Post by amyzing on Dec 3, 2015 7:18:24 GMT -6
Inside her bedroom, “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing sits on her bed, legs crossed, eyes closed. Her open hands sit on her sweatpants covered legs. She slowly breathes in and out. She could be sleeping in a very strange position, but she is not. Rather she is mediating.
It is not even midday as she sits on the bed. She has changed the comforter from the white with a floral pattern the pervious time she was in the room. It is now a light blue comforter with dark blue lines forming a pattern of some kind. The pillows are now a little blue. Other than this, the room is still pretty much the same. There are a few pictures on the wall, and nightstand along with a photo, her sword on the top of the dresser in its stand with a small bowl and whetstone, and, as always, the stuffed bear and kitten on her bed, sitting against the pillows.
She slowly opens her eyes, still in that seated position.
“There is something comforting in knowing what is coming. Sure, people love a surprise or a mystery or the unexpected because it makes life interesting. But there is just something about the inevitable, about knowing what is coming or what will happen that makes us, at times feel safe. Some things that are inevitable we would love to avoid even though we can’t, but that is neither here nor there. The things we know are inevitable that we cannot and do not want to avoid, they make us feel safe because we have time to prepare. There is some stress in those things, like holidays and birthdays and weddings, things that have a set date, but are kind of as stressful as they are enjoyable for the most part.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She then exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“It is inevitable that Cataclysm will happen. I know it will happen, there’s no avoiding it. I am ready for it to happen. But, the closer it gets, the closer we get to Cataclysm, the more eager I get.”
“It is inevitable that you, Cole Hunter, will face Fraser Freeman, and personally, no offense, I really do hope he kicks your ass, because, to be perfectly honest, you do have it coming. I mean after what you did to him and the Sin City Knights, I am rather shocked he isn’t trying to beat the hell out of you on a bi-weekly basis. At least, I know that is what I would do if it was me.”
Amy uncrosses her legs, stretching them out.
“It is also inevitable that Michael Rivers will face Kyle Travis and me in back-to-back matches. While I cannot say that I have waited for this as long as he has, because Travis has been feuding with the Children of Nephilim since start of this year, I have wanted to get Michael Rivers into the ring and kick his head off. I do not mean that as a euphemism, or a figure of speech. I literally mean it. I do not care if the Television Championship is on the line or not, or what the stipulation is, I am going to be at Cataclysm and I am going to take Michael Rivers’ head. And I know Georgio Oliver believes that this will somehow end it and that I will be satisfied by this one match. What he fails to realize is that I will not be satisfied by this one match, and I will not consider it over. When the Children of Nephilim are finally broken, then and only then will I consider it to be over. Win, lose or draw, I will get back into the ring with Michael Rivers and I will take a god’s head.”
“It is also inevitable that, at Monday Night Mayhem, you and I will step into the ring to face one another one-on-one for the first time ever.”
She pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to think.
“I am pretty sure we have been in the ring before, in a triple threat match if I remember correctly. Pretty sure you won that match, but I forget who was pinned at the end. Part of me wants to say it was me, but I may be wrong. I feel bad that I don’t remember who the other person in the match was. Either way, I know we have been in the ring and faced each other, but this is the first time we have ever met one-on-one. I really do feel bad that I don’t recall who else was in that match.”
She looks off to her left and down towards the floor, like she is trying to recall that third person, but cannot seem to remember. After a moment, she shrugs and shakes her head, like she had it, but just cannot recall.
“I think it would be safe for me to say that you do not respect me, Cole Hunter. I have no allusions that would convince me differently, though I am basing that on what seems to be the fact that you do not respect any of your opponents. It doesn’t matter who they are or what they have accomplished, you clearly do not respect your opponents at all.”
“While I admit that, having been in the ring with you, I know what you are capable of and I respect what you can do in that ring. However, I will admit that I do not like you as a person and I have no respect for you as a person. In fact, I am waiting for the day someone beats the hell out of you and I really do hope it is Fraser Freeman, because, as I said before, you really do have it coming. I mean honestly, even you have to admit that you do have some sort of a beating coming towards you, be it Freeman or someone else. Sooner or later, it will happen. It’s practically inevitable.”
“I know you don’t respect me Cole.”
She smiles a little, but it is not a happy smile. It is more like a sad smile.
“I have faced a lot of people who did not respect me. I managed to earn the respect of some of them, and others do not respect me still. I know you won’t give it to me. I know that even if I win this match, you will not respect me. I neither need nor want your respect Cole Hunter. I really don’t.”
She glances back at the stuffed bear and kitten on her bed, gifts from her friend Dahlia. The bear was a gift from the first time they ever met. The kitten was a gift from when Amy stood by Dahlia when she became a two-time ACW Women’s Champion.
“Maybe you think I am somehow weak because I am nice or have keepsakes or something. That’s fine. I have spent a career being underestimated, thought of as weak or as an easy target for someone. Maybe I bring it on myself because I try to be a nice person. I really do not understand why nice is mistaken as weak. I personally have never understood why one cannot be nice and, at the same time, not be weak.”
She pets the bear and the kitten, and then sets her hand down on the bed. She looks ways from them.
“But go ahead, Cole Hunter, confuse being nice for being weak, because that seems to be the kind of person you are. Underestimate me, because you think I’m going to be an easy win or because you think I’m weak. Then get into the ring and find out how weak I really am. Yes, I may lose this match, but I will not go down without a fight. I am going to go into that ring and I am going to make you work for it. Win, lose or draw, I am going to make you work for this match because that’s what I do.”
“Honor, hard work, dedication, loyalty and perseverance mean something to me, Cole Hunter. Maybe they don’t mean anything to you, but they mean everything to me. When I make a promise, I do my best to keep it because without honor, what do you have. I have worked very hard to get where I am and to accomplish what I have accomplished and I have dedicated myself to this business and my fans. Those same fans that cheer me on every single time I go to the ring, the same fans that will be cheering me on at Monday Night Mayhem, I am lucky to have them. It is why I will never betray them by giving up.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” gets up off the bed, causing the bear to fall over a bit. She sets the bear back up into a seated position.
“You can think you are a great predator Cole Hunter, but there’s actually not such a thing as being top of the food chain. Everything that hunts other creatures is often hunted itself. Every predator has its own predator. People like to say that the human race is at the top of the food chain, but every year you about an animal attacking and even killing someone. The super dinosaur in that new Jurassic Park movie got eaten, and it was built to be a killing machine apex predator monster thing. Everything that hunts can be hunted itself. Every predator has a predator. Even you, Cole Hunter, can be hunted. Even you can be taken down.”
“And maybe it won’t be me. I really doubt it will be me who does take you down. It maybe Sentinel or Jeszika Gautier or maybe it will be Fraser Freeman at Cataclysm. Either way, Cole Hunter, someone is going to give you the beating you deserve. I mean, honestly, maybe mentally and emotionally destroying wasn’t the best idea, because now he walks into Cataclysm with literally nothing to lose, nothing left from him that you can take and nothing you can do to compromise him. Really doesn’t seem like the greatest plan in the world to me, but that’s just me. Really, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if he does actually beat the hell out of you.”
Amy stands at her dresser, looking up at the jian, the sword the Chinese refer to as “the Gentlemen of Weapons” and along with the staff, the saber and the spear, one of the most revered weapons in Chinese culture, that sits on top.
“No I suppose you are going to do something like mock me with a hired actress, possibly a little person, dressed as me and it’ll boil down to that person pretending to be me saying things like “you’re mean” or “I never give up” or something like that and you will think it is oh so clever and that it will be the first time anyone has gotten into my head, thus throwing me off my game, luring me into your trap and making me an easier kill.”
“The thing is though Cole, I have heard things like that before, although, those people did not go to the trouble of hiring an actress, regardless of size, to play me. It’s not going to get into my head, because right now, Cole Hunter, I am focused on one thing and only one thing.”
The UWA Television Champion takes the weapon in her hands and slowly slides the blade from its sheath. She looks at the sword in her hand, the same sword she has held to the throats of Michael Rivers and Danika Bayne. Her eyes focus on that cold, hard, blade. It shines as if freshly polished. Its edges look as if it was freshly sharpened.
“At Cataclysm, I get into the ring with Michael Rivers. Do you really, truly believe I am going to let you prevent that from happening Cole Hunter? I do not care whether or not you like the Children of Nephilim, I don’t. If you are not allied with them, then I am going to go to Mayhem, facing you in the ring, and going on to Cataclysm and taking Michael Rivers’ head. But if you are allied with him, then you had best believe I am coming for your head.”
“I know, much like she did to Michael Rivers, Dahlia means nothing to you, but she meant a great deal to me. To watch the Children of Nephilim corrupt the memory of someone as innocent, kind and pure as Dahlia all for the ego of a nobody with a god complex who desperately needs people to cling to him as a messiah to justify his own worth because he is that sad and pathetic and yet claims to be doing it for her is something I am not going to allow to continue.”
“So if you think I am scared to face you, you understand very little. If you think for a second that I am going to let you, in any way at all, prevent me from going to Cataclysm and getting a chance to kick his ass, you understand even less. If you think that I am not going to fight, to go into Monday Night Mayhem and fight you because you believe I am afraid of you, or that I am weak then you understand absolutely nothing, Cole Hunter. Win, lose or draw, I am coming to fight and I am going to make you work for this one Cole Hunter. I have no intentions of going down without a fight.”
“I do not back down. I do not run. And, most importantly, I do not give up. I will go until I have absolutely nothing left to give. Those are not just bold words that I am saying to try and sound intimidating. I know I am not intimidating. I mean look at me. I’m only 5’5” and barely over one hundred pounds, so I know that you are not intimidated by me. Maybe slightly amused, but you are not intimidated. I can guess that much.”
She slides the sword back into the scabbard, the metal sliding against the wood slowly, and closes her eyes as she does so. She takes a deep breath and then exhales at the same time she opens her eyes.
“Yes, Cole Hunter, maybe you see me as a joke or something not worth your time, just easy prey ready for the hunt. To you I am probably some little dog yipping at a loin. You see this as a gnat trying to slay a giant. But just remember, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. We remember David versus Goliath because David won. If Goliath won, no one would remember it, because he was a giant warrior who probably won tons of battles. David had a sling and his faith against a giant in armor with a shield and a sword and managed to kill him with a stone and a shot to the head. All I need is one well placed kick and I could do it.”
She sets the weapon back on its stand, but the UWA Television Champion does not look away, nor does she turn away from the jian.
“Yes Cole Hunter, I am the underdog. I am the underdog in pretty much every match I go into. I am used to it. It just gives me focus, makes me fight harder. The thing you need to remember about underdogs, Cole Hunter, is that every dog has its day, even an underdog. Maybe, just maybe, Monday Night Mayhem will be my day.”
“So go ahead, Cole Hunter, underestimate me. Assume I am weak. Assume that I am going to be an easy win. Assume that you are the hunter about to take down his latest kill, but the thing is, you cannot kill a phoenix. They rise from the ashes of every death, reborn and ready for more. You cannot hunt what you cannot kill.”
She takes a seat back on her bed, which causes the bear to tip over. “The Hong Kong Sensation” sets the bear back up and keeps her hand there as she crosses her legs. She turns away from the bear and sets her hands on her knees in a cupped position. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Win, lose or draw, I am going to make you work for this hunt, Cole Hunter. Maybe you get the kill, or maybe, just maybe, this one slips away. Either way, I am not going down without a fight. I will fight until I have nothing left and I will never give up. I have a match with Michael Rivers and I am not letting you stop me from getting to it. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
Her eyes open for a moment.
“See you Monday.”
Closing her eyes again, Amy returns to her meditation as the scene fades out.
It is not even midday as she sits on the bed. She has changed the comforter from the white with a floral pattern the pervious time she was in the room. It is now a light blue comforter with dark blue lines forming a pattern of some kind. The pillows are now a little blue. Other than this, the room is still pretty much the same. There are a few pictures on the wall, and nightstand along with a photo, her sword on the top of the dresser in its stand with a small bowl and whetstone, and, as always, the stuffed bear and kitten on her bed, sitting against the pillows.
She slowly opens her eyes, still in that seated position.
“There is something comforting in knowing what is coming. Sure, people love a surprise or a mystery or the unexpected because it makes life interesting. But there is just something about the inevitable, about knowing what is coming or what will happen that makes us, at times feel safe. Some things that are inevitable we would love to avoid even though we can’t, but that is neither here nor there. The things we know are inevitable that we cannot and do not want to avoid, they make us feel safe because we have time to prepare. There is some stress in those things, like holidays and birthdays and weddings, things that have a set date, but are kind of as stressful as they are enjoyable for the most part.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She then exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“It is inevitable that Cataclysm will happen. I know it will happen, there’s no avoiding it. I am ready for it to happen. But, the closer it gets, the closer we get to Cataclysm, the more eager I get.”
“It is inevitable that you, Cole Hunter, will face Fraser Freeman, and personally, no offense, I really do hope he kicks your ass, because, to be perfectly honest, you do have it coming. I mean after what you did to him and the Sin City Knights, I am rather shocked he isn’t trying to beat the hell out of you on a bi-weekly basis. At least, I know that is what I would do if it was me.”
Amy uncrosses her legs, stretching them out.
“It is also inevitable that Michael Rivers will face Kyle Travis and me in back-to-back matches. While I cannot say that I have waited for this as long as he has, because Travis has been feuding with the Children of Nephilim since start of this year, I have wanted to get Michael Rivers into the ring and kick his head off. I do not mean that as a euphemism, or a figure of speech. I literally mean it. I do not care if the Television Championship is on the line or not, or what the stipulation is, I am going to be at Cataclysm and I am going to take Michael Rivers’ head. And I know Georgio Oliver believes that this will somehow end it and that I will be satisfied by this one match. What he fails to realize is that I will not be satisfied by this one match, and I will not consider it over. When the Children of Nephilim are finally broken, then and only then will I consider it to be over. Win, lose or draw, I will get back into the ring with Michael Rivers and I will take a god’s head.”
“It is also inevitable that, at Monday Night Mayhem, you and I will step into the ring to face one another one-on-one for the first time ever.”
She pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to think.
“I am pretty sure we have been in the ring before, in a triple threat match if I remember correctly. Pretty sure you won that match, but I forget who was pinned at the end. Part of me wants to say it was me, but I may be wrong. I feel bad that I don’t remember who the other person in the match was. Either way, I know we have been in the ring and faced each other, but this is the first time we have ever met one-on-one. I really do feel bad that I don’t recall who else was in that match.”
She looks off to her left and down towards the floor, like she is trying to recall that third person, but cannot seem to remember. After a moment, she shrugs and shakes her head, like she had it, but just cannot recall.
“I think it would be safe for me to say that you do not respect me, Cole Hunter. I have no allusions that would convince me differently, though I am basing that on what seems to be the fact that you do not respect any of your opponents. It doesn’t matter who they are or what they have accomplished, you clearly do not respect your opponents at all.”
“While I admit that, having been in the ring with you, I know what you are capable of and I respect what you can do in that ring. However, I will admit that I do not like you as a person and I have no respect for you as a person. In fact, I am waiting for the day someone beats the hell out of you and I really do hope it is Fraser Freeman, because, as I said before, you really do have it coming. I mean honestly, even you have to admit that you do have some sort of a beating coming towards you, be it Freeman or someone else. Sooner or later, it will happen. It’s practically inevitable.”
“I know you don’t respect me Cole.”
She smiles a little, but it is not a happy smile. It is more like a sad smile.
“I have faced a lot of people who did not respect me. I managed to earn the respect of some of them, and others do not respect me still. I know you won’t give it to me. I know that even if I win this match, you will not respect me. I neither need nor want your respect Cole Hunter. I really don’t.”
She glances back at the stuffed bear and kitten on her bed, gifts from her friend Dahlia. The bear was a gift from the first time they ever met. The kitten was a gift from when Amy stood by Dahlia when she became a two-time ACW Women’s Champion.
“Maybe you think I am somehow weak because I am nice or have keepsakes or something. That’s fine. I have spent a career being underestimated, thought of as weak or as an easy target for someone. Maybe I bring it on myself because I try to be a nice person. I really do not understand why nice is mistaken as weak. I personally have never understood why one cannot be nice and, at the same time, not be weak.”
She pets the bear and the kitten, and then sets her hand down on the bed. She looks ways from them.
“But go ahead, Cole Hunter, confuse being nice for being weak, because that seems to be the kind of person you are. Underestimate me, because you think I’m going to be an easy win or because you think I’m weak. Then get into the ring and find out how weak I really am. Yes, I may lose this match, but I will not go down without a fight. I am going to go into that ring and I am going to make you work for it. Win, lose or draw, I am going to make you work for this match because that’s what I do.”
“Honor, hard work, dedication, loyalty and perseverance mean something to me, Cole Hunter. Maybe they don’t mean anything to you, but they mean everything to me. When I make a promise, I do my best to keep it because without honor, what do you have. I have worked very hard to get where I am and to accomplish what I have accomplished and I have dedicated myself to this business and my fans. Those same fans that cheer me on every single time I go to the ring, the same fans that will be cheering me on at Monday Night Mayhem, I am lucky to have them. It is why I will never betray them by giving up.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” gets up off the bed, causing the bear to fall over a bit. She sets the bear back up into a seated position.
“You can think you are a great predator Cole Hunter, but there’s actually not such a thing as being top of the food chain. Everything that hunts other creatures is often hunted itself. Every predator has its own predator. People like to say that the human race is at the top of the food chain, but every year you about an animal attacking and even killing someone. The super dinosaur in that new Jurassic Park movie got eaten, and it was built to be a killing machine apex predator monster thing. Everything that hunts can be hunted itself. Every predator has a predator. Even you, Cole Hunter, can be hunted. Even you can be taken down.”
“And maybe it won’t be me. I really doubt it will be me who does take you down. It maybe Sentinel or Jeszika Gautier or maybe it will be Fraser Freeman at Cataclysm. Either way, Cole Hunter, someone is going to give you the beating you deserve. I mean, honestly, maybe mentally and emotionally destroying wasn’t the best idea, because now he walks into Cataclysm with literally nothing to lose, nothing left from him that you can take and nothing you can do to compromise him. Really doesn’t seem like the greatest plan in the world to me, but that’s just me. Really, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself if he does actually beat the hell out of you.”
Amy stands at her dresser, looking up at the jian, the sword the Chinese refer to as “the Gentlemen of Weapons” and along with the staff, the saber and the spear, one of the most revered weapons in Chinese culture, that sits on top.
“No I suppose you are going to do something like mock me with a hired actress, possibly a little person, dressed as me and it’ll boil down to that person pretending to be me saying things like “you’re mean” or “I never give up” or something like that and you will think it is oh so clever and that it will be the first time anyone has gotten into my head, thus throwing me off my game, luring me into your trap and making me an easier kill.”
“The thing is though Cole, I have heard things like that before, although, those people did not go to the trouble of hiring an actress, regardless of size, to play me. It’s not going to get into my head, because right now, Cole Hunter, I am focused on one thing and only one thing.”
The UWA Television Champion takes the weapon in her hands and slowly slides the blade from its sheath. She looks at the sword in her hand, the same sword she has held to the throats of Michael Rivers and Danika Bayne. Her eyes focus on that cold, hard, blade. It shines as if freshly polished. Its edges look as if it was freshly sharpened.
“At Cataclysm, I get into the ring with Michael Rivers. Do you really, truly believe I am going to let you prevent that from happening Cole Hunter? I do not care whether or not you like the Children of Nephilim, I don’t. If you are not allied with them, then I am going to go to Mayhem, facing you in the ring, and going on to Cataclysm and taking Michael Rivers’ head. But if you are allied with him, then you had best believe I am coming for your head.”
“I know, much like she did to Michael Rivers, Dahlia means nothing to you, but she meant a great deal to me. To watch the Children of Nephilim corrupt the memory of someone as innocent, kind and pure as Dahlia all for the ego of a nobody with a god complex who desperately needs people to cling to him as a messiah to justify his own worth because he is that sad and pathetic and yet claims to be doing it for her is something I am not going to allow to continue.”
“So if you think I am scared to face you, you understand very little. If you think for a second that I am going to let you, in any way at all, prevent me from going to Cataclysm and getting a chance to kick his ass, you understand even less. If you think that I am not going to fight, to go into Monday Night Mayhem and fight you because you believe I am afraid of you, or that I am weak then you understand absolutely nothing, Cole Hunter. Win, lose or draw, I am coming to fight and I am going to make you work for this one Cole Hunter. I have no intentions of going down without a fight.”
“I do not back down. I do not run. And, most importantly, I do not give up. I will go until I have absolutely nothing left to give. Those are not just bold words that I am saying to try and sound intimidating. I know I am not intimidating. I mean look at me. I’m only 5’5” and barely over one hundred pounds, so I know that you are not intimidated by me. Maybe slightly amused, but you are not intimidated. I can guess that much.”
She slides the sword back into the scabbard, the metal sliding against the wood slowly, and closes her eyes as she does so. She takes a deep breath and then exhales at the same time she opens her eyes.
“Yes, Cole Hunter, maybe you see me as a joke or something not worth your time, just easy prey ready for the hunt. To you I am probably some little dog yipping at a loin. You see this as a gnat trying to slay a giant. But just remember, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. We remember David versus Goliath because David won. If Goliath won, no one would remember it, because he was a giant warrior who probably won tons of battles. David had a sling and his faith against a giant in armor with a shield and a sword and managed to kill him with a stone and a shot to the head. All I need is one well placed kick and I could do it.”
She sets the weapon back on its stand, but the UWA Television Champion does not look away, nor does she turn away from the jian.
“Yes Cole Hunter, I am the underdog. I am the underdog in pretty much every match I go into. I am used to it. It just gives me focus, makes me fight harder. The thing you need to remember about underdogs, Cole Hunter, is that every dog has its day, even an underdog. Maybe, just maybe, Monday Night Mayhem will be my day.”
“So go ahead, Cole Hunter, underestimate me. Assume I am weak. Assume that I am going to be an easy win. Assume that you are the hunter about to take down his latest kill, but the thing is, you cannot kill a phoenix. They rise from the ashes of every death, reborn and ready for more. You cannot hunt what you cannot kill.”
She takes a seat back on her bed, which causes the bear to tip over. “The Hong Kong Sensation” sets the bear back up and keeps her hand there as she crosses her legs. She turns away from the bear and sets her hands on her knees in a cupped position. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“Win, lose or draw, I am going to make you work for this hunt, Cole Hunter. Maybe you get the kill, or maybe, just maybe, this one slips away. Either way, I am not going down without a fight. I will fight until I have nothing left and I will never give up. I have a match with Michael Rivers and I am not letting you stop me from getting to it. At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
Her eyes open for a moment.
“See you Monday.”
Closing her eyes again, Amy returns to her meditation as the scene fades out.