Post by Charlie Velez on Oct 19, 2010 17:01:11 GMT -6
The room is silent when he walks by. It’s after his match, the anger is fuming so bad that he’s about to smack the next person who just looks at him. While on the outside he looks like a man in rage, inside it’s something different.
The pit in his stomach has gotten deeper, his mind is only filled with thoughts of failure. He is upset that he lost, yes, but there’s more than just that.
Chad Lights tries to speak to Charlie Velez after the match, but Charlie won’t have any of it. He just continues to walk away, Chad still following him. Charlie doesn’t care, he doesn’t even scare him away. He doesn’t threaten, because he asks himself what the point would be.
He lost. There’s nothing that can change that. He can kick and scream, he can hurt anybody he wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that he just lost.
And that hurts him the most. All the hard work that he put into this, the months of training, all of the talking he did seems for naught. This is not what he envisioned he would be doing today.
This is not his destiny.
So when he gets to his locker room, he doesn’t kick, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t curse, and he doesn’t blame anybody.
He just sits in his seat, his face buried into his hands. He doesn’t cry, he just slowly sinks away.
The man who he called his brother less than a week ago comes in, as silent as can be. You can almost hear a pin drop.
Venom takes a chair and sets it up next to Charlie, before sitting down next to him. Charlie pulls himself out of his hands, but stares straight ahead. He can’t look at a former World Champion, he can’t act like he belongs in the same room.
Venom pats Charlie on the back, and Charlei feels a shiver down his spine. It’s almost like he feels like he is not worthy, and to be honest, he isn’t. Charlie has had a successful career, hell, it might be better than Venom’s…
But there is one thing that Venom will always have that Charlie doesn’t; a World Championship run.
He went through the gauntlet, he fought the best of the best and walked out on top of the World. He has been the man; the man everybody wants to be.
What has Charlie Velez been? What has he done that makes him so special.
Venom speaks, but Charlie doesn’t listen. His ears can’t be blessed with the words of a legend, and he just stares blankly to the wall ahead of him. Thinking over what he did wrong, and he just can’t find the right reasons. He did it perfect, every move he made, every step he took. Everything he did, he was perfect.
What went wrong?
How could he lose?
How could this happen to him?
Is this divine intervention? Was it just an act of God screwing him?
Or is it a conspiracy? Has the company been trying to pull the wool over his eyes for months, and give it to a man who is a legend in this company? Was Charlie just part of a sick and twisted plan orchestrated by the nCw officials?
“…but it’s not over…”
It’s the only thing he heard. He shoots his head towards Venom, not directly looking at him. He thinks about it…he thinks hard, and comes to the conclusion that maybe Venom is right, maybe it’s not over.
Maybe it’s just the beginning.
“I don’t know how to explain how it happened. It just…”
Silence. We hear a bit of stammering in the background, but for the most part, it’s silence. Until Charlie let out a expletive under his breath, but we won’t repeat that.
“I don’t know. I can’t explain what happened. Maybe it’s all a dream, it didn’t really happen…maybe. I don’t know, it feels too really to actually be a dream. This pain I feel, the way my heart is sunken right now, it has to be real. If this is real, then I have to tell you guys something…
It really sucks.
You put your hard work into everything you do, you train harder than anybody else…****…you miss the little things, the birthday parties, the first steps that your kids make just for a moment to shine in the sun. You sacrifice so much just to become World Champion, because you love this business so much. You love it to the point that everything else seems less important to you than being the greatest wrestler the world has to offer. When you’re so close, so close that you can taste it and you fail…there’s nothing more painful. You work so hard for this moment that a punk can get lucky for three seconds and take the dream away. There’s nothing that hurts more…
Well, that’s not true. What hurts more than that? Well, getting in the way of the man who just lost.
Davey Ortega, a man who a week before told everybody he was going to make his return and watch Dave Holland win. He showed no confidence in me, he showed no love for Charlie Velez. He was right, yes, but he underestimated me. He acted like I was a nobody, a nothing in this company…and then he dares…he DARES walks into the ring after my match and expects a handshake? He wants me, a man he pushed to the side like I was a nobody to shake his hand after my match? Davey, I’m sorry. I didn’t look at your Wikipedia page, I didn’t ask somebody to tell me what you did here in the nCw, so I don’t know much if anything about you. But the one thing I do know, Davey, is that you got what you deserved. You disrespect me, Charlie Velez, you’re going to get hurt.
You disrespect an upset Charlie Velez, you might be forced to retire.
Because I’m tired of people like you Davey, I’m tired of these old faces of nCw past popping up on my radar screen, telling me how I have to prove myself. I hate people like you, the face of something that I was never a part of. A face of a time that thinks it’s better than me, the face of the people who believe that I have to earn my keep. I’ve been wrestling for eight years and I shook the foundation of companies. I’ve been the best wrestler without ever holding a belt, I’ve been the best this company has to offer ever since I started wrestling. That is the reason why I was the favorite to win this thing; that is the reason why people were afraid to face me. The people like you who continued to downplay my accomplishments…well, they got taken care of. I’ve beaten the Falcons. I’ve defeated the Xavier Williams. I’ve pushed Adam Knites to the edge. I’ve stood side by side with the Steve Awesomes. What makes you different, Mr. Ortega?
What makes you think you can defeat me?
Respect is something that I try to give to all my opponents, but Davey, there is no reason why I should respect you. There’s no reason why I should consider you a formidable opponent, there’s no reason why I should even be in this match with you. Who are you, what have you done of any relevance in the past months? I’ve busted my ass in this company and become one of the best wrestlers in the world, all while you’ve stayed at home and watched me. Why do you deserve to be in this spot? How are you in the spot that wrestlers like Hugo Conway or Andre Carvetti should be in? Who are you to be in a spot that Johnny Holliday deserves? Should I respect you for what you’ve done before, before I was even in this company? Should I respect you for being the ‘first semi-finalist’ like it’s an accomplishment? Should I be happy that, just like me, you’re the first loser in the Road to the Gold tournament? Should I respect you because you once failed like I did?
No. No respect earned from me.
Why should I respect you? If you can think up a good reason, then maybe I’ll change my mind. But I doubt it. I doubt that there’s anything to change my opinion about you. You’re just an old fart trying to capture my success, just ride his way to the top. You try to show me respect by shaking my hand, pretending the thing you said never happened. I see past people like you, I hurt people like you. I make a living on beating people like you in the wrestling ring. Davey Ortega, Road to the Gold will not be a night you want to remember, if I were you I’d call my doctor to write up a note telling everybody why I couldn’t make it for the day.
Davey Ortega, Collision was just the beginning. Road to the Gold IV…it’ll be the end. You call your buddy Dave Holland, and you tell him that he got lucky, tell him that he put up a great effort and that he deserves to celebrate his victory.
But also tell him that Charlie Velez doesn’t forget.
Thank Me Later.”
He walks through the back, hearing people talk about the Road to the Gold main event.
He wishes it was him.
It pains him that it isn’t him.
He tries to drown them out with the sound of his music.
The pit in his stomach has gotten deeper, his mind is only filled with thoughts of failure. He is upset that he lost, yes, but there’s more than just that.
Chad Lights tries to speak to Charlie Velez after the match, but Charlie won’t have any of it. He just continues to walk away, Chad still following him. Charlie doesn’t care, he doesn’t even scare him away. He doesn’t threaten, because he asks himself what the point would be.
He lost. There’s nothing that can change that. He can kick and scream, he can hurt anybody he wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that he just lost.
And that hurts him the most. All the hard work that he put into this, the months of training, all of the talking he did seems for naught. This is not what he envisioned he would be doing today.
This is not his destiny.
So when he gets to his locker room, he doesn’t kick, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t curse, and he doesn’t blame anybody.
He just sits in his seat, his face buried into his hands. He doesn’t cry, he just slowly sinks away.
The man who he called his brother less than a week ago comes in, as silent as can be. You can almost hear a pin drop.
Venom takes a chair and sets it up next to Charlie, before sitting down next to him. Charlie pulls himself out of his hands, but stares straight ahead. He can’t look at a former World Champion, he can’t act like he belongs in the same room.
Venom pats Charlie on the back, and Charlei feels a shiver down his spine. It’s almost like he feels like he is not worthy, and to be honest, he isn’t. Charlie has had a successful career, hell, it might be better than Venom’s…
But there is one thing that Venom will always have that Charlie doesn’t; a World Championship run.
He went through the gauntlet, he fought the best of the best and walked out on top of the World. He has been the man; the man everybody wants to be.
What has Charlie Velez been? What has he done that makes him so special.
Venom speaks, but Charlie doesn’t listen. His ears can’t be blessed with the words of a legend, and he just stares blankly to the wall ahead of him. Thinking over what he did wrong, and he just can’t find the right reasons. He did it perfect, every move he made, every step he took. Everything he did, he was perfect.
What went wrong?
How could he lose?
How could this happen to him?
Is this divine intervention? Was it just an act of God screwing him?
Or is it a conspiracy? Has the company been trying to pull the wool over his eyes for months, and give it to a man who is a legend in this company? Was Charlie just part of a sick and twisted plan orchestrated by the nCw officials?
“…but it’s not over…”
It’s the only thing he heard. He shoots his head towards Venom, not directly looking at him. He thinks about it…he thinks hard, and comes to the conclusion that maybe Venom is right, maybe it’s not over.
Maybe it’s just the beginning.
“I don’t know how to explain how it happened. It just…”
Silence. We hear a bit of stammering in the background, but for the most part, it’s silence. Until Charlie let out a expletive under his breath, but we won’t repeat that.
“I don’t know. I can’t explain what happened. Maybe it’s all a dream, it didn’t really happen…maybe. I don’t know, it feels too really to actually be a dream. This pain I feel, the way my heart is sunken right now, it has to be real. If this is real, then I have to tell you guys something…
It really sucks.
You put your hard work into everything you do, you train harder than anybody else…****…you miss the little things, the birthday parties, the first steps that your kids make just for a moment to shine in the sun. You sacrifice so much just to become World Champion, because you love this business so much. You love it to the point that everything else seems less important to you than being the greatest wrestler the world has to offer. When you’re so close, so close that you can taste it and you fail…there’s nothing more painful. You work so hard for this moment that a punk can get lucky for three seconds and take the dream away. There’s nothing that hurts more…
Well, that’s not true. What hurts more than that? Well, getting in the way of the man who just lost.
Davey Ortega, a man who a week before told everybody he was going to make his return and watch Dave Holland win. He showed no confidence in me, he showed no love for Charlie Velez. He was right, yes, but he underestimated me. He acted like I was a nobody, a nothing in this company…and then he dares…he DARES walks into the ring after my match and expects a handshake? He wants me, a man he pushed to the side like I was a nobody to shake his hand after my match? Davey, I’m sorry. I didn’t look at your Wikipedia page, I didn’t ask somebody to tell me what you did here in the nCw, so I don’t know much if anything about you. But the one thing I do know, Davey, is that you got what you deserved. You disrespect me, Charlie Velez, you’re going to get hurt.
You disrespect an upset Charlie Velez, you might be forced to retire.
Because I’m tired of people like you Davey, I’m tired of these old faces of nCw past popping up on my radar screen, telling me how I have to prove myself. I hate people like you, the face of something that I was never a part of. A face of a time that thinks it’s better than me, the face of the people who believe that I have to earn my keep. I’ve been wrestling for eight years and I shook the foundation of companies. I’ve been the best wrestler without ever holding a belt, I’ve been the best this company has to offer ever since I started wrestling. That is the reason why I was the favorite to win this thing; that is the reason why people were afraid to face me. The people like you who continued to downplay my accomplishments…well, they got taken care of. I’ve beaten the Falcons. I’ve defeated the Xavier Williams. I’ve pushed Adam Knites to the edge. I’ve stood side by side with the Steve Awesomes. What makes you different, Mr. Ortega?
What makes you think you can defeat me?
Respect is something that I try to give to all my opponents, but Davey, there is no reason why I should respect you. There’s no reason why I should consider you a formidable opponent, there’s no reason why I should even be in this match with you. Who are you, what have you done of any relevance in the past months? I’ve busted my ass in this company and become one of the best wrestlers in the world, all while you’ve stayed at home and watched me. Why do you deserve to be in this spot? How are you in the spot that wrestlers like Hugo Conway or Andre Carvetti should be in? Who are you to be in a spot that Johnny Holliday deserves? Should I respect you for what you’ve done before, before I was even in this company? Should I respect you for being the ‘first semi-finalist’ like it’s an accomplishment? Should I be happy that, just like me, you’re the first loser in the Road to the Gold tournament? Should I respect you because you once failed like I did?
No. No respect earned from me.
Why should I respect you? If you can think up a good reason, then maybe I’ll change my mind. But I doubt it. I doubt that there’s anything to change my opinion about you. You’re just an old fart trying to capture my success, just ride his way to the top. You try to show me respect by shaking my hand, pretending the thing you said never happened. I see past people like you, I hurt people like you. I make a living on beating people like you in the wrestling ring. Davey Ortega, Road to the Gold will not be a night you want to remember, if I were you I’d call my doctor to write up a note telling everybody why I couldn’t make it for the day.
Davey Ortega, Collision was just the beginning. Road to the Gold IV…it’ll be the end. You call your buddy Dave Holland, and you tell him that he got lucky, tell him that he put up a great effort and that he deserves to celebrate his victory.
But also tell him that Charlie Velez doesn’t forget.
Thank Me Later.”
He walks through the back, hearing people talk about the Road to the Gold main event.
He wishes it was him.
It pains him that it isn’t him.
He tries to drown them out with the sound of his music.
“..and this is what I’ll do ‘till it’s over, ‘till it’s over, but it’s far from over.”