Post by cadillac on Feb 19, 2021 19:02:19 GMT -5
Scene One: The Luxury Experience [on camera]
Let's just face it, there really is no better experience than The Luxury Experience.
(The scene opens with a shot of the previous statement being made by Cadillac Jackson himself, in the driver's seat of a car. The scene is brief, but we see flashes of trees and houses in the window behind him as sunshine reflects off his dark navy sunglasses as well as off his bright white teeth as a flashes a patented Cadillac smile. The scene fades to black, and on the screen in very nondescript white text reads the following.)
(We fade back in on a shot of asphalt being filmed through the front window of a vehicle as a car thunders down the road, the sound of the roaring engine and thundering tires almost drowning out a low melodic background music that has begun to play. Snow-covered trees fly by on the side of the road, trees that nearly completely hide beautiful ranch and colonial houses that we also see for but a moment. The camera bounces up and down with each bump, clearly being held by an unsteady and equally untrained hand before it quickly jerks to the left to film the driver of the car, who is, you guessed it, Cadillac Jackson. He wears the aforementioned shades, his hair spiked flawlessly, and he adjusts the collar of a gray and white stripped polo shirt as the camera focuses on him. He flashes that intoxicating smile once more before beginning to speak.)
CADILLAC: Whatttt uppppp my new Project Honor fam! Or more importantly, my Proving Ground fam! I know you all got introduced to me briefly at The Crowning, but seeing as I'm making my official in-ring debut at Proving Ground: Nine Days, I figured it'd be only fitting to give you the full behind the scenes look at who Cadillac Jackson truly is. Anyone who knows me personally knows I'm as humble as they come, but I'll try just this once to admit a few things so that you get an honest, unbiased look at who I am in "real life" versus what you see on TV. So, I'm basically the f'n best. Again, not to be cocky or anything, but it's not uncommon for people to see me wrestle and compare it to a religious experience. Men and women alike swoon the second I take off my stylish ring jacket and show off this body. That's right, brain and brawn baby 'cuz you BEST BELIEVE Cadillac is swollleeee AF. Honestly it's sort of hard to be me, you know, because it's a lot of pressure when you're the best. It always has been though, it all started when I was a baby...
(There's a very quick video cut and they're further down the road, clearly there was a bit of Cadillac's... uh... humble monologue that was deemed EXCESSIVE. The person responsible for holding the camera speaks.)
UNKNOWN VOICE: So you're making your in-ring debut as you said, what do you think about your first opponent Emmanuelle?
CADILLAC: I love the girl! Emmy - is it cool if I call ya Emmy? Hahaha who am I kiddin', no point of using formalities with ol' Cadillac! Of course I can call ya Emmy! So Emmy, I've seen your work thus far in Project Honor and I gotta say, color me impressed! It take a helluva lot to catch my eye, let alone impress Cadillac, but you've done it. You debuted at one of the biggest shows in Project Honor history, The Crowning, and forgive my language but you had a HECK of a showin'! You eliminated Kogame Akaibara who is not only also a fantastic competitor, but she's a gosh darn pop star Emmy! That's nothing to bat an eye at, that's some serious stuff! That match was full of talent and to get an elimination, even though you were eliminated pretty soon after, is good stuff! And again, you weren't eliminated by a slouch, I've seen Blair Regent and she's a tough cookie in her own right, so even though you did what nobody ever wants to do... lose your debut...its okay! As they say, losing builds character right? I wouldn't really know what that's all about... 'cuz ya know, all I do is win win win no matta what!
UNKNOWN VOICE: Well from the sound of it, you're not all that worried about Emmanuelle? You're pretty confident that even though she didn't, that you'll win your debut?
CADILLAC: Oh it's not a question Doobs! I mean - mysterious cameraman. As I said, all I know how to do is win. In fact, the word 'lose' might as well be taken out of my dictionary. It's foreign to me. It's like the feeling of a luxury steering wheel to a farmer, the taste of caviar to a bum, the touch of a woman to a wrestling fan... it's just a completely unfathomable concept! So again, I'm not here to take anything away from Emmanuelle and quite frankly she should be excited about our match! Yes it means she's unfortunately looking at going 0-2 in Project Honor, but she gets to be part of history! There's very few "firsts" left to claim in this day and age, seems like everyone has done everything at least once. But not for you Emmy! You get to do just that... you get to be the FIRST of a lonnnnggggggg road of people who have lost to Cadillac Jackson! Like Lance Armstrong walking on the moon or Bill Gates discovering electricity, you will go down in history my fair lady!
And I'm sure that doesn't sound the most appealing right now, nobody likesssss to lose, but I'd imagine you get used to it! Plus just think, when my face is plastered on every billboard, website, magazine, bus, train station wall, hall of fame... You can always say 'Well hey, I know there's been countless since myself, but I was Cadillac Jackson's first opponent. And yeah I lost, but so has everyone else, and at least I tried my best!'
Frankly that's going to be best-case scenario moving forward for the Proving Ground roster I fear. I don't know if it's obvious yet, but I settle for nothin' but the absolute, undeniable best. THAT is the true definition of The Luxury Experience. It's living life at its highest level, being at the pinnacle at any and every given moment. Like, no more beating around the bush. Let's just face it, there really is no better experience than The Luxury Experience. The Luxury Experience is the best way to live. No, no. The Luxury Experience... is the only way to live. And unfortunately at Nine Days, my best pal Emmy finds that out the hard way.
UNKNOWN VOICE: So uh, what happens if you do lose?
(Cadillac's smile fades away quickly into the worlds most impressive man-pout. Suddenly there's another jump-cut, and the two are pulling up in front of a simply immaculate house. It has a beautiful galvanized gate that runs the exterior of a sizeable front and back yard. While snow-covered we can still see an in ground pool, as well as an enormous gazebo out back. The house itself is an entity of its own, breathtaking stone accents on a dark blue paint scheme. Smoke rolls from a chimney, making this look like a literal New Hampshire post card. It's simply, in the most literal form of the word, unbelievable.)
CADILLAC: Anyways, it's been a blast chillaxin to the maxin with you all, but I'm afraid I have to go. I've arrived at my humble abode and I do believe that -
(Cadillac looks down at an outrageously large watch on his wrist.)
CADILLAC: YUP! It's half-past bath time! I'm going to go have myself a good soak, and I hope you all have a truly wonderful evening. I'll see you all at Proving Ground: Nine Days, and as always, Cadillac sends his love. Goodbye cuties.
(Cadillac blows a kiss at the camera, and opens his car door. The scene begins to fade out, as the background music reaches its end as well with a satisfying last few notes.)
Scene Two: The Real Life Experience [off camera]
(10 seconds after the camera cuts, Cadillac removes his shades for the first time, exasperated.)
CADILLAC: Did we get it, Doobs?
(The hand manning the camera is a short, thin man with wildly unkempt brown hair that fights to be freed from all sides of a backwards black hat that just reads 'DOPE' in red white and blue font, a well-worn presumably once white Wild Thornberrys tee, and ripped jeans that are equal parts potentially a fashion statement and potentially just a few years past being donated. This man is Cadillac Jackson's younger brother, Dougie Jackson, lovingly known to friends and family as Doobie. He smiles and looks down at his phone nodding, giving Cadillac a big goofy thumbs up.)
DOOBIE: Dudeeeeee, hell yeah we got it. Shit's gonna be tight.
(Cadillac lays his head against the head rest of his seat taking a sigh of relief.)
CADILLAC: Thank fuck. I did not want to do that a fourth time.
DOOBIE: Nah we're cool man, you gave me plenty to work with. I should have it edited up and lookin' nice for you in a few days.
CADILLAC: A few days Doobs? Hell no I need to get that up tonight. This roster is massive and there's a lot of really talented people, I need to make my presence known before I get lost in the shuffle.
DOOBIE: Tonight? I mean, I can get you something by tonight but there won't be many bells and whistles. This is like that poem I wrote for you for your Twitter post all over again! You suck at giving me any heads up haha.
CADILLAC: Arghhhhh... yeah, yeah that's fine. It's gonna have to be fine. These people expect to see Cadillac, hear from Cadillac, I'm not going to get over if they don't see my face and hear my voice Doobie. And hey, for all they know I wrote that Twitter poem all on my own!
(Doobie snickers and adjusts his hat in the rear view mirror.)
DOOBIE: Get over haha, is that why you were trying so hard not to swear? You sounded like a dweeb.
CADILLAC: Ahh fuck you Doobie. This roster is full of edgy angsty 30-year old teens with sailor mouths, I'm going to be different and I'm going to be a role model. That's why I'm the Cadillac baby. That's why people want, what they respect. They want someone well off, well put together and well spoken. They want a superstar. That's who I need to be if I'm going to get us out of this Doobs. Anyway, let's get out of here man before they come home.
(Cadillac throws his car into reverse; a 2006 Nissan Altima, a car that was once beautifully midnight black and is now predominantly a dull gray and spattered with rust, with one white door on the passenger side; and begins to back away from the immaculate house, hitting a small bump as he peels out of the random driveway. When he does, a few beeps echo through his front end and a few lights flash on his dash. Maintenance required, check engine, and to add insult to injury, the gas light comes on. Cadillac groans and slams the steering wheel as he begins down the road.)
CADILLAC: SON OF A... Do you have any cash on ya for gas Doobs?
DOOBIE: Nah man I don't get paid until tomorrow.
(Cadillac furrows his brow, and considers his options.)
CADILLAC: I think I got like $2.75 in quarters in my change pouch, that'll have to do til tomorrow.
DOOBIE: Right on, I can spot ya when I get my direct deposit in the mornin'. God damn I don't wanna go to work tomorrow man, the store's been brutal lately especially with all the storms. It's amazing how much bread and milk old people can buy. You gotta get me out of there man, I can't take it anymore and we're falling further and further behind on dad's bills and rent. Has Project Honor said anything about my tapes yet? You sent mine in the same time as yours right?
(Cadillac looks out the window pensively as the two drive, trying to figure out if it'd be better to attempt to change the subject or not. Either way, he knew the truth the truth was he never sent Doobie's tapes in, he was afraid the powers that be would see how awkward and nerdy Doobie was and it'd affect his own chances of getting the call back. Even now that he was a hired member of the roster, Cadillac couldn't imagine how embarrassed he'd be if they saw Doobie and knew they were related. Even when the climbing debt the two were in, he couldn't even entertain the thought in his mind. But, of course he didn't have the heart to tell his younger brother that.)
CADILLAC: Yeah man I don't know what the hold up is. Maybe they just don't have a creative spot for you yet.
(Doobie nods and looks out his own window, his forced smile poorly masking his heart-break.)
DOOBIE: Yeah. You're probably right. Maybe someday.
(The rest of the car ride is silent. The neighborhood gets noticeably less and less luxurious, until they finally turn into a run down apartment complex. A hefty hair-covered man lays shirtless, unconscious or dead it'd be anybody's guess, next to a dumpster that Cadillac parks next to. Loud rap music plays through a broken window in one of the units that doesn't even seem to faze the two brothers as they approach the building. Doobie enters and Cadillac stops short, surveying his dismal surroundings. He whispers, under his breath to nobody but himself and the frigid night air.)
CADILLAC: This can't last much longer... C'mon Cadillac... You're my last chance of having a real life.
(He smiles, for the first time in a long time a smile that is not a façade or an act... A smile od hope that this character he's built will pull him out of this seemingly never ending nightmare, before following Doobie into their unit as the scene fades.)
Let's just face it, there really is no better experience than The Luxury Experience.
(The scene opens with a shot of the previous statement being made by Cadillac Jackson himself, in the driver's seat of a car. The scene is brief, but we see flashes of trees and houses in the window behind him as sunshine reflects off his dark navy sunglasses as well as off his bright white teeth as a flashes a patented Cadillac smile. The scene fades to black, and on the screen in very nondescript white text reads the following.)
(We fade back in on a shot of asphalt being filmed through the front window of a vehicle as a car thunders down the road, the sound of the roaring engine and thundering tires almost drowning out a low melodic background music that has begun to play. Snow-covered trees fly by on the side of the road, trees that nearly completely hide beautiful ranch and colonial houses that we also see for but a moment. The camera bounces up and down with each bump, clearly being held by an unsteady and equally untrained hand before it quickly jerks to the left to film the driver of the car, who is, you guessed it, Cadillac Jackson. He wears the aforementioned shades, his hair spiked flawlessly, and he adjusts the collar of a gray and white stripped polo shirt as the camera focuses on him. He flashes that intoxicating smile once more before beginning to speak.)
CADILLAC: Whatttt uppppp my new Project Honor fam! Or more importantly, my Proving Ground fam! I know you all got introduced to me briefly at The Crowning, but seeing as I'm making my official in-ring debut at Proving Ground: Nine Days, I figured it'd be only fitting to give you the full behind the scenes look at who Cadillac Jackson truly is. Anyone who knows me personally knows I'm as humble as they come, but I'll try just this once to admit a few things so that you get an honest, unbiased look at who I am in "real life" versus what you see on TV. So, I'm basically the f'n best. Again, not to be cocky or anything, but it's not uncommon for people to see me wrestle and compare it to a religious experience. Men and women alike swoon the second I take off my stylish ring jacket and show off this body. That's right, brain and brawn baby 'cuz you BEST BELIEVE Cadillac is swollleeee AF. Honestly it's sort of hard to be me, you know, because it's a lot of pressure when you're the best. It always has been though, it all started when I was a baby...
(There's a very quick video cut and they're further down the road, clearly there was a bit of Cadillac's... uh... humble monologue that was deemed EXCESSIVE. The person responsible for holding the camera speaks.)
UNKNOWN VOICE: So you're making your in-ring debut as you said, what do you think about your first opponent Emmanuelle?
CADILLAC: I love the girl! Emmy - is it cool if I call ya Emmy? Hahaha who am I kiddin', no point of using formalities with ol' Cadillac! Of course I can call ya Emmy! So Emmy, I've seen your work thus far in Project Honor and I gotta say, color me impressed! It take a helluva lot to catch my eye, let alone impress Cadillac, but you've done it. You debuted at one of the biggest shows in Project Honor history, The Crowning, and forgive my language but you had a HECK of a showin'! You eliminated Kogame Akaibara who is not only also a fantastic competitor, but she's a gosh darn pop star Emmy! That's nothing to bat an eye at, that's some serious stuff! That match was full of talent and to get an elimination, even though you were eliminated pretty soon after, is good stuff! And again, you weren't eliminated by a slouch, I've seen Blair Regent and she's a tough cookie in her own right, so even though you did what nobody ever wants to do... lose your debut...its okay! As they say, losing builds character right? I wouldn't really know what that's all about... 'cuz ya know, all I do is win win win no matta what!
UNKNOWN VOICE: Well from the sound of it, you're not all that worried about Emmanuelle? You're pretty confident that even though she didn't, that you'll win your debut?
CADILLAC: Oh it's not a question Doobs! I mean - mysterious cameraman. As I said, all I know how to do is win. In fact, the word 'lose' might as well be taken out of my dictionary. It's foreign to me. It's like the feeling of a luxury steering wheel to a farmer, the taste of caviar to a bum, the touch of a woman to a wrestling fan... it's just a completely unfathomable concept! So again, I'm not here to take anything away from Emmanuelle and quite frankly she should be excited about our match! Yes it means she's unfortunately looking at going 0-2 in Project Honor, but she gets to be part of history! There's very few "firsts" left to claim in this day and age, seems like everyone has done everything at least once. But not for you Emmy! You get to do just that... you get to be the FIRST of a lonnnnggggggg road of people who have lost to Cadillac Jackson! Like Lance Armstrong walking on the moon or Bill Gates discovering electricity, you will go down in history my fair lady!
And I'm sure that doesn't sound the most appealing right now, nobody likesssss to lose, but I'd imagine you get used to it! Plus just think, when my face is plastered on every billboard, website, magazine, bus, train station wall, hall of fame... You can always say 'Well hey, I know there's been countless since myself, but I was Cadillac Jackson's first opponent. And yeah I lost, but so has everyone else, and at least I tried my best!'
Frankly that's going to be best-case scenario moving forward for the Proving Ground roster I fear. I don't know if it's obvious yet, but I settle for nothin' but the absolute, undeniable best. THAT is the true definition of The Luxury Experience. It's living life at its highest level, being at the pinnacle at any and every given moment. Like, no more beating around the bush. Let's just face it, there really is no better experience than The Luxury Experience. The Luxury Experience is the best way to live. No, no. The Luxury Experience... is the only way to live. And unfortunately at Nine Days, my best pal Emmy finds that out the hard way.
UNKNOWN VOICE: So uh, what happens if you do lose?
(Cadillac's smile fades away quickly into the worlds most impressive man-pout. Suddenly there's another jump-cut, and the two are pulling up in front of a simply immaculate house. It has a beautiful galvanized gate that runs the exterior of a sizeable front and back yard. While snow-covered we can still see an in ground pool, as well as an enormous gazebo out back. The house itself is an entity of its own, breathtaking stone accents on a dark blue paint scheme. Smoke rolls from a chimney, making this look like a literal New Hampshire post card. It's simply, in the most literal form of the word, unbelievable.)
CADILLAC: Anyways, it's been a blast chillaxin to the maxin with you all, but I'm afraid I have to go. I've arrived at my humble abode and I do believe that -
(Cadillac looks down at an outrageously large watch on his wrist.)
CADILLAC: YUP! It's half-past bath time! I'm going to go have myself a good soak, and I hope you all have a truly wonderful evening. I'll see you all at Proving Ground: Nine Days, and as always, Cadillac sends his love. Goodbye cuties.
(Cadillac blows a kiss at the camera, and opens his car door. The scene begins to fade out, as the background music reaches its end as well with a satisfying last few notes.)
Scene Two: The Real Life Experience [off camera]
(10 seconds after the camera cuts, Cadillac removes his shades for the first time, exasperated.)
CADILLAC: Did we get it, Doobs?
(The hand manning the camera is a short, thin man with wildly unkempt brown hair that fights to be freed from all sides of a backwards black hat that just reads 'DOPE' in red white and blue font, a well-worn presumably once white Wild Thornberrys tee, and ripped jeans that are equal parts potentially a fashion statement and potentially just a few years past being donated. This man is Cadillac Jackson's younger brother, Dougie Jackson, lovingly known to friends and family as Doobie. He smiles and looks down at his phone nodding, giving Cadillac a big goofy thumbs up.)
DOOBIE: Dudeeeeee, hell yeah we got it. Shit's gonna be tight.
(Cadillac lays his head against the head rest of his seat taking a sigh of relief.)
CADILLAC: Thank fuck. I did not want to do that a fourth time.
DOOBIE: Nah we're cool man, you gave me plenty to work with. I should have it edited up and lookin' nice for you in a few days.
CADILLAC: A few days Doobs? Hell no I need to get that up tonight. This roster is massive and there's a lot of really talented people, I need to make my presence known before I get lost in the shuffle.
DOOBIE: Tonight? I mean, I can get you something by tonight but there won't be many bells and whistles. This is like that poem I wrote for you for your Twitter post all over again! You suck at giving me any heads up haha.
CADILLAC: Arghhhhh... yeah, yeah that's fine. It's gonna have to be fine. These people expect to see Cadillac, hear from Cadillac, I'm not going to get over if they don't see my face and hear my voice Doobie. And hey, for all they know I wrote that Twitter poem all on my own!
(Doobie snickers and adjusts his hat in the rear view mirror.)
DOOBIE: Get over haha, is that why you were trying so hard not to swear? You sounded like a dweeb.
CADILLAC: Ahh fuck you Doobie. This roster is full of edgy angsty 30-year old teens with sailor mouths, I'm going to be different and I'm going to be a role model. That's why I'm the Cadillac baby. That's why people want, what they respect. They want someone well off, well put together and well spoken. They want a superstar. That's who I need to be if I'm going to get us out of this Doobs. Anyway, let's get out of here man before they come home.
(Cadillac throws his car into reverse; a 2006 Nissan Altima, a car that was once beautifully midnight black and is now predominantly a dull gray and spattered with rust, with one white door on the passenger side; and begins to back away from the immaculate house, hitting a small bump as he peels out of the random driveway. When he does, a few beeps echo through his front end and a few lights flash on his dash. Maintenance required, check engine, and to add insult to injury, the gas light comes on. Cadillac groans and slams the steering wheel as he begins down the road.)
CADILLAC: SON OF A... Do you have any cash on ya for gas Doobs?
DOOBIE: Nah man I don't get paid until tomorrow.
(Cadillac furrows his brow, and considers his options.)
CADILLAC: I think I got like $2.75 in quarters in my change pouch, that'll have to do til tomorrow.
DOOBIE: Right on, I can spot ya when I get my direct deposit in the mornin'. God damn I don't wanna go to work tomorrow man, the store's been brutal lately especially with all the storms. It's amazing how much bread and milk old people can buy. You gotta get me out of there man, I can't take it anymore and we're falling further and further behind on dad's bills and rent. Has Project Honor said anything about my tapes yet? You sent mine in the same time as yours right?
(Cadillac looks out the window pensively as the two drive, trying to figure out if it'd be better to attempt to change the subject or not. Either way, he knew the truth the truth was he never sent Doobie's tapes in, he was afraid the powers that be would see how awkward and nerdy Doobie was and it'd affect his own chances of getting the call back. Even now that he was a hired member of the roster, Cadillac couldn't imagine how embarrassed he'd be if they saw Doobie and knew they were related. Even when the climbing debt the two were in, he couldn't even entertain the thought in his mind. But, of course he didn't have the heart to tell his younger brother that.)
CADILLAC: Yeah man I don't know what the hold up is. Maybe they just don't have a creative spot for you yet.
(Doobie nods and looks out his own window, his forced smile poorly masking his heart-break.)
DOOBIE: Yeah. You're probably right. Maybe someday.
(The rest of the car ride is silent. The neighborhood gets noticeably less and less luxurious, until they finally turn into a run down apartment complex. A hefty hair-covered man lays shirtless, unconscious or dead it'd be anybody's guess, next to a dumpster that Cadillac parks next to. Loud rap music plays through a broken window in one of the units that doesn't even seem to faze the two brothers as they approach the building. Doobie enters and Cadillac stops short, surveying his dismal surroundings. He whispers, under his breath to nobody but himself and the frigid night air.)
CADILLAC: This can't last much longer... C'mon Cadillac... You're my last chance of having a real life.
(He smiles, for the first time in a long time a smile that is not a façade or an act... A smile od hope that this character he's built will pull him out of this seemingly never ending nightmare, before following Doobie into their unit as the scene fades.)
