Post by cadillac on Jun 18, 2021 19:00:19 GMT -5
(The white screen is blinding at first, but only for a moment before fading in on a basic scene. We see Cadillac Jackson, sitting on a nondescript black stool in front of a white curtain backdrop, dressed to the t in a beautiful white and black suit with zebra print sunglasses. He smiles, but seems way more serious than usual.)
CADILLAC: Hi everyone, my name is Cameron Jackson, but you all know me by my ring name Cadillac. For the past few months I've been on a weird journey here in Project Honor. Between figuring out who I truly am and where I belong on this roster coupled with some behind the scenes things? I've lost my focus. And I want to apologize because frankly, you haven't been getting what I originally promised you - the full, Luxury Experience.
You haven't been getting the best of Cadillac Jackson; and I don't know if I can make that up to you. I've listened to what people have had to say about me, how I'm all show and no results. That I've got the look of a star but have fizzled out just like one. They say I'm boring, undeserving of these opportunities, hell Yung Sauce went as far as to say he didn't know who the hell I am. Harsh, but after thinking about it, why would he? What have I done to make anybody care about Cadillac Jackson? And it got me thinking, and it got me searching my soul for the answer to one very important question: Is this for me?
I know everybody has moments in their career, any career, where they start to question themselves... but who knows. Considering what everyone says about me, maybe it's time to pack it in before I embarass myself more?
It wasn't easy, but I made a decision. For those who have stuck with me and believed in me, I have nothing but endless gratitude because this was my dream, and, it's been fun. But sometimes you gotta know when it's time to walk away...
(Cadillac stands up, and brushes off his suit jacket. With a deep breath he tries to exit the scene with pride and dignity, but his discouragement is unmistakable. A pregnant pause, followed by the scene slowly fading to black.)
(Only to have it shoot back into full brightness. Cadillac bursts back into the scene, kicking the stool clear out the left side of the screen for dramatic effect.)
CADILLAC: FuuuuuUuUUUUuuck that man. You think just because you dweebs in your thick-rimmed glasses don't like me that it's going to discourage me? That it's supposed to mean something to me? Look, let's lay all the cards on the table. I'm an arrogant prick, but I've been trying to play nice. I've been trying to make a good impression because nobody likes the guy who has it all. But let's face it - when you got the body of model, the looks of a deity, and the ability of an Olympian - you're doing pretty damn well.
I've bit my tongue, I've cleaned up my vocabulary, and I've talked you nerds up because I simply wanted to be nice. Now? All bets are off, because you phonies are starting to take my kindness as weakness and I'm not going to stand around; a whole-ass man; while you little boys play pretend anymore. I'm the best thing to ever happen to Project Honor, and it's about time you pleabs start acting like it. So whatya say, let's start over, starting with Hell on Earth shall we?
(Cadillac smirks, shaking his head slightly.)
CADILLAC: Let's get one thing straight right out the gate. I hear you. I get it. Not a soul thinks I have a chance in Hell - heh, see what I did there - of winning the Warrior Rising Championship. It's cool. All trash talk aside, this match has some of the best talent in Proving Ground, and Brandon Hendrix, so I'm not offended I'm not leading the poles. What does offend me? That I'm considered just about the last pick to win this match. This match in and of itself is more convoluted than a Fallout match card, but the fact that y'all think I'm the weak link stepping into those gates? Means you REALLY don't know how good I can be. They talk about bringing out the big guns for big matches? Well guess what bitches, ya boy got the only guns he needs right here for Hell on Earth.
(Cadillac grabs both sleeves of his suit jacket with opposing hands, dramatically ripping both of them off and flexing.)
CADILLAC: Now come on, I was giving him a hard time a second ago, but Brandon Hendrix has had one match. One. He beat the masked dude from Fallout and now he's all horned up thinking he's going to win the Warrior Rising Championship? Jason Long has been banned from Twitter longer than you've been in this company so slow your roll. Don't get me wrong man you got a great look and endless potential, but your back must be about ready to collapse after carrying around that massive chip on your shoulder. Call yourself whatever you want, Daddy Donald or whatever your weird little nickname is; the one thing you won't be calling yourself is Warrior Rising Champion.
Valkyrie. Same ol' song and dance, my friend. If I'm going to shit on Donnie Daddick for his lack of tenure, then tag, you're it. Look I'm not saying I'm a ten year vet here, but I've been here long enough that they know I'm not a Johnny Come-lately who's gonna bolt after a tough loss. You however, had yourself a big debut win on Fallout, then the second you were given a real opportunity... ya blew it. No shade being thrown, that's what happened, you were put into a big six person tag match and you lost it for your team. Then you came on over to Proving Ground, and suddenly knock knock. Here comes another opportunity too big for you. Unfortunately SUPERNOVA didn't last, so I don't know what brand you're going to hop to after dropping this ball.
My boy Postman Pat? We've been getting to know each other pretty well the last few months, and frankly I think Pat's the man. Love him. A bit odd for my taste but hey, it takes all kinds. That being said Pat, ya gotta stop and look at the facts. Everytime we've been on a team and we've lost? You're the one being pinned or made tap. Everytime we've been on a team and won? That's all Caddy Daddy. So I'm not saying there's any bad blood, I'm just sayin' if we get teamed up again? The good news is the Warrior Rising Championship will be on one of our shoulders. The bad news is, it won't be yours my man.
Now... The Drip. Look, like I said... I'm not looking to take anything away from anybody. You've all held gold, you all have held your own here on Proving Ground, but y'all don't intimidate me. There's this aura surrounding you guys that The Drip is something special, something to be feared when put up against. Why? Because you all act like you robbed an eighth grader for their best burns and act like absolute jackasses? Let's get this out of the way, the three of you in this match TJ Scott and Sauce... HOW ARE YOU CONSIDERED THE DRIP? Drip is supposed to be people who LPPK and ACT cool. Jesus TJ Thompson looks like the actor who's 35 casted to play an eighteen year old in an eighties sitcom. Dude looks like your drunk Uncle who is cool enough but not in a 'damn I wanna fuck you' way. He's got more of the 'send you a birthday card with twenty bucks' vibe. Yung Sauce? Drip? Half the time you look like a fifteen year debate club leader dressing up as a rapper for a school play, the other half of the time you look like you shouldn't be allowed within 100 feet of a playground. The only people who think you're sexy gotta be nerds, blind or predators my dude. And Scott Oasis? I don't know how much more clear I can be about this. He is a walking. Talking. Breathing. WRESTLING GORILLA. A literal primate. Like any minutes Godzilla is gonna burst from the ocean and track the dude down so they can battle to death. AND HE'S THE BEST LOOKING OF THE BUNCH. The shaved monkey in a suit has the most "Drip" in that little faction.
That may seem a bit much, but what else is a bit much is the fact I can't listen to one of your promos without having to consult a teenage girl to figure out whatever the fuck you're saying. Especially Yung Sauce, who was by far the most critical of me. Brother, you're not hip, you're a creepy looking white teenager from Canada. Jesus, download duolingo or babble and learn your own God damn language. At the end of the day against you guys, you're all great in the ring. It's the out of the ring that I got a problem with. I'm just tired of your little posse being talked up as this big unbeatable entity, and while each and every one of you have a win over me thus far, I'm looking to show everybody, especially you Yung Sauce, why it's worth knowing who the hell I am.
(Cadillac smiles, finally radiating the confidence we saw in his debut months ago.)
CADILLAC: Lastly, my girl Emmy. I'm proud as hell of you Emmanuelle, legitimately. I remember when I debuted you had only had a few matches, and you hadn't really found yourself either. Now look at you, months later and you're the Warrior Rising Champion. Not only that, but you did exactly what I'm looking to do at Hell on Earth; proved everyone wrong. Nobody took you seriously. Hell most of them still don't. But you keep proving them wrong, and I think it's great. People wanna talk down to you on Twitter, say you're a champion of a lifeless division? Clearly they're not watching close enough because I've been on both sides of the ring as you and you're as good as they come.
But that's what this is all about. This entire thing is about Caddy getting his grove back. Getting back into that mindset that I walked in with, because I've let everyone influence the way I acted. But when I first showed up? Shit nobody could deny I was going to be something, especially you Emmy, 'cuz I beat you in my debut match. Honestly some people sight that as the day you finally woke up, it lit a fire under your ass. But I've seen the Tweets and I've heard what you've had to say, and you've gone from confident to comfortable. You truly don't believe anyone in this match is a threat to you, and especially not me. Sound familiar? 'Cuz the last time you underestimated me I pinned you in the middle of that ring. And Emmy? I think it's about time I do it again.
Am I saying this is an easy win? No. Am I even saying it's a guarantee? Absolutely not. What I am saying is this. I'm walking into that match on the bottom of the totem pole, with nobody expecting me to make it past a round or two of this wild-ass match. So while I can't promise a victory, you know what I can promise?
Not a single one of you keyboard warriors or microphone badasses are ever gonna underestimate Cadillac Jackson again, baybee.
(With that, Cadillac presents the one thing that hasn't changed since his debut; the patented white-toothed smile. Cadillac blows a kiss to the camera, before exiting the scene for good this time.)
CADILLAC: Hi everyone, my name is Cameron Jackson, but you all know me by my ring name Cadillac. For the past few months I've been on a weird journey here in Project Honor. Between figuring out who I truly am and where I belong on this roster coupled with some behind the scenes things? I've lost my focus. And I want to apologize because frankly, you haven't been getting what I originally promised you - the full, Luxury Experience.
You haven't been getting the best of Cadillac Jackson; and I don't know if I can make that up to you. I've listened to what people have had to say about me, how I'm all show and no results. That I've got the look of a star but have fizzled out just like one. They say I'm boring, undeserving of these opportunities, hell Yung Sauce went as far as to say he didn't know who the hell I am. Harsh, but after thinking about it, why would he? What have I done to make anybody care about Cadillac Jackson? And it got me thinking, and it got me searching my soul for the answer to one very important question: Is this for me?
I know everybody has moments in their career, any career, where they start to question themselves... but who knows. Considering what everyone says about me, maybe it's time to pack it in before I embarass myself more?
It wasn't easy, but I made a decision. For those who have stuck with me and believed in me, I have nothing but endless gratitude because this was my dream, and, it's been fun. But sometimes you gotta know when it's time to walk away...
(Cadillac stands up, and brushes off his suit jacket. With a deep breath he tries to exit the scene with pride and dignity, but his discouragement is unmistakable. A pregnant pause, followed by the scene slowly fading to black.)
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(Only to have it shoot back into full brightness. Cadillac bursts back into the scene, kicking the stool clear out the left side of the screen for dramatic effect.)
CADILLAC: FuuuuuUuUUUUuuck that man. You think just because you dweebs in your thick-rimmed glasses don't like me that it's going to discourage me? That it's supposed to mean something to me? Look, let's lay all the cards on the table. I'm an arrogant prick, but I've been trying to play nice. I've been trying to make a good impression because nobody likes the guy who has it all. But let's face it - when you got the body of model, the looks of a deity, and the ability of an Olympian - you're doing pretty damn well.
I've bit my tongue, I've cleaned up my vocabulary, and I've talked you nerds up because I simply wanted to be nice. Now? All bets are off, because you phonies are starting to take my kindness as weakness and I'm not going to stand around; a whole-ass man; while you little boys play pretend anymore. I'm the best thing to ever happen to Project Honor, and it's about time you pleabs start acting like it. So whatya say, let's start over, starting with Hell on Earth shall we?
(Cadillac smirks, shaking his head slightly.)
CADILLAC: Let's get one thing straight right out the gate. I hear you. I get it. Not a soul thinks I have a chance in Hell - heh, see what I did there - of winning the Warrior Rising Championship. It's cool. All trash talk aside, this match has some of the best talent in Proving Ground, and Brandon Hendrix, so I'm not offended I'm not leading the poles. What does offend me? That I'm considered just about the last pick to win this match. This match in and of itself is more convoluted than a Fallout match card, but the fact that y'all think I'm the weak link stepping into those gates? Means you REALLY don't know how good I can be. They talk about bringing out the big guns for big matches? Well guess what bitches, ya boy got the only guns he needs right here for Hell on Earth.
(Cadillac grabs both sleeves of his suit jacket with opposing hands, dramatically ripping both of them off and flexing.)
CADILLAC: Now come on, I was giving him a hard time a second ago, but Brandon Hendrix has had one match. One. He beat the masked dude from Fallout and now he's all horned up thinking he's going to win the Warrior Rising Championship? Jason Long has been banned from Twitter longer than you've been in this company so slow your roll. Don't get me wrong man you got a great look and endless potential, but your back must be about ready to collapse after carrying around that massive chip on your shoulder. Call yourself whatever you want, Daddy Donald or whatever your weird little nickname is; the one thing you won't be calling yourself is Warrior Rising Champion.
Valkyrie. Same ol' song and dance, my friend. If I'm going to shit on Donnie Daddick for his lack of tenure, then tag, you're it. Look I'm not saying I'm a ten year vet here, but I've been here long enough that they know I'm not a Johnny Come-lately who's gonna bolt after a tough loss. You however, had yourself a big debut win on Fallout, then the second you were given a real opportunity... ya blew it. No shade being thrown, that's what happened, you were put into a big six person tag match and you lost it for your team. Then you came on over to Proving Ground, and suddenly knock knock. Here comes another opportunity too big for you. Unfortunately SUPERNOVA didn't last, so I don't know what brand you're going to hop to after dropping this ball.
My boy Postman Pat? We've been getting to know each other pretty well the last few months, and frankly I think Pat's the man. Love him. A bit odd for my taste but hey, it takes all kinds. That being said Pat, ya gotta stop and look at the facts. Everytime we've been on a team and we've lost? You're the one being pinned or made tap. Everytime we've been on a team and won? That's all Caddy Daddy. So I'm not saying there's any bad blood, I'm just sayin' if we get teamed up again? The good news is the Warrior Rising Championship will be on one of our shoulders. The bad news is, it won't be yours my man.
Now... The Drip. Look, like I said... I'm not looking to take anything away from anybody. You've all held gold, you all have held your own here on Proving Ground, but y'all don't intimidate me. There's this aura surrounding you guys that The Drip is something special, something to be feared when put up against. Why? Because you all act like you robbed an eighth grader for their best burns and act like absolute jackasses? Let's get this out of the way, the three of you in this match TJ Scott and Sauce... HOW ARE YOU CONSIDERED THE DRIP? Drip is supposed to be people who LPPK and ACT cool. Jesus TJ Thompson looks like the actor who's 35 casted to play an eighteen year old in an eighties sitcom. Dude looks like your drunk Uncle who is cool enough but not in a 'damn I wanna fuck you' way. He's got more of the 'send you a birthday card with twenty bucks' vibe. Yung Sauce? Drip? Half the time you look like a fifteen year debate club leader dressing up as a rapper for a school play, the other half of the time you look like you shouldn't be allowed within 100 feet of a playground. The only people who think you're sexy gotta be nerds, blind or predators my dude. And Scott Oasis? I don't know how much more clear I can be about this. He is a walking. Talking. Breathing. WRESTLING GORILLA. A literal primate. Like any minutes Godzilla is gonna burst from the ocean and track the dude down so they can battle to death. AND HE'S THE BEST LOOKING OF THE BUNCH. The shaved monkey in a suit has the most "Drip" in that little faction.
That may seem a bit much, but what else is a bit much is the fact I can't listen to one of your promos without having to consult a teenage girl to figure out whatever the fuck you're saying. Especially Yung Sauce, who was by far the most critical of me. Brother, you're not hip, you're a creepy looking white teenager from Canada. Jesus, download duolingo or babble and learn your own God damn language. At the end of the day against you guys, you're all great in the ring. It's the out of the ring that I got a problem with. I'm just tired of your little posse being talked up as this big unbeatable entity, and while each and every one of you have a win over me thus far, I'm looking to show everybody, especially you Yung Sauce, why it's worth knowing who the hell I am.
(Cadillac smiles, finally radiating the confidence we saw in his debut months ago.)
CADILLAC: Lastly, my girl Emmy. I'm proud as hell of you Emmanuelle, legitimately. I remember when I debuted you had only had a few matches, and you hadn't really found yourself either. Now look at you, months later and you're the Warrior Rising Champion. Not only that, but you did exactly what I'm looking to do at Hell on Earth; proved everyone wrong. Nobody took you seriously. Hell most of them still don't. But you keep proving them wrong, and I think it's great. People wanna talk down to you on Twitter, say you're a champion of a lifeless division? Clearly they're not watching close enough because I've been on both sides of the ring as you and you're as good as they come.
But that's what this is all about. This entire thing is about Caddy getting his grove back. Getting back into that mindset that I walked in with, because I've let everyone influence the way I acted. But when I first showed up? Shit nobody could deny I was going to be something, especially you Emmy, 'cuz I beat you in my debut match. Honestly some people sight that as the day you finally woke up, it lit a fire under your ass. But I've seen the Tweets and I've heard what you've had to say, and you've gone from confident to comfortable. You truly don't believe anyone in this match is a threat to you, and especially not me. Sound familiar? 'Cuz the last time you underestimated me I pinned you in the middle of that ring. And Emmy? I think it's about time I do it again.
Am I saying this is an easy win? No. Am I even saying it's a guarantee? Absolutely not. What I am saying is this. I'm walking into that match on the bottom of the totem pole, with nobody expecting me to make it past a round or two of this wild-ass match. So while I can't promise a victory, you know what I can promise?
Not a single one of you keyboard warriors or microphone badasses are ever gonna underestimate Cadillac Jackson again, baybee.
(With that, Cadillac presents the one thing that hasn't changed since his debut; the patented white-toothed smile. Cadillac blows a kiss to the camera, before exiting the scene for good this time.)
