Post by Jill Park on Jun 3, 2021 20:34:09 GMT -5
Havoc has come and gone, and it no doubt has changed the landscape of Action Wresting. It was the site of remarkable performances by the likes of Dionysus and Downfall. We saw unbelievable returns; too many to name! Not to mention the shocking appearance of QDT as he sought a measure of revenge against James Nightingale. Then, of course, the amazing victory by hometown hero, Spencer Adams.
Then, there was Jill Park. Among many other fresh names to the Action Wrestling audience, she attempted to make a splash in her first Havoc Rumble. Despite entering a little later, at number 37 to be exact, she made very little impact in the Havoc rumble in the grand scheme of things. In fact, she didn’t even record a single elimination before being unceremoniously dumped over the top rope by Action Wrestling Pure Champion, Johnny Bacchus.
A black screen.
After a moment of silence, some familiar music begins to play.
I'm not your friend or anything, damn
You think that you're the man
I think, therefore, I am
As the intro dies down, the name “JILL PARK” appears in big, bold letters which are quickly stamped out by a bigger, bolder, neon-yellow font that reads “LICENSE TO JILL”.
As the scene slowly fades in from black, a large banner comes into view, over a closed wooden door inside a lavish mansion. The banner reads:
As the door creaks open, we see what appears to be a wide-open space with a large flatscreen television hung on the wall in the back, no smaller than 70 inches. As the room comes more into view, you realize it’s a total disaster. The television screen is smashed; little shards of glass litter the floor below. There were probably six or seven wooden tables with chairs, but they have been tossed around, with some of the tables completely smashed. There is garbage and shards of glass all over the place. One of the walls has a massive hole in it. In the middle of it all, still in her ring attire, with smeared mascara, was Jill Park. She stood eerily silent for several moments, staring deadpan ahead. It was evident that she had an absolute meltdown. Finally, with a coarse voice, she managed to spit out the words:
“It was supposed to be MY NIGHT.”
Static and darkness enveloped the scene.
The static quickly dissipates. The darkness slowly fades in slightly, until a familiar face to Action Wrestling is visible. It’s not Jill Park. No, it is a photograph of Walter. This only lasts a moment, however, before fading out and into the sight of Jill Park, who is seated on a bar stool, hunched over towards the camera.
“It’s a familiar sight, isn’t it, Odin?
Walter. The Mongrel.
Sure, his atrocities were before my time in Action Wrestling, but his reputation covers many boundaries.
But this match isn’t about Walter.”
She pauses, irking her right eyebrow.
“Or is it?
It seems to me when it comes to Odin Balfore, it’s always about Walter. We only need to back to last Sunday. You eliminated him, but it wasn’t enough for the almighty “All-Father”, was it, Odin? You needed more. You needed your pound of flesh. And kudos to you, you got it. You threw away everything for it. You threw away your spot in the Havoc Rumble for your perceived revenge.
That doesn’t sound strong to me. It doesn’t sound like a man I should fear.
No, it sounds like the actions of a weak and afraid man.”
Jill adjusts herself in her seat, letting her legs dangle down in the front. It would likely seem inconceivable to some that she was speaking towards Odin Balfore in this manner, but she seemed to do it very casually. Almost without a second thought of the very possible consequences.
“I’ve listened to you, Odin. I’ve listened to your diatribe about being this unstoppable force. About being this killer whose opponents tremble at the thought of. When you speak, you assume the entire roster will not only stop in their tracks to listen but also fear your every word and action. And perhaps in the past, it was valid.
But now?”
She shrugs.
“I just don’t see it.
What I see is a man that is haunted by his own past. Whether they’re successes or failures, that’s where you’re living. In that thick skull of yours, you’re still at war with The Mongrel. You overlook everyone and everything else and focus on the past when you were indeed relevant to Action Wrestling. I am already aware you are going to overlook me, run me down, and act like I am nothing in comparison to the great All-Father. It’s a story as old as you are.
It’s also a story I live through every single day.
When I see tweets about my show. Social media posts about a recent match. Hell, even walking down the street.
People want to see me fail; they need to see me fail. They got their wish at Havoc.”
She paused for a moment, allowing that thought to percolate. It wasn’t a thought that she was proud to share, and that was evident on her facial features.
“But you, you just threw it all away. You made that call on your own. Was it revenge? A blind rage? A pre-meditated attack you had planned all along?
I don’t think it was any of those. I think the “All-Father” was afraid.
Afraid of being tossed from another Havoc Rumble.
Afraid of falling out of contention. Just like the rest of us: afraid of mediocrity.
Odin Balfore’s greatest weapon is his mystique. But of course, you know that as well as I do, whether you care to admit it or not. But, that’s enough about Havoc. That is all in the past now. Let’s look ahead to Monday Night Clash. Odin Balfore vs Jill Park.
A match where I have everything to gain and you, Odin, have everything to lose.
You’re the established name. The veteran. The All-Father.
Who is Jill Park?
I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if you offered up this question, yourself. If you checked on social media, your answer would undoubtedly be a no-talent hack who fell into a reality show, looking for fame.”
Her tone suddenly changes, to one much more serious in nature.
“I can assure you, Odin. Nobody worth a damn truly believes that. I may have failed to win the Havoc Rumble, but I am just getting started in Action Wrestling.
As for you? What if you lose this match?
Lose to the reality star? The rookie? The woman who seemingly everyone detests?
It would kill you, wouldn’t it? Like a slow but deadly cancer. Eating you from the inside. Another nail in the coffin. Another reason to doubt your mystique that you work so hard to uphold. Ultimately that is what’s going to happen on Monday, June 7th. The world finds out, yet again, that you are a fraud. A mortal dressed in the garb of a god.
You may scare alot of people in Action Wrestling, Odin Balfore.
But Jill Park isn’t one of them.”
The scene fades momentarily. And then…
“You’re such a nasty bitch!”
The nearly incoherent shrieking of a young woman fills the scene, as a vase full of roses shatters against the wall of Jill Park’s kitchen.
The aforementioned shrieking comes from a short, thin, blonde woman.
Calm the hell down, Caylee!” Comes a more familiar voice; that of Jill Park. She is practically nose to nose with the woman we now know, is named Caylee.
“Calm down?! Calm down…” Caylee says, more to herself than anything, as she clearly tries to compose herself. It clearly isn’t working as her short-cut shirt is having a hard time clinging to her body, thanks to her sporadic movements. Out of the blue, she swings her right hand, clenched in a fist, in the direction of Jill’s face, narrowly missing. Jill raises her fists up as well, but the altercation doesn’t escalate further, at least not yet.
“You fucking stole Manuel from me! You knew I loved him! Then I find out on FUCKING MTV that he’s fucking my WHORE of a sister?!”
Both “ladies” come together again, pushing each other way. Jill slams into the wall behind her, as Caylee hits into the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Jill has a smirk as he regains her composure. She enjoyed her sisters’ anguish.
“Ain’t my fault that your fuckboy worships the ground I walk on. Not my fault he’s a little bitch-boy, either.”
“I’LL KILL YOU!” Caylee shrieks again, as she grabs a knife from the counter and THROWS it at Jill! She luckily evades the knife, and it sticks into the wall behind her, but before Jill can move much further, Caylee absolutely BLASTS her with a punch, right on the jaw!
“Whooooo boy, that was a crazy day…”
The scene appears inside a cafe, as cameras have followed Jill Park following the...altercation, at her home in Venice Beach. Jill is dressed differently: now in a white halter top and black short skirt, with a thick pair of ray bans covering her eyes.
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you guys, that was Caylee, my beautiful, and super calm and collected sister. Anyways…” She trails off as she lifts a styrofoam coffee cup to her lips, taking a sip.
The camera pans across the table, showing a face you may have seen before.
“And you all know Manuel…”
He, surprisingly, seems happy to be there but doesn’t say anything. For her part, Jill can’t help but grin wide.
“SO many people had this silly little thought that Manuel had left the show; had left my life!” She giggles, cutely.
“That’s so silly! Isn’t it, Manny?” He nods, submissively. She turns back.
“What my sister needs to realize, is the same thing the rest of Action Wrestling needs to realize, and that is, Jill Park always gets her way, eventually.”
She turns to Manuel.
“Manuel, be a doll and get me another Latte?” She shook her coffee cup at him, indicating it was empty. He simply nodded and got up. She watched him walk away for a moment before picking up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and hurriedly walking out of the cafe, unbeknownst to Manuel.
As Jill continues down the street, the camera continues along with her.
“I just had to get away from him. SO clingy.” She makes an “ew, gross” expression with her face. A fan comes running towards her suddenly.
“Hey, you’re Jill Park!”
“Yeah.”
“FUCK YOU!” They yell and spit at her, just narrowly missing. They run off without another word.
She shrugged and kept walking, seemingly unbothered by the “fan”.
“That’s what none of these marks seem to comprehend.” She begins, as she continues walking down the sidewalk.
“I don’t care what they think. At the end of the day, they still watch me on Clash. They still tune in to my show. The tweet about me. Post about me on Facebook. Upload compilations of me on YouTube. Their hatred has morphed into an obsession, even though they will scream until they’re blue in the face that that’s not the case.”
All of a sudden, a voice from off-screen says “What about Odin Balfore?”. Action Wrestling fans would know it to be Nate Burleson, and indeed, as Jill and the camera pan right, that’s exactly who is there. Jill looks surprised, and rightfully so.
“Stalk much?”
Burleson nervously laughs, but waits expectantly as he follows along with Jill down the sidewalk.
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “What about him?”
“Well, he is someone who didn’t so much as mention you in the build-up to the Havoc Rumble, and you did not interact in the Rumble.
“Because he was eliminated long before my entrance.” She flipped her hair.
“Right. But, the fact remains: Odin Balfore is an established star in Action Wrestling. He is a former World Champion. He was most notably known for defeating Wal-”
“Ohhhhhhmyyygooooood. I know! Does everyone around here have a boner for that guy?
Anyways. Yeah, so what?”
“Are you not the least bit intimidated by Odin’s reputation and body of work?”
“Nate, if I let someone’s reputation intimidate me, I wouldn’t be standing here before you right now. Reputation doesn’t matter; actions do. And Odin Balfore, lately, has displayed actions that aren’t intimidating, they’re downright pathetic.
It’s like I already said.
Yes, Odin has a decent legacy in Action Wrestling.
But it’s a fleeting legacy. A show. A facade. A deck of cards; it’s all about to come crumbling down.”
“Is it possible you are underestimating The “All-Father?” Quipped Nate. Jill brushed it aside.
“Hardly. I’m not about to stand here and tell you that Odin Balfore is useless or washed up. He certainly could beat me.
He just won’t.”
“Why are you so certain?”
Jill rolled her eyes again, it was becoming evident that Nate was starting to irritate her.
“Real hard hitting questions there, Burleson.”She responded, sarcastically. “You haven’t been paying attention. Are you even watching the show?!”
No response from Nate. Jill continued on her tirade.
“Odin Balfore thinks he is a god in Action Wrestling, and that’s just not the case. He is a conman, at best. A mere mortal cosplaying a god. He has had an impressive run, but just like his frame of mind, that’s all in the past now.
But this isn’t simply a matter of his shortcomings, oh no.
At Havoc I may not have won, but it was step one. Everyone in Action Wrestling knows who Jill Park is. They might not like me, but in time, they will respect me.
This brings me to Odin Balfore on June 7th. You were right when you said he did not so much as acknowledge me during the build to May 30th. To be real, nobody really did.
So I expect nothing more this week with Odin. He won’t take this seriously. Another rookie to slaughter; that will be his attitude. He will walk into Monday Night Clash feeling like he has already won, and he will be looking ahead to Evolution IV.
That’s where his fatal mistake will lie. The match will be over before it starts, but not in the manner in which Odin Balfore will envision. It will be a shock to all of Action Wrestling, I’m sure. Well, to everyone except Jill Park.
He will be the first veteran to fall at my hands, but he will be far from the last.”
Jill pulls down her sunglasses just slightly and stops. She stares over at the building before her. It is a Church. It is in pristine condition: new vinyl siding and a beautiful stone walkway leading up into the front steps.
“We’re here.” Jill proclaimed.
“A church?” Burelson asked, confused. The thought of Jill entering a church for any reason seemed a little...funny.
“Precisely.”
Jill ascended down the walkway and into the church. Nate hesitated but soon followed. As he arrived at the door, there was no sign of Jill Park.
As the camera gets closer, the second set of double doors slowly creak open. From the porch of the church a sign is visible. As we approach, the sign comes clearer into view. In bold black lettering, it reads:
The church appears to be packed full of people, all the way to the back. Up near the alter is a black box on a table, assumed to be symbolic of the “Legacy of Odin Balfore”.There is a certain fog of chitter chatter that ceases as a woman in a white Clergy robe approaches the alter. Everything is dead quiet. Upon further inspection, the woman is Jill Park.
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.
We are gathered here this evening to celebrate the legacy of the “All-Father” Odin Balfore. Once a great force in Action Wrestling, he has sadly declined into a shell of his former self, endlessly haunted by his past. It is enough to send a man mad, which it very much did.”
There are a few muffled conversations in the pews. Jill looks out to the crowd for a moment, before retrieving what is assumed to be a bible. She opens it to a bookmarked page.
“And now, a reading from the Gospel according to Jill.”
She clears her throat.
“All Father, Who art in the ground,
Cursed be Thy name;
Thy Kingdom has fallen,
Thy will be done on Clash.
I won’t give you this day;
and forgive me for putting you down, as we forgive you for your incessant rambling;
and lead us not into mediocrity,
but deliver us from stupidity.
Amen.”
The church-goers simply respond “Amen”. The camera zooms in on the face of Jill Park, who has a frightening smile on her face, as the scene fades to black.
Then, there was Jill Park. Among many other fresh names to the Action Wrestling audience, she attempted to make a splash in her first Havoc Rumble. Despite entering a little later, at number 37 to be exact, she made very little impact in the Havoc rumble in the grand scheme of things. In fact, she didn’t even record a single elimination before being unceremoniously dumped over the top rope by Action Wrestling Pure Champion, Johnny Bacchus.
A black screen.
After a moment of silence, some familiar music begins to play.
I'm not your friend or anything, damn
You think that you're the man
I think, therefore, I am
As the intro dies down, the name “JILL PARK” appears in big, bold letters which are quickly stamped out by a bigger, bolder, neon-yellow font that reads “LICENSE TO JILL”.
As the scene slowly fades in from black, a large banner comes into view, over a closed wooden door inside a lavish mansion. The banner reads:
JILL PARK HAVOC 2021 VIEWING PARTY
As the door creaks open, we see what appears to be a wide-open space with a large flatscreen television hung on the wall in the back, no smaller than 70 inches. As the room comes more into view, you realize it’s a total disaster. The television screen is smashed; little shards of glass litter the floor below. There were probably six or seven wooden tables with chairs, but they have been tossed around, with some of the tables completely smashed. There is garbage and shards of glass all over the place. One of the walls has a massive hole in it. In the middle of it all, still in her ring attire, with smeared mascara, was Jill Park. She stood eerily silent for several moments, staring deadpan ahead. It was evident that she had an absolute meltdown. Finally, with a coarse voice, she managed to spit out the words:
“It was supposed to be MY NIGHT.”
Static and darkness enveloped the scene.
The static quickly dissipates. The darkness slowly fades in slightly, until a familiar face to Action Wrestling is visible. It’s not Jill Park. No, it is a photograph of Walter. This only lasts a moment, however, before fading out and into the sight of Jill Park, who is seated on a bar stool, hunched over towards the camera.
“It’s a familiar sight, isn’t it, Odin?
Walter. The Mongrel.
Sure, his atrocities were before my time in Action Wrestling, but his reputation covers many boundaries.
But this match isn’t about Walter.”
She pauses, irking her right eyebrow.
“Or is it?
It seems to me when it comes to Odin Balfore, it’s always about Walter. We only need to back to last Sunday. You eliminated him, but it wasn’t enough for the almighty “All-Father”, was it, Odin? You needed more. You needed your pound of flesh. And kudos to you, you got it. You threw away everything for it. You threw away your spot in the Havoc Rumble for your perceived revenge.
That doesn’t sound strong to me. It doesn’t sound like a man I should fear.
No, it sounds like the actions of a weak and afraid man.”
Jill adjusts herself in her seat, letting her legs dangle down in the front. It would likely seem inconceivable to some that she was speaking towards Odin Balfore in this manner, but she seemed to do it very casually. Almost without a second thought of the very possible consequences.
“I’ve listened to you, Odin. I’ve listened to your diatribe about being this unstoppable force. About being this killer whose opponents tremble at the thought of. When you speak, you assume the entire roster will not only stop in their tracks to listen but also fear your every word and action. And perhaps in the past, it was valid.
But now?”
She shrugs.
“I just don’t see it.
What I see is a man that is haunted by his own past. Whether they’re successes or failures, that’s where you’re living. In that thick skull of yours, you’re still at war with The Mongrel. You overlook everyone and everything else and focus on the past when you were indeed relevant to Action Wrestling. I am already aware you are going to overlook me, run me down, and act like I am nothing in comparison to the great All-Father. It’s a story as old as you are.
It’s also a story I live through every single day.
When I see tweets about my show. Social media posts about a recent match. Hell, even walking down the street.
People want to see me fail; they need to see me fail. They got their wish at Havoc.”
She paused for a moment, allowing that thought to percolate. It wasn’t a thought that she was proud to share, and that was evident on her facial features.
“But you, you just threw it all away. You made that call on your own. Was it revenge? A blind rage? A pre-meditated attack you had planned all along?
I don’t think it was any of those. I think the “All-Father” was afraid.
Afraid of being tossed from another Havoc Rumble.
Afraid of falling out of contention. Just like the rest of us: afraid of mediocrity.
Odin Balfore’s greatest weapon is his mystique. But of course, you know that as well as I do, whether you care to admit it or not. But, that’s enough about Havoc. That is all in the past now. Let’s look ahead to Monday Night Clash. Odin Balfore vs Jill Park.
A match where I have everything to gain and you, Odin, have everything to lose.
You’re the established name. The veteran. The All-Father.
Who is Jill Park?
I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if you offered up this question, yourself. If you checked on social media, your answer would undoubtedly be a no-talent hack who fell into a reality show, looking for fame.”
Her tone suddenly changes, to one much more serious in nature.
“I can assure you, Odin. Nobody worth a damn truly believes that. I may have failed to win the Havoc Rumble, but I am just getting started in Action Wrestling.
As for you? What if you lose this match?
Lose to the reality star? The rookie? The woman who seemingly everyone detests?
It would kill you, wouldn’t it? Like a slow but deadly cancer. Eating you from the inside. Another nail in the coffin. Another reason to doubt your mystique that you work so hard to uphold. Ultimately that is what’s going to happen on Monday, June 7th. The world finds out, yet again, that you are a fraud. A mortal dressed in the garb of a god.
You may scare alot of people in Action Wrestling, Odin Balfore.
But Jill Park isn’t one of them.”
The scene fades momentarily. And then…
“You’re such a nasty bitch!”
The nearly incoherent shrieking of a young woman fills the scene, as a vase full of roses shatters against the wall of Jill Park’s kitchen.
The aforementioned shrieking comes from a short, thin, blonde woman.
Calm the hell down, Caylee!” Comes a more familiar voice; that of Jill Park. She is practically nose to nose with the woman we now know, is named Caylee.
“Calm down?! Calm down…” Caylee says, more to herself than anything, as she clearly tries to compose herself. It clearly isn’t working as her short-cut shirt is having a hard time clinging to her body, thanks to her sporadic movements. Out of the blue, she swings her right hand, clenched in a fist, in the direction of Jill’s face, narrowly missing. Jill raises her fists up as well, but the altercation doesn’t escalate further, at least not yet.
“You fucking stole Manuel from me! You knew I loved him! Then I find out on FUCKING MTV that he’s fucking my WHORE of a sister?!”
Both “ladies” come together again, pushing each other way. Jill slams into the wall behind her, as Caylee hits into the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Jill has a smirk as he regains her composure. She enjoyed her sisters’ anguish.
“Ain’t my fault that your fuckboy worships the ground I walk on. Not my fault he’s a little bitch-boy, either.”
“I’LL KILL YOU!” Caylee shrieks again, as she grabs a knife from the counter and THROWS it at Jill! She luckily evades the knife, and it sticks into the wall behind her, but before Jill can move much further, Caylee absolutely BLASTS her with a punch, right on the jaw!
“Whooooo boy, that was a crazy day…”
The scene appears inside a cafe, as cameras have followed Jill Park following the...altercation, at her home in Venice Beach. Jill is dressed differently: now in a white halter top and black short skirt, with a thick pair of ray bans covering her eyes.
“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you guys, that was Caylee, my beautiful, and super calm and collected sister. Anyways…” She trails off as she lifts a styrofoam coffee cup to her lips, taking a sip.
The camera pans across the table, showing a face you may have seen before.
“And you all know Manuel…”
He, surprisingly, seems happy to be there but doesn’t say anything. For her part, Jill can’t help but grin wide.
“SO many people had this silly little thought that Manuel had left the show; had left my life!” She giggles, cutely.
“That’s so silly! Isn’t it, Manny?” He nods, submissively. She turns back.
“What my sister needs to realize, is the same thing the rest of Action Wrestling needs to realize, and that is, Jill Park always gets her way, eventually.”
She turns to Manuel.
“Manuel, be a doll and get me another Latte?” She shook her coffee cup at him, indicating it was empty. He simply nodded and got up. She watched him walk away for a moment before picking up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and hurriedly walking out of the cafe, unbeknownst to Manuel.
As Jill continues down the street, the camera continues along with her.
“I just had to get away from him. SO clingy.” She makes an “ew, gross” expression with her face. A fan comes running towards her suddenly.
“Hey, you’re Jill Park!”
“Yeah.”
“FUCK YOU!” They yell and spit at her, just narrowly missing. They run off without another word.
She shrugged and kept walking, seemingly unbothered by the “fan”.
“That’s what none of these marks seem to comprehend.” She begins, as she continues walking down the sidewalk.
“I don’t care what they think. At the end of the day, they still watch me on Clash. They still tune in to my show. The tweet about me. Post about me on Facebook. Upload compilations of me on YouTube. Their hatred has morphed into an obsession, even though they will scream until they’re blue in the face that that’s not the case.”
All of a sudden, a voice from off-screen says “What about Odin Balfore?”. Action Wrestling fans would know it to be Nate Burleson, and indeed, as Jill and the camera pan right, that’s exactly who is there. Jill looks surprised, and rightfully so.
“Stalk much?”
Burleson nervously laughs, but waits expectantly as he follows along with Jill down the sidewalk.
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “What about him?”
“Well, he is someone who didn’t so much as mention you in the build-up to the Havoc Rumble, and you did not interact in the Rumble.
“Because he was eliminated long before my entrance.” She flipped her hair.
“Right. But, the fact remains: Odin Balfore is an established star in Action Wrestling. He is a former World Champion. He was most notably known for defeating Wal-”
“Ohhhhhhmyyygooooood. I know! Does everyone around here have a boner for that guy?
Anyways. Yeah, so what?”
“Are you not the least bit intimidated by Odin’s reputation and body of work?”
“Nate, if I let someone’s reputation intimidate me, I wouldn’t be standing here before you right now. Reputation doesn’t matter; actions do. And Odin Balfore, lately, has displayed actions that aren’t intimidating, they’re downright pathetic.
It’s like I already said.
Yes, Odin has a decent legacy in Action Wrestling.
But it’s a fleeting legacy. A show. A facade. A deck of cards; it’s all about to come crumbling down.”
“Is it possible you are underestimating The “All-Father?” Quipped Nate. Jill brushed it aside.
“Hardly. I’m not about to stand here and tell you that Odin Balfore is useless or washed up. He certainly could beat me.
He just won’t.”
“Why are you so certain?”
Jill rolled her eyes again, it was becoming evident that Nate was starting to irritate her.
“Real hard hitting questions there, Burleson.”She responded, sarcastically. “You haven’t been paying attention. Are you even watching the show?!”
No response from Nate. Jill continued on her tirade.
“Odin Balfore thinks he is a god in Action Wrestling, and that’s just not the case. He is a conman, at best. A mere mortal cosplaying a god. He has had an impressive run, but just like his frame of mind, that’s all in the past now.
But this isn’t simply a matter of his shortcomings, oh no.
At Havoc I may not have won, but it was step one. Everyone in Action Wrestling knows who Jill Park is. They might not like me, but in time, they will respect me.
This brings me to Odin Balfore on June 7th. You were right when you said he did not so much as acknowledge me during the build to May 30th. To be real, nobody really did.
So I expect nothing more this week with Odin. He won’t take this seriously. Another rookie to slaughter; that will be his attitude. He will walk into Monday Night Clash feeling like he has already won, and he will be looking ahead to Evolution IV.
That’s where his fatal mistake will lie. The match will be over before it starts, but not in the manner in which Odin Balfore will envision. It will be a shock to all of Action Wrestling, I’m sure. Well, to everyone except Jill Park.
He will be the first veteran to fall at my hands, but he will be far from the last.”
Jill pulls down her sunglasses just slightly and stops. She stares over at the building before her. It is a Church. It is in pristine condition: new vinyl siding and a beautiful stone walkway leading up into the front steps.
“We’re here.” Jill proclaimed.
“A church?” Burelson asked, confused. The thought of Jill entering a church for any reason seemed a little...funny.
“Precisely.”
Jill ascended down the walkway and into the church. Nate hesitated but soon followed. As he arrived at the door, there was no sign of Jill Park.
As the camera gets closer, the second set of double doors slowly creak open. From the porch of the church a sign is visible. As we approach, the sign comes clearer into view. In bold black lettering, it reads:
Celebrating the legacy
Of
Odin Balfore
Of
Odin Balfore
The church appears to be packed full of people, all the way to the back. Up near the alter is a black box on a table, assumed to be symbolic of the “Legacy of Odin Balfore”.There is a certain fog of chitter chatter that ceases as a woman in a white Clergy robe approaches the alter. Everything is dead quiet. Upon further inspection, the woman is Jill Park.
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.
We are gathered here this evening to celebrate the legacy of the “All-Father” Odin Balfore. Once a great force in Action Wrestling, he has sadly declined into a shell of his former self, endlessly haunted by his past. It is enough to send a man mad, which it very much did.”
There are a few muffled conversations in the pews. Jill looks out to the crowd for a moment, before retrieving what is assumed to be a bible. She opens it to a bookmarked page.
“And now, a reading from the Gospel according to Jill.”
She clears her throat.
“All Father, Who art in the ground,
Cursed be Thy name;
Thy Kingdom has fallen,
Thy will be done on Clash.
I won’t give you this day;
and forgive me for putting you down, as we forgive you for your incessant rambling;
and lead us not into mediocrity,
but deliver us from stupidity.
Amen.”
The church-goers simply respond “Amen”. The camera zooms in on the face of Jill Park, who has a frightening smile on her face, as the scene fades to black.