Post by amyzing on Aug 8, 2014 17:06:37 GMT -6
It is a beautiful day, but her motorcycle is parked outside. Her helmet, jacket, jeans, boots and shirt are in a locker. Today, as nice as it is, is not a day to ride. No, this is a day to train.
Inside the gym, Amy Zing, now wearing a pair of sneakers, a pair of work out shirts, a sports bra and a gray tank top over it, with her hair tied in a ponytail, walks out of the locker room.
Around her, other people are working out and getting into shape or boxing in gym’s ring. Amy, however, ignores all this and heads to the punching bag that hangs from the ceiling. She looks at it, circling it.
“You know what is odd, Lacey?”
Amy completes a circle around the bag and stares at it.
“Well maybe odd is the wrong word for it. I don’t know if it is odd or not. It is something I have noticed quite a bit actually, but then I don’t know if it would make it odd or not. I really am not sure if I want to actually use the word odd now that I think about it. But still, I think that there is a word to describe it, but I am not sure what that word is. I don’t want to use “strange” or “peculiar” or something like that. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s somewhat common really. I am sure you have noticed as well, or even experienced it yourself. Although, saying it like that just makes it sound a bit wrong or unpleasant now that I think about it.”
Amy stops talking and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. After a moment, she opens her eyes and tries not to look embarrassed.
“Sorry. Got off to a bit of rambling there, didn’t I? I really don’t know why I do that. It’s not nerves or anything. I know I do it, bur I just start talking and next thing I know is that I am rambling.”
“Anyway, as I was saying, something I have noticed is that there appears to be a sense of bonding between people that own motorcycles. Have you noticed that Lacey? It’s odd, but if it seems like if two people that own or ride or even work on motorcycles get together, they can just spark up a conversation just based on that common ground.”
“It doesn’t matter the background or the education or place of origin I’ve found. As long as two people have a motorcycle, they have that shared interest and thus the ability to spark a conversation. I know a few people who ride in clubs and some who are just recreational riders. Still we have that common interest.”
“I notice it too with people who have tattoos, but that is neither here nor there at this moment.”
Amy shrugs a bit.
“What do you ride anyway Lacey? I like the Harley-Davidson. It’s just got that classic American look and feel. I mean you think motorcycle, you think Harley-Davidson. I prefer the classic look to that chopper look. I don’t know why, it’s just something about it doesn’t really do anything for me. I don’t know about you Lacey, but my parents were not entirely thrilled when I decided to get a motorcycle. But I promised myself that if I ever made it in wrestling, I would get one. My dad would probably have killed me if I bought anything Japanese, but really, only America and Japan make the best bikes.”
As she slides her hand through her ponytail to make sure her hair is not getting tangled and knotted, “the Hong Kong Sensation” smiles a bit.
“It’s just such a rush; that sense of freedom and speed you get. I can see why a lot of fighter pilots traded in their Mustangs or Hellcats or other fighters I may be forgetting for a bike after the World War II. Of course, any vehicle goes the same speed in traffic, so yeah. But again, my point stands.”
“It’s just nice to take it out on a nice day and ride. I am sure you know the feeling.”
That smile of hers quickly fades though.
“Lacey, I think at a different time, we could probably have struck up a friendship or at least a polite conversation. However, clearly you have no interest in making friends before a match, and I doubt very much after is going to be an option. I try to be nice and you immediately just go for mean.”
“I suppose that there is a lesson in this about being nice and polite, but if I have not learned it by now, then I am more than likely never going to learn it.”
Shifting her stance, Amy throws a roundhouse that hits the bag with a loud thud. The bag sways back and forth.
“Why would anyone call me “the Hong Kong Sensation”?”
She kicks the bag again.
“Is it because I am an incredibly dominating wrestler?”
“No, I really am not.”
Once again, she delivers another roundhouse to the punching bag. She stops and watches the bag sway, trying not to knock it off the chains.
“So then why? Why do these people call me something like “the Hong Kong Sensation”?”
“Well, I think the first part of the answer is the obvious part that I was born in Hong Kong, People’s Republic of China. I honestly never gave myself the name, and I actually forget who used it the first time. It was on a preview for some show in American Championship Wrestling where it first appeared. I never used it before. I never had a nickname before. I suppose “the San Francisco Sensation” just didn’t sound right. Obviously “the San Francisco Treat” was not usable as it was copyrighted. I certainly didn’t pick the name. It just stuck.”
“Do you know why they gave it to me Lacey? Do you? I do because I actually asked. The first time I saw that nickname, I asked them about it. Do you know what they said?”
“I do because I will never forget the answer.”
She sounds a bit emotionally, humbled by the memory.
“They told me that one of the producers saw a fan holding up a sign a few weeks before that read “Amy Zing: The Hong Kong Sensation” and someone liked the sound of it.”
“It was not some marketing idea to sell merchandise. It was because some fan out there in the crowd decided to give me that name and it stuck. It was not something the marketing people though of because they thought “I am simply Amy Zing” was a stupid line and I needed something catchy and flashy. It is because a fan gave me that name and it stuck.”
There is a rare anger in her voice as she speaks. This is not how Amy Zing usually sounds. That polite and kind tone with the English accent is not there. While the accent is, it sounds rather upset. And at the same time, she sounds rather emotional.
“You want to question the name “the Hong Kong Sensation”? You can go right ahead and question it. I know I am not the best wrestler in the world. I know I am not the greatest wrestler who has ever lived. I know for a fact that I am not the biggest or the toughest or the strongest in the ring. I know these things and yet I do not care.”
“I do not care because all of my fans, all the people that pay money to see me or buy my merchandise and cheer me on, who have stood by me during the losses and rejoiced in my victories do not care that I am not the biggest or the toughest or the strongest.”
“They know that every time I go out to the ring I am going to give them everything I have because I want them to go home knowing I appreciate their support and the only way I can do that is by giving them everything I have and leaving it all in the ring. Win, lose or draw, I give them everything. I will always give them everything.”
Her hands ball into fists as she speaks, her voice trying not to shake.
“People like Sang Réal, Vince Jones, Kyle Travis, those kinds of people expect the fans admiration and respect. I go out there every time with the goal of earning it. If they cheer me, I want them to know that it means something to me. If they do not cheer me, then I am still going to go out there and give everything I got. Maybe I make a few new fans along the way, maybe I don’t. Either way, to those that have cheered me since day one, I give it my all.”
“What you do not get Lacey is that I am both grateful and humbled by the fact that I have had arenas full of people cheering my name. I didn’t pick the name “the Hong Kong Sensation” out of a hat or come up with it on some flight or roadtrip. One fan gave me that name and the rest just accepted it. Those people made me.”
“I do not care if I compete in front of ten people or ten million people, a hundred people or a hundred million people. I do not care if I compete in a bingo hall or high school gym or an arena in a major city. It can be a live show or a television broadcast or a pay-per-view, I do not care. It does not matter where it is, or what it is or how many people are attending because as long as there is one person holding a sign and chanting my name, I will give that fan everything I have.”
“You think I am a faker? You think I haven’t earned my nickname? Lacey, your opinion of me doesn’t actually matter because there are a lot of people with signs or t-shirts and they would actually beg to differ.”
“I have no illusions of who I am and what I do in this ring. I am well aware of how I come off. However, do not think for a second that just because I am nice and polite and try to be humble, that it means I lack a ruthlessness or aggression. I am not, nor have I ever been a pushover. A few people have made that mistake and it was at their regret.”
“You can insult me all you want. I have heard a lot of them. But if you insult my fans, you cross a line and I do not simply try to kick you head off. I make sure I kick your bloody head off.”
“Lacey, I really do not care if you are second generation, wrestling royalty or whatever. Nor do I feel a real need to wish you good luck, because I have a feeling you will simply throw it back in my face. What I feel a need to do is to go out there and kick your bloody head off. Yes, Lacey, I may lose, but I will be damned if I make it easy on you.”
With that sudden speed she is known for, Amy Zing turns and nails a high reverse roundhouse kick to the punching bag. The impact echoes throughout to all those near her that can hear it. A few people turn to look. The bag sways violently. Amy keeps watching it.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, you will find out what all my fans have known for years, the very reason why that one fan gave me the name “the Hong Kong Sensation”, because I am simply Amy Zing!”
The scene fades out as Amy kicks the bag again.
Inside the gym, Amy Zing, now wearing a pair of sneakers, a pair of work out shirts, a sports bra and a gray tank top over it, with her hair tied in a ponytail, walks out of the locker room.
Around her, other people are working out and getting into shape or boxing in gym’s ring. Amy, however, ignores all this and heads to the punching bag that hangs from the ceiling. She looks at it, circling it.
“You know what is odd, Lacey?”
Amy completes a circle around the bag and stares at it.
“Well maybe odd is the wrong word for it. I don’t know if it is odd or not. It is something I have noticed quite a bit actually, but then I don’t know if it would make it odd or not. I really am not sure if I want to actually use the word odd now that I think about it. But still, I think that there is a word to describe it, but I am not sure what that word is. I don’t want to use “strange” or “peculiar” or something like that. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s somewhat common really. I am sure you have noticed as well, or even experienced it yourself. Although, saying it like that just makes it sound a bit wrong or unpleasant now that I think about it.”
Amy stops talking and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. After a moment, she opens her eyes and tries not to look embarrassed.
“Sorry. Got off to a bit of rambling there, didn’t I? I really don’t know why I do that. It’s not nerves or anything. I know I do it, bur I just start talking and next thing I know is that I am rambling.”
“Anyway, as I was saying, something I have noticed is that there appears to be a sense of bonding between people that own motorcycles. Have you noticed that Lacey? It’s odd, but if it seems like if two people that own or ride or even work on motorcycles get together, they can just spark up a conversation just based on that common ground.”
“It doesn’t matter the background or the education or place of origin I’ve found. As long as two people have a motorcycle, they have that shared interest and thus the ability to spark a conversation. I know a few people who ride in clubs and some who are just recreational riders. Still we have that common interest.”
“I notice it too with people who have tattoos, but that is neither here nor there at this moment.”
Amy shrugs a bit.
“What do you ride anyway Lacey? I like the Harley-Davidson. It’s just got that classic American look and feel. I mean you think motorcycle, you think Harley-Davidson. I prefer the classic look to that chopper look. I don’t know why, it’s just something about it doesn’t really do anything for me. I don’t know about you Lacey, but my parents were not entirely thrilled when I decided to get a motorcycle. But I promised myself that if I ever made it in wrestling, I would get one. My dad would probably have killed me if I bought anything Japanese, but really, only America and Japan make the best bikes.”
As she slides her hand through her ponytail to make sure her hair is not getting tangled and knotted, “the Hong Kong Sensation” smiles a bit.
“It’s just such a rush; that sense of freedom and speed you get. I can see why a lot of fighter pilots traded in their Mustangs or Hellcats or other fighters I may be forgetting for a bike after the World War II. Of course, any vehicle goes the same speed in traffic, so yeah. But again, my point stands.”
“It’s just nice to take it out on a nice day and ride. I am sure you know the feeling.”
That smile of hers quickly fades though.
“Lacey, I think at a different time, we could probably have struck up a friendship or at least a polite conversation. However, clearly you have no interest in making friends before a match, and I doubt very much after is going to be an option. I try to be nice and you immediately just go for mean.”
“I suppose that there is a lesson in this about being nice and polite, but if I have not learned it by now, then I am more than likely never going to learn it.”
Shifting her stance, Amy throws a roundhouse that hits the bag with a loud thud. The bag sways back and forth.
“Why would anyone call me “the Hong Kong Sensation”?”
She kicks the bag again.
“Is it because I am an incredibly dominating wrestler?”
“No, I really am not.”
Once again, she delivers another roundhouse to the punching bag. She stops and watches the bag sway, trying not to knock it off the chains.
“So then why? Why do these people call me something like “the Hong Kong Sensation”?”
“Well, I think the first part of the answer is the obvious part that I was born in Hong Kong, People’s Republic of China. I honestly never gave myself the name, and I actually forget who used it the first time. It was on a preview for some show in American Championship Wrestling where it first appeared. I never used it before. I never had a nickname before. I suppose “the San Francisco Sensation” just didn’t sound right. Obviously “the San Francisco Treat” was not usable as it was copyrighted. I certainly didn’t pick the name. It just stuck.”
“Do you know why they gave it to me Lacey? Do you? I do because I actually asked. The first time I saw that nickname, I asked them about it. Do you know what they said?”
“I do because I will never forget the answer.”
She sounds a bit emotionally, humbled by the memory.
“They told me that one of the producers saw a fan holding up a sign a few weeks before that read “Amy Zing: The Hong Kong Sensation” and someone liked the sound of it.”
“It was not some marketing idea to sell merchandise. It was because some fan out there in the crowd decided to give me that name and it stuck. It was not something the marketing people though of because they thought “I am simply Amy Zing” was a stupid line and I needed something catchy and flashy. It is because a fan gave me that name and it stuck.”
There is a rare anger in her voice as she speaks. This is not how Amy Zing usually sounds. That polite and kind tone with the English accent is not there. While the accent is, it sounds rather upset. And at the same time, she sounds rather emotional.
“You want to question the name “the Hong Kong Sensation”? You can go right ahead and question it. I know I am not the best wrestler in the world. I know I am not the greatest wrestler who has ever lived. I know for a fact that I am not the biggest or the toughest or the strongest in the ring. I know these things and yet I do not care.”
“I do not care because all of my fans, all the people that pay money to see me or buy my merchandise and cheer me on, who have stood by me during the losses and rejoiced in my victories do not care that I am not the biggest or the toughest or the strongest.”
“They know that every time I go out to the ring I am going to give them everything I have because I want them to go home knowing I appreciate their support and the only way I can do that is by giving them everything I have and leaving it all in the ring. Win, lose or draw, I give them everything. I will always give them everything.”
Her hands ball into fists as she speaks, her voice trying not to shake.
“People like Sang Réal, Vince Jones, Kyle Travis, those kinds of people expect the fans admiration and respect. I go out there every time with the goal of earning it. If they cheer me, I want them to know that it means something to me. If they do not cheer me, then I am still going to go out there and give everything I got. Maybe I make a few new fans along the way, maybe I don’t. Either way, to those that have cheered me since day one, I give it my all.”
“What you do not get Lacey is that I am both grateful and humbled by the fact that I have had arenas full of people cheering my name. I didn’t pick the name “the Hong Kong Sensation” out of a hat or come up with it on some flight or roadtrip. One fan gave me that name and the rest just accepted it. Those people made me.”
“I do not care if I compete in front of ten people or ten million people, a hundred people or a hundred million people. I do not care if I compete in a bingo hall or high school gym or an arena in a major city. It can be a live show or a television broadcast or a pay-per-view, I do not care. It does not matter where it is, or what it is or how many people are attending because as long as there is one person holding a sign and chanting my name, I will give that fan everything I have.”
“You think I am a faker? You think I haven’t earned my nickname? Lacey, your opinion of me doesn’t actually matter because there are a lot of people with signs or t-shirts and they would actually beg to differ.”
“I have no illusions of who I am and what I do in this ring. I am well aware of how I come off. However, do not think for a second that just because I am nice and polite and try to be humble, that it means I lack a ruthlessness or aggression. I am not, nor have I ever been a pushover. A few people have made that mistake and it was at their regret.”
“You can insult me all you want. I have heard a lot of them. But if you insult my fans, you cross a line and I do not simply try to kick you head off. I make sure I kick your bloody head off.”
“Lacey, I really do not care if you are second generation, wrestling royalty or whatever. Nor do I feel a real need to wish you good luck, because I have a feeling you will simply throw it back in my face. What I feel a need to do is to go out there and kick your bloody head off. Yes, Lacey, I may lose, but I will be damned if I make it easy on you.”
With that sudden speed she is known for, Amy Zing turns and nails a high reverse roundhouse kick to the punching bag. The impact echoes throughout to all those near her that can hear it. A few people turn to look. The bag sways violently. Amy keeps watching it.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, you will find out what all my fans have known for years, the very reason why that one fan gave me the name “the Hong Kong Sensation”, because I am simply Amy Zing!”
The scene fades out as Amy kicks the bag again.