Post by amyzing on Sept 30, 2014 12:41:32 GMT -6
The UWA Television Championship lays spread out upon the floor. Amy Zing sides in front of the title, her legs crossed and her hands open and resting on her knees. In her lap is her jian, “Gentlemen of Weapons”, her Chinese longsword, resting in its scabbard.
“The Hong Kong Sensation” is dressed simply in shorts and a tank top and seated on a bare spot in her living room. The wall behind her is white, with a window that shows a view of several buildings and part of the Golden Gate Bridge. It is still daylight outside.
Amy sits with her eyes closed. Her breathing is steady, almost like she is asleep. But she is not. There are no indications of sleep. She is meditating.
“When on a mission of revenge, be sure to dig two graves.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” opens her eyes.
“It is an old saying that basically means if you go after revenge, be prepared to make sacrifices, be prepared to lose everything. Revenge and love are the two great emotional forces people are powerless against. They are universal. Regardless of cultural and ethnic differences, everyone seems to have stories based on revenge and or love.”
“I think they two cannot exist with out each other as both are steamed from something primal, something driven by a desire and a passion. And, as I said, they are universal feelings that people have no chance of resisting.”
“And yet, as they say “revenge is a dish best served cold”. I find that to be an ironic phrase. I suppose though it has to do with the idea that you can’t really feel any compassion or any similar emotion toward the target of revenge. And yet, I think you have to feel something, even if it is pure hatred, towards your target if you are actually going for revenge.”
“People will say revenge solves nothing. They will tell you that it just makes you feel empty or that it changes you or that it is not worth it. They may tell you something that sounds like a cliché or words of wisdom that sound good and say you are trying to help, but in all honesty, I do not think words have ever stopped someone from attempting revenge.”
Amy lifts her head slightly, looking upward to her ceiling.
“Right now Broderick, I have no doubt that you are burning with a hatred for Joshua McBride. You want nothing more than to go out to the ring or the parking lot or even in the back of an arena and hurt him. You want to make him suffer. You want to make him bleed. You want to humiliate him. You want to break him. You don’t care what anyone thinks or says about it, you want to break, destroy and humiliate him and make him suffer regardless of whatever you have to sacrifice.”
“And the thing of it is that I am sure everyone would expect me to be the kind of person to try and talk you out of it. They probably think I’m going to tell you that revenge solves nothing. They probably expect me to tell you that you cannot risk what you have or that it will leave you empty or hollow or something like that. People probably think I will tell you something like forgive and forget.”
Amy lowers her head and looks down at the sword in her lap.
“I am not.”
She takes the sword in both hands, lifting it from her lap and holding it up.
“The simple fact is that I know exactly what you are going through. I know exactly what you are feeling. I know exactly what you are thinking right now Broderick, because I have been exactly where you are.”
“I have mentioned this before, but if you will permit me, please allow me to tell you the story because I want you to understand that when I say I know what you are going through, what you are feeling, and what you are thinking, I want you to know that I am not saying this because I am trying to relate to you or something like that. I am saying it because it was true.”
She makes a slightly embarrassed face, being as she is not one prone to toot her own horn or relive her own past all that often.
“Now I do apologize to those of you who dislike name dropping or people reliving their past, but there is a point to this.”
Amy sets the sword down in her lap, but still holding it in her hands.
“I was in Action Packed Wrestling at the time, on their Monday show, Monday Night Meltdown, and this wrestler named Young Mannie returns to the APW after an incident a few months ago. He had returned to the APW to show the world he was ready to be the big star while making his reasons about being his time and his girlfriend being attacked.”
“Maybe he thought it would be easy. Maybe he thought I would not put up a fight. Maybe he thought I would take his abuse with a smile. Whatever his reasons were, he insulted me by having his pimp uncle offer me the position of bottom bitch and then he attacked me from behind. I found it insulting because, yeah, I posed for Playboy, but that does not make me easy or a whore or anything. I came to APW to be a wrestler, not arm candy or someone’s whore. It was insulting and cowardly.”
“I swore revenge. It was a matter of honor. And I did this whole thing where I dug two graves and I gave the line about revenge and two graves as I am digging graves. And I capped it off by cutting my hand with my jian and let a few drops of blood hit the graves. And to be honest, that was probably a mistake because it really hurt. I mean that jian of mine is not fake. It is a real sword with a real blade. It is not some replica that looks good. It is a real sword. I am just lucky it did not leave a scare or anything.”
She lifts the jian again and pulls part of blade free of the scabbard, showing the sharpness of the weapon. She slides the blade back inside the scabbard and then sets it down and then holds her hands out, to show her palms. There is no scarring or marking from her having drawn the blade over her hand.
“I mean look at this. I dragged the blade of a sword over my hand and bled. I mean, yeah it looked good and really sold the whole thing about going for revenge, but jeez, what was I thinking? And the crazy thing is that I did it a few months later when I had the chance to get into the ring with him again and basically swore revenge, took the blade and dragged it over my hand again. I was so lucky that it didn’t scar. Both times I got it taken care of right away, but still, it was a little extreme. I suppose I could have stopped at just saying I WOULD kick his head off as opposed to my usual line about trying to kick his head off, but nope, I really had to sell it I guess. I don’t know why. I just got carried away I guess.”
Realizing she is just rambling, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly to regain her train of thought and composure, and then opens her eyes again. It is rare, almost unheard of, but she does sound a little angry as she retells the story and relives the memories.
“So the following week, I attacked his uncle. Mannie, however, goes to the Meltdown General Manager Sienna Harrison, and she starts to protect him. He then goes after my parents and hires a bodyguard to protect himself because I went right after him. ASnd there is Sienna, letting him get away with everything, keeping him safe and punishing me for trying to get a little payback because she feels that she can make Mannie into a star and that she was jealous of me for some reason.”
“Here is this guy, bigger, taller, and stronger than me physically and I had him running scared, protect by management and he gets me fired.”
“I did threaten to sue though, I mean Mannie did abduct my parents and no one did anything about it. I managed to get revenge on Sienna, beat her in the middle of the ring on a Meltdown and humiliating her on her own show and then later, I got Mannie in the ring and laid out his uncle, his bodyguard and then beat the hell out of him, leaving him laying in the middle of the ring after I actually tried to kick his head off until he was knocked out.”
For a moment, Amy allows herself a slight smile.
“I suppose you expect me to tell you that it didn’t feel good. I think everyone will expect me to tell you that it solves nothing or that it leaves you empty. The truth is that it did feel good to kick both of them in the head. It was extremely satisfying and I would do it again.”
“But, I will give you this one piece of advice Broderick, only one. Go for your revenge. Get it. Do what you feel you need to do, but do not lose what makes you who you are and find something to keep you moving past your mission of revenge, a future you look forward to.”
“Yes, I beat the hell out of Mannie and Sienna. Yes, it took me to a dark place I didn’t know I had, but it is not a place I would like to be all the time. I did not want to be that type of person all the time. I like being polite, nice and honorable. It’s who I am.”
She touches her chest for a moment, right above her heart, and then looks down at the UWA Television Championship spread out in front of her.
“I think the problem with revenge is that no one seems to think about what comes after. I made the decision when beat Mannie to put him bend me and focus on other things. I beat him and I didn’t think about him again until I had to face him at APW’s final show. I beat him and it allowed me to move on to my first championship because I beat him and then won the APW North American Championship. Even now I only mention it when I am trying to tell people I am not a pushover or in this case where it is relevant to the situation.”
Leaning forward, she runs her hand over the plate of the title belt. She then leans back.
“That is my advice, get your revenge, do whatever you have to do to get it because nothing is going to stop you from doing it, but do not let it change you, do not let it stop you from being the person you are, and find something to look forward to, something to give you a reason to move on.”
She moves the sword off her lap, holding it in one hand and then gets to her feet. She lifts the title off the floor and gets to her feet as she drapes the belt over she shoulder.
“But right now Broderick, you need to focus less on the Children of Nephilim and focus on facing me at Monday Night Mayhem. I may understand what you are going through. I may understand that you are after revenge and that you deserve it. However, while I may understand it and even support it, I still have every intention of trying to win this match this week.”
Amy turns and looks out her window, looking out at the view.
“Now do not get me wrong Broderick. If the Children of Nephilim go to the ring to try and take you out at any point in our match, I will be right there with you to fight them off. It’s not that I have anything against them, although I confess that I don’t really like them all that much to begin with, I just feel it would be wrong to stand by and let someone fight an unfair battle.”
“But, like I said, I am still going to try to win this match. I am still going to give this match everything I have to give to try and beat you. We all want to win Broderick. It’s not personal; it’s just the nature of what we do. We all want to win the matches we compete in. We all want to have our hand raised in victory.”
“I don’t have anything against you Broderick. I really do not know you well enough to be able to judge you. I just want to win this match and have my hand raised in victory. I imagine you feel the same way in that you want to win and have your hand raised. I may end up getting my ass kicked. I may end up with my shoulders on the mat, because that is the only way you are going to beat me, but I am going to go into that ring and I am going to try and win.”
She glances at the title on her shoulder.
“I am the UWA Television Champion and that may not mean a whole lot as we presently do not have any shows on television, and I am trying to make this title mean something. I am sure I can do that having a loss on my record, but it would be easier with a victory. Beating you would be a huge win for me Broderick. But beating you is going to be easier said than done. I have no doubt about that.”
Turning from the window, Amy walks over to the bookcase that serves as her trophy case, containing photos of what she considers her greatest moments or matches and her postcard collection, with a postcard from every city she has wrestled in that sells postcards. She takes the Television Championship off her shoulder and folds the straps behind the plate, placing the title on shelf next to her postcards.
“Mayhem is once again taking place in my adopted home state of California and I may have friends in Bakersfield. I have every intention of winning this match, or at the very least, give you one hell of a fight. I am not going to go down easily Broderick. I am not going down without a fight.”
Amy looks at the championship, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She looks down at the sheathed sword in her hand.
“I am going to walk into Monday Night Mayhem and show you and everyone watch why I am simply Amy Zing.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” is dressed simply in shorts and a tank top and seated on a bare spot in her living room. The wall behind her is white, with a window that shows a view of several buildings and part of the Golden Gate Bridge. It is still daylight outside.
Amy sits with her eyes closed. Her breathing is steady, almost like she is asleep. But she is not. There are no indications of sleep. She is meditating.
“When on a mission of revenge, be sure to dig two graves.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” opens her eyes.
“It is an old saying that basically means if you go after revenge, be prepared to make sacrifices, be prepared to lose everything. Revenge and love are the two great emotional forces people are powerless against. They are universal. Regardless of cultural and ethnic differences, everyone seems to have stories based on revenge and or love.”
“I think they two cannot exist with out each other as both are steamed from something primal, something driven by a desire and a passion. And, as I said, they are universal feelings that people have no chance of resisting.”
“And yet, as they say “revenge is a dish best served cold”. I find that to be an ironic phrase. I suppose though it has to do with the idea that you can’t really feel any compassion or any similar emotion toward the target of revenge. And yet, I think you have to feel something, even if it is pure hatred, towards your target if you are actually going for revenge.”
“People will say revenge solves nothing. They will tell you that it just makes you feel empty or that it changes you or that it is not worth it. They may tell you something that sounds like a cliché or words of wisdom that sound good and say you are trying to help, but in all honesty, I do not think words have ever stopped someone from attempting revenge.”
Amy lifts her head slightly, looking upward to her ceiling.
“Right now Broderick, I have no doubt that you are burning with a hatred for Joshua McBride. You want nothing more than to go out to the ring or the parking lot or even in the back of an arena and hurt him. You want to make him suffer. You want to make him bleed. You want to humiliate him. You want to break him. You don’t care what anyone thinks or says about it, you want to break, destroy and humiliate him and make him suffer regardless of whatever you have to sacrifice.”
“And the thing of it is that I am sure everyone would expect me to be the kind of person to try and talk you out of it. They probably think I’m going to tell you that revenge solves nothing. They probably expect me to tell you that you cannot risk what you have or that it will leave you empty or hollow or something like that. People probably think I will tell you something like forgive and forget.”
Amy lowers her head and looks down at the sword in her lap.
“I am not.”
She takes the sword in both hands, lifting it from her lap and holding it up.
“The simple fact is that I know exactly what you are going through. I know exactly what you are feeling. I know exactly what you are thinking right now Broderick, because I have been exactly where you are.”
“I have mentioned this before, but if you will permit me, please allow me to tell you the story because I want you to understand that when I say I know what you are going through, what you are feeling, and what you are thinking, I want you to know that I am not saying this because I am trying to relate to you or something like that. I am saying it because it was true.”
She makes a slightly embarrassed face, being as she is not one prone to toot her own horn or relive her own past all that often.
“Now I do apologize to those of you who dislike name dropping or people reliving their past, but there is a point to this.”
Amy sets the sword down in her lap, but still holding it in her hands.
“I was in Action Packed Wrestling at the time, on their Monday show, Monday Night Meltdown, and this wrestler named Young Mannie returns to the APW after an incident a few months ago. He had returned to the APW to show the world he was ready to be the big star while making his reasons about being his time and his girlfriend being attacked.”
“Maybe he thought it would be easy. Maybe he thought I would not put up a fight. Maybe he thought I would take his abuse with a smile. Whatever his reasons were, he insulted me by having his pimp uncle offer me the position of bottom bitch and then he attacked me from behind. I found it insulting because, yeah, I posed for Playboy, but that does not make me easy or a whore or anything. I came to APW to be a wrestler, not arm candy or someone’s whore. It was insulting and cowardly.”
“I swore revenge. It was a matter of honor. And I did this whole thing where I dug two graves and I gave the line about revenge and two graves as I am digging graves. And I capped it off by cutting my hand with my jian and let a few drops of blood hit the graves. And to be honest, that was probably a mistake because it really hurt. I mean that jian of mine is not fake. It is a real sword with a real blade. It is not some replica that looks good. It is a real sword. I am just lucky it did not leave a scare or anything.”
She lifts the jian again and pulls part of blade free of the scabbard, showing the sharpness of the weapon. She slides the blade back inside the scabbard and then sets it down and then holds her hands out, to show her palms. There is no scarring or marking from her having drawn the blade over her hand.
“I mean look at this. I dragged the blade of a sword over my hand and bled. I mean, yeah it looked good and really sold the whole thing about going for revenge, but jeez, what was I thinking? And the crazy thing is that I did it a few months later when I had the chance to get into the ring with him again and basically swore revenge, took the blade and dragged it over my hand again. I was so lucky that it didn’t scar. Both times I got it taken care of right away, but still, it was a little extreme. I suppose I could have stopped at just saying I WOULD kick his head off as opposed to my usual line about trying to kick his head off, but nope, I really had to sell it I guess. I don’t know why. I just got carried away I guess.”
Realizing she is just rambling, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly to regain her train of thought and composure, and then opens her eyes again. It is rare, almost unheard of, but she does sound a little angry as she retells the story and relives the memories.
“So the following week, I attacked his uncle. Mannie, however, goes to the Meltdown General Manager Sienna Harrison, and she starts to protect him. He then goes after my parents and hires a bodyguard to protect himself because I went right after him. ASnd there is Sienna, letting him get away with everything, keeping him safe and punishing me for trying to get a little payback because she feels that she can make Mannie into a star and that she was jealous of me for some reason.”
“Here is this guy, bigger, taller, and stronger than me physically and I had him running scared, protect by management and he gets me fired.”
“I did threaten to sue though, I mean Mannie did abduct my parents and no one did anything about it. I managed to get revenge on Sienna, beat her in the middle of the ring on a Meltdown and humiliating her on her own show and then later, I got Mannie in the ring and laid out his uncle, his bodyguard and then beat the hell out of him, leaving him laying in the middle of the ring after I actually tried to kick his head off until he was knocked out.”
For a moment, Amy allows herself a slight smile.
“I suppose you expect me to tell you that it didn’t feel good. I think everyone will expect me to tell you that it solves nothing or that it leaves you empty. The truth is that it did feel good to kick both of them in the head. It was extremely satisfying and I would do it again.”
“But, I will give you this one piece of advice Broderick, only one. Go for your revenge. Get it. Do what you feel you need to do, but do not lose what makes you who you are and find something to keep you moving past your mission of revenge, a future you look forward to.”
“Yes, I beat the hell out of Mannie and Sienna. Yes, it took me to a dark place I didn’t know I had, but it is not a place I would like to be all the time. I did not want to be that type of person all the time. I like being polite, nice and honorable. It’s who I am.”
She touches her chest for a moment, right above her heart, and then looks down at the UWA Television Championship spread out in front of her.
“I think the problem with revenge is that no one seems to think about what comes after. I made the decision when beat Mannie to put him bend me and focus on other things. I beat him and I didn’t think about him again until I had to face him at APW’s final show. I beat him and it allowed me to move on to my first championship because I beat him and then won the APW North American Championship. Even now I only mention it when I am trying to tell people I am not a pushover or in this case where it is relevant to the situation.”
Leaning forward, she runs her hand over the plate of the title belt. She then leans back.
“That is my advice, get your revenge, do whatever you have to do to get it because nothing is going to stop you from doing it, but do not let it change you, do not let it stop you from being the person you are, and find something to look forward to, something to give you a reason to move on.”
She moves the sword off her lap, holding it in one hand and then gets to her feet. She lifts the title off the floor and gets to her feet as she drapes the belt over she shoulder.
“But right now Broderick, you need to focus less on the Children of Nephilim and focus on facing me at Monday Night Mayhem. I may understand what you are going through. I may understand that you are after revenge and that you deserve it. However, while I may understand it and even support it, I still have every intention of trying to win this match this week.”
Amy turns and looks out her window, looking out at the view.
“Now do not get me wrong Broderick. If the Children of Nephilim go to the ring to try and take you out at any point in our match, I will be right there with you to fight them off. It’s not that I have anything against them, although I confess that I don’t really like them all that much to begin with, I just feel it would be wrong to stand by and let someone fight an unfair battle.”
“But, like I said, I am still going to try to win this match. I am still going to give this match everything I have to give to try and beat you. We all want to win Broderick. It’s not personal; it’s just the nature of what we do. We all want to win the matches we compete in. We all want to have our hand raised in victory.”
“I don’t have anything against you Broderick. I really do not know you well enough to be able to judge you. I just want to win this match and have my hand raised in victory. I imagine you feel the same way in that you want to win and have your hand raised. I may end up getting my ass kicked. I may end up with my shoulders on the mat, because that is the only way you are going to beat me, but I am going to go into that ring and I am going to try and win.”
She glances at the title on her shoulder.
“I am the UWA Television Champion and that may not mean a whole lot as we presently do not have any shows on television, and I am trying to make this title mean something. I am sure I can do that having a loss on my record, but it would be easier with a victory. Beating you would be a huge win for me Broderick. But beating you is going to be easier said than done. I have no doubt about that.”
Turning from the window, Amy walks over to the bookcase that serves as her trophy case, containing photos of what she considers her greatest moments or matches and her postcard collection, with a postcard from every city she has wrestled in that sells postcards. She takes the Television Championship off her shoulder and folds the straps behind the plate, placing the title on shelf next to her postcards.
“Mayhem is once again taking place in my adopted home state of California and I may have friends in Bakersfield. I have every intention of winning this match, or at the very least, give you one hell of a fight. I am not going to go down easily Broderick. I am not going down without a fight.”
Amy looks at the championship, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She looks down at the sheathed sword in her hand.
“I am going to walk into Monday Night Mayhem and show you and everyone watch why I am simply Amy Zing.”