Post by Jill Park on Nov 27, 2022 13:09:14 GMT -5
“December 5th, 2021.
It’s a night that has never left my mind. A night that fundamentally changed who I am. I’m sure many of you find that hard to believe. I’ve always been a pariah. I’ve always felt like I was on the outside, looking in. An outsider. A loner.
I came into this company, with little fanfare. Nobody knew who I was, and nobody cared, either.
That is, until I made them care. Until I showed up, and showed out. Until I became undeniable.
I was given a shot. An opportunity at the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. The big one. I would be thrust into the title picture, along side 3 of the best competitors Action Wrestling had ever seen. Kyle Kemp, Carter Shaw, and Dandy DiVito.
After less than a year, I had a chance to do the unthinkable. I had a chance to reach the pinnacle. The World title was always the end game.
On that night, I made the Champion at the time, Kyle Kemp, tap out. The fallout from just that moment changed the landscape of Action Wrestling for months to come. Then, I would pin Carter Shaw. A man that absolutely SHINED in 2021. The crowd was shocked. I was shocked. I was on the cusp of becoming great; becoming legendary. In one night, I could shed the narrative that I could never ‘win the big one’. Only Dandy DiVito stood in my way.
We battled. We fought tooth and nail. Then, finally…I had him. His arms were hooked, and he had nowhere to go. I knew I had it. I was going to win the World Heavyweight Championship. I took a look around, admiring all the flashing cameras and the fans were going insane. This was my moment.
That moment cost me dearly.
You all know what happened next. Richard DiVito sucker-punched me in the side of the head. A few moments later, I was left staring up at the lights left wondering where it all went wrong.
I’ve spent nearly an entire year trying to figure that out myself. Despite nearly winning Havoc. Despite winning the United States Championship. Despite winning the Women’s Championship. Despite all of the defenses of both of those titles. Despite absolutely everything, I still vividly remember my biggest, most catastrophic failure.
Not, only that, but I watched Dandy DiVito. For nearly nine months, I watched as Dandy DiVito reigned over Action Wrestling as World Champion. I looked on as he snuck past every single challenge. How he always found a way; always had a backup plan. Possibly the most reviled character that has made his way through the halls of Action Wrestling, reigned supreme as World Heavyweight Champion.
It made me sick. Not because of his tactics or the fact that, seemingly nobody could solve him. It wasn’t that he seemed unbeatable or that he slowly crept his way towards one of the longest reigns ever. It wasn’t any of that at all. It was because I knew. I knew the entire time that I was the last person that could have stopped it. I had Dandy DiVito dead to rights. I had him beaten. But I took my eye of the ball. I hesitated. I got sucked into the moment, and I paid dearly.
Was it a rookie mistake? Maybe it was. Was that the reason that birthed Affluenza? Maybe. But it was, without a doubt, the most humiliating, most embarrassing failure in my entire professional career. I haven’t been shy about that. In fact, I’ve stated that fact multiple times. I want it to be known. I’m sure Dandy DiVito takes great pride in holding that distinction. But I don’t say it for him. I don’t say it for my critics or for the cameras. I say it for me.
I let it be known. I am fully aware that I dropped the ball on that night. I am fully aware that it changed everything. Not just for me personally, but for the entirety of Action Wrestling. But, most of all, I say it because I finally get the chance to avenge what happened to me almost one year ago. I say it because finally, I will stand across the ring from Dandy DiVito.
The only difference is that this time, there are no rules. Many people would choose to believe that would be advantageous to Dandy DiVito. After all, he is the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a human cockroach. He survives. Every obstacle, every situation he finds himself in, he somehow finds his way out. I’ve watched it closely over the course of this year.
This is one situation he won’t scatter away from. This won’t be another trap for him to escape. At Turmoil, Dandy DiVito doesn’t just stand across the ring from Jill Park.
He comes face to face with his exterminator.
It’s not just my ultimate revenge, Dandy.
It’s your day of reckoning.
And it’s been a long time coming.”
“It’s reckless, it’s short-sighted, and most of all…it’s incredibly dangerous. It’s potentially the end of the show as we fucking know it.” Donning a navy blue pantsuit, standing at a podium, Caylee Park addresses several producers and other notable personnel in a closed-door meeting.
“My sister is a wonderful human being. She is passionate and she knows who she is as a person. She has flaws, and they are worn on her sleeve. She does not try to be fake to get ahead. We both learned a long time ago that there was no point in that. My sister shows the entire world who she is, every single time she’s in front of a camera, or in front of a live crowd. Alot of people might take issue with who she is, fundamentally…but it’s real; it’s on the surface.
Unfortunately, that same passion that has given her success in two fields simultaneously, well…that passion may very well get her very, very hurt. As many of you know, she is entering into a show this weekend named Turmoil, presented by Action Wrestling. For a long time, we’ve really never seen eye to eye on her wrestling career. I, like many of you here, have questioned it; questioned her about the instability of her well being. She endures a serious injury in the name of pro wrestling, and it just doesn’t damage her. It doesn’t just damage her wrestling career, but also her television career. Not just hers, in fact, but everyone who is involved with License to Jill. That is not a responsibility that should be taken lightly. Yet, here we are today. I shouldn’t have to come before you to try and save my sister from herself.
But I will.
Jill Park is a passionate and barrier- breaking woman. But at the end of the day, she is in over her head. She is headed into a wrestling match that Action Wrestling will not sanction. Not only that, but the entire thing was her idea. For those of you not in the loop, that essentially means that there are no rules. Jill could be maimed. She could be destroyed. If allowed to continue on with this match, there is no telling what the repercussions could be, moving forward.
Jill Park must be saved from herself. She must be barred from this match.”
Caylee slams her fist onto the podium for emphasis. There are no applause. Really, there is no reaction at all. It’s an eerie silence, until an older gentleman wearily stands from his seat, near the back of the room.
“Miss Park, we understand your stance completely. In truth, we have been well aware of the…complications that working with Jill Park could cause, from the very beginning of our business relationship with her. We’ve looked into this matter, and unfortunately, there is just nothing that we can do at this juncture, but hope for the best.”
Caylee looks aghast at the podium. She steps away from it and walks closer to the man. Of course, there is a small crowd so she can’t get as close as she desires.
“Hope for the best? Are you kidding me? My sister could be MAULED and you’re just going to sit by and watch? Watch as this entire SHOW could go up in flames? Before your very eyes?”
He looks conflicted. He slowly nods.
“Again, we have looked into this matter. We’ve done our due diligence regarding this upcoming match involving Miss Park. The fact of the matter is, despite it being ‘unsanctioned’ it still is advertised. Any efforts on our part to try and pull Miss Park from the event would likely be met with swift and costly consequences that this network is simply not willing to endure at this juncture.”
“You’re serious?” Again, Caylee was met with silence. It was unanimous. She was on an island. Whether this was genuine concern or a conceited effort to undermine her sister, it was clear it wasn’t going to work.
“Your passion has not gone unnoticed. You may been brought in under a consulting role, but there is talk of tracking you to producer.”
Caylee didn’t say another word. She instead, stormed out of the room.
“What do you people want now? Haven’t you done enough to me already?”
Remington Serroul callously accused as she spoke through the small crack in her doorway. She held the door tightly, not wishing for anyone to see the inside of her home. Standing on her doorstep, unannounced, was Caylee Park.
“Do you know who I am, Miss Serroul?”
“I know you’re from License to Jill, which is about as much as I care to know.”
“I am. But, I am also Jill Park’s sister.”
The door slammed shut quickly. Caylee sighs. She stepped up closer to the door and knocked again. Not surprisingly, Remington refused to open the door a second time.
“Oh come on, Remington. It’s not like you think! I know how she is! She’s a terrible human being! Trust me, I’ve dealt with it for my entire life! She faked a car accident to get me out of the way last time! I know how she is! She needs to be stopped!”
Caylee pauses, but nothing. No voice from the other side of the door. No creak of the door.
“I know something happened on set that made you this untrusting. I know Jill did something heinous, and I know the network did everything in their power to cover it up. Trust me, I know.”
After a long and tense silence, the unlocked of the door can be heard, and the door slowly opens. Remington stands in the doorway, in a tattered robe. She looks as though she hasn’t ventured into the light for months, and perhaps she hasn’t.
“Come in…” She says, with a sigh. She sounds completely, and utterly defeated.
“A secret fucking meeting?!” Jill Park’s shrieking voice echoes throughout the kitchen. Caylee turns from the smoothie she was blending with a nonchalant look to her older sister, as she made a beeline for her. Caylee never did give any indication she feared Jill in any capacity, and this appears no different.
“Smoothie?” She offers, with a smile.
“Don’t play fucking stupid with me, Caylee.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Secret meeting?”
“Yeah, I bet you don’t. I bet you don’t have a fucking clue about trying to CANCEL MY MATCH AT TURMOIL?”
Caylee sighs. “Jill, I have your best interest in mind. You could damage not just one, but both of your careers in a single night. We got off on the wrong foot, truly. I’m sure we both said some things we didn’t mean.”
“I never say things I don’t mean. There’s something you need to realize, Caylee.”
“Oh really?”
Jill stares daggers into her sister. Her hands ball into fists for a moment, before she loosens her grip.
“Yeah, there is. And it’s the same thing that you’ve needed to make peace for, for your entire life. Despite the fact that all of my so-called fans bitch, and whine and moan…no matter how many memes they share about wishing I would just go away, they all tune in. They boo and hiss and scream shit at me when I step through the curtain. You can call it hatred, or jealousy, or whatever the fuck you want. But, the fact of the matter is, I am the fucking star. I am the draw of Action Wrestling. You might think that’s got jack fucking shit to do with License to Jill and MTV, and you’d be fucking wrong, as usual. I keep the lights on in this place. I am the reason it even fucking exists at all. So you can take your bullshit apology, or whatever the fuck you wanna frame it as, as shove it right up your ass.”
Caylee takes a moment. For whatever reason, it’s very clear that she’s holding her tongue; that she’s not saying any of the things she desperately wants to say. She even turns around, and turns the blender back on, until her smoothie finishes. As she does, Jill is still seething behind her. Caylee finally turns around with her smoothie in hand. She gives Jill a coy smile.
“I don’t know what it’s going to take to convince you, Jill. Not everyone is out to get you.”
“No, not everyone.” Jill agrees, before slapping the cup out of Caylee’s hand. The smoothie goes flying, splattering all over the wall nearby. “But you are. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you said last week. You think you know everything, you think you know why Remington left but the truth of the matter is, you don’t know a god damn thing.” Jill’s tone has crossed the line to threatening at this point. Caylee, however, still doesn’t appear to be backing down.
“And if I do?”
Jill cracks a smile. This doesn’t show happiness, however. It’s a much more sinister and evil looking expression.
“You do what you have to do, Caylee. You chase that storm. Just know, if you even knew the half of it, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening. You’d drop this whole charade right now. You’d quit. You’d remember why you left this life behind in the first fucking place. You’d be smarter than you’re being right now.”
“Jill, I think you’ve got it all wrong.”
“Like I said, Caylee: be smarter. I know you’re capable of that. If you continue to meddle with my show, and with my career, there will be dire consequences.”
“Ever since Uprising, Dandy, you’ve tried your best to embarrass me. To humiliate me. You’ve stopped me from getting MY title shot. Alot of people in this business get too hung up on what they deserve, or what they think is owed to them. You’re no different. You thought, after losing your title, you’d get a quick rematch. You were wrong. You thought you could just sneak into the All-In ladder match and win, and thus, get that contract and title right back. And again, you were wrong. And like a petulant child, you threw a tantrum that has lasted for months. You thought if you made me angry enough, that I would crumble.
That’s the most interesting part of this all, isn’t it? There seems to be a narrative that is spun not only by you, but by so much of the Action Wrestling roster when it comes to me. Despite everything I have already accomplished, there is this thought. This thought that someway, somehow, my anger is to my detriment. There is this completely asinine idea that if you get under my skin, that if you piss me off…that I’ll fold. That I’ll become so completely unhinged, that I won’t think clearly. That I won’t act logically.
And maybe the Jill Park of 2021 would have acted in such a manner. Maybe I did.
But as I stand before you today? There ain’t no chance. You don’t come this far on luck. You don’t fluke your way into becoming the hottest commodity in the entire company. Maybe you realize now, what exactly it is that you’ve stepped in. I get it. You’re in too deep, now. You’ve committed. You’ve dropped disgusting slop on me several times. You’ve cost me my shot at the Wrestler of the Year. And now, after having the All-In briefcase smashed over your head multiple times, maybe you finally realize what’s gonna happen, Dandy.
I’m not scared. I’m not worried. But most of all? I’m not irrational, either. That’s what you expect, it’s what you all expect, isn’t it? Crazy Jill Park, who has more anger than brains. She talks too much. She makes bold claims that she couldn’t possibly DREAM of backing up.
But I will, Dandy. I will.
I think the bigger question at play is, how are you going to survive?
You’re coming into this match, obviously, not at 100%. You already weren’t working at 100% upstairs, let’s be honest. And after all of the talk, all of the mindgames you wanted to play, I finally struck. You had to know the revenge was coming, Dandy. Just costing you a match would be nothing; a slap on the wrist. There needed to be more. You always like to think you’re one step ahead, but you never seen it coming this time.
And I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t sit back. You wouldn’t sit on the shelf and just let me have that trophy. You were always going to go down swinging. It was always going to end this way. I can respect that.
Welcome to your day or reckoning.”
It’s a night that has never left my mind. A night that fundamentally changed who I am. I’m sure many of you find that hard to believe. I’ve always been a pariah. I’ve always felt like I was on the outside, looking in. An outsider. A loner.
I came into this company, with little fanfare. Nobody knew who I was, and nobody cared, either.
That is, until I made them care. Until I showed up, and showed out. Until I became undeniable.
I was given a shot. An opportunity at the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. The big one. I would be thrust into the title picture, along side 3 of the best competitors Action Wrestling had ever seen. Kyle Kemp, Carter Shaw, and Dandy DiVito.
After less than a year, I had a chance to do the unthinkable. I had a chance to reach the pinnacle. The World title was always the end game.
On that night, I made the Champion at the time, Kyle Kemp, tap out. The fallout from just that moment changed the landscape of Action Wrestling for months to come. Then, I would pin Carter Shaw. A man that absolutely SHINED in 2021. The crowd was shocked. I was shocked. I was on the cusp of becoming great; becoming legendary. In one night, I could shed the narrative that I could never ‘win the big one’. Only Dandy DiVito stood in my way.
We battled. We fought tooth and nail. Then, finally…I had him. His arms were hooked, and he had nowhere to go. I knew I had it. I was going to win the World Heavyweight Championship. I took a look around, admiring all the flashing cameras and the fans were going insane. This was my moment.
That moment cost me dearly.
You all know what happened next. Richard DiVito sucker-punched me in the side of the head. A few moments later, I was left staring up at the lights left wondering where it all went wrong.
I’ve spent nearly an entire year trying to figure that out myself. Despite nearly winning Havoc. Despite winning the United States Championship. Despite winning the Women’s Championship. Despite all of the defenses of both of those titles. Despite absolutely everything, I still vividly remember my biggest, most catastrophic failure.
Not, only that, but I watched Dandy DiVito. For nearly nine months, I watched as Dandy DiVito reigned over Action Wrestling as World Champion. I looked on as he snuck past every single challenge. How he always found a way; always had a backup plan. Possibly the most reviled character that has made his way through the halls of Action Wrestling, reigned supreme as World Heavyweight Champion.
It made me sick. Not because of his tactics or the fact that, seemingly nobody could solve him. It wasn’t that he seemed unbeatable or that he slowly crept his way towards one of the longest reigns ever. It wasn’t any of that at all. It was because I knew. I knew the entire time that I was the last person that could have stopped it. I had Dandy DiVito dead to rights. I had him beaten. But I took my eye of the ball. I hesitated. I got sucked into the moment, and I paid dearly.
Was it a rookie mistake? Maybe it was. Was that the reason that birthed Affluenza? Maybe. But it was, without a doubt, the most humiliating, most embarrassing failure in my entire professional career. I haven’t been shy about that. In fact, I’ve stated that fact multiple times. I want it to be known. I’m sure Dandy DiVito takes great pride in holding that distinction. But I don’t say it for him. I don’t say it for my critics or for the cameras. I say it for me.
I let it be known. I am fully aware that I dropped the ball on that night. I am fully aware that it changed everything. Not just for me personally, but for the entirety of Action Wrestling. But, most of all, I say it because I finally get the chance to avenge what happened to me almost one year ago. I say it because finally, I will stand across the ring from Dandy DiVito.
The only difference is that this time, there are no rules. Many people would choose to believe that would be advantageous to Dandy DiVito. After all, he is the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a human cockroach. He survives. Every obstacle, every situation he finds himself in, he somehow finds his way out. I’ve watched it closely over the course of this year.
This is one situation he won’t scatter away from. This won’t be another trap for him to escape. At Turmoil, Dandy DiVito doesn’t just stand across the ring from Jill Park.
He comes face to face with his exterminator.
It’s not just my ultimate revenge, Dandy.
It’s your day of reckoning.
And it’s been a long time coming.”
“It’s reckless, it’s short-sighted, and most of all…it’s incredibly dangerous. It’s potentially the end of the show as we fucking know it.” Donning a navy blue pantsuit, standing at a podium, Caylee Park addresses several producers and other notable personnel in a closed-door meeting.
“My sister is a wonderful human being. She is passionate and she knows who she is as a person. She has flaws, and they are worn on her sleeve. She does not try to be fake to get ahead. We both learned a long time ago that there was no point in that. My sister shows the entire world who she is, every single time she’s in front of a camera, or in front of a live crowd. Alot of people might take issue with who she is, fundamentally…but it’s real; it’s on the surface.
Unfortunately, that same passion that has given her success in two fields simultaneously, well…that passion may very well get her very, very hurt. As many of you know, she is entering into a show this weekend named Turmoil, presented by Action Wrestling. For a long time, we’ve really never seen eye to eye on her wrestling career. I, like many of you here, have questioned it; questioned her about the instability of her well being. She endures a serious injury in the name of pro wrestling, and it just doesn’t damage her. It doesn’t just damage her wrestling career, but also her television career. Not just hers, in fact, but everyone who is involved with License to Jill. That is not a responsibility that should be taken lightly. Yet, here we are today. I shouldn’t have to come before you to try and save my sister from herself.
But I will.
Jill Park is a passionate and barrier- breaking woman. But at the end of the day, she is in over her head. She is headed into a wrestling match that Action Wrestling will not sanction. Not only that, but the entire thing was her idea. For those of you not in the loop, that essentially means that there are no rules. Jill could be maimed. She could be destroyed. If allowed to continue on with this match, there is no telling what the repercussions could be, moving forward.
Jill Park must be saved from herself. She must be barred from this match.”
Caylee slams her fist onto the podium for emphasis. There are no applause. Really, there is no reaction at all. It’s an eerie silence, until an older gentleman wearily stands from his seat, near the back of the room.
“Miss Park, we understand your stance completely. In truth, we have been well aware of the…complications that working with Jill Park could cause, from the very beginning of our business relationship with her. We’ve looked into this matter, and unfortunately, there is just nothing that we can do at this juncture, but hope for the best.”
Caylee looks aghast at the podium. She steps away from it and walks closer to the man. Of course, there is a small crowd so she can’t get as close as she desires.
“Hope for the best? Are you kidding me? My sister could be MAULED and you’re just going to sit by and watch? Watch as this entire SHOW could go up in flames? Before your very eyes?”
He looks conflicted. He slowly nods.
“Again, we have looked into this matter. We’ve done our due diligence regarding this upcoming match involving Miss Park. The fact of the matter is, despite it being ‘unsanctioned’ it still is advertised. Any efforts on our part to try and pull Miss Park from the event would likely be met with swift and costly consequences that this network is simply not willing to endure at this juncture.”
“You’re serious?” Again, Caylee was met with silence. It was unanimous. She was on an island. Whether this was genuine concern or a conceited effort to undermine her sister, it was clear it wasn’t going to work.
“Your passion has not gone unnoticed. You may been brought in under a consulting role, but there is talk of tracking you to producer.”
Caylee didn’t say another word. She instead, stormed out of the room.
“What do you people want now? Haven’t you done enough to me already?”
Remington Serroul callously accused as she spoke through the small crack in her doorway. She held the door tightly, not wishing for anyone to see the inside of her home. Standing on her doorstep, unannounced, was Caylee Park.
“Do you know who I am, Miss Serroul?”
“I know you’re from License to Jill, which is about as much as I care to know.”
“I am. But, I am also Jill Park’s sister.”
The door slammed shut quickly. Caylee sighs. She stepped up closer to the door and knocked again. Not surprisingly, Remington refused to open the door a second time.
“Oh come on, Remington. It’s not like you think! I know how she is! She’s a terrible human being! Trust me, I’ve dealt with it for my entire life! She faked a car accident to get me out of the way last time! I know how she is! She needs to be stopped!”
Caylee pauses, but nothing. No voice from the other side of the door. No creak of the door.
“I know something happened on set that made you this untrusting. I know Jill did something heinous, and I know the network did everything in their power to cover it up. Trust me, I know.”
After a long and tense silence, the unlocked of the door can be heard, and the door slowly opens. Remington stands in the doorway, in a tattered robe. She looks as though she hasn’t ventured into the light for months, and perhaps she hasn’t.
“Come in…” She says, with a sigh. She sounds completely, and utterly defeated.
“A secret fucking meeting?!” Jill Park’s shrieking voice echoes throughout the kitchen. Caylee turns from the smoothie she was blending with a nonchalant look to her older sister, as she made a beeline for her. Caylee never did give any indication she feared Jill in any capacity, and this appears no different.
“Smoothie?” She offers, with a smile.
“Don’t play fucking stupid with me, Caylee.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Secret meeting?”
“Yeah, I bet you don’t. I bet you don’t have a fucking clue about trying to CANCEL MY MATCH AT TURMOIL?”
Caylee sighs. “Jill, I have your best interest in mind. You could damage not just one, but both of your careers in a single night. We got off on the wrong foot, truly. I’m sure we both said some things we didn’t mean.”
“I never say things I don’t mean. There’s something you need to realize, Caylee.”
“Oh really?”
Jill stares daggers into her sister. Her hands ball into fists for a moment, before she loosens her grip.
“Yeah, there is. And it’s the same thing that you’ve needed to make peace for, for your entire life. Despite the fact that all of my so-called fans bitch, and whine and moan…no matter how many memes they share about wishing I would just go away, they all tune in. They boo and hiss and scream shit at me when I step through the curtain. You can call it hatred, or jealousy, or whatever the fuck you want. But, the fact of the matter is, I am the fucking star. I am the draw of Action Wrestling. You might think that’s got jack fucking shit to do with License to Jill and MTV, and you’d be fucking wrong, as usual. I keep the lights on in this place. I am the reason it even fucking exists at all. So you can take your bullshit apology, or whatever the fuck you wanna frame it as, as shove it right up your ass.”
Caylee takes a moment. For whatever reason, it’s very clear that she’s holding her tongue; that she’s not saying any of the things she desperately wants to say. She even turns around, and turns the blender back on, until her smoothie finishes. As she does, Jill is still seething behind her. Caylee finally turns around with her smoothie in hand. She gives Jill a coy smile.
“I don’t know what it’s going to take to convince you, Jill. Not everyone is out to get you.”
“No, not everyone.” Jill agrees, before slapping the cup out of Caylee’s hand. The smoothie goes flying, splattering all over the wall nearby. “But you are. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you said last week. You think you know everything, you think you know why Remington left but the truth of the matter is, you don’t know a god damn thing.” Jill’s tone has crossed the line to threatening at this point. Caylee, however, still doesn’t appear to be backing down.
“And if I do?”
Jill cracks a smile. This doesn’t show happiness, however. It’s a much more sinister and evil looking expression.
“You do what you have to do, Caylee. You chase that storm. Just know, if you even knew the half of it, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening. You’d drop this whole charade right now. You’d quit. You’d remember why you left this life behind in the first fucking place. You’d be smarter than you’re being right now.”
“Jill, I think you’ve got it all wrong.”
“Like I said, Caylee: be smarter. I know you’re capable of that. If you continue to meddle with my show, and with my career, there will be dire consequences.”
“Ever since Uprising, Dandy, you’ve tried your best to embarrass me. To humiliate me. You’ve stopped me from getting MY title shot. Alot of people in this business get too hung up on what they deserve, or what they think is owed to them. You’re no different. You thought, after losing your title, you’d get a quick rematch. You were wrong. You thought you could just sneak into the All-In ladder match and win, and thus, get that contract and title right back. And again, you were wrong. And like a petulant child, you threw a tantrum that has lasted for months. You thought if you made me angry enough, that I would crumble.
That’s the most interesting part of this all, isn’t it? There seems to be a narrative that is spun not only by you, but by so much of the Action Wrestling roster when it comes to me. Despite everything I have already accomplished, there is this thought. This thought that someway, somehow, my anger is to my detriment. There is this completely asinine idea that if you get under my skin, that if you piss me off…that I’ll fold. That I’ll become so completely unhinged, that I won’t think clearly. That I won’t act logically.
And maybe the Jill Park of 2021 would have acted in such a manner. Maybe I did.
But as I stand before you today? There ain’t no chance. You don’t come this far on luck. You don’t fluke your way into becoming the hottest commodity in the entire company. Maybe you realize now, what exactly it is that you’ve stepped in. I get it. You’re in too deep, now. You’ve committed. You’ve dropped disgusting slop on me several times. You’ve cost me my shot at the Wrestler of the Year. And now, after having the All-In briefcase smashed over your head multiple times, maybe you finally realize what’s gonna happen, Dandy.
I’m not scared. I’m not worried. But most of all? I’m not irrational, either. That’s what you expect, it’s what you all expect, isn’t it? Crazy Jill Park, who has more anger than brains. She talks too much. She makes bold claims that she couldn’t possibly DREAM of backing up.
But I will, Dandy. I will.
I think the bigger question at play is, how are you going to survive?
You’re coming into this match, obviously, not at 100%. You already weren’t working at 100% upstairs, let’s be honest. And after all of the talk, all of the mindgames you wanted to play, I finally struck. You had to know the revenge was coming, Dandy. Just costing you a match would be nothing; a slap on the wrist. There needed to be more. You always like to think you’re one step ahead, but you never seen it coming this time.
And I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t sit back. You wouldn’t sit on the shelf and just let me have that trophy. You were always going to go down swinging. It was always going to end this way. I can respect that.
Welcome to your day or reckoning.”
