Post by amyzing on Nov 9, 2012 12:13:14 GMT -4
::Various photos sit on top of a dresser. These photos depict the same Asian woman, in her mid-twenties. One photo shows her standing by a motorcycle. Another shows what is clearly a family portrait. A third shows Amy standing with an arm around the shoulders of a woman dressed in a Gothic PVC style outfit with long black hair, and a somewhat distant, yet friendly look. A small gold Buddha statue rests among the photos. There is a lager . A small bookcase/nightstand sits by the bed. A white comforter with a floral pattern lays on top of the queen sized bed. The pillows cases are a light blue. A small stuffed bear, a gift from someone who would be an unlikely BFF, rests against the pillow. On the bed is Amy Zing.::
“It may be a little arrogant, but I think it would be safe to say that all the eyes of the APW will be on Meltdown this Monday night, specifically in regards to the tag team tournament.”
::The woman nicknamed “The Hong Kong Sensation” is casually dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that doesn‘t show off too much. She is seated on the bed, with her legs crossed in a meditative pose. She breaths in and out slowly, clearly trying to center herself.::
“As a Buddhist, I am taught that desire leads to suffering. That if you spend your time pursuing material wealth or really any desire, it will cause only suffering. It is kind of ironic that the thing I desire most is someone’s suffering.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” falls on her back, looking up and the ceiling. She sighs and pulls herself into a seated position. Her voice sounds unusually angry as she begins to speak. Whatever issues she has with the subject she is going on about are clearly not over at all.::
“People are probably expecting me to comment on what I said about you Aubrey J Parker, or what you said about me or some such thing. That is not going to happen. I could go on and on about you until I was blue in the face. I could challenge you to match after match after match, but I know it would just be a waste of my time and my breath, because I know you will never accept any challenge I resulting in a match where you have to face me alone. I could call you out to the ring to talk and you would refuse. I have no idea why. I would venture to say that it is you are scared of me because I knocked you out once after I refereed a match of yours. I apologized for my actions that night, but you did have it coming. Some odd reason though, you are brave enough to trash talk me, but not brave enough to face me in the ring. You can claim I am jealous of you, but I see nothing in your to be jealous of. Unlike you, I am not the type to take a cheap shot or strike only when I feel I have an advantage. I will rise through hard work, dedication and confidence in the confidence my fans and I have in my ability. I was willing to let bygones be bygones and see if we would eventually face each other and accept it if we did not. However, you opened your mouth, and now I find myself wanting to shove my foot down your throat.”
::Closing her eyes, Amy manages to stop herself mid-ramble. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to calm herself down. She slides off the bed and slips on her slippers. She starts walking to the door.::
“Perhaps in this tournament, I can settle something with you Aubrey. You, however, are not the only reason I entered this tournament. No, I entered for the challenge. I entered to try something new and see how well I could do. I entered to face some of the best the APW has to offer and try to become number one contender for the Tag Team Championships and maybe even win the titles.”
::It is a nice day outside Amy Zing’s apartment. The living room connects with her bedroom down a small hall. The wall is lined with more photos. The living room is nice, with a light blue sofa, and matching chair with a coffee table. A gray cat with a white underbelly and boots sleeps on the sofa. There is a desk with a computer and a bookcase against a wall. A jian, a Chinese sword, hangs on the wall near the desk. Against another wall is an entertainment center which includes a television, CD player, Blu-ray/DVD player, a Playstation 3 and a Wii.::
“However, I would be lying if I did not confess to a desire to kick your head off Aubrey. I never look beyond one match for the next. I wrestle one match at a time and focus on that. Yet, I find myself driven to get through the first round to the second round and maybe, if I may be so bold, the finals if it means a chance to get into the ring with you Aubrey.”
“Nick Watson, let me assure you that just because I am looking towards Aubrey Parker in a possible future, that does not mean I am forgetting to see the actual future in front of me. I am not overlooking Donald Deruty or Roy Speede. They are in the here and now, soon to be the present.”
“I really cannot overlook someone like you Roy Speede. You seem to be a well rounded wrestler, a nice mix of mat wrestling ability and some aerial offense. Something like that gives you a lot of options. However, I find your skills as a tag team wrestler a little more concerning than your skills.”
::She stops walking, looking like she said something that could be taken rudely or as an offensive comment, blushing a bit.::
“Not that I underestimating your wrestling ability. Obviously you have formidable skills, otherwise, you would not be here. But, you are a multiple-time Tag Team Champion in various wrestling companies. That has to give you some form an edge in this match. I mean, you clearly know what you are doing in a tag team environment. I have wrestled a few tag team matches here and there, obviously never been a Tag Team Champion, or a champion of any kind for that matter, but that is not important at the moment. So really, you are not someone to overlook and I have not.”
::Amy enters her kitchen/dining room. There is a booth-like table sitting against the wall. On the table is a napkin holder and salt & pepper shakers. A newspaper is folded on the table. A refrigerator rests against the wall, next to an oven and counter, where a microwave is seated. There are cabinets above the counter. In the center of the kitchen is another counter with a sink and dishwasher built into it. Next to that is a trash barrel and a three recycling bins, each is labeled with “paper”, “plastic”, and “cans”.::
::Amy opens the fridge and looks around for something. She takes out a small 8 oz bottle of Poland Springs and closes the door. Opening the cap, she leans her head back and drinks the bottle. She moves to the counter, leaning on it a little. Setting the bottle down, .but still holding it, she looks towards the window.::
“I am not overlooking you Donald Deruty. Facing you seems weird, like I am stepping in the ring with myself in a lot of ways. That would be interesting though, facing off against myself in the ring. Not sure how that would happen outside cloning, but then again, that seems overly complicated and probably impossible in my lifetime. Maybe some sort of video game, I really have no idea. Would definitely be something to see.”
::She turns so her back is towards the counter. She leans against it, holding the bottle and passing it back and forth between her hands. She looks like she is thinking, visualizing that match. She laughs to herself at the thought. Shaking her head, she returns her attention to the topic at hand.::
“Anyway, as I said Donald Deruty, we are somewhat similar. Both of us tend to take risks and neither one of us will give up. I respect that. I accept that I will not win every match, but I will only truly lose if I quit. I think you understand that. You and I stepping into the ring against each other will be interesting to see. That will just be a fast paced, test of wills sort of thing. Something like that I could see coming down to just that one mistake or that one lucky shot. Really actually looking forward to it.”
::The smile on the face of “the Hong Kong Sensation” is one of eager anticipation. She is clearly excited about the upcoming match at Meltdown. She smiles as she tosses out the bottle into the plastic recycling bin next to the trash barrel.::
“The two of you, Donald Deruty and Roy Speede, will be in no way be easy to beat. Nick Watson and I have never teamed. You two have. More than that, you two have been rivals before, feuding intensely. That does give you a bit of an edge as you two know exactly what each other is capable of, having experienced it firsthand. Nick Watson and I are not entirely sure of what the other can do. I have only seen one match of each other. I was unable to really showcase what I can do in the battle royal, not that I did not try, it is just a difficult environment to showcase my ability. Again, I have only seen one Nick Watson match. I have a slight idea of his ability, but I do not know if he saw either of mine or even knows what I can do.”
::Amy stops walking and stops herself before she can start rambling. She enters the living room and moves to the sword, taking it off the wall. She takes a seat on the floor, sliding into a cross-legged position. She lays the jian across her lap, her hands resting on the sword.::
“Nick Watson, you and I were randomly teamed by new Meltdown General Manager Alexander Duvall . I cannot help but thinking we got rather lucky with that. I mean either of us could have been teamed with a person who disliked us or we had some issue with as often seems to happen in these sort of things. You are an accomplished wrestler. I am both excited and honored to be teaming with you”
::She takes a breath, trying to focus.::
“I have no interest in bickering about who leads this team or if it needs a catchy name made from something we have said or our nicknames or such things like that. I really do not care about the politics or any of that bullocks. What I care about is us being on the same page. I would really like to win, not just because it may lead to me having a chance to kick Aubrey Parker’s head off, but because I would love to get an opportunity at the APW Tag Team Championships and I am sure you would as well.”
“Nick Watson, I will not promise a win. All I will promise is that I will give you the best I have and that I will try and show you, Roy Speede and Donald Deruty why I am simply Amy Zing and why I think we can be simply sensational.”
::Amy smiles a bit, then takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, centering herself. She begins meditating, trying to keep herself calm and focused on the upcoming match.::
“It may be a little arrogant, but I think it would be safe to say that all the eyes of the APW will be on Meltdown this Monday night, specifically in regards to the tag team tournament.”
::The woman nicknamed “The Hong Kong Sensation” is casually dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that doesn‘t show off too much. She is seated on the bed, with her legs crossed in a meditative pose. She breaths in and out slowly, clearly trying to center herself.::
“As a Buddhist, I am taught that desire leads to suffering. That if you spend your time pursuing material wealth or really any desire, it will cause only suffering. It is kind of ironic that the thing I desire most is someone’s suffering.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” falls on her back, looking up and the ceiling. She sighs and pulls herself into a seated position. Her voice sounds unusually angry as she begins to speak. Whatever issues she has with the subject she is going on about are clearly not over at all.::
“People are probably expecting me to comment on what I said about you Aubrey J Parker, or what you said about me or some such thing. That is not going to happen. I could go on and on about you until I was blue in the face. I could challenge you to match after match after match, but I know it would just be a waste of my time and my breath, because I know you will never accept any challenge I resulting in a match where you have to face me alone. I could call you out to the ring to talk and you would refuse. I have no idea why. I would venture to say that it is you are scared of me because I knocked you out once after I refereed a match of yours. I apologized for my actions that night, but you did have it coming. Some odd reason though, you are brave enough to trash talk me, but not brave enough to face me in the ring. You can claim I am jealous of you, but I see nothing in your to be jealous of. Unlike you, I am not the type to take a cheap shot or strike only when I feel I have an advantage. I will rise through hard work, dedication and confidence in the confidence my fans and I have in my ability. I was willing to let bygones be bygones and see if we would eventually face each other and accept it if we did not. However, you opened your mouth, and now I find myself wanting to shove my foot down your throat.”
::Closing her eyes, Amy manages to stop herself mid-ramble. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to calm herself down. She slides off the bed and slips on her slippers. She starts walking to the door.::
“Perhaps in this tournament, I can settle something with you Aubrey. You, however, are not the only reason I entered this tournament. No, I entered for the challenge. I entered to try something new and see how well I could do. I entered to face some of the best the APW has to offer and try to become number one contender for the Tag Team Championships and maybe even win the titles.”
::It is a nice day outside Amy Zing’s apartment. The living room connects with her bedroom down a small hall. The wall is lined with more photos. The living room is nice, with a light blue sofa, and matching chair with a coffee table. A gray cat with a white underbelly and boots sleeps on the sofa. There is a desk with a computer and a bookcase against a wall. A jian, a Chinese sword, hangs on the wall near the desk. Against another wall is an entertainment center which includes a television, CD player, Blu-ray/DVD player, a Playstation 3 and a Wii.::
“However, I would be lying if I did not confess to a desire to kick your head off Aubrey. I never look beyond one match for the next. I wrestle one match at a time and focus on that. Yet, I find myself driven to get through the first round to the second round and maybe, if I may be so bold, the finals if it means a chance to get into the ring with you Aubrey.”
“Nick Watson, let me assure you that just because I am looking towards Aubrey Parker in a possible future, that does not mean I am forgetting to see the actual future in front of me. I am not overlooking Donald Deruty or Roy Speede. They are in the here and now, soon to be the present.”
“I really cannot overlook someone like you Roy Speede. You seem to be a well rounded wrestler, a nice mix of mat wrestling ability and some aerial offense. Something like that gives you a lot of options. However, I find your skills as a tag team wrestler a little more concerning than your skills.”
::She stops walking, looking like she said something that could be taken rudely or as an offensive comment, blushing a bit.::
“Not that I underestimating your wrestling ability. Obviously you have formidable skills, otherwise, you would not be here. But, you are a multiple-time Tag Team Champion in various wrestling companies. That has to give you some form an edge in this match. I mean, you clearly know what you are doing in a tag team environment. I have wrestled a few tag team matches here and there, obviously never been a Tag Team Champion, or a champion of any kind for that matter, but that is not important at the moment. So really, you are not someone to overlook and I have not.”
::Amy enters her kitchen/dining room. There is a booth-like table sitting against the wall. On the table is a napkin holder and salt & pepper shakers. A newspaper is folded on the table. A refrigerator rests against the wall, next to an oven and counter, where a microwave is seated. There are cabinets above the counter. In the center of the kitchen is another counter with a sink and dishwasher built into it. Next to that is a trash barrel and a three recycling bins, each is labeled with “paper”, “plastic”, and “cans”.::
::Amy opens the fridge and looks around for something. She takes out a small 8 oz bottle of Poland Springs and closes the door. Opening the cap, she leans her head back and drinks the bottle. She moves to the counter, leaning on it a little. Setting the bottle down, .but still holding it, she looks towards the window.::
“I am not overlooking you Donald Deruty. Facing you seems weird, like I am stepping in the ring with myself in a lot of ways. That would be interesting though, facing off against myself in the ring. Not sure how that would happen outside cloning, but then again, that seems overly complicated and probably impossible in my lifetime. Maybe some sort of video game, I really have no idea. Would definitely be something to see.”
::She turns so her back is towards the counter. She leans against it, holding the bottle and passing it back and forth between her hands. She looks like she is thinking, visualizing that match. She laughs to herself at the thought. Shaking her head, she returns her attention to the topic at hand.::
“Anyway, as I said Donald Deruty, we are somewhat similar. Both of us tend to take risks and neither one of us will give up. I respect that. I accept that I will not win every match, but I will only truly lose if I quit. I think you understand that. You and I stepping into the ring against each other will be interesting to see. That will just be a fast paced, test of wills sort of thing. Something like that I could see coming down to just that one mistake or that one lucky shot. Really actually looking forward to it.”
::The smile on the face of “the Hong Kong Sensation” is one of eager anticipation. She is clearly excited about the upcoming match at Meltdown. She smiles as she tosses out the bottle into the plastic recycling bin next to the trash barrel.::
“The two of you, Donald Deruty and Roy Speede, will be in no way be easy to beat. Nick Watson and I have never teamed. You two have. More than that, you two have been rivals before, feuding intensely. That does give you a bit of an edge as you two know exactly what each other is capable of, having experienced it firsthand. Nick Watson and I are not entirely sure of what the other can do. I have only seen one match of each other. I was unable to really showcase what I can do in the battle royal, not that I did not try, it is just a difficult environment to showcase my ability. Again, I have only seen one Nick Watson match. I have a slight idea of his ability, but I do not know if he saw either of mine or even knows what I can do.”
::Amy stops walking and stops herself before she can start rambling. She enters the living room and moves to the sword, taking it off the wall. She takes a seat on the floor, sliding into a cross-legged position. She lays the jian across her lap, her hands resting on the sword.::
“Nick Watson, you and I were randomly teamed by new Meltdown General Manager Alexander Duvall . I cannot help but thinking we got rather lucky with that. I mean either of us could have been teamed with a person who disliked us or we had some issue with as often seems to happen in these sort of things. You are an accomplished wrestler. I am both excited and honored to be teaming with you”
::She takes a breath, trying to focus.::
“I have no interest in bickering about who leads this team or if it needs a catchy name made from something we have said or our nicknames or such things like that. I really do not care about the politics or any of that bullocks. What I care about is us being on the same page. I would really like to win, not just because it may lead to me having a chance to kick Aubrey Parker’s head off, but because I would love to get an opportunity at the APW Tag Team Championships and I am sure you would as well.”
“Nick Watson, I will not promise a win. All I will promise is that I will give you the best I have and that I will try and show you, Roy Speede and Donald Deruty why I am simply Amy Zing and why I think we can be simply sensational.”
::Amy smiles a bit, then takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, centering herself. She begins meditating, trying to keep herself calm and focused on the upcoming match.::
