Post by Charlie Velez on Aug 14, 2010 8:54:25 GMT -6
They’re both in tears. Everything that they own is on the floor, destroyed to pieces. We never saw it get there…
But we can figure out how it got there.
“I don’t want you to go…”
“Do you think I WANT to go? I don’t want to leave right now either Charlie, but look at you. Look at everything you’ve been putting this family through; you’re being selfish, you’re only thinking about yourself.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to leave…”
She holds back what she really wants to say. She’s furious with that response, but doesn’t want to lose her cool like somebody else just did…she recollects her thoughts before responding.
“Charlie, I don’t want to leave. But look at everything around you, do you think this is safe for your wife and two children? They have a future Charlie…I don’t want to see their daddy act like this. They need to go somewhere safe….I’m going to be staying with my mother for a bit. You need to figure things out Charlie, and maybe I’m standing in the way of that.”
He can’t respond to something like that. He doesn’t want her to leave, but he doesn’t want to hurt her or his children…he just sits down on his destruction and thinks. She walks up and tries to comfort him, but he just turns away. He can’t look at her, not because he doesn’t love her, that will always be there…he’s just not thinking straight.
“I know the man I love is still in there.”
She leans in, giving him a kiss on his cheek. His eyes close, taking in a deep breath feeling all these emotions run through his body. But he doesn’t look at her. He just stares down, while she slowly backs away. He doesn’t look at her one last time, as she goes through the door…and leaves.
Tears run down his face, but that’s all the emotion he shows on camera. Inside there’s a lot more going on…but he’s always learned to never show that you’re weak.
There’s a lot more going on, we just don’t know what.
Charlie is seen sitting in his wreckage, staring out the window. He shakes his head, reflecting on everything that just transpired.
“I don’t know how much longer I have on this Earth…whether it be years or just a few days, every second I’m getting closer to the end. I’m not being pessimistic, I’m just being realistic. Everybody is going through this, every single one of us…so we should live it all to the fullest, right? We should all just pop a champagne bottle and drunk it all up…
But what’s the point, right? We’re all just going to die soon. Years and years from now we’ll be forgotten, our great grandchildren might not even know we existed. It seem pointless in the grand scheme of things. So right now, I guess we have to become memorable. I guess I’ve done that…no, I know I’ve done that. So why am I always being thrown under the bus by people like Reckless Jack, people like Andrew Jacobsen. What have they accomplished? What have they done with their lives? Nothing, absolutely nothing and they want to throw stones at me, trying to break me. I’m unbreakable, and it takes them a while to understand that.
I showed Jacobsen last month that he can’t beat me. He ran his mouth, trying to prove that he deserved to be in my league but I gave him a sense of reality and showed that he was just all talk, somebody a few pegs below me. This month it’s Reckless Jack…the former World Champion. The man who a month ago was the face of this company, but he has come to a crashing halt, not the same man we saw a month ago. Reckless Jack, I know you’re watching this while you’re training and I hope you get the message and remember it this Sunday. I will not lose.
It’s just not going to happen.
You can try to kick my head off all you want, trying to make me bleed, make me hurt, but I will not lose because I’m destined to be the best wrestler in this company. People like you or your Revolution, they’re not going to stop me. I was molded to be the best, I was hyped up to be the best, and I live up to the hype better than any wrestler this company as to offer. I don’t have a flashy gimmick or a shiny attire. My entrance is generic, my moves basic…but it’s my execution that puts me leaps and bounds better than everybody. You know that, everybody knows that. You look at me and you see the perfect wrestler, no flaws. Maybe I’m ‘boring’…but that’s alright. I’m not here to entertain you people, I’m here to win.
And that’s all I’ve done.
That’s all I will continue to do.
Sunday will just be another note in my legacy, when I defended my National Championship again and went on to become the greatest National Champion of all time. I’ve restored honor in a belt that was frowned upon not too long ago; I remember when I first won the title people would just laugh at the accomplishment like it’s nothing. But I don’t hear that anymore. I don’t hear the jokes that the people used to say, and you know why? Because I won this belt. Me winning this belt made it important, made it relevant again. That’s the power I have, that’s the greatness I rub off against things. I’m not good; I’m great. I’ve proved it once I walked into this company, I’ve proved it since then, and I will prove it in the future.
No thank you is necessary.”
Charlie grabs the cell phone out of his pocket and gets up, dialing away…as we fade to black.
He stands on his balcony, looking out at the city. His phone, it’s on speaker.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore…I don’t know why I called you, I just need help. You’re the first one that came to mind.”
He says it, looking around at the destruction he caused in his own house.
“Well I’m glad you called me then, I can almost guarantee a good time.”
“Almost guarantee? I need a complete guarantee.”
The woman on the other line laughs, intrigued by Charlie’s request.
“Well, I can guarantee that you will forget your problems. I can make you forget anything…”
Charlie doesn’t smile. He nods his head, accepting what will come.
“I just want to talk to you…in person, when can we meet up?”
“Any time you want. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Charlie doesn’t say anything; he just nods his head before reaching down…and grabbing a bracelet his son made for him months ago. He holds it tight, before putting it in his pocket.
“I need to get fixed.”
“I can give you more than a fix…I can give you the time of your life.”
“Ayla, I don’t know-“
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
Charlie lowers his head in shame.
He doesn’t respond…he’s still feeling the effects of The Break.
He’s going to go through the signs…
The Signs of Madness.
But we can figure out how it got there.
“I don’t want you to go…”
“Do you think I WANT to go? I don’t want to leave right now either Charlie, but look at you. Look at everything you’ve been putting this family through; you’re being selfish, you’re only thinking about yourself.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to leave…”
She holds back what she really wants to say. She’s furious with that response, but doesn’t want to lose her cool like somebody else just did…she recollects her thoughts before responding.
“Charlie, I don’t want to leave. But look at everything around you, do you think this is safe for your wife and two children? They have a future Charlie…I don’t want to see their daddy act like this. They need to go somewhere safe….I’m going to be staying with my mother for a bit. You need to figure things out Charlie, and maybe I’m standing in the way of that.”
He can’t respond to something like that. He doesn’t want her to leave, but he doesn’t want to hurt her or his children…he just sits down on his destruction and thinks. She walks up and tries to comfort him, but he just turns away. He can’t look at her, not because he doesn’t love her, that will always be there…he’s just not thinking straight.
“I know the man I love is still in there.”
She leans in, giving him a kiss on his cheek. His eyes close, taking in a deep breath feeling all these emotions run through his body. But he doesn’t look at her. He just stares down, while she slowly backs away. He doesn’t look at her one last time, as she goes through the door…and leaves.
Tears run down his face, but that’s all the emotion he shows on camera. Inside there’s a lot more going on…but he’s always learned to never show that you’re weak.
There’s a lot more going on, we just don’t know what.
Charlie is seen sitting in his wreckage, staring out the window. He shakes his head, reflecting on everything that just transpired.
“I don’t know how much longer I have on this Earth…whether it be years or just a few days, every second I’m getting closer to the end. I’m not being pessimistic, I’m just being realistic. Everybody is going through this, every single one of us…so we should live it all to the fullest, right? We should all just pop a champagne bottle and drunk it all up…
But what’s the point, right? We’re all just going to die soon. Years and years from now we’ll be forgotten, our great grandchildren might not even know we existed. It seem pointless in the grand scheme of things. So right now, I guess we have to become memorable. I guess I’ve done that…no, I know I’ve done that. So why am I always being thrown under the bus by people like Reckless Jack, people like Andrew Jacobsen. What have they accomplished? What have they done with their lives? Nothing, absolutely nothing and they want to throw stones at me, trying to break me. I’m unbreakable, and it takes them a while to understand that.
I showed Jacobsen last month that he can’t beat me. He ran his mouth, trying to prove that he deserved to be in my league but I gave him a sense of reality and showed that he was just all talk, somebody a few pegs below me. This month it’s Reckless Jack…the former World Champion. The man who a month ago was the face of this company, but he has come to a crashing halt, not the same man we saw a month ago. Reckless Jack, I know you’re watching this while you’re training and I hope you get the message and remember it this Sunday. I will not lose.
It’s just not going to happen.
You can try to kick my head off all you want, trying to make me bleed, make me hurt, but I will not lose because I’m destined to be the best wrestler in this company. People like you or your Revolution, they’re not going to stop me. I was molded to be the best, I was hyped up to be the best, and I live up to the hype better than any wrestler this company as to offer. I don’t have a flashy gimmick or a shiny attire. My entrance is generic, my moves basic…but it’s my execution that puts me leaps and bounds better than everybody. You know that, everybody knows that. You look at me and you see the perfect wrestler, no flaws. Maybe I’m ‘boring’…but that’s alright. I’m not here to entertain you people, I’m here to win.
And that’s all I’ve done.
That’s all I will continue to do.
Sunday will just be another note in my legacy, when I defended my National Championship again and went on to become the greatest National Champion of all time. I’ve restored honor in a belt that was frowned upon not too long ago; I remember when I first won the title people would just laugh at the accomplishment like it’s nothing. But I don’t hear that anymore. I don’t hear the jokes that the people used to say, and you know why? Because I won this belt. Me winning this belt made it important, made it relevant again. That’s the power I have, that’s the greatness I rub off against things. I’m not good; I’m great. I’ve proved it once I walked into this company, I’ve proved it since then, and I will prove it in the future.
No thank you is necessary.”
Charlie grabs the cell phone out of his pocket and gets up, dialing away…as we fade to black.
He stands on his balcony, looking out at the city. His phone, it’s on speaker.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore…I don’t know why I called you, I just need help. You’re the first one that came to mind.”
He says it, looking around at the destruction he caused in his own house.
“Well I’m glad you called me then, I can almost guarantee a good time.”
“Almost guarantee? I need a complete guarantee.”
The woman on the other line laughs, intrigued by Charlie’s request.
“Well, I can guarantee that you will forget your problems. I can make you forget anything…”
Charlie doesn’t smile. He nods his head, accepting what will come.
“I just want to talk to you…in person, when can we meet up?”
“Any time you want. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Charlie doesn’t say anything; he just nods his head before reaching down…and grabbing a bracelet his son made for him months ago. He holds it tight, before putting it in his pocket.
“I need to get fixed.”
“I can give you more than a fix…I can give you the time of your life.”
“Ayla, I don’t know-“
“Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
Charlie lowers his head in shame.
He doesn’t respond…he’s still feeling the effects of The Break.
He’s going to go through the signs…
The Signs of Madness.