#CallMyShot (CADILLAC RP)

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"Historic firsts: Man walking on the moon. Discovering electricity. The first person to put pepperoni on a pizza. All incredibly important and without someone doing those things a first time, our world would be completely different. But now, we add the most important first of them all:

Cadillac Jackson's first singles match main event."

Darkness. Lights hit, illuminating Cadillac Jackson standing in an empty ring inside of an equally as empty arena. Dust and debris float past Cadillac in the bright spotlights, giving Caddy a larger than life feel, coupled of course with his slick black and white suit and shimmering gold sunglasses.

"It's a place I belong, and it's a long time overdue if we're being honest. There's a ton of tremendous talent on the Proving Ground roster and I've said that since day one, so in no means am I here to disparage anybody. However, if there's a man that was build for the spotlight? Someone hand-crafted by the Gods to be the main event? That's me baybee. I'm a natural born headliner, I'm Mr. main event, I'm the mother fucking feautrue presentation. Y'all going to have to be okay with being moved to the 'also featured' section 'cuz your boy is going to be on the cover of magazines, the center of posters, I'm taking over the world because truth be told? I'm the most marketable athlete in the entirety of Project Honor. Nobody has this swole like me, nobody carries themselves like a superstar like me, and nobody got these gawgeous good looks like me - its all Caddy Daddy baby. So the fact that this is my first official main event? Pretty disappointing if you ask me.

But alas, better late than never as they say. I ain't going to hold it against anybody, Indy is doing a go-... well he's not doing a good job as general manager... but ya know he's trying his best. I think getting dropped on his head repeatedly by Lance probably didn't help his critical thinking much, 'cuz he does make some uh, interesting choices. I mean he's not as bad as the Syfy Original movie director running Fallout, that's for sure. I mean, shits wild over there. Call me Freddy mercury 'cuz after someone getting stabbed over there, I'm trying to figure out if this is the real life or is it fantasy. So, if we're comparing who's got the sharpest knife in the draw-... bad analogy... If we're comparing who's the brightest crayon in the box... I think Indy is like a dark green while Christian is a piece of black iron jammed into the box.

Regardless, Indy finally came to his senses and put his biggest star in the main event this week, and I'll be taking on none other than a man who held the gold I yern for, and held it very recently; Mark Hunter. Now Mark's someone who I haven't had the pleasure of facing yet, and Mark I'm not blowing any smoke up your ass when I say you're one of the ones I wanted to face since day one that I signed my name on the dotted line. As I said earlier, this roster is full of talented guys, but in my opinion Mark, you're at the top of that list. People come and they go, they win lose and dash... but you take it all in stride and at the end of the day, you're still here. Don't get me wrong, I don't forget the days of you bitching and crying like you just filled your diaper even though you're trying to get the fans on your side now, but in the ring? You're fantastic.

I don't think there's anybody on this roster that would take going into a match with you lightly, let alone in a main event setting. You've proven before that it doesn't matter who you're up against, but you put on the show of a lifetime and give it everything you got, and I can't say that for a lot of the schmucks around here. Like you or hate you, the fans all have an opinion and that's all that matters. We're almost in the same boat as far as that goes, because there's some people who have always loved them some Caddy. I mean, it's hard to believe anyone could hate this handsome, handsome face... but you know how fickle fans are. They get jealous that this rock solid bod makes their girl drip like a broken faucet. Regardless, you and I Mark are very similar in a lot of ways.

Butttttt... different in just as many.

First and foremost, while you clearly take care of yourself, it's nothing compared to me. I'm like a big swole-ar bear, and you're just a tasty salmon swimmin' down the river. Plus, you're just at a distinct disadvantage. You can lift to get big arms, do some crunches to sculpt those abs of yours, leg press all day long to get the calves poppin'... but unfortunately for you there's no exercise in the world that can fix that ugly ass mug of yours. Good God, you look like a werewolf froze mid transformation and then mated with a vampire bat. Shit's bad, man. Second difference is I'm going to be Mr. Clutch. When a big match arises? I'll do whatever it takes to capitalize on the opportunity. Where as you... well I mean C'mon man you don't have the best track record winning the big matches lately. You couldn't retain your title against Lil Petey and Ozy, you couldn't capitalize on your Legacy Championship shot against Elena DeDraca even after an impressive win over Lance Williams in Hell in a Cell, and let's face it bud, you ain't beating me.

No matter who shows up, I don't give a fuck. Show up as Mark Hunter, show up as  Marcus Huntington, show up as The Evil Within. Show up as Jurassic Mark Hunter dressed as Barney the mother fucking dinosaur for all I care!!! 'I love you, you love me, I'mma put my foot up your ass so far it hits your teeth'! It doesn't. Matter. Whatever iteration of Mark Hunter shows up is going to succumb to the same fate 19 other superstars did in the Opportunity Knocks battle royal. They'll succumb to the same fate Valkyrie did last show. They'll succumb to the same fate... that Ozymandias will when I get my championship opportunity. I'm on a roll baby, and I'll be damned if I let Marky Mark and the fucky bunch derail me. So Mark, bring your A game my man, because I expect us to put on a banger in my first singles main event. And before I go, there's something I'd love to address." Cadillac smirks and removes his sunglasses slowly.

"So here's where we're at. A few months ago before I fell into my little rut, I posted a statement on Twitter that was very bold and ended up falling apart which was simple - I, Cadillac Jackson, will NEVER lose a match again. However, clearly that was speaking off of emotion and not logic. The chances of me never losing a match again are very slim, obviously. But, I am willing to make this claim... Whenever you think I don't have a chance of winning? Whenever you want to count me out? I'm going to come through and surprise the ever living shit out of you. We started by shocking the world at the Opportunity Knocks battle royal. We continue the trend by defeating Mark Hunter in the main event of Proving Ground Honor Amongst Thieves. And we ain't stopping there baybeeee. I haven't touched on this much because I don't like to count my chickens before they hatch, but fuck it baby let's Babe Ruth this shit and call my shot.

Ozymandias? I know you don't see me as a threat. Hell, there's a chance you barely know who I am, and you know what? That's OK. That's understandable. But dig the leather of your kink mask out of your ears and listen close, because I'm dead serious. You better learn who I am and learn it real quick bucko... because I'm Cadillac Jackson. I'm the Luxury Experience. And I'm the man stupid enough to step up to you eye to eye, man to man, and I'm going to shock the world again." Cadillac holds his hand out as if pointing to a fence in baseball, calling his shot.

"I'm the man who's going to take the Grand Championship off of Ozymandias. Don't believe me? Watch and weep as I knock off former Grand Champion Mark Hunter at Honor Amongst Thieves." His smile never fades as Cadillac returns the glasses to his face, and the lights fade out.

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August 1st, 2021

Hampton Hollows Assisted Living Facility

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Doobie and I sat in silence outside of dad's room as Dr. Martinez meets with dad. She told us that it was fifty fifty whether he could go home tomorrow, or if he'd likely be staying here for the foreseeable future, if not permanently. Neither of us had spoken in what felt like hours, but was admittedly only fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally, Doobie broke the silence in the worst way I could possibly imagine.

"Have you talked to Indy about giving me a try out?" Fuck. FUCK. I had finally gotten Doobs off my case when Callum was around, I lied and told him he said he didn't see a spot for Doobie because of how stacked the roster was, but ever since Indy took over and the roster had took a hit with releases and contract expirations, he's been all over me again trying to come in. It's not that I don't want him there, it's just...

No. I don't want him there. This is my thing, it's my passion and I'm finally getting my big push. The last thing I need is my five foot four, one hundred and ten pound soaking wet younger brother ruining the credibility I had tried so hard to build. "No, I haven't. With dad's health and all the recent interviews and publicity I've dealt with since winning the Opportunity Knocks battle royal, I really haven't had the chan-"

"For fucks sake... are you ever going to have a chance Cameron? This shits getting expensive, and you're recent wins have been helping but we're still drowning in debt. If I could get in there too we could be doubling the mone-"

"Yeah, COULD. Or, you can accept that they don't want you there and move the fuck on. Jesus Christ I went out and did something man, what have you done to help us out other than bitch at me because I've made it and you haven't." It was an unfair statement. I knew as the words were coming out of my mouth that it was unfair, and frankly false. Doobie has done so much for my career that nobody will ever even know... I just... I can't have him ruin what I've built...

The silence was palpable. "You know what? You're right. I'll do it myself." Fuckkkkk. The last thing I need is for him to go beg for a job to Indy himself. Indy will sign anyone that schmuck, remember Vicky? Before I could protest, the door opened and Dr. Martinez stepped out with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Well, I had a discussion with your dad, and it's looking like we've come to a decision on the state of his health. Please, have a seat."

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