Enforcing My Narrative- A Campbell Chase Production Dec 8, 2019 17:58:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2019 17:58:49 GMT -5
*A camera comes up on the stands at the Greensboro Coliseum. Seated in the center section, looking down at the floor is Campbell Chase. Campbell leans forward in his chair as the camera pans towards him. He is sitting with his hands folded in his lap, admiring and thinking about what this building means.*
Lots of history has occurred in this building. From the days of old, watching the greatest men to ever grace a ring before in front of capacity crowds on networks like TNT and TBS. Those were the days. There are three buildings in your life that when you start in this business, you want to work. Those buildings are Madison Square Garden, The Omni and this building we’re in today. You want to work the Greensboro Coliseum. On December 14th, in front of what will no doubt be a capacity crowd, I get to live that dream.
*Campbell sits back in his chair before rising to his feet and walking towards the arena steps. He begins to descend the steps and continues to speak.*
UWL will present the biggest event in its history, Starrzone, on that date. No greater opportunity has presented itself to me than my showdown with Enforcer. I’ve been run down by my critics for holding to a code, holding to a way of thinking. What I hold self evident in this business is that pure grappling, just two individuals getting into the squared circle and jockeying for position to determine who is the better man, is the best kind of wrestling on the planet. I’ve had my character called into question, my credentials for all intents and purposes pushed aside, and my mission criticized and held as a good for nothing vision for the future of this business.
*Campbell reaches the bottom of the steps as the camera steadies on him. He looks onto the floor of the Greensboro Coliseum and is almost brought to tears.*
When I think of people like Enforcer, an individual who is only in this business because he believes his size and his look will make him a star, it makes me weep for the individuals who work day in and day out to accomplish great things in that ring. Gym rats that are more worried about what they can deadlift and how much weight they can bench press are just as much to blame for the hole this business is in as the hardcore goons that walk around acting like they are Gods in a working man’s industry. I’m brought to tears when I see the state of this business and think of what those that laid the groundwork would think if they were still around to see the utter chaos it has devolved to.
*Campbell walks to the floor of the arena, standing at center court, hands by his side.*
What you need, big man, is a wake up call. You see, it’s not about how much you can lift or how much you weigh, no, no. It’s about how you can use your positioning to gain an advantage. You want to be a technical wrestler? You want to prove you can work the mat just as well as you can overpower a man? Than I’m exactly the test you need. I know your past and, on any other day, I would just as soon not show up to the arena. You see, unlike you, I don’t work with killers and thieves. How soon people forget you’re a former hitman for hire.
*Campbell pulls a phone from his pocket and opens it to a photo of Enforcer’s son.*
It’s no secret that you have committed petty crimes and such but what are you hiding from the world? Enforcer, this picture symbolizes what you are fighting for. Your son is going to grow up and know his father was a good man. That’s the narrative you’d like to spin but that’s not the truth now, is it? You are allegedly a former member of the Delany Crime Syndicate. Cut the crap, we all know that there is no allegedly. You ran with that gang for years before just deciding to leave. What blood do you have on your hands, Enforcer? How many lives did you steal? How many families did you decimate just on a whim? I stand against everything you are! Everything you were then and everything you are now because, under it all, you’re still that hitman from Brooklyn. He’s a cute kid, big man. It’s a shame I have to expose what you really are.
*Campbell turns the phone off and places it back in his pocket.*
Saturday December 14th, I show the world exactly what you are. I expose the false hoods that you have accentuated across decades competition. I double down on my mission. The reason? It’s fairly simple. The reason is what it’s always been. Eliminate the scum of the earth from the sport that I love. The fans may get behind you, Hell, they may even forget the actions you’ve taken in the past. That just doesn’t matter.
*Campbell raises his hands and looks to the sky.*
In this historic arena, I eradicate your narrative. I spit on your broken body and I maim you for the rest of your days. On December 15th, you will wake up in your hotel room sore, beaten and broken knowing that you were decimated by the man who was called a wrestling zealot. The day after Starrzone, the image that will be replaying in your mind will be the moment where Professional Wrestling’s Last Chance tapped you out. I am all this world has left to stand between people like you and to save the future of wrestling.
*Campbell lowers his head and hands, walking to face the camera*
I’m in control now. I control the destiny of this business and at Starrzone, Enforcer will be my greatest example as to why that is. Until then, I’ll just have to bide my time.
*Cambpell drops to his knees and kisses the floor*
I’ll see you on the 14th, Greensboro.
*Campbell rises to his feet and turns his back to the camera, walking towards the tunnel of the arena. The camera blurs before slowly fading to black.*