Post by Charlie Velez on Oct 21, 2010 11:47:12 GMT -6
The trip to the airport feels longer than it actually took. The mind is being weighed down by disappointment.
Charlie can’t think clearly, the only thing running through his mind is one question. It’s a question that will haunt him until he gets an opportunity.
How?
How did he lose this match?
It was destiny; it was already set in stone. People were talking about how Charlie Velez would win this tournament and go on to win this World Championship. He gave into the hype, even though he had to go through the hardest competition in this whole tournament, Charlie Velez knew he could win it all. He knew it, he always knew it.
How did he lose?
It just doesn’t make sense to him, he did everything right. Every move was perfectly executed just like how he imagined in his mind, every word he spoke were the right words to say. He wrestled the perfect match…
There has to be something going on, he thinks.
He begins to think back about the week leading up to the match, and how weird things felt. How Davey Ortega made his comeback out of nowhere, declaring victory for his friend Dave Holland. Then later that week, Kelly Knite, a Charlie Velez cheerleader, predicted that Holland would pull out the win, despite being a Charlie Velez supporter for months. It just seems…
He finally arrives at the airport. He doesn’t want to get out of his limo, he just wants to stay there, doesn’t want to show his face to the people standing outside. The people who boo him constantly can’t have their moment to rub it in his face again, the people who hate him can’t have their moment in the sun at his expense.
If he can’t win, they sure as hell can’t.
But alas, he has to get home somehow, and if he decides to drive there, by the time he gets home he’s going to have to go back to the pay per view. So when the driver opens his door Charlie Velez walks out, and what does he see?
He sees a huge advertisement for the pay per view, Road to the Gold IV. Who’s on it you might ask? Well of course, it’s the two people in the main event match, Dave Holland and World Champion, DDK.
The anger boils over, and he walks through the crowd of people. There are even a few kids who are trying to get his autograph, but he doesn’t even bat an eye at them. He’s heated, and anybody who says the wrong thing is going to get hit.
But the anger doesn’t wash away what happened; he’s still playing second fiddle once more, when he had the opportunity to rule the world.
He’ll be watching backstage, instead of participating in that match. While it saddens him, it also infuriates him.
It should be him, it was always meant to be him.
But the world is against him, everybody, all of them.
They don’t want him to win.
It’s time he makes his own destiny.
“The price of fame is very expensive. We all dream of being famous, being ‘rock stars’ so to say. But when we actually get that wish, all we deal with is the pain and tribulations that come with it. We can’t walk outside without somebody recognizing us, screaming our name just so they get our attentions. The bigger the star we are, the worse it gets. Every little thing that goes wrong gets magnified and they use it against you, like they don’t have their own problems. Like they’re perfect, and us? Hell, we’re just their entertainment. Every step I make, every move I make, they’re watching me. They’re watching me, and they’re criticizing me, they’re dissecting everything I do for their own personal gain. And you know what I do?
I just laugh at them.
I laugh because I know that they don’t know the real Charlie Velez, they only know the man they see on camera. They don’t know what’s going on in my head, they just pretend to. They wonder what I do, what I think, and they get it wrong every time. You see, they think I’m mad, furious about these past events. They get partial credit, because yeah I’m mad, but that’s not the full answer. That’s not the absolute truth, hell, it’s only partial credit after all. I’m confused for the most part. I’m confused at how somebody like Dave Holland can get lucky, while somebody like me, who gives everything to this company, gets screwed in the end. How does Charlie Velez, the biggest wrestler this company has had in years lose?
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.
There has been a conspiracy going on ever since I walked into this company, because of what I used to represent. I represented that other place, that other company that everybody seems to hate here. Everybody throws dirt at it like it was a nothing company, but what they fail to realize is that the men that they idolize now came from that same place. The Steve Awesomes, hell, even the Dave Hollands came from that place. They made their name there, and came to nCw to become Hall of Famers. But Charlie Velez…nah, I was different. I was a product of that place, I was a God at that place, the face of the franchise. I wasn’t accepted once I walked into this place, so I had to do the hard work nobody wanted to do. I was the only wrestler in the history of professional wrestling to get criticized for winning a championship belt; hell, when I brought prestige back to that championship I didn’t get any praise from anybody who doubted me. I didn’t even get the rematch that I rightfully deserved. The Young Guns and I have dominated this company for months, we all held championship belts, but people still acted like we were nothing. It’s been us against the whole nCw since we walked into this company…and now losing this match against Dave Holland it’s become so clear to me.
They just don’t want me to win.
They don’t want me to represent this company, they don’t want me to be the ‘main man’ that they all know I deserve to be. They let DDK have the belt because he’s harmless, he’s the safe pick. He’s crazy, sure, but he’s nobody will link him with that other place. Me on the other hand? Heh, you can put the two together. So it’s just one big conspiracy against Charlie Velez, the man that is on the top of the Power Rankings, the best wrestler this year, the longest reigning male champion this year. While everybody has flopped, I’ve stood tall and shined brighter than everybody else. But they can’t take that, they can’t take that I’m the man, that I’m the one that every fan wants to see win. They don’t come to the arena to see stupid tag team names like ‘Knitington’, and they sure as hell don’t want to see where the whole Zelda, Andrew Jacobsen, and Falcon love triangle is goes. They want to see professional wrestling, and they want to see the best damn wrestler on this planet stand tall.
I’m going to do that this Sunday against Davey Ortega.
Davey, seriously, what are you doing here? What made you come back, what made you sit front row and tell everybody that Dave Holland was going to win. What brought you back, was it the thirst for the business, or was it just stupidity on your part? I don’t know anything about you, and hell, from what I’ve seen so far it’s not that interesting anyway. When you came into the ring to shake my hand, you’re lucky the only thing I gave you was a Closure. I saw you walk into my ring, and the first thing that came to my head was spit in your face just like you spat in mine. You spit on my face when you didn’t give Charlie Velez a chance, you spat in my face when you even showed up in the ring trying to look like an ‘honorable man’. Davey Ortega, people will cheer you for being the ‘baby face’, but even they know that you don’t stand a chance in the ring against me. I’m going to make you regret showing up at Collision, I’m going to make you regret that you choose the career of professional wrestling.
Let’s be honest here Davey, do you think that you can beat me, a man who has shook this federation? You’ve been gone for what, a year, even more? Hell, it doesn’t matter. You could be gone for a week and I’ll still beat your skull in and make you hurt. It’s not a question Davey; I’m just better than you. It’s that simple. There might be people ‘predicting’ that you pull out a victory, hell, there might be people who can praise my name and then go on to predict that you win, but that’s not going to happen Davey. I’m sorry, there’s no chance in hell I’m losing this match. You can train as hard as you can, you get shoot up on some steroids, you can cheat during the match, but there is nothing you can do that can beat me. Call it cockiness, or you can call it confidence, you can call it whatever you want…
You can also call it facts.
There are bigger things to deal with in my life than you, Mr. Ortega. Do you really think I want to spend my pay per view fighting over who was the best ‘runner up’? Nah, I’m going to be watching closely to the main event, I’ll be watching your ‘best friend’ Dave Holland face off for the World title. Whoever wins…hell, they lose because I’ll be coming for them. Nobody can stop me as I race towards that championship belt, nobody can stand in my way as I try to grab the brass ring all by myself. It’s not because I hate either opponent…
But because I deserve it much more than they do.
I deserve it because of what I leave in that ring, I deserve it because I’m simply better than everybody in this company. I deserve it because I am the perfect wrestler for this company; Leonard Fox knows it, which is why he recruited me to be in the Front Office. Kelly Knite knows it, that’s why she writes it in her column every week. The fans know it, that’s why they call me a ‘beast’ in all of their prediction threads. The world knows it, which is why I will have no problem walking into that ring after that match, and slapping the World Champion in the face, whoever it may be. On Dave Holland I’ll rain on his parade, on DDK…well, I’ll give him something to think about. Just like the moment was taken away from me, I will take it all away from them. I am Charlie Velez, God dammit. Nobody is going to stand in my way. Not Davey Ortega, not Dave Holland, and not DDK.
They know I’m the best wrestler this world has.
They know that I’m next in line.
They know I’m the true champion.
It might take them a while to realize this, hell it might take them months to actually figure this all out. But when they do, they can just
Thank Me Later.”
Charlie can’t think clearly, the only thing running through his mind is one question. It’s a question that will haunt him until he gets an opportunity.
How?
How did he lose this match?
It was destiny; it was already set in stone. People were talking about how Charlie Velez would win this tournament and go on to win this World Championship. He gave into the hype, even though he had to go through the hardest competition in this whole tournament, Charlie Velez knew he could win it all. He knew it, he always knew it.
How did he lose?
It just doesn’t make sense to him, he did everything right. Every move was perfectly executed just like how he imagined in his mind, every word he spoke were the right words to say. He wrestled the perfect match…
There has to be something going on, he thinks.
He begins to think back about the week leading up to the match, and how weird things felt. How Davey Ortega made his comeback out of nowhere, declaring victory for his friend Dave Holland. Then later that week, Kelly Knite, a Charlie Velez cheerleader, predicted that Holland would pull out the win, despite being a Charlie Velez supporter for months. It just seems…
He finally arrives at the airport. He doesn’t want to get out of his limo, he just wants to stay there, doesn’t want to show his face to the people standing outside. The people who boo him constantly can’t have their moment to rub it in his face again, the people who hate him can’t have their moment in the sun at his expense.
If he can’t win, they sure as hell can’t.
But alas, he has to get home somehow, and if he decides to drive there, by the time he gets home he’s going to have to go back to the pay per view. So when the driver opens his door Charlie Velez walks out, and what does he see?
He sees a huge advertisement for the pay per view, Road to the Gold IV. Who’s on it you might ask? Well of course, it’s the two people in the main event match, Dave Holland and World Champion, DDK.
The anger boils over, and he walks through the crowd of people. There are even a few kids who are trying to get his autograph, but he doesn’t even bat an eye at them. He’s heated, and anybody who says the wrong thing is going to get hit.
But the anger doesn’t wash away what happened; he’s still playing second fiddle once more, when he had the opportunity to rule the world.
He’ll be watching backstage, instead of participating in that match. While it saddens him, it also infuriates him.
It should be him, it was always meant to be him.
But the world is against him, everybody, all of them.
They don’t want him to win.
It’s time he makes his own destiny.
“The price of fame is very expensive. We all dream of being famous, being ‘rock stars’ so to say. But when we actually get that wish, all we deal with is the pain and tribulations that come with it. We can’t walk outside without somebody recognizing us, screaming our name just so they get our attentions. The bigger the star we are, the worse it gets. Every little thing that goes wrong gets magnified and they use it against you, like they don’t have their own problems. Like they’re perfect, and us? Hell, we’re just their entertainment. Every step I make, every move I make, they’re watching me. They’re watching me, and they’re criticizing me, they’re dissecting everything I do for their own personal gain. And you know what I do?
I just laugh at them.
I laugh because I know that they don’t know the real Charlie Velez, they only know the man they see on camera. They don’t know what’s going on in my head, they just pretend to. They wonder what I do, what I think, and they get it wrong every time. You see, they think I’m mad, furious about these past events. They get partial credit, because yeah I’m mad, but that’s not the full answer. That’s not the absolute truth, hell, it’s only partial credit after all. I’m confused for the most part. I’m confused at how somebody like Dave Holland can get lucky, while somebody like me, who gives everything to this company, gets screwed in the end. How does Charlie Velez, the biggest wrestler this company has had in years lose?
It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.
There has been a conspiracy going on ever since I walked into this company, because of what I used to represent. I represented that other place, that other company that everybody seems to hate here. Everybody throws dirt at it like it was a nothing company, but what they fail to realize is that the men that they idolize now came from that same place. The Steve Awesomes, hell, even the Dave Hollands came from that place. They made their name there, and came to nCw to become Hall of Famers. But Charlie Velez…nah, I was different. I was a product of that place, I was a God at that place, the face of the franchise. I wasn’t accepted once I walked into this place, so I had to do the hard work nobody wanted to do. I was the only wrestler in the history of professional wrestling to get criticized for winning a championship belt; hell, when I brought prestige back to that championship I didn’t get any praise from anybody who doubted me. I didn’t even get the rematch that I rightfully deserved. The Young Guns and I have dominated this company for months, we all held championship belts, but people still acted like we were nothing. It’s been us against the whole nCw since we walked into this company…and now losing this match against Dave Holland it’s become so clear to me.
They just don’t want me to win.
They don’t want me to represent this company, they don’t want me to be the ‘main man’ that they all know I deserve to be. They let DDK have the belt because he’s harmless, he’s the safe pick. He’s crazy, sure, but he’s nobody will link him with that other place. Me on the other hand? Heh, you can put the two together. So it’s just one big conspiracy against Charlie Velez, the man that is on the top of the Power Rankings, the best wrestler this year, the longest reigning male champion this year. While everybody has flopped, I’ve stood tall and shined brighter than everybody else. But they can’t take that, they can’t take that I’m the man, that I’m the one that every fan wants to see win. They don’t come to the arena to see stupid tag team names like ‘Knitington’, and they sure as hell don’t want to see where the whole Zelda, Andrew Jacobsen, and Falcon love triangle is goes. They want to see professional wrestling, and they want to see the best damn wrestler on this planet stand tall.
I’m going to do that this Sunday against Davey Ortega.
Davey, seriously, what are you doing here? What made you come back, what made you sit front row and tell everybody that Dave Holland was going to win. What brought you back, was it the thirst for the business, or was it just stupidity on your part? I don’t know anything about you, and hell, from what I’ve seen so far it’s not that interesting anyway. When you came into the ring to shake my hand, you’re lucky the only thing I gave you was a Closure. I saw you walk into my ring, and the first thing that came to my head was spit in your face just like you spat in mine. You spit on my face when you didn’t give Charlie Velez a chance, you spat in my face when you even showed up in the ring trying to look like an ‘honorable man’. Davey Ortega, people will cheer you for being the ‘baby face’, but even they know that you don’t stand a chance in the ring against me. I’m going to make you regret showing up at Collision, I’m going to make you regret that you choose the career of professional wrestling.
Let’s be honest here Davey, do you think that you can beat me, a man who has shook this federation? You’ve been gone for what, a year, even more? Hell, it doesn’t matter. You could be gone for a week and I’ll still beat your skull in and make you hurt. It’s not a question Davey; I’m just better than you. It’s that simple. There might be people ‘predicting’ that you pull out a victory, hell, there might be people who can praise my name and then go on to predict that you win, but that’s not going to happen Davey. I’m sorry, there’s no chance in hell I’m losing this match. You can train as hard as you can, you get shoot up on some steroids, you can cheat during the match, but there is nothing you can do that can beat me. Call it cockiness, or you can call it confidence, you can call it whatever you want…
You can also call it facts.
There are bigger things to deal with in my life than you, Mr. Ortega. Do you really think I want to spend my pay per view fighting over who was the best ‘runner up’? Nah, I’m going to be watching closely to the main event, I’ll be watching your ‘best friend’ Dave Holland face off for the World title. Whoever wins…hell, they lose because I’ll be coming for them. Nobody can stop me as I race towards that championship belt, nobody can stand in my way as I try to grab the brass ring all by myself. It’s not because I hate either opponent…
But because I deserve it much more than they do.
I deserve it because of what I leave in that ring, I deserve it because I’m simply better than everybody in this company. I deserve it because I am the perfect wrestler for this company; Leonard Fox knows it, which is why he recruited me to be in the Front Office. Kelly Knite knows it, that’s why she writes it in her column every week. The fans know it, that’s why they call me a ‘beast’ in all of their prediction threads. The world knows it, which is why I will have no problem walking into that ring after that match, and slapping the World Champion in the face, whoever it may be. On Dave Holland I’ll rain on his parade, on DDK…well, I’ll give him something to think about. Just like the moment was taken away from me, I will take it all away from them. I am Charlie Velez, God dammit. Nobody is going to stand in my way. Not Davey Ortega, not Dave Holland, and not DDK.
They know I’m the best wrestler this world has.
They know that I’m next in line.
They know I’m the true champion.
It might take them a while to realize this, hell it might take them months to actually figure this all out. But when they do, they can just
Thank Me Later.”
“Did you realize, that you’re a champion in their eyes?”