Post by Chase Jackson on Nov 8, 2023 20:10:10 GMT -5
Chase Jackson sat in the cozy office of his therapist, Dr. Martinez. The room was bathed in warm light, casting a soothing atmosphere that seemed at odds with the weight on Chase's shoulders. He took a deep breath and began to open up about the mounting pressure he felt.
"Doc, it's just... it's all getting to be too much," Chase admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "The financial burden of my parents is becoming overwhelming. They've supported me for so long, and now I'm struggling to support them. It's like a never-ending cycle, and I just don't know how to break free." Dr. Martinez listened attentively, her kind eyes fixed on Chase. She knew that the complexities of family dynamics could be a heavy load to bear, especially for someone like Chase who was also trying to navigate a demanding career in professional wrestling.
"It sounds like you're carrying a lot of responsibility on your shoulders, Chase," Dr. Martinez said gently. "It's okay to acknowledge that this is hard. Let's explore some strategies to help you manage this situation and find a way forward."
Chase nodded, grateful for her understanding. "And then there's wrestling," he continued, a mixture of frustration and passion in his voice. "I've poured my heart and soul into Action Wrestling, but sometimes it feels like I'm overlooked, like I'm not getting the opportunities I've earned." Dr. Martinez leaned forward, offering Chase her full attention. "That must be incredibly frustrating," she acknowledged. "Feeling undervalued can be incredibly disheartening, especially when you've worked so hard. Have you considered talking to the management about your concerns?"
Chase sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I have, but it's like talking to a brick wall sometimes. I'm not sure if they really see what I bring to the table." Dr. Martinez nodded, understanding the complexity of Chase's situation. "Perhaps there are other avenues to explore, other ways to showcase your talents and make your contributions more visible. We can brainstorm some ideas together, if you'd like."
As the session continued, Chase felt a sense of relief wash over him. Opening up about his struggles, both personal and professional, was a weight off his chest. With Dr. Martinez's support, he began to see the potential for change and growth, both in his family dynamics and his wrestling career.
"Hey... it's Chase. Look, I know it's been a while, and I hope this isn't too out of the blue. I've been doing some thinking, and, well... I miss you. I miss you a lot.
There's been so much going on lately. I've been feeling lost, like I'm stumbling through everything without a clear path. Your guidance and advice always meant so much to me, and I could really use that right now. I understand if you need time or if this isn't something you're comfortable with. But if you're willing to talk, even just for a little while, it would mean the world to me.
I hope you're doing well, and I look forward to hearing from you, whenever you're ready.
Take care. I still love you, babe. Alright, goodbye."
Chase Jackson stood in his father's living room, frustration and exhaustion bubbling within him. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express the turmoil inside him.
"Dad, I need you to understand," Chase began, his voice tight with emotion. "The pressure I'm under right now... it's suffocating. I'm struggling to support all of us, and it's taking a toll on me." His father looked concerned, his brow furrowing in worry. "Chase, we're in this together. We'll find a way through it," he offered, trying to provide comfort.
Chase's frustration boiled over, and he raised his voice, his words tinged with anger. "It's not that simple, Dad! I've put everything I have into Action Wrestling, but lately, it feels like I'm hitting a wall. Maybe... maybe I just don't have what it takes anymore. Maybe I'm not cut out for this."
His father's eyes widened in surprise, hurt and concern etched on his face. "Chase, you've come so far. You're talented, and you've worked so hard. You can't give up now." Chase shook his head, pacing the room in agitation. "I don't know, Dad. It's like I'm fighting an uphill battle, and I'm not sure if I can keep going. I need something to change, and I don't know where to turn."
His father reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Chase's shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Chase. We're a team, and we'll find a way forward. Don't lose sight of what you've achieved." Chase took a deep breath, the weight of his emotions still pressing down on him. He knew he needed to find a way to navigate through this, to rekindle his passion for wrestling and find a solution for their financial struggles.
As the conversation continued, Chase's father offered support and encouragement, reminding him of the strength and determination he'd shown throughout his wrestling career.
Chase Jackson looks directly into an AW camera before Clash goes live.
Tonight, Jimmy Jackson, you pay for your little smirk and I show and prove to everybody that I belong here. Maybe I don't become World Champion, maybe I don't hit my full potential, maybe I don't have potential, but I know I can become Television Champion again and I know I can take your big dumb ass out, completely. You didn't deserve to be in Turmoil, you don't deserve to have a job on Clash and I prove that tonight in the middle of the ring.
This is the new Chase Jackson, this is the new me and I'm DONE dealing with bullshit.
The scene fades out.
"Doc, it's just... it's all getting to be too much," Chase admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "The financial burden of my parents is becoming overwhelming. They've supported me for so long, and now I'm struggling to support them. It's like a never-ending cycle, and I just don't know how to break free." Dr. Martinez listened attentively, her kind eyes fixed on Chase. She knew that the complexities of family dynamics could be a heavy load to bear, especially for someone like Chase who was also trying to navigate a demanding career in professional wrestling.
"It sounds like you're carrying a lot of responsibility on your shoulders, Chase," Dr. Martinez said gently. "It's okay to acknowledge that this is hard. Let's explore some strategies to help you manage this situation and find a way forward."
Chase nodded, grateful for her understanding. "And then there's wrestling," he continued, a mixture of frustration and passion in his voice. "I've poured my heart and soul into Action Wrestling, but sometimes it feels like I'm overlooked, like I'm not getting the opportunities I've earned." Dr. Martinez leaned forward, offering Chase her full attention. "That must be incredibly frustrating," she acknowledged. "Feeling undervalued can be incredibly disheartening, especially when you've worked so hard. Have you considered talking to the management about your concerns?"
Chase sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I have, but it's like talking to a brick wall sometimes. I'm not sure if they really see what I bring to the table." Dr. Martinez nodded, understanding the complexity of Chase's situation. "Perhaps there are other avenues to explore, other ways to showcase your talents and make your contributions more visible. We can brainstorm some ideas together, if you'd like."
As the session continued, Chase felt a sense of relief wash over him. Opening up about his struggles, both personal and professional, was a weight off his chest. With Dr. Martinez's support, he began to see the potential for change and growth, both in his family dynamics and his wrestling career.
"Hey... it's Chase. Look, I know it's been a while, and I hope this isn't too out of the blue. I've been doing some thinking, and, well... I miss you. I miss you a lot.
There's been so much going on lately. I've been feeling lost, like I'm stumbling through everything without a clear path. Your guidance and advice always meant so much to me, and I could really use that right now. I understand if you need time or if this isn't something you're comfortable with. But if you're willing to talk, even just for a little while, it would mean the world to me.
I hope you're doing well, and I look forward to hearing from you, whenever you're ready.
Take care. I still love you, babe. Alright, goodbye."
Chase Jackson stood in his father's living room, frustration and exhaustion bubbling within him. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express the turmoil inside him.
"Dad, I need you to understand," Chase began, his voice tight with emotion. "The pressure I'm under right now... it's suffocating. I'm struggling to support all of us, and it's taking a toll on me." His father looked concerned, his brow furrowing in worry. "Chase, we're in this together. We'll find a way through it," he offered, trying to provide comfort.
Chase's frustration boiled over, and he raised his voice, his words tinged with anger. "It's not that simple, Dad! I've put everything I have into Action Wrestling, but lately, it feels like I'm hitting a wall. Maybe... maybe I just don't have what it takes anymore. Maybe I'm not cut out for this."
His father's eyes widened in surprise, hurt and concern etched on his face. "Chase, you've come so far. You're talented, and you've worked so hard. You can't give up now." Chase shook his head, pacing the room in agitation. "I don't know, Dad. It's like I'm fighting an uphill battle, and I'm not sure if I can keep going. I need something to change, and I don't know where to turn."
His father reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Chase's shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Chase. We're a team, and we'll find a way forward. Don't lose sight of what you've achieved." Chase took a deep breath, the weight of his emotions still pressing down on him. He knew he needed to find a way to navigate through this, to rekindle his passion for wrestling and find a solution for their financial struggles.
As the conversation continued, Chase's father offered support and encouragement, reminding him of the strength and determination he'd shown throughout his wrestling career.
Chase Jackson looks directly into an AW camera before Clash goes live.
Tonight, Jimmy Jackson, you pay for your little smirk and I show and prove to everybody that I belong here. Maybe I don't become World Champion, maybe I don't hit my full potential, maybe I don't have potential, but I know I can become Television Champion again and I know I can take your big dumb ass out, completely. You didn't deserve to be in Turmoil, you don't deserve to have a job on Clash and I prove that tonight in the middle of the ring.
This is the new Chase Jackson, this is the new me and I'm DONE dealing with bullshit.
The scene fades out.