Post by Charlie Velez on Jul 9, 2010 12:19:16 GMT -6
Disturbing Thoughts (Part 3)- "Pull the trigger..."
“I really love the shooting range.”
That’s Charlie’s brother, Ryan. He went through a hard break up with a fellow nCw star, Tara Fenix.
“I can see; and they let you come in before anybody?”
“Yeah, I’m good friends with the owner. Remember Johnny Styler, former wrestler?”
“He owns this place?”
“Nah, his father does. He retired from wrestling years ago and decided to work here. We shoot around every morning just to relieve some stress. I mean, ever since Tara broke up with me…”
Charlie sees in his brothers eyes that he’s suffering almost as bad as him. Ryan, though, seems to have found something that makes him happy.
Charlie is all alone.
“So if you want to shoot some rounds, go right ahead. I just have to make this phone call, I’ll be back.”
Ryan hands Charlie the handgun and walks away…but Charlie doesn’t move. He has his eyes set on the gun.
It feels heavy in his hand; heavier than he thought a gun would be anyway. So he grips it tight and aims for the target, positioning it perfectly to hit the target…but he puts it down.
He looks at the gun, and he thinks…this is it. This is what he’s been waiting for, he can do it by himself, right here, right now.
He locks the door and picks up the gun again. He checks if there are any bullets in there, and he puts it to his head.
This is it he thinks…this is where it all ends.
All he has to do is pull the trigger, and the nightmare stops.
But he knows he can’t. Even though the weight of the world is on his shoulders, his friends need him. His family needs him, and even though he can’t admit it…he knows the world needs him.
But at times it can get hard; nobody understands what it takes to take a country out of a depression, while keeping the people around him happy. It’s harder than it sounds…and it sounds hard enough.
So he puts down the gun, and falls to the nearest corner. His shirt gets soak with the rain coming from his eyes, and he curls up into a ball in the corner.
The floor is cold, the room is empty.
Charlie’s alone with his Disturbing Thoughts.
Charlie is outside the shooting range. He’s standing in front of his car, pacing back and forth. It’s a nice car, but like I said, the only thing I know about cars are that they have four wheels. Oh crap, Charlie’s about to speak…
“Words…they’re just a collection of letters. You can put a few sets of letters together, and then you make a sentence. It’s an easy concept…it’s what’s in those sentences though, that makes things interesting. Sometimes you put them together and you make a great point, other times you put them together…and you sound like a moron.
Enter Andrew Jacobsen.
Andrew, do you just talk to fill out the scheduled television time necessary? Listening to you and reading the transcripts of what you said, I just sit there scratching my head. I came in the nCw hearing about your potential, but if what you’re showing me is your potential…then damn, that word just gets thrown around to anybody huh? You even had one of your friends, Emma something or another, messing things up…AND SHE HAS NOTES IN FRONT OF HER. I mean, how do you botch that? You would think that for a big match like this, you would do your research and double check these things…but nah man, you just go out there and talk about something that’s beyond your comprehension. Little AJ, which is now how I will refer to you since you don’t deserve to be called by your real name, just…stop bro. You’re making yourself look stupid.”
Charlie stops pacing and just looks up, shaking his head in disappointment.
“A man gets called ‘The Main Event’ because he only has a couple of Tag title runs…damn. But you know what makes it worse? You respond to me responding something you said…and you tell me that it doesn’t matter to you. What? So it only matters when you bring it up? Proving you wrong is something that I can’t talk about because it doesn’t matter to you? Alright, I get it Little AJ. I haven’t won a World title, and that doesn’t mean anything to-wait…have you won a World title? No, you haven’t? I’m not going to research and check every half bit wrestling fed you’ve ever been in to confirm this, but you haven’t either? So who in the blue hell are you to hold me up to that standard? Even if I haven’t won a World title, I made an impact that you can’t even think about in wrestling; hell without me there might not have been anything for you. I ran that other place, I made it relevant and I changed the industry for the better. You’re not even a footnote in the grand scheme of things; you’re just somebody who decided he wanted to wrestle one day.
Wrestling has been in my blood for years; I’m no actor. But even with that Little AJ, I have a life. I have my problems, and I also have the cameras that follow me around. This isn’t a television show, but I have things going on in my life that you can’t understand. Success, success like you’ve never had, takes a toll on people like me. You can’t tell me you would handle them differently…because you have no idea how it feels. But that’s beside the point; we’re here to talk about our wrestling match this Sunday, and the National Championship that will be on the line.
Little AJ, I can’t take you seriously. No matter what you could do; hell you can get a badass tattoo and win fifty matches in a row, but you’re still just a boy in the man’s world. You claim that you’re a wrestler, but are you really? You don’t look like a wrestler; you don’t act like a wrestler, and hell you don’t talk like a wrestler. You sound like a little boy who just picked up his first set of weights and balls have dropped; you’re talking about things you don’t understand. At Picture Perfect you’re finally getting into the ring with me; after months of calling me out and challenging me, coming out and defend a woman who hasn’t even thanked you for standing up for her, you finally get your shot. This is your time Little AJ, your time to shine and prove me wrong. This is the test, but the problem here is that nobody has given you a cheat sheet. You didn’t study hard enough because you were too busy playing video games or getting drunk, because you’re a child. You kick and scream when things don’t go your way, and when somebody tries to explain things to you…you whine and don’t take the advice. This was me being nice to you Little AJ; I didn’t have to do this for you, but I decided I should give a helping hand to a guy who had potential. And you’re ****ting all over it. I would have gone easy on you, let you get some shots in, but you know what? I’m going to punch your face in.
I’m going to make you cry.
Defending my National Championship will be icing on the cake. This isn’t the biggest title I’ve held man; but that’s a story for another time, and with respect to Mr. Fox I won’t get into that. The National Championship, it’s something I cherish. I won this title when people were telling me I was just a reject from that old company, and how I couldn’t catch the glory days again. The National Title is nice…but I know I have my eyes set on more. The National Title is a stepping stone for wrestlers, and I’m right there for the next step and you Little AJ? Nah, you’re on the wrong flight of stairs.
Nothing will be more Picture Perfect when we step into the ring, Little AJ. You’re good, I’ve never disputed your abilities, but you’re too young, too green to understand what it takes to win a match. You think being the good guy works, being truthful and honest with the fans is the way to go…nah man. You’ll find out that the fans don’t really care about you, that the moment you decide to do what you want, that goes against the ‘norm’ they’ll boo you. They’ll forget about all the great things you did, or how great you are in the ring. They’ll just boo you for no real reason, even though you acted like the good guy before. Little AJ, you could be a future World Champion.
But you need to get your foot out of your mouth.
This Sunday I will prove to the world that I am the greatest wrestler in the world today, and that little punks like you who’s loaded with ‘potential’ will flame out when the competition gets too big. This is the biggest match of your life Little AJ; you might play it off like some other match, but this is the match that makes or breaks your career. You can go in there, and look like the star we all expected you to look like…but it’s more likely that you’ll leave looking like a fool. Take my words of advice and
Thank Me Later.”
Fade out.
He watches his brother empty the clip on a piece of paper.
Each shot stopping his heartbeat temporarily.
Each shot seems sweeter than the rest…
Almost like music to his ears.
End.