Post by amyzing on Jul 22, 2014 12:29:17 GMT -6
“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing paces around he living room on her cellphone. The room is nicely decorated with white walls, large bay windows, a white sofa with a light blue floral pattern, a shelf with photographs of family and one depicting Amy when she won the APW North American Championship almost a year ago, and a bookshelf. Sitting on her couch is he jian, the Chinese sword she has used over the years.
Amy is dressed in a grey pair of sweat pants and a white tank top over a sports bra. Her long hair is ties back in a ponytail. She scrolls through her phone and finds the number she wishes the call. Initiating the call, she places the phone near her ear and stops pacing. Her fingers tap the back of her couch.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
Despite no one being in the room, and no way the person on the phone can see her, she still shakes her head.
“No, I got a match with J-Shades this week actually.”
“Oh I would love to get into the ring with her, but I doubt that will happen.”
“No, I really doubt someone like Aerynn Donnelly is going to duck someone like me.”
“Jamie, I am hardly that good.”
“Well thank you, but are you sure you are okay?”
She starts to sound a bit upset as she speaks.
“Personally, I think she owes you an apology and I would like to give her the chance to do the right thing on her own rather than trying to force her to do something. There definitely should be some sort of punishment from management, like a fine or something. It hardly seems fair that she should just get away with that, even if she is champion or popular.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” makes a face like she is a bit embarrassed.
“I know. I know. Sorry. You’re my friend though.”
“Yeah, I would love to get her into the ring. I think it would be a great match.”
“Okay, well I hope you feel better and I’ll call you later, or see you Monday.”
Amy hangs up the phone and places it on the table next to her sofa. She takes a deep breath and picks the sword up off the couch as she exhales. Leaving her living room, Amy moves into her kitchen. It is a nice kitchen with a silver fridge, wood cabinets and a granite counter top where the toaster and microwave sit. The island in the center has a granite counter top as well with a sink and stools. She moves between the island and the dinner table and opens her backdoor, stepping out into her backyard.
Her backyard is lush and green, with a small flower garden and a nice table, umbrella and chairs. Amy approaches the table and draws the jian from the scabbard. The blade catches the sunlight. Amy sets the scabbard down on the table and moves into the center of the yard. Slowly “the Hong Kong Sensation” spins the blade in her right hand. She lifts the sword, staring right at the edge of the blade, placing her left hand flat against the flat side of the blade. Her eyes seem to focus on the blade more than anything else.
“I hope this does not sound as rude as I think it will, but to tell you the truth, I am a bit disappointed this week J-Shades. It is not that I have no desire to face you in the ring, because I do. I mean, I am pretty much up for any match I get put into. It is just that I was hoping to take on Aerynn Donnelly. Granted, it would not be a long match and I have my doubts about being able to beat her, but I still wanted to try. I mean, she did just up and attack my friend. There was no excuse for what she did at Mayhem last week. At the very least she should apologize for what she did. I am not saying I would make her apologize, but I think that she should? Don’t you? I do. Or at the very least, someone should fine her. I mean, yes, she is under stress, but that is not a justification. It was completely uncalled for.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy lowers the sword and sighs. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She then exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“Where was I?”
She snaps her fingers as she recalls what she should be talking about.
“Oh right, you and I having a match this week, J-Shades. That’ll be fun, don’t you think? I do. I think it should be good. At least I hope it is.”
Once again, Amy lifts the sword, staring right at the edge of the blade, placing her left hand flat against the flat side of the blade.
“So what do you think J-Shades? Do you think that this will be an easy win? I mean there is no real reason why you shouldn’t. I have wrestled all of two matches here and I have lost them both. I mean, when you really look at it, one can say that I hardly pose a threat to anyone here.”
She moves her left hand off the flat of the blade and quickly thrusts it forward in a stabbing motion, holding it there.
“And yet, I think different. People can say I pose no threat, that I am probably not going to accomplish anything her, but I have made a career out of being the underdog and I would like to think that I am pretty good at it.”
“I may not be the best talker, the strongest, the fastest, or whatever, but I refuse to quit. I refuse to submit. I refuse to go out and give anything less than everything I have in that ring. Maybe that doesn’t count to a lot of people, but I like to believe that it matters. It certainly matters to me. “It is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog”, as they say and I am going to go out there every single night and fight. Win, lose or draw, I am going to fight.”
Slowly, Amy draws the weapon back to her and looks at it again. She quickly slashes it to the side, raising her left leg and holding it like that.
“I refuse to be looked at as someone who is an easy win or not a challenge. Yes, I may lose a match here and there, but I am not going to give up. It’s not about how hard you hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep getting up, and I will keep getting up as long as I can.”
“I notice a reoccurring theme in a lot of your promos, J-Shades, is the concept of respect. I honestly and truly believe that respect is something that one has to earn. It is not given. If it was just handed out, then it would mean nothing. However, as much as people want the respect of others, I feel having respect in oneself is more important than anything.”
Amy lowers her leg and then spins the jian in her hand, bringing it up above her head, which she quickly turns to the left, thrusting her left arm out, index and middle fingers pointed up. Her left leg lifts back up. The blade of the jian points in the same direction as her outstretched arm.
“I am not the greatest wrestler in the world. I am not the biggest or the strongest or the faster or whatever else we can add to that list, although I may be the fastest here, I really don’t know, but the point is that I know I have self-respect because I am here, living my dream and doing what I want. I know I have the respect of all my fans that have supported me through everything that I have been through and I respect them because without them, we are just beating each other up in an empty arena and that’s actually sad when you think about it.”
Amy lowers her leg and twists the blade, moving it down and then thrusting it forward again.
“J-Shades, I am the underdog. I always have been. I always will be. And as crazy as it sounds, it is how I like it. And I don’t like it because it makes me feel special or because it makes me feel unique or anything. I like it because I am used to it. It is all I know.”
“I am the phoenix. I may crash and burn again and again, but I am always reborn from the ashes to fly again. This is not ego talking, nor am I delusional to believe that I am immortal. I know exactly how I wrestle, and I know sooner or later, I may crash and burn and not be able to get up. I may hit that point where I am wrestling on borrowed time.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” spins the blade in her hand again. She brings it up, the edge of the blade facing her. Again, she slides the flat of her left hand over the flat of the blade.
“It is a reality I have no desire to accept, but I am prepared for. And, as long as one fan is still playing with my action figure, or is willing to select me in any video game I actually managed to appear in, as long as anyone who has ever watched me wrestle, give it everything I have and remembers that match, then I will always soar.”
“J-Shades, underestimate, don’t respect me, consider me the underdog, or, believe that I may have even the slightest chance of beating you, earning you respect and scoring one win for the underdog, which is your choice to make. Maybe I win or maybe I lose, we’ll have to see.”
With an impressive speed, Amy moves her hand away from the sword and thrusts it forward in a stabbing motion.
“All I can do is go out to that ring, try to kick someone’s head off, give it everything I have just for the chance that I give even one fan a night to remember and show them and you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out on Amy as she brings the sword back towards her.
Amy is dressed in a grey pair of sweat pants and a white tank top over a sports bra. Her long hair is ties back in a ponytail. She scrolls through her phone and finds the number she wishes the call. Initiating the call, she places the phone near her ear and stops pacing. Her fingers tap the back of her couch.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
Despite no one being in the room, and no way the person on the phone can see her, she still shakes her head.
“No, I got a match with J-Shades this week actually.”
“Oh I would love to get into the ring with her, but I doubt that will happen.”
“No, I really doubt someone like Aerynn Donnelly is going to duck someone like me.”
“Jamie, I am hardly that good.”
“Well thank you, but are you sure you are okay?”
She starts to sound a bit upset as she speaks.
“Personally, I think she owes you an apology and I would like to give her the chance to do the right thing on her own rather than trying to force her to do something. There definitely should be some sort of punishment from management, like a fine or something. It hardly seems fair that she should just get away with that, even if she is champion or popular.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” makes a face like she is a bit embarrassed.
“I know. I know. Sorry. You’re my friend though.”
“Yeah, I would love to get her into the ring. I think it would be a great match.”
“Okay, well I hope you feel better and I’ll call you later, or see you Monday.”
Amy hangs up the phone and places it on the table next to her sofa. She takes a deep breath and picks the sword up off the couch as she exhales. Leaving her living room, Amy moves into her kitchen. It is a nice kitchen with a silver fridge, wood cabinets and a granite counter top where the toaster and microwave sit. The island in the center has a granite counter top as well with a sink and stools. She moves between the island and the dinner table and opens her backdoor, stepping out into her backyard.
Her backyard is lush and green, with a small flower garden and a nice table, umbrella and chairs. Amy approaches the table and draws the jian from the scabbard. The blade catches the sunlight. Amy sets the scabbard down on the table and moves into the center of the yard. Slowly “the Hong Kong Sensation” spins the blade in her right hand. She lifts the sword, staring right at the edge of the blade, placing her left hand flat against the flat side of the blade. Her eyes seem to focus on the blade more than anything else.
“I hope this does not sound as rude as I think it will, but to tell you the truth, I am a bit disappointed this week J-Shades. It is not that I have no desire to face you in the ring, because I do. I mean, I am pretty much up for any match I get put into. It is just that I was hoping to take on Aerynn Donnelly. Granted, it would not be a long match and I have my doubts about being able to beat her, but I still wanted to try. I mean, she did just up and attack my friend. There was no excuse for what she did at Mayhem last week. At the very least she should apologize for what she did. I am not saying I would make her apologize, but I think that she should? Don’t you? I do. Or at the very least, someone should fine her. I mean, yes, she is under stress, but that is not a justification. It was completely uncalled for.”
Realizing that she is rambling, Amy lowers the sword and sighs. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She then exhales slowly and opens her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“Where was I?”
She snaps her fingers as she recalls what she should be talking about.
“Oh right, you and I having a match this week, J-Shades. That’ll be fun, don’t you think? I do. I think it should be good. At least I hope it is.”
Once again, Amy lifts the sword, staring right at the edge of the blade, placing her left hand flat against the flat side of the blade.
“So what do you think J-Shades? Do you think that this will be an easy win? I mean there is no real reason why you shouldn’t. I have wrestled all of two matches here and I have lost them both. I mean, when you really look at it, one can say that I hardly pose a threat to anyone here.”
She moves her left hand off the flat of the blade and quickly thrusts it forward in a stabbing motion, holding it there.
“And yet, I think different. People can say I pose no threat, that I am probably not going to accomplish anything her, but I have made a career out of being the underdog and I would like to think that I am pretty good at it.”
“I may not be the best talker, the strongest, the fastest, or whatever, but I refuse to quit. I refuse to submit. I refuse to go out and give anything less than everything I have in that ring. Maybe that doesn’t count to a lot of people, but I like to believe that it matters. It certainly matters to me. “It is not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog”, as they say and I am going to go out there every single night and fight. Win, lose or draw, I am going to fight.”
Slowly, Amy draws the weapon back to her and looks at it again. She quickly slashes it to the side, raising her left leg and holding it like that.
“I refuse to be looked at as someone who is an easy win or not a challenge. Yes, I may lose a match here and there, but I am not going to give up. It’s not about how hard you hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep getting up, and I will keep getting up as long as I can.”
“I notice a reoccurring theme in a lot of your promos, J-Shades, is the concept of respect. I honestly and truly believe that respect is something that one has to earn. It is not given. If it was just handed out, then it would mean nothing. However, as much as people want the respect of others, I feel having respect in oneself is more important than anything.”
Amy lowers her leg and then spins the jian in her hand, bringing it up above her head, which she quickly turns to the left, thrusting her left arm out, index and middle fingers pointed up. Her left leg lifts back up. The blade of the jian points in the same direction as her outstretched arm.
“I am not the greatest wrestler in the world. I am not the biggest or the strongest or the faster or whatever else we can add to that list, although I may be the fastest here, I really don’t know, but the point is that I know I have self-respect because I am here, living my dream and doing what I want. I know I have the respect of all my fans that have supported me through everything that I have been through and I respect them because without them, we are just beating each other up in an empty arena and that’s actually sad when you think about it.”
Amy lowers her leg and twists the blade, moving it down and then thrusting it forward again.
“J-Shades, I am the underdog. I always have been. I always will be. And as crazy as it sounds, it is how I like it. And I don’t like it because it makes me feel special or because it makes me feel unique or anything. I like it because I am used to it. It is all I know.”
“I am the phoenix. I may crash and burn again and again, but I am always reborn from the ashes to fly again. This is not ego talking, nor am I delusional to believe that I am immortal. I know exactly how I wrestle, and I know sooner or later, I may crash and burn and not be able to get up. I may hit that point where I am wrestling on borrowed time.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” spins the blade in her hand again. She brings it up, the edge of the blade facing her. Again, she slides the flat of her left hand over the flat of the blade.
“It is a reality I have no desire to accept, but I am prepared for. And, as long as one fan is still playing with my action figure, or is willing to select me in any video game I actually managed to appear in, as long as anyone who has ever watched me wrestle, give it everything I have and remembers that match, then I will always soar.”
“J-Shades, underestimate, don’t respect me, consider me the underdog, or, believe that I may have even the slightest chance of beating you, earning you respect and scoring one win for the underdog, which is your choice to make. Maybe I win or maybe I lose, we’ll have to see.”
With an impressive speed, Amy moves her hand away from the sword and thrusts it forward in a stabbing motion.
“All I can do is go out to that ring, try to kick someone’s head off, give it everything I have just for the chance that I give even one fan a night to remember and show them and you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out on Amy as she brings the sword back towards her.