Post by amyzing on Jun 12, 2015 15:24:45 GMT -6
An MP3 Player sits on a nightstand next to a phone and a green lamp with a white shade.
Talking bout me,
Oh so softly,
You say I can't explain
I'll make it happen,
No distraction,
You know I can't be tamed
One mind can beat a million,
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission,
Damn you, I will succeed
Away from my prize,
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything,
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
Don't tell me rules,
I ain't your fool,
I live by my own code
Spark the fire of my desire
And make my dreams explode
I do just what I want to
Because I know it's right
Don't tell me I can't make it,
Won’t die without a fight
Away from my prize
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
One mind can beat a million,
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission,
Damn you, I will succeed
Away from my prize
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
A finger presses a button on the MP3 Player, turning the device off. The camera moves back to reveal “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing sitting on the bed of her hotel room in Louisiana with her legs crossed and left hand on her knees with her palms up and open. She moves her right hand back and places it on her knee. Her breathing is slow and rhythmic as she mediates.
Amy has just gotten into town from her home in California. She’s had a rather full day of travel and has a busy weekend ahead of her. Now she sits in her hotel room in a pair of shorts and a tank top with the AC on to deal with the heat and humidity. The room is nice, but doesn’t look expensive. There is a second bed, but she doesn’t seem to have a roommate.
“So, the first time I heard that song, I was in a car with a few friends and one of the said “That song is so you”. And I didn’t think it was, but I listened to it a second time and I had to admit that it really was. I played it for a few people I knew who knew me, and even they agreed that it was me. It was not like someone in the back told me they found a great song for me and sent me out to the ring with me not knowing what was about to play or they just told me it was to be my song. I asked and they seemed to think it worked for me well enough for me to use it.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation opens her eyes, but still remains seated.
“It really is hard to find a song that works for me. It really is. I think that can kind of be said for a lot of wrestlers in the business. Although, I find it kind of humorous that many people in the UWA have a song that is also their name, like K.I.S.S. or the Cornbread Mafia, and even when Shawn and Cameron are not wrestling as a team, their songs match their nicknames. For a long time, I used Rhianna’s “Wait Your Turn”, which sort of worked for me, but really didn’t work as well as I would have liked it to have. Then after that song, I opted to use “Roar” by Katy Perry, which really did work rather well for me, but I couldn’t use it here as it was Aerynn Donnelly’s music. I suppose I could use it if she changed songs, but then it would be rather confusing if I came out to it. Everyone would see me and wonder where Aerynn Donnelly was or why she was suddenly Asian or something, so I could not use it unfortunately. And then, when I came here, I started to use “Fearless” by Olivia Holt. It sort of worked. I heard it on a Disney movie I was watching with my niece, Girl Meets Monster or Girl versus Monster or something like that, and the song worked pretty good for me. But “Unstoppable” really does fit me. And, again, it’s really hard to find a song that just works. I mean there is a song that you may like, but doesn’t work for you. For an example, I love the song “Let It Go” from Frozen, more the one in the movie as sung by Elsa than the Demi Lovato version, but there was no way it worked for me as the music I enter the ring to. Disney probably wouldn’t let us use it either, and everyone loves Disney songs. They are very memorable. I like the songs from Bond movies, but I am not walking out to the ring to something like “Goldfinger”, or “Skyfall”, or “The Spy Who Loved Me” or another song from that series. And there are a ton of songs I am sure that I like that would not work as my music. And I am sure that it is similar for many wrestlers.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly as she tries to regain her train of thought. She opens her eyes.
“The thing about it, Lacey, is that the song really does perfectly fit me because it’s me.”
Amy uncrosses her legs, stretching them out in front of her and then stretches her arms. She is barefoot.
“I do honestly believe that one mind can change one million. I walk out to the ring and I hear people cheer me and see fans holding up signs reading “Amy’s gonna kick your head off”, or “She’s Simply Amy Zing”, and I hear them chant “Let’s Go Amy”, “We Want Amy” or just “Amy Zing” and each and every single time I am blown away. It amazes me every single time how people have rallied behind me and supported me.”
“I never set out to be a hero. I never set out to be a role model. I am just a girl from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China she who dreamed of being a wrestler and went for it. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that people would support me and cheer me like they do. I just walked out, tried to be humble, respectful and positive, never giving up and never backing down from a fight, and just giving it everything I have to chase my dream of being a wrestler. I never expected my career to be at the point it is, or to accomplish what I have accomplished. It’s beyond what I imagined I would do.”
“One mind can change one million, Lacey. I never dreamed or imagined I would inspire people to keep on struggling and strive for their dreams. I never imagined I would inspire anyone. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a child tell you that you are their hero and they want to grow up to be like you? No, I cannot imagine you have any idea what that feels like, and that’s sad. I never set out to be a hero or a role model Lacey. I never set out to be the one mind that can change millions, but maybe, just maybe if I try to be, I can inspire others to be in my stead.”
Slowly, Amy gets to her feet and stretches, arching her back as she pulls her up above her head. She pulls her arms apart and stretches them.
“Who have you inspired? Who have you had an impact on in your life? Because I know it was not me. All we’ve seen from you is occasionally whispering into Silver Baron’s ear you’ve not exactly inspired him. And I honestly have no idea why he is even bothering to listen to you. Then again, I have no idea why it seems like everyone hangs out in his establishment. Seriously, it is like everyone has nowhere else to go. I am not judging, just find it odd. Hopefully, with Fraser Freeman back, Silver Baron and he will team again and the Sin City Knights will ride again.”
“Before Cataclysm, you were ripping off that Ragnarok group, going on about being held back and kept down, but while they hid behind the lie that they were doing it for everyone to change the UWA, you were just selfish, focused on yourself and your own career. Now, you act like you’re better than everyone, like you are a legend, like Vince Jones or Sang Réal. And really, to be honest, you’re hardly the first wrestling biker. You just sort of copy an attitude and go with it, but mix it with arrogance. You may be a better wrestler than me Lacey, but I think you are a terrible person.”
Amy runs her fingers through her long, dark hair and lets it slide through her fingers and down on her back.
“You thought Cataclysm would be this huge win that would launch you to the heights of the UWA. Has it? Clearly it has, because you’ve stopped talking about how you are being held back and kept down and just gone on about how great you are like Vince Jones and Sang Réal.”
“Yes, Lacey, you are good, but honestly, I find you to be an arrogant, selfish, self-centered bitch who is only concerned about herself. You won the UWA Television Championship, and no one seems to really care that you did. I lost the UWA Television Championship and I am still as popular as I ever was. So how exactly did your grand ambitions work out for you? Because I may have lost the title and a few matches, but you do not see me breaking. I am still the same person I was before our match, just a few pounds lighter because I don’t have a title yet.”
Amy rolls her neck.
“I do honestly believe one chance is all I need. One chance is all I need to kick your head off and become a two-time Television Champion. But the difference between us is that I do not need that title to know I matter, Lacey. I know I matter because I have arena after arena cheering for me, holding up signs, chanting my name. I have children wanting to meet me, wanting to be me, and it still shocks me, and deeply honors me that I am somehow, their hero. You need that title because it seems like you see that the title is the only thing that gives your career meaning. Without that title, you are nothing. You spent weeks telling everyone who would listen how you were going to take it from me and you did just that. But what happens when you lose it? What happens to Lacey Roberts when she is no longer Television Champion?”
“As of Monday Night Mayhem, you will have held that title for 175 days. My record was only 119 days, 56 days less than yours. You are officially the longest reigning UWA Television Champion in history. I think only Ashley Kenyon has held the North American Championship about the same length of time. That belt is your identity Lacey. Whether or not you want to admit it, you need to retain the Television Championship a lot more than I need to win it, but at the same time, you still need the win, because how else will you prove you’re better than me unless you pin me in that ring?”
“You can’t.”
A look of determination flashes in Amy’s eyes. She moves around a bit to get herself loosened up after sitting still for awhile.
““You’ll never break me.” You didn’t break me at Cataclysm. You didn’t break me like you said you would. I walked into that match Amy Zing and I walked out of that match still Amy Zing. I am the same person I was before I won the title, and I will be the same person if I regain the title. You did not break me. You cannot break me. You will not break me.”
“I refuse to be broken. I refuse to give up. You can beat me down. You can pin me. You can insult me. But you will never, ever, break me, Lacey. You failed at Cataclysm. Yes, you won the title, but you did not break me. You did not change my world view. If I am really honest with myself Lacey, while your words did get to me, they were not the harshest words I have ever heard. They were harsh and insulting, but not the harshest. You’re hardly my greatest rival.”
“Kaylyn James Evans, one of the toughest, one of the best I have ever been in the ring with ran me down again and again and again. She told me how superior she was to me. She kept telling me how she would dominate me in the ring. She told me how I was nothing compared to her and she would snap me like a twig. And this is KJE, “the Perfect Ten”, one of the best there is. She’s never beaten me. I don’t know how, but she has never been able to beat me. By all rights, she should have beaten me every time we faced each other, but she has never beaten me. I consider her a rival, and I want her to come back to the UWA so we can wrestle again and maybe she can get the win I somehow keep denying her. And yet, every single time she loses to me and we meet again, she still goes on about how much better she is than me. She doesn’t cry about it or let it shatter her world view. She gets up and she comes back for more.”
“Young Mannie basically told me to give up my career to become one of his pimp uncle’s prostitutes, long before you thought it was a clever remark about in an attempt to prove how much superior to me you are. He did it because he’s an arrogant asshole. He abducted my parents, and every time I went after him, he hid behind Sienna Harrison, a general manager who wanted to make Young a star, or his hired bodyguard like a pathetic, sniveling coward. When our feud began, I dug two graves, took my jian, cut my hand open and bleed on the graves. I hated that guy. I have never hated anyone in my life until Young Mannie. This was a blood oath of revenge, and he did everything in his power, all 6 foot plus, over 300 pounds of it, to keep himself safe from me getting to him. But I managed to kick his damn head off once and it felt so good. Still, her annoyed me more than you.”
“I don’t know what I did to piss off Sienna Harrison, but she really did not like me. Maybe it was because I was more popular than her hand picked stars or maybe I was still in wrestling while she had already retired from in ring competition or maybe she just needed someone to randomly have an issue with to prove something to herself? Whatever the reason, she developed an issue with me. I did get to beat her up and kick her head off, but I will admit she got me back helping Robina beat me in a match. We wrestled once, and I beat her, but she was still more a rival than you.”
“You think the match we had a Cataclysm, a major UWA pay-per-view, was an all out fight? Robina Hood and I had more intense matches on regular television shows than that. You and had a few matches and one war. Robina and I never had matches, only wars. We went to the ring with the goal of destroying each other. You and I do not have that Robina. For you, it was always about the title. For me, it was just another match against another opponent. This match we have at Mayhem may be a bit more significant as it is now about redemption for me, and your remaining a champion. But, for Robina and I, it was all about pride and a strong dislike that eventually grew into respect, because we had been through war after war after war. She will always be my greatest, and my toughest rival. I would love to see her come to the UWA because I would love one more match with her. I respect her as both a person and an athlete because she pulled herself up from nothing and even though she was Sienna Harrison’s chosen one, she never needed help to be a champion, and she never complained or acted like a loss was the worst thing to happen to her. She is, and still remains my greatest rival.”
For a moment, she seems lost in memory, and then, something unexpected happens. “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing starts to giggle.
“You think you broke me?”
That giggle soon then turns into laughter. It is a pure, joyous, yet somehow mocking laughter.
“You, Lacey Roberts, think you broke me, Amy Zing?”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” keeps laughing. It is almost mocking at this point as she keeps laughing at the very idea that she was somehow broken by Lacey Roberts when “the Devil’s Little Sister” won the Television Championship at Cataclysm. Amy keeps laughing, doubling over a bit and holding her stomach.
“Oh God…my sides hurt.”
Amy tries to stop laughing. She takes a deep breath and tries to keeps herself collected. She seems to be biting her lip.
She seems calm, then start to shake her head.
“Nope.”
She just starts laughing again, holding the table to keep herself standing. Finally, she slumps into one of the chairs, still laughing. She finally manages to calm herself down, rubbing her sides.
“That’s hilarious! Oh my God…that is so funny.”
Taking a deep breath, Amy exhales slowly and smiles, giggling a bit.
“Lacey, if the person I consider my greatest rival, and people I consider to be my rivals, the people I fought that defined my career did not, and could not break me, what makes you think you were the one to break me? Oh God, that is just hilarious.”
Finally, she manages to calm herself and manages to catch her breath. She pauses for a moment, and swallows. She then gets up, and slips on a pair of sandals and grabs her room key and wallet. She walks out to a vending machine and buys a bottle of water. Opening it as soon as she picks it up out of the machine, Amy starts to drink. She stops to catch her breath and then drinks somehow, emptying half the bottle. She is still smiling like it’s a joke.
“You think your victory over me was the most devastating loss of my career? Lacey, I lost a match. It happens. I moved on. It’s not like you spent weeks humiliating me, abducted my parents and then got me fired after weeks of hiding behind management’s skirt to keep you safe or set out to absolutely destroy me to protect a corrupt authority figure that wanted to make you a star. Yeah, you put me through a table, but I still got up. You didn’t break me Lacey. You cannot break me. As good in the ring as you think you are, as good in the ring as everyone knows you are, you are not that good. I will NEVER tap out Lacey. I will keep getting up, and I will keep fighting.”
She has stopped smiling now.
“But I can break you. I can break you by taking away the only thing in this world that matters more to you than the drugs you keep pumping into your system to escape whatever you are too damn afraid of to deal with or because you are really just that pathetic you need to be high just to feel something. My drug, my addiction, is competition and hearing those people cheering me each and every single night. Do they cheer you Lacey? No. Do they care that you beat Aerynn Donnelly? No. DO they even care that you are the longest reigning UWA Television Champion? No, they do not, because they really don’t seem to care about you at all.”
Amy turns from the machine and starts to walk back to her room.
“Do they care about me despite the fact that I lost to the great and powerful Lacey Roberts? Yes. Do they care about me even despite losing the Television Champion? Yes. When it is all said and done, despite everything you accomplish, how good you are, it really doesn’t matter, because all those people are cheering me, a nobody who thought she could wrestle.”
She stops for a moment and then turns towards the parking area. She stands in the middle of the parking lot and looks up at the stars. Not many are visible due to the light pollution from the city, but a few stars peer through from the darkness of space.
“You really do not get it, do you Lacey? I am not special. I know this. I am just a girl from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China, who dreamed of becoming a wrestler, and somehow, I made it. I never dreamed I would come this far and accomplish all I have accomplished in my short time. I never dreamed I could do everything I have done. I never dreamed people would be cheering for me like they do every time. I have made my dreams explode.”
Still looking up, “the Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes and smiles. She looks content and satisfied.
“If it ended right now Lacey, I would be satisfied. Yeah, there are some things I would like to accomplish, like being in a world title match or maybe trying to be in a tag team, but I cannot deny that I am happy with the career I have had and the opportunities I have been given. I am grateful for the fans I have and blessed to have them.”
She stops smiling and opens her eyes.
“You want to tell me the Devil always wins Lacey? No, he really doesn’t. He failed to turn Christ while he was fasting in the desert. In the Book of Revelations, he fails. You Lacey, are not the devil. You are an arrogant bitch who’d rather crawl into some random guy’s bed or get high. Now that I think about it, maybe beating you for the Television Championship will not break you because you are already broken.”
Amy looks downward at the asphalt of the parking lot.
“The thing about it is Lacey, I don’t hate you. I don’t like you, but I do not hate you. Yeah, you ran me down, like some many other people have, and you beat me, and the list of people who have beaten me is not a short list. I lost, it happens. You loss one match, one bad night and it totally throws you off. So you crawled into some random stranger’s bed for a meaningless one night stand or went through your entire stash or weed or pot or whatever because you cannot deal with the simple fact that, for one night, Lacey Roberts lost. How is it, if I am so weak and pathetic, I can deal with a big loss, like losing the Television Championship, recover and move on with my life, but Lacey Roberts cannot handle a non-title loss?”
“I don’t hate you Lacey. I feel sorry for you. You’re pathetic. You’re already broken, and it is so sad, because I know how good you are. Everyone does. But you are just this pathetic, broken girl I actually feel sorry for, because maybe all that arrogance is nothing more than a wounded little girl trying not to admit she’s sacred of the dark, and you want nothing more than to drag someone down to your level. It’s pathetic. I don’t hate you Lacey. I just pity you.”
For a moment, Amy lets that hang in the air.
“You can question my right to be in the UWA. You can question whether or not I deserve to have this match or if I should have even been Television Champion in the first place. But Lacey Roberts never question my heart, my honor, my desire or my integrity. I truly believe I can do anything if I try hard enough. I do not mind working to accomplish my goals and fighting for what I believe in. You expect everything to be handed to you because you are you, you miserable bitch. I have worked for every single thing I have accomplished in wrestling.”
“At Monday Night Mayhem, I have an opportunity at a chance at redemption by beating you, and a chance to become the first two-time Television Champion and the first two-time champion in UWA history. I only need once chance to make my dream of beating you explode and become a reality because I believe I can do anything. I either rise or a fall, but I will get back up again, because you cannot shake me and you cannot break me, because that which is already broken cannot break what refuses to be broken. You can beat me, but you cannot break me.”
“But, I can break you more, you pathetic, stoned, broken bitch. I can break you by taking the one thing, the only thing that matters more to you than your precious drugs; the UWA Television Championship. And maybe the outcome will be the same, but you know what? I can live with that. I can, because I will deal with it and move on. Will you be able to recover, deal with it and move on if you are forced to watch me rise and become UWA Television Champion for a second time?”
She lets that question hang in the air for a moment.
“No.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head as she answers her own question.
“I don’t think you can.”
She looks up at the stars again, not really seeing them, almost as if she is trying to look behind them towards something else.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, we will see who breaks who when I go out to the ring to try and kick your head off, and show you why I belong here when I become the two-time UWA Television Champion and show you finally why you will NEVER be able to break me, because you will learn what everyone who cheers me on week after week, everyone that keeps me going and keeps me strong, everyone that keeps me from being as broken and pathetic as you, already knows; that I am simply Amy Zing!”
She lowers her head and turns around, starting to walk back to her room as the scene starts to fade to black.
“I will see you Monday, Lacey.”
The scene fades to black on the image of walking away.
Talking bout me,
Oh so softly,
You say I can't explain
I'll make it happen,
No distraction,
You know I can't be tamed
One mind can beat a million,
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission,
Damn you, I will succeed
Away from my prize,
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything,
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
Don't tell me rules,
I ain't your fool,
I live by my own code
Spark the fire of my desire
And make my dreams explode
I do just what I want to
Because I know it's right
Don't tell me I can't make it,
Won’t die without a fight
Away from my prize
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
One mind can beat a million,
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission,
Damn you, I will succeed
Away from my prize
Because in my eyes,
I can do anything
Now watch me rise
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me,
I'm unstoppable
You'll never shake me,
I'm unstoppable
A finger presses a button on the MP3 Player, turning the device off. The camera moves back to reveal “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing sitting on the bed of her hotel room in Louisiana with her legs crossed and left hand on her knees with her palms up and open. She moves her right hand back and places it on her knee. Her breathing is slow and rhythmic as she mediates.
Amy has just gotten into town from her home in California. She’s had a rather full day of travel and has a busy weekend ahead of her. Now she sits in her hotel room in a pair of shorts and a tank top with the AC on to deal with the heat and humidity. The room is nice, but doesn’t look expensive. There is a second bed, but she doesn’t seem to have a roommate.
“So, the first time I heard that song, I was in a car with a few friends and one of the said “That song is so you”. And I didn’t think it was, but I listened to it a second time and I had to admit that it really was. I played it for a few people I knew who knew me, and even they agreed that it was me. It was not like someone in the back told me they found a great song for me and sent me out to the ring with me not knowing what was about to play or they just told me it was to be my song. I asked and they seemed to think it worked for me well enough for me to use it.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation opens her eyes, but still remains seated.
“It really is hard to find a song that works for me. It really is. I think that can kind of be said for a lot of wrestlers in the business. Although, I find it kind of humorous that many people in the UWA have a song that is also their name, like K.I.S.S. or the Cornbread Mafia, and even when Shawn and Cameron are not wrestling as a team, their songs match their nicknames. For a long time, I used Rhianna’s “Wait Your Turn”, which sort of worked for me, but really didn’t work as well as I would have liked it to have. Then after that song, I opted to use “Roar” by Katy Perry, which really did work rather well for me, but I couldn’t use it here as it was Aerynn Donnelly’s music. I suppose I could use it if she changed songs, but then it would be rather confusing if I came out to it. Everyone would see me and wonder where Aerynn Donnelly was or why she was suddenly Asian or something, so I could not use it unfortunately. And then, when I came here, I started to use “Fearless” by Olivia Holt. It sort of worked. I heard it on a Disney movie I was watching with my niece, Girl Meets Monster or Girl versus Monster or something like that, and the song worked pretty good for me. But “Unstoppable” really does fit me. And, again, it’s really hard to find a song that just works. I mean there is a song that you may like, but doesn’t work for you. For an example, I love the song “Let It Go” from Frozen, more the one in the movie as sung by Elsa than the Demi Lovato version, but there was no way it worked for me as the music I enter the ring to. Disney probably wouldn’t let us use it either, and everyone loves Disney songs. They are very memorable. I like the songs from Bond movies, but I am not walking out to the ring to something like “Goldfinger”, or “Skyfall”, or “The Spy Who Loved Me” or another song from that series. And there are a ton of songs I am sure that I like that would not work as my music. And I am sure that it is similar for many wrestlers.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly as she tries to regain her train of thought. She opens her eyes.
“The thing about it, Lacey, is that the song really does perfectly fit me because it’s me.”
Amy uncrosses her legs, stretching them out in front of her and then stretches her arms. She is barefoot.
“I do honestly believe that one mind can change one million. I walk out to the ring and I hear people cheer me and see fans holding up signs reading “Amy’s gonna kick your head off”, or “She’s Simply Amy Zing”, and I hear them chant “Let’s Go Amy”, “We Want Amy” or just “Amy Zing” and each and every single time I am blown away. It amazes me every single time how people have rallied behind me and supported me.”
“I never set out to be a hero. I never set out to be a role model. I am just a girl from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China she who dreamed of being a wrestler and went for it. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that people would support me and cheer me like they do. I just walked out, tried to be humble, respectful and positive, never giving up and never backing down from a fight, and just giving it everything I have to chase my dream of being a wrestler. I never expected my career to be at the point it is, or to accomplish what I have accomplished. It’s beyond what I imagined I would do.”
“One mind can change one million, Lacey. I never dreamed or imagined I would inspire people to keep on struggling and strive for their dreams. I never imagined I would inspire anyone. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a child tell you that you are their hero and they want to grow up to be like you? No, I cannot imagine you have any idea what that feels like, and that’s sad. I never set out to be a hero or a role model Lacey. I never set out to be the one mind that can change millions, but maybe, just maybe if I try to be, I can inspire others to be in my stead.”
Slowly, Amy gets to her feet and stretches, arching her back as she pulls her up above her head. She pulls her arms apart and stretches them.
“Who have you inspired? Who have you had an impact on in your life? Because I know it was not me. All we’ve seen from you is occasionally whispering into Silver Baron’s ear you’ve not exactly inspired him. And I honestly have no idea why he is even bothering to listen to you. Then again, I have no idea why it seems like everyone hangs out in his establishment. Seriously, it is like everyone has nowhere else to go. I am not judging, just find it odd. Hopefully, with Fraser Freeman back, Silver Baron and he will team again and the Sin City Knights will ride again.”
“Before Cataclysm, you were ripping off that Ragnarok group, going on about being held back and kept down, but while they hid behind the lie that they were doing it for everyone to change the UWA, you were just selfish, focused on yourself and your own career. Now, you act like you’re better than everyone, like you are a legend, like Vince Jones or Sang Réal. And really, to be honest, you’re hardly the first wrestling biker. You just sort of copy an attitude and go with it, but mix it with arrogance. You may be a better wrestler than me Lacey, but I think you are a terrible person.”
Amy runs her fingers through her long, dark hair and lets it slide through her fingers and down on her back.
“You thought Cataclysm would be this huge win that would launch you to the heights of the UWA. Has it? Clearly it has, because you’ve stopped talking about how you are being held back and kept down and just gone on about how great you are like Vince Jones and Sang Réal.”
“Yes, Lacey, you are good, but honestly, I find you to be an arrogant, selfish, self-centered bitch who is only concerned about herself. You won the UWA Television Championship, and no one seems to really care that you did. I lost the UWA Television Championship and I am still as popular as I ever was. So how exactly did your grand ambitions work out for you? Because I may have lost the title and a few matches, but you do not see me breaking. I am still the same person I was before our match, just a few pounds lighter because I don’t have a title yet.”
Amy rolls her neck.
“I do honestly believe one chance is all I need. One chance is all I need to kick your head off and become a two-time Television Champion. But the difference between us is that I do not need that title to know I matter, Lacey. I know I matter because I have arena after arena cheering for me, holding up signs, chanting my name. I have children wanting to meet me, wanting to be me, and it still shocks me, and deeply honors me that I am somehow, their hero. You need that title because it seems like you see that the title is the only thing that gives your career meaning. Without that title, you are nothing. You spent weeks telling everyone who would listen how you were going to take it from me and you did just that. But what happens when you lose it? What happens to Lacey Roberts when she is no longer Television Champion?”
“As of Monday Night Mayhem, you will have held that title for 175 days. My record was only 119 days, 56 days less than yours. You are officially the longest reigning UWA Television Champion in history. I think only Ashley Kenyon has held the North American Championship about the same length of time. That belt is your identity Lacey. Whether or not you want to admit it, you need to retain the Television Championship a lot more than I need to win it, but at the same time, you still need the win, because how else will you prove you’re better than me unless you pin me in that ring?”
“You can’t.”
A look of determination flashes in Amy’s eyes. She moves around a bit to get herself loosened up after sitting still for awhile.
““You’ll never break me.” You didn’t break me at Cataclysm. You didn’t break me like you said you would. I walked into that match Amy Zing and I walked out of that match still Amy Zing. I am the same person I was before I won the title, and I will be the same person if I regain the title. You did not break me. You cannot break me. You will not break me.”
“I refuse to be broken. I refuse to give up. You can beat me down. You can pin me. You can insult me. But you will never, ever, break me, Lacey. You failed at Cataclysm. Yes, you won the title, but you did not break me. You did not change my world view. If I am really honest with myself Lacey, while your words did get to me, they were not the harshest words I have ever heard. They were harsh and insulting, but not the harshest. You’re hardly my greatest rival.”
“Kaylyn James Evans, one of the toughest, one of the best I have ever been in the ring with ran me down again and again and again. She told me how superior she was to me. She kept telling me how she would dominate me in the ring. She told me how I was nothing compared to her and she would snap me like a twig. And this is KJE, “the Perfect Ten”, one of the best there is. She’s never beaten me. I don’t know how, but she has never been able to beat me. By all rights, she should have beaten me every time we faced each other, but she has never beaten me. I consider her a rival, and I want her to come back to the UWA so we can wrestle again and maybe she can get the win I somehow keep denying her. And yet, every single time she loses to me and we meet again, she still goes on about how much better she is than me. She doesn’t cry about it or let it shatter her world view. She gets up and she comes back for more.”
“Young Mannie basically told me to give up my career to become one of his pimp uncle’s prostitutes, long before you thought it was a clever remark about in an attempt to prove how much superior to me you are. He did it because he’s an arrogant asshole. He abducted my parents, and every time I went after him, he hid behind Sienna Harrison, a general manager who wanted to make Young a star, or his hired bodyguard like a pathetic, sniveling coward. When our feud began, I dug two graves, took my jian, cut my hand open and bleed on the graves. I hated that guy. I have never hated anyone in my life until Young Mannie. This was a blood oath of revenge, and he did everything in his power, all 6 foot plus, over 300 pounds of it, to keep himself safe from me getting to him. But I managed to kick his damn head off once and it felt so good. Still, her annoyed me more than you.”
“I don’t know what I did to piss off Sienna Harrison, but she really did not like me. Maybe it was because I was more popular than her hand picked stars or maybe I was still in wrestling while she had already retired from in ring competition or maybe she just needed someone to randomly have an issue with to prove something to herself? Whatever the reason, she developed an issue with me. I did get to beat her up and kick her head off, but I will admit she got me back helping Robina beat me in a match. We wrestled once, and I beat her, but she was still more a rival than you.”
“You think the match we had a Cataclysm, a major UWA pay-per-view, was an all out fight? Robina Hood and I had more intense matches on regular television shows than that. You and had a few matches and one war. Robina and I never had matches, only wars. We went to the ring with the goal of destroying each other. You and I do not have that Robina. For you, it was always about the title. For me, it was just another match against another opponent. This match we have at Mayhem may be a bit more significant as it is now about redemption for me, and your remaining a champion. But, for Robina and I, it was all about pride and a strong dislike that eventually grew into respect, because we had been through war after war after war. She will always be my greatest, and my toughest rival. I would love to see her come to the UWA because I would love one more match with her. I respect her as both a person and an athlete because she pulled herself up from nothing and even though she was Sienna Harrison’s chosen one, she never needed help to be a champion, and she never complained or acted like a loss was the worst thing to happen to her. She is, and still remains my greatest rival.”
For a moment, she seems lost in memory, and then, something unexpected happens. “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing starts to giggle.
“You think you broke me?”
That giggle soon then turns into laughter. It is a pure, joyous, yet somehow mocking laughter.
“You, Lacey Roberts, think you broke me, Amy Zing?”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” keeps laughing. It is almost mocking at this point as she keeps laughing at the very idea that she was somehow broken by Lacey Roberts when “the Devil’s Little Sister” won the Television Championship at Cataclysm. Amy keeps laughing, doubling over a bit and holding her stomach.
“Oh God…my sides hurt.”
Amy tries to stop laughing. She takes a deep breath and tries to keeps herself collected. She seems to be biting her lip.
She seems calm, then start to shake her head.
“Nope.”
She just starts laughing again, holding the table to keep herself standing. Finally, she slumps into one of the chairs, still laughing. She finally manages to calm herself down, rubbing her sides.
“That’s hilarious! Oh my God…that is so funny.”
Taking a deep breath, Amy exhales slowly and smiles, giggling a bit.
“Lacey, if the person I consider my greatest rival, and people I consider to be my rivals, the people I fought that defined my career did not, and could not break me, what makes you think you were the one to break me? Oh God, that is just hilarious.”
Finally, she manages to calm herself and manages to catch her breath. She pauses for a moment, and swallows. She then gets up, and slips on a pair of sandals and grabs her room key and wallet. She walks out to a vending machine and buys a bottle of water. Opening it as soon as she picks it up out of the machine, Amy starts to drink. She stops to catch her breath and then drinks somehow, emptying half the bottle. She is still smiling like it’s a joke.
“You think your victory over me was the most devastating loss of my career? Lacey, I lost a match. It happens. I moved on. It’s not like you spent weeks humiliating me, abducted my parents and then got me fired after weeks of hiding behind management’s skirt to keep you safe or set out to absolutely destroy me to protect a corrupt authority figure that wanted to make you a star. Yeah, you put me through a table, but I still got up. You didn’t break me Lacey. You cannot break me. As good in the ring as you think you are, as good in the ring as everyone knows you are, you are not that good. I will NEVER tap out Lacey. I will keep getting up, and I will keep fighting.”
She has stopped smiling now.
“But I can break you. I can break you by taking away the only thing in this world that matters more to you than the drugs you keep pumping into your system to escape whatever you are too damn afraid of to deal with or because you are really just that pathetic you need to be high just to feel something. My drug, my addiction, is competition and hearing those people cheering me each and every single night. Do they cheer you Lacey? No. Do they care that you beat Aerynn Donnelly? No. DO they even care that you are the longest reigning UWA Television Champion? No, they do not, because they really don’t seem to care about you at all.”
Amy turns from the machine and starts to walk back to her room.
“Do they care about me despite the fact that I lost to the great and powerful Lacey Roberts? Yes. Do they care about me even despite losing the Television Champion? Yes. When it is all said and done, despite everything you accomplish, how good you are, it really doesn’t matter, because all those people are cheering me, a nobody who thought she could wrestle.”
She stops for a moment and then turns towards the parking area. She stands in the middle of the parking lot and looks up at the stars. Not many are visible due to the light pollution from the city, but a few stars peer through from the darkness of space.
“You really do not get it, do you Lacey? I am not special. I know this. I am just a girl from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China, who dreamed of becoming a wrestler, and somehow, I made it. I never dreamed I would come this far and accomplish all I have accomplished in my short time. I never dreamed I could do everything I have done. I never dreamed people would be cheering for me like they do every time. I have made my dreams explode.”
Still looking up, “the Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes and smiles. She looks content and satisfied.
“If it ended right now Lacey, I would be satisfied. Yeah, there are some things I would like to accomplish, like being in a world title match or maybe trying to be in a tag team, but I cannot deny that I am happy with the career I have had and the opportunities I have been given. I am grateful for the fans I have and blessed to have them.”
She stops smiling and opens her eyes.
“You want to tell me the Devil always wins Lacey? No, he really doesn’t. He failed to turn Christ while he was fasting in the desert. In the Book of Revelations, he fails. You Lacey, are not the devil. You are an arrogant bitch who’d rather crawl into some random guy’s bed or get high. Now that I think about it, maybe beating you for the Television Championship will not break you because you are already broken.”
Amy looks downward at the asphalt of the parking lot.
“The thing about it is Lacey, I don’t hate you. I don’t like you, but I do not hate you. Yeah, you ran me down, like some many other people have, and you beat me, and the list of people who have beaten me is not a short list. I lost, it happens. You loss one match, one bad night and it totally throws you off. So you crawled into some random stranger’s bed for a meaningless one night stand or went through your entire stash or weed or pot or whatever because you cannot deal with the simple fact that, for one night, Lacey Roberts lost. How is it, if I am so weak and pathetic, I can deal with a big loss, like losing the Television Championship, recover and move on with my life, but Lacey Roberts cannot handle a non-title loss?”
“I don’t hate you Lacey. I feel sorry for you. You’re pathetic. You’re already broken, and it is so sad, because I know how good you are. Everyone does. But you are just this pathetic, broken girl I actually feel sorry for, because maybe all that arrogance is nothing more than a wounded little girl trying not to admit she’s sacred of the dark, and you want nothing more than to drag someone down to your level. It’s pathetic. I don’t hate you Lacey. I just pity you.”
For a moment, Amy lets that hang in the air.
“You can question my right to be in the UWA. You can question whether or not I deserve to have this match or if I should have even been Television Champion in the first place. But Lacey Roberts never question my heart, my honor, my desire or my integrity. I truly believe I can do anything if I try hard enough. I do not mind working to accomplish my goals and fighting for what I believe in. You expect everything to be handed to you because you are you, you miserable bitch. I have worked for every single thing I have accomplished in wrestling.”
“At Monday Night Mayhem, I have an opportunity at a chance at redemption by beating you, and a chance to become the first two-time Television Champion and the first two-time champion in UWA history. I only need once chance to make my dream of beating you explode and become a reality because I believe I can do anything. I either rise or a fall, but I will get back up again, because you cannot shake me and you cannot break me, because that which is already broken cannot break what refuses to be broken. You can beat me, but you cannot break me.”
“But, I can break you more, you pathetic, stoned, broken bitch. I can break you by taking the one thing, the only thing that matters more to you than your precious drugs; the UWA Television Championship. And maybe the outcome will be the same, but you know what? I can live with that. I can, because I will deal with it and move on. Will you be able to recover, deal with it and move on if you are forced to watch me rise and become UWA Television Champion for a second time?”
She lets that question hang in the air for a moment.
“No.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head as she answers her own question.
“I don’t think you can.”
She looks up at the stars again, not really seeing them, almost as if she is trying to look behind them towards something else.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, we will see who breaks who when I go out to the ring to try and kick your head off, and show you why I belong here when I become the two-time UWA Television Champion and show you finally why you will NEVER be able to break me, because you will learn what everyone who cheers me on week after week, everyone that keeps me going and keeps me strong, everyone that keeps me from being as broken and pathetic as you, already knows; that I am simply Amy Zing!”
She lowers her head and turns around, starting to walk back to her room as the scene starts to fade to black.
“I will see you Monday, Lacey.”
The scene fades to black on the image of walking away.