That's what snowflakes do.

Jill Park groaned as she looked across the table. Thanks to her agent, Todd Hawkins, she was in the midst of a podcast interview. She loathed interviews, and this one was no exception. In fact, there was something about the entire podcast medium that got under her skin. So, she wasn't in the greatest of moods upon arrival.

“So…” The sweaty palmed host began, almost seeming intimidated by the woman before him.

“Ms. Park. At NGW Dissension in Madrid, Spain, you make your NGW debut against Alicia Hixx and Mason Moore. There has already been some chatter between you and Moore. A lot of insults thrown back and forth.

What is your take on your back and forth with the former Spotlight Champion?”

Jill smirks, leaning over the table towards the host, whom she hadn't bothered learning the name of.

“Quite frankly...Mitchell Moore is a bumbling idiot.”

“It's Mason, actually.”

“Whatever.” Her tone implied that she couldn't give less of a shit.

“Okay. What makes you think this?”

“His words?” She shrugs.

“Okay. Could you be more specific.”

“Ugh.” She sighed.

“He thinks I am gonna just lay back and let him steamroll me like I'm his cheap girlfriend. But like I've already said to the big oaf, it ain't gonna happen. He has his Neanderthal-esque theory that because he's larger, his is gonna win. Despite hundreds of example in this very sport to prove that don't mean a damn.”

“I see. So, you feel underestimated by him?”

“Well duh.” She rolls her eyes. “Men like Mitchell don't get it. They think they can cruise through life cause they got some extra upper body strength that not everybody has. That, somehow, that makes up for a lack of talent or capability upstairs.” She smirked slightly as she points to her head.

“Again. It's Mason Moore.”

“Again. I don't care.” She used a mocking tone.

The host shuffled around, seeming to be flustered with his guest’s lackluster effort in the interview.

“Are you calling Mason Moore stupid?”[/color]

“DING DING DING!”

“I don't advise using such words against a man the calibre of Moore.”

“Well, I don't advise the use of that shitty tie you have on, but here we are.”

“You don't really care about anything, do you?”

Jill shrugs. She looks tired.

“Not really. That's kinda the thing that nobody seems to really get. I just don't give a damn. I don't give a damn if some meathead thinks he is gonna throw me around like he does his cheap girlfriend. Like some loser mark. I may be new, but I ain't green. Ya feel me, son?

And listen, this ain't entirely about Mason. I would be willin’ to bet that Hixx shares his sentiment. It seems to be a real popular theme when people confront me. I'm just a spoiled brat with a princess complex. Amirite? I've heard it all. I'm just a tiny little girl that Mason is gonna throw around and gain some momentum. That's what this match is for, right? Just give the big lug an easy W before he has a little hissy fit for losing his Championship to...wait for it...a woman. So Mason can run his little mouth all day long on twitter an elsewhere ‘bout how easy its gon be. About how he’s gonna unleash all his frustration on me and Hixx. It's all a buncha macho BS. The fact he lost his Spotlight Championship isn't a reason he's gonna win the Triple Threat, it's more proof of what everyone already knows. Mason Moore is a loser.

He joined the Midnight Horsemen so he could have someone’s coat tails to ride off of. Because that is the only...I repeat: the only way anyone would know who Mason Moore is. That hasn't changed. It won't change. The only thing anyone knows about him is just that. Horsemen. And now that that is basically disintegrating from the inside? That's just about the end for the big lug, isn't it?

Aww. Poor Mason.” She makes a crying motion with her hands by her eyes. The host doesn't know what to make of it.

“I don't got no personal problems with ‘em, but come on. Let's call a spade a spade. Mason Moore isn't some strong, scary monster. He's a loser. That ain't gonna change at Dissension. He's gonna lose again. So he can step aside and let a winner pass ‘em by. I am the future of this business. I know people say that all the time, but trust me on that, boo boo. I'm gonna turn this company on it's head. Run it like ya never seen. Bitch, I will run this ish. ‘Cause I am Jill Park. I am ya illness, and ya cure. I am lit AF. Nobody bring it like the Park dame. ‘An once I prove that to Mini Barry Bonds ovah there, y’all gon be forced to recognize these words as gospel truth.

Ya, talk is cheap. I unnastan’ that. But I also unnastan’ that once Dissension comes up and I walk the walk? Then all the hatah’s that dismiss me, well...they will be all but silenced. They ain't gonna talk ill of me, cause that's what I am. ILL. JILL. PARK.”

Jill looks to be in better spirits now, almost like she got an adrenaline rush of giving a crap.

“We must not forget, though. Despite you and Alicia Hixx sharing very little time talking of each other, you will still need to face one another in this match as well. Thoughts?”

“Man, it don't even matter. One opponent, two, three, four, whatever. It don't matter. NGW can line ‘em up, and I'll knock ‘em down. It's just that simple. I ain't playin’, and I ain't hatin’. Imma be me. It's real. The rest of the crew can just deal with it, and got a slap in the damn mouth. I'm mouthy. I'm loud. I'm obnoxious. Bitch, I know this. It's the whole fun of bein’ me. Once I win at Dissension, ya can see two more snowflakes whinin’ and cryin’.

Cause that's what snowflakes do.”[/i]