Post by illjill on Jan 9, 2018 16:20:18 GMT -5
A glaring beam of sunlight welcomed Jill Park as she awoke in her home in Venice Beach, California. She had a new lease on her career following her newly signed contract with New Generation Wrestling. She also had the chance to show her face to the NGW world, appearing briefly on Night 2 of NGW’s Homecoming event.
As Jill walked through her luxurious home, she began to ponder why she wanted this life at all. She was not born and bred to be a wrestler like so many in the business. Truth be told, she was still very green. It may have been a stroke of luck that she received this contract at all, in the first place. As Jill continued to aimlessly walk through her empty halls it would truly dawn on her why she wanted it.
It was the empty halls.
Her house was loaded with both priceless and obscenely expensive things but none of it would truly matter at the end of the day. It didn't help her sleep well at night. It didn't give her meaning or purpose. Her life had become as empty as these hallways.
For some, the life she had carved out for herself would have been enough. Jill lived comfortably. For most, that's all you could ask for. But not for Jill Park. For as loud and as boastful as she is, she may be the most flawed member of the NGW roster. She was loud and obnoxious but beneath the surface, what else was there?
Uncertainty. Loneliness. Inexperience. Frustration. All inside the mind; the psyche of Jill Park. The “ill” lpersona was not something she was or is, but rather, something for her to aspire to be. A strong woman who needed nobody else to get by. A woman who would take no guff from anyone. Independent. Strong. Capable. Confident.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the reality of who Jill Park is. At least, not yet. That was why her first few matches in NGW would prove to be so important. She needed the experience under her belt, sure. But the real importance would be to prove to others and herself that she actually belonged. That she wasn't handed this opportunity due to a vast bank account like others before her. That she could back up her, often crude, trash talking.
However, that being said, Jill Park was in no way vulnerable. This sort of...yearning to be something great; something more, it made her incredibly dangerous. She would do anything it would take to shake this disbelief in herself. It wasn't a virtue, it was a crutch. One she was intent on shaking.
Jill eventually made her way back to her bedroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She walked closer. As she was standing directly in front of it, she nodded her head.
“No feelin’ sorry for yahself. You call yourself “ill”. Dontcha ever fahget wha that means. Everybody lookin’ down on ya like ya don't belong. Like ya just a pretty face and a fat bank account. They gonna learn real quick youse a lot more. Quick. Intelligent. And one hell of a striker. They can place ya in a match where ya destined to fail. They can try and keep ya down but it ain't gonna happen. That's why you're the illest bitch there is. They will all start to fall. And it starts at Dissension. Got it?
Good.”
Jill grins at her reflection as she moves over to her wardrobe and the scene fades to black.
As Jill walked through her luxurious home, she began to ponder why she wanted this life at all. She was not born and bred to be a wrestler like so many in the business. Truth be told, she was still very green. It may have been a stroke of luck that she received this contract at all, in the first place. As Jill continued to aimlessly walk through her empty halls it would truly dawn on her why she wanted it.
It was the empty halls.
Her house was loaded with both priceless and obscenely expensive things but none of it would truly matter at the end of the day. It didn't help her sleep well at night. It didn't give her meaning or purpose. Her life had become as empty as these hallways.
For some, the life she had carved out for herself would have been enough. Jill lived comfortably. For most, that's all you could ask for. But not for Jill Park. For as loud and as boastful as she is, she may be the most flawed member of the NGW roster. She was loud and obnoxious but beneath the surface, what else was there?
Uncertainty. Loneliness. Inexperience. Frustration. All inside the mind; the psyche of Jill Park. The “ill” lpersona was not something she was or is, but rather, something for her to aspire to be. A strong woman who needed nobody else to get by. A woman who would take no guff from anyone. Independent. Strong. Capable. Confident.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the reality of who Jill Park is. At least, not yet. That was why her first few matches in NGW would prove to be so important. She needed the experience under her belt, sure. But the real importance would be to prove to others and herself that she actually belonged. That she wasn't handed this opportunity due to a vast bank account like others before her. That she could back up her, often crude, trash talking.
However, that being said, Jill Park was in no way vulnerable. This sort of...yearning to be something great; something more, it made her incredibly dangerous. She would do anything it would take to shake this disbelief in herself. It wasn't a virtue, it was a crutch. One she was intent on shaking.
Jill eventually made her way back to her bedroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She walked closer. As she was standing directly in front of it, she nodded her head.
“No feelin’ sorry for yahself. You call yourself “ill”. Dontcha ever fahget wha that means. Everybody lookin’ down on ya like ya don't belong. Like ya just a pretty face and a fat bank account. They gonna learn real quick youse a lot more. Quick. Intelligent. And one hell of a striker. They can place ya in a match where ya destined to fail. They can try and keep ya down but it ain't gonna happen. That's why you're the illest bitch there is. They will all start to fall. And it starts at Dissension. Got it?
Good.”
Jill grins at her reflection as she moves over to her wardrobe and the scene fades to black.
