Post by amyzing on Dec 12, 2014 16:21:27 GMT -6
Inside her home, “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing, dressed only in a tank top and shorts with her hair draped over her shoulders and down her back, hanging loose, flips through postcards as she slowly walks through her living room. This is not her mail, but souvenirs. In every place she wrestles that is able to acquire one, Amy Zing buys a postcard and writes the venue and match as well as the outcome. If it is not possible to acquire one of the town or city that she is wrestling in, she buys a postcard of the state and writes down the town or city in addition to the venue, match and the outcome. This is not due to ego or arrogance, but more to commemorate the match. The latest is from this past Monday in New Mexico when she teamed with Craven of the Sin City Knights against Lacey Roberts and Bob Brooks.
Amy sets the postcards on the top shelf of a bookcase she keeps in her living room that serves as a trophy case. On the shelf are photos of highlights of Amy’s career, such as her rivalry with Robina Hood or her winning the APW North American Championship, and a recently added photo of her UWA Television Championship at Raising Hell. Two mint-in-box Amy Zing action figures, one from the ACW and the other from the APW sit on the shelf.
She places the postcards on the shelf and steps back from the bookcase. As she does, her eyes glance to the bottom shelf where the UWA Television Championship sits. She holds her eyes on the championship belt and sighs a bit.
“You want this Lacey, don’t you?”
“Of course you do. Since the minute I won it, you have seemingly acted like you should have been in the match, like you should have been the one to make history and become the first ever UWA Television Champion. And maybe it should have been you. Maybe you did deserve to be in that match and maybe you should have become Television Champion. But you didn’t. You were not in the match. I was, and I won. I don’t know why you were not in the match, luck of the draw I suppose, but that’s what happened.”
“However, you have all but actually said you guarantee that you will beat me and become the new UWA Television Champion. You act like you are destined to win this title and I am just keeping it warm. It’s like you think you could take this title at any point in time, if I would only give you the opportunity, if I would only give you the title shot you think you deserve.”
“Well whether you deserve it or not, it is now put up or shut up time Lacey, because at Cataclysm, you have the shot you have wanted for so long.”
“I told you to name a time and a place, and I expected you to jump at the chance. I expected that before the end of Mayhem, following that announcement, you’d be grabbing an interviewer and telling me the when and where. When that didn’t happen, I reckoned you were going to tell me the time and place afterwards. And especially after I nearly kicked your head off, I thought I would have an answer before Tuesday. And then days went by, and I heard nothing from you.”
“To be perfectly honest, I was a bit surprised. After you seemed so confident you could just stroll into the ring and take this from me whenever you wanted, after acting like your championship reign is a sure thing, and acting like I am too nice and polite to even fight back, I give you the chance to choose your moment, the moment you seem so sure is yours, you do not take it.”
“For someone who wants to be UWA Television Champion, who seems to think that she can take this title from me whenever she wants, you really didn’t jump at the chance like I thought you would. But, yes, I suppose you did make some form a challenge, if you consider walking up to a champion and telling them that you could win their title any time you want a challenge. Personally, I see it more as boasting, but that’s me.”
Amy smiles a bit and shakes her head.
“What did you think would happen, Lacey? Did you really think I would take all your verbal abuse? Did you think I would not react to your assumption that beating me would be, as they say, easy as pie? Did you think I would just let you take this from me without a fight? Monday Night Mayhem did not go as easily as you thought it would, did it? So why would you think Cataclysm would be easy? Why would you not expect a fight?”
“Well Lacey, whether or not you wanted a fight or expected one, you have one. If you thought for a second that I was going to just lie down and die so you could be UWA Television Champion, or that I would just step aside so you could have your moment at my expense, because, as you say, I am too nice, you were wrong. And who are you to judge me anyway Lacey? What is wrong with being nice and polite and humble? Maybe I like being this way? Maybe, just maybe, I like being me. I like to think I am a good person. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I get paid to do what I love. I get paid to walk out here and entertain all the people, and I am luck enough that they like what I do, that they cheer me and have supported me since I started. You want to judge me Lacey? Who the bloody hell do you think you are to have the right to judge how I live or how I choose to act? Who made you the standard for how people here should act Lacey, because clearly, I missed that memo somewhere. Because if you no one actually gave you that ability, then, I’m sorry to say, that makes you come off as a bit of a judgmental bitch doesn’t it? And really, all I have heard out of you is just this petty, jealous little brat who feels like she should be handed every opportunity because you are here. All you’ve done for the last few weeks is whine and complain about management and how you have been treated, which if I am not mistaken, someone else was doing before you started, so that actually just makes you less a victim and more someone jumping on a bandwagon and copying someone else, doesn’t it? And yet, you are going to sit there and judge how I act, how I chose to be? Let me tell you something Lacey Roberts, I do not give a damn about what you bloody think about how I chose to act or what you have to say. I like me. I like who I am. My friends and family like me. My friends and family like who I am. My fans like me. My fans like who I am. They like that I seem to be nice, honest, kind, humble and not some petty, self-entitled, jealous bitch like you!”
Amy holds up her hands and closes her eyes to stop herself from rambling that seemingly turned into more of a tirade or at least a rant. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down and exhales slowly.
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Well, no, not really. Truth be told Lacey, I really do not like you. I mean before this, I could at least respect you. But after these last few weeks, I will admit that I no longer have that respect for you. To be perfectly honest, I actually do want to kick your ass. I actually do want to kick your head off.”
Amy pauses for a moment. She seems to glance around a bit, without really looking at anything before she looks back at her bookcase. The championship catches her eyes.
“Well what do you know? I’m upset. That doesn’t happen often. And unfortunately, really the only way I know how to deal with my anger and my stress is to kick something and try to get it all out of my system. And it is unfortunate, because you are the source of that stress and that anger, and the only way I can think of to get it out of my system is to just keep kicking you until I either shut you up or I just knock you out, because I will be honest, I think that even if I do knock you out, or shut you up, you actually will not shut up. You will, in fact, continue to go on about how management mistreated you or how you do not get any opportunities or whatever you want to go on about and act the part of a victim and it will not mean anything Lacey, because you would have been given an opportunity and a chance to shine, and you would have failed.”
“And that, Lacey, that will break you.”
“It will break you, because you have pretty much guaranteed that you are going to become the UWA Television Champion. Nearly every single time you are on camera and talking, you mention me and you mention how you will soon become the UWA Television Champion. No matter who you are facing in the ring or who you are talking to or what you are talking about or what you are doing, somehow and someway, the conversation inevitably turns to me and your winning the UWA Television Championship. As far as you seem concerned, Cataclysm and our match is nothing more than a mere formality as you are already Television Champion.”
“For the last few months, you have been obsessed with me and the UWA Television Championship, whereas I actually have not given you much thought other than these last few weeks. This is an obsession for you Lacey. Listening to you, it is as if you are already the Television Champion, which I would hope someone would tell me if you were, because I have the belt and I am pretty sure I won it, but if I am wrong, someone tell me, because my name is still on it. But, I am pretty sure for the time being that the title is mine.”
“So what happens then, Lacey, if I pin you again Lacey, and win this match? What happens if you fail? What happens if Cataclysm ends and I am still the UWA Television Champion, not you? What happens if at the end of the night, when the match is over and after everything you said about winning the champion does not come to pass and you do not win?”
Amy looks away from the title belt to the stack of postcards. She takes them off the shelf and starts to look through them. Numerous cities flash through as she looks through them such as Boston, MA, Paris, France, Tokyo, Japan, and Las Vegas, Nevada, one labeled as Auburn Hills, Michigan, and one from Beijing, People ’s Republic of China. She stops at the Beijing card and looks at the back. There is no match listed, only the words “Guest Host of APW Sunday Night Overdrive”. She smiles at the memories. Regardless of the wins, the losses, the triumph or the heartache, she smiles none the less.
“Because, I know what happens to me if I lose this match. I will be disappointed that I lost, but I will accept it, because I know my title reign is on borrowed time. And knowing that, accepting that, I will get up, and I will go on with my life and my career.”
“And who knows what will happen in my career after that. Maybe I get a rematch at the title and maybe I win it back, or win it back another day. Maybe I somehow end up winning the tournament and end up challenging for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship at Tragic Engagement or eventually become UWA World Champion, which would be great, because I have never actually had a world title shot. Maybe I make a friend and we go one to become the UWA Tag Team Champions. Or maybe I never win another title in the UWA and I just spend my days here as a very popular wrestler. I don’t know what will happen after I win the championship, and I am okay with that. And I am okay with that because it keeps me going, because life needs mystery and people need goals. Either way, I will keep adding to that pile of postcards until my time is up.”
She places the postcards back on the shelf.
“But what happens to you, Lacey Roberts, if you lose this match? What happens to Lacey Roberts if she does not become the UWA Television Champion? What happens to her career if she is down on the mat, driven through a table or knocked out by a chair or both, or hit with whatever else we can find backstage?”
Slowly, Amy takes the title off her shelf and picks it up in her hands. She looks down at the title that bears her name.
“This title and I have been your obsession for months Lacey. I would be flattered if I didn’t consider you a whiney, jealous, spoiled brat who I somehow threaten with my one moment of success. If you lose Lacey, there is no tomorrow for you. If you lose, then that’s it really. Everything you have said about your innate superiority over me will seem false. Your claims of being the next UWA Television Champion will seem a lie. And the entire world will see that you were unable to take this title from me any time and any place you wanted was no more than the words of a petty, jealous brat.”
“If you lose Lacey, there is nothing left for you. You’ve tied yourself so completely to the idea that you win the UWA Television Championship that the very idea of your losing has not entered your mind. I quite literally HAVE to win this match Lacey, because if you do not, there’s no tomorrow for you.”
“I actually do not have to win. I want to. I intend to go out there and give it everything I have in an attempt to win this match, Lacey, I do. But if I don’t, there is still a tomorrow for me. I will still be Amy Zing. I will still have my family, my friends and all my fans. I will still be the same person I always have been, just without a title. And while I will miss it, I will get over it. I will move on and embrace what the new day brings me.”
Her eyes move from the championship to the postcards. As of Cataclysm, regardless of the outcome, she will add a new one to that collection. She smiles.
“If you lose Lacey, you will have nothing. You will not be UWA Television Champion. You will have failed to obtain your object of obsession. There won’t be a tomorrow. There won’t be a new day. There will be the knowledge that all your words, your promises and your declarations of being the next Television Champion and how much better you are than me was absolutely meaningless and nothing more than empty words and empty promises. There will be no tomorrow. And honestly, that is really kind of sad. I would feel bad for you if I didn’t dislike you so much at the moment.”
“You have to win Lacey. The only problem is that I refuse to let you win. You act like you have already won this title, but you fail to reckon what I am willing to do to retain it. I set this match Lacey. I made what was supposed to be a simple one-on-one match into a tables, ladders and chairs match, and I did it all because I was just so bloody tired of listening to you go on and on about how you can just win this title whenever you want, but someone decided it should be falls count anywhere match, and that is okay, because we both know that I can pin you Lacey, just as you can pin me. It is time for you to prove everything you have said is more than empty words and false promises, because you have to Lacey. You have no other options.”
She sets the championship back down on the shelf.
“At Cataclysm, in the falls count anywhere, this, the UWA North American Championship, the object of your obsession for months will hang above the ring. You have to be the one to recover the title Lacey. You have to be the one to win this match. You have to, because if you do not, then you will have absolutely nothing. You have no other choice, no other option but to win this match. You have nothing if you do not win Lacey. And I hate to say it, but I honestly do not believe you are strong enough to actually recover if you fail to win.”
“You, Lacey, have everything to gain and absolutely everything to lose in this match, just like me. Both of us are backed into the corner. Both of us have to win if we want to walk out with the UWA Television Championship, but only one of us can win. And only one of us is strong enough to survive losing and I honestly do not think that you are the one Lacey. I really do not. I may be wrong, but for some odd reason, I doubt that I am.”
With a smile on her face, Amy turns away from the bookcase and the title.
“So at Cataclysm, I am going out there and I am going to try and kick your head off, climb that ladder and walk out as the UWA Television Champion or I will die trying Lacey. That is not bragging or a false promise or empty words, but it is indeed a promise. I will put it all on the line at Cataclysm to win this match, and I will show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out on the UWA Television Championship title belt.
Amy sets the postcards on the top shelf of a bookcase she keeps in her living room that serves as a trophy case. On the shelf are photos of highlights of Amy’s career, such as her rivalry with Robina Hood or her winning the APW North American Championship, and a recently added photo of her UWA Television Championship at Raising Hell. Two mint-in-box Amy Zing action figures, one from the ACW and the other from the APW sit on the shelf.
She places the postcards on the shelf and steps back from the bookcase. As she does, her eyes glance to the bottom shelf where the UWA Television Championship sits. She holds her eyes on the championship belt and sighs a bit.
“You want this Lacey, don’t you?”
“Of course you do. Since the minute I won it, you have seemingly acted like you should have been in the match, like you should have been the one to make history and become the first ever UWA Television Champion. And maybe it should have been you. Maybe you did deserve to be in that match and maybe you should have become Television Champion. But you didn’t. You were not in the match. I was, and I won. I don’t know why you were not in the match, luck of the draw I suppose, but that’s what happened.”
“However, you have all but actually said you guarantee that you will beat me and become the new UWA Television Champion. You act like you are destined to win this title and I am just keeping it warm. It’s like you think you could take this title at any point in time, if I would only give you the opportunity, if I would only give you the title shot you think you deserve.”
“Well whether you deserve it or not, it is now put up or shut up time Lacey, because at Cataclysm, you have the shot you have wanted for so long.”
“I told you to name a time and a place, and I expected you to jump at the chance. I expected that before the end of Mayhem, following that announcement, you’d be grabbing an interviewer and telling me the when and where. When that didn’t happen, I reckoned you were going to tell me the time and place afterwards. And especially after I nearly kicked your head off, I thought I would have an answer before Tuesday. And then days went by, and I heard nothing from you.”
“To be perfectly honest, I was a bit surprised. After you seemed so confident you could just stroll into the ring and take this from me whenever you wanted, after acting like your championship reign is a sure thing, and acting like I am too nice and polite to even fight back, I give you the chance to choose your moment, the moment you seem so sure is yours, you do not take it.”
“For someone who wants to be UWA Television Champion, who seems to think that she can take this title from me whenever she wants, you really didn’t jump at the chance like I thought you would. But, yes, I suppose you did make some form a challenge, if you consider walking up to a champion and telling them that you could win their title any time you want a challenge. Personally, I see it more as boasting, but that’s me.”
Amy smiles a bit and shakes her head.
“What did you think would happen, Lacey? Did you really think I would take all your verbal abuse? Did you think I would not react to your assumption that beating me would be, as they say, easy as pie? Did you think I would just let you take this from me without a fight? Monday Night Mayhem did not go as easily as you thought it would, did it? So why would you think Cataclysm would be easy? Why would you not expect a fight?”
“Well Lacey, whether or not you wanted a fight or expected one, you have one. If you thought for a second that I was going to just lie down and die so you could be UWA Television Champion, or that I would just step aside so you could have your moment at my expense, because, as you say, I am too nice, you were wrong. And who are you to judge me anyway Lacey? What is wrong with being nice and polite and humble? Maybe I like being this way? Maybe, just maybe, I like being me. I like to think I am a good person. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I get paid to do what I love. I get paid to walk out here and entertain all the people, and I am luck enough that they like what I do, that they cheer me and have supported me since I started. You want to judge me Lacey? Who the bloody hell do you think you are to have the right to judge how I live or how I choose to act? Who made you the standard for how people here should act Lacey, because clearly, I missed that memo somewhere. Because if you no one actually gave you that ability, then, I’m sorry to say, that makes you come off as a bit of a judgmental bitch doesn’t it? And really, all I have heard out of you is just this petty, jealous little brat who feels like she should be handed every opportunity because you are here. All you’ve done for the last few weeks is whine and complain about management and how you have been treated, which if I am not mistaken, someone else was doing before you started, so that actually just makes you less a victim and more someone jumping on a bandwagon and copying someone else, doesn’t it? And yet, you are going to sit there and judge how I act, how I chose to be? Let me tell you something Lacey Roberts, I do not give a damn about what you bloody think about how I chose to act or what you have to say. I like me. I like who I am. My friends and family like me. My friends and family like who I am. My fans like me. My fans like who I am. They like that I seem to be nice, honest, kind, humble and not some petty, self-entitled, jealous bitch like you!”
Amy holds up her hands and closes her eyes to stop herself from rambling that seemingly turned into more of a tirade or at least a rant. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down and exhales slowly.
“Sorry, sorry.”
“Well, no, not really. Truth be told Lacey, I really do not like you. I mean before this, I could at least respect you. But after these last few weeks, I will admit that I no longer have that respect for you. To be perfectly honest, I actually do want to kick your ass. I actually do want to kick your head off.”
Amy pauses for a moment. She seems to glance around a bit, without really looking at anything before she looks back at her bookcase. The championship catches her eyes.
“Well what do you know? I’m upset. That doesn’t happen often. And unfortunately, really the only way I know how to deal with my anger and my stress is to kick something and try to get it all out of my system. And it is unfortunate, because you are the source of that stress and that anger, and the only way I can think of to get it out of my system is to just keep kicking you until I either shut you up or I just knock you out, because I will be honest, I think that even if I do knock you out, or shut you up, you actually will not shut up. You will, in fact, continue to go on about how management mistreated you or how you do not get any opportunities or whatever you want to go on about and act the part of a victim and it will not mean anything Lacey, because you would have been given an opportunity and a chance to shine, and you would have failed.”
“And that, Lacey, that will break you.”
“It will break you, because you have pretty much guaranteed that you are going to become the UWA Television Champion. Nearly every single time you are on camera and talking, you mention me and you mention how you will soon become the UWA Television Champion. No matter who you are facing in the ring or who you are talking to or what you are talking about or what you are doing, somehow and someway, the conversation inevitably turns to me and your winning the UWA Television Championship. As far as you seem concerned, Cataclysm and our match is nothing more than a mere formality as you are already Television Champion.”
“For the last few months, you have been obsessed with me and the UWA Television Championship, whereas I actually have not given you much thought other than these last few weeks. This is an obsession for you Lacey. Listening to you, it is as if you are already the Television Champion, which I would hope someone would tell me if you were, because I have the belt and I am pretty sure I won it, but if I am wrong, someone tell me, because my name is still on it. But, I am pretty sure for the time being that the title is mine.”
“So what happens then, Lacey, if I pin you again Lacey, and win this match? What happens if you fail? What happens if Cataclysm ends and I am still the UWA Television Champion, not you? What happens if at the end of the night, when the match is over and after everything you said about winning the champion does not come to pass and you do not win?”
Amy looks away from the title belt to the stack of postcards. She takes them off the shelf and starts to look through them. Numerous cities flash through as she looks through them such as Boston, MA, Paris, France, Tokyo, Japan, and Las Vegas, Nevada, one labeled as Auburn Hills, Michigan, and one from Beijing, People ’s Republic of China. She stops at the Beijing card and looks at the back. There is no match listed, only the words “Guest Host of APW Sunday Night Overdrive”. She smiles at the memories. Regardless of the wins, the losses, the triumph or the heartache, she smiles none the less.
“Because, I know what happens to me if I lose this match. I will be disappointed that I lost, but I will accept it, because I know my title reign is on borrowed time. And knowing that, accepting that, I will get up, and I will go on with my life and my career.”
“And who knows what will happen in my career after that. Maybe I get a rematch at the title and maybe I win it back, or win it back another day. Maybe I somehow end up winning the tournament and end up challenging for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship at Tragic Engagement or eventually become UWA World Champion, which would be great, because I have never actually had a world title shot. Maybe I make a friend and we go one to become the UWA Tag Team Champions. Or maybe I never win another title in the UWA and I just spend my days here as a very popular wrestler. I don’t know what will happen after I win the championship, and I am okay with that. And I am okay with that because it keeps me going, because life needs mystery and people need goals. Either way, I will keep adding to that pile of postcards until my time is up.”
She places the postcards back on the shelf.
“But what happens to you, Lacey Roberts, if you lose this match? What happens to Lacey Roberts if she does not become the UWA Television Champion? What happens to her career if she is down on the mat, driven through a table or knocked out by a chair or both, or hit with whatever else we can find backstage?”
Slowly, Amy takes the title off her shelf and picks it up in her hands. She looks down at the title that bears her name.
“This title and I have been your obsession for months Lacey. I would be flattered if I didn’t consider you a whiney, jealous, spoiled brat who I somehow threaten with my one moment of success. If you lose Lacey, there is no tomorrow for you. If you lose, then that’s it really. Everything you have said about your innate superiority over me will seem false. Your claims of being the next UWA Television Champion will seem a lie. And the entire world will see that you were unable to take this title from me any time and any place you wanted was no more than the words of a petty, jealous brat.”
“If you lose Lacey, there is nothing left for you. You’ve tied yourself so completely to the idea that you win the UWA Television Championship that the very idea of your losing has not entered your mind. I quite literally HAVE to win this match Lacey, because if you do not, there’s no tomorrow for you.”
“I actually do not have to win. I want to. I intend to go out there and give it everything I have in an attempt to win this match, Lacey, I do. But if I don’t, there is still a tomorrow for me. I will still be Amy Zing. I will still have my family, my friends and all my fans. I will still be the same person I always have been, just without a title. And while I will miss it, I will get over it. I will move on and embrace what the new day brings me.”
Her eyes move from the championship to the postcards. As of Cataclysm, regardless of the outcome, she will add a new one to that collection. She smiles.
“If you lose Lacey, you will have nothing. You will not be UWA Television Champion. You will have failed to obtain your object of obsession. There won’t be a tomorrow. There won’t be a new day. There will be the knowledge that all your words, your promises and your declarations of being the next Television Champion and how much better you are than me was absolutely meaningless and nothing more than empty words and empty promises. There will be no tomorrow. And honestly, that is really kind of sad. I would feel bad for you if I didn’t dislike you so much at the moment.”
“You have to win Lacey. The only problem is that I refuse to let you win. You act like you have already won this title, but you fail to reckon what I am willing to do to retain it. I set this match Lacey. I made what was supposed to be a simple one-on-one match into a tables, ladders and chairs match, and I did it all because I was just so bloody tired of listening to you go on and on about how you can just win this title whenever you want, but someone decided it should be falls count anywhere match, and that is okay, because we both know that I can pin you Lacey, just as you can pin me. It is time for you to prove everything you have said is more than empty words and false promises, because you have to Lacey. You have no other options.”
She sets the championship back down on the shelf.
“At Cataclysm, in the falls count anywhere, this, the UWA North American Championship, the object of your obsession for months will hang above the ring. You have to be the one to recover the title Lacey. You have to be the one to win this match. You have to, because if you do not, then you will have absolutely nothing. You have no other choice, no other option but to win this match. You have nothing if you do not win Lacey. And I hate to say it, but I honestly do not believe you are strong enough to actually recover if you fail to win.”
“You, Lacey, have everything to gain and absolutely everything to lose in this match, just like me. Both of us are backed into the corner. Both of us have to win if we want to walk out with the UWA Television Championship, but only one of us can win. And only one of us is strong enough to survive losing and I honestly do not think that you are the one Lacey. I really do not. I may be wrong, but for some odd reason, I doubt that I am.”
With a smile on her face, Amy turns away from the bookcase and the title.
“So at Cataclysm, I am going out there and I am going to try and kick your head off, climb that ladder and walk out as the UWA Television Champion or I will die trying Lacey. That is not bragging or a false promise or empty words, but it is indeed a promise. I will put it all on the line at Cataclysm to win this match, and I will show you why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out on the UWA Television Championship title belt.