Post by Charlie Velez on Mar 12, 2011 22:40:38 GMT -6
The long and winding road has taken me to dark places.
There was a time in my life where I wanted to end it all; my neck was split in two, only being held together by screws. My career seemed to be over by my best friend, my wife had lost our first child, I had lost my championship…nothing was going my way. I was in a rut of bad luck for a long time, and didn’t think I’d ever get out.
I just wanted to reach the end of the road…
But I had motivation. I had her at the end of the road, the light at the end of the tunnel. I knew that if I just persevered, perfected my craft so I can get back to the ring…get back to her. I promised her that I would never let her go, that we would be together forever.
I never thought the road would take a detour, and she would be the one who left me…
I always thought that she’d be the loyal one, that she’d let me get away with the little things and try to work things out. Maybe I pushed her too far? I mean I know I’ve been wrong but I’ve done worse and she has forgiven me. Maybe she just got tired of me, thought I wasn’t worth the hassle any more, that our lives just weren’t meant to have each other in them…
Maybe the road took her on the different path…
I can’t fail this family though. I look in the backseat of my car; I look at my two boys. They’re both old enough to realize that their mother hasn’t been seen since Sunday, where she kissed them both good bye before going wherever she went. She didn’t tell them anything, didn’t tell my brother Ryan anything just she’s ‘trying to fix everything’.
By fixing, she means getting rid of the problem…
Our relationship.
So as I drive down this road, and I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I took a different path. An alternate route, if I turned a little sooner. What If agreed to relinquish my championship, the belt I worked harder for than anything in my life. Then where would we be? I’d like to think that it’d be the same predicament, that me choosing the championship over her wasn’t the problem…
But I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I really believed that.
“So where are we going daddy?” asked my oldest son, Jonathan. He seems to be taking this the worst, seeing how he seems to have an idea what’s going on. He’s a bright kid…it’s a shame that we’ve damaged him as much as we already have.
“You’re going to Uncle Ryan’s house…daddy has to work this weekend.” Leaving them alone without their mommy hurts, but what can I do?
Except be the responsible parent…
He doesn’t respond quickly, he just watches the houses outside. His brother, Nicholas, is sleeping, kid has no idea what’s going on…hasn’t even asked for his mom. Just wants to play all day-
“Is mommy there?”
I look back in the rearview, and all I see is a face of a boy who really misses his mommy. I have to hold back any tears trying to come out, because all I see is me when I was his age…asking where my dad was. My dad would work all day and night, and would barely have time to even speak to me let alone take care of me. I see a little Charlie Velez, and I’m playing the role of my dad…
Neglecting my sons needs for a job that I secretly hate.
“No. She’s not there. She should be coming back soon, she just went for a business trip.”
“Oh…okay.” He says, almost believing my lie. He looks out the window, his young eyes staring out the window, thinking everything will be alright.
“I miss her.”
“Me too son.
Me too.”
“Let’s talk about the things we’ve earned in life…
Let’s see. I put hard work in school, so I earned good grades. After I graduated, I wroekd hard to become a great wrestler, and I earned my championship. Easy as that. I worked up the ranks, and I got to where I am today…and how would you deny that? Make up a lie that I don’t deserve to be a spot that I’m in and gloat about how you’ve ‘totally’ earned it? By doing what Alex, being the background character in everything you’ve done? Playing second fiddle to people like MGK and Angel your whole career, trying to share the spotlight with them? You preach about ‘karma’, I preach about facts.
Fact, you’ve never been World Champion here in nCw in the three years you’ve been here.
Fact, I accomplished that goal in less than a year.
You see, you can preach about all this karma Alex but you miss out on very important information when you do. You talk about the world crumbling around me, and yeah, life is hard right now, but there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel for me. When it looks like I’ve come across my worst, biggest fear, you know what I’ve done? I beat it. I beat Venom when he had torn my life apart and I beat Dave Holland in the end when it really mattered. That’s the difference between the two of us Alex, when there’s a problem I face it head on-I’m not a coward like you say. I’m not your typical ‘bad guy’ that runs away from a challenge. I face it head on, I don’t hide behind friends with power. I don’t join the groups to ‘get rid of the bad guys’ just to get more screen time. Alex, I take and I make my own groups, I make my own authority around here, I make promises that I can always follow through on. It’s simple AJ…
I am the law in this company.
I am the standard that people should live up to, I am the superstar that people want to be when they grow up. You don’t believe me Alex? Well that just shows how naïve you are, how out of touch with reality Alex Jones really is. Look at the facts man, just look at them with your two eyes. Look at this company, and look at the men on top, the highlights of the show, the stuff that people talk about. The Young Guns, sir. My creation, my idea, the stable that I helped create. You see Alex, while you just tag along with people at a higher level, I set that level. I set it, and I exceed it every time I step into the ring. You know what the world sees me as, Alex? They see me as World Champion, on top of the world, part of the greatest faction this company-no, professional wrestling as ever seen. They seem me as a billionare, a champion not only in the wrestling ring but in the financial world. They see me as a success story, how a kid from Chicago can grow up to become one of the most powerful men in the world.
They see me as everything you’re not-successful, a winner. One of a kind.
Because that’s something you’re not Alex; you’re not special, you never have been. You want to take a cheap shot and say that I’m only champion because people like Adam, Steve, and Angel are all busy doing something else? You know what’s even worse than that? That you clumped yourself in that group as if you’re at the same class; that you’re even on the same level as any of us. Alex, get it through your skull…
You’re just not main event material, sorry man. You don’t belong with men like me, or like Steve Awesome. Angel tried to give you that image boost, but there was nothing he could do. You want to know why you’re even in this match Alex?
Because people feel sorry for you. People feel sorry that Alex Jones is still trying, even after he failed time and time again. People decided to throw you a bone to try to get that one ‘success’ story out of you, try to see if you can finally do it. But people will be disappointed Alex, just like they have been this point in your career. The shining star that’s about to die out, never realizing his dream of become nCw World Champion. Sounds like a familiar story, right? Sounds like every other run of the mill wrestler that’s come to this company, never made an impact. That’s all you are Alex, sad to say. You can toot your own horn, you can rant all you want, but when you really look back and think, and look at the facts…you’re nothing more than an Average Joe. An Every Man.
A Joe…Every man.
Heh.
Ordinary people don’t win championships, Alex. They just contend for them. You’re ordinary.
I’m special. Which is why I have this belt.
Falcon and Alex both talk about the same things, about how I don’t have anything to fight for but myself. They think that Charlie Velez is nothing but a puppet to the system, wanting to get as much as he can before his time’s out. Maybe they’re right, maybe I do want this all, maybe I am a bit too ‘prideful’ and just want everything to go my way so I can rub that success in their faces. I think you guys might be right, I think you got me all figured out. You’ve done it! You’ve cracked the puzzle…
Now wait in line to get your asses handed to you.
Kyle, I know you hate me more than any other opponent you’ve ever faced. In your distinguished career, I find it a little bit shocking that you’d go as far as to say that, but it’s alright, I have that effect on people. People hate me for stupid reasons Kyle, I mean, sometimes people hate me…because they’re not me. I mean, they try so hard to be like me that they can’t get it right, that it just tears them apart, so they just resort to hating me. But that’s not why you hate me, obviously, you hate me because I’m ‘soulless’ and other junk like that, and hey, maybe I am. You hate me because I succeed when I do things that are wrong. Hey, maybe you’re right and I don’t deserve it.
But here’s the thing…
I have it.
I have everything you want Kyle, but you just can’t admit. You’re going to walk up in front of a camera and tell the world that you wouldn’t want the money that I have? That you wouldn’t want the respect and fame, the respect from a woman you once loved? You wouldn’t want the fame, your name in the bright lights. Hell, you wouldn’t want this championship belt? You see Kyle, you can talk about how you hate me for this deeper reason, how it’s more about that than anything else, but think deeply about this. What is it the most that you hate about me; and don’t say because I’m a jerk who cheats, because come on Kyle, you haven’t really been the symbol of honesty and good sportsmanship with that bribe and all. So what is it Kyle, what is it really?
Don’t answer that. Actually, you know what, I really don’t care what the answer is. I just like watching you squirm as you think of punching my face off. What do I fight for? I fight to watch fools like you feel pain, I fight to watch a Falcon or an Alex Jones be proven wrong, no matter how hard they preach they’re right. You guys have been spending months trying to push me down, from coming out to the ring and calling me a ‘fake’ champion to going on a stupid internet column and doing the same. You guys have gone out of your way to discredit my championship reign, and you know what I’ve done? I’ve sat and watched. I’ve smiled at it all. I’ve watched you make these bold predictions about how you’re going to take down the champ, how you’re going to dethrone the king.
How you’re going to make yourself known.
Bad news boys, Charlie Velez isn’t here to play around. Play time is over, and it’s time for the big boys to show up and show you how it’s done. So run along to your buddy Angel, cry more and wish for another title shot after you lose this Sunday.
I’ll just be sitting here
Watching
Smiling
Laughing.”
Annette Velez has torn my heart apart these past couple of days, and while it is due from my desire to be champ…I can’t deny that I’m hurt to no end.
This road we went down is a slippery one, one that I wish we would stay together.
To be honest, without her I cease to exist.
I’m nothing.
But I fight for more than her.
I fight for my children, and while daddy is in a dark place right now, he’s always there to protect them.
We’re going to overcome all of this.
We’re Velez’s dammit.
We don’t fail.
We don’t lose.
We take the road to victory
Everytime.
There was a time in my life where I wanted to end it all; my neck was split in two, only being held together by screws. My career seemed to be over by my best friend, my wife had lost our first child, I had lost my championship…nothing was going my way. I was in a rut of bad luck for a long time, and didn’t think I’d ever get out.
I just wanted to reach the end of the road…
But I had motivation. I had her at the end of the road, the light at the end of the tunnel. I knew that if I just persevered, perfected my craft so I can get back to the ring…get back to her. I promised her that I would never let her go, that we would be together forever.
I never thought the road would take a detour, and she would be the one who left me…
I always thought that she’d be the loyal one, that she’d let me get away with the little things and try to work things out. Maybe I pushed her too far? I mean I know I’ve been wrong but I’ve done worse and she has forgiven me. Maybe she just got tired of me, thought I wasn’t worth the hassle any more, that our lives just weren’t meant to have each other in them…
Maybe the road took her on the different path…
I can’t fail this family though. I look in the backseat of my car; I look at my two boys. They’re both old enough to realize that their mother hasn’t been seen since Sunday, where she kissed them both good bye before going wherever she went. She didn’t tell them anything, didn’t tell my brother Ryan anything just she’s ‘trying to fix everything’.
By fixing, she means getting rid of the problem…
Our relationship.
So as I drive down this road, and I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I took a different path. An alternate route, if I turned a little sooner. What If agreed to relinquish my championship, the belt I worked harder for than anything in my life. Then where would we be? I’d like to think that it’d be the same predicament, that me choosing the championship over her wasn’t the problem…
But I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I really believed that.
“So where are we going daddy?” asked my oldest son, Jonathan. He seems to be taking this the worst, seeing how he seems to have an idea what’s going on. He’s a bright kid…it’s a shame that we’ve damaged him as much as we already have.
“You’re going to Uncle Ryan’s house…daddy has to work this weekend.” Leaving them alone without their mommy hurts, but what can I do?
Except be the responsible parent…
He doesn’t respond quickly, he just watches the houses outside. His brother, Nicholas, is sleeping, kid has no idea what’s going on…hasn’t even asked for his mom. Just wants to play all day-
“Is mommy there?”
I look back in the rearview, and all I see is a face of a boy who really misses his mommy. I have to hold back any tears trying to come out, because all I see is me when I was his age…asking where my dad was. My dad would work all day and night, and would barely have time to even speak to me let alone take care of me. I see a little Charlie Velez, and I’m playing the role of my dad…
Neglecting my sons needs for a job that I secretly hate.
“No. She’s not there. She should be coming back soon, she just went for a business trip.”
“Oh…okay.” He says, almost believing my lie. He looks out the window, his young eyes staring out the window, thinking everything will be alright.
“I miss her.”
“Me too son.
Me too.”
“Let’s talk about the things we’ve earned in life…
Let’s see. I put hard work in school, so I earned good grades. After I graduated, I wroekd hard to become a great wrestler, and I earned my championship. Easy as that. I worked up the ranks, and I got to where I am today…and how would you deny that? Make up a lie that I don’t deserve to be a spot that I’m in and gloat about how you’ve ‘totally’ earned it? By doing what Alex, being the background character in everything you’ve done? Playing second fiddle to people like MGK and Angel your whole career, trying to share the spotlight with them? You preach about ‘karma’, I preach about facts.
Fact, you’ve never been World Champion here in nCw in the three years you’ve been here.
Fact, I accomplished that goal in less than a year.
You see, you can preach about all this karma Alex but you miss out on very important information when you do. You talk about the world crumbling around me, and yeah, life is hard right now, but there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel for me. When it looks like I’ve come across my worst, biggest fear, you know what I’ve done? I beat it. I beat Venom when he had torn my life apart and I beat Dave Holland in the end when it really mattered. That’s the difference between the two of us Alex, when there’s a problem I face it head on-I’m not a coward like you say. I’m not your typical ‘bad guy’ that runs away from a challenge. I face it head on, I don’t hide behind friends with power. I don’t join the groups to ‘get rid of the bad guys’ just to get more screen time. Alex, I take and I make my own groups, I make my own authority around here, I make promises that I can always follow through on. It’s simple AJ…
I am the law in this company.
I am the standard that people should live up to, I am the superstar that people want to be when they grow up. You don’t believe me Alex? Well that just shows how naïve you are, how out of touch with reality Alex Jones really is. Look at the facts man, just look at them with your two eyes. Look at this company, and look at the men on top, the highlights of the show, the stuff that people talk about. The Young Guns, sir. My creation, my idea, the stable that I helped create. You see Alex, while you just tag along with people at a higher level, I set that level. I set it, and I exceed it every time I step into the ring. You know what the world sees me as, Alex? They see me as World Champion, on top of the world, part of the greatest faction this company-no, professional wrestling as ever seen. They seem me as a billionare, a champion not only in the wrestling ring but in the financial world. They see me as a success story, how a kid from Chicago can grow up to become one of the most powerful men in the world.
They see me as everything you’re not-successful, a winner. One of a kind.
Because that’s something you’re not Alex; you’re not special, you never have been. You want to take a cheap shot and say that I’m only champion because people like Adam, Steve, and Angel are all busy doing something else? You know what’s even worse than that? That you clumped yourself in that group as if you’re at the same class; that you’re even on the same level as any of us. Alex, get it through your skull…
You’re just not main event material, sorry man. You don’t belong with men like me, or like Steve Awesome. Angel tried to give you that image boost, but there was nothing he could do. You want to know why you’re even in this match Alex?
Because people feel sorry for you. People feel sorry that Alex Jones is still trying, even after he failed time and time again. People decided to throw you a bone to try to get that one ‘success’ story out of you, try to see if you can finally do it. But people will be disappointed Alex, just like they have been this point in your career. The shining star that’s about to die out, never realizing his dream of become nCw World Champion. Sounds like a familiar story, right? Sounds like every other run of the mill wrestler that’s come to this company, never made an impact. That’s all you are Alex, sad to say. You can toot your own horn, you can rant all you want, but when you really look back and think, and look at the facts…you’re nothing more than an Average Joe. An Every Man.
A Joe…Every man.
Heh.
Ordinary people don’t win championships, Alex. They just contend for them. You’re ordinary.
I’m special. Which is why I have this belt.
Falcon and Alex both talk about the same things, about how I don’t have anything to fight for but myself. They think that Charlie Velez is nothing but a puppet to the system, wanting to get as much as he can before his time’s out. Maybe they’re right, maybe I do want this all, maybe I am a bit too ‘prideful’ and just want everything to go my way so I can rub that success in their faces. I think you guys might be right, I think you got me all figured out. You’ve done it! You’ve cracked the puzzle…
Now wait in line to get your asses handed to you.
Kyle, I know you hate me more than any other opponent you’ve ever faced. In your distinguished career, I find it a little bit shocking that you’d go as far as to say that, but it’s alright, I have that effect on people. People hate me for stupid reasons Kyle, I mean, sometimes people hate me…because they’re not me. I mean, they try so hard to be like me that they can’t get it right, that it just tears them apart, so they just resort to hating me. But that’s not why you hate me, obviously, you hate me because I’m ‘soulless’ and other junk like that, and hey, maybe I am. You hate me because I succeed when I do things that are wrong. Hey, maybe you’re right and I don’t deserve it.
But here’s the thing…
I have it.
I have everything you want Kyle, but you just can’t admit. You’re going to walk up in front of a camera and tell the world that you wouldn’t want the money that I have? That you wouldn’t want the respect and fame, the respect from a woman you once loved? You wouldn’t want the fame, your name in the bright lights. Hell, you wouldn’t want this championship belt? You see Kyle, you can talk about how you hate me for this deeper reason, how it’s more about that than anything else, but think deeply about this. What is it the most that you hate about me; and don’t say because I’m a jerk who cheats, because come on Kyle, you haven’t really been the symbol of honesty and good sportsmanship with that bribe and all. So what is it Kyle, what is it really?
Don’t answer that. Actually, you know what, I really don’t care what the answer is. I just like watching you squirm as you think of punching my face off. What do I fight for? I fight to watch fools like you feel pain, I fight to watch a Falcon or an Alex Jones be proven wrong, no matter how hard they preach they’re right. You guys have been spending months trying to push me down, from coming out to the ring and calling me a ‘fake’ champion to going on a stupid internet column and doing the same. You guys have gone out of your way to discredit my championship reign, and you know what I’ve done? I’ve sat and watched. I’ve smiled at it all. I’ve watched you make these bold predictions about how you’re going to take down the champ, how you’re going to dethrone the king.
How you’re going to make yourself known.
Bad news boys, Charlie Velez isn’t here to play around. Play time is over, and it’s time for the big boys to show up and show you how it’s done. So run along to your buddy Angel, cry more and wish for another title shot after you lose this Sunday.
I’ll just be sitting here
Watching
Smiling
Laughing.”
Annette Velez has torn my heart apart these past couple of days, and while it is due from my desire to be champ…I can’t deny that I’m hurt to no end.
This road we went down is a slippery one, one that I wish we would stay together.
To be honest, without her I cease to exist.
I’m nothing.
But I fight for more than her.
I fight for my children, and while daddy is in a dark place right now, he’s always there to protect them.
We’re going to overcome all of this.
We’re Velez’s dammit.
We don’t fail.
We don’t lose.
We take the road to victory
Everytime.