Post by Jill Park on Aug 19, 2022 13:47:12 GMT -5
“All I’m saying is, maybe we all got off on the wrong foot.”
Seated in the lounge area of the “License to Jill home” are Liberty, Kamryn, and Jake Paul. Jill Park stands before them, bellini in hand.
“I wasn’t thrilled to have you all join me in what was my home, seemingly out of thin air. However, I’ve had time to really think about it. The possibilities here are endless. This could be revolutionary. Perhaps, this is for the best.”
Kamryn looked quite happy with Jill’s proclamation. Liberty, on the other hand, didn’t seem convinced. After taking another sip of her bellini, Jill noticed the glare coming her way from Liberty.
“Problem?” Jill asked, accusingly.
“Yeah.” Liberty replied, matter-of-factly, as she stood. Jill stood her ground, of course, but remained calm for the time being. Jake eyed them both, wearily.
“You’re a bitch. You came in fuckin’ guns blazing on OUR FIRST DAY. That’s why Remington spat in your face. She knew what was coming, and so did I. So save this speech of unity, or whatever the fuck you’d like to call it. You’re fake, Jill. So fucking fake.”
Jill, to her credit, remained calm. Not making a nose other than what escaped her mouth as she sucked on her teeth, trying not to lash out as she was accustomed to doing. If there was something to see through, it’s clear that Liberty saw right through it.
“Liberty…” Kamryn began to interject, but Jill quickly waved her off.
“No, no. It’s fine. I’m perfectly capable to defending myself.”
Liberty chuckled at that, as she looked Jill up and down as Jill polished off the rest of her drink.
“Remington has been right about you since the beginning. That’s why she’s not here, right now. You don’t want her to be. You want us to side with you, ostracize her, and hopefully push her out of the house. You’re so fuckin’ predictable.”
Remaining calm, Jill places her now empty glass onto a nearby endtable. As she turns back to Liberty, she’s suddenly right up in her face.
“I would choose your next words carefully, Liberty. It’s real cute you want to protect your friend and all, but get real. I’m the star here, and you’re nothing but a leech. The same as she is. The same as you all are. I’m the fucking star here. Not you, not that stupid fat slut Remington. ME. I’m the reason you’re here. Without me, you’d be in the back of a Denny’s “auditioning” for a different kind of reality show. I suggest you get on board with what I’m offering, and ditch the cow. Attach yourself to a winner, it’ll make a world of difference, I promise you.
That’s all the advice you’ll get from me, now get the fuck out of my face.”
Perhaps to Jill’s surprise, Liberty does back up a step.
“Jake.” Jill barks out with a dominant tone. She turns and heads up the stairs and he sheepishly follows.
“Alice Gemini thinks she can get under my skin. She thinks that she’s some master of mind games because she turned Serenity Holmes into a flustered shell of herself. She thinks because she ended Serenity’s reign as Women’s Champion that she’s ready to swim with the sharks.
How adorable.
I’ll give you one thing, Alice. Last Monday Night, you stared down the barrel of the gun, and you didn’t flinch. You went toe to toe with me. You actually acted like you belonged. If I didn’t know any better, I would even believe it myself.
However Alice, there is one huge difference between us. For you, I am sure this is the biggest match of your life. Hell, even one year ago I would’ve said the same about myself. But as you can tout that you will become a double Champion at 22 and what a big deal that is, I can see this for what it is, in reality. For you, Alice, this is earth-shattering. It’s ground-breaking. It’s EVERYTHING.
For me? It’s simply another Monday night. I’m sure you’re riding high heading into this week, and I know like myself, you’ve also got All-In looming, because as big as this match we have is, All-In provides the ultimate opportunity. Truly, for one of us, we know, that in a couple of weeks we could be Miss All-In, Women’s Champion, and United States Champion. A truly remarkable, awe-inspiring thought.
That’s what you don’t understand though, Alice. As big as this all is, and I’m sure deep-down, you’re mind is swimming in a lake of nervousness and anxiety over the opporunity before you. Knowing full well that if you screw up this chance, you may never get another. Not on the level that this is. What you will fail to realize is that this IS my level. I am Jill Park. I AM awe-inspiring. I am a generational talent. Whatever label you want to place on this match, I exemplify it. For you, this match truly would be everything. It’s the kind of match that can change your entire career.
Well, I have been routinely having those kinds of matches, those kinds of performances since December. Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, I’ve strapped this company on my fucking back and launched it into the stratasphere. Not only that, through my work with License to Jill, I have brought countless more fans onto Action Wrestling. I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to say it: I’m a goddamn Media MOGUL. I exude fame. We see all these wannabe “stars” come in and out of Action Wrestling frequently. Nothing more than knock off Jill Parks, whether they’re male or female, doesn’t matter. Just one year ago, AW brass even tried signing off on a reality show for some loser, and look how that went? Exactly how I predicted it would.
That’s because there’s only one Jill Park. I’ve brought Reality Television to Pro Wrestling. I’ve become a star off of the back of my legacy, and mine alone. I’ve submitted legends. I’ve ended careers. Made grown men cry when I FORCED them to admit to their own realities and their own shortcomings. Nobody likes me because they cannot admit to their own reality. That’s simply what I expose. People rarely like what’s staring back at them in the mirror when all the cosmetics are stripped away.
Yet you, Alice Gemini, you really think you are going to have the upperhand on me? You think FOR A GOD DAMNED SECOND, that you’re gonna walk in and shut me up when nobody else could?
I transcend pro wrestling. Hell, I transcend reality television as well. When I say I am once in a lifetime, I fucking mean it. It’s not some dumbass slogan thought up by a marketing team. So many of our cohorts in the back like to think that I am fake. That I lead a fake life. That everything I do is skin-deep at best.
But I can assure you one thing. When that bell sounds, when I wrap you in the FRANKLE LOCK…it’s as real as it gets. When your ankle snaps into pieces, that’s as real as it gets. Between the ropes, JILL PARK, is as real as it gets.”
Back in Venice Beach, Jill Park slowly descends down a spiral staircase. The echo from her heels reverbirate off of the walls. As she gets to the bottom of the stairs she sees just one person. She grins as she stares at Liberty.
“Liberty.” Jill says, warmly. Quite the far cry from the tone she had met her with earlier. Liberty looks just as hostile, however.
“I already told you. I’m not interested.”
“Yes, I know.” Jill replies, matter-of-factly, as an intern hands her another Bellini. She lifts it to her mouth without another word, smirking at LIberty after taking a sip.
“But, I still think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I still think you have a skewed view of me. That you’re seeing me through Remington’s eyes.”
“Oh yeah, and how do ya figure that?” Liberty recoiled, sounding defensive.
“Well, for starters, you’re basing your hatred of me on your friend’s feelings. Which, while admirable, is foolish.”
Liberty balled her hands into fists, but before either makes a move, Jill is quick to defuse the situation. After placing her drink on a nearby table, she raised her hands up defensively.
“Now now. I have no desire to fight. I sought you out specifically so we could better understand one another.
The reason I cannot understand this hostility is that, well, I could make your life a whole lot easier.”
Liberty lowered her fists and tilted her head curiously. “What do you mean?”
Jill grinned, practically ear to ear. She got her, and she knew it.
“What would make all this hostility go away, Liberty? Hmm? What problems do you have that could be instantly solved by someone in a position to help? What debt has your family accrued? What exactly is your cost of friendship?”
Liberty said nothing, instead just stood in a stunned silence. Almost as if her mind were running calculations. Her lack of a rebuke was music to Jill’s ears. She didn’t even wait for a response from her would-be foe.
“I’ll get my cheque book.”
As Jill turned and headed up the stairs, Liberty did have one remark.
“You and Remington are alot more alike than I think either of you realize.”
Jill stops dead in her tracks. Liberty questions why she would say such a thing. However, after a long silence and suspense of what Jill may do with such a remark, her reaction is perhaps unexpected.
A laugh. Or rather, a giggle may be more accurate.
“You know, as odd as it sounds, I think you’re right.”
There is a loud thud of a body smashing to the floor, followed by calm footsteps down a flight of stairs. The scene is the exact place Jill had met Liberty in previously. However, this time Liberty was not present. Jill descended down the stairs casually, staring at the person who had just tumbled down seconds earlier.
Remington. A trickle of blood ran down her forehead from the fall, and her left leg looked broken. However, the glossy look in her eyes seemed much more concerning. However, Jill Park seemed to be the only “witness”, as it were.
“Poor, poor Remington. Had a bit of a tumble did we?”
She received no response, just a glossy, “far away” stare. She was obviously concussed.
“I tried to warn you, Remington. I really did. I tried to warn everyone, actually. The stairs in this house can be quite treacherous. Seems you didn’t want to listen. Kamryn did. She listened from the start. Even Liberty came around, just earlier today in fact.”
Jill walked closer to her prey, before crouching down next to her head.
“That’s a nasty scrape you’ve got there. I would get that checked out, if I were you. You can never be too careful.”
“You…did…this.” Remington finally managed to spit out, blood now began to trickle from her mouth.
Jill fake-gasped and covered her mouth.
“Who? Me? I would never! I have never! What a horrible accusation!”
Jill stood up again, brushing herself off. The charade apparently had worn off.
“Of course I did, you fucking idiot. You know, Remington, it’s a real shame. It really is. I know I wasn’t pleased to have any of you sluts in this house, stealing my spotlight, but you were different. You were alot like, weren’t you? Liberty saw it, I saw it, I’m sure you did as well. That’s why I hope you can understand why it was only ever going to end up this way. There was simply no other possible outcome.
And I’ll be damned if I am the one at the bottom of the stairs.”
Jill laughed to herself. A morbid, disgusting laugh.
“You may think that’s a bit of a leap. That you are like me so I had to remove you. To those people I would say they don’t really know me. No, Remington, you really were a kindred spirit, weren’t you?? So, I am sure that you would’ve done the same to me, given the opportunity. What is it that they say, there are two kinds of people in this world: those that give, and those that take?
I’ll always be the person who takes.
Always.”
“I had always thought you were one of the only, if not the only other person within Action Wrestling that could possibly align with myself and Regan. In another life, perhaps you could’ve fought along side us as we carved out our legacy in these hallowed halls. Alas, that is not the reality we live in. From the moment this “Title vs Title” match was announced, we were sworn foes. I’m not about to give you some garbage diatribe about how this is good for women’s wrestling, or the next “class” of top-tier talent in Action Wrestling. I could not give less of a shit about any of that. I do not desire to be a role model. I do not wish to be a martyr. I do not care that when I submit the stars of Action Wrestling, that children sitting in the front row cry, as if breaking their heroes break them as well.
That’s where I actually think we align, Alice. I could imagine you saying all these sorts of things, and actually mean them, the same as I do. You crave chaos and destruction, the same as I do. However, that’s perhaps where the similarities end. Perhaps, some day, you can be at the top of this company. A household name, as it were. But, I’ll tell you right now, it will not be now; it will not be at my expense. I’ve poured too much into this. I’ve come so far. From Turmoil, to Havoc, to Glory, to NOW, and beyond to All-In and everything else that you’ll witness me do, just this year. I’ve come too fucking far to allow you to knock me off now.
I told you last week, that I hope you do indeed live up to the “Brutal Bitch” moniker. It wasn’t a question of your skills. I wasn’t challenging you to a war, although I do expect one. I was simply telling you if you sell me a bag of lies in that regard, you may not make it out in one piece. Instead of merely losing your title, you’ll lose your career.
Alice, I’m not fucking around. This is no game to me. Much like at Uprising, I’m All-In.
I’ve defied expectations time and time again, and I’ll continue to do it until my legacy is unquestionable. Until my impact is irrefutable. I’ve ascended through a roster that has tried to bury me. I’ve risen to the occasion every single time.
And I’ll do it again.”
Remington struggled to get up, even to a seated position. It was clear she didn’t have a clue where she was anymore.
“Sweety, save your strength. You’ve lost.
You really thought you could be me. In fact, you thought you could “do” me better than…well, me. You thought you’d waltz right into the fucking picture and destroy me from the inside out. That I was a stepping stone FOR YOU.”
Jill began pacing back and forth in the room, all while not taking her eyes off of Remington. For someone that was in complete control of the situation, Jill appeared frantic and nervous.
“Just as I reached the top, you were ready to take me down. Weren’t you, Alice?”[/i]
She stopped dead in her tracks, realizing her mistake. An eery moment followed of staring at Remington, as if it was all her fault in the first place. Perhaps that is exactly the thought that ran through Jill Park’s mind in this moment. Regardless of what she was thinking in this moment, she skipped right over it.
“You all want to be me. You want my spotlight. No matter what I do, or how well I do it, you all want to rip it away from me!”
Jill’s tone became increasingly frantic as she went on. The reputation she has tried to cultivate of a more calm and measured individual was clearly right out the window now.
“I am on the biggest roll of my professional life, and you’re all there to pounce at a single misstep on my part. I am ostracized by my peers, by the fans, the media…EVERYONE. So what am I left to do, Remington? What other course of action am I truly left with? You challenged me, you forced my hand.
No, this is not my fault. You’re just like fucking Alice Gemini. You push and you push and you push, and then you’ll play the victim. You won’t like what happens when I’ve had enough. You won’t enjoy it when you find out what I am able to do about it. Everyone enjoys pushing my buttons. They enjoy cracking jokes about my shortcomings and my failings. But when it’s time to own up to those decisions, they cannot face the consequences. Then, once again, they are the victim and I am the villain.”
All of a sudden a door came be heard as several paramedics bolt through the door and Jill appears to ready herself, breathing in deeply.
As she sees them coming she exclaims “Oh thank god! She fell down the stairs! I think she was distracted, she was on her phone! It was horrible!” The paramedic nods before continuing to examine Remington and beginning the process of checking her vitals.
“I’m so glad you got here so quickly.” Jill continued as she stared into Remington’s glossy eyes. “This could’ve been so much worse.”
Seated in the lounge area of the “License to Jill home” are Liberty, Kamryn, and Jake Paul. Jill Park stands before them, bellini in hand.
“I wasn’t thrilled to have you all join me in what was my home, seemingly out of thin air. However, I’ve had time to really think about it. The possibilities here are endless. This could be revolutionary. Perhaps, this is for the best.”
Kamryn looked quite happy with Jill’s proclamation. Liberty, on the other hand, didn’t seem convinced. After taking another sip of her bellini, Jill noticed the glare coming her way from Liberty.
“Problem?” Jill asked, accusingly.
“Yeah.” Liberty replied, matter-of-factly, as she stood. Jill stood her ground, of course, but remained calm for the time being. Jake eyed them both, wearily.
“You’re a bitch. You came in fuckin’ guns blazing on OUR FIRST DAY. That’s why Remington spat in your face. She knew what was coming, and so did I. So save this speech of unity, or whatever the fuck you’d like to call it. You’re fake, Jill. So fucking fake.”
Jill, to her credit, remained calm. Not making a nose other than what escaped her mouth as she sucked on her teeth, trying not to lash out as she was accustomed to doing. If there was something to see through, it’s clear that Liberty saw right through it.
“Liberty…” Kamryn began to interject, but Jill quickly waved her off.
“No, no. It’s fine. I’m perfectly capable to defending myself.”
Liberty chuckled at that, as she looked Jill up and down as Jill polished off the rest of her drink.
“Remington has been right about you since the beginning. That’s why she’s not here, right now. You don’t want her to be. You want us to side with you, ostracize her, and hopefully push her out of the house. You’re so fuckin’ predictable.”
Remaining calm, Jill places her now empty glass onto a nearby endtable. As she turns back to Liberty, she’s suddenly right up in her face.
“I would choose your next words carefully, Liberty. It’s real cute you want to protect your friend and all, but get real. I’m the star here, and you’re nothing but a leech. The same as she is. The same as you all are. I’m the fucking star here. Not you, not that stupid fat slut Remington. ME. I’m the reason you’re here. Without me, you’d be in the back of a Denny’s “auditioning” for a different kind of reality show. I suggest you get on board with what I’m offering, and ditch the cow. Attach yourself to a winner, it’ll make a world of difference, I promise you.
That’s all the advice you’ll get from me, now get the fuck out of my face.”
Perhaps to Jill’s surprise, Liberty does back up a step.
“Jake.” Jill barks out with a dominant tone. She turns and heads up the stairs and he sheepishly follows.
“Alice Gemini thinks she can get under my skin. She thinks that she’s some master of mind games because she turned Serenity Holmes into a flustered shell of herself. She thinks because she ended Serenity’s reign as Women’s Champion that she’s ready to swim with the sharks.
How adorable.
I’ll give you one thing, Alice. Last Monday Night, you stared down the barrel of the gun, and you didn’t flinch. You went toe to toe with me. You actually acted like you belonged. If I didn’t know any better, I would even believe it myself.
However Alice, there is one huge difference between us. For you, I am sure this is the biggest match of your life. Hell, even one year ago I would’ve said the same about myself. But as you can tout that you will become a double Champion at 22 and what a big deal that is, I can see this for what it is, in reality. For you, Alice, this is earth-shattering. It’s ground-breaking. It’s EVERYTHING.
For me? It’s simply another Monday night. I’m sure you’re riding high heading into this week, and I know like myself, you’ve also got All-In looming, because as big as this match we have is, All-In provides the ultimate opportunity. Truly, for one of us, we know, that in a couple of weeks we could be Miss All-In, Women’s Champion, and United States Champion. A truly remarkable, awe-inspiring thought.
That’s what you don’t understand though, Alice. As big as this all is, and I’m sure deep-down, you’re mind is swimming in a lake of nervousness and anxiety over the opporunity before you. Knowing full well that if you screw up this chance, you may never get another. Not on the level that this is. What you will fail to realize is that this IS my level. I am Jill Park. I AM awe-inspiring. I am a generational talent. Whatever label you want to place on this match, I exemplify it. For you, this match truly would be everything. It’s the kind of match that can change your entire career.
Well, I have been routinely having those kinds of matches, those kinds of performances since December. Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, I’ve strapped this company on my fucking back and launched it into the stratasphere. Not only that, through my work with License to Jill, I have brought countless more fans onto Action Wrestling. I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue to say it: I’m a goddamn Media MOGUL. I exude fame. We see all these wannabe “stars” come in and out of Action Wrestling frequently. Nothing more than knock off Jill Parks, whether they’re male or female, doesn’t matter. Just one year ago, AW brass even tried signing off on a reality show for some loser, and look how that went? Exactly how I predicted it would.
That’s because there’s only one Jill Park. I’ve brought Reality Television to Pro Wrestling. I’ve become a star off of the back of my legacy, and mine alone. I’ve submitted legends. I’ve ended careers. Made grown men cry when I FORCED them to admit to their own realities and their own shortcomings. Nobody likes me because they cannot admit to their own reality. That’s simply what I expose. People rarely like what’s staring back at them in the mirror when all the cosmetics are stripped away.
Yet you, Alice Gemini, you really think you are going to have the upperhand on me? You think FOR A GOD DAMNED SECOND, that you’re gonna walk in and shut me up when nobody else could?
I transcend pro wrestling. Hell, I transcend reality television as well. When I say I am once in a lifetime, I fucking mean it. It’s not some dumbass slogan thought up by a marketing team. So many of our cohorts in the back like to think that I am fake. That I lead a fake life. That everything I do is skin-deep at best.
But I can assure you one thing. When that bell sounds, when I wrap you in the FRANKLE LOCK…it’s as real as it gets. When your ankle snaps into pieces, that’s as real as it gets. Between the ropes, JILL PARK, is as real as it gets.”
Back in Venice Beach, Jill Park slowly descends down a spiral staircase. The echo from her heels reverbirate off of the walls. As she gets to the bottom of the stairs she sees just one person. She grins as she stares at Liberty.
“Liberty.” Jill says, warmly. Quite the far cry from the tone she had met her with earlier. Liberty looks just as hostile, however.
“I already told you. I’m not interested.”
“Yes, I know.” Jill replies, matter-of-factly, as an intern hands her another Bellini. She lifts it to her mouth without another word, smirking at LIberty after taking a sip.
“But, I still think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I still think you have a skewed view of me. That you’re seeing me through Remington’s eyes.”
“Oh yeah, and how do ya figure that?” Liberty recoiled, sounding defensive.
“Well, for starters, you’re basing your hatred of me on your friend’s feelings. Which, while admirable, is foolish.”
Liberty balled her hands into fists, but before either makes a move, Jill is quick to defuse the situation. After placing her drink on a nearby table, she raised her hands up defensively.
“Now now. I have no desire to fight. I sought you out specifically so we could better understand one another.
The reason I cannot understand this hostility is that, well, I could make your life a whole lot easier.”
Liberty lowered her fists and tilted her head curiously. “What do you mean?”
Jill grinned, practically ear to ear. She got her, and she knew it.
“What would make all this hostility go away, Liberty? Hmm? What problems do you have that could be instantly solved by someone in a position to help? What debt has your family accrued? What exactly is your cost of friendship?”
Liberty said nothing, instead just stood in a stunned silence. Almost as if her mind were running calculations. Her lack of a rebuke was music to Jill’s ears. She didn’t even wait for a response from her would-be foe.
“I’ll get my cheque book.”
As Jill turned and headed up the stairs, Liberty did have one remark.
“You and Remington are alot more alike than I think either of you realize.”
Jill stops dead in her tracks. Liberty questions why she would say such a thing. However, after a long silence and suspense of what Jill may do with such a remark, her reaction is perhaps unexpected.
A laugh. Or rather, a giggle may be more accurate.
“You know, as odd as it sounds, I think you’re right.”
There is a loud thud of a body smashing to the floor, followed by calm footsteps down a flight of stairs. The scene is the exact place Jill had met Liberty in previously. However, this time Liberty was not present. Jill descended down the stairs casually, staring at the person who had just tumbled down seconds earlier.
Remington. A trickle of blood ran down her forehead from the fall, and her left leg looked broken. However, the glossy look in her eyes seemed much more concerning. However, Jill Park seemed to be the only “witness”, as it were.
“Poor, poor Remington. Had a bit of a tumble did we?”
She received no response, just a glossy, “far away” stare. She was obviously concussed.
“I tried to warn you, Remington. I really did. I tried to warn everyone, actually. The stairs in this house can be quite treacherous. Seems you didn’t want to listen. Kamryn did. She listened from the start. Even Liberty came around, just earlier today in fact.”
Jill walked closer to her prey, before crouching down next to her head.
“That’s a nasty scrape you’ve got there. I would get that checked out, if I were you. You can never be too careful.”
“You…did…this.” Remington finally managed to spit out, blood now began to trickle from her mouth.
Jill fake-gasped and covered her mouth.
“Who? Me? I would never! I have never! What a horrible accusation!”
Jill stood up again, brushing herself off. The charade apparently had worn off.
“Of course I did, you fucking idiot. You know, Remington, it’s a real shame. It really is. I know I wasn’t pleased to have any of you sluts in this house, stealing my spotlight, but you were different. You were alot like, weren’t you? Liberty saw it, I saw it, I’m sure you did as well. That’s why I hope you can understand why it was only ever going to end up this way. There was simply no other possible outcome.
And I’ll be damned if I am the one at the bottom of the stairs.”
Jill laughed to herself. A morbid, disgusting laugh.
“You may think that’s a bit of a leap. That you are like me so I had to remove you. To those people I would say they don’t really know me. No, Remington, you really were a kindred spirit, weren’t you?? So, I am sure that you would’ve done the same to me, given the opportunity. What is it that they say, there are two kinds of people in this world: those that give, and those that take?
I’ll always be the person who takes.
Always.”
“I had always thought you were one of the only, if not the only other person within Action Wrestling that could possibly align with myself and Regan. In another life, perhaps you could’ve fought along side us as we carved out our legacy in these hallowed halls. Alas, that is not the reality we live in. From the moment this “Title vs Title” match was announced, we were sworn foes. I’m not about to give you some garbage diatribe about how this is good for women’s wrestling, or the next “class” of top-tier talent in Action Wrestling. I could not give less of a shit about any of that. I do not desire to be a role model. I do not wish to be a martyr. I do not care that when I submit the stars of Action Wrestling, that children sitting in the front row cry, as if breaking their heroes break them as well.
That’s where I actually think we align, Alice. I could imagine you saying all these sorts of things, and actually mean them, the same as I do. You crave chaos and destruction, the same as I do. However, that’s perhaps where the similarities end. Perhaps, some day, you can be at the top of this company. A household name, as it were. But, I’ll tell you right now, it will not be now; it will not be at my expense. I’ve poured too much into this. I’ve come so far. From Turmoil, to Havoc, to Glory, to NOW, and beyond to All-In and everything else that you’ll witness me do, just this year. I’ve come too fucking far to allow you to knock me off now.
I told you last week, that I hope you do indeed live up to the “Brutal Bitch” moniker. It wasn’t a question of your skills. I wasn’t challenging you to a war, although I do expect one. I was simply telling you if you sell me a bag of lies in that regard, you may not make it out in one piece. Instead of merely losing your title, you’ll lose your career.
Alice, I’m not fucking around. This is no game to me. Much like at Uprising, I’m All-In.
I’ve defied expectations time and time again, and I’ll continue to do it until my legacy is unquestionable. Until my impact is irrefutable. I’ve ascended through a roster that has tried to bury me. I’ve risen to the occasion every single time.
And I’ll do it again.”
Remington struggled to get up, even to a seated position. It was clear she didn’t have a clue where she was anymore.
“Sweety, save your strength. You’ve lost.
You really thought you could be me. In fact, you thought you could “do” me better than…well, me. You thought you’d waltz right into the fucking picture and destroy me from the inside out. That I was a stepping stone FOR YOU.”
Jill began pacing back and forth in the room, all while not taking her eyes off of Remington. For someone that was in complete control of the situation, Jill appeared frantic and nervous.
“Just as I reached the top, you were ready to take me down. Weren’t you, Alice?”[/i]
She stopped dead in her tracks, realizing her mistake. An eery moment followed of staring at Remington, as if it was all her fault in the first place. Perhaps that is exactly the thought that ran through Jill Park’s mind in this moment. Regardless of what she was thinking in this moment, she skipped right over it.
“You all want to be me. You want my spotlight. No matter what I do, or how well I do it, you all want to rip it away from me!”
Jill’s tone became increasingly frantic as she went on. The reputation she has tried to cultivate of a more calm and measured individual was clearly right out the window now.
“I am on the biggest roll of my professional life, and you’re all there to pounce at a single misstep on my part. I am ostracized by my peers, by the fans, the media…EVERYONE. So what am I left to do, Remington? What other course of action am I truly left with? You challenged me, you forced my hand.
No, this is not my fault. You’re just like fucking Alice Gemini. You push and you push and you push, and then you’ll play the victim. You won’t like what happens when I’ve had enough. You won’t enjoy it when you find out what I am able to do about it. Everyone enjoys pushing my buttons. They enjoy cracking jokes about my shortcomings and my failings. But when it’s time to own up to those decisions, they cannot face the consequences. Then, once again, they are the victim and I am the villain.”
All of a sudden a door came be heard as several paramedics bolt through the door and Jill appears to ready herself, breathing in deeply.
As she sees them coming she exclaims “Oh thank god! She fell down the stairs! I think she was distracted, she was on her phone! It was horrible!” The paramedic nods before continuing to examine Remington and beginning the process of checking her vitals.
“I’m so glad you got here so quickly.” Jill continued as she stared into Remington’s glossy eyes. “This could’ve been so much worse.”
