Post by illjill on Jan 11, 2018 14:35:34 GMT -5
A forceful thud.
And another.
And another.
“Fuck!”
The scene opens inside a gym. Centrally located in the gym is a ring. Jill Park, in bright pink wrestling trunks and halter top, spars with a local wrestler. He continually takes her over with arm drags. He locks in a front facelock. She tries to lift him, but she doesn't have the strength to lift the larger opponent. She tries pushing him back; no dice. He quickly transitions into a rear waistlock and before she knows it, Jill is sent flying backward through the air with a German Suplex, landing hard on her neck. He lifts her up, and without warning, Jill ducks underneath his arm, spins him around, and corks him right on the jaw with an elbow strike.
He goes down like a tonne of bricks. Jill shakes off a cramp in her arm and she looks down at her sparring partner.
He was out cold.
Another man runs in, he appears to be the ‘coach’. He instructs Jill to leave the ring as he attempts to bring his wrestler back to the realm of consciousness. Jill seems indifferent as she walks back to her locker. As she opens it, she sense a presence behind her. As she turns, she groans at who she sees.
“Ugh, Todd. Really? Didn't you lecture me enough this week?”
“Don't get me wrong, Jill. That was one hell of an elbow strike. But...you really have to be more careful.”
“Oh yeah? An’ why’s that?”
“You're already getting a reputation. And it's not a favourable one.”
Jill sarcastically gasps and places her hands on her cheeks.
“So?”
Todd shakes his head. He looks like he's going to say something else, but Jill cuts him off.
“Listen up, boy. I don't give a shit what a buncha knuckleheads think of me, ya hear? Hell, I don't really give a crap what you have to say, much less anyone else. I've always said I ain't lookin’ fo no friends in this sport, or in this life. I don't need ‘em. I like being offensive.
I know ya may not totally understan’ that but it's how it is. I like seeing the shock in people's faces when I tell ‘em where they can go. When I tell ‘rn I'm gonna beat they ass and then go out an’ do exactly that. They cry and cry an’ it keeps me goin’.
That's what I don't think ya really get, Todd. Consequences don't mean jack to me. I said it before. The world bends to mah will. It's jus how it is. It ain't a silly slogan or motto, it's the truth. NGW ‘bout ta learn real soon when I take out a bottom bitch and a juice monkey in my debut.”
Todd shakes his head, but ultimately, says nothing.
“I get ya point of view, Todd. But it's way off base. I'm unrefined. I get that. People don't expect it when they see mah face. But that ain't never gonna change and neither am I. I know who I am, Todd. People’ve always had higher expectations fo me. Always expected my to do something greater than I have. But that's always been the case, no matter what accomplishments I get under mah belt. It jus don't matter. Imma do me, and the hatahs gon hate. That's what they do. They don't know me so they can blow me. They gonna witness me climb to the top. Am I gonna step on toes ta get there? Ya damn right I am. That's my way, Todd. It don't matter what others think of me, because really, I live for their hissy fits and tantrums. They can take to twitter all they want and whine and complain like the snowflakes they are, or they can accept the reality which I clearly spell ouit for ‘em
Jill freakin’ Park. All day long.”
Jill pats a confused looking Todd on the back as she passes him on her way out of the gym.
And another.
And another.
“Fuck!”
The scene opens inside a gym. Centrally located in the gym is a ring. Jill Park, in bright pink wrestling trunks and halter top, spars with a local wrestler. He continually takes her over with arm drags. He locks in a front facelock. She tries to lift him, but she doesn't have the strength to lift the larger opponent. She tries pushing him back; no dice. He quickly transitions into a rear waistlock and before she knows it, Jill is sent flying backward through the air with a German Suplex, landing hard on her neck. He lifts her up, and without warning, Jill ducks underneath his arm, spins him around, and corks him right on the jaw with an elbow strike.
He goes down like a tonne of bricks. Jill shakes off a cramp in her arm and she looks down at her sparring partner.
He was out cold.
Another man runs in, he appears to be the ‘coach’. He instructs Jill to leave the ring as he attempts to bring his wrestler back to the realm of consciousness. Jill seems indifferent as she walks back to her locker. As she opens it, she sense a presence behind her. As she turns, she groans at who she sees.
“Ugh, Todd. Really? Didn't you lecture me enough this week?”
“Don't get me wrong, Jill. That was one hell of an elbow strike. But...you really have to be more careful.”
“Oh yeah? An’ why’s that?”
“You're already getting a reputation. And it's not a favourable one.”
Jill sarcastically gasps and places her hands on her cheeks.
“So?”
Todd shakes his head. He looks like he's going to say something else, but Jill cuts him off.
“Listen up, boy. I don't give a shit what a buncha knuckleheads think of me, ya hear? Hell, I don't really give a crap what you have to say, much less anyone else. I've always said I ain't lookin’ fo no friends in this sport, or in this life. I don't need ‘em. I like being offensive.
I know ya may not totally understan’ that but it's how it is. I like seeing the shock in people's faces when I tell ‘em where they can go. When I tell ‘rn I'm gonna beat they ass and then go out an’ do exactly that. They cry and cry an’ it keeps me goin’.
That's what I don't think ya really get, Todd. Consequences don't mean jack to me. I said it before. The world bends to mah will. It's jus how it is. It ain't a silly slogan or motto, it's the truth. NGW ‘bout ta learn real soon when I take out a bottom bitch and a juice monkey in my debut.”
Todd shakes his head, but ultimately, says nothing.
“I get ya point of view, Todd. But it's way off base. I'm unrefined. I get that. People don't expect it when they see mah face. But that ain't never gonna change and neither am I. I know who I am, Todd. People’ve always had higher expectations fo me. Always expected my to do something greater than I have. But that's always been the case, no matter what accomplishments I get under mah belt. It jus don't matter. Imma do me, and the hatahs gon hate. That's what they do. They don't know me so they can blow me. They gonna witness me climb to the top. Am I gonna step on toes ta get there? Ya damn right I am. That's my way, Todd. It don't matter what others think of me, because really, I live for their hissy fits and tantrums. They can take to twitter all they want and whine and complain like the snowflakes they are, or they can accept the reality which I clearly spell ouit for ‘em
Jill freakin’ Park. All day long.”
Jill pats a confused looking Todd on the back as she passes him on her way out of the gym.
