Post by amyzing on Dec 18, 2014 16:46:52 GMT -6
The sun starts to set above the city of San Francisco, California. The sky is alight with shades of red, yellow and orange as the sun sinks slowly into the west to signal the end of another day. Soon night will fall upon the city as it waits for sunrise and to usher in a new day with the rising of the sun.
Sitting on a mat in the backyard of her home, Amy Zing, the current UWA Television Champion, has her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees as if she is meditating. The UWA Television Championship is placed before her. It is hard to see her face as she lets her hair hang downward, off her shoulders. There is neither jian on the table, nor any practicing or training equipment visible around her. She did not come outside to train, but for contemplation.
“It seems every time I gain some measure of success or popularity, someone gets jealous of it.”
Amy opens her eyes and glances at the title set before her that she will defend at the Cataclysm pay-per-view.
“And honestly, I do not know why. I really do not. I am not the biggest person in the UWA locker room, nor am I the strongest or toughest and I am certainly not the most dominating wrestler to step foot in the UWA, so I do not understand why, whenever I seem to win a title, someone immediately targets me. And I don’t think I am arrogant or mean-spirited or unpleasant. I try to be nice and kind and show a little humility. And, I not a day goes by where I am not grateful that I can walk into arena after arena and hear tens or hundred or thousands or millions of people cheering my name, wanting to see me go into the ring and perform or actually caring about what I have to say. But, again, when I start to earn or gain success, or people start to cheer me, people get jealous. And yet, for some reason, because I appreciate my fans, and because I try to be nice and I have a sense of humility and I am not the toughest or the strongest or the most dominant person around, people seem to think that I am some sort of pushover that can just be walked over and I will take it with no attempt to fight back. And that is actually insulting. I do not talk about my innate superiority of an opponent or declare how I will soundly defeat them because if I lose, I would look foolish. But because I do not do that, people think I lack fire or passion or drive and that I am like a doormat. And I am not. I fail to see how exactly one equals the other. I mean, yes, maybe I do invite it upon myself somehow, but I would think after some time, that image would start to fade. And yet, it never seems to. But, time and time again, I have managed to prove people wrong about me, and yet it still holds. Now, I honestly do believe I bring it on myself in a way, but I don’t see the point of being like someone like a Vince Jones, who acts like he is already a legend, or a Lacey Roberts, who’s really just been kind of a bitch lately, pardon my language. And that’s just not me. That’s not a person I want to be. I like me and I don’t really see why I need to change that so people will stop thinking that it is okay to treat me like a doormat.”
Amy suddenly realizes that she is just rambling at this point. “The Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes again.
“I think, Lacey, the idea I am some sort of princess or little Miss Nice-Lady should be the furthest thing from your mind. Last week, I nearly took Bob Brooks’ head off his first moment in the ring with me, and I practically kicked your head off to win the match. And you still think that you can just walk into the ring and beat me without any problem at all? Maybe you can beat me Lacey, you’ve done it before. And maybe you can become the UWA Television Champion as you have been going on about for weeks, but you want to know something Lacey? Even if you win the title, it will mean absolutely nothing, because, quite honestly, you are nothing.”
“I suppose saying that is a bit uncharacteristically harsh of me, and I will admit it, but I am not apologizing for it. I find myself unable to like you, or even really respect you Lacey. And believe me, I am actually trying, but I am finding a strong lack of ability to do either.”
“You are a second generation wrestler. This business is in your bloodline. You were born to be a wrestler. And I will admit, having been in the ring with you, that you are good Lacey. And yet, given all of that, all you are capable of, you have made no impact at all in the UWA. I cannot think of an incident or a moment when I watched you and thought to myself that you were going to be huge, and that is including the time you beat me, because, and I’ll be the first to admit this, that is not exactly an elite club.”
“Even when you walked up to me, insulted me, and basically told me that you were just going to win the Television Championship, I really don’t think anyone really watched and thought that you were just going to waltz into a match with me and take the title with no effort on your part. And even when you actually tried to take a cheap shot, I nearly took your head off. You can hide behind a lie of trying to up your game or believe you are taking it to the next level or similar ideas, but the simple fact of the matter is that you are jealous.”
For a moment, Amy seems to smile about that moment a few weeks ago, but the smile fades almost as quickly as it appeared.
“I walked into the UWA the same way I walked into every other wrestling promotion I have ever been in. I simply introduced myself, said I am simply Amy Zing, and figured I would see if I could make it here. Now I will admit that I am lucky enough to have some degree of name recognition, but I am in no way a legend or a star. I just was lucky enough to have fans that were willing to follow me here and I was fortunate enough to make new fans. I will be the first person to tell you that I have no idea how I earned a shot at the UWA Television Championship. I mean, I wrestled three matches prior to that, lost two of them and won only one before Raising Hell where I won the title, so it didn’t make whole lot of sense to me.”
“That’s it. That is all I did. I just walked in, said I would try to kick someone’s head off and that I am simply Amy Zing, and tried to see how far I could make it in the UWA. I really had no goal or agenda or any idea what I could accomplish. I just went out there and tried my best. I never expected to be the first UWA Television Champion. I actually never expected to be a champion. I had hoped to win one, but never expected to. I never set out to make history. I came to the UWA with no expectations and just planned to see how far I could go and what I could accomplish.”
She moves her hands from her knees and rests her forearms on her thighs. She leans forward a bit, looking upward, almost contemplating the last few months of her career.
“And somehow, someway, that has made me a very popular wrestler here. I am honored and humbled that every time I go out to the ring I get to hear people cheering for me, chanting my name. I have had people tell me I am the reason they watch. I have had kids tell me I am their favorite wrestler. It’s a surreal and humbling experience for me to have a kid ask me for an autograph and tell me that I am their hero and they want to grow up like me. But, it is truly the most humbling of experience for me to hear that from a child in a hospital or in a wheelchair. I have had the extreme honor of meeting soldiers and been truly honored and humbled that these people would ask for my autograph. There is nothing that will ever compare to it and it never loses how amazing an experience it is.”
She smiles at those moments, the moments she really cherishes, the ones that matter to her. They are not the wins, but the great matches she has had and the places she has been able to wrestle in and the people she has been able to meet are what really matter to her.
“And to me, that’s worth so much more than any championship or accomplishment I could ever attain in wrestling. Lacey, that is the impact I have made in wrestling. If my career ended tomorrow, I would have no regrets of leaving that behind as my legacy.”
She stops smiling, sits up straight and, in a rather uncharacteristic move for Amy Zing given her reputation, actually glares a head of her.
“So what the bloody hell have you done with your career? What kind of impact have you made? What memories have you made that will outlast you?”
“Lacey, as far as I can tell you have not done a bloody thing since coming here. You have made no impression, no impact, accomplished nothing since you arrived in the UWA. Every single time you win a match, it is almost meaningless, whereas I win or lose a match and people still cheer for me as I walk out because they want to see me. Even if you win the Television Championship, it will not mean anything Lacey, because no one cares if you win it except for you.”
She gets to her feet and does not even bother to pick up the Television Championship before getting up or after. She instead takes a few steps away from it and looks down at the title set on her meditation mat. The plate barely captures any of the sun’s fading light.
“I am honored to be the first Television Champion in UWA history and I will fight as hard as I can to hold on to this title as long as I can. However, when it really comes down to it, I do not need this championship to be happy. I do not need this championship to justify my career or validate my decision to become a wrestler or prove I belong here in the UWA or in wrestling. All those fans cheering my name, or wanting to meet me or wanting my autograph make me happy. That justifies and validates everything to me.”
“However, you, Lacey, have seemed to make no impact or impression at all. I can’t think of one match you have been a part of that really stood out as an awesome match. I can think of no victory that you had that cemented your place as a star in the UWA. And I cannot not think of one thing you said that even made such a lasting impression that it is still quoted today.”
“For the last few weeks, you have been playing the part of a victim held back by management and in reality you are just ripping off someone else’s lines, and no one seems to be paying attention to him either, so it stands to reason, they do not need to hear you parroting him. I fail to see how that is even making an impact.”
“Since you came here Lacey, you’ve done nothing memorable, nothing to stand out and nothing to make yourself really matter. Even if you win this title, it will still be meaningless Lacey, because you have made no impact here in the UWA. And you would think winning a championship would make an impact, but not if people do not care about the person holding the title, and Lacey, I hate to say it, but not one seems to care about you. You win this title and it will not mean fame and fortune and that you have been right. It will just mean that Lacey Roberts won a title, and no one cares.”
“For the last few weeks Lacey, you have not come off as a dominant player in the UWA . You have not come off as the future. You have not come off as a star. When I look at you Lacey, all I see is a desperate, jealous woman trying to find something for her to use as a justification for anything she has said or done since coming to the UWA. It’s not a conspiracy or whatever you are repeating someone else saying. It is just your own petty jealousy Lacey.”
“For weeks, you have acted as if you are better than me, as if you belong here more than I do. For weeks you were going on and on about how superior you were to me and how easily you would take the Television Championship from me as if you had already won it based on nothing more than a jealousy and a belief that you are somehow better than me. As far as I am concerned, pinning you should have disproved your belief about me losing the title so easily Lacey. I am going to fight to keep it.”
“And really, that’s the irony of this match Lacey. I am going to fight until I have nothing left in an attempt to retain a title that I am comfortable without. I questioned whether or not I deserved to have the title before I won it. And I would like to think that I have represented the UWA as best I could as a champion. At least I hope I did. I personally do not know, but as no one has said anything, except for you, I think I did okay. Still, you need this championship more than I do Lacey, and that’s kind of sad.”
Stepping back to the mat, she bends over and picks up the Television Championship, holding it in her hands and looking at the belt’s center plate.
“The wrestler should elevate the title and make it mean something, not the other way around. Maybe I have not really done as best as I could, but I think I did alright. My reign as champion may not be long, but I would like to think that I wasn’t that bad as the inaugural Television Champion. And yet it seems to me like you winning this title will completely turn everything around for you Lacey. It’s as if your winning the Television Championship suddenly means everyone will actually care about what you have to say and you’ll no longer be held back as you claim for when you are Television Champion, it will mark the golden age of Lacey Roberts and everything you want will be at your fingertips waiting for you to take it.”
“As I have said, if I lose, while I will be disappointed, I will move on with my life and my career. I’ll meet more fans, I’ll add postcards to my collection, and I may be able to win a championship again or I may not. I have a future Lacey. I see a tomorrow for myself. And I do not know what that tomorrow will hold. Maybe I will still be Television Champion and staring down my next challenger, or maybe I won’t be. Maybe tomorrow brings me a tag team match or a battle royal or an autograph signing for a DVD release or a photo shoot or a meet and greet with the fans. I really have no idea. The only thing I know about tomorrow is that I will still walk out to that ring, try to kick someone’s head off, give the fans everything I have, and show them and everyone else why I am simply Amy Zing. That’s the tomorrow I know I have and I always look forward to it.”
“But, all you see ahead of you is the Television Championship. You are so caught up in that tunnel vision of you standing in the ring holding this title and in that moment everything you have said just becomes validated. And, you have to do it alone Lacey. Deep down, you know that. You know as well as I do if Bob Brooks interferes in the match and helps you win this match, a part of you know that everywhere you go, every time you walk out, the fans will chant “paper champion” or they will chant my name while you are out there and they will not let you forget that it was a tainted victory. If he does, then everything you said about how much better you are, how more deserving of the title you are and the one shot you had of making an impact that means anything all here in the UWA goes right out the window. You know it has to be just you and me in that ring until whatever the end Lacey, for better or worse.”
With her right hand, she holds the title by the plate while her left hand drops down a bit. She shifts the belt so the plate can be seen more prominently. She looks down at the title she has held since the Raising Hell pay-per-view.
“You need this title Lacey. You have to win. You’ve gone on and on so much about how you will win that failing to accomplish that would pretty much end all your credibility. At this point Lacey, you have no tomorrow without the UWA Television Championship. But I do Lacey. Unlike you, I can walk out of Cataclysm without the Television Championship knowing I have a tomorrow, something to look forward to. You have nothing without this title Lacey. Right now, you are nothing but a sad, desperate, jealous bitch and part of me feels sorry for you. But the other part of me is telling that part to stop feeling sorry for you, walk into Cataclysm, kick your head off, beat you and walk out with the Television Championship, and to be perfectly honest, that part is making a lot more sense to me Lacey. It really is.”
Amy shakes her head and then looks up a bit from the title.
“Falls count anywhere Lacey. That is our match. That will be the method we will use to decide the fate of the Television Championship. That is the match where we will see if Lacey Roberts can finally make an impact in the UWA. That is the match that will see whether or not you matter. And that is the match that will determine whether or not you have a tomorrow. Because regardless of the outcome, I know I have made an impact, that I do matter to every fan out there cheering for me and chanting my name and that I have made an impact in the UWA.”
Using both hands, Amy shoulders the title belt on her right and looks towards the setting sun, towards the end of one day and towards the start of a new one.
“At Cataclysm, Lacey, I am going to put it all on the line to keep this title. Whatever the risk, I will give it everything I have. I am going to walk down to that ring and I am going to try to kick your head off just like I did at Monday Night Mayhem. No more Little Miss Sweetness of Sugar Princess or Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes or whatever you have been calling me. I am going to go out of my way to try and kick your jealous, arrogant head off your bloody shoulders and maybe, just maybe I can shut you up for a few minutes. I am going to show you and everyone who doubts me why I am simply Amy Zing, why I am and deserve to be the UWA Television Champion and why, with or without this belt, I still have a tomorrow and why I matter!”
She keeps her eyes on the setting sun.
“See you at Cataclysm.”
Once again, the scene fades out on the image of the UWA Television Championship on Amy’s shoulder. The belt catches a few of the last light of the day.
Sitting on a mat in the backyard of her home, Amy Zing, the current UWA Television Champion, has her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees as if she is meditating. The UWA Television Championship is placed before her. It is hard to see her face as she lets her hair hang downward, off her shoulders. There is neither jian on the table, nor any practicing or training equipment visible around her. She did not come outside to train, but for contemplation.
“It seems every time I gain some measure of success or popularity, someone gets jealous of it.”
Amy opens her eyes and glances at the title set before her that she will defend at the Cataclysm pay-per-view.
“And honestly, I do not know why. I really do not. I am not the biggest person in the UWA locker room, nor am I the strongest or toughest and I am certainly not the most dominating wrestler to step foot in the UWA, so I do not understand why, whenever I seem to win a title, someone immediately targets me. And I don’t think I am arrogant or mean-spirited or unpleasant. I try to be nice and kind and show a little humility. And, I not a day goes by where I am not grateful that I can walk into arena after arena and hear tens or hundred or thousands or millions of people cheering my name, wanting to see me go into the ring and perform or actually caring about what I have to say. But, again, when I start to earn or gain success, or people start to cheer me, people get jealous. And yet, for some reason, because I appreciate my fans, and because I try to be nice and I have a sense of humility and I am not the toughest or the strongest or the most dominant person around, people seem to think that I am some sort of pushover that can just be walked over and I will take it with no attempt to fight back. And that is actually insulting. I do not talk about my innate superiority of an opponent or declare how I will soundly defeat them because if I lose, I would look foolish. But because I do not do that, people think I lack fire or passion or drive and that I am like a doormat. And I am not. I fail to see how exactly one equals the other. I mean, yes, maybe I do invite it upon myself somehow, but I would think after some time, that image would start to fade. And yet, it never seems to. But, time and time again, I have managed to prove people wrong about me, and yet it still holds. Now, I honestly do believe I bring it on myself in a way, but I don’t see the point of being like someone like a Vince Jones, who acts like he is already a legend, or a Lacey Roberts, who’s really just been kind of a bitch lately, pardon my language. And that’s just not me. That’s not a person I want to be. I like me and I don’t really see why I need to change that so people will stop thinking that it is okay to treat me like a doormat.”
Amy suddenly realizes that she is just rambling at this point. “The Hong Kong Sensation” closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. She opens her eyes again.
“I think, Lacey, the idea I am some sort of princess or little Miss Nice-Lady should be the furthest thing from your mind. Last week, I nearly took Bob Brooks’ head off his first moment in the ring with me, and I practically kicked your head off to win the match. And you still think that you can just walk into the ring and beat me without any problem at all? Maybe you can beat me Lacey, you’ve done it before. And maybe you can become the UWA Television Champion as you have been going on about for weeks, but you want to know something Lacey? Even if you win the title, it will mean absolutely nothing, because, quite honestly, you are nothing.”
“I suppose saying that is a bit uncharacteristically harsh of me, and I will admit it, but I am not apologizing for it. I find myself unable to like you, or even really respect you Lacey. And believe me, I am actually trying, but I am finding a strong lack of ability to do either.”
“You are a second generation wrestler. This business is in your bloodline. You were born to be a wrestler. And I will admit, having been in the ring with you, that you are good Lacey. And yet, given all of that, all you are capable of, you have made no impact at all in the UWA. I cannot think of an incident or a moment when I watched you and thought to myself that you were going to be huge, and that is including the time you beat me, because, and I’ll be the first to admit this, that is not exactly an elite club.”
“Even when you walked up to me, insulted me, and basically told me that you were just going to win the Television Championship, I really don’t think anyone really watched and thought that you were just going to waltz into a match with me and take the title with no effort on your part. And even when you actually tried to take a cheap shot, I nearly took your head off. You can hide behind a lie of trying to up your game or believe you are taking it to the next level or similar ideas, but the simple fact of the matter is that you are jealous.”
For a moment, Amy seems to smile about that moment a few weeks ago, but the smile fades almost as quickly as it appeared.
“I walked into the UWA the same way I walked into every other wrestling promotion I have ever been in. I simply introduced myself, said I am simply Amy Zing, and figured I would see if I could make it here. Now I will admit that I am lucky enough to have some degree of name recognition, but I am in no way a legend or a star. I just was lucky enough to have fans that were willing to follow me here and I was fortunate enough to make new fans. I will be the first person to tell you that I have no idea how I earned a shot at the UWA Television Championship. I mean, I wrestled three matches prior to that, lost two of them and won only one before Raising Hell where I won the title, so it didn’t make whole lot of sense to me.”
“That’s it. That is all I did. I just walked in, said I would try to kick someone’s head off and that I am simply Amy Zing, and tried to see how far I could make it in the UWA. I really had no goal or agenda or any idea what I could accomplish. I just went out there and tried my best. I never expected to be the first UWA Television Champion. I actually never expected to be a champion. I had hoped to win one, but never expected to. I never set out to make history. I came to the UWA with no expectations and just planned to see how far I could go and what I could accomplish.”
She moves her hands from her knees and rests her forearms on her thighs. She leans forward a bit, looking upward, almost contemplating the last few months of her career.
“And somehow, someway, that has made me a very popular wrestler here. I am honored and humbled that every time I go out to the ring I get to hear people cheering for me, chanting my name. I have had people tell me I am the reason they watch. I have had kids tell me I am their favorite wrestler. It’s a surreal and humbling experience for me to have a kid ask me for an autograph and tell me that I am their hero and they want to grow up like me. But, it is truly the most humbling of experience for me to hear that from a child in a hospital or in a wheelchair. I have had the extreme honor of meeting soldiers and been truly honored and humbled that these people would ask for my autograph. There is nothing that will ever compare to it and it never loses how amazing an experience it is.”
She smiles at those moments, the moments she really cherishes, the ones that matter to her. They are not the wins, but the great matches she has had and the places she has been able to wrestle in and the people she has been able to meet are what really matter to her.
“And to me, that’s worth so much more than any championship or accomplishment I could ever attain in wrestling. Lacey, that is the impact I have made in wrestling. If my career ended tomorrow, I would have no regrets of leaving that behind as my legacy.”
She stops smiling, sits up straight and, in a rather uncharacteristic move for Amy Zing given her reputation, actually glares a head of her.
“So what the bloody hell have you done with your career? What kind of impact have you made? What memories have you made that will outlast you?”
“Lacey, as far as I can tell you have not done a bloody thing since coming here. You have made no impression, no impact, accomplished nothing since you arrived in the UWA. Every single time you win a match, it is almost meaningless, whereas I win or lose a match and people still cheer for me as I walk out because they want to see me. Even if you win the Television Championship, it will not mean anything Lacey, because no one cares if you win it except for you.”
She gets to her feet and does not even bother to pick up the Television Championship before getting up or after. She instead takes a few steps away from it and looks down at the title set on her meditation mat. The plate barely captures any of the sun’s fading light.
“I am honored to be the first Television Champion in UWA history and I will fight as hard as I can to hold on to this title as long as I can. However, when it really comes down to it, I do not need this championship to be happy. I do not need this championship to justify my career or validate my decision to become a wrestler or prove I belong here in the UWA or in wrestling. All those fans cheering my name, or wanting to meet me or wanting my autograph make me happy. That justifies and validates everything to me.”
“However, you, Lacey, have seemed to make no impact or impression at all. I can’t think of one match you have been a part of that really stood out as an awesome match. I can think of no victory that you had that cemented your place as a star in the UWA. And I cannot not think of one thing you said that even made such a lasting impression that it is still quoted today.”
“For the last few weeks, you have been playing the part of a victim held back by management and in reality you are just ripping off someone else’s lines, and no one seems to be paying attention to him either, so it stands to reason, they do not need to hear you parroting him. I fail to see how that is even making an impact.”
“Since you came here Lacey, you’ve done nothing memorable, nothing to stand out and nothing to make yourself really matter. Even if you win this title, it will still be meaningless Lacey, because you have made no impact here in the UWA. And you would think winning a championship would make an impact, but not if people do not care about the person holding the title, and Lacey, I hate to say it, but not one seems to care about you. You win this title and it will not mean fame and fortune and that you have been right. It will just mean that Lacey Roberts won a title, and no one cares.”
“For the last few weeks Lacey, you have not come off as a dominant player in the UWA . You have not come off as the future. You have not come off as a star. When I look at you Lacey, all I see is a desperate, jealous woman trying to find something for her to use as a justification for anything she has said or done since coming to the UWA. It’s not a conspiracy or whatever you are repeating someone else saying. It is just your own petty jealousy Lacey.”
“For weeks, you have acted as if you are better than me, as if you belong here more than I do. For weeks you were going on and on about how superior you were to me and how easily you would take the Television Championship from me as if you had already won it based on nothing more than a jealousy and a belief that you are somehow better than me. As far as I am concerned, pinning you should have disproved your belief about me losing the title so easily Lacey. I am going to fight to keep it.”
“And really, that’s the irony of this match Lacey. I am going to fight until I have nothing left in an attempt to retain a title that I am comfortable without. I questioned whether or not I deserved to have the title before I won it. And I would like to think that I have represented the UWA as best I could as a champion. At least I hope I did. I personally do not know, but as no one has said anything, except for you, I think I did okay. Still, you need this championship more than I do Lacey, and that’s kind of sad.”
Stepping back to the mat, she bends over and picks up the Television Championship, holding it in her hands and looking at the belt’s center plate.
“The wrestler should elevate the title and make it mean something, not the other way around. Maybe I have not really done as best as I could, but I think I did alright. My reign as champion may not be long, but I would like to think that I wasn’t that bad as the inaugural Television Champion. And yet it seems to me like you winning this title will completely turn everything around for you Lacey. It’s as if your winning the Television Championship suddenly means everyone will actually care about what you have to say and you’ll no longer be held back as you claim for when you are Television Champion, it will mark the golden age of Lacey Roberts and everything you want will be at your fingertips waiting for you to take it.”
“As I have said, if I lose, while I will be disappointed, I will move on with my life and my career. I’ll meet more fans, I’ll add postcards to my collection, and I may be able to win a championship again or I may not. I have a future Lacey. I see a tomorrow for myself. And I do not know what that tomorrow will hold. Maybe I will still be Television Champion and staring down my next challenger, or maybe I won’t be. Maybe tomorrow brings me a tag team match or a battle royal or an autograph signing for a DVD release or a photo shoot or a meet and greet with the fans. I really have no idea. The only thing I know about tomorrow is that I will still walk out to that ring, try to kick someone’s head off, give the fans everything I have, and show them and everyone else why I am simply Amy Zing. That’s the tomorrow I know I have and I always look forward to it.”
“But, all you see ahead of you is the Television Championship. You are so caught up in that tunnel vision of you standing in the ring holding this title and in that moment everything you have said just becomes validated. And, you have to do it alone Lacey. Deep down, you know that. You know as well as I do if Bob Brooks interferes in the match and helps you win this match, a part of you know that everywhere you go, every time you walk out, the fans will chant “paper champion” or they will chant my name while you are out there and they will not let you forget that it was a tainted victory. If he does, then everything you said about how much better you are, how more deserving of the title you are and the one shot you had of making an impact that means anything all here in the UWA goes right out the window. You know it has to be just you and me in that ring until whatever the end Lacey, for better or worse.”
With her right hand, she holds the title by the plate while her left hand drops down a bit. She shifts the belt so the plate can be seen more prominently. She looks down at the title she has held since the Raising Hell pay-per-view.
“You need this title Lacey. You have to win. You’ve gone on and on so much about how you will win that failing to accomplish that would pretty much end all your credibility. At this point Lacey, you have no tomorrow without the UWA Television Championship. But I do Lacey. Unlike you, I can walk out of Cataclysm without the Television Championship knowing I have a tomorrow, something to look forward to. You have nothing without this title Lacey. Right now, you are nothing but a sad, desperate, jealous bitch and part of me feels sorry for you. But the other part of me is telling that part to stop feeling sorry for you, walk into Cataclysm, kick your head off, beat you and walk out with the Television Championship, and to be perfectly honest, that part is making a lot more sense to me Lacey. It really is.”
Amy shakes her head and then looks up a bit from the title.
“Falls count anywhere Lacey. That is our match. That will be the method we will use to decide the fate of the Television Championship. That is the match where we will see if Lacey Roberts can finally make an impact in the UWA. That is the match that will see whether or not you matter. And that is the match that will determine whether or not you have a tomorrow. Because regardless of the outcome, I know I have made an impact, that I do matter to every fan out there cheering for me and chanting my name and that I have made an impact in the UWA.”
Using both hands, Amy shoulders the title belt on her right and looks towards the setting sun, towards the end of one day and towards the start of a new one.
“At Cataclysm, Lacey, I am going to put it all on the line to keep this title. Whatever the risk, I will give it everything I have. I am going to walk down to that ring and I am going to try to kick your head off just like I did at Monday Night Mayhem. No more Little Miss Sweetness of Sugar Princess or Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes or whatever you have been calling me. I am going to go out of my way to try and kick your jealous, arrogant head off your bloody shoulders and maybe, just maybe I can shut you up for a few minutes. I am going to show you and everyone who doubts me why I am simply Amy Zing, why I am and deserve to be the UWA Television Champion and why, with or without this belt, I still have a tomorrow and why I matter!”
She keeps her eyes on the setting sun.
“See you at Cataclysm.”
Once again, the scene fades out on the image of the UWA Television Championship on Amy’s shoulder. The belt catches a few of the last light of the day.