Post by Jill Park on Sept 12, 2022 19:01:06 GMT -5
Jill knew she was in an important meeting to follow up on the Remington debacle. New women were being interviewed by producers as well as herself, but she was completely zoned out. Following the mind games, not to mention the disgusting element Dandy DiVito employed them, all Jill could see was the image of her standing in the middle of the ring, embarrassed. All she could hear was the laughter and cheering of the audience, in the face of the most public humiliation of her entire career.
“Jill…what do you think?
Jill?
JILL?!”
The producer shrieked, just mere inches from her face. She snapped out of it, in the moment. She still didn’t answer, just offering him a puzzled look. She had no idea what he had even asked her opinion on.
Exasperated, he looked back at the interviewee.
“I’m sorry, Amber. We will have to reschedule this interview. Miss Park is going through a few things.”
They both nodded and stood, all while Jill was still in her own little world. They shook hands, and the young lady promptly left the room.
“What’s going on, Jill?” He asked, angrily.
“Nothing.” She said, passively, before catching herself.
“Nothing.” She repeated, with more confidence.
“There better not be.” He said emphatically. Jill rolled her eyes as he left.
Once he slammed the door behind him, she stood, walking over to a small mirror. She looked deep into her own eyes, but all she could see, still, was the rancid, disgusting slop. It’s all she could smell. Her lip quivered into a sneer.
“I’ll kill the motherfucker.”
The conference room was small, yet packed with reporters from various media outlets. There was a certain buzz; an electricity in the air as Jill Park sat in her seat behind a microphone. She sat Championship belts on the table, as well as her All-In briefcase. She made a point to show all three. Showing how far she’d come in such a short time. As the murmurs in the crowd of journalists ceased, Jill leaned towards the microphone. She wasn’t waiting on them any longer.
“I guess you fancy yourselves journalists.”
There were a few whispers among the crowd, but nothing audible. Jill continued.
“The same numbskull ‘journalists’ who said I wouldn’t make it here. That maybe I should stick to reality television. That I wouldn’t win Glory. That I wouldn’t become a Double Champion and win the BIGGEST Clash Main Event in the history of this company. That I wouldn’t win All-In.”
She paused, momentarily.
“And to our esteemed World Champion, who keeps being shown up week in, and week out:
I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. These people don’t show up to see you, they wanna see ME. I’ve been the one making waves, and winning EVERYTHING. You may be the Champion for now.
But I’m the draw.”
A journalist near the front row took this chance to get a question in, that was a little bit more relevant than Jill’s unhinged ramblings.
“Miss Park, what about your upcoming match against Karlie Nash, for the AW Women’s Championship?”
“Give me a fucking break. What about it?”
Jill dramatically shrugged her shoulders at the young lady, who seemed frozen in place.
“For the longest time, in Action Wrestling, I heard this stupid fucking rambling about how certain stars were trying to prop up women in Action Wrestling. How they weren’t respected. How they needed a role model. And it was always fucking bullshit. Just look at this week. ‘Queen of the Ring’. You can thank ME for bringing relevance back to the women on this roster. For bringing back a level of prestige.
I’ve been here the whole time. Everyone wants to look at me like I’m some sort of sociopath. They don’t wanna get too close to Jill Park. They wanna treat me like an outsider. There are certain people in this company that never wanted me to reach the heights that I have. But I’ll tell you, I’m fucking far from done.
So what has Karlie Nash done to get this shot? She won a number one contenders match. Bravo.
Karlie Nash has been in Action Wrestling for a long time, so why isn’t she a bigger star? She’s an afterthought on her own show. But, for one week, she’ll get a rub. And I don’t mean the pervy kind she flaunts on social media.
I’ll do for Karlie what I did for Alice.
For one week, and one week ONLY…people will actually give a shit about a Karlie Nash match. They will actually tune in. I will give Karlie Nash a MAIN EVENT match. But don’t get it twisted, Karlie. This is through no fucking effort on your part. You want a shot at my title? You want a shot at the GREATEST Women’s wrestler in Action Wrestling HISTORY? You fucking got it. You get to step into the ring with the Goldrush. You’ll dive headfirst into what is surely to be the biggest match of your life, without a doubt. No amount of self-doubt, misdirected sexual frustration, or self-deprecating comments will change that.
For one week, you can step out of the shadows of Action Wrestling. You can stop bitching about your own inadequacies and you can fucking fight.
And you better.
I’ll tell you the same thing I told Alice Gemini. You better bring your A game. You better bring the best god damn performance of your fucking LIFE. Because if you don’t?
I’ll fucking bury you.
Stepping into the ring with me will be the biggest accomplishment of your piss poor, pathetic career. One week where you can’t bitch about everything around you. You’ve been gifted this match against me. That in itself is the biggest prize you could ask for under the circumstances.
You get to tell all the washed up hags that you meet at the local divebar that you lost to the GREATEST. That you lost to Jill Park.
So you’re fucking welcome.”
“Jill…what do you think?
Jill?
JILL?!”
The producer shrieked, just mere inches from her face. She snapped out of it, in the moment. She still didn’t answer, just offering him a puzzled look. She had no idea what he had even asked her opinion on.
Exasperated, he looked back at the interviewee.
“I’m sorry, Amber. We will have to reschedule this interview. Miss Park is going through a few things.”
They both nodded and stood, all while Jill was still in her own little world. They shook hands, and the young lady promptly left the room.
“What’s going on, Jill?” He asked, angrily.
“Nothing.” She said, passively, before catching herself.
“Nothing.” She repeated, with more confidence.
“There better not be.” He said emphatically. Jill rolled her eyes as he left.
Once he slammed the door behind him, she stood, walking over to a small mirror. She looked deep into her own eyes, but all she could see, still, was the rancid, disgusting slop. It’s all she could smell. Her lip quivered into a sneer.
“I’ll kill the motherfucker.”
The conference room was small, yet packed with reporters from various media outlets. There was a certain buzz; an electricity in the air as Jill Park sat in her seat behind a microphone. She sat Championship belts on the table, as well as her All-In briefcase. She made a point to show all three. Showing how far she’d come in such a short time. As the murmurs in the crowd of journalists ceased, Jill leaned towards the microphone. She wasn’t waiting on them any longer.
“I guess you fancy yourselves journalists.”
There were a few whispers among the crowd, but nothing audible. Jill continued.
“The same numbskull ‘journalists’ who said I wouldn’t make it here. That maybe I should stick to reality television. That I wouldn’t win Glory. That I wouldn’t become a Double Champion and win the BIGGEST Clash Main Event in the history of this company. That I wouldn’t win All-In.”
She paused, momentarily.
“And to our esteemed World Champion, who keeps being shown up week in, and week out:
I don’t owe you a goddamn thing. These people don’t show up to see you, they wanna see ME. I’ve been the one making waves, and winning EVERYTHING. You may be the Champion for now.
But I’m the draw.”
A journalist near the front row took this chance to get a question in, that was a little bit more relevant than Jill’s unhinged ramblings.
“Miss Park, what about your upcoming match against Karlie Nash, for the AW Women’s Championship?”
“Give me a fucking break. What about it?”
Jill dramatically shrugged her shoulders at the young lady, who seemed frozen in place.
“For the longest time, in Action Wrestling, I heard this stupid fucking rambling about how certain stars were trying to prop up women in Action Wrestling. How they weren’t respected. How they needed a role model. And it was always fucking bullshit. Just look at this week. ‘Queen of the Ring’. You can thank ME for bringing relevance back to the women on this roster. For bringing back a level of prestige.
I’ve been here the whole time. Everyone wants to look at me like I’m some sort of sociopath. They don’t wanna get too close to Jill Park. They wanna treat me like an outsider. There are certain people in this company that never wanted me to reach the heights that I have. But I’ll tell you, I’m fucking far from done.
So what has Karlie Nash done to get this shot? She won a number one contenders match. Bravo.
Karlie Nash has been in Action Wrestling for a long time, so why isn’t she a bigger star? She’s an afterthought on her own show. But, for one week, she’ll get a rub. And I don’t mean the pervy kind she flaunts on social media.
I’ll do for Karlie what I did for Alice.
For one week, and one week ONLY…people will actually give a shit about a Karlie Nash match. They will actually tune in. I will give Karlie Nash a MAIN EVENT match. But don’t get it twisted, Karlie. This is through no fucking effort on your part. You want a shot at my title? You want a shot at the GREATEST Women’s wrestler in Action Wrestling HISTORY? You fucking got it. You get to step into the ring with the Goldrush. You’ll dive headfirst into what is surely to be the biggest match of your life, without a doubt. No amount of self-doubt, misdirected sexual frustration, or self-deprecating comments will change that.
For one week, you can step out of the shadows of Action Wrestling. You can stop bitching about your own inadequacies and you can fucking fight.
And you better.
I’ll tell you the same thing I told Alice Gemini. You better bring your A game. You better bring the best god damn performance of your fucking LIFE. Because if you don’t?
I’ll fucking bury you.
Stepping into the ring with me will be the biggest accomplishment of your piss poor, pathetic career. One week where you can’t bitch about everything around you. You’ve been gifted this match against me. That in itself is the biggest prize you could ask for under the circumstances.
You get to tell all the washed up hags that you meet at the local divebar that you lost to the GREATEST. That you lost to Jill Park.
So you’re fucking welcome.”
