Post by amyzing on Feb 27, 2015 16:52:04 GMT -6
As night begins to fall on the city of Topeka, Kansas, host to the second Tragic Engagement pay-per-view, people are still milling about the city. However, some people are hard at work. One person hard at work is in the gym of her hotel, training for her match at the biggest pay-per-view of the UWA’s year, where it all started a year ago.
“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing lies on the floor, trying to catch her breath, holding a water bottle, sweat glistening on her face. She has had a long day of appearances to help promote the upcoming event, where she will face Vince Jones. Now, she has been hitting the gym rather hard, trying to maintain her condition for what should be a tremendous match between two former champions.
She sits up slowly, taking a drink from the bottle in her hand and seemingly getting lost in thought.
“I am a nice person, or at least I try to be, and people take it as I am weak.”
“I am not prone to insulting my opponent or bragging how much better I am than my opponents, and people see it a lack of passion.”
“I do not promise victory in every match I compete in, and people see it as me not having a drive to compete and to win.”
“I am not naturally a violent or overly aggressive person, and this prompts people seem to think I lack a killer instinct.”
She shakes her head and sighs, as if growing tired of hearing this repeatedly.
“Time and time again, I get pushed around or treated like a doormat because people seem to have it in their heads that I will not fight back. They seem to believe I will take their abuse with good humor, and I will not make a fuss or take action against them. And yet, every single time someone has done that to me, I go right after them, and then that person learns I am not weak, that I have passion, that I have the drive to compete and to win and they learn that I do possess a killer instinct.”
“If I did not have passion and drive, I would not continue to get up again and again, every time I am knocked down. And, if I am being honest, I do get knocked down a lot. But each and every single time I get knocked down, I get back up. As I have strength left in me, I will keep getting up each and every time I get knocked. If I did not have passion or drive, I would just lie in that ring every time I get knocked down and accept defeat. But I do not. I keep getting up. I will always get up.”
“If I did not have passion, the drive to compete and win, then I would not be here, in this business. I would be somewhere else, doing something different. I would not be going out to the ring night after night, competing and trying to win. But I am not out there for personal glory Vince. I go out there every night because I love hearing those people cheer. I love going out there and giving it everything I have to give them a show worth what they paid to see me and everyone else in the UWA wrestle. I do what I do because I love it and there is nothing I would rather be doing.”
“If I did not have a killer instinct, I would not have walked out to the ring a few weeks ago and kick you in the head Vince Jones. I know you didn’t see it coming. I know you didn’t think I had that in me. If I did not have a killer instinct, we would not be here, about to step into the ring at Tragic Engagement and I would not be planning to kick your head off.”
“And I really find that I do want to kick your head off Vince. I mean, obviously, I am not speaking literally. I doubt it is possible to actually physically kick someone’s head off their shoulders. At the most, I imagine I could do some kind of damage, like a sprain or some kind of injury to a muscle maybe. I imagine if I kick you in the head hard enough, I will do some sort of damage, not sure what exactly as I lack any medical training. . But I doubt anyone can hit someone hard enough to actually decapitate someone. I doubt I could. It may be possible in a comic or movie or some myth something along those lines, where people are strong enough to actually decapitate someone with a kick or a punch or something like that. But in real life, I do not think anyone has actually kicked someone’s head off their shoulders. I know I couldn’t. And even if I did, it would be rather disgusting, just muscle and blood everywhere, probably end up breaking my leg and that may be nasty as well. And then your head either rolls around the ring, which would be terrifying, or it flies off into the crowd and then they would probably freak out, and rightfully so, and panic and start running, and I may get arrested for murder, or involuntary manslaughter or something, and that would be bad for me. It’d be worse for you, because you’d be dead, but I really do not want to go to jail for decapitating you.”
Amy realizes she is just rambling now and stops talking. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
Amy stops to think for a moment.
“Where was I?”
She snaps her fingers as she recalls what she was talking about.
“Oh right, you, Vince Jones, and myself, stepping into the ring at Tragic Engagement.”
Setting the bottle down, Amy slowly gets to her feet. She starts to stretch out, trying to keep herself loose and prevent her muscles from cramping up.
“I know you didn’t expect us to get here, just like I know you didn’t expect me to walk out a few weeks ago and nail you with a Fenghuang Kick. No one expects it when I walk out and just kick them in the head. No one sees it coming, because no one seems to think I have it in me.”
“Most people in this business look at me and they see some nice, humble girl that they do not think has passion or drive or a killer instinct. And they see that, until I kick them in the head and they realize I have passion, drive and a killer instinct. They expect me to take whatever they do to me with a smile, good humor and just let it slide. They do not expect me to come at them and want a fight, to want to get them in the ring and try to kick their head off. You seemed somewhat surprised to end up in that situation.”
Lifting her arms above her head, “the Hong Kong Sensation” holds that position for a moment, stretching her body off, showing off her flat stomach.
“Just because I am nice and humble, it does not make me a doormat. Just because I do not come off as a violent, aggressive person, it does not mean I am not capable of being violent or aggressive. I am a fighter Vince. I have fought since I started wrestling. I fight because I am not the biggest, the strongest or the toughest person in wrestling, so I have to fight every time to prove I belong here, to prove I deserve to be here. And I will keep fighting.”
Amy lowers her arms, taking a more relaxed position as she stands.
“I will not hide or ignore the fact that you have beaten me once Vince. I am not going to deny it and I will not make excuses. The fact of the matter is that you did beat me. You managed to put me on my shoulders and that’s fine. I accept it happened. I have to accept it because I was there. It would be rather silly of me to ignore or deny the fact that you hold a victory over me when it was a one-on-one match. If it was a triple threat match, or a fourway match, or a six-pack challenge, where you would not have to pin me to win, or a tag team match where you pinned my partner, but not me, I could perhaps make some excuse, or express that you did not actually beat me based on the flimsy logic that I was not the one that was pinned, but those would still be losses, so the logic is not great. But I am willing to admit when I lost. I may not like it, but I am not going to deny it or make excuses. I never do. And yes, saying you cost me the North American Championship match against Ashley Kenyon a few weeks ago when you attacked may sound like an excuse or that I am blaming you for the loss, but I have no idea how that match would have ended. I do not know if I would have won or if I still would have lost. I am not saying the only reason I lost is because you cost me the match, but I think we can both agree that you attacking me was a big contributing factor to my loss.”
Amy realizes she is rambling again and stops talking. Again, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes again.
“I am not blaming you for my loss or costing me the match against Ashley Kenyon, Vince. As I said, I may have lost the match anyway, without you attacking me. No, we are here because you attacked me. Your issue was with Ashley, yet, rather than go after her or Bethany or Nikki, not that I would have wanted to see that happen mind you, yet you went after me in some strange attempt to send a message or make a statement, and I take that sort of thing rather personally.”
“So yes Vince, I decided to get payback and kick you in the head two weeks later. People are rather powerless against the pull of revenge and love, indeed, really the two most powerful emotional forces a person can experience. And I will admit that when I kicked you in the head I opted for revenge. I am human after all. And I am sure that when you would not be opposed to gaining payback for my kicking you. Revenge is something of a circle after all.”
“There is an old Chinese proverb, Vince, which says when on a mission of revenge, dig two graves. The idea is that you dig the grave for the person and for yourself. Revenge consumes like a fire. It eats away at people, becoming obsession and eventually consumes them. This hardly seems to be a matter of revenge, more like settling an issue that has arisen between us. I did not start this thing nor did I make it personal. You did Vince. And now you sit there and think that I, and the fact that I am here is a joke? I did not hear you laughing after I kicked you in the head a few weeks ago.”
For a moment Amy looks as though she said something offensive and seems to be a bit embarrassed about it.
“Sorry, that was mean.”
That moment, however, quickly passes.
“Actually, no, I am not going to apologize for that, because you did have it coming.”
Amy closes her hands into fits, squeezing a bit.
“Go ahead and underestimate me Vince. Assume that I am no threat to you. Doubt me. Believe that this will be the easiest match of your career and that you will not even break a sweat on Sunday. Hold tight to the theory that I do not belong here. Completely forget that I have managed to knock you out with a kick and focus only on the fact that, yes, you have beaten me once before. Enter Tragic Engagement completely, and absolutely confident that you will just steamroll over me with no effort. Ignore even the slightest possibility that I could actually beat you. That’s fine. I would actually be surprised if you were taking me seriously or as a threat.”
“The thing is I am used to being looked at as not having a change of winning. I have spent a career being the underdog, the long shot, the dark horse, the person get to hear her opponents tell her how innately superior they are to her and that she does not have a chance of winning only to pull off a victory when they least expect it.”
There is a sense of a defiant determination in her voice that is born of a desire to prove she is more than just an underdog and that the things Vince said or things about her are not true and she wants to prove him wrong.
“I personally do not care if you feel I am a threat to you. I do not care if you think I am a joke or that you believe I cannot beat you. I do not care what you think about me. I know I am not a joke. I know I belong her in the UWA. I do believe I can beat you. More importantly, I will have thousands of people inside the arena and millions more watching me, all of whom feel I am a threat to you, who do not think I am a joke, who believe I belong in the UWA, and who not only believe me capable of beating you, but will be cheering for me to accomplish that. They know that no matter what, as long as I have the strength to do so, I will keep getting up again and again.”
There is an uncharacteristic hint of anger in her voice, almost as if she feels insulted by the words and deeds of Vince Jones. This is not the first time she has been insulted in such a way or attacked, nor will it be the last most likely, but each time does get to her, able to break her usually calm demeanor, and sometimes, it ends badly for whoever did it. She seems to be trying to keep that calm though.
“So go ahead Vince, think that you have this match won before you even step foot in the ring. Maybe you do. Maybe we step into the ring and I go down with one punch. But you had best make sure that punch knocks me out, because you can knock me down, but as long as I still have those people cheering me on, as long as I have the strength of will to get back up, and as long as my body allows me to, I will keep getting up. I knocked you out once Vince Jones, and I know, and the millions of people who will be watching Tragic Engagement cheering me on, know that I am capable of doing it again, and this time, if it happens, I prove you wrong and prove that I can beat you.”
“Underestimate me like so many others have done. I am not going to lie, but a lot of people have told me I cannot beat them and they proved that statement true. However, about as many people have told me I cannot beat them, and out of nowhere, I beat them. One person constantly tells me that I could not beat them, and honestly, to my, and more than likely, her surprise, she has not been able to beat me so far in all the matches we have had. So go ahead Vince, underestimate me and believe that I cannot beat you, but do not make the mistake of counting me out until the match is over.”
“I believe I can beat you Vince. The thousands of people watching in the arena and the millions at home believe that I can beat you. They will cheer on the underdog. They will bet on the dark horse. And I am going to do absolutely everything in my power to give them the win they want to see.”
“You may think I am a joke Vince, but I am going to make sure our match at Tragic Engagement is nothing to joke about. Win, lose or draw, I will give those people cheering me on everything I have with the goal of kicking your head off. I am going to show you and all the people watching me and cheering me on why I am simply Amy Zing.”
With a sudden burst of speed, Amy throws out a few kicks, high kick, low kick, roundhouse, reverse roundhouse, all with surprising speed and power. Yet, despite that, she seems oddly disappointed, as if she could to better.
“I would wish you good luck, but I really do not feel a need to be polite to you at the moment. See you Sunday at Tragic Engagement Vince.”
The scene slowly fades out as Amy keeps throwing out kicks, with a driven and determined look on her face.
“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing lies on the floor, trying to catch her breath, holding a water bottle, sweat glistening on her face. She has had a long day of appearances to help promote the upcoming event, where she will face Vince Jones. Now, she has been hitting the gym rather hard, trying to maintain her condition for what should be a tremendous match between two former champions.
She sits up slowly, taking a drink from the bottle in her hand and seemingly getting lost in thought.
“I am a nice person, or at least I try to be, and people take it as I am weak.”
“I am not prone to insulting my opponent or bragging how much better I am than my opponents, and people see it a lack of passion.”
“I do not promise victory in every match I compete in, and people see it as me not having a drive to compete and to win.”
“I am not naturally a violent or overly aggressive person, and this prompts people seem to think I lack a killer instinct.”
She shakes her head and sighs, as if growing tired of hearing this repeatedly.
“Time and time again, I get pushed around or treated like a doormat because people seem to have it in their heads that I will not fight back. They seem to believe I will take their abuse with good humor, and I will not make a fuss or take action against them. And yet, every single time someone has done that to me, I go right after them, and then that person learns I am not weak, that I have passion, that I have the drive to compete and to win and they learn that I do possess a killer instinct.”
“If I did not have passion and drive, I would not continue to get up again and again, every time I am knocked down. And, if I am being honest, I do get knocked down a lot. But each and every single time I get knocked down, I get back up. As I have strength left in me, I will keep getting up each and every time I get knocked. If I did not have passion or drive, I would just lie in that ring every time I get knocked down and accept defeat. But I do not. I keep getting up. I will always get up.”
“If I did not have passion, the drive to compete and win, then I would not be here, in this business. I would be somewhere else, doing something different. I would not be going out to the ring night after night, competing and trying to win. But I am not out there for personal glory Vince. I go out there every night because I love hearing those people cheer. I love going out there and giving it everything I have to give them a show worth what they paid to see me and everyone else in the UWA wrestle. I do what I do because I love it and there is nothing I would rather be doing.”
“If I did not have a killer instinct, I would not have walked out to the ring a few weeks ago and kick you in the head Vince Jones. I know you didn’t see it coming. I know you didn’t think I had that in me. If I did not have a killer instinct, we would not be here, about to step into the ring at Tragic Engagement and I would not be planning to kick your head off.”
“And I really find that I do want to kick your head off Vince. I mean, obviously, I am not speaking literally. I doubt it is possible to actually physically kick someone’s head off their shoulders. At the most, I imagine I could do some kind of damage, like a sprain or some kind of injury to a muscle maybe. I imagine if I kick you in the head hard enough, I will do some sort of damage, not sure what exactly as I lack any medical training. . But I doubt anyone can hit someone hard enough to actually decapitate someone. I doubt I could. It may be possible in a comic or movie or some myth something along those lines, where people are strong enough to actually decapitate someone with a kick or a punch or something like that. But in real life, I do not think anyone has actually kicked someone’s head off their shoulders. I know I couldn’t. And even if I did, it would be rather disgusting, just muscle and blood everywhere, probably end up breaking my leg and that may be nasty as well. And then your head either rolls around the ring, which would be terrifying, or it flies off into the crowd and then they would probably freak out, and rightfully so, and panic and start running, and I may get arrested for murder, or involuntary manslaughter or something, and that would be bad for me. It’d be worse for you, because you’d be dead, but I really do not want to go to jail for decapitating you.”
Amy realizes she is just rambling now and stops talking. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
Amy stops to think for a moment.
“Where was I?”
She snaps her fingers as she recalls what she was talking about.
“Oh right, you, Vince Jones, and myself, stepping into the ring at Tragic Engagement.”
Setting the bottle down, Amy slowly gets to her feet. She starts to stretch out, trying to keep herself loose and prevent her muscles from cramping up.
“I know you didn’t expect us to get here, just like I know you didn’t expect me to walk out a few weeks ago and nail you with a Fenghuang Kick. No one expects it when I walk out and just kick them in the head. No one sees it coming, because no one seems to think I have it in me.”
“Most people in this business look at me and they see some nice, humble girl that they do not think has passion or drive or a killer instinct. And they see that, until I kick them in the head and they realize I have passion, drive and a killer instinct. They expect me to take whatever they do to me with a smile, good humor and just let it slide. They do not expect me to come at them and want a fight, to want to get them in the ring and try to kick their head off. You seemed somewhat surprised to end up in that situation.”
Lifting her arms above her head, “the Hong Kong Sensation” holds that position for a moment, stretching her body off, showing off her flat stomach.
“Just because I am nice and humble, it does not make me a doormat. Just because I do not come off as a violent, aggressive person, it does not mean I am not capable of being violent or aggressive. I am a fighter Vince. I have fought since I started wrestling. I fight because I am not the biggest, the strongest or the toughest person in wrestling, so I have to fight every time to prove I belong here, to prove I deserve to be here. And I will keep fighting.”
Amy lowers her arms, taking a more relaxed position as she stands.
“I will not hide or ignore the fact that you have beaten me once Vince. I am not going to deny it and I will not make excuses. The fact of the matter is that you did beat me. You managed to put me on my shoulders and that’s fine. I accept it happened. I have to accept it because I was there. It would be rather silly of me to ignore or deny the fact that you hold a victory over me when it was a one-on-one match. If it was a triple threat match, or a fourway match, or a six-pack challenge, where you would not have to pin me to win, or a tag team match where you pinned my partner, but not me, I could perhaps make some excuse, or express that you did not actually beat me based on the flimsy logic that I was not the one that was pinned, but those would still be losses, so the logic is not great. But I am willing to admit when I lost. I may not like it, but I am not going to deny it or make excuses. I never do. And yes, saying you cost me the North American Championship match against Ashley Kenyon a few weeks ago when you attacked may sound like an excuse or that I am blaming you for the loss, but I have no idea how that match would have ended. I do not know if I would have won or if I still would have lost. I am not saying the only reason I lost is because you cost me the match, but I think we can both agree that you attacking me was a big contributing factor to my loss.”
Amy realizes she is rambling again and stops talking. Again, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes again.
“I am not blaming you for my loss or costing me the match against Ashley Kenyon, Vince. As I said, I may have lost the match anyway, without you attacking me. No, we are here because you attacked me. Your issue was with Ashley, yet, rather than go after her or Bethany or Nikki, not that I would have wanted to see that happen mind you, yet you went after me in some strange attempt to send a message or make a statement, and I take that sort of thing rather personally.”
“So yes Vince, I decided to get payback and kick you in the head two weeks later. People are rather powerless against the pull of revenge and love, indeed, really the two most powerful emotional forces a person can experience. And I will admit that when I kicked you in the head I opted for revenge. I am human after all. And I am sure that when you would not be opposed to gaining payback for my kicking you. Revenge is something of a circle after all.”
“There is an old Chinese proverb, Vince, which says when on a mission of revenge, dig two graves. The idea is that you dig the grave for the person and for yourself. Revenge consumes like a fire. It eats away at people, becoming obsession and eventually consumes them. This hardly seems to be a matter of revenge, more like settling an issue that has arisen between us. I did not start this thing nor did I make it personal. You did Vince. And now you sit there and think that I, and the fact that I am here is a joke? I did not hear you laughing after I kicked you in the head a few weeks ago.”
For a moment Amy looks as though she said something offensive and seems to be a bit embarrassed about it.
“Sorry, that was mean.”
That moment, however, quickly passes.
“Actually, no, I am not going to apologize for that, because you did have it coming.”
Amy closes her hands into fits, squeezing a bit.
“Go ahead and underestimate me Vince. Assume that I am no threat to you. Doubt me. Believe that this will be the easiest match of your career and that you will not even break a sweat on Sunday. Hold tight to the theory that I do not belong here. Completely forget that I have managed to knock you out with a kick and focus only on the fact that, yes, you have beaten me once before. Enter Tragic Engagement completely, and absolutely confident that you will just steamroll over me with no effort. Ignore even the slightest possibility that I could actually beat you. That’s fine. I would actually be surprised if you were taking me seriously or as a threat.”
“The thing is I am used to being looked at as not having a change of winning. I have spent a career being the underdog, the long shot, the dark horse, the person get to hear her opponents tell her how innately superior they are to her and that she does not have a chance of winning only to pull off a victory when they least expect it.”
There is a sense of a defiant determination in her voice that is born of a desire to prove she is more than just an underdog and that the things Vince said or things about her are not true and she wants to prove him wrong.
“I personally do not care if you feel I am a threat to you. I do not care if you think I am a joke or that you believe I cannot beat you. I do not care what you think about me. I know I am not a joke. I know I belong her in the UWA. I do believe I can beat you. More importantly, I will have thousands of people inside the arena and millions more watching me, all of whom feel I am a threat to you, who do not think I am a joke, who believe I belong in the UWA, and who not only believe me capable of beating you, but will be cheering for me to accomplish that. They know that no matter what, as long as I have the strength to do so, I will keep getting up again and again.”
There is an uncharacteristic hint of anger in her voice, almost as if she feels insulted by the words and deeds of Vince Jones. This is not the first time she has been insulted in such a way or attacked, nor will it be the last most likely, but each time does get to her, able to break her usually calm demeanor, and sometimes, it ends badly for whoever did it. She seems to be trying to keep that calm though.
“So go ahead Vince, think that you have this match won before you even step foot in the ring. Maybe you do. Maybe we step into the ring and I go down with one punch. But you had best make sure that punch knocks me out, because you can knock me down, but as long as I still have those people cheering me on, as long as I have the strength of will to get back up, and as long as my body allows me to, I will keep getting up. I knocked you out once Vince Jones, and I know, and the millions of people who will be watching Tragic Engagement cheering me on, know that I am capable of doing it again, and this time, if it happens, I prove you wrong and prove that I can beat you.”
“Underestimate me like so many others have done. I am not going to lie, but a lot of people have told me I cannot beat them and they proved that statement true. However, about as many people have told me I cannot beat them, and out of nowhere, I beat them. One person constantly tells me that I could not beat them, and honestly, to my, and more than likely, her surprise, she has not been able to beat me so far in all the matches we have had. So go ahead Vince, underestimate me and believe that I cannot beat you, but do not make the mistake of counting me out until the match is over.”
“I believe I can beat you Vince. The thousands of people watching in the arena and the millions at home believe that I can beat you. They will cheer on the underdog. They will bet on the dark horse. And I am going to do absolutely everything in my power to give them the win they want to see.”
“You may think I am a joke Vince, but I am going to make sure our match at Tragic Engagement is nothing to joke about. Win, lose or draw, I will give those people cheering me on everything I have with the goal of kicking your head off. I am going to show you and all the people watching me and cheering me on why I am simply Amy Zing.”
With a sudden burst of speed, Amy throws out a few kicks, high kick, low kick, roundhouse, reverse roundhouse, all with surprising speed and power. Yet, despite that, she seems oddly disappointed, as if she could to better.
“I would wish you good luck, but I really do not feel a need to be polite to you at the moment. See you Sunday at Tragic Engagement Vince.”
The scene slowly fades out as Amy keeps throwing out kicks, with a driven and determined look on her face.