Post by Jill Park on Mar 25, 2022 23:31:30 GMT -5
The ping of a metal fork clanging against a porcelain plate echoed through Jill Park’s kitchen. She sat in silence, staring down at a plate of Eggs Benedict. There were several interns and staffers running through the room, all seeming frantic. It was a strange contrast to how Jill, for once, seemed to be blocking everything out. It was as if she didn’t even notice the vast amount of people through the kitchen every few moments. She was focused on her breakfast, despite her facial expressions indicating she wasn’t exactly impressed with it. Her now signature scowl was evident as she nonchalantly stabbed a fork into the middle of a piece of english muffin and began to cut through it with a knife. Still in her own world, Jill brought her fork to her mouth, crunching on her breakfast a little more loudly than perhaps you’d expect. As she continued in a sort of trance-like state, a nervous intern entered the room. As Jill laid down her utensils and reached for a nearby Bellini, she noticed the young woman that was eyeing her cautiously.
“Yes?” Jill asked with a groan. It was more of an authoritative “tell me what you want” more than it was a query. The young lady took another cautious step forward, as Jill took a drink.
“Well uhm…you see…John Thomas…”
Jill looked…guarded. “Spit it out, you shitbird.”
The words bit. They certainly fed into the visible insecurities the young lady had, even being in the presence of Jill Park.
“John Thomas wanted to ahh…to know…”
“Jesus fucking Christ!
TO KNOW….?!” Jill stood up, now physically intimidating the shorter girl, who backed up a touch, but that caused her to be backed up into one of the kitchen countertops.
“He wanted to get a statement on what happened on Clash.”
Jill’s eyes narrowed.
“With Johnny Bacchus…” She trailed off, momentarily, as Jill shut her eyes. “...and Ash Blake.”
Eyes reopened as they stared down the terrified intern. Jill ran her right hand through her own hair and seemed to be, as she so often was, on the verge of total meltdown. “Get the fuck out of here.”
On the verge of wetting herself, the intern certainly didn’t need any more excuses to leave, and she bolted immediately. Meanwhile, JIll began pacing around the kitchen with a frantic panic in her eyes. She noticed the barstool she had previously been seated on, and kicked it so furiously that it slid halfway across the kitchen, and smashed into the wall with a loud crash. Several crew members stopped and looked back to see Jill in a full on rage. Most of them left at that very instant.
“So John Thomas wants to know what I think about Clash?!”
She proceeded to pace again, alternating between being eerily quiet and obscenely loud and obnoxious.
“That ain’t no fucking scoop. That’s a very thinly veiled insult! He knows EXACTLY how that’s gonna go. But that’s the whole fucking point isn’t it? That’s the whole FUCKING narrative that’s been crafted around me. I’m unstable. I’m fucking crazy right? That’s what they want, isn’t it? They wanna see what is gonna send me off the deep end. Well, welcome to the fucking show, you parasites.”
Jill stops pacing as she comes back to where she had been eating, just a few minutes prior. Grabbing the plate, she hooves it to the right, right through a window. She stares through the mess of shattered glass and eggs benedict with a weird kind of smile.
“John Thomas wants to know. EVERYONE wants to know? It’s fucking bullshit, that’s what I think about it.”
She storms out of the kitchen but is quickly met by a producer.
“Great work, Jillian! That should pop ratings, no doubt!”
Jill looked appalled(but really, when doesn’t she look like that?). She took a step back. “You think this is an act? Cause it fuckin’ ain’t.” With that, she continued out the door.
“Perfect.”
Meanwhile, an intern that hadn’t left in the midst of all the commotion, can be seen putting their phone back into their pocket with a smirk on their face.
“Johnny Bacchus has always taken it upon himself to be the supposed moral compass of Action Wrestling. Week in and week out we are all subjected to his ramblings about who is honorable and decent…and, spoiler alert, that is nobody but Bacchus and his friends, for the record.
Now, normally I don’t let this bother me all that much. If Johnny Bacchus wants to alienate the entire Action Wrestling roster, be my guest. If he wants to label me the most despicable person he has ever met, I will wear it as a badge of honor; since apparently, even before I’ve ever faced him one on one in the ring, I’ve been living rent free in his head.
At BattleBowl, we saw one thing. When it came down to it, Johnny Bacchus had no friends. For one reason or another, nobody had any interest in saving him. Fast-forward to last week. We had that self-righteous shitstain in our crosshairs and we were ready to do the impossible. We were about to SHUT UP Johnny Bacchus once and for all.
But that’s not what happened.
No, Ash Blake must have thought it was Christmas, because her heart apparently grew three sizes and she SAVED Johnny Bacchus.
So heartwarming. Much courage.
So in one single moment, Johnny Bacchus proved he is exactly what he despises so deeply, and Ash Blake reconfirmed that no matter how much she achieves in Action Wrestling, her venture to destroy her one true nemesis was a complete and total failure. They’re both sold out their principles and their values, for one another. How incredibly cute.
I don’t give a FUCK why Johnny Bacchus sold out. I don’t give a single fucking shit about why Ash Blake suddenly decided that he was worth saving. I simply have one question for your both:
Was it really worth it?
“Yes?” Jill asked with a groan. It was more of an authoritative “tell me what you want” more than it was a query. The young lady took another cautious step forward, as Jill took a drink.
“Well uhm…you see…John Thomas…”
Jill looked…guarded. “Spit it out, you shitbird.”
The words bit. They certainly fed into the visible insecurities the young lady had, even being in the presence of Jill Park.
“John Thomas wanted to ahh…to know…”
“Jesus fucking Christ!
TO KNOW….?!” Jill stood up, now physically intimidating the shorter girl, who backed up a touch, but that caused her to be backed up into one of the kitchen countertops.
“He wanted to get a statement on what happened on Clash.”
Jill’s eyes narrowed.
“With Johnny Bacchus…” She trailed off, momentarily, as Jill shut her eyes. “...and Ash Blake.”
Eyes reopened as they stared down the terrified intern. Jill ran her right hand through her own hair and seemed to be, as she so often was, on the verge of total meltdown. “Get the fuck out of here.”
On the verge of wetting herself, the intern certainly didn’t need any more excuses to leave, and she bolted immediately. Meanwhile, JIll began pacing around the kitchen with a frantic panic in her eyes. She noticed the barstool she had previously been seated on, and kicked it so furiously that it slid halfway across the kitchen, and smashed into the wall with a loud crash. Several crew members stopped and looked back to see Jill in a full on rage. Most of them left at that very instant.
“So John Thomas wants to know what I think about Clash?!”
She proceeded to pace again, alternating between being eerily quiet and obscenely loud and obnoxious.
“That ain’t no fucking scoop. That’s a very thinly veiled insult! He knows EXACTLY how that’s gonna go. But that’s the whole fucking point isn’t it? That’s the whole FUCKING narrative that’s been crafted around me. I’m unstable. I’m fucking crazy right? That’s what they want, isn’t it? They wanna see what is gonna send me off the deep end. Well, welcome to the fucking show, you parasites.”
Jill stops pacing as she comes back to where she had been eating, just a few minutes prior. Grabbing the plate, she hooves it to the right, right through a window. She stares through the mess of shattered glass and eggs benedict with a weird kind of smile.
“John Thomas wants to know. EVERYONE wants to know? It’s fucking bullshit, that’s what I think about it.”
She storms out of the kitchen but is quickly met by a producer.
“Great work, Jillian! That should pop ratings, no doubt!”
Jill looked appalled(but really, when doesn’t she look like that?). She took a step back. “You think this is an act? Cause it fuckin’ ain’t.” With that, she continued out the door.
“Perfect.”
Meanwhile, an intern that hadn’t left in the midst of all the commotion, can be seen putting their phone back into their pocket with a smirk on their face.
“Johnny Bacchus has always taken it upon himself to be the supposed moral compass of Action Wrestling. Week in and week out we are all subjected to his ramblings about who is honorable and decent…and, spoiler alert, that is nobody but Bacchus and his friends, for the record.
Now, normally I don’t let this bother me all that much. If Johnny Bacchus wants to alienate the entire Action Wrestling roster, be my guest. If he wants to label me the most despicable person he has ever met, I will wear it as a badge of honor; since apparently, even before I’ve ever faced him one on one in the ring, I’ve been living rent free in his head.
At BattleBowl, we saw one thing. When it came down to it, Johnny Bacchus had no friends. For one reason or another, nobody had any interest in saving him. Fast-forward to last week. We had that self-righteous shitstain in our crosshairs and we were ready to do the impossible. We were about to SHUT UP Johnny Bacchus once and for all.
But that’s not what happened.
No, Ash Blake must have thought it was Christmas, because her heart apparently grew three sizes and she SAVED Johnny Bacchus.
So heartwarming. Much courage.
So in one single moment, Johnny Bacchus proved he is exactly what he despises so deeply, and Ash Blake reconfirmed that no matter how much she achieves in Action Wrestling, her venture to destroy her one true nemesis was a complete and total failure. They’re both sold out their principles and their values, for one another. How incredibly cute.
I don’t give a FUCK why Johnny Bacchus sold out. I don’t give a single fucking shit about why Ash Blake suddenly decided that he was worth saving. I simply have one question for your both:
Was it really worth it?