Post by amyzing on Jun 25, 2015 15:14:18 GMT -6
It is a nice day in the park. The sun is shining with barely a cloud in the sky. People are out and about, walking, biking, playing with dogs or children, having picnics or playing football or baseball. A few people are jogging. One of those people is the UWA Television Champion “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing.
She is wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top over a sports bra and Nike Air sneakers. She is listening to her MP3 Player with her headphones. A bottle of water is hanging from her fanny pack as she runs.
Amy stops running, slowing to a walk and then stops by a bench. She stretches and takes a big drink from her bottle of water. She takes out her headphones.
“As a Buddhist, I do not believe in the devil. I do not believe you are the Devil, Michael Rivers. But I do believe in evil. So many times within the last few years, I have watched the news and I seen evil. You are not freedom. Evil is not freedom. Free will gives us the right to choose who and what we will be. I choose to be a good person. I choose to try and be a good example. I choose to be someone people can inspire others, who can be a hero, because people see me as a hero, and I refuse to fail them by giving into evil and into the darkness. I choose to rise above all the terrible things in the world and not let it bring me down. The smallest light can shine through the deepest darkness. Maybe darkness will one day overtake the light one day, but that day is not now. Darkness can consume light, but light will find a way to shine through.”
She stretches a bit to keep herself loose.
“So you want to make a book out of Silver Baron’s skin and use my blood as the ink? It’s actually one of the more original threats I have been given. Honestly, I really don’t know why so many people seem to want to hurt me. I mean I am good person. I try to be at least, but people just seem to want to try and end me. It’s rather unsettling that there is a list. People should not have a list of people that want to end them, yet I seem to keep having to write new lists. I really do not know why. It’s not like I am some big bad wrestler, or a dominating athlete, or some behemoth. I am a tiny little Chinese girl who thought she could make it in wrestling and somehow has. Yet people feel a need to try and destroy or end me. I really don’t know why either. I thought I was a nice person, but apparently, I am making people upset somehow. I mean here you are, going on about how you will write the Silver Baron flesh book in my blood or something. Why Silver Baron? I would have imagined you would want to try to unleash Oblivion, since he is a monster or a demon or something, and like you, is evil. And how do you even make a book out of a person? I mean I know people have a lot of skin, but it doesn’t seem likely you could make a big book out of a person. It would maybe make a children’s book, which would be a horrifying children’s book. It would be a horrifying book to begin with. But still, it seems like a long and lengthy process.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” realizes that she is rambling and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She exhales slowly and then opens her eyes. As she does so, she seems like she is suddenly hit with a flash of realization about something.
“Wait a minute…a book bound in flesh and written and blood? That’s the Necronomican from the Evil Dead movies! It is the exact description of the book from those movies; a book bound in human flesh, stitched together to form a cover and inked in blood. Personally, I enjoyed the original a lot more than the remake that came out a few years ago. The first two films attempted to be horror movies. The third movie forgot the horror and decided to be an action/comedy thing. The remake was just teenagers mutilating themselves and each other with buckets of blood pouring all over the place. It was okay, but really not that good. It was just a blood in every direction sort of horror movie. And seriously, someone owned that cabin. Did they not check on it at all after the professor who found the book brought it back? Did no one think to maybe investigate the location after a bunch of people are never seen again? Or seemingly forgets that the family owns a cabin in the woods somewhere? And really, who opens a package wrapped in barbed wire and then reads it after reading warnings that say not to? It’s hard to feel for people in horror movies, because you watch them make all these stupid decisions and you really are not shocked that they died.”
Again, Amy comes to the realization that she is rambling again and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. She opens her eyes and shakes her head, seeming almost disappointed.
“But seriously Michael Rivers, you just described the Necronomican.”
“And really, most of what you said sounds like it was taken from either Al Pacino in the Devil’s Advocate when he is talking to Keeanu Reeves after revealing that he is Satan. I’ll see if I can find the quote.”
Taking her phone out from her fanny pack, she types something on it and starts to scroll through.
“Okay, here it is on the quotes for Devil’s Advocate on the Internet Movie Database. This is Al Pacino as the Devil, posing as a lawyer named John Milton talking to Kevin Lomax, played by Keanu Reeves, after he reveals he is Satan; “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”
Amy takes a seat on the bench.
“Sorry about the swearing, but it’s in the quote. I really do try not to swear, but I am really not going to clean up a quote, especially Al Pacino.”
She looks through the remaining quotes.
“And here is another quote that sort of sounds like what you said. Again, it’s Al Pacino as Jon Milton, or the Devil from Devil’s Advocate; “I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man's been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.” You pretty much said that.”
“You’re not the Devil, Michael Rivers. I would imagine the devil would be subtle, seductive, a manipulator. I picture him more as someone who gets others to do the job for him while not getting his hands dirty. You just announced you were going to use Silver Baron’s skin to make a book inked in my blood. How exactly is that the subtle manipulation we usually get out of the Devil?”
“God created mankind, and told the angels to bow before them. Lucifer, the morning star, most beautiful of the angels, you, as you would have us believe, refused and led a war in Heaven, which resulted in Michael casting Lucifer down to Hell. At least that is my understanding from what I learned in college. It’s been awhile, not that long awhile, but I think that’s the gist of it.”
She types something else up on her phone, looking for something on IMDB.
“Ben Affleck had a line I think that justifies what Lucifer did in the movie Dogma, where he plays an angel named Bartleby, who along with Matt Damon, playing the former Angel of Death, Loki, who were exiled from Heaven by God, never to return, so they are trying to get to a church that promises to forgive all the sins of whoever enters under the arch, and cut off their wings making them mortal, and upon their deaths, they die with clean souls and get back into Heaven. Unfortunately, this would, unknown to them, lead to the end of all existence, because God’s word is absolute, but it is pointed out that Jesus told Pete whatever held true on Earth, he would hold true in Heaven, so God’s banishing them for all time would be negated, and His word would be false, which is impossible, so end of existence. So the main heroes are trying to stop this from happening.”
She blushes a bit.
“Sorry, I am a bit of a move fan. I try to get out to the movies at least once a week and I have a pretty big DVD collection for those long plane rides or international tours with busses and such.”
“Anyway, Bartleby, played by Ben Affleck tells Loki, played by Matt Damon as they stop to discuss their pursuers and their plan; “The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He's shown them infinite fucking patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you... once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. WHERE WAS HIS INFINITE FUCKING PATIENCE THEN? IT'S NOT RIGHT, IT'S NOT FAIR. We've paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think its time we went home?” And goes on to state that to do that, they need to dispose of the heroes. At this point, Matt Damon’s character, Loki, says that he’s heard a rant like this before, and states that Bartleby sounds just like Lucifer, which Bartleby takes offense to.”
The UWA Television Champion stops playing with her phone and slides it back into her fanny pack.
“Honestly, I was half expecting you to start quoting the Rollin Stones and tell me that you are “a man of wealth and taste” as you were asking us to allow you to introduce yourself, or just quote the entire song. Admittedly, it is a good song. And I am still expecting you to quote it, because I am having a hard time pinning you down really.”
She starts to unlace her shoes and retie them.
“When you attacked Silver Baron at Monday Night Mayhem, you declared yourself evil incarnate and went on about how you were the Devil and you would bring suffering upon us. Then when given your first chance to introduce yourself, you came off the more “Sympathy for the Devil”, the scorned son approach, like you are somehow misunderstood, but still trying to sell the idea that you are the Devil or evil. I am not really sure where you are coming from. It’s just sort of a mash up really.”
“Also, if you were the Devil, why enter into professional wrestling? How exactly does professional wrestling allow you to spread evil? I could imagine a law firm, like the movie Devil’s Advocate, where Satan ran a law firm in New York, or politics, like in the Omen II, where the Devil’s son enters politics. Or even organized religion would work to a degree. Politics makes more sense really when you consider that in the Bible, the Anti-Christ becomes a political leader.”
She stops tying her shoes and looks up a bit.
“Don’t look so surprised I know something like that. I am a movie fan and I took religion studies as an elective in college. Just because I am Chinese and Buddhist does not mean I don’t know things that have nothing to do with being Chinese or a Buddhist.”
She shrugs and goes back to tying her shoes.
“Maybe you are not the Devil Michael and maybe you are. I really don’t know. But what I do know is you are either a bit of a hypocrite, or you are a stereotype. Either way, it is really a bit disappointing for someone claiming to be Satan.”
Amy stands back up and stretches, lifting her arms over her head.
“You act like you are free, like you represent freedom, yet here you are, adhering to a stereotype that the Devil is evil. Conventional wisdom says that is true, but irony says that for a being known as “the Prince of Lies”, the Devil is remarkably honest. Yet you also seem to be playing this sympathy card, like you don’t like the stereotype. If you are free, why be the stereotype you seem to hate so much?”
She stops stretching and stands there a moment.
“I get it. I do. Sometimes I think people expect because I am from China, that I should not speak a single word of English, or at the most, only one phrase that it an insult to someone making fun of my inability to speak English or that I should be completely ignorant of every single aspect of American culture, sticking only with the stereotypes of China and being Chinese and possess no absolutely no knowledge of anything outside those field of knowledge, like I should stare at someone using a fork and spoon to eat and be amazed as if it were some sort of magic of the gods. It also annoys me that only wrestlers from North American or European nations are given an introduction that includes their home town, while those of us from Africa and Asia are only given country of origin as if there are no cities there at all. We have cities. We have access to the English language. People hear me with that slight British accent and they get shocked, completely not knowing that Hong Kong was part of the British Empire. Now granted, that may not be the most common knowledge. A lot of places were part of the British Empire actually, but we can learn the language.”
As she was rambling, her voice became elevated, like she was upset. She catches herself rambling, actually more ranting than rambling, and stops talking. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes. She purses her lips and shakes her head a bit.
“Sorry, it’s a sort of pet peeve with me. And yet, you yourself are giving into a stereotype. And that’s sort of disappointing.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” sighs.
“You don’t seem like you are evil because you are evil. You seem like you are evil because people expect you to be evil, almost like you are forcing yourself to do it to fulfill your backstory. How can you claim to be freedom if you are not letting yourself free of what people expect from you? You are not free. You are just trying to be what people expect you to be. Maybe that’s why the whole making a book out of Silver Baron’s skin and using my blood as the ink feel forced, because you’re just not into it because you are really evil but because people expect you to be evil and you’re just trying to give into the stereotype.”
“I try to be a good person, because I like being a good person and it makes me happy. Somehow, that made me a role model, and my never give up, never say die attitude inspired people. I am not a hero, Michael. But if I act like one, maybe it will inspire others to be heroes in my stead. It’s really the best I can hope for, the best I can do in the world. Karma states that if you do good, good things happen and if you do bad, bad things happen.”
“So yeah, maybe you and your Father won’t work things out, and maybe people won’t trust you, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. That’s all we can do really; try to be the person we want to be rather than what society expects us to be, because in the end, we’re only making ourselves unhappy while making everyone else happy.”
“You are telling me that you are Lucifer, and you here you are going on about you are evil and how your Father cast you down and everything we would expect to hear out of the Devil, aside from the whole books made of skin and written in blood, and it’s really disappointing because it sounds rehearsed, like you are repeating it rather than believing it. Isn’t the Devil supposed to be a rebel? Isn’t that what you got kicked out of Heaven for? So why are you trying to be what people expect you to be? How does that make you a rebel? It makes you come off less like the Devil, and more like some teenager in a horror movie trying to be all dark and evil, which usually ends up with his brutal death, like the boyfriend in Paranormal Activity. We all say that coming.”
“At least that’s my opinion. For all I know, my words are just falling on deaf ears because you’re just really committed to doing this whole evil thing. Either way Michael Rivers, Lucifer, whatever you want to call yourself, I will still meet you in the ring at Monday Night Mayhem, and no, we are not wagering a fiddle of gold against my soul that says I am better than you, so you can get that idea out of your head.”
She takes another drink from her water bottle and clips it back on to her fanny pack.
“Like I said, this is not good versus evil, right versus wrong, or some other grand cosmic battle. This is me, Amy Zing, versus you, Michael Rivers. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to fight with everything I have and I am going to try and kick your head off, not because you are evil, but because it’s what I do. Each and every time I step into the ring, I fight until I can no longer stand and I try to win, because that is all any of us can do. I am going to show you why I am simple Amy Zing.”
Amy shakes herself out a bit and puts the headphones back into her ears.
“I will see you Monday.”
The scene fades out as “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing starts jogging again.
She is wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top over a sports bra and Nike Air sneakers. She is listening to her MP3 Player with her headphones. A bottle of water is hanging from her fanny pack as she runs.
Amy stops running, slowing to a walk and then stops by a bench. She stretches and takes a big drink from her bottle of water. She takes out her headphones.
“As a Buddhist, I do not believe in the devil. I do not believe you are the Devil, Michael Rivers. But I do believe in evil. So many times within the last few years, I have watched the news and I seen evil. You are not freedom. Evil is not freedom. Free will gives us the right to choose who and what we will be. I choose to be a good person. I choose to try and be a good example. I choose to be someone people can inspire others, who can be a hero, because people see me as a hero, and I refuse to fail them by giving into evil and into the darkness. I choose to rise above all the terrible things in the world and not let it bring me down. The smallest light can shine through the deepest darkness. Maybe darkness will one day overtake the light one day, but that day is not now. Darkness can consume light, but light will find a way to shine through.”
She stretches a bit to keep herself loose.
“So you want to make a book out of Silver Baron’s skin and use my blood as the ink? It’s actually one of the more original threats I have been given. Honestly, I really don’t know why so many people seem to want to hurt me. I mean I am good person. I try to be at least, but people just seem to want to try and end me. It’s rather unsettling that there is a list. People should not have a list of people that want to end them, yet I seem to keep having to write new lists. I really do not know why. It’s not like I am some big bad wrestler, or a dominating athlete, or some behemoth. I am a tiny little Chinese girl who thought she could make it in wrestling and somehow has. Yet people feel a need to try and destroy or end me. I really don’t know why either. I thought I was a nice person, but apparently, I am making people upset somehow. I mean here you are, going on about how you will write the Silver Baron flesh book in my blood or something. Why Silver Baron? I would have imagined you would want to try to unleash Oblivion, since he is a monster or a demon or something, and like you, is evil. And how do you even make a book out of a person? I mean I know people have a lot of skin, but it doesn’t seem likely you could make a big book out of a person. It would maybe make a children’s book, which would be a horrifying children’s book. It would be a horrifying book to begin with. But still, it seems like a long and lengthy process.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” realizes that she is rambling and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She exhales slowly and then opens her eyes. As she does so, she seems like she is suddenly hit with a flash of realization about something.
“Wait a minute…a book bound in flesh and written and blood? That’s the Necronomican from the Evil Dead movies! It is the exact description of the book from those movies; a book bound in human flesh, stitched together to form a cover and inked in blood. Personally, I enjoyed the original a lot more than the remake that came out a few years ago. The first two films attempted to be horror movies. The third movie forgot the horror and decided to be an action/comedy thing. The remake was just teenagers mutilating themselves and each other with buckets of blood pouring all over the place. It was okay, but really not that good. It was just a blood in every direction sort of horror movie. And seriously, someone owned that cabin. Did they not check on it at all after the professor who found the book brought it back? Did no one think to maybe investigate the location after a bunch of people are never seen again? Or seemingly forgets that the family owns a cabin in the woods somewhere? And really, who opens a package wrapped in barbed wire and then reads it after reading warnings that say not to? It’s hard to feel for people in horror movies, because you watch them make all these stupid decisions and you really are not shocked that they died.”
Again, Amy comes to the realization that she is rambling again and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. She opens her eyes and shakes her head, seeming almost disappointed.
“But seriously Michael Rivers, you just described the Necronomican.”
“And really, most of what you said sounds like it was taken from either Al Pacino in the Devil’s Advocate when he is talking to Keeanu Reeves after revealing that he is Satan. I’ll see if I can find the quote.”
Taking her phone out from her fanny pack, she types something on it and starts to scroll through.
“Okay, here it is on the quotes for Devil’s Advocate on the Internet Movie Database. This is Al Pacino as the Devil, posing as a lawyer named John Milton talking to Kevin Lomax, played by Keanu Reeves, after he reveals he is Satan; “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”
Amy takes a seat on the bench.
“Sorry about the swearing, but it’s in the quote. I really do try not to swear, but I am really not going to clean up a quote, especially Al Pacino.”
She looks through the remaining quotes.
“And here is another quote that sort of sounds like what you said. Again, it’s Al Pacino as Jon Milton, or the Devil from Devil’s Advocate; “I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man's been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist.” You pretty much said that.”
“You’re not the Devil, Michael Rivers. I would imagine the devil would be subtle, seductive, a manipulator. I picture him more as someone who gets others to do the job for him while not getting his hands dirty. You just announced you were going to use Silver Baron’s skin to make a book inked in my blood. How exactly is that the subtle manipulation we usually get out of the Devil?”
“God created mankind, and told the angels to bow before them. Lucifer, the morning star, most beautiful of the angels, you, as you would have us believe, refused and led a war in Heaven, which resulted in Michael casting Lucifer down to Hell. At least that is my understanding from what I learned in college. It’s been awhile, not that long awhile, but I think that’s the gist of it.”
She types something else up on her phone, looking for something on IMDB.
“Ben Affleck had a line I think that justifies what Lucifer did in the movie Dogma, where he plays an angel named Bartleby, who along with Matt Damon, playing the former Angel of Death, Loki, who were exiled from Heaven by God, never to return, so they are trying to get to a church that promises to forgive all the sins of whoever enters under the arch, and cut off their wings making them mortal, and upon their deaths, they die with clean souls and get back into Heaven. Unfortunately, this would, unknown to them, lead to the end of all existence, because God’s word is absolute, but it is pointed out that Jesus told Pete whatever held true on Earth, he would hold true in Heaven, so God’s banishing them for all time would be negated, and His word would be false, which is impossible, so end of existence. So the main heroes are trying to stop this from happening.”
She blushes a bit.
“Sorry, I am a bit of a move fan. I try to get out to the movies at least once a week and I have a pretty big DVD collection for those long plane rides or international tours with busses and such.”
“Anyway, Bartleby, played by Ben Affleck tells Loki, played by Matt Damon as they stop to discuss their pursuers and their plan; “The humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He's shown them infinite fucking patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you... once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. WHERE WAS HIS INFINITE FUCKING PATIENCE THEN? IT'S NOT RIGHT, IT'S NOT FAIR. We've paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think its time we went home?” And goes on to state that to do that, they need to dispose of the heroes. At this point, Matt Damon’s character, Loki, says that he’s heard a rant like this before, and states that Bartleby sounds just like Lucifer, which Bartleby takes offense to.”
The UWA Television Champion stops playing with her phone and slides it back into her fanny pack.
“Honestly, I was half expecting you to start quoting the Rollin Stones and tell me that you are “a man of wealth and taste” as you were asking us to allow you to introduce yourself, or just quote the entire song. Admittedly, it is a good song. And I am still expecting you to quote it, because I am having a hard time pinning you down really.”
She starts to unlace her shoes and retie them.
“When you attacked Silver Baron at Monday Night Mayhem, you declared yourself evil incarnate and went on about how you were the Devil and you would bring suffering upon us. Then when given your first chance to introduce yourself, you came off the more “Sympathy for the Devil”, the scorned son approach, like you are somehow misunderstood, but still trying to sell the idea that you are the Devil or evil. I am not really sure where you are coming from. It’s just sort of a mash up really.”
“Also, if you were the Devil, why enter into professional wrestling? How exactly does professional wrestling allow you to spread evil? I could imagine a law firm, like the movie Devil’s Advocate, where Satan ran a law firm in New York, or politics, like in the Omen II, where the Devil’s son enters politics. Or even organized religion would work to a degree. Politics makes more sense really when you consider that in the Bible, the Anti-Christ becomes a political leader.”
She stops tying her shoes and looks up a bit.
“Don’t look so surprised I know something like that. I am a movie fan and I took religion studies as an elective in college. Just because I am Chinese and Buddhist does not mean I don’t know things that have nothing to do with being Chinese or a Buddhist.”
She shrugs and goes back to tying her shoes.
“Maybe you are not the Devil Michael and maybe you are. I really don’t know. But what I do know is you are either a bit of a hypocrite, or you are a stereotype. Either way, it is really a bit disappointing for someone claiming to be Satan.”
Amy stands back up and stretches, lifting her arms over her head.
“You act like you are free, like you represent freedom, yet here you are, adhering to a stereotype that the Devil is evil. Conventional wisdom says that is true, but irony says that for a being known as “the Prince of Lies”, the Devil is remarkably honest. Yet you also seem to be playing this sympathy card, like you don’t like the stereotype. If you are free, why be the stereotype you seem to hate so much?”
She stops stretching and stands there a moment.
“I get it. I do. Sometimes I think people expect because I am from China, that I should not speak a single word of English, or at the most, only one phrase that it an insult to someone making fun of my inability to speak English or that I should be completely ignorant of every single aspect of American culture, sticking only with the stereotypes of China and being Chinese and possess no absolutely no knowledge of anything outside those field of knowledge, like I should stare at someone using a fork and spoon to eat and be amazed as if it were some sort of magic of the gods. It also annoys me that only wrestlers from North American or European nations are given an introduction that includes their home town, while those of us from Africa and Asia are only given country of origin as if there are no cities there at all. We have cities. We have access to the English language. People hear me with that slight British accent and they get shocked, completely not knowing that Hong Kong was part of the British Empire. Now granted, that may not be the most common knowledge. A lot of places were part of the British Empire actually, but we can learn the language.”
As she was rambling, her voice became elevated, like she was upset. She catches herself rambling, actually more ranting than rambling, and stops talking. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes. She purses her lips and shakes her head a bit.
“Sorry, it’s a sort of pet peeve with me. And yet, you yourself are giving into a stereotype. And that’s sort of disappointing.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” sighs.
“You don’t seem like you are evil because you are evil. You seem like you are evil because people expect you to be evil, almost like you are forcing yourself to do it to fulfill your backstory. How can you claim to be freedom if you are not letting yourself free of what people expect from you? You are not free. You are just trying to be what people expect you to be. Maybe that’s why the whole making a book out of Silver Baron’s skin and using my blood as the ink feel forced, because you’re just not into it because you are really evil but because people expect you to be evil and you’re just trying to give into the stereotype.”
“I try to be a good person, because I like being a good person and it makes me happy. Somehow, that made me a role model, and my never give up, never say die attitude inspired people. I am not a hero, Michael. But if I act like one, maybe it will inspire others to be heroes in my stead. It’s really the best I can hope for, the best I can do in the world. Karma states that if you do good, good things happen and if you do bad, bad things happen.”
“So yeah, maybe you and your Father won’t work things out, and maybe people won’t trust you, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. That’s all we can do really; try to be the person we want to be rather than what society expects us to be, because in the end, we’re only making ourselves unhappy while making everyone else happy.”
“You are telling me that you are Lucifer, and you here you are going on about you are evil and how your Father cast you down and everything we would expect to hear out of the Devil, aside from the whole books made of skin and written in blood, and it’s really disappointing because it sounds rehearsed, like you are repeating it rather than believing it. Isn’t the Devil supposed to be a rebel? Isn’t that what you got kicked out of Heaven for? So why are you trying to be what people expect you to be? How does that make you a rebel? It makes you come off less like the Devil, and more like some teenager in a horror movie trying to be all dark and evil, which usually ends up with his brutal death, like the boyfriend in Paranormal Activity. We all say that coming.”
“At least that’s my opinion. For all I know, my words are just falling on deaf ears because you’re just really committed to doing this whole evil thing. Either way Michael Rivers, Lucifer, whatever you want to call yourself, I will still meet you in the ring at Monday Night Mayhem, and no, we are not wagering a fiddle of gold against my soul that says I am better than you, so you can get that idea out of your head.”
She takes another drink from her water bottle and clips it back on to her fanny pack.
“Like I said, this is not good versus evil, right versus wrong, or some other grand cosmic battle. This is me, Amy Zing, versus you, Michael Rivers. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to fight with everything I have and I am going to try and kick your head off, not because you are evil, but because it’s what I do. Each and every time I step into the ring, I fight until I can no longer stand and I try to win, because that is all any of us can do. I am going to show you why I am simple Amy Zing.”
Amy shakes herself out a bit and puts the headphones back into her ears.
“I will see you Monday.”
The scene fades out as “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing starts jogging again.