Post by illjill on Jan 10, 2018 12:07:50 GMT -5
Click-Clack.
Click-Clack.
Click-Clack.
The almost rhythmic sound of Jill Park’s Stiletto heels seem to echo through the corridor as she briskly walks. As the camera pans up, we see a medium-length silver dress. As she reaches the end, she enters the last door. Inside she finds Hannah Lacey and her camera crew. There are but two chairs in the room, one of which being occupied by Hannah. She flashes a smile to Jill which is almost assuredly fake. Luckily, Jill wouldn't care much either way. She walks over to the chair confidently, and eases onto it.
Hannah takes a moment to go over some notes before being instructed that their are now ready to go. After a moment of composing herself, she looks dead ahead into the camera.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m Hannah Lacey. My guest today is NGW newcomer, Jill Park.”
Lacey turns to face Jill with a smile. Jill though, seems nonchalant about everything around her. She merely nods to Hannah at the mention of her own name.
“Ms. Park, on January 21st, you will make your New Generation Wrestling debut in a Triple Threat match on Dissension in Orlando, Florida. How are you feeling headed into this match?”
Well…
This is a real opportunity to show NGW an’ everyone else that I ain't no joke. I know that's the consensus ‘round here. It's the same opinion I face everywhere else. I get it though. I'm brash. Loud. Obnoxious. I tell it like it is. I tell them the world bends to my will. That ain't no slogan. It's just the way it is. People don't like it. I get that. But what really ticks ‘em off is when I say that, and then it's exactly what happens. When I'm right, that's when the snowflakes really start ta whine and complain. I offend people. It's fun. It ain't gonna be no different here in NGW.”
Hannah nods along with Jill’s response, even jotting down some bullet points on a clipboard she holds in her lap. As Jill finishes speaking, Hannah straightens up again.
“One half of your opponents at Dissension is Alicia Hixx…”
That's all Jill needed. She didn't let Hannah continue on with a question. She knew what she was going to be asked, anyway.
“Aw, yeah. I'm sure she thinks she's a real bad ass. Just as John Blade does. She's gonna be the first one in line for the reality checks imma be handin’ out startin’ at Dissension. Alicia Hixx is gonna find out real quick I ain't nothin’ like she seen before. I ain't nothin’ like nobody seen before. I know it and they gonna know it soon. Alicia Hixx can think highly of herself but once the bell rings? She gonna find out that next to me? She ain't nothing but a weak little bottom bitch.”
Again, Hannah nods along, although it's clear she is a bit shocked by the bluntness of her guest.
“Well, I'm sure Alicia will have something to say about that.”
“Oh do ya? Well la-tee-da!”
Jill does her best attempt at mock offence before rolling her eyes.
“The thing is, I don't care. Got it? I don't care wha she thinks of me er what I gotta say ‘bout her or anythin’ else for that matter. She can hate me, they usually all do eventually. Makes it all the more sweet when I put ‘em in their place.”
“I see. Well, as I mentioned earlier, you are not just facing Alicia Hixx. You are also facing former Spotlight Champion, Mason Moore.”
“Oh my!”
Jill puts her right hand over her mouth in a sarcastic gasp.
“Am I supposed to be worried about the meathead? I mean, is it supposed to worry me hat he recently failed and lost his Spotlight Championship?”
“Well, I'm in no place to say, either way. However, Moore is also a member of the successful group known as the Midnight Horsemen.”
Jill laughs. Something Hannah questions with an irk of her eyebrow.
“Don't get me wrong, the Horsemen have been solid for the better part of the last year. It's just...well…
Mason Moore is like the George Harrison of the group. Sure, we all know he's in the group, but does anyone really care?
Let me answer that one for ya...nope! He's just kinda...there. The juice monkey for backup. Not a big surprise really...that's all he's good for...don't want him thinkin’ too much now!”
Hannah awkwardly shifts in her chair.
“You trying to get under Moore’s skin with those comments?”
“Nah Hailey, not at all. I'm just tellin’ it like it is. I wouldn't wanna be under Moore’s anythin’. He was voted slightly more attractive than that freakshow with a dad bod...what wuzzit? Hinklestein?”
Hannah shakes her head at Jill, perhaps a little taken back by how brash she really is.
“It's Hannah. And I think you mean Hammerstein.”
“Yeah, that numbnuts. It's like I said though, the big lug ain't nothin’. Pick things up an’ put em’ down. Don't have a single thought past his workout. He rides the coat tails of a group. That don't impress me one bit.
He ain't nothin’ but a bitch.”
Again, Hannah seems a little uncomfortable as she stands.
“Ok…
I think that's good for now. Thanks Jill.”
Jill barely nods at Hannah and then exits. Almost the second she is out the door. He phone rings. It was her agent, Todd.
“Todd. What do you want?”
She sounded annoyed.
“You need to stop this, Jill.”
“Stop wha?”
“Stop alienating everyone. You are going to talk yourself into a corner.”
“Oh, Todd. Don't come at me with that morality shit. You knew how I was long ago and you should also know it ain't never gonna change bruv. I tell it like people don't wanna hear it. Maybe that gets people's panties in a bunch but do I look like I care? Sound like I care? Nah.”
An audible sigh from Todd on the other end.
“Come and see me.”
“Nah man. I'm gonna head back to my hotel and get drunk. See what happens from there. PEACE.”
Jill laughs as she ends the call, and shuts her phone off. Knowing how much that bothered her agent. She continues to laugh as she walks down the hall, and the scene fades to black.
Click-Clack.
Click-Clack.
The almost rhythmic sound of Jill Park’s Stiletto heels seem to echo through the corridor as she briskly walks. As the camera pans up, we see a medium-length silver dress. As she reaches the end, she enters the last door. Inside she finds Hannah Lacey and her camera crew. There are but two chairs in the room, one of which being occupied by Hannah. She flashes a smile to Jill which is almost assuredly fake. Luckily, Jill wouldn't care much either way. She walks over to the chair confidently, and eases onto it.
Hannah takes a moment to go over some notes before being instructed that their are now ready to go. After a moment of composing herself, she looks dead ahead into the camera.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m Hannah Lacey. My guest today is NGW newcomer, Jill Park.”
Lacey turns to face Jill with a smile. Jill though, seems nonchalant about everything around her. She merely nods to Hannah at the mention of her own name.
“Ms. Park, on January 21st, you will make your New Generation Wrestling debut in a Triple Threat match on Dissension in Orlando, Florida. How are you feeling headed into this match?”
Well…
This is a real opportunity to show NGW an’ everyone else that I ain't no joke. I know that's the consensus ‘round here. It's the same opinion I face everywhere else. I get it though. I'm brash. Loud. Obnoxious. I tell it like it is. I tell them the world bends to my will. That ain't no slogan. It's just the way it is. People don't like it. I get that. But what really ticks ‘em off is when I say that, and then it's exactly what happens. When I'm right, that's when the snowflakes really start ta whine and complain. I offend people. It's fun. It ain't gonna be no different here in NGW.”
Hannah nods along with Jill’s response, even jotting down some bullet points on a clipboard she holds in her lap. As Jill finishes speaking, Hannah straightens up again.
“One half of your opponents at Dissension is Alicia Hixx…”
That's all Jill needed. She didn't let Hannah continue on with a question. She knew what she was going to be asked, anyway.
“Aw, yeah. I'm sure she thinks she's a real bad ass. Just as John Blade does. She's gonna be the first one in line for the reality checks imma be handin’ out startin’ at Dissension. Alicia Hixx is gonna find out real quick I ain't nothin’ like she seen before. I ain't nothin’ like nobody seen before. I know it and they gonna know it soon. Alicia Hixx can think highly of herself but once the bell rings? She gonna find out that next to me? She ain't nothing but a weak little bottom bitch.”
Again, Hannah nods along, although it's clear she is a bit shocked by the bluntness of her guest.
“Well, I'm sure Alicia will have something to say about that.”
“Oh do ya? Well la-tee-da!”
Jill does her best attempt at mock offence before rolling her eyes.
“The thing is, I don't care. Got it? I don't care wha she thinks of me er what I gotta say ‘bout her or anythin’ else for that matter. She can hate me, they usually all do eventually. Makes it all the more sweet when I put ‘em in their place.”
“I see. Well, as I mentioned earlier, you are not just facing Alicia Hixx. You are also facing former Spotlight Champion, Mason Moore.”
“Oh my!”
Jill puts her right hand over her mouth in a sarcastic gasp.
“Am I supposed to be worried about the meathead? I mean, is it supposed to worry me hat he recently failed and lost his Spotlight Championship?”
“Well, I'm in no place to say, either way. However, Moore is also a member of the successful group known as the Midnight Horsemen.”
Jill laughs. Something Hannah questions with an irk of her eyebrow.
“Don't get me wrong, the Horsemen have been solid for the better part of the last year. It's just...well…
Mason Moore is like the George Harrison of the group. Sure, we all know he's in the group, but does anyone really care?
Let me answer that one for ya...nope! He's just kinda...there. The juice monkey for backup. Not a big surprise really...that's all he's good for...don't want him thinkin’ too much now!”
Hannah awkwardly shifts in her chair.
“You trying to get under Moore’s skin with those comments?”
“Nah Hailey, not at all. I'm just tellin’ it like it is. I wouldn't wanna be under Moore’s anythin’. He was voted slightly more attractive than that freakshow with a dad bod...what wuzzit? Hinklestein?”
Hannah shakes her head at Jill, perhaps a little taken back by how brash she really is.
“It's Hannah. And I think you mean Hammerstein.”
“Yeah, that numbnuts. It's like I said though, the big lug ain't nothin’. Pick things up an’ put em’ down. Don't have a single thought past his workout. He rides the coat tails of a group. That don't impress me one bit.
He ain't nothin’ but a bitch.”
Again, Hannah seems a little uncomfortable as she stands.
“Ok…
I think that's good for now. Thanks Jill.”
Jill barely nods at Hannah and then exits. Almost the second she is out the door. He phone rings. It was her agent, Todd.
“Todd. What do you want?”
She sounded annoyed.
“You need to stop this, Jill.”
“Stop wha?”
“Stop alienating everyone. You are going to talk yourself into a corner.”
“Oh, Todd. Don't come at me with that morality shit. You knew how I was long ago and you should also know it ain't never gonna change bruv. I tell it like people don't wanna hear it. Maybe that gets people's panties in a bunch but do I look like I care? Sound like I care? Nah.”
An audible sigh from Todd on the other end.
“Come and see me.”
“Nah man. I'm gonna head back to my hotel and get drunk. See what happens from there. PEACE.”
Jill laughs as she ends the call, and shuts her phone off. Knowing how much that bothered her agent. She continues to laugh as she walks down the hall, and the scene fades to black.
