Post by Jill Park on Jan 29, 2022 16:58:33 GMT -5
“I just think…ya know, it’s not really a big deal.”
The unmistakable sound of Jill Park’s voice fills the scene. As the visuals catch up to the audio we see Jill Park seated on a stool adjacent to her marble kitchen island countertop. Before her, on the countertop are two cups of espresso. She’s not alone, of course. As, next to her in a blood-red pantsuit is her tag team partner, Regan Voorhees. All the privacy-invading cameras may have been jarring for Regan, given her disposition for other human life in general, but she appeared to take it in stride. It was likely something she knew was inevitable when she first approached Jill a month ago.
“And I’m saying…it could be.”
Regan replied to Jill, before lifting the espresso towards her crimson lips.
“Carter Shaw is a former World Champion. Granted, you did pin him at Turmoil. With that in mind, I would like to reiterate that your victory in the Submission match is paramount to our plan for Revolution.”
“Right. Of course it is. It sets the stage for YOU to rip the World Title out of Downfall’s grasp. Kill all his momentum. Kill his reign in its infancy. As far as Shaw goes, like you said: I’ve already beaten him before.”
Regan nods along, as she finishes up her cup of espresso. “Mm. That’s correct. You pinned him. This time, you need to make him tap.”
Jill giggled for a moment, before reaching over for her cup. “You don’t think I know that, Reegs? I’ve made my name in Action Wrestling by making people submit. By making them GIVE UP. Shaw thought a submission match is in his favor, because he’s too egomaniacal to accept the fact that I am the submission queen of Action Wrestling. I won’t just submit him at Revolution, I’ll devour him.”
Regan flashed a smile that was so transparent, even Jill knew she was full of shit.
“Delightful.”.
“I don’t give a fuck about Carter Shaw or what he’s accomplished.
He has crafted this entire narrative ever since Turmoil, that I am “after his spot”. That I am coming after what he has left.
So that begs the question, besides memory, what does Carter Shaw have left? Yes, he had a solid reign as World Champion. Bravo, I’m so proud of you. He lost that. He had a rematch, and he lost again. See where this is trending?
He was part of Philidor Holdings. That’s gone.
Womp womp.
So, it leaves me kind of at a loss. Shaw claims I want his spot.
Actually, the rumors are, Cart Shaw’s world is crumbling ever since Philidor Holdings ceased to operate within Action Wrestling.
What a shame.
A bigger shame, though, is Shaw’s anxiety over this has clouded his judgment. He saw my career-defining performance at Turmoil, first hand. He knows the raw talent I have, whether he chooses to acknowledge it, or not. He knows what happens next. So, like every insecure white man in the history of this sport, he is exhibiting the small-dick reaction of “protecting his spot”. The most archaic, foolish, weak-minded excuse he could possibly have for opposing me.
But he will fail all the same.
The moment Shaw picked this fight, he had already lost. And do you know why?
Ever since Uprising, or maybe even longer than that, I’ve been in a constant fight. A fight for relevance and to be respected as the talent I am. The fighter I am. The fucking BEING I am. I’ve heard countless men tell me I don’t measure up. They would fight tooth and nail to try and convince me, and everyone else, that my accomplishments are inconsequential. That they don’t matter. That I don’t matter.
That I should stick to being a reality star and nothing more. That I’m not welcome here and never will be. That I’m just going to turn to adult entertainment “when the money dries out”.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, obviously. For all the things that these men have in common, they share one very distinct trait.
They’re all scared. Scared of who I am, but more so what I represent. What we represent.
That brings me to Carter Shaw.
It’s a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think? I spend months ascending the ranks, proving everyone who doubted me that they’ve been flat out wrong and at the end of it all…I’m facing Carter Shaw?
Shaw wants to make this about him and his desires, his anxieties, his fears. His…World Championship hangover, if you will. His whole issue with me isn’t personal, and it’s actually quite shallow. In essence, Carter Shaw is worried I’m coming for his spot.
That’s cute, but my aspirations are just a little higher. Taking his spot would be an accomplishment if I already hadn’t soared above him at Turmoil. Carter Shaw’s time at the top has passed him by, and he cannot handle or accept it. That’s placed onto me.
Which is fine, really. When I make him tap out at Revolution 5, perhaps he will finally realize he has emphatically hit rock bottom. He can begin to accept that fact, and deal with it in whatever manner he wishes. I really don’t care. I don’t give a shit about Carter Shaw.
But he won’t get in my way. He won’t get in our way.”
“I see that you’ve formed a team with Regan Voorhees.”
Dr. Sheppard leaned back in his leather chair, his hands clasped across his lap.
“Yeah.” Her answer was short, succinct. She gave the impression she’d rather be elsewhere, like she always did.
“Why?” Sheppard asked, in a calm, soothing voice.
“Necessity.”
“Interesting. Do you feel like you can’t be successful by yourself? Is this why you agreed to it?”
She glared at him, her face full of rage. Yet, she said nothing at first. As her face slowly morphed back into its natural features, she addressed him.
“The fact is, every person that has found true success in the company, didn’t do it by themselves. Regan wants the same things that I do. Naturally, a time will come when those ideals will clash. We can’t both be at the top.
Regan is the only person in this entire company that understands the methods of what I do and why. She-”
“Let's back up a second. You said that eventually, you and Miss Voorhees will clash because you both want the same things. I think that’s a very logical assumption, based on what you’ve told me. So, what happens when that occurs? What happens when your ideals clash with Miss Voorhees?”
After a long and awkward pause, Jill stands from the couch and does not say another word to the doctor. She promptly storms out of the office.
“Carter Shaw likes to talk about my ankle lock like it is some sort of smokescreen. He wants to downplay it. But the fact of the matter is it has launched me into the stratosphere, and nobody in Action Wrestling has had an answer for it. It ENDED FPV. It ENDED QDT. It ENDED Kyle Kemp’s reign as Champion.
And it will END any doubts to my legitimacy when Carter Shaw taps out to it, in front of the entire world at Revolution 5.
And when that happens, I want you, Shaw, to remember that you asked for this. I don’t just mean this stipulation, but this whole issue you have with me. I’ve made it very clear, I don’t give a shit about you. I don’t care what you’ve done, and I really don’t care that you think I’m getting too much hype.
You’re just thinking that because now, you receive none.
That’s what it really boils down to, Shaw. You used to be on top of the mountain. You had Philidor Holdings. You had the World Heavyweight Championship. Everyone was talking about Carter Shaw. Some argued he had one of the greatest reigns in company history. When I say I don’t give a shit about Carter Shaw, it is not a commentary on his ability.
I’m sure that’s how he will take it, though, which is exactly my point.
Carter Shaw is not the same man that was World Champion. He’s not the man that defended that with a fervor that was practically unmatched in Action Wrestling. He’s not even the man who lost to Dandy DiVito on a technicality. He’s a little more than a shell of who that man was. He knows it, I know it, and everyone else will be forced to accept it when he taps in the middle of the ring.
He will have to drag himself back to whatever stupid hotel room he’s been assigned and look into the mirror, and do you know what will be staring back at him? It won’t be the Carter Shaw he thought he was. It won’t be the former World Champion. Not the former mixed martial artist, bareknuckle boxer, or whatever the fuck. It will be a failure. A loser. A broken, pathetic shell of the man he once was. A man still clinging to his past triumphs.
And yeah, I get it, Shaw. These “past triumphs” weren’t that long ago, they were just last year, hell, it was a few months ago. Something happened, though, Shaw. I can see it, and so can everyone else who’s paid attention. You swore over and over you had Dandy DiVito’s number. Then…womp womp, you didn’t. You lost. Then you made sure you were placed in a match at Turmoil. And like Dandy, you were CERTAIN I didn’t belong. The whole time, everyone was sure I didn’t belong. But that wasn’t the truth, was it, Shaw? I wasn’t the one who didn’t belong, it was you. You couldn’t accept it, just like you couldn’t accept it when I knocked you out of the match.
That’s what this is about now. I knocked you out of the match; out of World Championship contention. I forced you to think that maybe those good days were behind you and now? Now you think that by forcing me into this match that you can undo it. It’s a farce. You won’t beat me. But, even if you did? It wouldn’t change anything. Everything I am saying now would still be true.
HOWEVER, you ain’t gonna beat me, Shaw. This submission match stipulation you think you snuck into this contract is in your favor. It’s just another chapter in the same book of disregarding me. You are straight out IGNORING the past at this point. You’re just like every other delusional shithead that has stood in my way. You will all lie to yourself, and lie to everyone else in the hopes I will eventually buy it.
I submit FPV. You say he wasn’t the man he used to be.
I sideline QDT. You say he was at his end, regardless.
I submit KYLE KEMP in the heights of his title reign, in his fuckin’ prime. You say it doesn’t matter. I pinned you, Carter Shaw. It’s thrown away as a fluke, and it’s never gonna happen again. Except…that’s what you said the first time.
When’s it gonna be enough for you, Shaw? What are you gonna fuckin’ say when you TAP OUT in the center of the ring? What happens when once again, Carter Shaw places his foot in his mouth, and as a result is EMBARRASSED in front of thirty thousand people at Revolution 5?
Will that be enough for you, Shaw? Will that be enough to quell the haters that want to keep me down, to keep me grounded?
Well, it doesn’t matter if it’ll be enough. At Revolution, you’re gonna tap one way or another. You’ll be forced to accept that you’re not who you thought you were. I’m the new face of this company. So get used to it.
You were convinced this was about “your spot”. But that’s never been it.
It’s been about mine.
The unmistakable sound of Jill Park’s voice fills the scene. As the visuals catch up to the audio we see Jill Park seated on a stool adjacent to her marble kitchen island countertop. Before her, on the countertop are two cups of espresso. She’s not alone, of course. As, next to her in a blood-red pantsuit is her tag team partner, Regan Voorhees. All the privacy-invading cameras may have been jarring for Regan, given her disposition for other human life in general, but she appeared to take it in stride. It was likely something she knew was inevitable when she first approached Jill a month ago.
“And I’m saying…it could be.”
Regan replied to Jill, before lifting the espresso towards her crimson lips.
“Carter Shaw is a former World Champion. Granted, you did pin him at Turmoil. With that in mind, I would like to reiterate that your victory in the Submission match is paramount to our plan for Revolution.”
“Right. Of course it is. It sets the stage for YOU to rip the World Title out of Downfall’s grasp. Kill all his momentum. Kill his reign in its infancy. As far as Shaw goes, like you said: I’ve already beaten him before.”
Regan nods along, as she finishes up her cup of espresso. “Mm. That’s correct. You pinned him. This time, you need to make him tap.”
Jill giggled for a moment, before reaching over for her cup. “You don’t think I know that, Reegs? I’ve made my name in Action Wrestling by making people submit. By making them GIVE UP. Shaw thought a submission match is in his favor, because he’s too egomaniacal to accept the fact that I am the submission queen of Action Wrestling. I won’t just submit him at Revolution, I’ll devour him.”
Regan flashed a smile that was so transparent, even Jill knew she was full of shit.
“Delightful.”.
“I don’t give a fuck about Carter Shaw or what he’s accomplished.
He has crafted this entire narrative ever since Turmoil, that I am “after his spot”. That I am coming after what he has left.
So that begs the question, besides memory, what does Carter Shaw have left? Yes, he had a solid reign as World Champion. Bravo, I’m so proud of you. He lost that. He had a rematch, and he lost again. See where this is trending?
He was part of Philidor Holdings. That’s gone.
Womp womp.
So, it leaves me kind of at a loss. Shaw claims I want his spot.
Actually, the rumors are, Cart Shaw’s world is crumbling ever since Philidor Holdings ceased to operate within Action Wrestling.
What a shame.
A bigger shame, though, is Shaw’s anxiety over this has clouded his judgment. He saw my career-defining performance at Turmoil, first hand. He knows the raw talent I have, whether he chooses to acknowledge it, or not. He knows what happens next. So, like every insecure white man in the history of this sport, he is exhibiting the small-dick reaction of “protecting his spot”. The most archaic, foolish, weak-minded excuse he could possibly have for opposing me.
But he will fail all the same.
The moment Shaw picked this fight, he had already lost. And do you know why?
Ever since Uprising, or maybe even longer than that, I’ve been in a constant fight. A fight for relevance and to be respected as the talent I am. The fighter I am. The fucking BEING I am. I’ve heard countless men tell me I don’t measure up. They would fight tooth and nail to try and convince me, and everyone else, that my accomplishments are inconsequential. That they don’t matter. That I don’t matter.
That I should stick to being a reality star and nothing more. That I’m not welcome here and never will be. That I’m just going to turn to adult entertainment “when the money dries out”.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, obviously. For all the things that these men have in common, they share one very distinct trait.
They’re all scared. Scared of who I am, but more so what I represent. What we represent.
That brings me to Carter Shaw.
It’s a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think? I spend months ascending the ranks, proving everyone who doubted me that they’ve been flat out wrong and at the end of it all…I’m facing Carter Shaw?
Shaw wants to make this about him and his desires, his anxieties, his fears. His…World Championship hangover, if you will. His whole issue with me isn’t personal, and it’s actually quite shallow. In essence, Carter Shaw is worried I’m coming for his spot.
That’s cute, but my aspirations are just a little higher. Taking his spot would be an accomplishment if I already hadn’t soared above him at Turmoil. Carter Shaw’s time at the top has passed him by, and he cannot handle or accept it. That’s placed onto me.
Which is fine, really. When I make him tap out at Revolution 5, perhaps he will finally realize he has emphatically hit rock bottom. He can begin to accept that fact, and deal with it in whatever manner he wishes. I really don’t care. I don’t give a shit about Carter Shaw.
But he won’t get in my way. He won’t get in our way.”
“I see that you’ve formed a team with Regan Voorhees.”
Dr. Sheppard leaned back in his leather chair, his hands clasped across his lap.
“Yeah.” Her answer was short, succinct. She gave the impression she’d rather be elsewhere, like she always did.
“Why?” Sheppard asked, in a calm, soothing voice.
“Necessity.”
“Interesting. Do you feel like you can’t be successful by yourself? Is this why you agreed to it?”
She glared at him, her face full of rage. Yet, she said nothing at first. As her face slowly morphed back into its natural features, she addressed him.
“The fact is, every person that has found true success in the company, didn’t do it by themselves. Regan wants the same things that I do. Naturally, a time will come when those ideals will clash. We can’t both be at the top.
Regan is the only person in this entire company that understands the methods of what I do and why. She-”
“Let's back up a second. You said that eventually, you and Miss Voorhees will clash because you both want the same things. I think that’s a very logical assumption, based on what you’ve told me. So, what happens when that occurs? What happens when your ideals clash with Miss Voorhees?”
After a long and awkward pause, Jill stands from the couch and does not say another word to the doctor. She promptly storms out of the office.
“Carter Shaw likes to talk about my ankle lock like it is some sort of smokescreen. He wants to downplay it. But the fact of the matter is it has launched me into the stratosphere, and nobody in Action Wrestling has had an answer for it. It ENDED FPV. It ENDED QDT. It ENDED Kyle Kemp’s reign as Champion.
And it will END any doubts to my legitimacy when Carter Shaw taps out to it, in front of the entire world at Revolution 5.
And when that happens, I want you, Shaw, to remember that you asked for this. I don’t just mean this stipulation, but this whole issue you have with me. I’ve made it very clear, I don’t give a shit about you. I don’t care what you’ve done, and I really don’t care that you think I’m getting too much hype.
You’re just thinking that because now, you receive none.
That’s what it really boils down to, Shaw. You used to be on top of the mountain. You had Philidor Holdings. You had the World Heavyweight Championship. Everyone was talking about Carter Shaw. Some argued he had one of the greatest reigns in company history. When I say I don’t give a shit about Carter Shaw, it is not a commentary on his ability.
I’m sure that’s how he will take it, though, which is exactly my point.
Carter Shaw is not the same man that was World Champion. He’s not the man that defended that with a fervor that was practically unmatched in Action Wrestling. He’s not even the man who lost to Dandy DiVito on a technicality. He’s a little more than a shell of who that man was. He knows it, I know it, and everyone else will be forced to accept it when he taps in the middle of the ring.
He will have to drag himself back to whatever stupid hotel room he’s been assigned and look into the mirror, and do you know what will be staring back at him? It won’t be the Carter Shaw he thought he was. It won’t be the former World Champion. Not the former mixed martial artist, bareknuckle boxer, or whatever the fuck. It will be a failure. A loser. A broken, pathetic shell of the man he once was. A man still clinging to his past triumphs.
And yeah, I get it, Shaw. These “past triumphs” weren’t that long ago, they were just last year, hell, it was a few months ago. Something happened, though, Shaw. I can see it, and so can everyone else who’s paid attention. You swore over and over you had Dandy DiVito’s number. Then…womp womp, you didn’t. You lost. Then you made sure you were placed in a match at Turmoil. And like Dandy, you were CERTAIN I didn’t belong. The whole time, everyone was sure I didn’t belong. But that wasn’t the truth, was it, Shaw? I wasn’t the one who didn’t belong, it was you. You couldn’t accept it, just like you couldn’t accept it when I knocked you out of the match.
That’s what this is about now. I knocked you out of the match; out of World Championship contention. I forced you to think that maybe those good days were behind you and now? Now you think that by forcing me into this match that you can undo it. It’s a farce. You won’t beat me. But, even if you did? It wouldn’t change anything. Everything I am saying now would still be true.
HOWEVER, you ain’t gonna beat me, Shaw. This submission match stipulation you think you snuck into this contract is in your favor. It’s just another chapter in the same book of disregarding me. You are straight out IGNORING the past at this point. You’re just like every other delusional shithead that has stood in my way. You will all lie to yourself, and lie to everyone else in the hopes I will eventually buy it.
I submit FPV. You say he wasn’t the man he used to be.
I sideline QDT. You say he was at his end, regardless.
I submit KYLE KEMP in the heights of his title reign, in his fuckin’ prime. You say it doesn’t matter. I pinned you, Carter Shaw. It’s thrown away as a fluke, and it’s never gonna happen again. Except…that’s what you said the first time.
When’s it gonna be enough for you, Shaw? What are you gonna fuckin’ say when you TAP OUT in the center of the ring? What happens when once again, Carter Shaw places his foot in his mouth, and as a result is EMBARRASSED in front of thirty thousand people at Revolution 5?
Will that be enough for you, Shaw? Will that be enough to quell the haters that want to keep me down, to keep me grounded?
Well, it doesn’t matter if it’ll be enough. At Revolution, you’re gonna tap one way or another. You’ll be forced to accept that you’re not who you thought you were. I’m the new face of this company. So get used to it.
You were convinced this was about “your spot”. But that’s never been it.
It’s been about mine.
