Post by Charlie Velez on Nov 25, 2010 13:05:17 GMT -6
He can barely remember life without her.
Growing up in his household, Charlie Velez got everything he wanted. The richest kid in the city, anything he wanted he could get with a snap of his fingers.
Everything fell to second place when he met her.
It was the first day of 10th grade; fourth period to be exact. Sitting in the back of the room with his friend Efren Ramirez (who now is a successful surgeon), discussing the new Star Wars movie that would be released in May, Charlie did not expect his world to suddenly have a meaning.
Once Annette Natalie Brooks walked into that class room as the new girl in school, Charlie Velez knew he had to talk to her. He knew that they were meant for one another.
For the first time in his life he was speechless; a million words running through his mind, but yet they couldn’t form words to come out of his mouth. She broke the silence, pointing out he was using a pen from her father’s company.
PENCO: Where the pens go.
It still doesn’t make sense to this day.
Charlie didn’t care- all he cared about was getting to know this girl. After a few cheap attempts of impressing her with the things he had, he soon realized that she wasn’t like every other girl. She wasn’t like the girls who would only talk to him because they could buy her things, no…she was different. She was different.
She actually cared about him.
So after a few dates, the two became “official”. They would hold each other’s hands around school, go to each other’s houses after school, go out to eat whenever they can. For Charlie Velez, walking around with Annette was better than walking around with a new watch or a fresh pair of schools. She was better than all of the material things. So soon after they graduated high school, Charlie asked for her hand in marriage. She said yes, and the two promised they wouldn’t get married right away; waiting until their careers got settled before starting a family.
Two years later, they finally tied the knot.
That’s not where the story ends.
You see, things were great the first four years. Hell, their first year of marriage could have been considered the best of their life. But marriage is never that simple. With the growing success of Charlie’s career, Charlie started moving away…focusing more on the career than the family he promised. He wanted to be the best, and would do anything and everything to finally get to that point. Even if it meant continue working, even after his wife suffered a miscarriage.
At one point, it felt like he loved the business more than he loved her.
Then he snapped, fleeing the country in search of his true meaning in life. He left her alone…but she never gave up on him. When he came back, he vowed to be the perfect husband again, to love her with every inch of his body.
But marriage isn’t about smiling all the time. It’s about making it through the rough patches, and even since then there has been a rough patch.
There even were thoughts running through both of their minds that this relationship wouldn’t work, but they knew they couldn’t live without each other.
“So what are you thankful for?”
Charlie and Annette sit on their coach, Charlie’s feet up on the table, relaxing with Annette’s head resting on his chest. He has a glass of wine in the candlelit room, as he ponders the question.
“Shouldn’t you ask me this tomorrow?”
“I could, but I feel like asking you it now. So what are you thankful for?”
“Peanut butter. I’m very thankful for peanut butter. I can’t live without it.”
She “slaps” him on the chest, the two sharing a laugh. Is that Charlie Velez with a sense of humor? A poor sense of humor, yes.
“Seriously…”
“Alright, alright. I’m thankful for…well, I’m thankful for the life I live. The job I have, the house I bought, the family I have…everything. I’m just thankful to be alive in this life.”
“That…is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Hey, you asked.”
“I never said it was a bad thing.”
She says, leaning in to kiss her husband on the cheek.
“Just incredibly corny.”
She kisses him again, smiling. Charlie just slightly turns his head to her, smiling back.
“Are you excited about Sunday?”
He doesn’t answer right away, just slowly nods his head. She knows something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong? I would think you’d be jumping up and down at the opportunity…”
“I am…trust me, I can’t sleep I think about it all the time. But…”
He puts his glass of wine down and sits up. She takes her head off his shoulders, and she too sits up with a look of concern for her husband. The strong, confident Charlie Velez isn’t supposed to be like this…or so the story says.
“I’m not scared. That’s not the problem. I know full well I can beat Dave. It’s not that…it’s the other stuff, the responsibility of being champion. I can do the press conferences, I can do the appearances, and I can defend that belt every day…but can I stay away from you and the kids?”
He says this, turning to her. He holds both of her hands, and stares her in the eyes.
“I’m not someone who does things half assed. If I’m champ…I’m going to give it my all. I almost lost you and the kids before because of this company…I don’t want to come close to that again, Annette. Those weeks you were gone, I don’t know…I thought of doing things I never thought of before. I…I don’t know. I couldn’t think straight without you Annette. I can’t promise I can be here, give you the time you deserve if I win this Sunday. Annette…I don’t know if I want it if this means I’ll lose you.”
He looks down, almost too embarrassed of what he can become. She brings him in, and comforts him, ready to give words of encouragement.
“Listen Charlie, I don’t want you to not go through with things because of us. That you’re even considering us this time makes me know you won’t be like last time. Charlie, I know how important this is to you. When I first met you all you could talk about how you wanted to be champ…hell, I even remember being confused as to why you love this so much. But I can see it now Charlie…this is what you were meant to do.”
She leans in closer, slowly lifting his head up. They stare into each other’s eyes, and all they can see is each other and everything they’ve made.
“I love you Charlie Velez, and nothing’s ever going to change that.”
She leans in, planting a kiss.
“Now THAT was the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“So that’s the road we’re taking Dave?
We’re going to start saying things that really dig deep, bringing personal matters into the whole thing huh? Go out and start talking about my father, talking about my marriage issues, bringing everything to the plate just to get into my head. Smooth move Dave Holland, you’ve finally done something that nobody else here has done.
And that’s bringing some emotion out of me.
That’s not necessarily a good thing, Dave. You see, I’m very emotional guy. If you’ve followed my career long enough, some people will point out that I’m very…what’s the term they use? Oh yeah, ‘emo’. I’m not afraid to let it all out there, and maybe that blows up in my face a couple of times. But see Dave, that’s the difference between people like me and people like you. I let it all out; I let people know the truth, even if it’s detrimental to my life. But do you know why I do it Dave? Do you know why I let you all know about my problems, from my father to my wife? Because I can overcome everything you and everybody else throws at me. I’ve done it all my career; with four bolts holding my neck together I lift everything onto my shoulders, and I bring it to the top. That’s what makes me the best Dave.
Yes, you have the World Champion…a title I’ve said that I needed. To people who know nothing about the business, they would think that you are the best the company has to offer. That nobody can replace you, that you are in fact the man. But how true is it? You can boast about your ‘perfect record’, but does it really make you better than me? Look at my body of work, look at what I’ve done since I walked into this company. Look at the top of the charts. Sure, to the naked eye they look like normal, ordinary points…
But those points prove something.
They prove that I’m better than everybody else; that your friends like Adam Knite can’t hold my jock. That I’m better than everybody else, because all I do is win. I’ve cemented a legacy, I’ve built a road to success that can’t be matched. Look at it Dave, LOOK AT WHAT I’VE DONE…and then tell me I don’t deserve to be in this match. I didn’t take anything from Zelda, she gave it to me and I’m not going to waste this opportunity.
You see Dave, you walk back into this company with everybody singing your praises. ‘The great Brothers Holland has returned!’ is all I heard when you and Milo decided to come back. People acted like it was a big deal, because you have royalty here. Hell, you can take a dump on camera and I bet there’s going to be somebody in the back talking about how awesome it was. Dave Holland, here in nCw you’re a legend…hell, a *** damn Hall of Famer. You come back and you’re instantly put into title matches, without ever proving anything, hell you get an easy schedule in the Road to the Gold tournament and lucked your way to the World title. You’re loved Dave; hell, I know there’s boys in the back who would do anything just to talk to you man.
But that doesn’t mean you deserve this. I was once a God in that other company, people looked at me like they look at you now…but then I signed here in the nCw. Things changed, the ‘legends’ in this company bashed me because of what I represented, they told me that I had to go out and I had to make a name for myself. So what did I do? I beat their favorite wrestler Xavier Cross in the biggest show of the year and I took his title. Did I get respect then? No…I held a championship, the second biggest title this company has to offer, and everybody just bashed me and told me I had to do more. I went on and I became the best damn National Champion this company has ever seen. I beat everybody from future World champions to former World champions defending that belt. It wasn’t enough. I created the Young Guns, and everybody told me it would flop. At one point we all held a championship and dominated this company. I rose to the top of the Power Rankings because I was BETTER than everybody else.
So don’t tell me what I have to earn. Don’t tell me how I took it from Zelda, how I never earned this championship opportunity. You can talk about how I was handed everything in my life because you know what? It’s ****ing true. Every video game I wanted as a kid I got, every car I wanted I bought, every house I wanted to live in I bought. I did it all with the almighty dollar. But don’t ever…EVER tell me I didn’t earn this championship shot. You know how I earned it? I didn’t take it from Zelda, no, I did it from coming to the arena early every day, I got it from coming out and cutting promos early every week while my opponents wait until the last minute, I did it from just being better than everybody. Every flaw I saw in myself I fixed. I almost lost my family because of this company, I almost lost it all because I’m I trained myself so hard to get where I am.
So don’t ever ****ing question why I’m in this spot.
Just because I have more money in the world Dave doesn’t mean I don’t fight. I fight every day, I fight with the constant struggle of wanting more, I fight with the constant urge of being the best. I fight this feeling, and I bring it all out in the ring. Everything I’m not, the middle class wrestler fighting to make it, makes me everything I am. My battles aren’t as ‘drastic’ as yours were, but that doesn’t mean **** in the real world. Dave Holland, I’m quick to judge…
But you’re quick to assume.
Just because I was the richest kid on my block, you just assume that I don’t understand the value of things. That everything is all the same, because hey, I could just buy it. You’re not the only one to think that. I’ve heard Angel talk about it in the past, saying that I only want the belt because it’ll be another notch on my belt, another thing I can wave around and claim to be better than everybody else. But that’s not true Dave, that’s not true at all. I want the championship because I love this business. I understand the worth of being champion, I understand what it means to be the best. Since I’ve been in this company I’ve seen champions undeserving of the belt, hell since I’ve been here to only two I can say actually deserve that belt where Angel and Brad Kane because I know how hard they’ve worked to get there. I hate Brad Kane, but when I saw him after he had won his championship, I can see how much it meant to him. Dave Holland, he didn’t disappear and get handed an opportunity.
That’s why I ****ing hate you Dave. You left us, you disappeared to deal with your **** and then you just came back and had it handed to you. I worked harder than everybody, I sat in line and waited for my turn and I just got cut in line. I don’t care about your ‘perfect record’, you should have never been giving this shot anyway. I get told about respect I need to earn, while I see people like you waltz in and get everything. Dave Holland, if I was the spoiled brat growing up, what the **** does that make you?
Oh, a legend I guess.
If my words cut too deep, if I decided to shoot from the hip to make a point and rubbed the powers that be the wrong way…well, no who cares about that? You see Dave, this is the biggest match of my life, maybe the only chance I’ll ever get for this title. So let me spill it all out, let me tell everybody how I really feel, let me tell the world what’s running through my mind.
I am going to beat you this Sunday, Dave Holland.
Not because of destiny.
Not because I have more money.
Not because I was just born better.
But because I earned it.
Thank Me Later.”
He remembers when their relationship was simple, the biggest argument they would have was whether or not they wanted certain people in their prom limo.
Life has gotten much harder since then.
But their love will prevail.
No matter how many people step on their shoes, no matter how many obstacles come in their way.
Their love will prevail.
They will get hurt along the way, because a marriage isn’t a painless task.
Even then, their love will prevail.
This is his story.
This is His Odyssey.
Growing up in his household, Charlie Velez got everything he wanted. The richest kid in the city, anything he wanted he could get with a snap of his fingers.
Everything fell to second place when he met her.
It was the first day of 10th grade; fourth period to be exact. Sitting in the back of the room with his friend Efren Ramirez (who now is a successful surgeon), discussing the new Star Wars movie that would be released in May, Charlie did not expect his world to suddenly have a meaning.
Once Annette Natalie Brooks walked into that class room as the new girl in school, Charlie Velez knew he had to talk to her. He knew that they were meant for one another.
For the first time in his life he was speechless; a million words running through his mind, but yet they couldn’t form words to come out of his mouth. She broke the silence, pointing out he was using a pen from her father’s company.
PENCO: Where the pens go.
It still doesn’t make sense to this day.
Charlie didn’t care- all he cared about was getting to know this girl. After a few cheap attempts of impressing her with the things he had, he soon realized that she wasn’t like every other girl. She wasn’t like the girls who would only talk to him because they could buy her things, no…she was different. She was different.
She actually cared about him.
So after a few dates, the two became “official”. They would hold each other’s hands around school, go to each other’s houses after school, go out to eat whenever they can. For Charlie Velez, walking around with Annette was better than walking around with a new watch or a fresh pair of schools. She was better than all of the material things. So soon after they graduated high school, Charlie asked for her hand in marriage. She said yes, and the two promised they wouldn’t get married right away; waiting until their careers got settled before starting a family.
Two years later, they finally tied the knot.
That’s not where the story ends.
You see, things were great the first four years. Hell, their first year of marriage could have been considered the best of their life. But marriage is never that simple. With the growing success of Charlie’s career, Charlie started moving away…focusing more on the career than the family he promised. He wanted to be the best, and would do anything and everything to finally get to that point. Even if it meant continue working, even after his wife suffered a miscarriage.
At one point, it felt like he loved the business more than he loved her.
Then he snapped, fleeing the country in search of his true meaning in life. He left her alone…but she never gave up on him. When he came back, he vowed to be the perfect husband again, to love her with every inch of his body.
But marriage isn’t about smiling all the time. It’s about making it through the rough patches, and even since then there has been a rough patch.
There even were thoughts running through both of their minds that this relationship wouldn’t work, but they knew they couldn’t live without each other.
“So what are you thankful for?”
Charlie and Annette sit on their coach, Charlie’s feet up on the table, relaxing with Annette’s head resting on his chest. He has a glass of wine in the candlelit room, as he ponders the question.
“Shouldn’t you ask me this tomorrow?”
“I could, but I feel like asking you it now. So what are you thankful for?”
“Peanut butter. I’m very thankful for peanut butter. I can’t live without it.”
She “slaps” him on the chest, the two sharing a laugh. Is that Charlie Velez with a sense of humor? A poor sense of humor, yes.
“Seriously…”
“Alright, alright. I’m thankful for…well, I’m thankful for the life I live. The job I have, the house I bought, the family I have…everything. I’m just thankful to be alive in this life.”
“That…is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Hey, you asked.”
“I never said it was a bad thing.”
She says, leaning in to kiss her husband on the cheek.
“Just incredibly corny.”
She kisses him again, smiling. Charlie just slightly turns his head to her, smiling back.
“Are you excited about Sunday?”
He doesn’t answer right away, just slowly nods his head. She knows something isn’t right.
“What’s wrong? I would think you’d be jumping up and down at the opportunity…”
“I am…trust me, I can’t sleep I think about it all the time. But…”
He puts his glass of wine down and sits up. She takes her head off his shoulders, and she too sits up with a look of concern for her husband. The strong, confident Charlie Velez isn’t supposed to be like this…or so the story says.
“I’m not scared. That’s not the problem. I know full well I can beat Dave. It’s not that…it’s the other stuff, the responsibility of being champion. I can do the press conferences, I can do the appearances, and I can defend that belt every day…but can I stay away from you and the kids?”
He says this, turning to her. He holds both of her hands, and stares her in the eyes.
“I’m not someone who does things half assed. If I’m champ…I’m going to give it my all. I almost lost you and the kids before because of this company…I don’t want to come close to that again, Annette. Those weeks you were gone, I don’t know…I thought of doing things I never thought of before. I…I don’t know. I couldn’t think straight without you Annette. I can’t promise I can be here, give you the time you deserve if I win this Sunday. Annette…I don’t know if I want it if this means I’ll lose you.”
He looks down, almost too embarrassed of what he can become. She brings him in, and comforts him, ready to give words of encouragement.
“Listen Charlie, I don’t want you to not go through with things because of us. That you’re even considering us this time makes me know you won’t be like last time. Charlie, I know how important this is to you. When I first met you all you could talk about how you wanted to be champ…hell, I even remember being confused as to why you love this so much. But I can see it now Charlie…this is what you were meant to do.”
She leans in closer, slowly lifting his head up. They stare into each other’s eyes, and all they can see is each other and everything they’ve made.
“I love you Charlie Velez, and nothing’s ever going to change that.”
She leans in, planting a kiss.
“Now THAT was the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“So that’s the road we’re taking Dave?
We’re going to start saying things that really dig deep, bringing personal matters into the whole thing huh? Go out and start talking about my father, talking about my marriage issues, bringing everything to the plate just to get into my head. Smooth move Dave Holland, you’ve finally done something that nobody else here has done.
And that’s bringing some emotion out of me.
That’s not necessarily a good thing, Dave. You see, I’m very emotional guy. If you’ve followed my career long enough, some people will point out that I’m very…what’s the term they use? Oh yeah, ‘emo’. I’m not afraid to let it all out there, and maybe that blows up in my face a couple of times. But see Dave, that’s the difference between people like me and people like you. I let it all out; I let people know the truth, even if it’s detrimental to my life. But do you know why I do it Dave? Do you know why I let you all know about my problems, from my father to my wife? Because I can overcome everything you and everybody else throws at me. I’ve done it all my career; with four bolts holding my neck together I lift everything onto my shoulders, and I bring it to the top. That’s what makes me the best Dave.
Yes, you have the World Champion…a title I’ve said that I needed. To people who know nothing about the business, they would think that you are the best the company has to offer. That nobody can replace you, that you are in fact the man. But how true is it? You can boast about your ‘perfect record’, but does it really make you better than me? Look at my body of work, look at what I’ve done since I walked into this company. Look at the top of the charts. Sure, to the naked eye they look like normal, ordinary points…
But those points prove something.
They prove that I’m better than everybody else; that your friends like Adam Knite can’t hold my jock. That I’m better than everybody else, because all I do is win. I’ve cemented a legacy, I’ve built a road to success that can’t be matched. Look at it Dave, LOOK AT WHAT I’VE DONE…and then tell me I don’t deserve to be in this match. I didn’t take anything from Zelda, she gave it to me and I’m not going to waste this opportunity.
You see Dave, you walk back into this company with everybody singing your praises. ‘The great Brothers Holland has returned!’ is all I heard when you and Milo decided to come back. People acted like it was a big deal, because you have royalty here. Hell, you can take a dump on camera and I bet there’s going to be somebody in the back talking about how awesome it was. Dave Holland, here in nCw you’re a legend…hell, a *** damn Hall of Famer. You come back and you’re instantly put into title matches, without ever proving anything, hell you get an easy schedule in the Road to the Gold tournament and lucked your way to the World title. You’re loved Dave; hell, I know there’s boys in the back who would do anything just to talk to you man.
But that doesn’t mean you deserve this. I was once a God in that other company, people looked at me like they look at you now…but then I signed here in the nCw. Things changed, the ‘legends’ in this company bashed me because of what I represented, they told me that I had to go out and I had to make a name for myself. So what did I do? I beat their favorite wrestler Xavier Cross in the biggest show of the year and I took his title. Did I get respect then? No…I held a championship, the second biggest title this company has to offer, and everybody just bashed me and told me I had to do more. I went on and I became the best damn National Champion this company has ever seen. I beat everybody from future World champions to former World champions defending that belt. It wasn’t enough. I created the Young Guns, and everybody told me it would flop. At one point we all held a championship and dominated this company. I rose to the top of the Power Rankings because I was BETTER than everybody else.
So don’t tell me what I have to earn. Don’t tell me how I took it from Zelda, how I never earned this championship opportunity. You can talk about how I was handed everything in my life because you know what? It’s ****ing true. Every video game I wanted as a kid I got, every car I wanted I bought, every house I wanted to live in I bought. I did it all with the almighty dollar. But don’t ever…EVER tell me I didn’t earn this championship shot. You know how I earned it? I didn’t take it from Zelda, no, I did it from coming to the arena early every day, I got it from coming out and cutting promos early every week while my opponents wait until the last minute, I did it from just being better than everybody. Every flaw I saw in myself I fixed. I almost lost my family because of this company, I almost lost it all because I’m I trained myself so hard to get where I am.
So don’t ever ****ing question why I’m in this spot.
Just because I have more money in the world Dave doesn’t mean I don’t fight. I fight every day, I fight with the constant struggle of wanting more, I fight with the constant urge of being the best. I fight this feeling, and I bring it all out in the ring. Everything I’m not, the middle class wrestler fighting to make it, makes me everything I am. My battles aren’t as ‘drastic’ as yours were, but that doesn’t mean **** in the real world. Dave Holland, I’m quick to judge…
But you’re quick to assume.
Just because I was the richest kid on my block, you just assume that I don’t understand the value of things. That everything is all the same, because hey, I could just buy it. You’re not the only one to think that. I’ve heard Angel talk about it in the past, saying that I only want the belt because it’ll be another notch on my belt, another thing I can wave around and claim to be better than everybody else. But that’s not true Dave, that’s not true at all. I want the championship because I love this business. I understand the worth of being champion, I understand what it means to be the best. Since I’ve been in this company I’ve seen champions undeserving of the belt, hell since I’ve been here to only two I can say actually deserve that belt where Angel and Brad Kane because I know how hard they’ve worked to get there. I hate Brad Kane, but when I saw him after he had won his championship, I can see how much it meant to him. Dave Holland, he didn’t disappear and get handed an opportunity.
That’s why I ****ing hate you Dave. You left us, you disappeared to deal with your **** and then you just came back and had it handed to you. I worked harder than everybody, I sat in line and waited for my turn and I just got cut in line. I don’t care about your ‘perfect record’, you should have never been giving this shot anyway. I get told about respect I need to earn, while I see people like you waltz in and get everything. Dave Holland, if I was the spoiled brat growing up, what the **** does that make you?
Oh, a legend I guess.
If my words cut too deep, if I decided to shoot from the hip to make a point and rubbed the powers that be the wrong way…well, no who cares about that? You see Dave, this is the biggest match of my life, maybe the only chance I’ll ever get for this title. So let me spill it all out, let me tell everybody how I really feel, let me tell the world what’s running through my mind.
I am going to beat you this Sunday, Dave Holland.
Not because of destiny.
Not because I have more money.
Not because I was just born better.
But because I earned it.
Thank Me Later.”
He remembers when their relationship was simple, the biggest argument they would have was whether or not they wanted certain people in their prom limo.
Life has gotten much harder since then.
But their love will prevail.
No matter how many people step on their shoes, no matter how many obstacles come in their way.
Their love will prevail.
They will get hurt along the way, because a marriage isn’t a painless task.
Even then, their love will prevail.
This is his story.
This is His Odyssey.