Post by Jill Park on Dec 30, 2021 18:58:17 GMT -5
Ever since Turmoil, I’ve been stewing. Everybody wants to know how I feel about being absolutely robbed of the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. They want the inside scoop on the mental state of Jill Park after dropping what would have been THE defining moment of my career. I put down Kyle Kemp. Just like I said I would. I knocked down Carter Shaw, just like I said I could. I had Dandy DiVito about 3 seconds away from being fuckin’ out cold. The world was in the palm of my hand and in one single moment…it was gone. Shattered. Stolen. Whatever phrasing you care to use. Richard DiVito and Dandy DiVito did that to me, and don’t think for a single fucking second that I’ll forget that. One day they’ll pay for those crimes, whether Dandy can clutch the gold that long will remain to be seen.
Just as importantly, everyone was following me around the Clash after Turmoil, looking for an exclusive soundbite. They wanted to see another infamous Jill Park meltdown. Well, here’s a newsflash for all you idiots: it’s not gonna happen. I may be the biggest reality star in the WORLD, but I won’t be your god damned show pony. I’m not gonna be your ticket to a viral video, or whatever in the fuck it is that you’re looking for.
I want all you cock-eyed motherfuckers to revisit everything I said in the leadup to Turmoil. I want you to remember it, and I want you to remember this: I meant every single word of it. Turmoil was about Jill Park. Make no mistake about it. Dandy may have left Champion, but besides the screwjob he concocted, nobody was talking about that dickhead. They were talking about me. How I delivered on what I promised. I shook everything up and I announced that I am here to stay, no matter what anyone thinks or wants. I showed them what they want is irrelevant. I may have been denied the title that night, but I showed this entire company…
That my ascension is inevitable.
A black screen.
After a moment of silence, some familiar music begins to play.
I'm not your friend or anything, damn
You think that you're the man
I think, therefore, I am
As the intro dies down, the name “JILL PARK” appears in big, bold letters which are quickly stamped out by a bigger, bolder, neon-yellow font that reads “LICENSE TO JILL”.
“I’m just saying, I’ve beaten him before.”
The unmistakable tone of Jill Park’s arrogance fills the scene as it fades in to see her seated in a small studio, across from her is Megan Wolf, a local wrestling podcaster. On the table between them are two cups of coffee. The studio is a more upscale set up for a podcast than you might expect, but it is unlikely that Jill would be present otherwise. Her camera crew has managed to squeeze in as well for the rare “media” appearance.
“John Black is a name that has become synonymous with Action Wrestling. Usually, that’s a good thing. Most of the time, you would like that to be said about you. However, when it comes to John Black…not so much. John Black has continuously failed time and again. His biggest accomplishment of 2021 was being the launchpad for the fastest rise to the Main Event AW has ever seen: mine. I stomped him out at Evolution IV and I never looked back. I surged while he spiraled.”
The young journalist nodded along, waiting for Jill to finish. When she saw an opening, she asked “What about winning the AW Television Championship?”
Jill narrowed her gaze. “What about it?”
“Late this year, John Black won the Television Championship. Many heralded this moment as a huge win for Black.”
Jill chuckled as she lowered her ceramic cup onto the table. “Oh, yeah. That brief little reign. Which he lost to…”
“Odin Balfore.”
“Exactly. John Black had finally done something. He’d finally captured something of worth and what happens? He loses to “woe is me” Odin Balfore. A guy just barely clinging to a job, and seemingly at his wit's end. Absolutely nothing going for him. What do the marks call it? A jobber?”
“That’s kind of harsh, don’t you think?”
“Sometimes the truth is, Megan.”
Before either of the women can say anything further, the sound of Jill’s phone ringing can be heard and she reaches over to a third chair where her bag was sitting. After a minute of fishing around, she pulled out her iPhone and answered it.
“Yeah? What is it?
Ugh.
Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right there.”
Jill didn’t bother even telling the journalist her interview was over. She merely grabbed her bag and exited the room.
“So, I’ve heard what you said think about John Black. I think you may be underestimating his abilities, but that’s not exactly what I’m trying to pick at right now. Tell me, what are your thoughts on your other opponent, Dionysus.”
Back at Gray Belt, Jill was having an informal session with instructor Eric Faulk. She was leaning against a padded wall, chewing on an apple. She couldn’t seem any more lackadaisical in her demeanor.
“Dionysus? He’s crafted himself a cute little niche as Downfall’s little buddy. Yeah, I’m sure that’s a REAL strong team, right? I mean they’ve been able to hold down the tag division that consists of roughly two other teams for a few months now. Yeah, that’s real impressive.
But now, all of a sudden, Downfall is challenging for the World Title while Dionysus does what he does best. He sits back in the background, careful not to make waves. Really, if it wasn't for Downfall, Dionysus wouldn’t be relevant at all. I mean what has he been able to do since Havoc besides being Downfall's perceived moral compass? He’s making sure he’s staying on the right track and doing things the right way, correct?
What a load of crap.
Is that what he’s content with being? Second fiddle to his tag team partner? What happens when Downfall beats Dandy’s ass and takes his title? What then? He realizes Dionysus offers him nothing at all and he drops him. A story as old as time itself.”
Faulk nods, saying nothing for a moment before “You don’t really buy into the concept of friendship or camaraderie all that much, do you?”
“How astute.”
Faulk’s eyes narrowed; he certainly didn’t appreciate the condescension.
“Okay…brushing past the attitude: why is that?”
“Friends hold you back. They turn on you when you become more successful. When you see a friend in this business, they see you as a means to an end.”
“Why do you feel that way?”
“I’m pretty sure it's a trope.”
“Oh my god, this is exhausting.”
“Everyone saw what happened at Turmoil. The DiVito family tried to make a mockery of me. They tried to rob me of what I accomplished on that night, but it didn’t work.
Vulture’s like Jade Riley poked and prodded for the scoop. They so desperately wanted to see a broken little girl explode, for their amusement.
It didn’t happen.
It won’t happen.
In the leadup to Turmoil, you saw a change in me. I became more focused; more dangerous. That wasn’t just a little flash of what’s to come. It was precisely what you should expect moving forward at the Season Premiere, and beyond.
John Black.
We meet again. You never really came back from the beating I gave you at Evolution IV, did you? You meandered in a sea of jobbers and EVENTUALLY came out of it as Television Champion. But, in true John Black form, you lost to a half-crippled and emotionally stunted veteran who just narrowly avoided the unemployment line weeks prior. Real king shit, JB.
Dionysus. I don’t wanna look like I’m beating a dead horse here, but that’s what it feels like every time I talk about you, regardless. You’re second fiddle of the Vanguard and you even admit to it. That’s some kind of weird imposter syndrome, buddy. I’m not even sure what you intend to prove while you’ll immediately fall back to being Downfall’s young boy. Why should I actually take you seriously, when you can’t even take yourself seriously? You’re a little more than a self-deprecating joke, and you’re the one telling it. It’s a real sad state of affairs, but don’t you worry, I won’t think twice about snapping your ankle and putting you out of your misery. Maybe then the facade of Vanguard will be out in the open and seen for what it always has been: Downfall, and Dionysus doing what he’s told.
Pathetic.”
Just as importantly, everyone was following me around the Clash after Turmoil, looking for an exclusive soundbite. They wanted to see another infamous Jill Park meltdown. Well, here’s a newsflash for all you idiots: it’s not gonna happen. I may be the biggest reality star in the WORLD, but I won’t be your god damned show pony. I’m not gonna be your ticket to a viral video, or whatever in the fuck it is that you’re looking for.
I want all you cock-eyed motherfuckers to revisit everything I said in the leadup to Turmoil. I want you to remember it, and I want you to remember this: I meant every single word of it. Turmoil was about Jill Park. Make no mistake about it. Dandy may have left Champion, but besides the screwjob he concocted, nobody was talking about that dickhead. They were talking about me. How I delivered on what I promised. I shook everything up and I announced that I am here to stay, no matter what anyone thinks or wants. I showed them what they want is irrelevant. I may have been denied the title that night, but I showed this entire company…
That my ascension is inevitable.
A black screen.
After a moment of silence, some familiar music begins to play.
I'm not your friend or anything, damn
You think that you're the man
I think, therefore, I am
As the intro dies down, the name “JILL PARK” appears in big, bold letters which are quickly stamped out by a bigger, bolder, neon-yellow font that reads “LICENSE TO JILL”.
“I’m just saying, I’ve beaten him before.”
The unmistakable tone of Jill Park’s arrogance fills the scene as it fades in to see her seated in a small studio, across from her is Megan Wolf, a local wrestling podcaster. On the table between them are two cups of coffee. The studio is a more upscale set up for a podcast than you might expect, but it is unlikely that Jill would be present otherwise. Her camera crew has managed to squeeze in as well for the rare “media” appearance.
“John Black is a name that has become synonymous with Action Wrestling. Usually, that’s a good thing. Most of the time, you would like that to be said about you. However, when it comes to John Black…not so much. John Black has continuously failed time and again. His biggest accomplishment of 2021 was being the launchpad for the fastest rise to the Main Event AW has ever seen: mine. I stomped him out at Evolution IV and I never looked back. I surged while he spiraled.”
The young journalist nodded along, waiting for Jill to finish. When she saw an opening, she asked “What about winning the AW Television Championship?”
Jill narrowed her gaze. “What about it?”
“Late this year, John Black won the Television Championship. Many heralded this moment as a huge win for Black.”
Jill chuckled as she lowered her ceramic cup onto the table. “Oh, yeah. That brief little reign. Which he lost to…”
“Odin Balfore.”
“Exactly. John Black had finally done something. He’d finally captured something of worth and what happens? He loses to “woe is me” Odin Balfore. A guy just barely clinging to a job, and seemingly at his wit's end. Absolutely nothing going for him. What do the marks call it? A jobber?”
“That’s kind of harsh, don’t you think?”
“Sometimes the truth is, Megan.”
Before either of the women can say anything further, the sound of Jill’s phone ringing can be heard and she reaches over to a third chair where her bag was sitting. After a minute of fishing around, she pulled out her iPhone and answered it.
“Yeah? What is it?
Ugh.
Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right there.”
Jill didn’t bother even telling the journalist her interview was over. She merely grabbed her bag and exited the room.
“So, I’ve heard what you said think about John Black. I think you may be underestimating his abilities, but that’s not exactly what I’m trying to pick at right now. Tell me, what are your thoughts on your other opponent, Dionysus.”
Back at Gray Belt, Jill was having an informal session with instructor Eric Faulk. She was leaning against a padded wall, chewing on an apple. She couldn’t seem any more lackadaisical in her demeanor.
“Dionysus? He’s crafted himself a cute little niche as Downfall’s little buddy. Yeah, I’m sure that’s a REAL strong team, right? I mean they’ve been able to hold down the tag division that consists of roughly two other teams for a few months now. Yeah, that’s real impressive.
But now, all of a sudden, Downfall is challenging for the World Title while Dionysus does what he does best. He sits back in the background, careful not to make waves. Really, if it wasn't for Downfall, Dionysus wouldn’t be relevant at all. I mean what has he been able to do since Havoc besides being Downfall's perceived moral compass? He’s making sure he’s staying on the right track and doing things the right way, correct?
What a load of crap.
Is that what he’s content with being? Second fiddle to his tag team partner? What happens when Downfall beats Dandy’s ass and takes his title? What then? He realizes Dionysus offers him nothing at all and he drops him. A story as old as time itself.”
Faulk nods, saying nothing for a moment before “You don’t really buy into the concept of friendship or camaraderie all that much, do you?”
“How astute.”
Faulk’s eyes narrowed; he certainly didn’t appreciate the condescension.
“Okay…brushing past the attitude: why is that?”
“Friends hold you back. They turn on you when you become more successful. When you see a friend in this business, they see you as a means to an end.”
“Why do you feel that way?”
“I’m pretty sure it's a trope.”
“Oh my god, this is exhausting.”
“Everyone saw what happened at Turmoil. The DiVito family tried to make a mockery of me. They tried to rob me of what I accomplished on that night, but it didn’t work.
Vulture’s like Jade Riley poked and prodded for the scoop. They so desperately wanted to see a broken little girl explode, for their amusement.
It didn’t happen.
It won’t happen.
In the leadup to Turmoil, you saw a change in me. I became more focused; more dangerous. That wasn’t just a little flash of what’s to come. It was precisely what you should expect moving forward at the Season Premiere, and beyond.
John Black.
We meet again. You never really came back from the beating I gave you at Evolution IV, did you? You meandered in a sea of jobbers and EVENTUALLY came out of it as Television Champion. But, in true John Black form, you lost to a half-crippled and emotionally stunted veteran who just narrowly avoided the unemployment line weeks prior. Real king shit, JB.
Dionysus. I don’t wanna look like I’m beating a dead horse here, but that’s what it feels like every time I talk about you, regardless. You’re second fiddle of the Vanguard and you even admit to it. That’s some kind of weird imposter syndrome, buddy. I’m not even sure what you intend to prove while you’ll immediately fall back to being Downfall’s young boy. Why should I actually take you seriously, when you can’t even take yourself seriously? You’re a little more than a self-deprecating joke, and you’re the one telling it. It’s a real sad state of affairs, but don’t you worry, I won’t think twice about snapping your ankle and putting you out of your misery. Maybe then the facade of Vanguard will be out in the open and seen for what it always has been: Downfall, and Dionysus doing what he’s told.
Pathetic.”
