Post by Charlie Velez on Jun 11, 2012 20:01:54 GMT -6
April 5th, 2011.
A wild night is an easy way to describe the events of last night. The throbbing headache of our former World Heavyweight Champion can be felt from his facial expressions; he looks as if he’s just been in a train wreck. He’s sitting up on the side of his bed, rubbing his eyes to finally wake up from his intense night of sleep. He lets out a sigh, and slightly turns his head to see the woman who rocked his world last night, Mrs. Sophia Cortez. She’s finally getting up as well, sitting up on her pillow.
“Oh Papi…you sure know how to treat a woman.”
Charlie just smirks, shaking his head before turning away. In the background we see Mrs. Cortez reach on the nightstand for her purse, where she pulls out her cigarettes and a lighter. She puts the ciagarette in her mouth and goes to light it up, but she’s rudely interrupted.
“You better not light that cigarette up.”
Mrs. Cortez makes a face, first time Charlie said no to something all night.
“I’m sorry, but I sorely need one after that.”
“No. Not in my house. There’s no smoking allowed in my house. In fact…just get out.”
Charlie buries his face in his hands. Mrs. Cortez just puts the ciagarette down, and slowly crawls over to a distraught Charlie Velez. She slowly begins kissing his neck, but he doesn’t change his demeanor.
“I’m sorry babe…your house your rules. Just usually when a man does something like that to me, I just need something to relax me…you know. I mean, you were just so amazing...”
She says, while running her hand through his hair, still planting small kisses upon his neck. But he’s just simply not in the mood for it.
“I told you to get out of my house. So get out. You know where the door is.”
Charlie gets up and walks out of the room, and right to the bathroom. He immediately tries to clean his face with some water, but he knows that it won’t take the ‘dirt’ off of his body. He just stares at the mirror…slowly realizing that he’s not the man that he thought he once was.
His mind goes back to that day…
The day he promised her everything.
He was just seventeen years old at the time, young, enthusiastic, full of life. He knew that greatness was ahead of him, he was just too young and ignorant to know that it would be such a struggle to get to the top.
But that wasn’t his concern that night. That night, the girl who spent weeks tying up knots in his stomach, was finally going out on a date with him. It wasn’t anything elaborate; both being underage they couldn’t go to a bar or go to a club, so they just simply went out to dinner. He wore his dad’s tie, and remembers how hard it was to put it on. But his dad helped him, and when he finished he remembers the look his father gave him, and the exact words he said.
“She seems like a very nice girl. Treat her with respect, and she’ll be all yours.”
Charlie knew this girl was special. So he would take his dad’s advice to heart, and he would do everything in his power to treat her with respect. So when he picked her up from her house, he opened the car door for her. When they arrived to the restaurant, he held the door and pulled out her chair. He let the lady order first, something a gentleman would do. He even paid for the meal, something a lady should never do on a date.
He knew this wasn’t some regular girl.
“So…I uh…I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too. I’m glad you asked me out…you’re really sweet.”
Charlie’s face was almost as red as Mrs. Cortez’s lipstick, but he digresses. This feeling was something new to Charlie; yeah he had a girlfriend before, so being around girls wasn’t anything new to him. No, this was something else. Every time he would talk about this girl his throat would get filled with a lump, shortness of breath would come over him.
This girl…this girl was the one.
“Thanks. Hey listen…I know this is kind of weird since, like, you just kind of moved her a month ago and you don’t really know me…but um…I don’t know if you’d like…”
The words couldn’t come out. He knew what to say…but he just couldn’t say them. It got to a point where an awkward silence erased the previous sentence, and a whole new conversation he had to be started. But that didn’t ruin the night…and when he got to her house, he walked her to the door.
“I had a great time, Charlie. We should do this again sometime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She said, with a huge smile on her face. This was the opportunity to lean in for the kiss, to seal the deal…
But Charlie Velez, even at a young age, thought his words spoke louder than his actions.
“Listen, what I was talking about earlier…I really, really like you. I think…no, no I know you’re one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met in my life. I know I’m young, but the way I see things is that I’m never going to feel this way again. Our late night talks online…when I talk to you on the phone, I look forward to that every night. It gets me through the day, just knowing that I’m going to talk to you. Now, I don’t know where this is going to take us, but I’d love…I’d absolutely love for you to be my girlfriend and join me on this crazy ride known as life.”
He takes both of her hands and holds it within his, and as serious as a seventeen year old can say it, he says the words that still resonate in his mind today.
“Because I think you’re worth the fight, Annette.”
The sight of Mrs. Cortez takes him out of his trance and he realizes that he’s just daydreaming about a better time. He follows her as she walks out and towards the door, not being the gentleman he once was. She’s left to open the door and turns around.
“I hope you call me again-“
Before she can even finish that sentence Charlie grabs her cheeks, pulling her into the room. It’s not the same rough way they spent the night before, as he closes the door behind her and shoves her against it.
“Listen, you lowlife money grubbing whore, this…this meant nothing to me. You just got me drunk enough to do something stupid, something I never thought I would do. Just because you know how to shake your ass and pout your lips doesn’t mean jack **** to me. You’re a nothing, a nobody, and you can call last night the best moment of your pathetic life. I’m not going to call you, but I know you’re going to be calling my phone off the hook. I might answer it, and I might not, but if I do you know what it’s for and you’ll come and give it to me, not because I’m making you, but because you want some more of that fame. But nobody is going to know, because if you even give the slightest hint to any of your friends, your life? Yeah, it’ll be a living hell. You got that?
I said ‘you got that?’”
She nods her head and Charlie lets go of her face.
“Get your ass out of my house; you’re making me look bad.”
Charlie lets go of the crying Mrs. Cortez and walks away, letting her lead her way out of his house. Charlie just walks over to the kitchen, snatching the bottle of vodka that’s in the refrigerator, and just starts chugging it down. He falls on his couch, his face sinking into the cushion. He slowly gets up, and continues to down away that vodka, alone in his house.
All alone.
“Trent Helms…
Trent Helms…
Trent…
Helms.
Heh.
What a joke he is.
What a joke Trent Helms is, the former World Heavyweight Champion. A former National Champion. Trent Helms.
He’s a joke.
He proves it every time he walks in front of a camera, he proves it every time he walks into the wrestling ring. When he has the chance to prove that he deserves a title shot…he loses his match against the World Champion. Now…he can say I hit him, yeah, I drove his face to the mat with the Closure, but I’m only returning the favor. I mean, he came out and distracted me during my match, and while I still pulled out a victory…I was just returning the favor. You see Trent, I’m a caring man, I have been all my life. When I was the head of Velez Industries, I donated money to many charities, tried to help many underclass people. It’s just in my nature, my father always taught me to help others when given the power to.
And that’s what I’m trying to do here in the NCW, Trent. I’m trying to save it.
Because I watch this…this filth on television and I just get sick. I get sick to watch people who have half the talent of me get the opportunities that I deserve. My stomach turns when I see wrestlers get more respect than I get, and it’s because the fans have to watch and get the **** end of the stick. I hurl every time I watch NCW programming because all I hear all night is the annoying voice of our ‘glorious’ owner, Kelly Knite. A woman who believes in equality, and being fair…
But continues to deny me what I want.
You see Trent, I came back to the NCW not just to get my company back…no, I came back for more. I came back to bring the NCW back to the top, bring it where it should be. Make this million dollar company a billion dollar company. To make wrestling relevant again. But I get the same obstacles put in my way like the first time I stepped foot here; I get doubters and non-believers trying to hold me back.
You were lucky, you weren’t here when I first came to the NCW. You didn’t hear the rumors, didn’t see these sheep dressed up as lions when they would talk to me. In my face they were excited to see me, but behind my back they doubted the hype. They knew I came from that ‘other’ company, and though I was just nothing but hype. That I would fizzle and I wouldn’t make it. But I proved them wrong, I fought harder and I was stronger than them all. I brought the Young Guns over and in less than a month I won the championship you just lost.
But people still doubted me. They said I was ‘too cocky’, hell the other day Andrew Jacobsen called me ‘generic arrogant wrestler A’. That’s what they threw at me.
A company that celebrates a guy who calls himself a ‘GOD’.
A company that throws down the red carpet for a guy who calls himself its ‘KING’.
The same company that recognizes a man as the ‘FACE OF THE FRANCHSE’.
But I’m the one that’s too cocky. I’m the one that has to learn his lesson, who needs to fit in with the rest of the boys in the back. You want the truth? The boys in the back don’t deserve to be in my league. The boys in the back, the people who get praised for being relatively average get the better end of the stick than I do. You see, I get these big stars and I just see them back out of my challenges. The big dog is afraid of Charlie Velez every time he steps up and challenges him.
This is my yard, my universe.
And I’ve proven it every time I walk into the ring. I’ve beaten Hall of Famers, I’ve beaten the most recognized superstars this company has to offer, hell, I beat the man that Trent Helms couldn’t beat this past Sunday and the current World Heavyweight Champion, Ricky Johnson.
But I still have to earn my spot. You see Trent, this is where our paths cross, and this is where you and I don’t get along. You get the world thrown at you, you lose your National Championship to your ‘best friend’, you break up with your girlfriend because you know that you can’t satisfy her just like she wants to be satisfied by your buddy. So what happens to you? You go to your lawyers, and you somehow get into your contract that you’ll get a World title shot.
What happens to me?
I get screwed out of everything, my life turned upside down, and my championship gets stripped, my company stolen by a stupid bitch who’s glued to the television playing video games, and I take my time off. I go to settle my problems and when I come back and demand what I want back, what happens?
I don’t get it.
I get spit in the face, and I just continue to go out and prove my greatness by defeating everybody that’s thrown at me. You? You lose. You continue to embarrass yourself; you continue to be as irrelevant as you can be. But you now have that silver spoon in your mouth. You’re given the opportunity that I deserve; you get the match that I’ve worked my whole life for. Trent Helms, you might think you’re a Lord and Savior…
But I am the only thing that matters.
You know it, I know it, and everybody in the back knows it. Kelly Knite can finally take her head out of her husband’s legs and maybe pay attention to what I’m doing, and she’ll learn it too. Trent…I don’t know how to say this in words you can understand.
You’re not better than me. You never were, and you never will be.
You can get opportunities that you don’t deserve, while I just sit down and watch, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. Because when we walk into that ring together and that bell sounds.
You’re going to have another ‘Match of the Night’.
With the ‘Superstar of the Millennium.’
Thank Me Later.”
Present day.
A much more organized Charlie Velez sits alone in his living room. He’s in his briefs, lap top on the table in front of him. In the background we can see a woman slowly putting on her coat. We can’t see who she is, but again, her voice is familiar.
“Thanks for the good time tonight Charlie…really needed it.”
Charlie doesn’t respond back, he’s too infatuated with what he’s reading on his computer.
“I’m leaving now. Call me, okay?”
“Yeah, I will. The limo will be there to drop you home.”
“See you later, Charlie.”
He says nothing, doesn’t even turn in her direction. The door swings open and closes as she walks out of his house, Charlie not moving an inch. The camera slowly turns around to see what Charlie is looking at, and its pictures.
Pictures of the family he once had, the life he used to love.
He sighs deeply and grabs his phone and for a quick moment it looks like he’s going to make a phone call, but he stops, and puts the phone down. He closes the folder of pictures of his computer, only for it to be the web browser he was looking on before.
And it’s a different picture.
A picture of her…and another man. Happy.
The memory of happy times are stuck in his mind like a throne on a vine.
Letting go is impossible.
But that bottle of Vodka should help.
A wild night is an easy way to describe the events of last night. The throbbing headache of our former World Heavyweight Champion can be felt from his facial expressions; he looks as if he’s just been in a train wreck. He’s sitting up on the side of his bed, rubbing his eyes to finally wake up from his intense night of sleep. He lets out a sigh, and slightly turns his head to see the woman who rocked his world last night, Mrs. Sophia Cortez. She’s finally getting up as well, sitting up on her pillow.
“Oh Papi…you sure know how to treat a woman.”
Charlie just smirks, shaking his head before turning away. In the background we see Mrs. Cortez reach on the nightstand for her purse, where she pulls out her cigarettes and a lighter. She puts the ciagarette in her mouth and goes to light it up, but she’s rudely interrupted.
“You better not light that cigarette up.”
Mrs. Cortez makes a face, first time Charlie said no to something all night.
“I’m sorry, but I sorely need one after that.”
“No. Not in my house. There’s no smoking allowed in my house. In fact…just get out.”
Charlie buries his face in his hands. Mrs. Cortez just puts the ciagarette down, and slowly crawls over to a distraught Charlie Velez. She slowly begins kissing his neck, but he doesn’t change his demeanor.
“I’m sorry babe…your house your rules. Just usually when a man does something like that to me, I just need something to relax me…you know. I mean, you were just so amazing...”
She says, while running her hand through his hair, still planting small kisses upon his neck. But he’s just simply not in the mood for it.
“I told you to get out of my house. So get out. You know where the door is.”
Charlie gets up and walks out of the room, and right to the bathroom. He immediately tries to clean his face with some water, but he knows that it won’t take the ‘dirt’ off of his body. He just stares at the mirror…slowly realizing that he’s not the man that he thought he once was.
His mind goes back to that day…
The day he promised her everything.
He was just seventeen years old at the time, young, enthusiastic, full of life. He knew that greatness was ahead of him, he was just too young and ignorant to know that it would be such a struggle to get to the top.
But that wasn’t his concern that night. That night, the girl who spent weeks tying up knots in his stomach, was finally going out on a date with him. It wasn’t anything elaborate; both being underage they couldn’t go to a bar or go to a club, so they just simply went out to dinner. He wore his dad’s tie, and remembers how hard it was to put it on. But his dad helped him, and when he finished he remembers the look his father gave him, and the exact words he said.
“She seems like a very nice girl. Treat her with respect, and she’ll be all yours.”
Charlie knew this girl was special. So he would take his dad’s advice to heart, and he would do everything in his power to treat her with respect. So when he picked her up from her house, he opened the car door for her. When they arrived to the restaurant, he held the door and pulled out her chair. He let the lady order first, something a gentleman would do. He even paid for the meal, something a lady should never do on a date.
He knew this wasn’t some regular girl.
“So…I uh…I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too. I’m glad you asked me out…you’re really sweet.”
Charlie’s face was almost as red as Mrs. Cortez’s lipstick, but he digresses. This feeling was something new to Charlie; yeah he had a girlfriend before, so being around girls wasn’t anything new to him. No, this was something else. Every time he would talk about this girl his throat would get filled with a lump, shortness of breath would come over him.
This girl…this girl was the one.
“Thanks. Hey listen…I know this is kind of weird since, like, you just kind of moved her a month ago and you don’t really know me…but um…I don’t know if you’d like…”
The words couldn’t come out. He knew what to say…but he just couldn’t say them. It got to a point where an awkward silence erased the previous sentence, and a whole new conversation he had to be started. But that didn’t ruin the night…and when he got to her house, he walked her to the door.
“I had a great time, Charlie. We should do this again sometime.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She said, with a huge smile on her face. This was the opportunity to lean in for the kiss, to seal the deal…
But Charlie Velez, even at a young age, thought his words spoke louder than his actions.
“Listen, what I was talking about earlier…I really, really like you. I think…no, no I know you’re one of the most amazing girls I’ve ever met in my life. I know I’m young, but the way I see things is that I’m never going to feel this way again. Our late night talks online…when I talk to you on the phone, I look forward to that every night. It gets me through the day, just knowing that I’m going to talk to you. Now, I don’t know where this is going to take us, but I’d love…I’d absolutely love for you to be my girlfriend and join me on this crazy ride known as life.”
He takes both of her hands and holds it within his, and as serious as a seventeen year old can say it, he says the words that still resonate in his mind today.
“Because I think you’re worth the fight, Annette.”
The sight of Mrs. Cortez takes him out of his trance and he realizes that he’s just daydreaming about a better time. He follows her as she walks out and towards the door, not being the gentleman he once was. She’s left to open the door and turns around.
“I hope you call me again-“
Before she can even finish that sentence Charlie grabs her cheeks, pulling her into the room. It’s not the same rough way they spent the night before, as he closes the door behind her and shoves her against it.
“Listen, you lowlife money grubbing whore, this…this meant nothing to me. You just got me drunk enough to do something stupid, something I never thought I would do. Just because you know how to shake your ass and pout your lips doesn’t mean jack **** to me. You’re a nothing, a nobody, and you can call last night the best moment of your pathetic life. I’m not going to call you, but I know you’re going to be calling my phone off the hook. I might answer it, and I might not, but if I do you know what it’s for and you’ll come and give it to me, not because I’m making you, but because you want some more of that fame. But nobody is going to know, because if you even give the slightest hint to any of your friends, your life? Yeah, it’ll be a living hell. You got that?
I said ‘you got that?’”
She nods her head and Charlie lets go of her face.
“Get your ass out of my house; you’re making me look bad.”
Charlie lets go of the crying Mrs. Cortez and walks away, letting her lead her way out of his house. Charlie just walks over to the kitchen, snatching the bottle of vodka that’s in the refrigerator, and just starts chugging it down. He falls on his couch, his face sinking into the cushion. He slowly gets up, and continues to down away that vodka, alone in his house.
All alone.
“Trent Helms…
Trent Helms…
Trent…
Helms.
Heh.
What a joke he is.
What a joke Trent Helms is, the former World Heavyweight Champion. A former National Champion. Trent Helms.
He’s a joke.
He proves it every time he walks in front of a camera, he proves it every time he walks into the wrestling ring. When he has the chance to prove that he deserves a title shot…he loses his match against the World Champion. Now…he can say I hit him, yeah, I drove his face to the mat with the Closure, but I’m only returning the favor. I mean, he came out and distracted me during my match, and while I still pulled out a victory…I was just returning the favor. You see Trent, I’m a caring man, I have been all my life. When I was the head of Velez Industries, I donated money to many charities, tried to help many underclass people. It’s just in my nature, my father always taught me to help others when given the power to.
And that’s what I’m trying to do here in the NCW, Trent. I’m trying to save it.
Because I watch this…this filth on television and I just get sick. I get sick to watch people who have half the talent of me get the opportunities that I deserve. My stomach turns when I see wrestlers get more respect than I get, and it’s because the fans have to watch and get the **** end of the stick. I hurl every time I watch NCW programming because all I hear all night is the annoying voice of our ‘glorious’ owner, Kelly Knite. A woman who believes in equality, and being fair…
But continues to deny me what I want.
You see Trent, I came back to the NCW not just to get my company back…no, I came back for more. I came back to bring the NCW back to the top, bring it where it should be. Make this million dollar company a billion dollar company. To make wrestling relevant again. But I get the same obstacles put in my way like the first time I stepped foot here; I get doubters and non-believers trying to hold me back.
You were lucky, you weren’t here when I first came to the NCW. You didn’t hear the rumors, didn’t see these sheep dressed up as lions when they would talk to me. In my face they were excited to see me, but behind my back they doubted the hype. They knew I came from that ‘other’ company, and though I was just nothing but hype. That I would fizzle and I wouldn’t make it. But I proved them wrong, I fought harder and I was stronger than them all. I brought the Young Guns over and in less than a month I won the championship you just lost.
But people still doubted me. They said I was ‘too cocky’, hell the other day Andrew Jacobsen called me ‘generic arrogant wrestler A’. That’s what they threw at me.
A company that celebrates a guy who calls himself a ‘GOD’.
A company that throws down the red carpet for a guy who calls himself its ‘KING’.
The same company that recognizes a man as the ‘FACE OF THE FRANCHSE’.
But I’m the one that’s too cocky. I’m the one that has to learn his lesson, who needs to fit in with the rest of the boys in the back. You want the truth? The boys in the back don’t deserve to be in my league. The boys in the back, the people who get praised for being relatively average get the better end of the stick than I do. You see, I get these big stars and I just see them back out of my challenges. The big dog is afraid of Charlie Velez every time he steps up and challenges him.
This is my yard, my universe.
And I’ve proven it every time I walk into the ring. I’ve beaten Hall of Famers, I’ve beaten the most recognized superstars this company has to offer, hell, I beat the man that Trent Helms couldn’t beat this past Sunday and the current World Heavyweight Champion, Ricky Johnson.
But I still have to earn my spot. You see Trent, this is where our paths cross, and this is where you and I don’t get along. You get the world thrown at you, you lose your National Championship to your ‘best friend’, you break up with your girlfriend because you know that you can’t satisfy her just like she wants to be satisfied by your buddy. So what happens to you? You go to your lawyers, and you somehow get into your contract that you’ll get a World title shot.
What happens to me?
I get screwed out of everything, my life turned upside down, and my championship gets stripped, my company stolen by a stupid bitch who’s glued to the television playing video games, and I take my time off. I go to settle my problems and when I come back and demand what I want back, what happens?
I don’t get it.
I get spit in the face, and I just continue to go out and prove my greatness by defeating everybody that’s thrown at me. You? You lose. You continue to embarrass yourself; you continue to be as irrelevant as you can be. But you now have that silver spoon in your mouth. You’re given the opportunity that I deserve; you get the match that I’ve worked my whole life for. Trent Helms, you might think you’re a Lord and Savior…
But I am the only thing that matters.
You know it, I know it, and everybody in the back knows it. Kelly Knite can finally take her head out of her husband’s legs and maybe pay attention to what I’m doing, and she’ll learn it too. Trent…I don’t know how to say this in words you can understand.
You’re not better than me. You never were, and you never will be.
You can get opportunities that you don’t deserve, while I just sit down and watch, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. Because when we walk into that ring together and that bell sounds.
You’re going to have another ‘Match of the Night’.
With the ‘Superstar of the Millennium.’
Thank Me Later.”
Present day.
A much more organized Charlie Velez sits alone in his living room. He’s in his briefs, lap top on the table in front of him. In the background we can see a woman slowly putting on her coat. We can’t see who she is, but again, her voice is familiar.
“Thanks for the good time tonight Charlie…really needed it.”
Charlie doesn’t respond back, he’s too infatuated with what he’s reading on his computer.
“I’m leaving now. Call me, okay?”
“Yeah, I will. The limo will be there to drop you home.”
“See you later, Charlie.”
He says nothing, doesn’t even turn in her direction. The door swings open and closes as she walks out of his house, Charlie not moving an inch. The camera slowly turns around to see what Charlie is looking at, and its pictures.
Pictures of the family he once had, the life he used to love.
He sighs deeply and grabs his phone and for a quick moment it looks like he’s going to make a phone call, but he stops, and puts the phone down. He closes the folder of pictures of his computer, only for it to be the web browser he was looking on before.
And it’s a different picture.
A picture of her…and another man. Happy.
The memory of happy times are stuck in his mind like a throne on a vine.
Letting go is impossible.
But that bottle of Vodka should help.
