Post by Campbell Chase on Nov 21, 2019 3:01:30 GMT -5
*In the empty parking lot of the T-Mobile Arena, the moon illuminating the night, a camera captures Campbell Chase, the shadows outlining his body, standing and preparing to speak to the masses.*
It’s beautiful isn’t it? The moon shining down, giving us just enough light to see what’s out there in front of us. It’s a lovely sight. The moon is pure in all of it’s ways and not watered down by the shackles that surround it. That’s what professional wrestling used to be. Professional wrestling was all about the pure sport of it all. It was about two men, two women, a mixture of both, stepping into the ring and battling to determine who was the better competitor on that day. What happened to that? What I’ve realized is that wrestling has become a farce of itself. You’ve got men like Maverick, who care far too much about striking down an opponent rather than going hold for hold. Then you’ve got men like Chase Jackson who are naive to the fact that this business has a problem.
*Campbell stops for a moment and just shakes his head in disdain for what wrestling has become.*
Turmoil is the perfect name for this show. Do you know why that is? It’s a one word representation of what wrestling has become. It’s all about weapons and destruction. It’s about beating and battering your opponent to the point of blood shed with metal folding chairs and wooden tables. Taking barbed wire baseball bats and aligning them with submissions such as the crossface. It’s absolutely sickening. I’m stepping into the ring at Turmoil with two men who claim to be above that. One’s an MMA style striker and the other is a suplex machine. They want to apply holds do they? They’re the worst ones of them all. You see, the only thing that remotely ties myself with either of my opponents at Turmoil is the fact that my last name is the first name of Chase Jackson. That’s it. For so many years, I’ve sat on the outside and watched as men like Maverick and men like Chase Jackson came into this world, claiming to change some things and what happened?
*Campbell begins to pace back and forth, pointing towards the camera*
The answer to that is, nothing. Everything remained the exact same way it was before. The hardcore wrestlers began taking over. The deathmatch rose to superstardom around the globe while men like me, were out of a job. That’s why I dedicated myself to a cause. I dedicated myself to eradicating that way of thinking. The thought of hardcore wrestling and deathmatch grappling, if you can even call it that, almost makes want to cry. Chase Jackson and Maverick tolerate that sort of wrestling. They walk into promotions just like this one and don’t bat an eye at the proprietors of the hardcore style. To them, it’s always been about the money. That’s the bottom line really isn’t it.
*Campbell stops pacing and turns to face the camera*
Everybody, from the top to the bottom, just wants to collect a paycheck. I’m not doubting that at one time you didn’t want to change the world, but you’ve grown to a point in your life where that just doesn’t mean anything anymore. I want more than a paycheck. I want more than money that is meaningless. I want to initiate change in this industry. I want to prove that the superior wrestling in this world is submission grappling. Pure wrestling in its purest form. I’ll admit, I’m a little older than both of these men, but age brings knowledge and the knowledge I have is that these two men, just aren’t hungry enough. I bring a chip on my shoulder. I bring a cause. Maverick, you’re the type of guy that I want to take under my wing and teach. I want to show you just how to do it.
*Campbell stands in the parking lot, turning and facing the arena. He motions towards the cameraman to follow him as he walks towards the building.*
Chase Jackson is the type of guy I want to eradicate. I want to get rid of this guy because he just doesn’t get it and to me, he never will. He’s naive to the struggle. He touts love but love makes you weak, kid. Trust me, I know.
*Campbell points at the building*
In this building, on November 24th, I face these two individuals with one goal in mind. I plan on walking into the squared circle, bowing to the ring to show it the respect it deserves, and taking thees two young boys to task. I’ve sat back and let this business fall to pieces long enough. From now on Action Wrestling, things change. From now on, you follow my lead. You follow my example. I am Professional Wrestling’s Last Chance and you will know my ways. You will know my mission and you will understand my pain. Turmoil is just the beginning and Maverick, along with Chase Jackson, will feel what it’s like to be in my presence and be stretched by a real wrestler.
*Campbell stops right before the steps take you into the arena.*
This building is where it all begins and one crossface later, your winner, Campbell Chase. See you on the 24th gentlemen
It’s beautiful isn’t it? The moon shining down, giving us just enough light to see what’s out there in front of us. It’s a lovely sight. The moon is pure in all of it’s ways and not watered down by the shackles that surround it. That’s what professional wrestling used to be. Professional wrestling was all about the pure sport of it all. It was about two men, two women, a mixture of both, stepping into the ring and battling to determine who was the better competitor on that day. What happened to that? What I’ve realized is that wrestling has become a farce of itself. You’ve got men like Maverick, who care far too much about striking down an opponent rather than going hold for hold. Then you’ve got men like Chase Jackson who are naive to the fact that this business has a problem.
*Campbell stops for a moment and just shakes his head in disdain for what wrestling has become.*
Turmoil is the perfect name for this show. Do you know why that is? It’s a one word representation of what wrestling has become. It’s all about weapons and destruction. It’s about beating and battering your opponent to the point of blood shed with metal folding chairs and wooden tables. Taking barbed wire baseball bats and aligning them with submissions such as the crossface. It’s absolutely sickening. I’m stepping into the ring at Turmoil with two men who claim to be above that. One’s an MMA style striker and the other is a suplex machine. They want to apply holds do they? They’re the worst ones of them all. You see, the only thing that remotely ties myself with either of my opponents at Turmoil is the fact that my last name is the first name of Chase Jackson. That’s it. For so many years, I’ve sat on the outside and watched as men like Maverick and men like Chase Jackson came into this world, claiming to change some things and what happened?
*Campbell begins to pace back and forth, pointing towards the camera*
The answer to that is, nothing. Everything remained the exact same way it was before. The hardcore wrestlers began taking over. The deathmatch rose to superstardom around the globe while men like me, were out of a job. That’s why I dedicated myself to a cause. I dedicated myself to eradicating that way of thinking. The thought of hardcore wrestling and deathmatch grappling, if you can even call it that, almost makes want to cry. Chase Jackson and Maverick tolerate that sort of wrestling. They walk into promotions just like this one and don’t bat an eye at the proprietors of the hardcore style. To them, it’s always been about the money. That’s the bottom line really isn’t it.
*Campbell stops pacing and turns to face the camera*
Everybody, from the top to the bottom, just wants to collect a paycheck. I’m not doubting that at one time you didn’t want to change the world, but you’ve grown to a point in your life where that just doesn’t mean anything anymore. I want more than a paycheck. I want more than money that is meaningless. I want to initiate change in this industry. I want to prove that the superior wrestling in this world is submission grappling. Pure wrestling in its purest form. I’ll admit, I’m a little older than both of these men, but age brings knowledge and the knowledge I have is that these two men, just aren’t hungry enough. I bring a chip on my shoulder. I bring a cause. Maverick, you’re the type of guy that I want to take under my wing and teach. I want to show you just how to do it.
*Campbell stands in the parking lot, turning and facing the arena. He motions towards the cameraman to follow him as he walks towards the building.*
Chase Jackson is the type of guy I want to eradicate. I want to get rid of this guy because he just doesn’t get it and to me, he never will. He’s naive to the struggle. He touts love but love makes you weak, kid. Trust me, I know.
*Campbell points at the building*
In this building, on November 24th, I face these two individuals with one goal in mind. I plan on walking into the squared circle, bowing to the ring to show it the respect it deserves, and taking thees two young boys to task. I’ve sat back and let this business fall to pieces long enough. From now on Action Wrestling, things change. From now on, you follow my lead. You follow my example. I am Professional Wrestling’s Last Chance and you will know my ways. You will know my mission and you will understand my pain. Turmoil is just the beginning and Maverick, along with Chase Jackson, will feel what it’s like to be in my presence and be stretched by a real wrestler.
*Campbell stops right before the steps take you into the arena.*
This building is where it all begins and one crossface later, your winner, Campbell Chase. See you on the 24th gentlemen