Post by cadillac on Apr 28, 2022 21:44:58 GMT -5
The warmth of bright bulbs as spotlights surround me will never get old. Some people feel at home on the beach, with the smell of salt water flooding their nostrils as the warm sand coats their skin, and the sound of waves echo as they crash against their feet. Some find a winter forest to be their second home - cool crisp air cutting against your cheeks as the satisfying crunch of snow reverberates off the massive bare oaks with every step you take.
But not me. I was born to be under the lights. The brighter the better. It took me a long time to admit that, but I've come to terms with the fact that you have to understand exactly what it is that you want. 'Live your truth', as they say. And I want it bad. I crave it. I'm not built to sit behind a desk, or be part of a team of misfits stocking shelves. I'm especially not built to sit on the sidelines and watch as people who have HALF my talent waltz in, crack a couple boner jokes and get over. Nahhh...
I've come to far to lose the spotlight now. I've fought to hard for it. Sure, it may cost me a few things. Ever since dad... That doesn't matter. Shit happens. Happens to everyone. But sometimes things just get put into perspective for you, and you find out what truly matters.
And what truly matters to me?
We open on a shot that's frankly hard to look at. Indescribable monsters everywhere you look. Flashes of orange attacking your eyes from every direction. Obviously, it's impossible to smell anything through a camera, but somehow your nose is ambushed by the most putrid smells known to man.
It could only be one thing...
The New Jersey boardwalk.
The camera pans across the mass of muscled up, spray tanned Instagram influencers who pound beers and puff on their vapes, having the time of their life as if the planet they're walking on won't be dead in ten years. A literal human infested dumpster fire. How do these people possibly like this place? WHO could possibly like this place?
"HAHAHA THE NEW JERSEY BOARDWALK BAYBEE! I LOVE this place!!!" Of course. The camera pans over and standing with an open tiger print shirt, tan khaki shorts and some Birkenstocks we see Cadillac Jackson. He takes a drink from an overly sweet looking cocktail as he begins strolling down the boardwalk.
"You didn't think we'd host a show in New Jersey and I'd miss the opportunity to visit one of the most glorious, prestigious, sophisticated destinations in the Great US of A. What a perfect way to start a perfect weekend.
Perfect for many reasons, really. A. 'Cuz Caddy Daddy is back where he belongs - under the bright lights of a major Project Honor Pay-per-view! B. YOUR BOY is going to earn a shot at championship gold. And C. Myself and TJ Thompson get to prove ONCE AGAIN why we are two of the most underrated men on this entire roster. You see for weeks now, TJ and I have walked into that ring as the underdogs, being bashed and belittled because we don't look like a tag team. We don't act like a tag team. Hell, we don't even have a real tag team name - even though I don't know how #DaddyDrip hasn't started trending.
Regardless - how can you guys still be hating on us when like T-Pain and DJ Khalid - ALL WE DO IS WIN, BAYBEE!? So what's to lead you people to think that on a grand stage, under the bright lights with an opportunity at championship gold on the line... that this is the part where the wheels fall off?? Bitch please there's a better chance of Billy beating our lord and savior John Blade.
Now don't get me wrong, there are some STELLAR teams standing in our way. Motor City Psychos are one of the most dangerous teams to step into a Project Honor ring in years. Hell Julius by himself has seemingly won the title a thousand different times with a thousand different partners as a thousand different people with a thousand different hair styles! That's impressive shit, man. And Slade, like the man or not is bat shit. He's insane. I certainly don't WANT to be in the ring with him.
Then you got a team like Levanni, Giovanni and Johnny Levy who have been incredibly impressive since they marched onto the scene. Not only are they more than capable in the ring - but more importantly - THEY'RE HOT AS HELL. Fuck man, have you seen the dudes? I'm one of the sexiest swole-boi's walking this planet and even in impressed with that team.
Plus you add in two of the youngest Project Honor members Diana and Mikey Hero - and this is a tough ass match. I'mma be honest, I don't know as much about them, but what I've seen is pretty damn good. I dare say, this is one of the most impressive tag team matches Project Honor has put together since it's little resurgence last year. And don't worry, I'm not sleeping on Golden Godesses or Phantom Troupe even though we've *cough cough* already beaten them *cough cough*.
But seriously. Any other time, against any other team? Any single one of those teams could walk out as number one contender.
But guess what!? TJ Thompson is one of the most decorated stars in the HISTORY of Project Honor - and that's not even including his prowess as a tag team wrestler. Tell me someone more decorated, more respected, more revered when that bell rings to start a tag team. I dare you.
And me? Yeah, it's no secret that I have a shady record. I'm up and down more than the sensitive body parts of teenage boy at prom. - See what I did there? I know y'all love your boner jokes. - But seriously... I won one of the BIGGEST matches in Project Honor history in the Opportunity Knocks battle royal. I came this close... THIS FUCKING CLOSE to being the man to beat that monster Ozymandias for the Grand Championship. And I'm the man who has stood by TJ Thompson's side, after all his other partners left him, and we've won match after match after match.
So no. We're not a perfect team on paper. No. We're not best friends. And no, we're not the sentimental favorite of all the marks loving on their flavors of the week. But you know what we are?
We're a good tag team. A DAMN good tag team. And more important than that?
We're winners. So keep doubting us... it'll make it all the more sweet when
WE.
WIN.
AGAIN."
Cadillac smiles the patented smile, and pops the collar on his shirt. Suddenly, something next to him catches his eye as he strolls past a store called 'Hot Kix' shoe shop. Caddy eyes a pair of Nike's in the window and nods.
"Shit those are some hot shoes." He turns to the camera, and winks. "As hot as my chances of becoming number one contender at Disputed Territory. See y'all on Newark, son." Caddy strolls down the boardwalk, disappearing into the herd of meat heads like a crow into a flock of ravens as the scene fades to black.
