Post by Charlie Velez on Aug 9, 2010 12:57:10 GMT -6
feelings [fee-ling]–noun the general state of consciousness considered independently of particular sensations, thoughts, etc.
Charlie Velez couldn’t get home last night. He was too busy celebrating with his Young Gun brothers after their huge Tag Team Title win. It was a huge party, fans and everybody within a ten mile radius was invited, and the party ended when people couldn’t stand anymore.
It was about five in the morning until the final person dropped and the party ended. Charlie just booked a room in one of his hotels near the club, and slept there for the night.
He would still be asleep if it wasn’t for the sound of his cellphone ringing. It was his wife, probably wondering where he is. But he just pressed the ignore button and went back to sleep. He really can’t be bothered with the lack of sleep he’s been having lately…
So when he closes his eyes he goes back into his dream world; things are calm in this world, no fighting or chaos or anything evil…it’s just Charlie, sitting on a beach with his wife and kids looking out at the sunset. Much different than it was a few months ago when he dreamt of everybody murdering him, things are different. His dreams are calmer…
…but his reality? It’s been getting worse. The road is splitting him and his wife apart; there’s not a week where Charlie doesn’t a couple of days away from home, missing all the little things like Nicholas’ first sentences, and not going shopping for Jonathan’s first days of school. He’s missing out on big moments of his children’s life…
For a wrestling ring. A wrestling ring that takes away more than it gives; body muscles ache every day and the pain in his neck comes back with every simple movement he makes. Then there are the fans, who boo him no matter how hard he tries. He will always underappreciated, and while it doesn’t really bother him it does get to him. Imagine being hated for just doing your job better than the rest.
And now add that to a crumbling economy that you’re supposed to contain. Yes, Velez Industries has pulled many people out of this economic downturn, but at the same time people are still losing jobs. The economy right now, to be blunt, is a piece of ****.
So if he had to choose, why wouldn’t he live in his dream world? The nice, cool simple world where all the problems don’t exist, and the hardest question he has to answer is what pair of shoes he needs to wear. Charlie Velez doesn’t want to wake up.
He wants to stay here, in his dream, forever.
The scene is set later that day, Charlie Velez sitting on the corner of his bed, hand running across his forehead. He seems to have just woken up, the blanket covering his lower half, though you can tell he’s wearing underwear under there. The hand that he has run through his forehead he puts down next to his legs on the bed, and he stares into the camera.
“Crazy night…crazy times. When you live the life that I live there’s always nights like this. People partying their heads off, loud music pounding into the back of your head, this is common to me. Just like these crazy nights are, success is common to me and my Young Gun brothers. Last night we took some more gold and added it to our gallery, as Venom and Doc captured the Tag Team Championships from Will Washington and Ian Kline. They earned those titles, and they’re going to defend those titles with their lives. JFK is the next domino to follow, when he beats the Stupid Clown Bastard and wins the X-Division title. We’ve already taken over the nCw, and now we’re going to hold it tight with the golden fist. Just like I’ve been saying since we got here, when we came together, I said that the Young Guns will run rampant and take control of the nCw. I’m a man of my word, I never lie…and this is another promise…
I will defeat Reckless Jack.
What, you’re shocked? You’re surprised that I think I can beat Jack? Heh, I’ve beaten Brad Kane before…and that’s just Reckless Jack with a name change. I’ve pinned his shoulders to the mat, and I’ve held my hands up in victory. What does Jack have against me? He’s going to gloat about an unimpressive World title run? Is he going to point out that he’s been in the wrestling business for years and that he’s won so many championships that overshadow my accomplishments? Good. I want him to. I want him to gloat about all those things, bring up the fact that I never won the world title, the fact that I’ve never been known as ‘the man’ in any company I’ve been in. I need him to do that…just so I can point and laugh. Even with all of those accomplishments, the feathers in his cap, he knows that I’m better than him. With all that, he still doesn’t hold a pinfall victory over me, and if he does…pfft, it wasn’t impressive enough to remember.”
Charlie rubs his eyes, getting all that morning crust out, as he stands up and walks over to the dresser to check out his phone. He reads something and shakes his head, before walking over to the balcony. He stands in front of the glass door, looking out.
“Reckless Jack, I know you’re watching this, and I know you’re listening to everything I say closely. You want to dissect my words just so you can come back with your own witty comebacks. But you can’t dispute facts. Yes, I admit you’re a former World Champion. But in this exact moment, who is the better wrestler? Is it you, the man who lost his championship to the embarrassment waste of space Phillip Burns, is it me, Charlie Velez, the man who has run wild over the nCw? Think about it hard Jack, because I know how you’re feeling. I know you want to pick yourself, you know the biased opinion, but with all of that aside…do you really think you’re better than me? Do you think that you can take me on, and have a legit shot at beating me? Nah Jack…you can’t be that stupid. You can’t be that blind when the facts are right in front of you…I’m better than you. You have a lot of money, I have more. You have a hot wife, I have a hotter one. You’re a good wrestler…
I’m the best wrestler.
So it’s not just me tooting my horn, it’s just me showing you how things work. The better person, whether it be in glass or skill…they always win. There might be a rare case when somebody of lesser skill comes out on top, but like I said, it’s rare. It’s almost impossible, and in this case it’s unthinkable. I’m at the top of the Power Rankings for a reason; not just because I’m cute and have a lot of money, no, it’s because I’ve run the course and been the best wrestler ever since I stepped foot into the nCw locker room. I know you were one of them, Jack. I know you were one of the men who were taking deep breaths, almost having a heart attack when you heard the news. I do that to people, I put asses in seats, I put careers in doubt. ‘Why do I keep trying, I’ll never be better than Charlie Velez!’ it’s something I hear man. I know that it’s run through your head; I see it in your eyes when we’re in the ring together. I hear it in your voice when you utter my name. You’re afraid of me.
Just like you should be.”
Charlie looks down letting those words sit for a bit. He grins at the thought; knowing though that Reckless Jack is….reckless.
“You should fear what I can do, because look at what I’ve done to the people who stepped in front of me. Look at what I did to Xavier Cross, a partner of mine in the Front Office. Look at what I did to your little Revolution member, Andrew Jacobsen. Mike Machado, do you remember him?
Exactly.
I make people reconsider their life choices, make them really wonder if they picked the right career path. It’s simple Jack, I don’t like you. You believe things that I don’t believe in, you gloat about the stuff you hide into your pants and the size of your wife’s breasts. You’re part of the Revolution, a group of people opposing me. You’re the opposite of me Jack; you’re dirty and nasty looking, the things you say are vulgar, and your wrestling beliefs differ from mine. I’ve never liked you, and nothing will satisfy me even more than beating you to a bloody pulp on pay per view, at the big stage. I’ve already beaten Andrew Jacobsen. You’re just next in line. Falcon can gloat about pinning somebody else and ‘beating me’ and Adam Knite can totally ignore me and have his focus on Steve Awesome, but I’m coming for every one of you. You all oppose the Front Office, go against Leonard Fox’s wishes and think that you’re doing right for this company. You’re not, you’re what’s wrong with the nCw, and The Front Office and the Young Guns…well we’re together to fix that. You’ve all taken a bite from the hand that feeds you…
Be prepared for that hand to slap you across the face.
Reckless Jack, the times are changing. The way you used to do things…nah, they’re different now. You’re no better than the janitor, let alone allowed to be in the same ring as me. I’ll break you. I’ll hurt you. I’ll make you cry. Why? Because you’re part of the Revolution? Because you’re my opponent this Sunday? Nah…just because I can.”
Charlie turns his head, looking at the camera, smiling.
“When you realize that your chances of beating me is slim to none…”
Charlie’s phone rings. It’s his wife again. He rolls his eyes.
“Thank Me Later.”
He picks up his phone and goes out onto the balcony so nobody can hear the conversation….
She didn’t know where he was…she just wanted to know.
He didn’t feel like telling her…not because he has anything to hide, just because…
He doesn’t know why. Things seem to be different, they’re constantly fighting, always getting into each other’s faces. Their anniversary from a month ago seems so long…the feelings are still there, he thinks.
But he doesn’t know. Maybe he’s just tired of the same routine every day, but that just seems like an excuse more than anything.
He still loves her…right?
He doesn’t know; the only thing he does know is that this pain is unbearable, this secret he’s hiding of being…suicidal, I suppose, is taking a toll on him, and he doesn’t need this added pressure.
He needs his release.
He needs to end it all.
He should really see the signs of madness around him…
And realize this is just a warning.