Post by Nova Jackson on Jun 13, 2024 0:38:56 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a close-up shot of Nova Jackson standing on a bustling sidewalk parallel to a busy Charlotte street. As dusk settles, the vibrant hues of sunset—shades of orange, pink, and purple—paint the sky, casting a mesmerizing glow over Charlotte's skyline. The city pulses with life, its sounds—traffic, music, and chatter—blending into a chaotic symphony. Nova pulls on the collar of his Gucci brown print hoodie, vibing to the beats of JACKBOYS, Pop Smoke, and Travis Scott's "GATTI.]
Nova: "Charlotte, you're looking beautiful tonight. This city's got a vibe that matches my energy."
[He slips on his brown lens sunglasses, seamlessly moving to the rhythm as he strolls towards the double doors of Roxbury Nightclub Charlotte. The pulsating beats of hip-hop spill into the street, drawing him into the club's vibrant energy. Entering Roxbury, the camera captures the dynamic atmosphere—a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, enthusiastic dancers, and the low hum of excitement. Nova navigates through the crowd with confidence, finally settling into a private booth towards the back.]
Nova: "Yo! What's good, Queen City? This place is home, where Southern hospitality meets raw energy."
[Nova leans forward, removing his shades to reveal an intense gaze fixed on the camera.]
Nova: "For those who don't know, my name's Nova Jackson, I’m that good looking 22-year-old that you’ve been asking for all this time. You’ve been asking for something new, someone to shake things up, wish granted. I’m not worried about the grind, ya’ll always doing too much, acting like you’re the only ones grinding. I mean no disrespect to anyone by that, but I know me just being here is going to piss someone off, so I’m just welcoming the fight now. Young, ambitious, and talented, when you have all that going for you, it’s only a matter of time. I’m here to get icey, not play games, I've got ambitions, and they're as big as this city."
[Nova pauses, seemingly fixated on someone in the crowd, he slowly turns his head to track. He quickly looks over at the camera with a grin. A waitress approaches with a drink, and Nova takes a sip, the club's lights dancing off his shades.]
Nova: "The competition's sharp out there, but so am I. There are challenges in that locker room, but every David has his Goliath. No matter what, I'm built for this."
[Nova's voice rises with passion, punctuating his words with gestures that command attention.]
Nova: "I’m ready for the party, lights, screaming fans, I’ll bring the thunderous impact, and you bring the fruit punch. I'm ready to light up this place—bring on the screaming fans and the thunderous impact. WGWF has 7 Championships, and there's one with my name on it. I bring something special to the table, and I'm ready to prove it. But hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves."
[Nova leans forward, locking eyes with the camera with unwavering intensity.]
Nova: “I'm calling out my next opponent, whoever you are. I thrive on challenges—I love the fight. My cardio's unmatched, and I'll push myself to the limit. Get ready, WGWF, because Nova Jackson's here to rise. Remember this face—I'm the future of this game. Let's get it!"
[Nova puts his shades back on, leaning back once more.]
[The next morning at Freedom Park—a serene oasis bathed in early sunlight. Nova sits on a bench, leaning back with his left arm draped across its back. His sunglasses catch the sun's reflection, adding a flair of confidence to his demeanor.]
"Morning runners are so fucking annoying, who told them to be so motivated this early. I guess it doesn’t matter much, things are changing, and fast. This may be the last time for a little while, that you will have this peace. That’s what you’ve trained for, this is the first steps. This is the path that you get a place to put her ashes. This is the path 40000 fans scream for you. Besides, you’re not made for fast food, and this is a hell of a lot more fun."
Nova: "Charlotte, you're looking beautiful tonight. This city's got a vibe that matches my energy."
[He slips on his brown lens sunglasses, seamlessly moving to the rhythm as he strolls towards the double doors of Roxbury Nightclub Charlotte. The pulsating beats of hip-hop spill into the street, drawing him into the club's vibrant energy. Entering Roxbury, the camera captures the dynamic atmosphere—a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, enthusiastic dancers, and the low hum of excitement. Nova navigates through the crowd with confidence, finally settling into a private booth towards the back.]
Nova: "Yo! What's good, Queen City? This place is home, where Southern hospitality meets raw energy."
[Nova leans forward, removing his shades to reveal an intense gaze fixed on the camera.]
Nova: "For those who don't know, my name's Nova Jackson, I’m that good looking 22-year-old that you’ve been asking for all this time. You’ve been asking for something new, someone to shake things up, wish granted. I’m not worried about the grind, ya’ll always doing too much, acting like you’re the only ones grinding. I mean no disrespect to anyone by that, but I know me just being here is going to piss someone off, so I’m just welcoming the fight now. Young, ambitious, and talented, when you have all that going for you, it’s only a matter of time. I’m here to get icey, not play games, I've got ambitions, and they're as big as this city."
[Nova pauses, seemingly fixated on someone in the crowd, he slowly turns his head to track. He quickly looks over at the camera with a grin. A waitress approaches with a drink, and Nova takes a sip, the club's lights dancing off his shades.]
Nova: "The competition's sharp out there, but so am I. There are challenges in that locker room, but every David has his Goliath. No matter what, I'm built for this."
[Nova's voice rises with passion, punctuating his words with gestures that command attention.]
Nova: "I’m ready for the party, lights, screaming fans, I’ll bring the thunderous impact, and you bring the fruit punch. I'm ready to light up this place—bring on the screaming fans and the thunderous impact. WGWF has 7 Championships, and there's one with my name on it. I bring something special to the table, and I'm ready to prove it. But hey, let's not get ahead of ourselves."
[Nova leans forward, locking eyes with the camera with unwavering intensity.]
Nova: “I'm calling out my next opponent, whoever you are. I thrive on challenges—I love the fight. My cardio's unmatched, and I'll push myself to the limit. Get ready, WGWF, because Nova Jackson's here to rise. Remember this face—I'm the future of this game. Let's get it!"
[Nova puts his shades back on, leaning back once more.]
******
[The next morning at Freedom Park—a serene oasis bathed in early sunlight. Nova sits on a bench, leaning back with his left arm draped across its back. His sunglasses catch the sun's reflection, adding a flair of confidence to his demeanor.]
"Morning runners are so fucking annoying, who told them to be so motivated this early. I guess it doesn’t matter much, things are changing, and fast. This may be the last time for a little while, that you will have this peace. That’s what you’ve trained for, this is the first steps. This is the path that you get a place to put her ashes. This is the path 40000 fans scream for you. Besides, you’re not made for fast food, and this is a hell of a lot more fun."