Post by Jill Park on Nov 20, 2022 0:18:00 GMT -5
A view of the All-In briefcase. Dented on all sides, it was a wonder that the latches still worked well enough to open it. Not that Jill Park was in the habit of opening it. Everyone knew what it held, and none more than she did. A guaranteed shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, whenever she so desired.
In recent weeks, it became so much more than that. It was no longer just a promise. It wasn’t just a contract for the richest prize in Action Wrestling, if not the entire wrestling world. It wasn’t even just an indication of just how far Jill Park had risen since Turmoil 2021.
It had become a symbol. A symbol of rage. Of unadulterated violence.
“Why don’t you get a new case?” Queried Jake Paul. Both he and Jill Park stood on the deck of her Venice Beach home, looking out at a picturesque sunset, a pitcher of Margaritas sat on a table between them.
Pushing her dark bubble sunglasses up onto her forehead, she glared at Jake. It’s a look he was accustomed to seeing, usually followed by “For fucksakes, Jake.”. This time was different however. After a second or two, Jill’s look softened. She flashed him a smile. Ironically, this made him more uncomfortable than if she would have been angry or upset at him.
“Why would I get a new one?” She asked, taking a moment to drink the rest of the Margarita that was in her glass. She shut her eyes briefly, savoring every drop of alcohol. She then set down the glass and picked up the briefcase from the railing. “This one is perfect.”
“Perfect?” Jake questioned.
“Yeah.” Jill replied softly. She was no longer looking at Jake, though. Her gaze was affixed to the dented and mangled briefcase.
“Did you see what I did with this briefcase, Jake?”
There is a long, uncomfortable silence. Jake looked away briefly, before returning his gaze. It was still written all over his face. He was uncomfortable. Good.
“Yeah.” He murmured.
“I’m sure you did. But…did you understand?”
“I mean yeah. He wronged you. He screwed you out of a win. You were giving him a receipt.”
Jill peered away again, staring into the dented metal of the briefcase, and seeing her demented reflection inside it’s curves. “Mmm.” She cooed.
“You don’t understand. It may seem like that, on the surface. That Dandy DiVito has tried to humiliate me at every turn. He’s tried to embarrass me at every opportunity. But that’s merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Action Wrestling.
Dandy DiVito is a symptom of the larger problem.
Guys like DiVito, the status quo as it were…they don’t want to see me succeed. They don’t want to accept me as the present day star, nor as the future of the company; of the industry. They’ve tried to hold me back. Keep me under the glass ceiling. The problem is, I’ve pressed on through. People look at me like I’m psychotic. Like any setback will cause me to have a total mental breakdown. That my rage has no end, and most importantly, that that fact is my supposed great weakness.
Maybe, just maybe, that was true a year ago.”
“But what’s that mean for this week? You’re defending the United States Championship against Odin, right?”
Jill took a moment to pour herself a new drink. She was surprised Jake even knew that.
“Yeah.” She answered, simply.
“Isn’t worrying about DiVito so much a mistake then?”
Jill grinned. It was, after all, a good question.
“Maybe, in some ways, it normally would be. But it’s Odin Balfore.
And he’s the same type of fucking halfwit that Dandy DiVito is.”
“Here we are again, Odin.
In my first couple months here, I was thrown to the wolves. I found myself across the ring from the supposed great, Odin Balfore. The former World Champion. The legend. You name the narrative, it crossed my mind. I wasn’t expected to be much more than fodder. You were gearing up to go deep into Havoc. I was a rookie; an afterthought. It should have been a slaughtering.
But it wasn’t. Some way, somehow, I won.
Fast-forward to this year. The fourth of July. The Glory tournament. I find you in my path yet again. I needed to go through you to get to the United States Championship, and that’s exactly what I fucking did. I put down the giant for a second time.
It’s no different than what I’ve been doing since DAY ONE. Shattering expectations. Changing narratives. Shifting paradigms. As much as the roster hates me, as much as the fans loathe me…they can’t deny it. I’ve done everything I’ve said I would. I’ve beaten Champions. I’ve crushed legends.
I’m still just getting started.
And well…it’s kind of funny, isn’t it. My career is just heating up, meanwhile, yours has one foot in the grave. You’ve been trying to bank on this career resurgence to get everyone to buy into your bullshit.
That’s precisely what spews out of your mouth like a fire hose connected to a septic tank.
If there was ever a personification of toxic masculinity it would be Odin Balfore. The fact is, I realize that you know this, Odin. Hell, you practically wear it as a badge of honor. I’m here to tell you that it isn’t. I’m not gonna stand here and say I’m a role model. I’ve never claimed to be one, and I damn sure am not about to start.
However.
I know you’ve overlooked me, ever since I stepped foot into this company. I’ve beaten you twice, and you still can’t accept it. I know you won’t. Your gigantic ego could never allow you to. It can’t allow you to process anything but your own victories. Which these days are few and far between.
But you’ll forget all that, won’t you? You’ll prattle on like a crazed conspiracy theorist who spends their afternoons watching Joe Rogan and Jordan Peterson all day. I will say that you sure fill out an aesthetic. Incel chic, if you will.
At the end of the day though, you will have something to be legitimately upset about, when I make it three in a row against you. When I once again show why this is my year. When I once again prove why I am THE DRAW of Action Wrestling. Why I am a double Champion. Why I hold the All-In briefcase. Why I am the #MainAttraction.
You can hate it. You can be offended by it. Everyone else is, but it doesn’t matter.
I’ll still win in the end, and all you’ll have is the memory and a story to tell.
About the time you shared a ring with the great, with the iconic, Jill Park.”
As Jill entered through the patio door, Jake’s right arm hooked around her, she seemed content. A rare sight, for obvious reasons. “High strung” couldn’t even begin to explain it.
“Hey, Jill!”
And there it was. The voice boomed from the other side of the room, as Caylee Park walked with purpose towards the couple. Jill quickly pushed away from Jake as her sister approached. Caylee seemed happy to see her and Jill…well Jill did not. She was seeing red. Before she lost her temper, Jill noticed three young ladies following Caylee. Jill, unfortunately, was pretty certain she knew what this was all about.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jill commented, the exasperation clearly evident in her voice. She further stepped away from Jake who kind of slinked into the background. Caylee didn’t back down, not that Jill had any expectations that she would. Instead, the two Park sisters came face to face. It was an odd moment, with Jill on the verge of a freakout, but Caylee…Caylee smiled.
And it seemed genuine. That confused Jill most of all.
“Allow me to introduce you to your three newest co-stars…”
Jill was quick to cut her off. “What the fuck?” She snarled. Caylee’s bright smile faded, but just a little bit.
“Didn’t you know?”
Jill grew frustrated with the question.
“Don’t fucking do that. Knew fucking what?!” Caylee knew exactly how to push her older sister’s buttons. She smiled again.
“I’m here to help, silly! I was hired to help bump the ratings. You know, the producers are always on you for that. But it shouldn’t all fall on your shoulders.”
That last comment seemed to defuse Jill enough so that she took a step back. She was listening, at least.
“I guess that’s true.” She agreed with her sister. It just felt wrong. Jill still seems to be untrusting of her sister in spite of her sister’s welcoming tone and friendly words.
“Of course it is!” Caylee beamed. “Which is why it really upset me when on my first day, I found out they were troubling you with casting. I mean, why do you need to be bothered with that? You’re Jill Park after all!”
Caylee continued to smile. Jill had her suspicions that Caylee was still one-hundred-percent full of shit, but the flattery works. Jill smiled too.
“Anyways.” Caylee continued. “I was given the task of beefing up the cast, just a little bit. These three ladies are Braxton, Amelia, and Olivia.”[/color]
The three ladies stepped forward. Not one of them dared to say a word to Jill, as her reputation certainly preceded her. Caylee quickly noticed this. “Okay, ladies. There’s still a lot of paperwork to be done and you still need to be settled in. Why don’t you get to it?” Soft, yet firm, Caylee instructed the newbies. They quickly waved goodbye to Jill and were on their way. Caylee again turned to Jill with a smile.
“Seriously, Caylee. You can cut this whole damn charade.”
Caylee eyed Jill with a look of confusion. [color=red“I really don’t know what you mean.”[/color]
“Oh my god. This is why we never got along. It is so fucking obvious what you’re up to, Caylee. The only real question is how you managed to get the job in the first place. But you know what? I really don’t care how. I don’t give a single fucking shit how or why. It’s already done, and both you and those shitheel producers ambushed me with it. Just like you ambushed me right now.”
“Jill, I really think you’re reading too much into things. I think you might be overreacting just a bit. When was the last time you met with Doctor Sheppard?”
This time around, the condescension was thinly veiled. Caylee practically slapped her sister across the face with it.
“Fuck. You.” And just like that, they were in each other’s face. The more things change, the more they stay the same. JIll stepped closer to Caylee, and the younger sister wasn’t backing down at all.
“There’s one thing you need to realize, Caylee. You and everyone else. I AM THE STAR. I have ALWAYS been the star and I ALWAYS WILL be the star! You couldn’t fucking handle the spotlight before, so you disappeared, so how about I fucking fill you in on a couple of things. I am the only goddamn reason this show even still exists. I am a star fuckiing everywhere I go. I have professional wrestlers WISHING they were me. Getting crazed about reality shows, when I live it, every fucking day. I hold TWO Championships WHILE putting out fires in my personal and professional life daily. I’ve dealt with these scumbag ‘actresses’ coming into MY home. LITERALLY MY HOME and telling me how to act. Telling me their gonna be THE ONE to put me out on my ass. Telling me that they’re gonna SHOW ME how it is. It’s no fuckin’ different then when I got these slimy, scummy, fuckin halfwits on national television tell me how their gonna cave my brains in and make me scream, or whatever else fucking dumbass things they can come up with to get famous OFF MY NAME one more time. It’s the exact same fucking story, Caylee. And if you can’t see that, then you’re just fucking STUPID.”
“Wow.” Was all Caylee could muster. Jill was now SEETHING and breathing heavily. She threw her hand in Caylee’s face before she said anything else.
“Nah, shut up Caylee. Shut the fuck up. I know you’re here to sabotage because fucking of course you are. The question is how. Is it those three misfits you trot in just a moment ago? Maybe. Maybe it’s something else. I’ll figure it out.
Like I said: I’M the fucking star here, not you. Not any of these two bit actresses or whatever the fuck they wanna be called. They wanna step into my world? It’s the same as in the fuckin’ ring. They better be prepared to be put the fuck down.”
“Jesus Christ, Jill. What the hell happened to you?”
“I woke the fuck up, that’s what happened to me. I proved to the entire world who I am and why I’m the star of the fucking show. Whether it’s a reality show or a wrestling company. I am the top dog. I am the draw. I am the fucking reason people tune in. That ain’t gonna change because you’re suddenly back. So fucking spare me if I don’t welcome you back with open arms. Congratulations, you survived a car accident. You can now walk again.
Now fuck off.”
“You know what? Hmm.” Caylee looked absolutely IRATE and with good reason. Jill never pretended to be anything less than terrible, but it was not on full display. Caylee looked like she may lunge at her and start an a brawl. She quickly stopped herself. She composed herself and a very tense silence followed for several minutes. Jill began to walk past her when Caylee stopped her dead in her tracks with her next words.
“Remington.”
“I know what you fucking did.”
“Everyone wants a piece of Jill Park.
So, congratulations to Odin Balfore on winning his shot at me and my United States Champion. Since Glory, I’ve held this title high. I’ve elevated this title with each and every match I enter as Champion. I’ve sat down every challenger that’s come my way. Do you think this will be any different?
Really, Odin. Do you?
What do you want me to say? I’m going to win? I already have. What nobody wants to touch, what nobody wants to ADMIT is that Jill Park is on another plane of greatness. Y’all wanna talk about Turmoil. You wanna talk about Wrestler of the Year. I’ve proven all year, that I’m right there. Whoever emerges from that tournament gets a shot at the World Championship.
But they ain’t gonna be a winner. Because at the end of the day, whoever emerges from Turmoil, from the Season Premiere? They’re staring down the barrel. They’re standing in my way. A death sentence.
But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Odin, you’ll always play the same game. I’ve seen it twice now, and you have not adapted. You’ve committed to the schtick. You’re the big GIANT. The GOD that has ascended to his throne. Ol’ Dirty? Is that what you like to be called? Well, I guess that is fitting. You are, afterall, an unwashed, unkempt, dirty old man. Just listening to you talk for more than five seconds could lower anyone’s intelligence quotient. Your mere presence has been known to dry out women for miles.
You want to achieve the same level of greatness you believe you had in yesteryear. Here’s a spoiler alert: you won’t.
Want me to prove I’m better than you? I already have. You may think that I’ll be staring down a God when I step into the ring with you on Clash. When in reality? All I will see is a broken man. A man that was perhaps once great, but one that time has passed by. And in his rickety, demented psyche, believes he has reached another plane.
The truth is, that’s what I’ve done. I've ascended to heights you could only dream. The kind of thing that you make claim to.
But you’re no God, Odin.
You’re simply an old battered man, with a god complex.
Maybe, just maybe, when I smash your dreams one more time, you’ll click into reality.
Maybe you’ll realize what I’ve been saying all along. Maybe you’ll have a fond memory to tell the grandkids if you have any functioning brain cells left by then.
The time you were beaten(again) by THE DRAW. By THE Jill Park.
I aim to please.”
“It’s fucking bullshit. ‘I know what you did’?! Bitch, you don’t know jack-fucking-shit. She wants to come in here, fucking screw with MY LIFE. What I built from the ground up. For what? Some revenge for child trauma or some bullshit?”
Jill Park is still seething over the interaction she had with her younger sister earlier in the day. It’s now well into the night, and she may be just a tad bit drunk. As she paces back and forth with a beer can in her right hand, she continues murmuring more things to herself.
“I understand.” Then came the voice of Regan Voorhees. As Jill turns to face her again, we notice her presence. She’s leaning on the rail looking at her distraught tag team partner, a glass of whiskey in hand.
“Do you, though? Not only do I have to worry about Odin Balfore, or Dandy DiVito, or any of that shit, but I have to fucking worry about my backstabbing sister plotting my destruction.”
Jill brought the can to her lips, emptying its remaining contents quickly, before crushing it and tossing it onto the deck. Regan nodded.
“Well…” She began, before also finishing her drink. “You got rid of her before, right?”
A smile crept its way onto Jill’s face. It was just a tad bit sadistic.
“Yes I have.”
In recent weeks, it became so much more than that. It was no longer just a promise. It wasn’t just a contract for the richest prize in Action Wrestling, if not the entire wrestling world. It wasn’t even just an indication of just how far Jill Park had risen since Turmoil 2021.
It had become a symbol. A symbol of rage. Of unadulterated violence.
“Why don’t you get a new case?” Queried Jake Paul. Both he and Jill Park stood on the deck of her Venice Beach home, looking out at a picturesque sunset, a pitcher of Margaritas sat on a table between them.
Pushing her dark bubble sunglasses up onto her forehead, she glared at Jake. It’s a look he was accustomed to seeing, usually followed by “For fucksakes, Jake.”. This time was different however. After a second or two, Jill’s look softened. She flashed him a smile. Ironically, this made him more uncomfortable than if she would have been angry or upset at him.
“Why would I get a new one?” She asked, taking a moment to drink the rest of the Margarita that was in her glass. She shut her eyes briefly, savoring every drop of alcohol. She then set down the glass and picked up the briefcase from the railing. “This one is perfect.”
“Perfect?” Jake questioned.
“Yeah.” Jill replied softly. She was no longer looking at Jake, though. Her gaze was affixed to the dented and mangled briefcase.
“Did you see what I did with this briefcase, Jake?”
There is a long, uncomfortable silence. Jake looked away briefly, before returning his gaze. It was still written all over his face. He was uncomfortable. Good.
“Yeah.” He murmured.
“I’m sure you did. But…did you understand?”
“I mean yeah. He wronged you. He screwed you out of a win. You were giving him a receipt.”
Jill peered away again, staring into the dented metal of the briefcase, and seeing her demented reflection inside it’s curves. “Mmm.” She cooed.
“You don’t understand. It may seem like that, on the surface. That Dandy DiVito has tried to humiliate me at every turn. He’s tried to embarrass me at every opportunity. But that’s merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Action Wrestling.
Dandy DiVito is a symptom of the larger problem.
Guys like DiVito, the status quo as it were…they don’t want to see me succeed. They don’t want to accept me as the present day star, nor as the future of the company; of the industry. They’ve tried to hold me back. Keep me under the glass ceiling. The problem is, I’ve pressed on through. People look at me like I’m psychotic. Like any setback will cause me to have a total mental breakdown. That my rage has no end, and most importantly, that that fact is my supposed great weakness.
Maybe, just maybe, that was true a year ago.”
“But what’s that mean for this week? You’re defending the United States Championship against Odin, right?”
Jill took a moment to pour herself a new drink. She was surprised Jake even knew that.
“Yeah.” She answered, simply.
“Isn’t worrying about DiVito so much a mistake then?”
Jill grinned. It was, after all, a good question.
“Maybe, in some ways, it normally would be. But it’s Odin Balfore.
And he’s the same type of fucking halfwit that Dandy DiVito is.”
“Here we are again, Odin.
In my first couple months here, I was thrown to the wolves. I found myself across the ring from the supposed great, Odin Balfore. The former World Champion. The legend. You name the narrative, it crossed my mind. I wasn’t expected to be much more than fodder. You were gearing up to go deep into Havoc. I was a rookie; an afterthought. It should have been a slaughtering.
But it wasn’t. Some way, somehow, I won.
Fast-forward to this year. The fourth of July. The Glory tournament. I find you in my path yet again. I needed to go through you to get to the United States Championship, and that’s exactly what I fucking did. I put down the giant for a second time.
It’s no different than what I’ve been doing since DAY ONE. Shattering expectations. Changing narratives. Shifting paradigms. As much as the roster hates me, as much as the fans loathe me…they can’t deny it. I’ve done everything I’ve said I would. I’ve beaten Champions. I’ve crushed legends.
I’m still just getting started.
And well…it’s kind of funny, isn’t it. My career is just heating up, meanwhile, yours has one foot in the grave. You’ve been trying to bank on this career resurgence to get everyone to buy into your bullshit.
That’s precisely what spews out of your mouth like a fire hose connected to a septic tank.
If there was ever a personification of toxic masculinity it would be Odin Balfore. The fact is, I realize that you know this, Odin. Hell, you practically wear it as a badge of honor. I’m here to tell you that it isn’t. I’m not gonna stand here and say I’m a role model. I’ve never claimed to be one, and I damn sure am not about to start.
However.
I know you’ve overlooked me, ever since I stepped foot into this company. I’ve beaten you twice, and you still can’t accept it. I know you won’t. Your gigantic ego could never allow you to. It can’t allow you to process anything but your own victories. Which these days are few and far between.
But you’ll forget all that, won’t you? You’ll prattle on like a crazed conspiracy theorist who spends their afternoons watching Joe Rogan and Jordan Peterson all day. I will say that you sure fill out an aesthetic. Incel chic, if you will.
At the end of the day though, you will have something to be legitimately upset about, when I make it three in a row against you. When I once again show why this is my year. When I once again prove why I am THE DRAW of Action Wrestling. Why I am a double Champion. Why I hold the All-In briefcase. Why I am the #MainAttraction.
You can hate it. You can be offended by it. Everyone else is, but it doesn’t matter.
I’ll still win in the end, and all you’ll have is the memory and a story to tell.
About the time you shared a ring with the great, with the iconic, Jill Park.”
As Jill entered through the patio door, Jake’s right arm hooked around her, she seemed content. A rare sight, for obvious reasons. “High strung” couldn’t even begin to explain it.
“Hey, Jill!”
And there it was. The voice boomed from the other side of the room, as Caylee Park walked with purpose towards the couple. Jill quickly pushed away from Jake as her sister approached. Caylee seemed happy to see her and Jill…well Jill did not. She was seeing red. Before she lost her temper, Jill noticed three young ladies following Caylee. Jill, unfortunately, was pretty certain she knew what this was all about.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jill commented, the exasperation clearly evident in her voice. She further stepped away from Jake who kind of slinked into the background. Caylee didn’t back down, not that Jill had any expectations that she would. Instead, the two Park sisters came face to face. It was an odd moment, with Jill on the verge of a freakout, but Caylee…Caylee smiled.
And it seemed genuine. That confused Jill most of all.
“Allow me to introduce you to your three newest co-stars…”
Jill was quick to cut her off. “What the fuck?” She snarled. Caylee’s bright smile faded, but just a little bit.
“Didn’t you know?”
Jill grew frustrated with the question.
“Don’t fucking do that. Knew fucking what?!” Caylee knew exactly how to push her older sister’s buttons. She smiled again.
“I’m here to help, silly! I was hired to help bump the ratings. You know, the producers are always on you for that. But it shouldn’t all fall on your shoulders.”
That last comment seemed to defuse Jill enough so that she took a step back. She was listening, at least.
“I guess that’s true.” She agreed with her sister. It just felt wrong. Jill still seems to be untrusting of her sister in spite of her sister’s welcoming tone and friendly words.
“Of course it is!” Caylee beamed. “Which is why it really upset me when on my first day, I found out they were troubling you with casting. I mean, why do you need to be bothered with that? You’re Jill Park after all!”
Caylee continued to smile. Jill had her suspicions that Caylee was still one-hundred-percent full of shit, but the flattery works. Jill smiled too.
“Anyways.” Caylee continued. “I was given the task of beefing up the cast, just a little bit. These three ladies are Braxton, Amelia, and Olivia.”[/color]
The three ladies stepped forward. Not one of them dared to say a word to Jill, as her reputation certainly preceded her. Caylee quickly noticed this. “Okay, ladies. There’s still a lot of paperwork to be done and you still need to be settled in. Why don’t you get to it?” Soft, yet firm, Caylee instructed the newbies. They quickly waved goodbye to Jill and were on their way. Caylee again turned to Jill with a smile.
“Seriously, Caylee. You can cut this whole damn charade.”
Caylee eyed Jill with a look of confusion. [color=red“I really don’t know what you mean.”[/color]
“Oh my god. This is why we never got along. It is so fucking obvious what you’re up to, Caylee. The only real question is how you managed to get the job in the first place. But you know what? I really don’t care how. I don’t give a single fucking shit how or why. It’s already done, and both you and those shitheel producers ambushed me with it. Just like you ambushed me right now.”
“Jill, I really think you’re reading too much into things. I think you might be overreacting just a bit. When was the last time you met with Doctor Sheppard?”
This time around, the condescension was thinly veiled. Caylee practically slapped her sister across the face with it.
“Fuck. You.” And just like that, they were in each other’s face. The more things change, the more they stay the same. JIll stepped closer to Caylee, and the younger sister wasn’t backing down at all.
“There’s one thing you need to realize, Caylee. You and everyone else. I AM THE STAR. I have ALWAYS been the star and I ALWAYS WILL be the star! You couldn’t fucking handle the spotlight before, so you disappeared, so how about I fucking fill you in on a couple of things. I am the only goddamn reason this show even still exists. I am a star fuckiing everywhere I go. I have professional wrestlers WISHING they were me. Getting crazed about reality shows, when I live it, every fucking day. I hold TWO Championships WHILE putting out fires in my personal and professional life daily. I’ve dealt with these scumbag ‘actresses’ coming into MY home. LITERALLY MY HOME and telling me how to act. Telling me their gonna be THE ONE to put me out on my ass. Telling me that they’re gonna SHOW ME how it is. It’s no fuckin’ different then when I got these slimy, scummy, fuckin halfwits on national television tell me how their gonna cave my brains in and make me scream, or whatever else fucking dumbass things they can come up with to get famous OFF MY NAME one more time. It’s the exact same fucking story, Caylee. And if you can’t see that, then you’re just fucking STUPID.”
“Wow.” Was all Caylee could muster. Jill was now SEETHING and breathing heavily. She threw her hand in Caylee’s face before she said anything else.
“Nah, shut up Caylee. Shut the fuck up. I know you’re here to sabotage because fucking of course you are. The question is how. Is it those three misfits you trot in just a moment ago? Maybe. Maybe it’s something else. I’ll figure it out.
Like I said: I’M the fucking star here, not you. Not any of these two bit actresses or whatever the fuck they wanna be called. They wanna step into my world? It’s the same as in the fuckin’ ring. They better be prepared to be put the fuck down.”
“Jesus Christ, Jill. What the hell happened to you?”
“I woke the fuck up, that’s what happened to me. I proved to the entire world who I am and why I’m the star of the fucking show. Whether it’s a reality show or a wrestling company. I am the top dog. I am the draw. I am the fucking reason people tune in. That ain’t gonna change because you’re suddenly back. So fucking spare me if I don’t welcome you back with open arms. Congratulations, you survived a car accident. You can now walk again.
Now fuck off.”
“You know what? Hmm.” Caylee looked absolutely IRATE and with good reason. Jill never pretended to be anything less than terrible, but it was not on full display. Caylee looked like she may lunge at her and start an a brawl. She quickly stopped herself. She composed herself and a very tense silence followed for several minutes. Jill began to walk past her when Caylee stopped her dead in her tracks with her next words.
“Remington.”
“I know what you fucking did.”
“Everyone wants a piece of Jill Park.
So, congratulations to Odin Balfore on winning his shot at me and my United States Champion. Since Glory, I’ve held this title high. I’ve elevated this title with each and every match I enter as Champion. I’ve sat down every challenger that’s come my way. Do you think this will be any different?
Really, Odin. Do you?
What do you want me to say? I’m going to win? I already have. What nobody wants to touch, what nobody wants to ADMIT is that Jill Park is on another plane of greatness. Y’all wanna talk about Turmoil. You wanna talk about Wrestler of the Year. I’ve proven all year, that I’m right there. Whoever emerges from that tournament gets a shot at the World Championship.
But they ain’t gonna be a winner. Because at the end of the day, whoever emerges from Turmoil, from the Season Premiere? They’re staring down the barrel. They’re standing in my way. A death sentence.
But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Odin, you’ll always play the same game. I’ve seen it twice now, and you have not adapted. You’ve committed to the schtick. You’re the big GIANT. The GOD that has ascended to his throne. Ol’ Dirty? Is that what you like to be called? Well, I guess that is fitting. You are, afterall, an unwashed, unkempt, dirty old man. Just listening to you talk for more than five seconds could lower anyone’s intelligence quotient. Your mere presence has been known to dry out women for miles.
You want to achieve the same level of greatness you believe you had in yesteryear. Here’s a spoiler alert: you won’t.
Want me to prove I’m better than you? I already have. You may think that I’ll be staring down a God when I step into the ring with you on Clash. When in reality? All I will see is a broken man. A man that was perhaps once great, but one that time has passed by. And in his rickety, demented psyche, believes he has reached another plane.
The truth is, that’s what I’ve done. I've ascended to heights you could only dream. The kind of thing that you make claim to.
But you’re no God, Odin.
You’re simply an old battered man, with a god complex.
Maybe, just maybe, when I smash your dreams one more time, you’ll click into reality.
Maybe you’ll realize what I’ve been saying all along. Maybe you’ll have a fond memory to tell the grandkids if you have any functioning brain cells left by then.
The time you were beaten(again) by THE DRAW. By THE Jill Park.
I aim to please.”
“It’s fucking bullshit. ‘I know what you did’?! Bitch, you don’t know jack-fucking-shit. She wants to come in here, fucking screw with MY LIFE. What I built from the ground up. For what? Some revenge for child trauma or some bullshit?”
Jill Park is still seething over the interaction she had with her younger sister earlier in the day. It’s now well into the night, and she may be just a tad bit drunk. As she paces back and forth with a beer can in her right hand, she continues murmuring more things to herself.
“I understand.” Then came the voice of Regan Voorhees. As Jill turns to face her again, we notice her presence. She’s leaning on the rail looking at her distraught tag team partner, a glass of whiskey in hand.
“Do you, though? Not only do I have to worry about Odin Balfore, or Dandy DiVito, or any of that shit, but I have to fucking worry about my backstabbing sister plotting my destruction.”
Jill brought the can to her lips, emptying its remaining contents quickly, before crushing it and tossing it onto the deck. Regan nodded.
“Well…” She began, before also finishing her drink. “You got rid of her before, right?”
A smile crept its way onto Jill’s face. It was just a tad bit sadistic.
“Yes I have.”
