Post by Charlie Velez on Sept 14, 2010 12:18:52 GMT -6
Love [luhv] - a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
It was a long trip home this weekend.
After defending his National Championship with pride for months, it took three seconds of not even being involved in the decision for him to lose it.
Everything he worked hard for was gone in an instant and he had no say about it.
It’s all too familiar to what’s going on at home with him and his wife. Does your career always come and reflect your real life in times of turmoil, or is it just one amazing coincidence.
I don’t think he wants to know.
He opens the front door to his house after a long weekend, and he sees the same thing he’s been seeing for the past couple of weeks, an empty house.
It still gets to him not hearing his children running around upstairs or smelling his wife’s cooking. Not seeing either of them for the last couple of weeks has been eating away at him, he loves them too much not t see them for this long. He just wants to go to sleep now, hoping his dreams are better than his reality.
While he’s walking up the stairs he notices a door open in his room; ‘seriously?’ he thinks, not really in the mood to beat up a robber. So he walks up slowly, ready to attack any intruder trying to break in. Slowly peaks his head into his room, and well, he doesn’t see a robber.
He seems Ayla St. James, the woman who’s been staying at his house and being the only person to listen to him these past few weeks, lying in his bed wearing only lingerie.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“I'm waiting for you.”
She begins to crawl over to the edge of the bed, getting closer to Charlie…who, for whatever reason, is walking closer to the bed.
“You know we can’t do this…”
“Why is that again, because you’re…you’re…”
“Married.”
“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting. I haven’t seen a wife around here for…what, two weeks? More? It has to be hard Charlie, you know, keeping all of it in…”
She sits up on her knees, being as close to face to face as she can be, grabbing onto his shirt. She begins to unbutton it, her last words still sending shivers down his spine. She looks up at him, looking as innocent as she can be. He just can’t look at her.
“Come on, you know you want it. I’ve see the way you look at me, I hear you walking back and forth when you’re supposed to be sleeping, wanting to come downstairs. I’ve been in your head Charlie, and I know you want it. You can have it.”
It’s almost impossible to say no to a woman like Ayla, especially when she has your shirt fully unbuttoned and has taken it off. He has been taken into her control…
And he almost doesn’t care.
She begins to kiss each one of his abs, leaving her signature on each. She rubs her hands against his body, sliding them down to unbuckle his belt. Charlie doesn’t stop her; he stares off to the distance, in a world of his own.
Can he really do this? Everything he worked hard for, everything they’ve been through, can he easily throw it away like it was nothing, just for a few minutes of fun with a woman he barely knows? He watches as she pulls down his pants, leaving him only in his underwear.
Their eyes lock.
And the only words that can come out are the words that nobody expects him to say...
“I’m sorry Ayla, but I can’t do this. I’m in love with my wife, and I can’t do this to her no matter how long she’s been gone.”
He pulls his pants back up, buckling his belt while she watches. She’s not too happy with what she’s seeing, but she remains silent, as Charlie continues to get dressed.
“You really love her, huh?”
“She’s my life...”
Ayla just sighs, moving over to the table next to the bed. She pulls out a few notes from the dresser, and hands it over to Charlie.
“What’s this?”
“It’s where she is. It’s her mom’s birthday, they’re having a party, she was hoping you could make it…of course you never have your phone on you so I took the message.”
“Where you planning on giving me the message?”
She just smiles. Charlie shakes his head, still getting dressed.
“You’re only to get hurt again Charlie, and when she finally leaves…well, you know where to find me.”
Charlie stops, looking at Ayla, who is finally up and off the bed.
“Thank you for helping me Ayla, but I think it’s time we ended this business relationship.”
“I understand completely, whenever you want to be a man and make it more about business…”
She walks up and kisses him on the cheek, leaving her signature one last time there.
“Let’s make it more than just ‘business’.”
He watches her pick up her clothes and begins to leave, but Charlie has more important things on his mind.
He can go through hell and back, take hit after hit and get nothing back for a long time…
But if he keeps on fighting, it shows that he truly loves it. He loves her, and he never wants to let her go.
Behind every man there’s a strong, powerful woman behind him. Every man needs a woman to love…
Homer needs his Marge.
Chachi needs his Joanne.
Adam needs his Kelly.
Charlie needs his Annette.
“It’s hard to let go of something you love.
It’s like being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly every time I think about not having my National title, a championship that I brought back to respectability. I made the National Championship important again; my championship run will be remembered not because of who I am, but what I did with that belt. I changed the landscape of the division; I made it important and relevant again. Who else can say that? Freakke certainly can’t…so I hope he treats that belt as well as I did. While it was hard to lose my championship, maybe bigger and better things have opened up…maybe a road full of gold is in my sights…
Heh.
But before I can think too far ahead I have to think about what’s in front of me right now, and right now is the Warfare Match at Battlegrounds. The Revolution versus the Front Office. What are we even fighting about anymore, does anybody really remember? It all started off as an extension to the Adam Knite-Steve Awesome feud…but do people even remember that anymore? Does anybody really care about it? Nah, I don’t think they do; hell, Adam isn’t even in this match that feud has fizzled so much. So what is it; what can we all possibly be fighting about. Power? It can’t be because even after the match the Front Office will have all the power. Championships? Nobody in this match even has a championship anymore, so it definitely can’t be about that. So what, what exactly are we fighting for? Oh, I got it…
Respect.
That’s all it’s ever been about; this was never about Adam still fighting for Kelly, it was about not being respected the right away. The Revolution, the group of people who oppose the Front Office and the Young Guns were looking for the respect they think they deserve, the respect they think they’ve earned from fighting hard in this business. Have they really looked at the big picture, have they really evaluated themselves correctly, or are we just stuck wearing rose colored glasses? You see boys, it’s hard to get respect when you’re fighting authority, fighting the people who set the rules and set the standards that needs to be followed. Are we assholes? Of course we are, hell, we have the biggest douche in the company in Steve Awesome on our team, but does that make us bad people? A little bit, but hey at least we abide by the bosses’ rules, at least we believe in something…
What do you guys believe in?
What DO you all believe in? Do you believe that in united stand, together you fall? Heh, I don’t even know how true that is anymore, Adam Knite, the biggest man on your team…well, he even said he didn’t care about this anymore. He’s going to fight a freak with fangs, not even acknowledging this match. How united can you be, how hard can you fight when all of you aren’t even in the fight together…hell, Brad Kane doesn’t even want to be in this match, he doesn’t care. So why should you? Why should you Andrew Jacobsen, because you think this will be your big shot? Oh man, main event of a pay per view, I bet you’re creaming in your jeans at the thought of it. You get to wrestle with the big boys, you get to be in a match with me again! Is that what you believe in, that this is your shot so you might as well come for the ride? Let me tell you something Little AJ, that you believe that this is your chance is a joke in itself. Do you honestly think you can beat ME? Do you think you can be in the same ring as Steve Awesome? Do you think you can be as ruthless as Ron Gibson? Do you think that you’re even as talented as Joe Everyman? If you believe any of that Andrew, you’re as delusional as a three year old on Christmas thinking Santa bought him presents. Andrew, we’ve been through this many times before, I tell you you’re not good enough, you call me a jerk or a pompous asshole or something, and we have a match. I beat the tar out of you, make you look stupid, go to the back and take a shower.
What makes you think this will be any different?
What does Brad Kane believe in? I don’t know, maybe about sticking his manhood into something. I’ve wrestled with Brad Kane for a long time, and I’ve never seen him as quiet as this, he’s obviously a shell of his former self. He’s not the same Brad Kane we all ‘knew and loved’, hell he wasn’t even the Brad Kane we hated. He’s something else, he’s something different. Does he believe that he’s earned the right to just sit around and mop about not caring about this match? Is that what he really believes? Brad, I’ve wrestled for nine years, busting my ass just to make a name for myself, hell you know it, you felt how hard I worked when I beat your head in last month at Ascension. I still love this business. I love getting into that ring, I love performing in front of people. The day I finally leave is the day they pull me out of that ring on a stretcher dead…don’t think you’ve earned anything yet Brad. You’re just like all of them, hungry, fighting for respect.
What does Will Washington believe in? Is it ‘truth, honor, and the American way’? Will, I know you fought for our country and I respect that every day. I understand the hardships you went through, the things you sacrificed for our freedom and for that I thank you. But I don’t thank you for anything else. I don’t believe you’re the hero you want people to believe, the ‘The Gladiator’ that you tell everybody you are. Will, it’s simple. I don’t like you. I haven’t liked you for a long time, and it’s not because of this little spat we’ve been having between the two groups. I don’t like you because of what you do; you get on your knees and praise me while on camera, but once they stop rolling I hear the truth and how you feel. What, do you think I only have a few friends in this company? I know and I hear everything you say…where’s the truth and honor in that? Is that the American way to do things, lie to the face and stab in the back? That’s not the country I live in, that’s not the attitude I want from our soldiers. So next time you get on camera and tell the world about how good I am and how I’m the only Young Gun who’s ever accomplished anything, think about this; we gave you a shot. Doc and Venom, hell they were ready for you to join the Front Office but you turned your back on us and decided to join your little boyfriends in the Revolution. There’s no honor in running away just to play with your friends, leaving the big boys to do all the work. Will Washington…two words. **** off.
What does Falcon believe in? That’s a good question, you know when I was thinking up this promo I had something for each and every one of my opponents…but not Falcon. It’s hard to get inside the mind of a man who twists and turns everything you say on you; hell, I can tell him the sky is blue and he’ll somehow go on a long rant telling me how I really hate myself. So what does Falcon believe in?
He believes in Falcon.
He believes in his ability to do great, to win and carry on the legacy that he made for so long. Falcon wants to make you all believe that he’s as great as he says he is, even with the many imperfections that he carries around. He wants you all to believe he’s unbreakable, unable to be beat. But let’s look at it clearly; let’s take off the Falcon t-shirts and think of it as an unbiased spectator. Look at the last couple of months, and what we’ve done this year. Who’s unbreakable, the man who had the best championship run all year or Falcon, the man who’s biggest accomplishment was deflowering the most lovable character in the nCw? Falcon rides high on his past accomplishments; hell I’m totally prepared to hear about how he ‘beat’ me without ever pinning me twice. He’s a big name because of what he did…but what has he done lately? It’s a harsh business Falcon, you know it. You’ve been in it longer than I have; you know that the grass is always greener when you’re winning championship belts then when you’re just running around in circles not doing much. Falcon, you can believe in yourself all you want and nobody will bat an eye…
Just believe that I see right through you.
This is my time gentlemen; the reign of the Awesomes, the Knites, the Falcons are all over…it’s time for somebody new to take the crown and be the top dog in the nCw. Phillip Burns might hold the belt, but he’s just a place holder, keeping it warm for the true king of the nCw. Battlegrounds will just be my platform, my spotlight to show the world what I’m truly made of, to show the world that I’m Charlie Velez…and I’m the best damn wrestler this company has to offer. There’s nothing hold me back now, now I can take what I want. And I want to be the champion. When I win and you all realize how right I was for that job…
Thank Me Later.”
He drove as fast as he could just to make it in time. His mind is racing thinking of what he’s going to tell her, but he doesn’t know.
Winging it doesn’t sound like a good idea, but it looks like the only solution.
He gets to the restaurant, and who does he see outside? His best friend and brother in law, Venom, on his phone. Venom sees Charlie right away and hangs up the phone.
“Where have you been man?”
“I just got the message. Where’s Annette?”
“She’s in there somewhere; you look like a wreck man, you alright?”
“Better than ever Vic, I just need to find her.”
The two begin walking into the restaurant, searching around for her.
“You know the whole family hates you right now; I mean if Tracy knew I was calling you she’d probably kill me. You need to start picking up your phone man…”
“I know Vic, but I need to talk to her by myself. Do you think you can call her out here?”
Venom stops and checks his phone, dialing Annette’s number in his phone. Charlie paces around, excited to see his wife-
“Charlie…”
It’s her, standing right there. Venom puts away his phone quickly and awkwardly walks off screen, leaving Charlie there staring.
“Annette…”
He walks forward, going to kiss her, but she turns away. He’s confused.
“Do you really think you can just come here and everything will be alright?”
“No, listen-“
“You don’t think I watch television, do you Charlie? You let her in our house, where our children sleep Charlie, you let her sleep in our house. She was in our bed, OUR BED. You don’t see a problem in all of this?”
“I know it was wrong babe, I really do…it’s just that I had nobody else to talk to, I was all alone.”
“Oh, that makes me feel better.”
“No, I know I was wrong. I was stupid, naïve and to be honest…I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t deserve to be right here right now Annette, I know that…I know that I ****ed up big time, but I never thought of anybody but you…I swear. Every day without you was too painful, I couldn’t get out of bed some mornings Annette. I miss you, I miss my kids. I miss my family…I miss this. I miss waking up in the middle of the night and turning towards you, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you there. Sleeping in bed without you sleeping next to me, waking up every morning and not seeing you, it tore me apart every day.”
Charlie just rubs his hand against his forehead, he can’t show her or the fans he’s about to start crying, because well…it’s Charlie Velez. The best damn wrestler in the nCw.
But love makes you do things you didn’t think you can do.
“I know you’re mad at me and I don’t blame you, and I know I’ve done wrong. I’m not perfect, and I’m a lot less without you. I love you; no matter how many women throw themselves at me I’ll only want you. I only think about you, even through the hard times I think about you. You make me happy, and it took being away from you to understand it.”
He holds her hands, staring right into her eyes.
“I love you Annette Brooks, and I will until the day I die.”
She leans in closer, and they hold each other. The camera begins to pan back, showing a restaurant full of people, the only thing standing out are those two.
Love hurts, and it’s not always as easy as it sounds.
Charlie’s going to try to make things work, because he has to.
He just loves her too damn much.
Bruno Mars – “Just The Way You Are”
“When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are”
“When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are”