Post by Charlie Velez on Feb 5, 2011 16:42:17 GMT -6
"When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice..."
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice..."
We open up, Charlie Velez standing outside. It’s freezing cold outside; the East Coast has been attacked with a terrible amount of snow, but Charlie seems fine. Coming from the Windy City, cold days are natural to him. He’s watching the men work on the construction, but keeping a close eye on Falcon’s house. He’s yet to see any movement, not even a glimpse of the nCw Hall of Famer. Charlie makes a face, looking back at his phone, not getting a message from anybody. He takes a big sigh, before he’s interrupted by a construction worker.
“Where do you want this, Mr. Velez?”
“Um…I don’t know. Put it over there somewhere.”
The man begins to walk over with the piece of plywood, but stops halfway. He turns to Charlie, noticing that the World Champion isn’t in the greatest of moods.
“Are you alright, sir?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
The man puts down the plywood, dusting off his hands.
“Hey listen, I know you’re a billionaire hot shot and all, but I think you can share your problems with a fellow man. You look like somebody kicked your dog or something.”
Charlie just grins at the small joke, and continues to look around.
“So what’s eating away at ya?”
“Wife problems. You wouldn’t understand.”
“I’ve been with my wife for thirty years bro, I’m pretty sure we’ve gone through anything that a couple could go through. Come on, just sit down, let’s talk about it.”
“Shouldn’t you be…working?”
The man looks over, and we can see the construction almost done. Great Mexicans, Charlie hired.
“I don’t think they need me that much. Come on, lets talk.”
Charlie just shrugs his shoulders, and the two walk over to the sidewalk. Charlie wipes off the floor before he can sit down, where the man just plops down on the floor.
“So what is it, sex life going bad?”
“No…no sex is fantastic. It’s just…see, I don’t think you’re going to understand this one.”
“Come on, try me.”
“*sigh* Alright. Well, you know I’m a big professional wrestler, right? World Champion and everything. The thing is the responsibility of holding this belt is well…enormous. I’m doing autograph signings left and right, having matches every week, you know, going above and beyond. We have two kids. One’s not old enough to know what’s going on, but the other…well; he’s starting to realize that dad’s not home a lot. The other day instead of asking me to do homework, he walked around me and went to his mom. I mean, this is what I’ve worked my life for, I’ve broken bones, I’ve hurt myself on numerous occasions just to get here. But…”
“But you don’t want to miss things, right?”
Charlie can’t come to respond; he just nods and looks down at the floor.
“I don’t want him to resent me like I resented my dad.”
“Sacrifice.”
“What?”
“Sacrifice. That’s what us dad’s do a lot. I had my first kid at the age of twenty five, had no idea what to do. I married the old lady, and we just went on from there. I had to work all day, every day just to support the family. When my son got to your kid’s age, he was the same way. Never wanted to talk with me or anything, just wanted his mommy. But you know what? My son, now thirty years old gives me a call every day. We talk about anything and everything, and we talk for hours and hours. It’s like none of that stuff ever happened. You have to learn that you have to sacrifice some things to make the kids the men you want them to be. It might hurt now to miss the baseball game or the school play, but they’ll remember the times you were there, and they’ll remember what they taught you. Sacrifice. Only thing I have to say.”
Charlie grins and pats the man on the back. He stands up, dusting himself off. He helps the man up to his feet.
“Thanks…what was your name again?”
“Chris. Chris Stufano.”
“Thank you Chris.”
Chris nods his head, and picks up that plywood, going back to work. Charlie watches, thinking about the sacrifices he’s made. He thinks back about his father and the sacrifices he might have made to make Charlie the man he is today.
And he just smiles.
“Faith.
I can give you a long winded explanation.
I can be cute, be a kid from arts’ school and make it mean something else.
I can lie, and tell you that it’s something completely different.
Faith.
I have a lot of it.
It’s easy to judge a marriage when you sit from far away, to make accusations that aren’t really true, but play them off like you know everything. I can sit here and tell the world that Kyle has a terrible relationship with his mother, mentioning how he never talks about her, how he never utters her name. I can make up lies, and act like I know what’s going on more then the person in the relationship. I can sit here, and tell you all that I know the truth, and when Kyle comes out to defend himself he’s just a liar, nothing but a phony.
But who would I be?
Would I be the World Champion, the best this company has to offer?
Or would I be the challenger, grasping at straws so he can get his five minutes of airtime?
The World Championship has always been in my heart, I will never deny that. As a teenager, I dreamed of winning the belt, being the champ that nobody else could be. While you were living the life, I was dreaming it Kyle, and nothing was better in my mind then winning that championship. But time went on, and the love for the belt hid away in my heart, it was pushed over for other things. I had a wife, I got married and she became my number one priority. I still had my career, but she was the only thing on my mind and to this day I can’t go on without her. Then I had two beautiful sons, and the World Championship got pushed further down. I couldn’t even remember the hunger I had for the championship.
But then I got a taste.
And yeah, you know what, I will admit that I pushed things to the side. I couldn’t sleep without getting that championship, a hunger that I had in my stomach for over thirteen years. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe without having that title on my mind. So I pushed and pushed until I finally got the championship, and while my hunger is filled…my heart is empty. The ones I love don’t look at me the same, they wish that I was with them more then I was in the ring.
But I have faith in my sacrifice.
I have faith that when my championship reign finally ends that I will come back to my family with open arms, as the husband and father that I was born to be. My wife, she knows I love her. My children, they know I love them.
So don’t talk about stuff you don’t know, alright Kyle?
But with faith by my side, I look at you Kyle. You’re the ‘super hero’ of this company. You’re the man who can’t accept that people support me in our battle- the man who tries to do the right thing…in the wrong way. Do you have faith in yourself Kyle? No…you don’t. That’s why you spent hours thinking of how you were going to get me, how you were going to ‘hurt’ me and pay me back for what I’ve done. You couldn’t come to an idea Kyle, because you know one thing…
You can’t beat me.
You know that you could have put us in any match you wanted, but the result would have been the same. I would be on top. I would be the one with the championship, I would be the one who stands above the rest of you peons as the true champion of this company. You know it Kyle, and it eats at you inside. You sit in your bed, and you think of clever things to say, trying to be the ‘strong, confident’ Falcon that you’ve spent years trying to show to the audience. But really, Kyle? I knew you were a coward but to prove it to me before our big match, well, speaks volumes of you.
But I already knew that when you punched Zelda in the chest.
When you punched her, and acted like it was alright. What were you trying to prove? That I’m the bad man, that hanging out with me will lead to the downfall of her career? That by joining the Young Guns, the great Zelda Knite would cease to exist? She’s been with us for about four months, and she’s still the most dominant female in the company. She’s happier now then she ever was with you…
So what did you prove, Kyle?
That everybody is wrong, and that only you are right?
Heh. And I’m the one with an ego…
But you are right though, being World champion doesn’t make me special. A lot of no names have held this belt, hell a few months ago we had Phillip Burns and DDK fighting for the belt. It doesn’t mean much anymore, sadly. Being World Champion in this company is now just a flavor of the month club, changing hands each and every week. Being champion doesn’t make me special…
But I’m going to make it special.
MY reign will be rivaled with the best of all times, and it starts by beating you this Sunday. It starts when that bell rings, and we lock up one on one. It starts when I give you some Closure to your ranting, Closure to the match, Closure to your crusade against me.
And then it begins.
The title run this company has been asking for, the reason why Leonard Fox signed me, the reason why he had me by his side when he was fighting off his enemies. The title run that I set when I won the National Championship- the title run that I set when I was mowing through the wrestlers in this company like nothing. My destiny has always been to be the greatest World Heavyweight Champion this company has to offer.
And now I have faith.
One day Kyle, you’ll look back and see that I never lied to you. That I told you the truth, and when I’m inducted into the Hall of Fame, my plaque will be put above yours, then you’ll get it. You’ll understand that Charlie Velez, is as great as he said he was. Maybe a tear will run down your cheek, so sad knowing that everything you did was for nothing, that it was just…
Worthless.
When that moment comes, you’ll change your life, and you’ll walk up to me, barely able to walk, and you’ll kiss my hand and just
Thank Me Later.”
The building is complete. It took a short time, but it was built to the top.
Charlie watches, and he still doesn’t know what to build on this property, so he just built houses. He’s going to give it away, because well, he can.
He watches, and he thinks about how this didn’t take a day.
It took hours, hard work, sweat from these men.
Sacrifice.
Then he thinks about his World title run, and how it’s going to take everything in his body to walk out with the World Championship still in hand. That to be the champion he wants to be, he just
Sacrifice.
Then the family he has, the ones that he cares for the most. He knows that missing little things might hurt them now, but he will be there when it really matters. When his sons need advice on women, when they need to learn how to drive. He’ll be there. But now he must
Sacrifice.
Sacrifice the little things.
“Gotta make it to Heaven, for going through hell.” He said earlier this week.
Words never spoke more true.