Post by Charlie Velez on Jul 8, 2010 12:42:40 GMT -6
Disturbing Thoughts (Part 2): “It’s a long way to the top…”
It’s a long way down from here.
One of the largest buildings in the world, the Velez Enterprise is. It would be a damn shame if somebody fell all the way down and died.
It could look like an accident though. He has enough money to hide this all from the public, to make it seem like an accident. It could be so easy; his public relations people would never want the news to leak.
It could just be so easy.
Standing at the edge between pain and happiness, and all it takes is a step to change everything.
He could do it. It’d be so easy.
But he has to take this phone call from his wife first.
“Hey babe, how’s your day going?”
She tells him that she’s doing fine. She’s pretty busy with the two kids, but his mother is coming to help. Which is always fun, of course.
“That’s good. Tell my mom to bring some of those empanadas, I haven’t had them in such a long time.”
The tone in his voice hides the feelings he just had a few moments before the call. He’s wearing a disguise; a mask to all of his friends so they don’t know what’s really going on.
Not even his wife knows what he’s going through; she just thinks he’s the man that he’s always been.
They tell each other that they love each other, and hang up the phone. She has no idea what’s been going through his mind. He sits on the edge with his back turned, thinking it would be better if he waited to do this another time instead.
His wife, his friends, his family…they don’t know what it’s like to carry the world on his shoulders, and he’ll never tell them how it’s like. So while he’s with them, he’s the same old Charlie Velez; the brash, young, confident individual that the nCw fans have learned to hate.
But when he’s alone, his confidence shrinks. He feels old and the chance of failure eats away at him every waking moment. He doesn’t know the importance he has to his peers, and if he does, it doesn’t seem to matter to him.
He’s just alone
With his Disturbing Thoughts.
We see Charlie Velez sitting at the top of his empire, the city of Chicago the backdrop to a beautiful scene. The sun is rising, the streets are filled with people heading to work, and air is breezing nicely in the wind. Charlie sits there, arms resting on his thighs, his head cocked up staring at the camera. For some reason he’s smiling and he begins to speak.
“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…you talk a lot. I mean, man, I thought I didn’t shut the hell up but damn…you’re something else man. You’re getting almost as bad as me! I mean jeez, maybe soon enough you’ll have all the haters ready to kill you or something…”
Charlie laughs to himself at the thought.
“I’m a coward…that’s cute, Andrew. Where did you get that, from the book of ‘What Everybody Else Has Been Saying’, or did you come up with that yourself? A coward…wow, I mean I didn’t think I’d hear somebody call me that for at least another ten minutes, but you got in before that so congrats. Want a cookie? I just find it funny Andrew that you call me a coward because I attacked you before our match while two weeks ago, after my match with Gabriel Karras, you came into the ring accepted my challenge and while in the middle of my speech you slapped me…and then ran away. It was retaliation son, and I told you that I would get you back for it, so what’s with the name calling? I mean if what I did makes me a coward, what does running away after a cheap slap make you?
Something I can’t say on television.”
Charlie stands up from the ledge and looks out to the sun rise. He takes out a pair of sunglasses from his coat pocket, and puts them on. You can kind of hear the scream from The Who…but that’s a different show.
“I mean I can go on and until I’m blue in the face, but that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Andrew Jacobsen, you do still need to establish yourself here. You’ve beaten World Champions here; so have I. You’ve won titles here; hell, I won a title in my first opportunity in this company. You bring up that I lost to Rob Diamond and you beat him…big whoop. Even after Rob Diamond beat me he told everybody that I was one of the best wrestlers in this company, and you? He sees you as nothing more than a joke. Because that’s what you are Andrew, you’re a joke with the same punch line as everybody else in the nCw. I’m a special breed; when opponents defeat me they gloat because I’m a big deal. They beat you…hell, it’s the same as beating any other wrestler. You’re nothing special and hell with a mouth like yours you never will be. But there was something Andrew…that really shocked me.”
Charlie rubs his forehead, still in disbelief what he heard Andrew say earlier.
“I only won a couple of Tag Titles in that ‘dead organization’? Jeez man…do you do your homework? I apologize to Leonard Fox because I promised him that I wouldn’t bring it up again, but come on man. You’re dumber than you look man; I RAN that organization. People tried to be like Charlie Velez in that old company; I had more title runs then I can count, I stole more shows than you’ve ever heard of, and I had more rivalries that makes the things you see here look elementary. I have won more gold that Fort Knox is calling me asking if I stole from them. Seriously Andrew? Your big, heart breaking insult to me was that, you misinformed little piece of trash? If that’s all you got please don’t even bother coming this Sunday at Picture Perfect. If you can’t even get the basic things right, how are you going to beat me in the ring? You know nothing about me, and you’re obviously too stupid to ever learn anything about me, so how are you going to train? How are you going to pin me to the mat when you don’t even know the moves that I do? Let me guess, you think I jump around the ring doing back flips and stuff right? Or no, I bet you think that I’m going to toss you around the ring like a ragdoll and step on your chest because I’m a huge giant, right? Andrew please…
Get a clue.”
Charlie sits back down; shaking his head at the things he’s heard.
“You’re never going to understand me Andrew, because you’ll never get to level. You see, I’ve been in your shoes before, I was the little engine that could and the one with all the potential. But you know what I did, Andrew? I took off those shoes and bought a fresh pair of Jordan’s, and just like Jordan I decided to run this town. I made myself the best, and when I did it I changed a company. I put that company where I ‘only won a couple of tag titles in’ and I made it bigger than you can imagine; I put them on the map and some of the best wrestlers in the day can attest to that. Steve Awesome, ‘The Face of the Franchise’? If you’re ever allowed to breathe the same air as him, he’ll tell you that. The Brothers Holland, nCw Hall of Famers? Ha, they’ll know about it too. You can give me your best Andrew, but your best isn’t good enough.
And I really wouldn’t be bragging about being Venom and Doc; you beat a guy who a career threatening head condition and the other one with problems of his own. So you got lucky twice, nice. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once and a while. That squirrel also walks into oncoming traffic and gets run over by a big truck and…well, I’m pretty sure you can put that together, right?”
Charlie shrugs his shoulders, because sometimes he wonders if people get what he means…
“Andrew, I can go on all day telling you how you’re not good enough or how you’re too stupid to learn anything, but I’m going to end this right now. I’m going to tell you that this Sunday at Picture Perfect is the first day at class. I’m going to teach you the important lessons in life; and that’s not to mess with somebody superior to you. You can tell me you’re good Andrew, but you know what? I’m not impressed. I decided to give you a shot when I put out this challenge for you, and I regret giving the airtime to a little kid who doesn’t seem to get it. A little kid who doesn’t get that this is the big leagues, that stuff you used to do to your other opponents…nah, it doesn’t work man. I’m still relatively new here in the nCw, but like you’ve noted, I’m a veteran in the ring. I know, and I do things that you can’t even think about doing. Andrew, I’ve forgotten more than you’ve ever learned. Picture Perfect will not be good for you man…but maybe you’ll learn something. If you do just
Thank Me Later.”
Charlie stands up and just walks off the screen.
The man that we saw on screen isn’t the man who sits in this office right now, reading his work papers.
He can barely read what’s in front of him; just a bunch of numbers and dollar signs. They all seem good to him on the outside, but on the inside…
He looks out the window. He’s a long way from the bottom…
He would love to fly away.
End.