his family, shot by a fellow man.
Charlie Velez looks at these people, the people he’s pulled out of this economic depression, and wonders if they can do the same to him.
Shoot him down, and end everything.
The pressure is immense; it weighs on his mind every minute of every day, the possibility of being taken down like his father was. He has more fame than his father ever did…which makes him a bigger target.
Charlie could end it all now though. He’s controlling the vehicle; if he wanted to he can just steer off and crash into a nearby building.
This pain, this suffering called fame he’s been going through can’t be understood by his friends or peers. They look at Charlie and see a successful man who has everything. He does have everything…
Including the weight of the world on his shoulders. The pressure of being number one at any costs; even if he squashes a fellow man in the process. It doesn’t sit well with Charlie, it never did.
So here he is, at the red light. He can make the easy decision and just drive his car into the oncoming traffic, ending it all right now. People will mourn, but he will have the weight lifted off his shoulders.
He lightly places his foot over the gas, ready to accelerate into the traffic and end it all…
But a look in the rearview mirror stops him. He remembers that he has both of his children in the back, and no matter how bad he wants to end it…he shouldn’t take them with him.
So he waits. Light turns green. He makes his right turn, and he proceeds to drop his kids off at the day care. And there they are- the vermin flashes pictures and ask stupid questions. The vermin scare his children; the thing he that he hates the most is when they scare his children.
He gives them an evil glare the whole way as he drops his kids off. Hugs and kisses are shared, and Charlie goes back to the crowd of people. The flashing lights almost blinding him when he steps into his car. He gives a courteous wave, not really showing his true feelings on the matter.
He drives off, away from them and is stopped by the bright red light.
He sinks his head into the steering wheel.
He’s in pain, and nobody else knows it. It’s just him…
And his Disturbing Thoughts.
We open up to a scene in Charlie’s office. He’s staring out the window, looking down at the city that loves him in so many ways. He’s wearing his suit; his back is turned away from the camera. Charlie studies the city and every little imperfection, and in his mind thinks of ways he could fix them. He shakes his head though, and slowly turns around.
“Success…that’s the only thing I want in my life. I want to be successful so bad that the thought of failure…it…”
Charlie stops and tries to think of a better word, but he can’t seem to come up with it.
“It drives me mad.
I’m fueled by success, and I will go out of my way to be successful at any costs. My house, my building…my life, it’s all through the success that I worked hard for and took time to achieve. It’s nothing more than me trying my best, because that’s what I grew up on. My father always taught me that life isn’t worth living if you’re not the best, so why try for anything less?
This brings me…to my wrestling career…”
Charlie grabs a seat in front of his desk.
“Will Washington, my opponent from last week, brought up a good point. Who have I beaten since I got here in the nCw? I beat Xavier Cross yes…and he seems to have gone on the other side of sanity, but who else? Will, you’ve been in the nCw for a while and you’ve made a name for yourself. A Gladiator. You have gone through the big dogs here in the nCw, and you’ve proven you deserve to be where you are. Me? I’m the National Champion, yes…but what have I done? What have I done to separate myself from the rest of you; to stand out to be as extraordinary? Not much, this is why this Sunday…is a big night for me.
Andrew Jacobsen, a man that has put a target on my back since I formed the Young Guns. He put a hit on every one of us, and has beaten two of us…and now he’s putting his sights on me. He wants my National Championship, and I accept all challengers. Andrew is a rising star here in the nCw; I hear everywhere that this is his big shot, the shot that he has been waiting for to make a name for himself. This is the big time for Andrew Jacobsen that he needs this win to establish himself as a legit force here in the nCw. A couple of weeks ago he had a match against the World Champion that ended when they both showed respect for each other, and decided to join forces against the Front Office/Young Guns. So he has the respect of the World Champion. Since I’ve gotten here I’ve heard about how Andrew Jacobsen is a future World Champion, that he just needs the right opportunity to prove it to everybody. I’m his shot. Facing Charlie Velez in the ring and defeating me would put Andrew Jacobsen on the map, make him relevant in the nCw world and make him a force to be reckoned with. Andrew needs to beat me…
But I need to beat him even more.
Can you imagine what would happen if Andrew Jacobsen, the little engine that could, finally rises to the top…at my expense? All my hard work, all the time and effort I put into my work would be put to waste…because some little boy decided to finally show up and realize his potential. I’m sorry Andrew, but this is just going to be another night of disappointment at Picture Perfect; I will not allow myself to fall to you, I will not be the stepping stone you need more than anything. Charlie Velez, he stands on a planet of his own; the only people who can interact or be in my universe are the ones I allow. You Andrew? Nah, you’re talented but you’re not good enough, and that will be your flaw.
Like I said, we kept hearing about how Andrew Jacobsen just needs to get his shot and he will prove to be a star. Maybe, just maybe…you’re not that good Andrew. Maybe you’re just a bust, a prospect who can never make it to the big leagues. You have the tools, you have the potential, and hell you even have the look of a superstar, but you can’t just put it together. There’s a reason why you keep choking at every chance you get, why you drop the ball every time it’s thrown to you.
You’re just not good enough.
Me on the other hand? Well, I might have never beaten a superstar here in the nCw…no Adam Knite, or Steve Awesome, or Angel…but I’m up there with them already. I’m considered in their status, I’m on their cloud looking down at people like you. I’m in the big leagues boy, you’re just mudding around in the minors trying to figure yourself out. People like Adam Knite hate me, but they also respect me. Rob Diamond might have beaten me and continues to talk trash, but he also praises my work ethic. He touts victory against me like he just won the World title; what does that say?
I’m a big deal Andrew, and losing to you…hell, it’s just not plausible. It’s not in my future, it’s not a possibility. I’ve told you this a million times, you’re good Andrew. You’re very good, you’re talented and you have a good look to you. But no matter how much you try, how much you try to improve your ring work, or how you try to sharpen up your promo skills, or how many times you get a fake tan to make you look better, you will never…EVER be as good as me.
I can go through all the compliments again. “I’m the best thing since sliced bread…” “I’m cooler than the other side of the pillow…” “People stop to take pictures of me…” I can exhaust myself with all of that. But I don’t need to. And you don’t need to hear them, because you already know it’s true. It’s going to take you a while to admit it Andrew…but when you do…
Thank Me Later.”
Fade out.
He takes the long way to the daycare, trying to avoid the vermin.
He can’t though, they know every way he goes, every shortcuts he takes and all the ones he doesn’t know about.
They’re always ready to pounce and blind him with the flashing lights. They are always there.
But maybe soon he won’t be.
End.