UWL, You're Welcome Nov 20, 2019 17:05:26 GMT -5
Post by Campbell Chase on Nov 20, 2019 17:05:26 GMT -5
*A camera fades in to show a dining room with a roundtable in the center. A fireplace burns with vibrant embers as the moon shines through the window. Seated at the table is Campbell Chase, draped in shadows, outlined by the raging fire across the room. Campbell rises from his chair and picks up his Chatal Cheval 1943, pouring it into a glass seated on the table top. He lifts the glass and sips from it before walking towards the fire and begins to speak as he walks.*
To address the Universal Wrestling League and all within it, allow me to give you a taste of who I am. This home was built from the ground up, it’s been hammered by heavy storms across decades of existence but it keeps standing strong upon a foundation as sturdy as it is reliable. That pretty well describes who I am. You see,
*Campbell stops at the fireplace and grabs a poker, pushing around the embers with his back to the camera.*
During my years abroad, I followed the greatest wrestlers from around the globe and watched, always marking down the greatness of what I was seeing. It was euphoric in all of it’s pure grappling glory. As the years began to pass, I realized that professional wrestling was beginning to suffer from a lack of pure sport. This business became more about the spectacle of it all, the ultraviolence that supported the underground before becoming the mainstream. It really began to gnaw at my soul that the sport I loved was being tarnished by those that didn’t have the pure ability to back up what they were promoting themselves as. Many fans saw them as saviors of a new generation and wrestlers for the future. I saw them as thugs pretending to be wrestlers so they can get a quick high off of violence.
*Campbell places the poker on a hook and walks back towards the table, sitting down and taking another drink of his wine. He holds the drink and swirls it,admiring it before sitting it back down and continuing.*
Now, I know not everyone is like that, but it’s become more and more prevalent as the years have passed. It has become my mission to restore pure wrestling back into this sport that I love. I’ve been chastised by so many because they don’t want to hear the truth. UWL has given me a platform to further my mission and restore the vision of wrestling that should’ve never been abandoned. That leads me to UWL Saturday Night on November 30th, 2019. My UWL in-ring debut. I’ll be going to war with Arch Stanton, who for all intents and purposes, embodies what it means to be old school.
*Campbell begins to clap his hands together.*
I applaud you for that, Arch. Even you, though, are more based on brawling around the ring and pounding the living daylights out of your opponents. You probably want to hurt people more than just prove yourself better with a wrestling maneuver. No, no, you’d rather strike them down with fists. Fists are better than steel chairs but violence for the sake of violence is not the answer.
*Campbell smirks and looks directly into the camera*
You can wrestle and it’s going to be a pleasure to get in the ring with someone who is truly capable of grappling. Just know that if you try for even one second to turn this into a brawl, I’ll put an end to it. I’m not going to stoop to the level of the ingrates that pretend. I’m going to rise above that and as long as we agree upon that, Arch, then we’ll be just fine. The second you deviate from that, it’s over.
*Campbell drinks from his glass once more until the glass stands empty on the table. He rises from his seat and approaches the camera, getting dangerously close to the lens with a stern look across his face.*
On November 30th, we both enter the arena with the knowledge that we have one chance to make a first impression, one chance to make our mark. You may be bigger, you may be stronger even to an extent, but you are not enough. I don’t give a damn about the people watching from ringside or the people tuning in at home. This ultimately comes down to man against man, skill against skill, pure grappling against pure grappling. I’m a man of finer tastes and a man who carries himself to a higher standard. All it takes is one crossface and it’s all over so, Arch, I wish you the best of luck upon arrival and hope you get to the ring in one piece. You’re what they call a stretcher but, trust me, you’ve never been stretched like you’ll be stretched by me.
*Campbell begins to exit the room but pauses for a moment before doing so, turning back to the camera.*
Oh, and one more thing. UWL, you’re welcome.
*Campbell leaves the room as the camera slowly fades to black.*