Post by amyzing on Nov 24, 2012 15:59:05 GMT -4
::Somewhat sort of between Salem, Massachusetts and Albany, New York, Meltdown’s previous and next home, is Manchester, New Hampshire. Seated a few miles from the highway off ramp is a ovular shaped building known as the Verizon Wireless Arena. It is the site of the APW’s latest house show. The building is a small arena, capable of fitting around 10,000 people. The east, north and south sides are completely glass proving a view of the city skyline, as well as a view inside. The west side is made of brick. Columns line the building’s front entrance. Atop the arena is its blue dome roof, designed to let heavy snowfall slide off. The whole building could easily fit inside a larger capacity arena like the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts or New York City‘s Madison Square Garden and still leave room.::
::The interior of the arena is low, which does not really allow for the use of pyrotechnics. The interior is oval shaped. Low seats line the floor with a balcony above, where a larger arena would have the lodge section. The seats are filled with fans awaiting the action to start.::
::“Wait Your Turn” by Rihanna begins to play. From behind the curtain comes Amy Zing. The crowd gives her a mixed reaction, but there is still a lot of support. “The Hong Kong Sensation” is not dressed to compete, but instead in a pair of denim jeans, an APW Christmas Chaos t-shirt, an unzipped black leather jacket and a pair of black Nike Air sneakers. Her hair is in a ponytail. She runs to both ends of the entry way and throws her arm up, them repeats at the other end. She stands in the middle of entry way and bends down, touching her toes. Rising up, she spreads her arms outward to the crowd and then brings her hands together, index fingers touching.::
::Lowering her arms, Amy walks towards the ring. She slaps hands with several of the fans along the way before climbing into the ring. Walking over to an attendant, Amy calls for a mic. She moves to the center of the ring. The mixed reaction from the crowd continues.::
“I will not deny that I have not earned that reaction.”
::Amy lowers her head and sighs, acknowledging her actions at Meltdown would meet with disapproval from her fans, and definitely from fans of Aubrey J. Parker, her opponent at Meltdown.::
“I suppose the proper thing to do would be to apologize for my actions on Meltdown as they were rather unsportsmanlike and uncharacteristic of me. Therefore, I apologize to all my fans and supporters, Meltdown General Manager Alexander Duvall, the new North American Champion Logan Alexander, and everyone who was watching Meltdown. I am sorry.”
::She scans the crowd, looking over the assembled fans. She turns to the entrance way, pointing to the back.::
“However, Aubrey Parker, if you waiting for my apology, then you are . Aubrey, I owe you nothing except for a long overdo attempt at kicking your head off. This is something you brought down on yourself and you bloody well know it Aubrey.”
::This statement brings a mixed reaction from the fans. Some of them are supporting Amy, while some are not. A few hold up signs that, most of which have nothing to do with Amy, Parker or anything APW related.::
“This was not just some random act of violence or you being picked on Aubrey. This was not some unjustified grudge. This is about you and I finally settling all the issues the two of us have that you felt compelled to bring up. This is about me getting at least one last chance to kick you damn head off and finally shut you the bloody hell up!”
::There is an explosive mixed reaction from the fans gathered inside the Verizon Wireless Arena. Amy waits for the crowd to die down, trying to calm herself down and focus.::
“I signed my APW contract almost a week before One Night In Hell and was on a plane to Tokyo, Japan the next day. I walked into the locker room and saw you. I hadn’t really thought about you for a year. I only found out you were in APW after I joined and despite our history I had no intentions of targeting you or such. No, I was comfortable with waiting for us to maybe have a match somewhere down the road if it was to happen. I was over all of it and was more than willing to give you a second chance because I felt that you and I had really gotten off on the wrong foot, no pun intended, although our issues started with kicking you in the head due to your bullying me. I waved Aubrey. You smirked and gave me that condescending, arrogant look you have always given me and everyone you think is beneath you, which is everyone. The following Meltdown, you made it a point to mock me in your celebratory speech on. However, both you and I know you never had any intention of actually stepping into the ring with me. All you did Aubrey, was prove to me that you are still the same arrogant bitch you were back when we first met. You will have to excuse me for not wanting to deal with your passive aggressive mocking of me again. You can’t really play the victim here Aubrey. I have little doubt were the roles reversed, you would done the same thing by attacking me. The only difference would be that your attack would not have had provocation. I wouldn’t have wasted the breath on mocking you as I celebrate a championship victory.”
::Amy pauses and closes her eyes to stop herself from rambling on. Opening her eyes, she looks over the fans in attendance.::
“You can claim I am jealous of you Aubrey, but I have no reason to be jealous. Yes Aubrey, you are an accomplished wrestler and you have held championships. I will admit that I hope to accomplish more than Playboy cover girl, but I am not in this for the glory. I do this because in my heart, I am still as much a fan as I was when I was a child. I do this for all these people.”
::Amy lowers the mic and points to the crowd. She moves her finger across the crowd, drawing their cheers. Completing the circle, or as close to a circle as she can, Amy lifts the mic back up.::
“The people who cheer me through every match. The people who stand by me regardless of whether I win or lose. The people I give everything I have every single night I step into the ring. I do this as much for them as I do myself because I love my fans!”
::The crowd has not died down as Amy addresses them. “The Hong Kong Sensation” smiles as she waits for them to die down. After a moment, they quiet down enough for her to speak.::
“This has nothing to do with respect, because I respect you even less than you respect yourself. Why else Aubrey would keep allying yourself with people who really do not seem to care about you, or even respect you?”
::A few fans jeer her, some cheer.::
“Look at some of them, people like Evan Harrison, or Evan Envi as he is called now, and Kyle Travis.”
::There is an explosion of boos and jeering for the name of Evan Envi and an even larger explosion for Kyle Travis by those who know the name.::
“You and Evan came here and he immediately dumped you. He obviously didn’t care about you or even respect you. You probably should have realized that back in the ACW while he had teamed with AC Smith. I don’t recall a week where Smith did not ridicule, mock or otherwise humiliate you rather publicly or to your face during the run of that tag team. Then there was Kyle Travis, a man would honestly could take Stephan Raab’s most hated title simply by entering the building. The man quite honestly was one of the most ruthless bastards I have ever seen work. You think he respected you, let alone liked you? Aubrey, you and I both know the second he felt you were no longer useful, he would have ended that partnership as violently as possible without mercy, regret or a second though. Can‘t imagine he respected you at all.”
::Amy walks around the ring a little.::
“People are not warning Logan Alexander about you because everyone is secretly plotting against M&M or you. No, they are warning Logan Alexander because you are not really all that difficult to figure out. We are all simply waiting for you to turn on him and move on to the next person you will hitch your wagon to in an effort to rise to the top. Yes, I was friends with Dahlia while she was ACW Women‘s Champion, but I never once asked her for a title shot, because I wanted to earn it. I don’t need to latch on to people who I think I can benefit from. When I finally make it, I will do it on my own, you know, unless I’m in a tag team. You get the point.”
::This time, Amy managed to stop herself before she just begins rambling like she usually does.::
“It is no secret Aubrey that you and I are not particularly fond of each other. To be accurate, I think it would be safer to say we really do not like each other. Honestly, I don’t have a single bit of use for you. But, let’s not pretend this is about jealousy or respect or similar concepts. We both know that is complete bullocks. This all comes down to the simple fact that you cannot get over the night I humiliated you and kicked you in the head over a year ago.”
::Amy turns her gaze back to the entrance way and shakes her head as if disappointed. She then looks over the fans again, as if explain that statement.::
“It was February 27th, 2011, the Scott Trade Center in St. Louis Missouri at ACW’s Shattered Dreams pay-per-view. The match was you, Aubrey J. Parker versus a newcomer named Dierdre, and for some strange reason, which made no sense to me then and still makes no sense now, I was the guest referee. It was the first time I had refereed, at all, in my entire life. I called that match right down the middle as they say. Throughout that entire match, you continually questioned my officiating and yelled at me about my counts and my calls. You won the match. I raised your arm in victory after I counted the three. It still was not good enough. You still felt the need to yell at me about it. You felt the need to demand that I raise your arm again and again and again. When I refused, you shoved me. I admit I lost my temper and then hit you in the head with a roundhouse kick. Not exactly something I intended to do when I was told I was refereeing you match. We had never really had any interaction prior to that night. I mean, yes, we had seen each other in the locker room or at catering or on tour busses. But we had never really spoken or interacted. Yet for some odd reason, you felt need to develop an issue with me during that match. I apologized afterwards. I admitted that I had overreacted to the situation. But it was like that one act became some sort of unforgivable slight I had committed against you. We had a match after, which, granted ended without a winner due to outside interference but you never seemed eager to have another after that. It really struck me as odd we never had another one-on-one after that considering your attitude towards me. Honestly, I was under the impression that you also considered our issues and rivalry, such as it was, settled due to you having a few tag team victories over me. Apparently, I was mistaken. I really don’t understand.”
::Amy stops and pauses, realizing that she is just starting to ramble. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.::
“After our final match, Aubrey, I made challenges to face you one-on-one. You refused each challenge I issued. I never really understood why. Yes, we faced each other in the ring in a triple threat and a few tag team matches, but never another one-on-one match. I for the life of me cannot understand why you would refuse my challenges. I mean, had you not acted like I was beneath you or unworthy to face you or even that I was somehow an easy victory?”
::Amy looks towards the entrance way, as if she is trying to picture Aubrey Parker watching or able to hear her.::
“Well well if I were to be such an easy victory, than why were you so unwilling to step into the ring with me until now Aubrey? Only if it is a tag match, have you been willign to face me and you won those as I recall. Meltdown was the second time that my actions indirectly cost you a championship. The first time it happened, you let slide, because, I assume, you were busier trying to regain the title than gain payback. This time however, Aubrey, you have no choice but to step into the ring with me. To do otherwise would prove how much of a cowardly bitch you truly are. It would prove that despite everything you had said, you were all talk and no action. This time Aubrey, you are not getting out of it. The time to settle this, to back up everything we’ve said with action is now, because after Meltdown, we may not have another chance.”
::Inhaling slowly, Amy exhales just as slowly to calm herself again.::
“Aubrey, a few days ago, November 20th to be exact, you were drafted from Meltdown to Asylum. I confess that I find I am somewhat conflicted by this.”
::Amy holds out her free hand, holding it out away from her and looks at it as she paces around the ring.::
“On one hand, you will not be on Meltdown anymore. Personally, I rather like the idea of you leaving Meltdown. It means that I no longer have to deal with your attitude unless you show up for a tag team match or we are in the same pay-per-view match or I get drafted to Asylum and for some reason you feel the need to mock and insult me again. I do not need your attitude or your baggage in my life anymore. It has a negative influence on me and I like being positive, upbeat and friendly, unlike you.”
::Amy moves her free hand closer towards her.::
“On the other hand Aubrey, this may be the only chance you and I get to settle our issues. This really seems to be the last opportunity I will have to kick your ass. I fully intent to make the most of this last opportunity. The first time we faced Aubrey, we wrestled because you felt you deserved payback for my kicking you in the head. That holds true again I too have a score to settle, with you. Payback, as they say Aubrey, is a bitch. Sort of like you really.”
::Amy lowers her hand and looks over the crowd. She waits a bit for the noise to die down, as she paces around the ring.::
“I am walking into Meltdown expecting a fight Aubrey. There will be no running away or trying to avoid this match for another year. After over a year, this match is finally happening and this time there WILL be a winner. Whatever issues you and I have, we leave them in that ring. You started it Aubrey, at Meltdown, I fully intent to end it. Win, lose, or draw, this ends in Albany. I plan to drop some weight from my life. The same amount of weight equal to what you weigh Aubrey.”
“Ordinarily, this is where I would say my catchphrase, but not this time. Our match has absolutely nothing to do with me trying show you or trying prove something to you Aubrey. This is about me and you and my attempt to kick your ass. Usually I would wish my opponent luck in our upcoming match. Not this time. Not against you Aubrey.”
::Amy turns back towards the entrance way, as if expecting Aubrey Parker to show up or maybe just visualizing her somewhere in the back of the arena.::
“People say I am too nice. They say I lack aggression and that I can’t trash talk. At Meltdown, there will be no more Ms. Nice Girl. I am going to show you exactly how aggressive I can be you arrogant, vain, conceited, miserable, condescending, cowardly bitch of a skank! In Albany, New York, at Meltdown, this phoenix may crash and burn, but Aubrey, if this phoenix does indeed crash and burn, then you can bloody damn well be she will do everything in her power to make certain you crash and burn with her!”
::Amy steps over to the attendant and slides the microphone towards him. She heads towards the ropes as “Wait Your Turn” by Rihanna replays. Walking to the back, Amy slaps hands with a few fans. She stops at the top of the entry way and turns back to the crowd. “The Hong Kong Sensation” bends over, touching her toes, then stands back up, spreading her arms out and pointing to the crowd. She brings her hands together. With that, lowers her left arm and waves with her right as she steps into the back.::
::The interior of the arena is low, which does not really allow for the use of pyrotechnics. The interior is oval shaped. Low seats line the floor with a balcony above, where a larger arena would have the lodge section. The seats are filled with fans awaiting the action to start.::
::“Wait Your Turn” by Rihanna begins to play. From behind the curtain comes Amy Zing. The crowd gives her a mixed reaction, but there is still a lot of support. “The Hong Kong Sensation” is not dressed to compete, but instead in a pair of denim jeans, an APW Christmas Chaos t-shirt, an unzipped black leather jacket and a pair of black Nike Air sneakers. Her hair is in a ponytail. She runs to both ends of the entry way and throws her arm up, them repeats at the other end. She stands in the middle of entry way and bends down, touching her toes. Rising up, she spreads her arms outward to the crowd and then brings her hands together, index fingers touching.::
::Lowering her arms, Amy walks towards the ring. She slaps hands with several of the fans along the way before climbing into the ring. Walking over to an attendant, Amy calls for a mic. She moves to the center of the ring. The mixed reaction from the crowd continues.::
“I will not deny that I have not earned that reaction.”
::Amy lowers her head and sighs, acknowledging her actions at Meltdown would meet with disapproval from her fans, and definitely from fans of Aubrey J. Parker, her opponent at Meltdown.::
“I suppose the proper thing to do would be to apologize for my actions on Meltdown as they were rather unsportsmanlike and uncharacteristic of me. Therefore, I apologize to all my fans and supporters, Meltdown General Manager Alexander Duvall, the new North American Champion Logan Alexander, and everyone who was watching Meltdown. I am sorry.”
::She scans the crowd, looking over the assembled fans. She turns to the entrance way, pointing to the back.::
“However, Aubrey Parker, if you waiting for my apology, then you are . Aubrey, I owe you nothing except for a long overdo attempt at kicking your head off. This is something you brought down on yourself and you bloody well know it Aubrey.”
::This statement brings a mixed reaction from the fans. Some of them are supporting Amy, while some are not. A few hold up signs that, most of which have nothing to do with Amy, Parker or anything APW related.::
“This was not just some random act of violence or you being picked on Aubrey. This was not some unjustified grudge. This is about you and I finally settling all the issues the two of us have that you felt compelled to bring up. This is about me getting at least one last chance to kick you damn head off and finally shut you the bloody hell up!”
::There is an explosive mixed reaction from the fans gathered inside the Verizon Wireless Arena. Amy waits for the crowd to die down, trying to calm herself down and focus.::
“I signed my APW contract almost a week before One Night In Hell and was on a plane to Tokyo, Japan the next day. I walked into the locker room and saw you. I hadn’t really thought about you for a year. I only found out you were in APW after I joined and despite our history I had no intentions of targeting you or such. No, I was comfortable with waiting for us to maybe have a match somewhere down the road if it was to happen. I was over all of it and was more than willing to give you a second chance because I felt that you and I had really gotten off on the wrong foot, no pun intended, although our issues started with kicking you in the head due to your bullying me. I waved Aubrey. You smirked and gave me that condescending, arrogant look you have always given me and everyone you think is beneath you, which is everyone. The following Meltdown, you made it a point to mock me in your celebratory speech on. However, both you and I know you never had any intention of actually stepping into the ring with me. All you did Aubrey, was prove to me that you are still the same arrogant bitch you were back when we first met. You will have to excuse me for not wanting to deal with your passive aggressive mocking of me again. You can’t really play the victim here Aubrey. I have little doubt were the roles reversed, you would done the same thing by attacking me. The only difference would be that your attack would not have had provocation. I wouldn’t have wasted the breath on mocking you as I celebrate a championship victory.”
::Amy pauses and closes her eyes to stop herself from rambling on. Opening her eyes, she looks over the fans in attendance.::
“You can claim I am jealous of you Aubrey, but I have no reason to be jealous. Yes Aubrey, you are an accomplished wrestler and you have held championships. I will admit that I hope to accomplish more than Playboy cover girl, but I am not in this for the glory. I do this because in my heart, I am still as much a fan as I was when I was a child. I do this for all these people.”
::Amy lowers the mic and points to the crowd. She moves her finger across the crowd, drawing their cheers. Completing the circle, or as close to a circle as she can, Amy lifts the mic back up.::
“The people who cheer me through every match. The people who stand by me regardless of whether I win or lose. The people I give everything I have every single night I step into the ring. I do this as much for them as I do myself because I love my fans!”
::The crowd has not died down as Amy addresses them. “The Hong Kong Sensation” smiles as she waits for them to die down. After a moment, they quiet down enough for her to speak.::
“This has nothing to do with respect, because I respect you even less than you respect yourself. Why else Aubrey would keep allying yourself with people who really do not seem to care about you, or even respect you?”
::A few fans jeer her, some cheer.::
“Look at some of them, people like Evan Harrison, or Evan Envi as he is called now, and Kyle Travis.”
::There is an explosion of boos and jeering for the name of Evan Envi and an even larger explosion for Kyle Travis by those who know the name.::
“You and Evan came here and he immediately dumped you. He obviously didn’t care about you or even respect you. You probably should have realized that back in the ACW while he had teamed with AC Smith. I don’t recall a week where Smith did not ridicule, mock or otherwise humiliate you rather publicly or to your face during the run of that tag team. Then there was Kyle Travis, a man would honestly could take Stephan Raab’s most hated title simply by entering the building. The man quite honestly was one of the most ruthless bastards I have ever seen work. You think he respected you, let alone liked you? Aubrey, you and I both know the second he felt you were no longer useful, he would have ended that partnership as violently as possible without mercy, regret or a second though. Can‘t imagine he respected you at all.”
::Amy walks around the ring a little.::
“People are not warning Logan Alexander about you because everyone is secretly plotting against M&M or you. No, they are warning Logan Alexander because you are not really all that difficult to figure out. We are all simply waiting for you to turn on him and move on to the next person you will hitch your wagon to in an effort to rise to the top. Yes, I was friends with Dahlia while she was ACW Women‘s Champion, but I never once asked her for a title shot, because I wanted to earn it. I don’t need to latch on to people who I think I can benefit from. When I finally make it, I will do it on my own, you know, unless I’m in a tag team. You get the point.”
::This time, Amy managed to stop herself before she just begins rambling like she usually does.::
“It is no secret Aubrey that you and I are not particularly fond of each other. To be accurate, I think it would be safer to say we really do not like each other. Honestly, I don’t have a single bit of use for you. But, let’s not pretend this is about jealousy or respect or similar concepts. We both know that is complete bullocks. This all comes down to the simple fact that you cannot get over the night I humiliated you and kicked you in the head over a year ago.”
::Amy turns her gaze back to the entrance way and shakes her head as if disappointed. She then looks over the fans again, as if explain that statement.::
“It was February 27th, 2011, the Scott Trade Center in St. Louis Missouri at ACW’s Shattered Dreams pay-per-view. The match was you, Aubrey J. Parker versus a newcomer named Dierdre, and for some strange reason, which made no sense to me then and still makes no sense now, I was the guest referee. It was the first time I had refereed, at all, in my entire life. I called that match right down the middle as they say. Throughout that entire match, you continually questioned my officiating and yelled at me about my counts and my calls. You won the match. I raised your arm in victory after I counted the three. It still was not good enough. You still felt the need to yell at me about it. You felt the need to demand that I raise your arm again and again and again. When I refused, you shoved me. I admit I lost my temper and then hit you in the head with a roundhouse kick. Not exactly something I intended to do when I was told I was refereeing you match. We had never really had any interaction prior to that night. I mean, yes, we had seen each other in the locker room or at catering or on tour busses. But we had never really spoken or interacted. Yet for some odd reason, you felt need to develop an issue with me during that match. I apologized afterwards. I admitted that I had overreacted to the situation. But it was like that one act became some sort of unforgivable slight I had committed against you. We had a match after, which, granted ended without a winner due to outside interference but you never seemed eager to have another after that. It really struck me as odd we never had another one-on-one after that considering your attitude towards me. Honestly, I was under the impression that you also considered our issues and rivalry, such as it was, settled due to you having a few tag team victories over me. Apparently, I was mistaken. I really don’t understand.”
::Amy stops and pauses, realizing that she is just starting to ramble. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.::
“After our final match, Aubrey, I made challenges to face you one-on-one. You refused each challenge I issued. I never really understood why. Yes, we faced each other in the ring in a triple threat and a few tag team matches, but never another one-on-one match. I for the life of me cannot understand why you would refuse my challenges. I mean, had you not acted like I was beneath you or unworthy to face you or even that I was somehow an easy victory?”
::Amy looks towards the entrance way, as if she is trying to picture Aubrey Parker watching or able to hear her.::
“Well well if I were to be such an easy victory, than why were you so unwilling to step into the ring with me until now Aubrey? Only if it is a tag match, have you been willign to face me and you won those as I recall. Meltdown was the second time that my actions indirectly cost you a championship. The first time it happened, you let slide, because, I assume, you were busier trying to regain the title than gain payback. This time however, Aubrey, you have no choice but to step into the ring with me. To do otherwise would prove how much of a cowardly bitch you truly are. It would prove that despite everything you had said, you were all talk and no action. This time Aubrey, you are not getting out of it. The time to settle this, to back up everything we’ve said with action is now, because after Meltdown, we may not have another chance.”
::Inhaling slowly, Amy exhales just as slowly to calm herself again.::
“Aubrey, a few days ago, November 20th to be exact, you were drafted from Meltdown to Asylum. I confess that I find I am somewhat conflicted by this.”
::Amy holds out her free hand, holding it out away from her and looks at it as she paces around the ring.::
“On one hand, you will not be on Meltdown anymore. Personally, I rather like the idea of you leaving Meltdown. It means that I no longer have to deal with your attitude unless you show up for a tag team match or we are in the same pay-per-view match or I get drafted to Asylum and for some reason you feel the need to mock and insult me again. I do not need your attitude or your baggage in my life anymore. It has a negative influence on me and I like being positive, upbeat and friendly, unlike you.”
::Amy moves her free hand closer towards her.::
“On the other hand Aubrey, this may be the only chance you and I get to settle our issues. This really seems to be the last opportunity I will have to kick your ass. I fully intent to make the most of this last opportunity. The first time we faced Aubrey, we wrestled because you felt you deserved payback for my kicking you in the head. That holds true again I too have a score to settle, with you. Payback, as they say Aubrey, is a bitch. Sort of like you really.”
::Amy lowers her hand and looks over the crowd. She waits a bit for the noise to die down, as she paces around the ring.::
“I am walking into Meltdown expecting a fight Aubrey. There will be no running away or trying to avoid this match for another year. After over a year, this match is finally happening and this time there WILL be a winner. Whatever issues you and I have, we leave them in that ring. You started it Aubrey, at Meltdown, I fully intent to end it. Win, lose, or draw, this ends in Albany. I plan to drop some weight from my life. The same amount of weight equal to what you weigh Aubrey.”
“Ordinarily, this is where I would say my catchphrase, but not this time. Our match has absolutely nothing to do with me trying show you or trying prove something to you Aubrey. This is about me and you and my attempt to kick your ass. Usually I would wish my opponent luck in our upcoming match. Not this time. Not against you Aubrey.”
::Amy turns back towards the entrance way, as if expecting Aubrey Parker to show up or maybe just visualizing her somewhere in the back of the arena.::
“People say I am too nice. They say I lack aggression and that I can’t trash talk. At Meltdown, there will be no more Ms. Nice Girl. I am going to show you exactly how aggressive I can be you arrogant, vain, conceited, miserable, condescending, cowardly bitch of a skank! In Albany, New York, at Meltdown, this phoenix may crash and burn, but Aubrey, if this phoenix does indeed crash and burn, then you can bloody damn well be she will do everything in her power to make certain you crash and burn with her!”
::Amy steps over to the attendant and slides the microphone towards him. She heads towards the ropes as “Wait Your Turn” by Rihanna replays. Walking to the back, Amy slaps hands with a few fans. She stops at the top of the entry way and turns back to the crowd. “The Hong Kong Sensation” bends over, touching her toes, then stands back up, spreading her arms out and pointing to the crowd. She brings her hands together. With that, lowers her left arm and waves with her right as she steps into the back.::
