Post by amyzing on Sept 14, 2014 10:54:56 GMT -6
At the main office building of the UWA the newly crowned UWA Television Champion “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing is standing in front of a plain white backdrop. At the moment, Amy is dressed in her wrestling attire with her hair tied in a ponytail, just like she wears it when she wrestles. She is standing in part of her signature pose with her arms out wide, index fingers pointing out and the UWA Television Championship around her waist.
Around her are several lighting technicians and a photographer. It appears as though Amy is having her picture taken with her newly won championship for various promotional material like programs or posters, merchandise such as posters, standees and maybe even t-shirts, and graphics that can be seen on pay-per-views or episodes of Monday Night Mayhem or even commericals. The camera flashes as the photographer giving her a few instructions.
Amy takes the title off her waist and folds the straps behind the plate, holding the title in the crook of her right arm. Again, the camera flashes. Amy shifts and holds the championship up in the air for a few more pictures. Finally, she drapes the title belt over her left shoulder, for a few more photos. The first few are of her posing with the title away from the camera on her right profile. The last few are with her holding the championship to the camera with her left profile.
Finally, after a few more shots, the photographer informs her that he has enough shots for now. Amy adjusts the title and thanks the photographers, shaking a few hands. He makes her way back to a dressing room where she has he regular clothes waiting by a gym bag next to the chair of the makeup table.
As the door closes, Amy slides the title off her shoulder and looks at the championship in her hands. Even though it has been almost a month since she won the title, she still has this look of disbelief on her face as she looks at the title.
“It still doesn’t feel real, you know?”
She keeps looking at the championship in her hands, only the second one of her entire career.
“I mean I know I won the match and this championship. I know it happened. I remember walking out to the match, wrestling it, and then somehow managing to pull off two Fenghuang Kicks and then a Phoenixsault onto Skylar for the pin. I know she’s injured, and I really hope it wasn’t anything I did in the match. It could have been, and I hope she knows I didn’t mean to injure her. It was a competitive match and really could have gone either way.”
“And yet, even though it has been almost a month, I still cannot believe that I am now the UWA Television Champion. Never mind the fact that I am the first ever Television Champion, that has not even factored into my shock. It’s the fact that I won the title in the first place that shocks me.”
Amy takes the title in her left hand. She slides her right hand up to her ponytail and pulls the ribbon out. She then runs her hand through her hair to shake it loose.
“I find it ironic that I won actually. Before the match I was questioning if I deserved to be in the match to begin with. I wondered why the UWA was even placing me in this match. I had a record of one win and three losses. I kept wondering if I deserved to be champion, let alone even had any business in the match. And yet, there I was in the match, despite everything, for some reason I was there. I find it hugely ironic that I won the match. I spent the time questioning if I should be in the match, if I deserved a title shot and then I was the one to win the match. That has to be ironic. I can’t think of any other word to describe it. Part of me feels like ironic is not the right word, but then the other part of me thinks that ironic is exactly the word I want for this situation. I didn’t think I deserved to be in the title match, and I am the one to end up with the title. That really has to be ironic. There just does not seem to be any other word for it.”
Realizing she is rambling, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly to try and calm herself and regain her train of thought.
“Sorry about that.”
She tries not to look embarassed at rambling again.
“Where was I?”
As if she somehow forgot she had it, she looks down at the championship title in her left hand.
“Oh right.”
She folds the straps behind the plate of the title, looking at it again.
“Here I am, now the first UWA Television Champion and I realize how huge that is. I can either have a great reign that people remember, or I can totally screw it all up and pretty much the only time anyone even associates my name with the championship is when they bring up that I was the first champion in a random bit of trivia about the title.”
“To be honest, and it may sound a bit arrogant I admit, I would like the first one. I would like to have a great championship reign. I want to prove that I am worthy of being a champion. I want to show everyone I deserve this title.”
Amy sets the title down on the make up table. She picks up her gym bag and takes out her regular clothes, a pair of jeans, a blouse and undergarments and moves to a changing room. She clothes the curtain behind her.
“This really is only the second time I have ever been a champion in my entire career.”
“Granted, I have not been doing this for all that long. I think I have been wrestling for about three or four years. And I know that is not a long time, and that people go for years without winning a championship, but it can be frustrating having the shots and always losing. The first title I ever won I held for nearly a year, but only wrestled two matches to defend it, and only one of those was successful. It is still the longest reign ever, although considering that the APW no longer exists, that is not really saying a lot. Yeah, there may be an asterisk next to my title reign, but I really would not change it for anything. I was an amazing time. I just wish I could have wrestled more often, really defended the title more.”
“But that was then and this is now. Now I have a really great opportunity to prove that I am a champion, that I deserve to be a champion and that I am worthy of being a champion.”
“So this next week, I return to my adopted home of California for my first match as a champion, and I step into the ring with you Kataria O’Hara.”
“I am aware of the irony dressing you from a place I was having my picture taken, so please don’t point that out. I am also strangely aware that it may be a bit ironic, or at least coincidental that I won this title in a match with the other photographer here in UWA, Bob Brooks. I would be lying if I said I was not hoping for a similar performance.”
“Neither of us have really been here all that long, have we Katarina? I am not entirely sure when I joined as the bi-weekly card makes it a bit hard to keep track of, so, and I apologize for this, I honestly do not know when you made your debut. I want to say it was maybe before me, or maybe even the same time as me. I want to say I have been here for like three months. I am pretty sure my first match was before the Searing Agony pay-per-view. Not sure when you debuted. I really do not know, sorry about that.”
“Anyway, despite however long we have been in UWA, we are both still technically new comers. Yeah, I won a championship, but it could just have easily been Bob Brooks, or J-Shades or Skylar who won the title.”
She steps out from behind the curtain having finished changing. She pauses what she said may have sounded wrong and her face seems to take on an expression suggesting that she knows it.
“Not that it was an easy match to win. They called it one of the most competitive matches in UWA history, and while that may not be a long and storied history, I think we definitely earned that praise.”
Amy steps back into the changing room, and placing her gear in the bag, she zips it closed. She walks out with the bag over her shoulder and sets it down on the ground as she digs her shoes out. As she takes a seat to put on her shoes, she looks at the championship on the table.
“As I was saying, I am the first Television Champion in UWA history. I need to prove I deserve this championship and that I am worthy of being a champion. But at the same time, I also need to make this title mean something. I need to bring prestige to this championship.”
Amy slips her shoes on and stands up, lifting the title off the table.
“Maybe that sounds arrogant or even cocky, but I really don’t care. The UWA Television Champion needs to mean something. This title needs to have some value, a reason people try to win it. Yeah, maybe it is a stepping stone title, but it should still have some value as a championship. Now maybe I will not be the person to do that. Maybe it will be whoever beats me for the championship, and I know it is going to happen, as much as I really do not want it to happen, it will. But I have every intention of making this title reign mean something to the UWA Television Championship.”
She looks down at the championship in her hand.
“Katarina, I can’t do that with a loss so soon after winning the championship. While this may not be a title match and the Television Championship is not on the line, though oddly I find I can’t wait for my first title defense, I am going to go to that ring like it is. I am going to go out there give everything I have and then I am going to see if there is anything left and give that up.”
“I win, and maybe, just maybe, I can make this title mean something. Maybe, just maybe I can prove I deserve to be champion.”
“If you win, then I would find it very hard to argue against you getting a shot at the championship the following Monday Night Mayhem or pay-per-view because I think it would be safe to say that if you beat a champion, you should at least be in line for a future title shot.”
Amy looks up from the title.
“But right now Katarina, I am not focused on that. Right now, I am focused on Monday Night Mayhem in Sacramento, California, just a few miles down the road from San Francisco, so I may have a few family and friends among all those fans of mine, who stood by me all these years through thick and thin, the ups and downs, the good and bad and who I dedicate the win at Raising Hell to.”
With one quick motion, Amy shoulders the UWA Television Championship on her left shoulder. She shifts a bit to make sure it sits comfortably and looks away from the title.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to the ring to show you, and prove to all my fans why I am the UWA Television Champion and why I am simply Amy Zing.”
Amy bends down a bit and picks up her gymbag. She adjusts the title on her shoulder as she makes her way out of the dressing room, managing to open the door and get out. The scene fades out as the door starts to close behind her.
Around her are several lighting technicians and a photographer. It appears as though Amy is having her picture taken with her newly won championship for various promotional material like programs or posters, merchandise such as posters, standees and maybe even t-shirts, and graphics that can be seen on pay-per-views or episodes of Monday Night Mayhem or even commericals. The camera flashes as the photographer giving her a few instructions.
Amy takes the title off her waist and folds the straps behind the plate, holding the title in the crook of her right arm. Again, the camera flashes. Amy shifts and holds the championship up in the air for a few more pictures. Finally, she drapes the title belt over her left shoulder, for a few more photos. The first few are of her posing with the title away from the camera on her right profile. The last few are with her holding the championship to the camera with her left profile.
Finally, after a few more shots, the photographer informs her that he has enough shots for now. Amy adjusts the title and thanks the photographers, shaking a few hands. He makes her way back to a dressing room where she has he regular clothes waiting by a gym bag next to the chair of the makeup table.
As the door closes, Amy slides the title off her shoulder and looks at the championship in her hands. Even though it has been almost a month since she won the title, she still has this look of disbelief on her face as she looks at the title.
“It still doesn’t feel real, you know?”
She keeps looking at the championship in her hands, only the second one of her entire career.
“I mean I know I won the match and this championship. I know it happened. I remember walking out to the match, wrestling it, and then somehow managing to pull off two Fenghuang Kicks and then a Phoenixsault onto Skylar for the pin. I know she’s injured, and I really hope it wasn’t anything I did in the match. It could have been, and I hope she knows I didn’t mean to injure her. It was a competitive match and really could have gone either way.”
“And yet, even though it has been almost a month, I still cannot believe that I am now the UWA Television Champion. Never mind the fact that I am the first ever Television Champion, that has not even factored into my shock. It’s the fact that I won the title in the first place that shocks me.”
Amy takes the title in her left hand. She slides her right hand up to her ponytail and pulls the ribbon out. She then runs her hand through her hair to shake it loose.
“I find it ironic that I won actually. Before the match I was questioning if I deserved to be in the match to begin with. I wondered why the UWA was even placing me in this match. I had a record of one win and three losses. I kept wondering if I deserved to be champion, let alone even had any business in the match. And yet, there I was in the match, despite everything, for some reason I was there. I find it hugely ironic that I won the match. I spent the time questioning if I should be in the match, if I deserved a title shot and then I was the one to win the match. That has to be ironic. I can’t think of any other word to describe it. Part of me feels like ironic is not the right word, but then the other part of me thinks that ironic is exactly the word I want for this situation. I didn’t think I deserved to be in the title match, and I am the one to end up with the title. That really has to be ironic. There just does not seem to be any other word for it.”
Realizing she is rambling, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly to try and calm herself and regain her train of thought.
“Sorry about that.”
She tries not to look embarassed at rambling again.
“Where was I?”
As if she somehow forgot she had it, she looks down at the championship title in her left hand.
“Oh right.”
She folds the straps behind the plate of the title, looking at it again.
“Here I am, now the first UWA Television Champion and I realize how huge that is. I can either have a great reign that people remember, or I can totally screw it all up and pretty much the only time anyone even associates my name with the championship is when they bring up that I was the first champion in a random bit of trivia about the title.”
“To be honest, and it may sound a bit arrogant I admit, I would like the first one. I would like to have a great championship reign. I want to prove that I am worthy of being a champion. I want to show everyone I deserve this title.”
Amy sets the title down on the make up table. She picks up her gym bag and takes out her regular clothes, a pair of jeans, a blouse and undergarments and moves to a changing room. She clothes the curtain behind her.
“This really is only the second time I have ever been a champion in my entire career.”
“Granted, I have not been doing this for all that long. I think I have been wrestling for about three or four years. And I know that is not a long time, and that people go for years without winning a championship, but it can be frustrating having the shots and always losing. The first title I ever won I held for nearly a year, but only wrestled two matches to defend it, and only one of those was successful. It is still the longest reign ever, although considering that the APW no longer exists, that is not really saying a lot. Yeah, there may be an asterisk next to my title reign, but I really would not change it for anything. I was an amazing time. I just wish I could have wrestled more often, really defended the title more.”
“But that was then and this is now. Now I have a really great opportunity to prove that I am a champion, that I deserve to be a champion and that I am worthy of being a champion.”
“So this next week, I return to my adopted home of California for my first match as a champion, and I step into the ring with you Kataria O’Hara.”
“I am aware of the irony dressing you from a place I was having my picture taken, so please don’t point that out. I am also strangely aware that it may be a bit ironic, or at least coincidental that I won this title in a match with the other photographer here in UWA, Bob Brooks. I would be lying if I said I was not hoping for a similar performance.”
“Neither of us have really been here all that long, have we Katarina? I am not entirely sure when I joined as the bi-weekly card makes it a bit hard to keep track of, so, and I apologize for this, I honestly do not know when you made your debut. I want to say it was maybe before me, or maybe even the same time as me. I want to say I have been here for like three months. I am pretty sure my first match was before the Searing Agony pay-per-view. Not sure when you debuted. I really do not know, sorry about that.”
“Anyway, despite however long we have been in UWA, we are both still technically new comers. Yeah, I won a championship, but it could just have easily been Bob Brooks, or J-Shades or Skylar who won the title.”
She steps out from behind the curtain having finished changing. She pauses what she said may have sounded wrong and her face seems to take on an expression suggesting that she knows it.
“Not that it was an easy match to win. They called it one of the most competitive matches in UWA history, and while that may not be a long and storied history, I think we definitely earned that praise.”
Amy steps back into the changing room, and placing her gear in the bag, she zips it closed. She walks out with the bag over her shoulder and sets it down on the ground as she digs her shoes out. As she takes a seat to put on her shoes, she looks at the championship on the table.
“As I was saying, I am the first Television Champion in UWA history. I need to prove I deserve this championship and that I am worthy of being a champion. But at the same time, I also need to make this title mean something. I need to bring prestige to this championship.”
Amy slips her shoes on and stands up, lifting the title off the table.
“Maybe that sounds arrogant or even cocky, but I really don’t care. The UWA Television Champion needs to mean something. This title needs to have some value, a reason people try to win it. Yeah, maybe it is a stepping stone title, but it should still have some value as a championship. Now maybe I will not be the person to do that. Maybe it will be whoever beats me for the championship, and I know it is going to happen, as much as I really do not want it to happen, it will. But I have every intention of making this title reign mean something to the UWA Television Championship.”
She looks down at the championship in her hand.
“Katarina, I can’t do that with a loss so soon after winning the championship. While this may not be a title match and the Television Championship is not on the line, though oddly I find I can’t wait for my first title defense, I am going to go to that ring like it is. I am going to go out there give everything I have and then I am going to see if there is anything left and give that up.”
“I win, and maybe, just maybe, I can make this title mean something. Maybe, just maybe I can prove I deserve to be champion.”
“If you win, then I would find it very hard to argue against you getting a shot at the championship the following Monday Night Mayhem or pay-per-view because I think it would be safe to say that if you beat a champion, you should at least be in line for a future title shot.”
Amy looks up from the title.
“But right now Katarina, I am not focused on that. Right now, I am focused on Monday Night Mayhem in Sacramento, California, just a few miles down the road from San Francisco, so I may have a few family and friends among all those fans of mine, who stood by me all these years through thick and thin, the ups and downs, the good and bad and who I dedicate the win at Raising Hell to.”
With one quick motion, Amy shoulders the UWA Television Championship on her left shoulder. She shifts a bit to make sure it sits comfortably and looks away from the title.
“At Monday Night Mayhem, I am going to the ring to show you, and prove to all my fans why I am the UWA Television Champion and why I am simply Amy Zing.”
Amy bends down a bit and picks up her gymbag. She adjusts the title on her shoulder as she makes her way out of the dressing room, managing to open the door and get out. The scene fades out as the door starts to close behind her.