Post by amyzing on Jun 13, 2014 9:15:55 GMT -6
As the sun starts to lower over the California coastline, the roar of a motorcycle can he heard racing down the highway. It is the unmistakable roar of a Harley-Davidson, the most famous American motorcycle in the world. The bike is sleek, basic black and chrome, nothing fancy, more of a classic model.
The woman driving the bike is dressed the part with black boots, jeans and a leather jacket. A full helmet covers her face. She pulls the bike to a rest area along the highway that was designed to give people a view Pacific Ocean and stops the bike.
She sets the kickstand into place and slides off the bike, walking towards the edge of the overlook. She unzips her jacket, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Amy Zing slides her helmet off and runs her free hand through her hair. She looks out towards the setting sun, towards the end of one day and the beginning of another.
“Bethany, I would like to thank you for standing up for me with what you said to Joshua McBride. I really do appreciate it. It may not sure if he’ll listen. I have my doubts, but I still appreciate the gesture and the intention behind it. While I can fight my own battles, it is nice to know I may have an ally if the time comes.”
“Skylar, we both share the same desire to be the best, to test our limits and see exactly what we can accomplish in wrestling. Granted though, I think everyone in wrestling shares that desire. I am really not sure what I can do to actually earn your trust. I am not entirely surprised that you would have some trust issues given your past. I get it, not sure what I can do to overcome it, but I get it. I am obviously not going to stand aside and let you win the match. Sorry. But I did get what you were saying about being nice and this business.”
“Someone, and I do not know who, but I would honestly like to know who it was, is credited as having said “nice guys finish last”. Now I am obviously not a guy and have never been a guy, but I am going to assume that the saying can be applied to a woman, although no one has ever said “nice gals finish last”. I do suppose that “guys” could just be generalizing and applied to both, but I think that would be stretching it. I have, however, seen a t-shirt that reads “Well behaved women rarely make history”, but not one about well behaved men and history, though I suppose that’s where the “nice guys finish last” may be applicable. That, however, does not really have a lot to do with what I am trying to say. I mean it somewhat does, but not a whole lot, but it is not really the main point I am trying to make…and I am just rambling at this point am I not?”
She sighs and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly. She then opens her eyes. She slips the helmet under her arm.
“Sorry about that.”
“Right, so the point I am trying to make is that I know I am nice. I know that it is seen as a weakness in this business, that it makes people think they can walk all over me. It has happened before, and it will probably happen again. I do take a small bit of pride in knowing that the last person who tried to walk over me had to hire a bodyguard to protect himself from me, despite the fact he was taller than me and outweighed me by quite a bit. I would feel bad about feeling good about it, but to be honest, the person in question was an arrogant jerk.”
She allows herself to smile a bit at that small accomplishment for a moment, then sighs.
“I have come to accept that people are going to try to walk all over me because I try to be a nice, respectful person and treat people how I would like to be treated. I have accepted people will underestimate me because of that. I have accepted that people are going to assume that they can walk all over me and I am not going to do anything about it because I am a nice person.”
“What they need to understand and accept though is that their assumption that they can just walk all over me and I am not going to do anything about it completely wrong. As I said, the last person who tired to walk all over me spend most of his time hiding behind an authority figure who did not like me, and who I eventually beat in the ring, and hired a bodyguard to keep him safe from me, and again, I point out that the person in question was taller than me, was physically stronger than me, and outweighed me, and yet seemed very scared of me. It was a bit sad really.”
Amy shakes her head, shifting the helmet a bit so it can sit a bit more comfortably. A breeze blows through her hair, bust she seems to ignore it.
“They can try to walk all over me and think I am not going to do anything about it, but they are wrong. I am a fighter. Try walking all over me and I take the fight right to you. It matters very little to me how much the deck is stacked against me or how steep that climb is, I am going to take the fight to whoever feels that just because I am this nice and respectful person, it somehow means I can be walked all over on.”
“There is an old saying; “it is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog that matters”. That may not be the exact saying, and comparing myself to a dog may not be entirely complimentary, but the point still applies.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” looks out towards the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean as the sun sinks lower and lower, painting the sky with various colors and allowing the first stars to begin to shine through the encroaching darkness of twilight.
“I know I am not the biggest or the strongest or the toughest out there. I know I am not going to dominate my competition. I also know that there are a lot of people here that are bigger and stronger than me. The only thing I have going for me is my will to keep on fighting until I have nothing left.”
With her free hand, Amy brushes a few loose strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.
“I am not going to win every match I compete in. I am not going to dominate every opponent. I may never win another title in my career, which would be a bit disappointing, but something I accept as a possibility because I have seen it happen to a lot of people. I accept these are all things that can happen.”
“But regardless, I will still fight to the best of my ability and I will never quit. It does not matter who my opponent is, be it Kyle Travis, anyone in Dark Camelot, Joshua McBride, or even the UWA Champion Aerynn Donnelly, I am going to fight to the best of my abilities and I am never going to give up as long as I can stand. I may be a nice person, but I refuse to ever allow myself to become a victim because of that. I refuse to allow niceness to be mistaken for weakness, because I do not see it as one. I mean just because I am nice does not mean I am a pushover or that I will not push back when pushed. It just means I do not see the point in being an arrogant jerk is all. That’s not weakness. One of the many things in Chinese folklore that the phoenix represents is such things as humility, compassion, honesty, integrity, and a lot of good qualities. That is just how I am…and I am rambling again. Darn.”
Amy sighs again and once more closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to regain her focus and center herself. She opens her eyes.
“Anyway, as I was trying to say, the odds I have going into a match have never mattered to me. The size, strength and ability of my opponent have never mattered to me. I mean I am about to debut in a triple threat match and I really only have something like a 33.99999 percent chance of winning, but that is still a chance. A very small one I grant you, but still it is all the chance I need to try and win this match.”
“And that is all anyone can really do is try. You cannot guarantee anything like a win. Someone always has to lose a match. But, the only real way I consider myself a loser is if I do not go out there and try my hardest, give it everything I have. And that is exactly what I am going to do next week at Monday Night Mayhem.”
“Maybe I do lose this match. Or maybe I win.”
She shrugs.
“It could happen. I can't predict the outcome of this match any better than anyone else out there.”
Amy moves another few loose strands of hair from her face as the sun sinks slowly into the horizon.
“After all, Bethany Kenyon, right now you are one of the hottest stars here in UWA. You are part of a dominating tag team in K.I.S.S. and I think you have a shot at beating the Children of Nephilim at Searing Agony. Like I said before, I have no doubt at all that you will be a champion someday, be it a singles title or as a tag team. You are good enough to pull it off and it is that skill, that ability of yours that is making me look forward to this match.”
“And again, given everything you have survived and gone through, Skylar, I have little to no doubt about your will to fight and to chase your dreams. You are a survivor and I respect that about you. You do not make excuses or blame your past when you fail; you simple try to overcome the obstacle in your way. I do not have your past, and I would honestly not want it, no offense intended, but I know that fighter mentality. You are I share it and it is going to make this match at Monday Night Mayhem much more interesting.”
Her eyes never leave the horizon as she looks forward to the sun, now having set, the last rays of the day starting to fade.
“Never mistake my being nice for me not having passion or desire or the will to fight. Never think that just because I am a nice person that you can walk all over me and I will do nothing about it. I am not a pushover. I am not a victim. I am a fighter, someone who will never give up and never quit as long as she has fight left in her. I am the person who is going to try and kick someone’s head off every time I step into the ring. I am simply Amy Zing.”
Amy turns towards her bike, walking back towards it. She slides back onto it.
“Skylar, Bethany, I wish you two the best of luck in this match and I will see you Monday.”
The scene fades to black as Amy slides her helmet on and starts the engine.
The woman driving the bike is dressed the part with black boots, jeans and a leather jacket. A full helmet covers her face. She pulls the bike to a rest area along the highway that was designed to give people a view Pacific Ocean and stops the bike.
She sets the kickstand into place and slides off the bike, walking towards the edge of the overlook. She unzips her jacket, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Amy Zing slides her helmet off and runs her free hand through her hair. She looks out towards the setting sun, towards the end of one day and the beginning of another.
“Bethany, I would like to thank you for standing up for me with what you said to Joshua McBride. I really do appreciate it. It may not sure if he’ll listen. I have my doubts, but I still appreciate the gesture and the intention behind it. While I can fight my own battles, it is nice to know I may have an ally if the time comes.”
“Skylar, we both share the same desire to be the best, to test our limits and see exactly what we can accomplish in wrestling. Granted though, I think everyone in wrestling shares that desire. I am really not sure what I can do to actually earn your trust. I am not entirely surprised that you would have some trust issues given your past. I get it, not sure what I can do to overcome it, but I get it. I am obviously not going to stand aside and let you win the match. Sorry. But I did get what you were saying about being nice and this business.”
“Someone, and I do not know who, but I would honestly like to know who it was, is credited as having said “nice guys finish last”. Now I am obviously not a guy and have never been a guy, but I am going to assume that the saying can be applied to a woman, although no one has ever said “nice gals finish last”. I do suppose that “guys” could just be generalizing and applied to both, but I think that would be stretching it. I have, however, seen a t-shirt that reads “Well behaved women rarely make history”, but not one about well behaved men and history, though I suppose that’s where the “nice guys finish last” may be applicable. That, however, does not really have a lot to do with what I am trying to say. I mean it somewhat does, but not a whole lot, but it is not really the main point I am trying to make…and I am just rambling at this point am I not?”
She sighs and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly. She then opens her eyes. She slips the helmet under her arm.
“Sorry about that.”
“Right, so the point I am trying to make is that I know I am nice. I know that it is seen as a weakness in this business, that it makes people think they can walk all over me. It has happened before, and it will probably happen again. I do take a small bit of pride in knowing that the last person who tried to walk over me had to hire a bodyguard to protect himself from me, despite the fact he was taller than me and outweighed me by quite a bit. I would feel bad about feeling good about it, but to be honest, the person in question was an arrogant jerk.”
She allows herself to smile a bit at that small accomplishment for a moment, then sighs.
“I have come to accept that people are going to try to walk all over me because I try to be a nice, respectful person and treat people how I would like to be treated. I have accepted people will underestimate me because of that. I have accepted that people are going to assume that they can walk all over me and I am not going to do anything about it because I am a nice person.”
“What they need to understand and accept though is that their assumption that they can just walk all over me and I am not going to do anything about it completely wrong. As I said, the last person who tired to walk all over me spend most of his time hiding behind an authority figure who did not like me, and who I eventually beat in the ring, and hired a bodyguard to keep him safe from me, and again, I point out that the person in question was taller than me, was physically stronger than me, and outweighed me, and yet seemed very scared of me. It was a bit sad really.”
Amy shakes her head, shifting the helmet a bit so it can sit a bit more comfortably. A breeze blows through her hair, bust she seems to ignore it.
“They can try to walk all over me and think I am not going to do anything about it, but they are wrong. I am a fighter. Try walking all over me and I take the fight right to you. It matters very little to me how much the deck is stacked against me or how steep that climb is, I am going to take the fight to whoever feels that just because I am this nice and respectful person, it somehow means I can be walked all over on.”
“There is an old saying; “it is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog that matters”. That may not be the exact saying, and comparing myself to a dog may not be entirely complimentary, but the point still applies.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” looks out towards the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean as the sun sinks lower and lower, painting the sky with various colors and allowing the first stars to begin to shine through the encroaching darkness of twilight.
“I know I am not the biggest or the strongest or the toughest out there. I know I am not going to dominate my competition. I also know that there are a lot of people here that are bigger and stronger than me. The only thing I have going for me is my will to keep on fighting until I have nothing left.”
With her free hand, Amy brushes a few loose strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.
“I am not going to win every match I compete in. I am not going to dominate every opponent. I may never win another title in my career, which would be a bit disappointing, but something I accept as a possibility because I have seen it happen to a lot of people. I accept these are all things that can happen.”
“But regardless, I will still fight to the best of my ability and I will never quit. It does not matter who my opponent is, be it Kyle Travis, anyone in Dark Camelot, Joshua McBride, or even the UWA Champion Aerynn Donnelly, I am going to fight to the best of my abilities and I am never going to give up as long as I can stand. I may be a nice person, but I refuse to ever allow myself to become a victim because of that. I refuse to allow niceness to be mistaken for weakness, because I do not see it as one. I mean just because I am nice does not mean I am a pushover or that I will not push back when pushed. It just means I do not see the point in being an arrogant jerk is all. That’s not weakness. One of the many things in Chinese folklore that the phoenix represents is such things as humility, compassion, honesty, integrity, and a lot of good qualities. That is just how I am…and I am rambling again. Darn.”
Amy sighs again and once more closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to regain her focus and center herself. She opens her eyes.
“Anyway, as I was trying to say, the odds I have going into a match have never mattered to me. The size, strength and ability of my opponent have never mattered to me. I mean I am about to debut in a triple threat match and I really only have something like a 33.99999 percent chance of winning, but that is still a chance. A very small one I grant you, but still it is all the chance I need to try and win this match.”
“And that is all anyone can really do is try. You cannot guarantee anything like a win. Someone always has to lose a match. But, the only real way I consider myself a loser is if I do not go out there and try my hardest, give it everything I have. And that is exactly what I am going to do next week at Monday Night Mayhem.”
“Maybe I do lose this match. Or maybe I win.”
She shrugs.
“It could happen. I can't predict the outcome of this match any better than anyone else out there.”
Amy moves another few loose strands of hair from her face as the sun sinks slowly into the horizon.
“After all, Bethany Kenyon, right now you are one of the hottest stars here in UWA. You are part of a dominating tag team in K.I.S.S. and I think you have a shot at beating the Children of Nephilim at Searing Agony. Like I said before, I have no doubt at all that you will be a champion someday, be it a singles title or as a tag team. You are good enough to pull it off and it is that skill, that ability of yours that is making me look forward to this match.”
“And again, given everything you have survived and gone through, Skylar, I have little to no doubt about your will to fight and to chase your dreams. You are a survivor and I respect that about you. You do not make excuses or blame your past when you fail; you simple try to overcome the obstacle in your way. I do not have your past, and I would honestly not want it, no offense intended, but I know that fighter mentality. You are I share it and it is going to make this match at Monday Night Mayhem much more interesting.”
Her eyes never leave the horizon as she looks forward to the sun, now having set, the last rays of the day starting to fade.
“Never mistake my being nice for me not having passion or desire or the will to fight. Never think that just because I am a nice person that you can walk all over me and I will do nothing about it. I am not a pushover. I am not a victim. I am a fighter, someone who will never give up and never quit as long as she has fight left in her. I am the person who is going to try and kick someone’s head off every time I step into the ring. I am simply Amy Zing.”
Amy turns towards her bike, walking back towards it. She slides back onto it.
“Skylar, Bethany, I wish you two the best of luck in this match and I will see you Monday.”
The scene fades to black as Amy slides her helmet on and starts the engine.