Post by amyzing on Oct 20, 2015 21:18:36 GMT -6
After her “outburst”, “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing has been attempting to regain her composure. She sits on her bed, which is covered in a white comforter with a blue floral pattern. Sitting on the bed, against the pillows, are a stuffed bear and a stuffed gray kitty, both gifts from Dahlia. The bear was a welcoming present, and the kitty was given as part of a thank you gift after Amy was at ringside for Dahlia’s table match with Aubrey J Parker, where Dahlia became a two-time ACW Women’s Championship.
Amy is seated cross-legged on the bed, her hands cupped on her knees. She is breathing slowly. Her eyes are closed. She appears to be mediating, and at peace.
Suddenly her hands clench into fists and her eyes open.
“Gah!”
Amy shifts, uncrossing her legs and shifts to sit on the edge of her bed.
“I don’t know whose latest claptrap was harder to listen to, Michael Rivers’ or yours Chris North, Angel, whatever the hell you want to call yourself. I really, really do not.”
She runs her fingers through her long hair.
“I am so tired of hearing people going on and on, trying to be cryptic, or spooky or preach on and on about some great truth or insight, because honestly, it seems like everyone is doing. I would say it is something in the water, but that makes no sense, much like half of everything you said. And really, not to be rude, it came off less cryptic and mysterious and more like depressing nonsense. I suppose it would have sounded better if we weren’t getting the creepy and cryptic lines out of the Children of Nephilim, or Cole Hunter. But we are just getting it so much that, honestly, it is so hard to even bother to listen to it anymore. It seems everyone just wants to go on about being all cryptic and creepy and spooky that it has lost all meaning. It is like in the Shakespeare play, Julius Caesar, when Mark Anthony repeatedly calls the men who murdered Caesar, claiming it was for the good of Rome “honourable men” to the point of losing all meaning and turns Rome against the conspirator. I mean it is almost predictable. The Children of Nephilim went on about him coming, and when he got here, they started going on about another him. It just seems to be the same thing over and over again and to be quite honest it is just so boring to keep hearing. The effect has just lost all meaning.”
Amy realizes that she is rambling and stops speaking. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
She tries to regain her train of though.
“Where was I?”
The UWA Television Champion flops back on her bed, causing the bear to slump over. Amy looks over at it, picking it back up. She keeps looking at it.
“Yes, we are all going to die. It may be tonight, tomorrow, a year from now or ten years from now. Pointing that out really isn’t all that great. It’s like telling us the sky is blue, and water is wet. We all die. It is inevitable, and it is not fair, but it is the great equalizer. No one can escape it. Only our names and our legacies may live on. And that, Chris North, is what makes life so worth living, because it ends. And yes, you can live every day after realizing that inevitable fact in fear of death, and indeed, death is the second biggest fear people have, with public speaking being the first, which is weird, because you would think death is far more terrifying. No one knows what happens once we die. There are tons of ghost stories of those who have not passed on. Nearly every religion we know of has a concept of an afterlife, but who is to say that an afterlife even exists? Yet, we do not choose to dwell on that, but instead, we live our lives as best we can. “Cowards die many deaths, but the brave die only once.” I choose to live my life trying to be a good person, and trying to be the role model people seem to think I am.”
Realizing that she is once again rambling, Amy looks up at the slowly spinning ceiling fan and closes her eyes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes. She sits up, setting the bear back into a seated position.
“I have to say, your snake metaphor makes no sense. If you do not attack the serpent, if you give it no reason to strike, the snake will leave you alone. The rattlesnake only shakes its rattle to warn anything that may threaten it. The cobra only spreads its hood to warn off creatures. Just walk away slowly, and it will leave you alone, run and it strikes. It is the same thing with a dog barking to warn of something or a cat hissing. Walk away slowly and you’re probably going to be okay.”
She starts to pet the top of the stuffed kitty’s head.
“You clearly do not get the teddy bear. It’s a stuffed animal. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. However, it is what that toy has become a symbol of. You didn’t know Dahlia, Chris North. She was child-like. Yes, she could be a brat at times, but, she was innocent, pure, and believed in all the magic and wonder the world had to offer. What the Children of Nephilim have is take all of that, and make it into a symbol of evil. So you will excuse me, if I feel the need to be some hero, or in this case heroine, in some cliché martial arts movie, and tear through every single minion Michael Rivers puts in my way, then I am going to do that.”
Getting up from the bed, and again, sitting the bear back up, Amy moves over to her dresser and picks up the jian. She unsheathes the blade from the scabbard and stares at it.
“The easiest way to kill a snake is to sever the head, which is true, but I do not want just the head. What I want is the complete, absolute, and total annihilation of the Children of Nephilim. I am not going to decapitate the snake. I am going to kick it until it stops moving, then put my foot on its throat and drive my sword into its body, slicing it open from the tip of the tail to the head, and then, I will cut the head off.”
“The old Chinese proverb of “when you go on a mission of revenge, dig two graves” means that when you go for vengeance, the first grave is for the person or persons you are taking revenge on, and the second is for you. You must be prepared to give up everything for revenge. It’s not like in movies, where someone gets revenge and there is a happy ending, like being reunited with a lost child, finding love or reclaiming a fortune. Many times, those quests of revenge end with the person dying along with the ones he sought vengeance on. I am prepared to make that sacrifice, because for me, this thing with the Children of Nephilim has nothing to do with protecting the UWA, because Georgio Oliver has done nothing to stop them since they arrived, because he is afraid of them, or because I am tired of them, or because I want to protect my spot in the pecking order of the UWA. This thing with the Children of Nephilim is personal. I am doing this for my friend, because to justify anything they have done as some how honoring Dahlia is the biggest insult to her memory.”
She slides the sword back into the scabbard and sets it back on to its stand on her dresser.
“I am a human being, and there are only two things in the all the universe I am powerless against, because, every single person in all of history has been powerless against these two great forces; love and revenge. Every culture in the entire history of the world has understood love and revenge. I am Chinese; my people have a proverb telling us revenge is bad, and yet, we still go for revenge.”
“I am a person. I am not a monster. I am a person. And that means I am capable of being really good, or being really bad. I choose to be a good person. There is no voice in my head, no devil on my shoulder calling me to do evil and terrible things.”
Amy brushes her hair from her face. She exits the bedroom, moving through her apartment. She has several photos on her hallway walls. One is a photo of her and her family, her parents and brother, with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. She stops at one, where she is clearly in what seems to a Renaissance Fair, in this case, King Richard’s Faire in Carver, Massachusetts, with a pale, dark haired girl. The two are dressed in Renaissance clothing, with the pale girl dressed in black and trying to pull off a princess look, while Amy appears to be dressed a bit brighter. She smiles, then turns from the picture and keeps walking. The smile fades.
“The UWA did not place us in a match so you could unlock some great truth about me. It was random. There is no great insight to me, no dark and malevolent side that I keep buried and now, after what happened at Monday Night Mayhem, it is unleashed and I am not suddenly all evil and mean. No. If I was going to become evil and mean, it probably would have been when I won the Television Championship the first time, because there seems to be a trend with titles making people go bad here. But if I did that, then I would not be true to myself. This is who I am, Chris North.”
She stops and gestures to herself.
“Who are you?”
Amy enters her living room.
“I did what I did because I am human. I am allowed to be angry, happy or sad, because humans have emotions, and when I learned what Michael Rivers was doing to the memory of Dahlia, failing her in greater than he has ever failed her, I became very angry, angrier than I had ever been in my life. I could not stand by when I learned the truth and allow it to continue.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” enters her living room, moving passed her furniture and heading towards the bookshelf she uses as a trophy case, which is on the other side of the wall where the bookshelf she uses to keep her books is. The UWA Television Championship belt sits on one of the shelves along with her postcard collection and various photos. A few photos show moments from Amy’s career, such as winning the APW North American Championship, her first title, from Robina Hood, a person she has called her greatest rival, or winning the UWA Television Championship. The newest photo is of her, kneeling, holding the UWA Television Championship after defeating Lacey Roberts to regain the title. There are a few though, with the same girl from the photo in her hallway. One depicts the girl giving Amy a gift basket backstage. The girl looks rather shy as she does so while Amy looks surprised. One shows Amy and the girl in the ring, while the girl raises a title belt, smiling a big smile after she has clearly won a championship match. Another is Amy standing in the corner with the girl in the ring. There is another with that same girl and Amy Zing, just hanging out in the back, laughing about something. The girl in these photos is pale, with black hair, and dressed in Goth style clothing. The girl is Dahlia.
“This is about honor. This is about defending my friend’s honor, memory, legacy and name. Yes Dahlia had a hard life, but Michael Rivers did not save it. I do not blame him for what happened to Dahlia. I forgive him for that. But what he is doing now, what the Children of Nephilim have done for the last year has nothing to do with Dahlia, but with Michael River’s ego.”
There is something new on the trophy case. It is unusual for someone who states she does not give guarantees or promises of victory. Sitting on the trophy case are the pieces of the replica of Danika Bayne’s mask that she drove her jian through a few days ago.
“He found Dahlia inside that basement, but he never actually let her out. He did not do anything because he actually loved or even cared about Dahlia. He proved that much by dodging every accusation I threw at him by trying to make himself sound like a great person. He kept her in that basement, made her worship him, love him, need him, and yet failed her faith in him again and again and again, but clearly, he does not care about that. He only cares about himself and how many followers he has. Is it any wonder why, when the UWA finally got on Twitter, he was the first wrestler to join? He needs to be followed. He needs to be worshipped. He needs it like an addict needs a fix.”
She picks up the photo of her and Dahlia in an arena somewhere.
“Michael Rivers can only justify himself, his entire existence, by having someone, anyone, believe he is a savior, and by people hanging on his word. He needs to be worshipped. The people that believe in him and worship him mean nothing to him as long as they worship him because his ego will not allow him to believe that he is weak, pathetic, and needy. He is not a god. He is a parasite, a vampire feeding on the adulation and praise of people he does not care about and after he sucks them dry, he discards them like the trash he views them as.”
She sets the picture down.
“When he finally, finally, gets rid of Miako, and we all see it coming, I will not be there to help her. I will be there to tell her “I told you so” and then I will beat the living hell out of her for ever following that piece of garbage. Joshua McBride could walk back into the UWA and declare his attention to take down the Children and I will still walk out there, and kick the hell out of him until he stops moving, because he followed Michael Rivers.”
There is no sympathy in her voice as she states this.
“There will be no forgiveness. I will not, nor will I EVER, apologize for what I am going to do to anyone who in the Children of Nephilim, past or present, and future has been warned. Mercy, they say, is the hallmark of a great man. I have never claimed to be great, and I am not a man. There will be no forgiveness and no mercy.”
She picks up one of the broken pieces of Danika’s mask.
“This mask is here, because this is my promise, my one pledge to the best person I have ever known. I do not care how long it takes, or what I have to do, I am going to destroy the Children of Nephilim.”
“Their actions have had nothing to do with Dahlia. Michael Rivers is just using her memory to justify his actions. Yeah, he claims Broderick Montgomery III needed to be punished for how he treated women, but really, didn’t Jeszika Gautier do that when she pretty much married him, made him fall for her and then broke his heart on a pay-per-view? I may not like what Silver Baron does for a sidejob, but he does care about his girls. I did not see the Children of Nephilim act when Sang Réal rated the entire women’s roster of the UWA last year by telling the world whether or not they would have sex with the woman in question. I did not see the Children of Nephilim raise a hand against Kyle Travis after he laid out one of the Sin City Knights’ girls last year. They did not touch Cole Hunter after they took Jasmine. Somehow, all those things were acceptable, like choking Bethany while she watched her sister probably end her boyfriend’s career. If the Children of Nephilim should go after anyone to try and protect people, they should go after the Children of Nephilim.”
“You know the sad thing? Michael Rivers calls himself Lucifer reborn, which is stupid because I am pretty sure we had to have the Book of Revelations pass before Lucifer dies, and I am pretty sure he is just cast into the Lake of Fire, not killed outright, but the sad thing is that Lucifer, the Devil himself, is more honest and has more integrity than Michael Rivers will ever be, or will ever have. That’s actually kind of the weird thing about Satan, is that despite being called “the Prince of Lies”, every story you hear of him, he never actually lies to anyone. Yet, that is all Michael Rivers has done since he formed the Children of Nephilim. He is not the Devil, or God. He is not even a man.”
“He violated the memory of the woman he claims to have loved and wanted to protect, Chris North, just so he could justify this cult of his. He could have let her rest in peace. He could have just retired and went on trying to honor her like he never could in life. But he didn’t, because he needs to be followed, he needs to be worshipped. He could have gotten a dog, but instead, he picked up a bitch of a different breed in Danika Bayne and has violated Dahlia far worse than anyone could have.”
“When he hung up that picture, that painting, like it was some kind of shrine to her, like he actually gave damn about her at all, I threw up. I was that angry. I have never been angry enough to get physically ill.”
“In Chinese culture, we strongly believe in ghosts. We hold festivals for them, believe that they can guide us, or come back to torture and kill the living. We hold to these beliefs, even in the modern age because they are so ingrained in us. How can Dahlia sleep knowing that Michael Rivers is using her as a justification for everything the Children of Nephilim has done or will do? She cannot, because there is nothing the Children of Nephilim have done that she would go along with.”
Amy looks at the photos of her and Dahlia together.
“In that one way, Michael Rivers has failed her far greater than he could ever have failed her in life, because he is disturbing her rest.”
“In Chinese folklore, we have a ghost called yuan gui, a “ghost with a grievance.” These ghosts cannot be reincarnated or rest in peace and are condemned to roam the earth as restless spirits until justice is done. At her grave, on the day of her funeral, I promised Dahlia we would meet in the next world, and I will keep that promise. I will not allow Michael River’s ego to force my friend to spend eternity roaming the earth, restless, never finding piece. We also have a creature called the zhi ren, which means “paper people”. These are paper dolls serve a dead master. Since Dahlia cannot take her own vengeance, I will be her zhi ren, and I will do it for her.”
Amy drops the piece of mask on her floor. She steps down on it. The piece starts to crack and shatters under her foot. She looks down coldly at the shattered pieces of the piece of mask.
“Chris North, you can stand there, try to act cryptic, steal part of Sang Réal’s catchphrase, claiming some great knowledge and insight, but you are not an obstacle. You are a speed bump. Either way, whether I win or lose or our match ends in a draw, I am going to go after the Children of Nephilim. You are not going to stop me. Nothing is going to stop me. You are not some great opponent or some predestine foe that will somehow unleash a darkness that sleeps inside of me. The person I consider my greatest rival did not accomplish that, because all she did was bring out my best. You will not do it because there is no darkness inside me waiting to be unleashed to make me evil.”
She looks up at her bookshelf, the history of her career. She then looks around her apartment.
“I think the question you should be asking is do you know who you are, because I know who I am. I know that I am the person going into Monday Night Mayhem to try and kick your head off. Who am I? I am simply Amy Zing.”
She turns away from her trophy case as the scene fades to black.
Amy is seated cross-legged on the bed, her hands cupped on her knees. She is breathing slowly. Her eyes are closed. She appears to be mediating, and at peace.
Suddenly her hands clench into fists and her eyes open.
“Gah!”
Amy shifts, uncrossing her legs and shifts to sit on the edge of her bed.
“I don’t know whose latest claptrap was harder to listen to, Michael Rivers’ or yours Chris North, Angel, whatever the hell you want to call yourself. I really, really do not.”
She runs her fingers through her long hair.
“I am so tired of hearing people going on and on, trying to be cryptic, or spooky or preach on and on about some great truth or insight, because honestly, it seems like everyone is doing. I would say it is something in the water, but that makes no sense, much like half of everything you said. And really, not to be rude, it came off less cryptic and mysterious and more like depressing nonsense. I suppose it would have sounded better if we weren’t getting the creepy and cryptic lines out of the Children of Nephilim, or Cole Hunter. But we are just getting it so much that, honestly, it is so hard to even bother to listen to it anymore. It seems everyone just wants to go on about being all cryptic and creepy and spooky that it has lost all meaning. It is like in the Shakespeare play, Julius Caesar, when Mark Anthony repeatedly calls the men who murdered Caesar, claiming it was for the good of Rome “honourable men” to the point of losing all meaning and turns Rome against the conspirator. I mean it is almost predictable. The Children of Nephilim went on about him coming, and when he got here, they started going on about another him. It just seems to be the same thing over and over again and to be quite honest it is just so boring to keep hearing. The effect has just lost all meaning.”
Amy realizes that she is rambling and stops speaking. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
She tries to regain her train of though.
“Where was I?”
The UWA Television Champion flops back on her bed, causing the bear to slump over. Amy looks over at it, picking it back up. She keeps looking at it.
“Yes, we are all going to die. It may be tonight, tomorrow, a year from now or ten years from now. Pointing that out really isn’t all that great. It’s like telling us the sky is blue, and water is wet. We all die. It is inevitable, and it is not fair, but it is the great equalizer. No one can escape it. Only our names and our legacies may live on. And that, Chris North, is what makes life so worth living, because it ends. And yes, you can live every day after realizing that inevitable fact in fear of death, and indeed, death is the second biggest fear people have, with public speaking being the first, which is weird, because you would think death is far more terrifying. No one knows what happens once we die. There are tons of ghost stories of those who have not passed on. Nearly every religion we know of has a concept of an afterlife, but who is to say that an afterlife even exists? Yet, we do not choose to dwell on that, but instead, we live our lives as best we can. “Cowards die many deaths, but the brave die only once.” I choose to live my life trying to be a good person, and trying to be the role model people seem to think I am.”
Realizing that she is once again rambling, Amy looks up at the slowly spinning ceiling fan and closes her eyes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and opens her eyes. She sits up, setting the bear back into a seated position.
“I have to say, your snake metaphor makes no sense. If you do not attack the serpent, if you give it no reason to strike, the snake will leave you alone. The rattlesnake only shakes its rattle to warn anything that may threaten it. The cobra only spreads its hood to warn off creatures. Just walk away slowly, and it will leave you alone, run and it strikes. It is the same thing with a dog barking to warn of something or a cat hissing. Walk away slowly and you’re probably going to be okay.”
She starts to pet the top of the stuffed kitty’s head.
“You clearly do not get the teddy bear. It’s a stuffed animal. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. However, it is what that toy has become a symbol of. You didn’t know Dahlia, Chris North. She was child-like. Yes, she could be a brat at times, but, she was innocent, pure, and believed in all the magic and wonder the world had to offer. What the Children of Nephilim have is take all of that, and make it into a symbol of evil. So you will excuse me, if I feel the need to be some hero, or in this case heroine, in some cliché martial arts movie, and tear through every single minion Michael Rivers puts in my way, then I am going to do that.”
Getting up from the bed, and again, sitting the bear back up, Amy moves over to her dresser and picks up the jian. She unsheathes the blade from the scabbard and stares at it.
“The easiest way to kill a snake is to sever the head, which is true, but I do not want just the head. What I want is the complete, absolute, and total annihilation of the Children of Nephilim. I am not going to decapitate the snake. I am going to kick it until it stops moving, then put my foot on its throat and drive my sword into its body, slicing it open from the tip of the tail to the head, and then, I will cut the head off.”
“The old Chinese proverb of “when you go on a mission of revenge, dig two graves” means that when you go for vengeance, the first grave is for the person or persons you are taking revenge on, and the second is for you. You must be prepared to give up everything for revenge. It’s not like in movies, where someone gets revenge and there is a happy ending, like being reunited with a lost child, finding love or reclaiming a fortune. Many times, those quests of revenge end with the person dying along with the ones he sought vengeance on. I am prepared to make that sacrifice, because for me, this thing with the Children of Nephilim has nothing to do with protecting the UWA, because Georgio Oliver has done nothing to stop them since they arrived, because he is afraid of them, or because I am tired of them, or because I want to protect my spot in the pecking order of the UWA. This thing with the Children of Nephilim is personal. I am doing this for my friend, because to justify anything they have done as some how honoring Dahlia is the biggest insult to her memory.”
She slides the sword back into the scabbard and sets it back on to its stand on her dresser.
“I am a human being, and there are only two things in the all the universe I am powerless against, because, every single person in all of history has been powerless against these two great forces; love and revenge. Every culture in the entire history of the world has understood love and revenge. I am Chinese; my people have a proverb telling us revenge is bad, and yet, we still go for revenge.”
“I am a person. I am not a monster. I am a person. And that means I am capable of being really good, or being really bad. I choose to be a good person. There is no voice in my head, no devil on my shoulder calling me to do evil and terrible things.”
Amy brushes her hair from her face. She exits the bedroom, moving through her apartment. She has several photos on her hallway walls. One is a photo of her and her family, her parents and brother, with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. She stops at one, where she is clearly in what seems to a Renaissance Fair, in this case, King Richard’s Faire in Carver, Massachusetts, with a pale, dark haired girl. The two are dressed in Renaissance clothing, with the pale girl dressed in black and trying to pull off a princess look, while Amy appears to be dressed a bit brighter. She smiles, then turns from the picture and keeps walking. The smile fades.
“The UWA did not place us in a match so you could unlock some great truth about me. It was random. There is no great insight to me, no dark and malevolent side that I keep buried and now, after what happened at Monday Night Mayhem, it is unleashed and I am not suddenly all evil and mean. No. If I was going to become evil and mean, it probably would have been when I won the Television Championship the first time, because there seems to be a trend with titles making people go bad here. But if I did that, then I would not be true to myself. This is who I am, Chris North.”
She stops and gestures to herself.
“Who are you?”
Amy enters her living room.
“I did what I did because I am human. I am allowed to be angry, happy or sad, because humans have emotions, and when I learned what Michael Rivers was doing to the memory of Dahlia, failing her in greater than he has ever failed her, I became very angry, angrier than I had ever been in my life. I could not stand by when I learned the truth and allow it to continue.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” enters her living room, moving passed her furniture and heading towards the bookshelf she uses as a trophy case, which is on the other side of the wall where the bookshelf she uses to keep her books is. The UWA Television Championship belt sits on one of the shelves along with her postcard collection and various photos. A few photos show moments from Amy’s career, such as winning the APW North American Championship, her first title, from Robina Hood, a person she has called her greatest rival, or winning the UWA Television Championship. The newest photo is of her, kneeling, holding the UWA Television Championship after defeating Lacey Roberts to regain the title. There are a few though, with the same girl from the photo in her hallway. One depicts the girl giving Amy a gift basket backstage. The girl looks rather shy as she does so while Amy looks surprised. One shows Amy and the girl in the ring, while the girl raises a title belt, smiling a big smile after she has clearly won a championship match. Another is Amy standing in the corner with the girl in the ring. There is another with that same girl and Amy Zing, just hanging out in the back, laughing about something. The girl in these photos is pale, with black hair, and dressed in Goth style clothing. The girl is Dahlia.
“This is about honor. This is about defending my friend’s honor, memory, legacy and name. Yes Dahlia had a hard life, but Michael Rivers did not save it. I do not blame him for what happened to Dahlia. I forgive him for that. But what he is doing now, what the Children of Nephilim have done for the last year has nothing to do with Dahlia, but with Michael River’s ego.”
There is something new on the trophy case. It is unusual for someone who states she does not give guarantees or promises of victory. Sitting on the trophy case are the pieces of the replica of Danika Bayne’s mask that she drove her jian through a few days ago.
“He found Dahlia inside that basement, but he never actually let her out. He did not do anything because he actually loved or even cared about Dahlia. He proved that much by dodging every accusation I threw at him by trying to make himself sound like a great person. He kept her in that basement, made her worship him, love him, need him, and yet failed her faith in him again and again and again, but clearly, he does not care about that. He only cares about himself and how many followers he has. Is it any wonder why, when the UWA finally got on Twitter, he was the first wrestler to join? He needs to be followed. He needs to be worshipped. He needs it like an addict needs a fix.”
She picks up the photo of her and Dahlia in an arena somewhere.
“Michael Rivers can only justify himself, his entire existence, by having someone, anyone, believe he is a savior, and by people hanging on his word. He needs to be worshipped. The people that believe in him and worship him mean nothing to him as long as they worship him because his ego will not allow him to believe that he is weak, pathetic, and needy. He is not a god. He is a parasite, a vampire feeding on the adulation and praise of people he does not care about and after he sucks them dry, he discards them like the trash he views them as.”
She sets the picture down.
“When he finally, finally, gets rid of Miako, and we all see it coming, I will not be there to help her. I will be there to tell her “I told you so” and then I will beat the living hell out of her for ever following that piece of garbage. Joshua McBride could walk back into the UWA and declare his attention to take down the Children and I will still walk out there, and kick the hell out of him until he stops moving, because he followed Michael Rivers.”
There is no sympathy in her voice as she states this.
“There will be no forgiveness. I will not, nor will I EVER, apologize for what I am going to do to anyone who in the Children of Nephilim, past or present, and future has been warned. Mercy, they say, is the hallmark of a great man. I have never claimed to be great, and I am not a man. There will be no forgiveness and no mercy.”
She picks up one of the broken pieces of Danika’s mask.
“This mask is here, because this is my promise, my one pledge to the best person I have ever known. I do not care how long it takes, or what I have to do, I am going to destroy the Children of Nephilim.”
“Their actions have had nothing to do with Dahlia. Michael Rivers is just using her memory to justify his actions. Yeah, he claims Broderick Montgomery III needed to be punished for how he treated women, but really, didn’t Jeszika Gautier do that when she pretty much married him, made him fall for her and then broke his heart on a pay-per-view? I may not like what Silver Baron does for a sidejob, but he does care about his girls. I did not see the Children of Nephilim act when Sang Réal rated the entire women’s roster of the UWA last year by telling the world whether or not they would have sex with the woman in question. I did not see the Children of Nephilim raise a hand against Kyle Travis after he laid out one of the Sin City Knights’ girls last year. They did not touch Cole Hunter after they took Jasmine. Somehow, all those things were acceptable, like choking Bethany while she watched her sister probably end her boyfriend’s career. If the Children of Nephilim should go after anyone to try and protect people, they should go after the Children of Nephilim.”
“You know the sad thing? Michael Rivers calls himself Lucifer reborn, which is stupid because I am pretty sure we had to have the Book of Revelations pass before Lucifer dies, and I am pretty sure he is just cast into the Lake of Fire, not killed outright, but the sad thing is that Lucifer, the Devil himself, is more honest and has more integrity than Michael Rivers will ever be, or will ever have. That’s actually kind of the weird thing about Satan, is that despite being called “the Prince of Lies”, every story you hear of him, he never actually lies to anyone. Yet, that is all Michael Rivers has done since he formed the Children of Nephilim. He is not the Devil, or God. He is not even a man.”
“He violated the memory of the woman he claims to have loved and wanted to protect, Chris North, just so he could justify this cult of his. He could have let her rest in peace. He could have just retired and went on trying to honor her like he never could in life. But he didn’t, because he needs to be followed, he needs to be worshipped. He could have gotten a dog, but instead, he picked up a bitch of a different breed in Danika Bayne and has violated Dahlia far worse than anyone could have.”
“When he hung up that picture, that painting, like it was some kind of shrine to her, like he actually gave damn about her at all, I threw up. I was that angry. I have never been angry enough to get physically ill.”
“In Chinese culture, we strongly believe in ghosts. We hold festivals for them, believe that they can guide us, or come back to torture and kill the living. We hold to these beliefs, even in the modern age because they are so ingrained in us. How can Dahlia sleep knowing that Michael Rivers is using her as a justification for everything the Children of Nephilim has done or will do? She cannot, because there is nothing the Children of Nephilim have done that she would go along with.”
Amy looks at the photos of her and Dahlia together.
“In that one way, Michael Rivers has failed her far greater than he could ever have failed her in life, because he is disturbing her rest.”
“In Chinese folklore, we have a ghost called yuan gui, a “ghost with a grievance.” These ghosts cannot be reincarnated or rest in peace and are condemned to roam the earth as restless spirits until justice is done. At her grave, on the day of her funeral, I promised Dahlia we would meet in the next world, and I will keep that promise. I will not allow Michael River’s ego to force my friend to spend eternity roaming the earth, restless, never finding piece. We also have a creature called the zhi ren, which means “paper people”. These are paper dolls serve a dead master. Since Dahlia cannot take her own vengeance, I will be her zhi ren, and I will do it for her.”
Amy drops the piece of mask on her floor. She steps down on it. The piece starts to crack and shatters under her foot. She looks down coldly at the shattered pieces of the piece of mask.
“Chris North, you can stand there, try to act cryptic, steal part of Sang Réal’s catchphrase, claiming some great knowledge and insight, but you are not an obstacle. You are a speed bump. Either way, whether I win or lose or our match ends in a draw, I am going to go after the Children of Nephilim. You are not going to stop me. Nothing is going to stop me. You are not some great opponent or some predestine foe that will somehow unleash a darkness that sleeps inside of me. The person I consider my greatest rival did not accomplish that, because all she did was bring out my best. You will not do it because there is no darkness inside me waiting to be unleashed to make me evil.”
She looks up at her bookshelf, the history of her career. She then looks around her apartment.
“I think the question you should be asking is do you know who you are, because I know who I am. I know that I am the person going into Monday Night Mayhem to try and kick your head off. Who am I? I am simply Amy Zing.”
She turns away from her trophy case as the scene fades to black.