Post by Jill Park on Aug 7, 2022 9:51:41 GMT -5
Following the shocking announcements from Clash General Manager Alexander Pasternak, the Action Wrestling locker room was buzzing. Perhaps nobody moreso than United States Champion, Jill Park. Coming off the heels of her first successful defense against Sam Kidsgrove at Meltdown, she was now primed to potentially become a double Champion as she faces Alice Gemini for the AW Women’s Championship, just one week before entering into the All-In Ladder Match at Uprising. In the span of a month she could become a double Champion and hold her shot at the AW World Heavyweight Championship.
And she knew it.
The cameras began to roll with the view of a posh private jet. There were white leather reclining seats, which both Jill and Jake Paul occupied. Jill was leaned back in her chair, eyes shut. She was likely enjoying a rare serene moment. A moment not shared with evasive fans or loud co-stars. Not thinking about media appearances or what tabloids may try to pry into her social life even more than what was already known. Jake Paul, on the other hand, looked bored. The pair’s apparent relationship had always been a curious one, although it’s likely anyone choosing to spend time with Jill Park, regardless of stature, would probably face similar questions.
“So do Remington, Liberty, and Kamryn live with you now?” Jake asked, bluntly. Jill slowly reclined her seat forward, so that they were side by side. She slowly craned her neck to meet his gaze, and she did not look pleased. At all.
“Jesus Christ, Jake. I’m over the moon right now with all the opportunities I have. By the end of the month I’ll be a Double Champion, and hold the All-In briefcase, and you’re asking me about the sloot squad that’re trying to take over MY SHOW?!”
Jill continued to stare daggers at Jake. He didn’t seem to mind, shrugging it off. Jill shrieked in frustration. “Yes, they fucking live there now. Apparently MTV or Paramount or whoever the fuck, own this house. Kind of out of my control.”
“Interesting.”
Jill turned her head sharply at his reply. “What the fuck do you mean, interesting?”
A tense moment followed. Jake flashed her a goofy smile, but as before, she didn’t look the least bit impressed. Jake then shrugged again. “Nothing. It didn’t mean anything.”
Jill rolled her eyes as she returned her seat to its previously reclined position.
“I should be flying with Regan instead of you.”
“Kyle Kemp.
I thought I had finally rid myself of you, and by a product of that, Action Wrestling, back in December when I MADE YOU TAP at Turmoil. Finally showing the fucking world everything I said about us was correct. Finally shoving your superiority complex down your throat and letting you choke on your own ego. I moved on to bigger and better things, while you disappeared. I gave a career-defining performance against Carter Shaw in Hell in a Cell on Clash. And again when I shocked fucking everyone and nearly won Havoc. And AGAIN when I dominated and destroyed my competition at Glory. 2022 has been, and will continue to be, the year of Jill Park.
Men like you, Kemp, tried to make me and everyone else believe I had peaked long ago, and I was nothing more than a flash in the pan. That my fifteen minutes of fame were up. That eventually, I would lose everything and be spat out at the bottom of the porn industry.
Like any other of the haters I’ve encountered throughout my career, you were wrong. I am the hottest star this company has ever seen. I’ve defied expectation, and I’ve overperformed; overdelivered every single week. I’m not even close to done. My coronation as Action Wrestling World Champion is inevitable. The only thing thats inevitable about you, Kemp, is getting your ass handed to you by me, again. By the end of the month, you can call me “Gold Rush” Jill Park.
United States Champion.
Women’s Champion.
All-In Briefcase.
I told you all along. I am inevitable.
“It was pretty crazy, if you ask me.”
As the scene fades in we see the face of Kamryn. “License to Jill Confessionals” flashes on the screen for a moment.
“Like, I’ll be honest. Everyone knows that Jill Park is a bitch. We all knew that when we signed up to be potentially added to the show. We know all about who and what she is. She doesn’t get along well with basically anyone and she’s always about three seconds away from losing her mind. We got it, we understood. We knew she was abrasive, and we knew she was always in a bad mood.
But we also knew the opportunity we had in front of us. Everyone fuckin’ hates Jill Park but its hard to deny what she’s done. She’s a Pro Wrestling Champion. She’s killing it, and at the same time, she’s become this reality-show icon. It’s impressive! I’m honestly a big fan!
So that’s like, what I don’t get about Remington. She SPAT in her face! Yeah, Jill was shrieking and shit and being…well, herself. She was definetly ramping it up, but Remington knew. Fuck, she fucking knew! She knew what she was doing. Now she’s talking about like, Idunno…like usurping Jill? Like she thinks she’s gonna take over the show or something?
She’s gonna end up in a body bag.”
License to Jill heads to a commercial break.
As the commercial break ends, License to Jill returns to another confessional spot. This time, Liberty sits center frame. She doesn’t look as excited as Kamryn did earlier.
“I don’t know what Jill Park or anyone else expected. I don’t need to be some kind of delusional fan like Jill is accustomed to. I think it was hilarious when Remington spat in her face. Bitches like Jill Park need to be checked from time to time. I agree with Remingto 100%. JIll was acting out, LIKE SHE ALWAYS IS and Remington checked her. Will there be repercussions? Probably, and Rem will deal with them. I swear to god Jill has you all fooled. She knows exactly what she’s doing and she plays you people like a fiddle.
It’s cool and all that she’s created this like, media empire as she says. It’s cool that she’s a wrestling Champion, I guess. It’s whatever. I really don’t give a shit about Jill Park or her feelings. She can cry and stomp her feet and act out about how we’re here to steal her spotlight. Cause she’s damn right, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Who has a reality show without ANY co-stars? That’s stupid as fuck, just like Jill Park is. She can focus on wrestling, because we’re gonna show you all what a dumb bitch she really is.”
“CJ Phoenix.
I’ve seen you try to put meaning to you own run here in Action Wrestling in a number of ways. You were part of The Following. Then you were largely lost before seemingly finding yourself again, only to put yourself under someone else’s wing. It seems to me, you’re only comfortable when someone else is calling the shots. When someone else can tell you what you need to do. When there is someone else that can determine your trajectory and plan for you. The Following may have ended, but you, CJ Phoenix, are still nothing more than a follower.
But this week, will you continue that trend? Will you buddy up to Kyle Kemp, despite what he’s done to you in the past? Will you attempt a co-dependent relationship with Jason Cashe out of necessity, heading into All-In? Spencer Adams won’t be there to guide you. He won’t be there to tell you what a good job you’re doing and he won’t be there to ensure you don’t fail, like you so always do.
There’s something else at play here, CJ. I’m sure if you think about it long and hard enough, you’ll remember exactly what I’m talking about. One year ago, All-In. I was well on my way to being THE rising star in Action Wrestling. I was on the cusp of becoming Miss All-In. The case was nearly in my grasps.
Do you remember what happened next, CJ?
I do. That moment is burned into my memory moreso than any achievement or accolade I’ve collected since. Like the coward I know you are, you used that very same briefcase to smash me in my fucking face. I plummeted down about fifteen feet and smashed to the canvas. My hopes of holding that briefcase and assuredly becoming World Champion, they were over. All thanks to you. Perhaps the worst part is the fact that you couldn’t even collect the briefcase yourself. No, in true CJ Phoenix form, you allowed Kyle Kemp to decimate you with a chair, and I had to witness that snake pull down the briefcase.
The briefcase that should’ve been mine. It’s all because of you, CJ. Don’t think I have forgotten about it, not for one single second.
Despite that monumental setback, I’ve still soldiered on since that point. I’ve submitted any man that’s gotten in my way since. I’ve shown absolutely everyone that I am THE star in Action Wrestling. Anyone that gets in my way is left lying in my wake. Despite your cowardly actions at All-In one year ago, I’ve still become the hottest commodity in this company, and will continue to do so. You may have delayed my coronation but you did not stop it. You have a receipt coming this week, CJ. Bet on it. And at All-In, I will make DAMN SURE I break your heart like you broke mine, one year ago.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, right? There is still one more variable in this equation, and that is Jason Cashe. The CBS Champion. I can’t say I have too many personal issues with him, but he will fall in line, just like the rest. I know I have that stigma, that I have these deeply personal issues with any single person that occupies the other side of the ring. It’s not true. It simply does not bother me that Jason Cashe waltzed right into Action Wrestling and was granted a CBS Championship match and a Havoc spot. It doesn’t even bother me that he’s a raving doofus that somehow feels teaming with Odin Balfore is in any way, shape or form, a path to success here. However, there is one undeniable fact about Jason Cashe that does bother me.
All-In. Like everyone else in this match, he will be in All-In. He will be tasked with denying me my World Championship title shot. That is not a task I would envy. Last year, when I was coming into All-In, I was caught up in the magic of the moment. The amazing opportunity that had landed at my feet. Thinking about the possibility of what one night; what one match could change. As I stand before you all, just one year later, so much has changed. This won’t be a magical experience. I’m not thinking about what I have to do to shock the world and become the All-In holder. I walk into this match telling you all I don’t know how you could possibly stop me.
Sure, we are still a few weeks away from Uprising. For this week, there is a different battle. It’s a mere teaser for All-In. But you can all expect me to show the same level of ferocity that got me here. The same level of savagery that won me the United States Championship. The same level of intensity that will TAKE the Women’s Championship from Alice Gemini AND the same level of commitment that will ensure I WILL walk out of Uprising as Miss All-In. The next step is obvious: World Champion.
And just as I said before, from that day, you can refer to me as “Gold Rush” Jill Park.”
And she knew it.
The cameras began to roll with the view of a posh private jet. There were white leather reclining seats, which both Jill and Jake Paul occupied. Jill was leaned back in her chair, eyes shut. She was likely enjoying a rare serene moment. A moment not shared with evasive fans or loud co-stars. Not thinking about media appearances or what tabloids may try to pry into her social life even more than what was already known. Jake Paul, on the other hand, looked bored. The pair’s apparent relationship had always been a curious one, although it’s likely anyone choosing to spend time with Jill Park, regardless of stature, would probably face similar questions.
“So do Remington, Liberty, and Kamryn live with you now?” Jake asked, bluntly. Jill slowly reclined her seat forward, so that they were side by side. She slowly craned her neck to meet his gaze, and she did not look pleased. At all.
“Jesus Christ, Jake. I’m over the moon right now with all the opportunities I have. By the end of the month I’ll be a Double Champion, and hold the All-In briefcase, and you’re asking me about the sloot squad that’re trying to take over MY SHOW?!”
Jill continued to stare daggers at Jake. He didn’t seem to mind, shrugging it off. Jill shrieked in frustration. “Yes, they fucking live there now. Apparently MTV or Paramount or whoever the fuck, own this house. Kind of out of my control.”
“Interesting.”
Jill turned her head sharply at his reply. “What the fuck do you mean, interesting?”
A tense moment followed. Jake flashed her a goofy smile, but as before, she didn’t look the least bit impressed. Jake then shrugged again. “Nothing. It didn’t mean anything.”
Jill rolled her eyes as she returned her seat to its previously reclined position.
“I should be flying with Regan instead of you.”
“Kyle Kemp.
I thought I had finally rid myself of you, and by a product of that, Action Wrestling, back in December when I MADE YOU TAP at Turmoil. Finally showing the fucking world everything I said about us was correct. Finally shoving your superiority complex down your throat and letting you choke on your own ego. I moved on to bigger and better things, while you disappeared. I gave a career-defining performance against Carter Shaw in Hell in a Cell on Clash. And again when I shocked fucking everyone and nearly won Havoc. And AGAIN when I dominated and destroyed my competition at Glory. 2022 has been, and will continue to be, the year of Jill Park.
Men like you, Kemp, tried to make me and everyone else believe I had peaked long ago, and I was nothing more than a flash in the pan. That my fifteen minutes of fame were up. That eventually, I would lose everything and be spat out at the bottom of the porn industry.
Like any other of the haters I’ve encountered throughout my career, you were wrong. I am the hottest star this company has ever seen. I’ve defied expectation, and I’ve overperformed; overdelivered every single week. I’m not even close to done. My coronation as Action Wrestling World Champion is inevitable. The only thing thats inevitable about you, Kemp, is getting your ass handed to you by me, again. By the end of the month, you can call me “Gold Rush” Jill Park.
United States Champion.
Women’s Champion.
All-In Briefcase.
I told you all along. I am inevitable.
“It was pretty crazy, if you ask me.”
As the scene fades in we see the face of Kamryn. “License to Jill Confessionals” flashes on the screen for a moment.
“Like, I’ll be honest. Everyone knows that Jill Park is a bitch. We all knew that when we signed up to be potentially added to the show. We know all about who and what she is. She doesn’t get along well with basically anyone and she’s always about three seconds away from losing her mind. We got it, we understood. We knew she was abrasive, and we knew she was always in a bad mood.
But we also knew the opportunity we had in front of us. Everyone fuckin’ hates Jill Park but its hard to deny what she’s done. She’s a Pro Wrestling Champion. She’s killing it, and at the same time, she’s become this reality-show icon. It’s impressive! I’m honestly a big fan!
So that’s like, what I don’t get about Remington. She SPAT in her face! Yeah, Jill was shrieking and shit and being…well, herself. She was definetly ramping it up, but Remington knew. Fuck, she fucking knew! She knew what she was doing. Now she’s talking about like, Idunno…like usurping Jill? Like she thinks she’s gonna take over the show or something?
She’s gonna end up in a body bag.”
License to Jill heads to a commercial break.
As the commercial break ends, License to Jill returns to another confessional spot. This time, Liberty sits center frame. She doesn’t look as excited as Kamryn did earlier.
“I don’t know what Jill Park or anyone else expected. I don’t need to be some kind of delusional fan like Jill is accustomed to. I think it was hilarious when Remington spat in her face. Bitches like Jill Park need to be checked from time to time. I agree with Remingto 100%. JIll was acting out, LIKE SHE ALWAYS IS and Remington checked her. Will there be repercussions? Probably, and Rem will deal with them. I swear to god Jill has you all fooled. She knows exactly what she’s doing and she plays you people like a fiddle.
It’s cool and all that she’s created this like, media empire as she says. It’s cool that she’s a wrestling Champion, I guess. It’s whatever. I really don’t give a shit about Jill Park or her feelings. She can cry and stomp her feet and act out about how we’re here to steal her spotlight. Cause she’s damn right, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Who has a reality show without ANY co-stars? That’s stupid as fuck, just like Jill Park is. She can focus on wrestling, because we’re gonna show you all what a dumb bitch she really is.”
“CJ Phoenix.
I’ve seen you try to put meaning to you own run here in Action Wrestling in a number of ways. You were part of The Following. Then you were largely lost before seemingly finding yourself again, only to put yourself under someone else’s wing. It seems to me, you’re only comfortable when someone else is calling the shots. When someone else can tell you what you need to do. When there is someone else that can determine your trajectory and plan for you. The Following may have ended, but you, CJ Phoenix, are still nothing more than a follower.
But this week, will you continue that trend? Will you buddy up to Kyle Kemp, despite what he’s done to you in the past? Will you attempt a co-dependent relationship with Jason Cashe out of necessity, heading into All-In? Spencer Adams won’t be there to guide you. He won’t be there to tell you what a good job you’re doing and he won’t be there to ensure you don’t fail, like you so always do.
There’s something else at play here, CJ. I’m sure if you think about it long and hard enough, you’ll remember exactly what I’m talking about. One year ago, All-In. I was well on my way to being THE rising star in Action Wrestling. I was on the cusp of becoming Miss All-In. The case was nearly in my grasps.
Do you remember what happened next, CJ?
I do. That moment is burned into my memory moreso than any achievement or accolade I’ve collected since. Like the coward I know you are, you used that very same briefcase to smash me in my fucking face. I plummeted down about fifteen feet and smashed to the canvas. My hopes of holding that briefcase and assuredly becoming World Champion, they were over. All thanks to you. Perhaps the worst part is the fact that you couldn’t even collect the briefcase yourself. No, in true CJ Phoenix form, you allowed Kyle Kemp to decimate you with a chair, and I had to witness that snake pull down the briefcase.
The briefcase that should’ve been mine. It’s all because of you, CJ. Don’t think I have forgotten about it, not for one single second.
Despite that monumental setback, I’ve still soldiered on since that point. I’ve submitted any man that’s gotten in my way since. I’ve shown absolutely everyone that I am THE star in Action Wrestling. Anyone that gets in my way is left lying in my wake. Despite your cowardly actions at All-In one year ago, I’ve still become the hottest commodity in this company, and will continue to do so. You may have delayed my coronation but you did not stop it. You have a receipt coming this week, CJ. Bet on it. And at All-In, I will make DAMN SURE I break your heart like you broke mine, one year ago.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, right? There is still one more variable in this equation, and that is Jason Cashe. The CBS Champion. I can’t say I have too many personal issues with him, but he will fall in line, just like the rest. I know I have that stigma, that I have these deeply personal issues with any single person that occupies the other side of the ring. It’s not true. It simply does not bother me that Jason Cashe waltzed right into Action Wrestling and was granted a CBS Championship match and a Havoc spot. It doesn’t even bother me that he’s a raving doofus that somehow feels teaming with Odin Balfore is in any way, shape or form, a path to success here. However, there is one undeniable fact about Jason Cashe that does bother me.
All-In. Like everyone else in this match, he will be in All-In. He will be tasked with denying me my World Championship title shot. That is not a task I would envy. Last year, when I was coming into All-In, I was caught up in the magic of the moment. The amazing opportunity that had landed at my feet. Thinking about the possibility of what one night; what one match could change. As I stand before you all, just one year later, so much has changed. This won’t be a magical experience. I’m not thinking about what I have to do to shock the world and become the All-In holder. I walk into this match telling you all I don’t know how you could possibly stop me.
Sure, we are still a few weeks away from Uprising. For this week, there is a different battle. It’s a mere teaser for All-In. But you can all expect me to show the same level of ferocity that got me here. The same level of savagery that won me the United States Championship. The same level of intensity that will TAKE the Women’s Championship from Alice Gemini AND the same level of commitment that will ensure I WILL walk out of Uprising as Miss All-In. The next step is obvious: World Champion.
And just as I said before, from that day, you can refer to me as “Gold Rush” Jill Park.”
