Post by Charlie Velez on Feb 1, 2011 11:11:54 GMT -6
“Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
His pitch black hair, the growl he has in his voice, the things he does in the ring, his speeches that try to be deep, but fail miserably at the thought.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
The man who would go through anything to win, the man who, even while suspended, shows up every week, boasting about how he has this ‘power’ even though the biggest thing he’s done was count to three, and claiming me the winner.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
The man who on live television, shown around the world, punches his girlfriend in the sternum and then comes out on television a week later, claiming it was alright. The man who a few weeks prior insulted and ridiculed me for doing the same thing.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
Not me.
It’s easy to sit and watch me Kyle, thinking that you have everything figured out. Thinking that you know who I am, painting yourself as a hero because of the ‘sacrifices’ you made. Cute video you showed there, because I’m sure you’re the only one to put your body on the line. Hell, a week before my huge World Championship match I fell off the rafters in a Death Cage match only to win the World Championship.
You want to speak of sacrifice? Get on line, because everybody in this company has sacrificed a few things to get the job done.
What’s the saying? ‘I got to make it to heaven for going through hell’?
That’s what my World Championship is.
It’s my piece of heaven for going through the hell I’ve gone through in my career. Only because I’m the established star I am now doesn’t mean I haven’t gone through the things you have Kyle; hell, right now would be a cakewalk for me. But unlike you Kyle I’ve evolved, I’ve gotten bigger, I’ve gotten stronger, and yes, I’ve gotten better. I’m now at the top of my game, and on top of the mountain here in the nCw.
A place where you want to be.
Because it must hurt you to see me on top. For months after my debut all you did was tell me I wasn’t good enough, that I couldn’t live off the name I’ve established beforehand. I’d take the National Championship and brought it to new heights, but it wasn’t good enough for Kyle. I dominated house hold names like Andrew Jacobsen and Brad Kane, but that wasn’t good enough for Kyle. I pinned you twice in a one week span, but still Kyle has the insults running from his mouth. Listen Kyle, I’ve never needed your approval for my greatness…
But all I heard for months was my name coming out of your mouth.
For months I heard how the ‘Young Guns this’ and the ‘Young Guns that’ and how after everything I did it wasn’t good enough for the ‘veterans’ in this company. I heard people bash Charlie Velez, tell everybody he was good, but he wasn’t that good. Then I kept winning. I kept dominating in the ring, and I won championships so quick it could make your head spin. Now everybody knows my name and everybody respects me, and you Kyle?
You’re just the punch line in everybody’s jokes.
You want me to do something to you Kyle? You forget, I’m the champion. I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t have to ‘impress’ you in any way, shape, or form. You have to impress me, you have to show me why you deserve a shot at this belt. The thing is that you can’t Kyle. You can say that you won the Riot match, and yeah, that’s an impressive feat, but this is a cruel world we live in…so what have you done for me lately? You’ve sat on your ass and watched me from afar and admired my work. You’ve been suspended, not putting your body through anything, getting the company to defend you if I laid a finger on you while I’ve been there busting my ass in that ring day in and day out. Bumps in the road, but I’m still here World Heavyweight Champion.
And you’re a challenger.
You’re just somebody who wants this championship belt.
But you can’t have it, Kyle.
You think I’m going to hurt myself before our match, Kyle? Do you really think that I’m going to go out of my way to waste energy on you before our big match at Metamorphosis? Ha, Kyle…you’re so cute when you’re trying to be tough, when you think you have things all figured out. I like watching your forehead wrinkle up in anger, your body shaking because you’re so mad. Kyle, I’m not new to this business. I’ve worked around the world and I’ve seen people like you, I’ve heard all the stories, I’ve heard everything you ever said before many times. I’ve had people come out and break my own neck to try to put me down. What you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks, well…
It’s just child’s play.
It’s now time for the big boys to step in, and show you how things are really done.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
Not me.
Who’s afraid of Charlie Velez?
Everybody.
Thank Me Later, okay?”
The scene is still black, but we can hear the sound of bulldozers and trucks. We slowly begin to fade in to show the picture, and it’s just one of an empty street. Right next to the street sign, the camera slowly pans up, showing the name of the street. Lycol Avenue. The street where nCw superstar and Hall of Famer, Falcon lives. The camera begins to pan back some more, and we see bulldozers and construction trucks next to the block, and Charlie Velez standing in front of them. Next to him is a man holding a piece of paper. We listen in on the two of them talking.
“So here are my legal documents from the state, saying I can tear down all of these houses but one.”
“How did you get a hold of these documents?”
“I have friends in high places.”
The man just shrugs, impressed by that response. Charlie looks around, trying to locate the one house he can’t tear down.
“Now what do you plan on building here if I may ask, Mr. Velez?”
“Not quite sure. I think this would make for a great parking lot, hell, I think I might even build a mall around here. You know what, I think I might help the country out and make a new prison around here instead. Have to keep crime off the streets, you know?”
Charlie begins walking down the block, the man following him.
“Now you know you can’t tear down the whole block, right? Everybody else here was willing to negotiate with you except for one. His name is-“
“I know what his name is. Hey listen, just tell the guys to start working. I have something to check out.”
The man nods and runs off back to the construction site. The street is in good shape, a lot of big houses in a nice community. Charlie never looks impressed though, as he just keeps walking until he finds the house he’s looking for. After a brief walk he finally reaches his destination.
612 Lycol Avenue.
Charlie just smiles, as he begins to walk up towards the house. He sits at the top step, not knocking on the door. He looks at his watch, and gives a thumbs up, and almost at that instant the houses around this one begin crumbling down around him. Charlie just sits there, a smile on his face.
“Power.”
His pitch black hair, the growl he has in his voice, the things he does in the ring, his speeches that try to be deep, but fail miserably at the thought.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
The man who would go through anything to win, the man who, even while suspended, shows up every week, boasting about how he has this ‘power’ even though the biggest thing he’s done was count to three, and claiming me the winner.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
The man who on live television, shown around the world, punches his girlfriend in the sternum and then comes out on television a week later, claiming it was alright. The man who a few weeks prior insulted and ridiculed me for doing the same thing.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
Not me.
It’s easy to sit and watch me Kyle, thinking that you have everything figured out. Thinking that you know who I am, painting yourself as a hero because of the ‘sacrifices’ you made. Cute video you showed there, because I’m sure you’re the only one to put your body on the line. Hell, a week before my huge World Championship match I fell off the rafters in a Death Cage match only to win the World Championship.
You want to speak of sacrifice? Get on line, because everybody in this company has sacrificed a few things to get the job done.
What’s the saying? ‘I got to make it to heaven for going through hell’?
That’s what my World Championship is.
It’s my piece of heaven for going through the hell I’ve gone through in my career. Only because I’m the established star I am now doesn’t mean I haven’t gone through the things you have Kyle; hell, right now would be a cakewalk for me. But unlike you Kyle I’ve evolved, I’ve gotten bigger, I’ve gotten stronger, and yes, I’ve gotten better. I’m now at the top of my game, and on top of the mountain here in the nCw.
A place where you want to be.
Because it must hurt you to see me on top. For months after my debut all you did was tell me I wasn’t good enough, that I couldn’t live off the name I’ve established beforehand. I’d take the National Championship and brought it to new heights, but it wasn’t good enough for Kyle. I dominated house hold names like Andrew Jacobsen and Brad Kane, but that wasn’t good enough for Kyle. I pinned you twice in a one week span, but still Kyle has the insults running from his mouth. Listen Kyle, I’ve never needed your approval for my greatness…
But all I heard for months was my name coming out of your mouth.
For months I heard how the ‘Young Guns this’ and the ‘Young Guns that’ and how after everything I did it wasn’t good enough for the ‘veterans’ in this company. I heard people bash Charlie Velez, tell everybody he was good, but he wasn’t that good. Then I kept winning. I kept dominating in the ring, and I won championships so quick it could make your head spin. Now everybody knows my name and everybody respects me, and you Kyle?
You’re just the punch line in everybody’s jokes.
You want me to do something to you Kyle? You forget, I’m the champion. I have nothing to prove to you. I don’t have to ‘impress’ you in any way, shape, or form. You have to impress me, you have to show me why you deserve a shot at this belt. The thing is that you can’t Kyle. You can say that you won the Riot match, and yeah, that’s an impressive feat, but this is a cruel world we live in…so what have you done for me lately? You’ve sat on your ass and watched me from afar and admired my work. You’ve been suspended, not putting your body through anything, getting the company to defend you if I laid a finger on you while I’ve been there busting my ass in that ring day in and day out. Bumps in the road, but I’m still here World Heavyweight Champion.
And you’re a challenger.
You’re just somebody who wants this championship belt.
But you can’t have it, Kyle.
You think I’m going to hurt myself before our match, Kyle? Do you really think that I’m going to go out of my way to waste energy on you before our big match at Metamorphosis? Ha, Kyle…you’re so cute when you’re trying to be tough, when you think you have things all figured out. I like watching your forehead wrinkle up in anger, your body shaking because you’re so mad. Kyle, I’m not new to this business. I’ve worked around the world and I’ve seen people like you, I’ve heard all the stories, I’ve heard everything you ever said before many times. I’ve had people come out and break my own neck to try to put me down. What you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks, well…
It’s just child’s play.
It’s now time for the big boys to step in, and show you how things are really done.
Who’s afraid of Big Bad Kyle Braddock?
Not me.
Who’s afraid of Charlie Velez?
Everybody.
Thank Me Later, okay?”
The scene is still black, but we can hear the sound of bulldozers and trucks. We slowly begin to fade in to show the picture, and it’s just one of an empty street. Right next to the street sign, the camera slowly pans up, showing the name of the street. Lycol Avenue. The street where nCw superstar and Hall of Famer, Falcon lives. The camera begins to pan back some more, and we see bulldozers and construction trucks next to the block, and Charlie Velez standing in front of them. Next to him is a man holding a piece of paper. We listen in on the two of them talking.
“So here are my legal documents from the state, saying I can tear down all of these houses but one.”
“How did you get a hold of these documents?”
“I have friends in high places.”
The man just shrugs, impressed by that response. Charlie looks around, trying to locate the one house he can’t tear down.
“Now what do you plan on building here if I may ask, Mr. Velez?”
“Not quite sure. I think this would make for a great parking lot, hell, I think I might even build a mall around here. You know what, I think I might help the country out and make a new prison around here instead. Have to keep crime off the streets, you know?”
Charlie begins walking down the block, the man following him.
“Now you know you can’t tear down the whole block, right? Everybody else here was willing to negotiate with you except for one. His name is-“
“I know what his name is. Hey listen, just tell the guys to start working. I have something to check out.”
The man nods and runs off back to the construction site. The street is in good shape, a lot of big houses in a nice community. Charlie never looks impressed though, as he just keeps walking until he finds the house he’s looking for. After a brief walk he finally reaches his destination.
612 Lycol Avenue.
Charlie just smiles, as he begins to walk up towards the house. He sits at the top step, not knocking on the door. He looks at his watch, and gives a thumbs up, and almost at that instant the houses around this one begin crumbling down around him. Charlie just sits there, a smile on his face.
“Power.”