Post by cadillac on Apr 10, 2022 23:33:58 GMT -5
"I mean, the fact that you're still walking is a miracle - especially considering a little birdie told me that you specifically didn't follow my instructions and are indeed still wrestling - so are you that surprised that you're still having issues with your spine, Cameron?" I fucking hated the way he stared at me. The same look a mother would give a child who touched the stove after your specifically told him not to. I didn't come here to be fucking mocked, I came here to get a professional medical experience, the advice and wisdom of somebody who has dedicated their lives to making others happier and healthier...
or at least some drugs. God at the very least some drugs.
"Yeah, I get it. Doctor tell Caddy no wrestle, Caddy wrestle, doctor mad and Caddy is bad. I get it. All I need is for you to refill my-"
"No, you don't get it Cameron. Clearly you don't fucking get it." So much for bedside manner, huh? "Look Cameron. I'll put this plain as day because for the past few months I've been sugar coating it. You had a man, another human man lift you over his head and drop you some first onto his knee. The fact that you're still walking is a miracle. The fact that you're not wheel chair, or even worse, bed-ridden... IT'S A MIRACLE. Yet you go right back to doing whatever the hell you want, getting slammed onto steel guard rails, jumping off of ladders, doing flips from ten plus feet in the air and landing on your spine -"
"That last one is fair, but I didn't WANT to be slammed on the guard rail, and I didn't jump off the ladder I was pushe-"
"SHUT. UP. You're taking for granted something that hundreds of thousands of people would kill for. Your health and well being. And I know that after all the pain you've been through and all the pressure you've put on yourself lately from your work, that you're not in the best mental state, but that doesn't mean that you can just treat your body like a punching bag and walk out unscathed. Depression is dangerous enough mentally Cameron without you trying to destroy yourself physically-" Fuck this guy.
"First things first, doc, I'm not depressed. Look at me, who the fuck would be depressed when you look like THIS?"
"Cameron you're projecting and deflectin-"
"And secondly Dr. Phil - if I wanted to have somebody belittle me for twenty minutes and tell me how to live my life I'd go back on Twitter and let the keyboard professionals type up their diagnoses."
"Cameron you're angry with me, but I understand it comes from a place of feeling unsatisfied in your career-"
"Leave, my fucking job, out of your mouth. I am the best fucking wrestler walking this planet and a couple untimely losses aren't going to change that, so don't act like you're walking me through some unforgettable trauma. I'm not paying you an outrageous amount of money to hold my hand and tell me I'm pretty, Mom. I'm paying you to do YOUR job. So are you going to fill my prescription and do that, or have you been wasting both of our times?" His fat face wrinkled, and for a moment I could have sworn he actually looked concerned for me. I should have known that was bullshit.
"You know what? No Cameron. No I will not. Because the pills may make the physical pain go away momentarily... but what you've gone through is going to take a lot more than an orange child-proof bottle can give you. I'm sorry Cameron, but I can't help you anymore. I've done all I can do." I wanted to get in his face. No. I wanted to slap his stupid fucking face. But the last thing I needed was some bullshit fine or suspension.
"... Fine. Thanks for nothing."
"If you get the mental health you need Cameron I'd be more than happy to keep helping you with your physical therap-"
"I don't want your help. I don't need your help. I don't need any bodies help.
...
and stop calling me Cameron. Cameron is a loser. A failure. Fragile.
I'm Cadillac Jackson."
The scene opens with a shot of shiny, silky blue fabric - and a placid lullaby playing in the background. As the camera slowly pans out we see more pattern to the fabric, and a sit pans more the fabric reveals itself to be a blanket. A large lump in the blanket can be seen and it rises up and down, soft snores accompanying the tranquil music that plays rhythmically behind the scene. Suddenly, a voice over can be heard slowly entering the scene - the tone soft and comforting like a kindergarten teacher reading a story.
"We all have dreams. Whether it's to be the best lawyer in Kentucky, or be the most accurate shooter in polo, or that your late for school and show up naked and the teacher is dressed as Velma from Scooby-Doo and you don't know whether to be afraid and run away or stay and make your move, respectfully if course. But yeah - we all have incredibly normal, incredibly average dreams.
But unfortunately, something happens to all of our grandiose stories that play out in the theaters of our minds...
... and that's that we wake up." Suddenly the music is ripped away from the scene with a loud record scratch and obnoxious ringing of an alarm clock as the blankets fling forward and sitting up in bed is none other than Cadillac Jackson - fully dressed in a stunning white suit and black sunglasses, even in the dark bedroom, of course.
"You know... I thought I was living a realistic life. I was putting in the work, giving 110%, all for one simple thing. Living out my dream of becoming Legacy Champion. But Hey, Ozy crushed that dream just like he crushed the two vertebrae in my spine... SO I GUESS IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP HUH?" An eerily white smile doesn't retreat from the face of Cadillac.
"Now I don't know who's been paying attention, but it seems waking up has been the best thing for ol' Caddy Daddy, because as of late myself and the drip legend himself TJ Thompson have been like the wilderness of California in the summer... ON FIRE BABY!! And trust me when I say, the 'Daddy Drip' train doesn't look to be slowing down anytime soon. We've created our own little Cinderella story as of late - or I guess Frankenstein is a little more apt because fuck, on paper this mash up is a God damn mess, isn't it? But the fact of the matter is, talent is talent and when you got two of the freshest, flyest studs in the game today side by side? That's trouble for EVERYBODY.
Now Lexi and Betsy - usually women are shaking for a different reason when Caddy is around - but clearly this is a different situation entirely. Even though I'm wearing sunglasses in a dark bedroom, I'm still not blind, and I can see the talent that you both bring to the Project Honor locker room. You're both incredibly talented and anybody who says other wise is an absolute fool. You two have come in and against all odds or any preconceived notions that ignorant, toxically masculine nimrods with their spunk-stained fingers type about you online - you have proven that you belong and that you can tangle with anybody.
But, let's let facts decide. It's no secret that TJ Thompson has had his fair share of success in the tag division, coming from one of the most notorious stables in Project Honor history. Not only that but as of late? He's proven that, pardon my pun, but he's proven he's DRIPPING with potential. And myself? Before shit hit the fan - I was the first person to push Ozymandias to his limits and I was almost the guy to take that title off of his shoulder. And since then yeah, I've had a bit of a stumble - but ever since I got that call from Petey asking me to come back to face him in his retirement tour? Everything is comin' up Caddy baby!
And you two? Yeah, your records are pretty good. Again I won't sit here and honk my own horn without giving yours a little honk... so honk honk - yeah, you're both killing it. I mean as controversial as it was, Betsy has a technical win over one of the biggest stars in wrestling HISTORY on Elena. But other than that? Good God you're almost bullies. Minus a couple formidable opponents you two have just been beating up on the Curtain Jerkers or whatever they call themselves. So yeah, the records are nice on paper, but it'd be like the Patriots going undefeated after moving to the High School circuit. I got bad news for you, Thompson and I aren't planning on painting our faces or cooking you a meal or any of that shit - we're coming into Proving Ground to prove a point.
And that point is simply that many names come and go. But TJ Thompson and Cadillac Jackson? We're here to stay."
Cadillac swings his legs out from under the blankets and stands, adjusting the color of his shirt and his sunglasses as he does.
"Lexi, Betsy - no no no. The entire Project Honor locker room? Y'all should have let your boy keep dreaming. 'Cuz now Caddy Daddy is wide awake and you know what they say.
Don't wake Daddy." The same smile stays glued to an otherwise intense face as the scene slowly fades.
