Post by amyzing on Dec 21, 2015 11:57:51 GMT -6
Inside her apartment, “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing tucks a t-shirt into her jeans. Her shirt is black with the classic “Star Wars” logo on it. She finishes tucking it in and checks her purse, taking out her wallet and then taking out a movie ticket.
She puts the ticket in her wallet and back inside her purse and then checks for her keys. She pulls her hair into a ponytail, not with a ribbon like she does when wrestling, but with a simple colored elastic. Sitting on the sofa is a black baseball cap, which also has the “Star Wars” logo on it.
Amy picks up the hat and looks at the logo.
“Everyone expects me to try and save Michael Rivers, like I still see the good inside of him and I believe he can be saved, like Luke Skywalker, and his mother, Padme, going to try to reach out to him believed that there was still good inside Darth Vader, that somewhere in there, there was still Anakin Skywalker or some small spark of him inside the monster he had become and that I believe that I can somehow save him, as if not fighting him or talking to him will bring him back.”
She sighs and shakes her head, setting the hat down on the couch again.
“That, however, is not going to happen. I am not going to try to reach out to him and talk him back to being good. I am not going to try to save him. I am not going to try, because I have to admit that this is something I cannot do. No one can. There is nothing and no one Michael Rivers loves more than Michael Rivers. Not Dahlia. Not the Children of Nephilim. Nothing means anything to Michael Rivers except Michael Rivers.”
An anger becomes visible in her eyes and audible in her voice.
“Michael Rivers cannot be saved because there is nothing to save. He cannot get over himself. He needs to believe he matters, that he means something and they only way he can do that is by having people clinging to him, having them need him when they really do not, and hanging on his every word, treating him like some sort of savior, like he is special when in reality, he is just a sad, lonely, pathetic man.”
“So, no, I cannot save him. I have no intention of saving him. As much as I know Dahlia would want me to save him, the truth of it is that she never needed him. He needed her more. There is nothing of Michael Rivers to save. To believe anything different…that would be the lie.”
“At Cataclysm I have no intention of trying to save him or attempting to bring him back to the man he was, because I do not believe there is any good in him, nor do I believe there is anything in there worth saving, even for Dahlia. There’s not going to be some moment where he saves me, picking up my attacker, his master, and throwing him down a pit as he embraces the light again. There is no redemption for Michael Rivers. There is nothing to save. So instead, I am taking his head. And I do mean that literally.”
“Now I suppose I could get mad that Michael Rivers interfered in my match with Cole Hunter, and I could blame him for losing, but I am not going to give him the satisfaction. I lose the match. I had Cole Hunter and I allowed myself to be distracted. I lost the match. I am not going to blame Rivers. I am just going to take his head at Cataclysm.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales and opens her eyes. The anger appears to be gone for now, like she has it under control.
“But this week, I have other things to do, like Christmas shopping, even though I am not Christian and I really don’t celebrate Christmas, but I do have a lot of friends who celebrate Christmas and I have to get them. I am Buddhist and we don’t really have anything like Christmas, but we have religious festivals and holidays, although you really don’t see them on calendars. And tonight, I am going to go see Star Wars-Episode VII: The Force Awakens. I mean, clearly I plan to see it as I am dressed for it. Although, I suppose I could to other places wearing this shirt and hat, but it does make sense to wear something Star Wars if going to see a Star Wars movie. I do hope the movie is good. It’s really amazing in this day and age where news is almost instant thanks to social media that nothing leaked except what little information has been allowed to leak. I mean I am glad things haven’t leaked, because I would hate to have it spoiled for me. Though I am sure that’s the way everyone feels about this movie. I have heard great reviews about the movie, but that’s really all I have heard other than a cast list, but everyone knows a movie’s cast list. That’s one of the first things anyone learns about a movie. Just glad to hear the reviews are good.”
Realizing she is rambling, the UWA Television Champion closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and then opens her eyes again to regain her composure and train of thought.
“I also have a tag team match this week, which seems rather strange, but considering everyone wants that title match we’re all competing for, and I lost a match on the last Mayhem, I do need to get back into the ring and start trying to win matches because, and I will admit it, I would like to challenge for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. I’ve never actually been in a world championship match before. I mean, I have been in championship matches. Obviously I have considering that I am, somehow, a champion. I never thought I would get the far. I always believed I could become a champion, and that one day, I would win a championship, but believing I can do something and actually doing it are two different things. I was as shocked as anyone when I won my first title, and I was still as shocked when I won my second title. That first time was against probably the biggest rival in my entire career, and it was an all out war. My second title win was just amazing because there were a lot of people in the ring and somehow, I walked out with the title. That third title win was just emotional, and still as shocking. If I ever win that world title, I am going to be out in the crowd, crying with that title raised high in the air. But that is a pretty big “if” because there are a lot of wrestlers in the UWA and all of them want that title shot. Sentinel came out of nowhere to become UWA World Heavyweight Champion. He returned after injury and just started winning match after match after match and next thing we know, he is champion. I mean look at the playing field, people like Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, Cole Hunter, Jeszika Gautier, Silver Baron and pretty much everyone in the UWA, all of whom want the title and are more likely than me to get the shot. But, I confess, I am rather content where I am. Yes, I would love to become UWA World Heavyweight Champion someday, but I have accepted that it may not happen for me, and that’s fine. I’ve accomplished more than I ever dreamed of in my career and I would like to believe I have proven, at the very least, that I belong in the UWA. Still, I will be the first to admit that my career is not yet over and I can accomplish a lot more, or I may accomplish nothing more. I really don’t know.”
Amy suddenly realizes that she has been rambling again and once more closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. She opens her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“Where was I?”
It seems the UWA Television Champions has lost her train of thought.
“Oh right.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” snaps her fingers.
“As I was saying, this week I am also in competition in a tag team match with Saraya Hope.”
She pauses for a moment.
“I think I pronounced that right. I mean I know how to say hope, but I am not totally sure how to pronounce the first name. I don’t think anyone has so far, or spelled it right. Well obviously the owner of the name knows how to pronounce it and spell it, but I am guessing. I am not sure if it is Sarah-Ya, or Sar-Aya or Sar-A-ya or how exactly to pronounce it and I feel bad that I am messing up her name. I really want to say Sar-A-ya, and that is really just me guessing, so if I mess it up, I do apologize and hopefully, you can tell me at Mayhem and maybe we can be friends.”
“But anyway, this week, I am teaming Saraya Hope and we are taking on the debuting Rossi Family. At least I think it is there debut match. I don’t recall seeing them around before this week. Saraya has had a few matches. I am not sure if there were any victories among those few matches, but who am I to judge? Any time I win a match, people seem to think it is a fluke apparently, which actually rather disappointing to hear Silver Baron say, because I thought, while we were not exactly friends, there was a modicum of respect between us. Clearly, I was wrong. I mean I know he is going through some stuff and he was lashing out, but still, really disappointing.”
“I do not recall ever calling a single loss in my career a fluke. You either win a match, or you do not and you lose. Yes, luck factors into it, but only in getting the victory. I kicked Silver Baron in the head and pinned him. I hardly call that a fluke. Nor will I call this past Mayhem where Cole Hunter beat me a fluke. I had him, allowed myself to get distracted and he capitalized with the On The Hunt and pinned me. I fail to see exactly how that qualifies as a fluke. I mean if we both tripped and butted heads, knocking each other out and he fell on top of me, then I guess that could be considered a fluke of some sort. It’d also be really embarrassing.”
Amy shrugs a bit.
“But that is neither here nor there. No. This week, Saraya Hope and I are welcoming the Rossi Family to the UWA the only way people tend to get welcomed to a place like the UWA; inside the ring, in a match. I mean okay, yes, maybe we will exchange pleasantries before the match, like a hello or pass each other in catering, and say hello without actually recognizing who each other is, because we have never met before. That could happen, but as we are probably better off assuming that our first interaction will be inside the ring, trying to beat each other in a match. Oddly enough, this is really the first interaction I will have with Saraya Hope.”
“Well nothing I can do about it now except for try better next time I have the chance. And who knows? This may be the start of something. I have never really been a part of a tag team. I have had a tag team match here and there, but I have never spent time as a tag team wrestler. This could be the start of something. I think Amy Zing Hope has a decent ring to it for a team name. Obviously my name is a play on “amazing.” We have all figured that out, but it was easier than using my real name, which is Chinese and I have had the pronunciation of it messed up enough in my childhood to not want to hear Jamie mess it up on a worldwide broadcast. But Amy Zing Hope sounds like amazing hope and I think it works as a team name for her and I.”
“I will admit that I am getting ahead of myself there. We have yet to wrestle this match and there’s no guarantee that we are even going to win it. I am not a tag team wrestler and neither is Saraya. I have had a few tag team matches and all her matches in the UWA so far have been singles matches. And that does seemingly give the Rossi Family an advantage as they are a tag team, and I would assume they have been teaming for awhile.”
“So Rossi Family, it falls to Saraya and I to welcome you to the UWA, and welcome you here we will. Not really sure how the match is going to go down though, I mean we could lose and your debut is successful. Then again, it could end up with us winning the match, which would be great for us and rather disappointing for you I would believe as I can’t imagine you coming here and wanting to lose your debut match.”
There is an angry look in her eyes, but she seems to have that emotion under control, not letting it into her voice.
“Roman De Luca, Nico Ricci, I have a match a Cataclysm against Michael Rivers. I fully intend to make it to that match. I will admit that I would love to walk into that match with a victory this week. I also have to admit that I would love to take a shot at Rivers, but as it is Christmas, I may be able to avoid that temptation and not take his head at Mayhem. I would not be doing it for him, but for Dahlia, as my last gift to her before I go to Cataclysm to take his head.”
Amy picks the hat up and puts it on, pulling her ponytail through the back and making sure it sits right. She picks up her bag.
“But that is then and this is now. Now we head into Monday Night Mayhem and this match. Maybe Saraya and I win or maybe you win Rossi Family, but I am going to give this everything I have when I try to kick someone’s head off, and I am going to show you why I am simply Amy Zing”
Grabbing a jacket from a peg near her door, Amy throws the jacket on and opens the door.
“So, Saraya, Rossi Family, I will see you Monday.”
She closes the door behind her as the scene fades out.
She puts the ticket in her wallet and back inside her purse and then checks for her keys. She pulls her hair into a ponytail, not with a ribbon like she does when wrestling, but with a simple colored elastic. Sitting on the sofa is a black baseball cap, which also has the “Star Wars” logo on it.
Amy picks up the hat and looks at the logo.
“Everyone expects me to try and save Michael Rivers, like I still see the good inside of him and I believe he can be saved, like Luke Skywalker, and his mother, Padme, going to try to reach out to him believed that there was still good inside Darth Vader, that somewhere in there, there was still Anakin Skywalker or some small spark of him inside the monster he had become and that I believe that I can somehow save him, as if not fighting him or talking to him will bring him back.”
She sighs and shakes her head, setting the hat down on the couch again.
“That, however, is not going to happen. I am not going to try to reach out to him and talk him back to being good. I am not going to try to save him. I am not going to try, because I have to admit that this is something I cannot do. No one can. There is nothing and no one Michael Rivers loves more than Michael Rivers. Not Dahlia. Not the Children of Nephilim. Nothing means anything to Michael Rivers except Michael Rivers.”
An anger becomes visible in her eyes and audible in her voice.
“Michael Rivers cannot be saved because there is nothing to save. He cannot get over himself. He needs to believe he matters, that he means something and they only way he can do that is by having people clinging to him, having them need him when they really do not, and hanging on his every word, treating him like some sort of savior, like he is special when in reality, he is just a sad, lonely, pathetic man.”
“So, no, I cannot save him. I have no intention of saving him. As much as I know Dahlia would want me to save him, the truth of it is that she never needed him. He needed her more. There is nothing of Michael Rivers to save. To believe anything different…that would be the lie.”
“At Cataclysm I have no intention of trying to save him or attempting to bring him back to the man he was, because I do not believe there is any good in him, nor do I believe there is anything in there worth saving, even for Dahlia. There’s not going to be some moment where he saves me, picking up my attacker, his master, and throwing him down a pit as he embraces the light again. There is no redemption for Michael Rivers. There is nothing to save. So instead, I am taking his head. And I do mean that literally.”
“Now I suppose I could get mad that Michael Rivers interfered in my match with Cole Hunter, and I could blame him for losing, but I am not going to give him the satisfaction. I lose the match. I had Cole Hunter and I allowed myself to be distracted. I lost the match. I am not going to blame Rivers. I am just going to take his head at Cataclysm.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales and opens her eyes. The anger appears to be gone for now, like she has it under control.
“But this week, I have other things to do, like Christmas shopping, even though I am not Christian and I really don’t celebrate Christmas, but I do have a lot of friends who celebrate Christmas and I have to get them. I am Buddhist and we don’t really have anything like Christmas, but we have religious festivals and holidays, although you really don’t see them on calendars. And tonight, I am going to go see Star Wars-Episode VII: The Force Awakens. I mean, clearly I plan to see it as I am dressed for it. Although, I suppose I could to other places wearing this shirt and hat, but it does make sense to wear something Star Wars if going to see a Star Wars movie. I do hope the movie is good. It’s really amazing in this day and age where news is almost instant thanks to social media that nothing leaked except what little information has been allowed to leak. I mean I am glad things haven’t leaked, because I would hate to have it spoiled for me. Though I am sure that’s the way everyone feels about this movie. I have heard great reviews about the movie, but that’s really all I have heard other than a cast list, but everyone knows a movie’s cast list. That’s one of the first things anyone learns about a movie. Just glad to hear the reviews are good.”
Realizing she is rambling, the UWA Television Champion closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly and then opens her eyes again to regain her composure and train of thought.
“I also have a tag team match this week, which seems rather strange, but considering everyone wants that title match we’re all competing for, and I lost a match on the last Mayhem, I do need to get back into the ring and start trying to win matches because, and I will admit it, I would like to challenge for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. I’ve never actually been in a world championship match before. I mean, I have been in championship matches. Obviously I have considering that I am, somehow, a champion. I never thought I would get the far. I always believed I could become a champion, and that one day, I would win a championship, but believing I can do something and actually doing it are two different things. I was as shocked as anyone when I won my first title, and I was still as shocked when I won my second title. That first time was against probably the biggest rival in my entire career, and it was an all out war. My second title win was just amazing because there were a lot of people in the ring and somehow, I walked out with the title. That third title win was just emotional, and still as shocking. If I ever win that world title, I am going to be out in the crowd, crying with that title raised high in the air. But that is a pretty big “if” because there are a lot of wrestlers in the UWA and all of them want that title shot. Sentinel came out of nowhere to become UWA World Heavyweight Champion. He returned after injury and just started winning match after match after match and next thing we know, he is champion. I mean look at the playing field, people like Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, Cole Hunter, Jeszika Gautier, Silver Baron and pretty much everyone in the UWA, all of whom want the title and are more likely than me to get the shot. But, I confess, I am rather content where I am. Yes, I would love to become UWA World Heavyweight Champion someday, but I have accepted that it may not happen for me, and that’s fine. I’ve accomplished more than I ever dreamed of in my career and I would like to believe I have proven, at the very least, that I belong in the UWA. Still, I will be the first to admit that my career is not yet over and I can accomplish a lot more, or I may accomplish nothing more. I really don’t know.”
Amy suddenly realizes that she has been rambling again and once more closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. She opens her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“Where was I?”
It seems the UWA Television Champions has lost her train of thought.
“Oh right.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” snaps her fingers.
“As I was saying, this week I am also in competition in a tag team match with Saraya Hope.”
She pauses for a moment.
“I think I pronounced that right. I mean I know how to say hope, but I am not totally sure how to pronounce the first name. I don’t think anyone has so far, or spelled it right. Well obviously the owner of the name knows how to pronounce it and spell it, but I am guessing. I am not sure if it is Sarah-Ya, or Sar-Aya or Sar-A-ya or how exactly to pronounce it and I feel bad that I am messing up her name. I really want to say Sar-A-ya, and that is really just me guessing, so if I mess it up, I do apologize and hopefully, you can tell me at Mayhem and maybe we can be friends.”
“But anyway, this week, I am teaming Saraya Hope and we are taking on the debuting Rossi Family. At least I think it is there debut match. I don’t recall seeing them around before this week. Saraya has had a few matches. I am not sure if there were any victories among those few matches, but who am I to judge? Any time I win a match, people seem to think it is a fluke apparently, which actually rather disappointing to hear Silver Baron say, because I thought, while we were not exactly friends, there was a modicum of respect between us. Clearly, I was wrong. I mean I know he is going through some stuff and he was lashing out, but still, really disappointing.”
“I do not recall ever calling a single loss in my career a fluke. You either win a match, or you do not and you lose. Yes, luck factors into it, but only in getting the victory. I kicked Silver Baron in the head and pinned him. I hardly call that a fluke. Nor will I call this past Mayhem where Cole Hunter beat me a fluke. I had him, allowed myself to get distracted and he capitalized with the On The Hunt and pinned me. I fail to see exactly how that qualifies as a fluke. I mean if we both tripped and butted heads, knocking each other out and he fell on top of me, then I guess that could be considered a fluke of some sort. It’d also be really embarrassing.”
Amy shrugs a bit.
“But that is neither here nor there. No. This week, Saraya Hope and I are welcoming the Rossi Family to the UWA the only way people tend to get welcomed to a place like the UWA; inside the ring, in a match. I mean okay, yes, maybe we will exchange pleasantries before the match, like a hello or pass each other in catering, and say hello without actually recognizing who each other is, because we have never met before. That could happen, but as we are probably better off assuming that our first interaction will be inside the ring, trying to beat each other in a match. Oddly enough, this is really the first interaction I will have with Saraya Hope.”
“Well nothing I can do about it now except for try better next time I have the chance. And who knows? This may be the start of something. I have never really been a part of a tag team. I have had a tag team match here and there, but I have never spent time as a tag team wrestler. This could be the start of something. I think Amy Zing Hope has a decent ring to it for a team name. Obviously my name is a play on “amazing.” We have all figured that out, but it was easier than using my real name, which is Chinese and I have had the pronunciation of it messed up enough in my childhood to not want to hear Jamie mess it up on a worldwide broadcast. But Amy Zing Hope sounds like amazing hope and I think it works as a team name for her and I.”
“I will admit that I am getting ahead of myself there. We have yet to wrestle this match and there’s no guarantee that we are even going to win it. I am not a tag team wrestler and neither is Saraya. I have had a few tag team matches and all her matches in the UWA so far have been singles matches. And that does seemingly give the Rossi Family an advantage as they are a tag team, and I would assume they have been teaming for awhile.”
“So Rossi Family, it falls to Saraya and I to welcome you to the UWA, and welcome you here we will. Not really sure how the match is going to go down though, I mean we could lose and your debut is successful. Then again, it could end up with us winning the match, which would be great for us and rather disappointing for you I would believe as I can’t imagine you coming here and wanting to lose your debut match.”
There is an angry look in her eyes, but she seems to have that emotion under control, not letting it into her voice.
“Roman De Luca, Nico Ricci, I have a match a Cataclysm against Michael Rivers. I fully intend to make it to that match. I will admit that I would love to walk into that match with a victory this week. I also have to admit that I would love to take a shot at Rivers, but as it is Christmas, I may be able to avoid that temptation and not take his head at Mayhem. I would not be doing it for him, but for Dahlia, as my last gift to her before I go to Cataclysm to take his head.”
Amy picks the hat up and puts it on, pulling her ponytail through the back and making sure it sits right. She picks up her bag.
“But that is then and this is now. Now we head into Monday Night Mayhem and this match. Maybe Saraya and I win or maybe you win Rossi Family, but I am going to give this everything I have when I try to kick someone’s head off, and I am going to show you why I am simply Amy Zing”
Grabbing a jacket from a peg near her door, Amy throws the jacket on and opens the door.
“So, Saraya, Rossi Family, I will see you Monday.”
She closes the door behind her as the scene fades out.