Post by amyzing on Dec 9, 2012 13:04:17 GMT -4
::In the parking area of the XL Center in Hartford Connecticut,, Amy Zing opens the door and heads to her rental car. With her night over, “the Hong Kong Sensation” now wears a pair of sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair is undone, hanging down over her back and shoulders. Her gym bag is slung over he shoulder.::
::As she pulls the keys from her pocket and unlocks the driver’s door, Amy is approached by Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm.::
Hannah Storm “Excuse me Amy Zing.”
::Amy tosses her gym bag into the car and pushes it onto the passenger seat. She stands up and turns to the interviewer.::
Hannah Storm: “Amy Zing, tonight, due to the outside interference of Logan Alexander, you lost the fatal fourway main event. But Alexander Duvall is giving you a second chance to get into the fatal fourway as well as the match you wanted with Logan Alexander. What are your thoughts? Comments?”
::Amy sighs and runs her hand through her long hair, looking off to the side a bit. She then looks towards the interviewer.
Amy Zing: “This is not how I wanted to get the match Hannah. No, I wanted Logan Alexander to step up and accept my challenge. I am just very disappointed. It’s hard learning the faults and failings of one‘s idols or someone one admired. The strange thing is, I am not even upset he interfered in my match. He was going for retaliating on Kaylyn for her earlier attack. I understand why he interfered, and I admit, he had every right to try and get a shot in at Kaylyn. I wish his timing and aim had been better though. It was never about the championship. Do I want to win a title? Yes, everyone here does. But it was more about challenge myself against someone I had considered one of the best I had ever seen. I am really just very disappointed in him right now.”
::Hannah looks like she has a follow up question, but Amy holds up her hand and shakes her head signaling she does not want to answer anymore questions. She slides into her car.::
Amy Zing: “I’ll see you around.”
::Closing the door, Amy starts the car. Hannah Storm moves out of the way as Amy Zing backs out of her parking space and drives off.::
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::The roof of the apartment building in San Francisco, California, is flat, with a small garden area and small shed for tools, a grill, a table with an umbrella and chairs, some lawn furniture and a clothesline as well as a satellite dish and air condition/heating unit for the building up there. There is another structure that looks like a shed, but is in fact the stairs that leads into the building.::
::Amy Zing stands on the roof of the building her apartment is in, dressed in a pair of Nike Airs, sweat pants and a tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail. In her hand is a jian, a Chinese sword used in various martial arts. The weapon’s scabbard sits on the table next to a large bottle of Poland Springs. A towel hangs on the back of a chair. It is clear from her facial expression and body language that she is trying to calm herself, but has not been very successful. She is breathing heavily, sweat covering her face.::
::She swings the sword around, moving into a crouching tiger position and pointing the sword away from her. She holds this position for a moment, trying to find her center, then stands, seemingly frustrated that she cannot.::
“You know something Logan Alexander, I can see why you denied my challenge.”
::She lets the sword hang at her side. Amy looks a bit disappointed as she moves to the table. It is hard to tell the subject of her disappointment. Maybe herself? Or maybe Logan Alexander?.::
“Actually, no I really can’t. Does not make the slightest bit of sense to me at all. I would have assumed you would have jumped at the chance considering how angry you sounded when you walked out to the ring in Albany last week. I half expected you to storm into the back of the arena, look for me and start yelling or demanding a fight right then and there.”
::She picks the scabbard up off the table and sheaths the blade, setting down. She picks up the bottle of water and drinks from it, using the towel to wipe her forehead. Turning from the table, she leans her head back and pours some water on herself. She flips her head back. Drops of water hit the table top.. . For a moment, she looks up towards the sky. She lets out a sigh and lowers her head. Her voice sounds a mix of angry and disappointed.::
“Yet somehow, all your anger just went away when Aubrey managed to beat me. I’m curious, would you have cried conspiracy if I had won? Would my victory have reminded you of your anger and caused you to demand a chance to avenger her lose? Or would you have just patted her on the back, told her she tried and that you were really upset about being the North American Champion and said you were sorry?”
::She shakes her head in disgust, slamming the water bottle down on the table.::
“In all honestly Logan, I actually think it would have been that third option.”
::Amy sighs heavily. She throws the towel down. It lands on one of the chairs before slowly sliding off onto the roof.::
“Really disappointing.”
::She places her hands on her hips, looking upset and shakes her head.::
“It was a really good act though Logan. But really, that’s all your outrage, all your rejection of the APW North American Championship was, just an act. I mean really, who were you trying to convince Logan? Do you really honestly believe that Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison have absolutely nothing better to do all day but plot and plan against you? Duvall has only been in power for what? A month or so, give or take. Yet somehow has been conspiring against you for awhile now.”
::Again, out of anger and frustration, Amy runs her fingers through her hair. She pulls the covered elastic that had held her ponytail together.::
“Duvall and Harrison may not be perfect, but honestly, when have you ever seen a perfect boss or assistant in the history of the business? It is really rather iffy. But for all their faults, they recognize what they have with Meltdown. Meltdown is not the flagship of the APW, it is the launching pad for the stars of Overdrive and Asylum. As crazy as it will sound to you, for all his faults, maybe Duvall understands that and that is why he does what he does. He does it for the ratings and to showcase the talent Meltdown has. It is the proving ground for people who think they can make it in the APW. Hypothetically, if I win and get to go to the Supershow, and Duvall makes it a championship scramble or something for five people, it is not because he is plotting against you. It is because he trying to get ratings and show off the talent Meltdown posses. But something tells me you will still cry unfair or conspiracy.”
“Does Sienna Harrison have issues with Aubrey Parker? Yes. However, Logan, I hate to tell you this, but honestly, it is not very difficult to dislike Aubrey J. Parker. It really is not. I find it rather easy. She does have a way of not being likeable.”
::Amy throws the covered elastic on the table.::
“Now according to you, Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison ’s entire reason for living is to screw with you and Aubrey. Honestly then, you probably should have expected some kind of shenanigans in the match. Sienna Harrison was the referee for the match, which should probably have sent up a warning flare or red flag or something. But apparently, you had forgotten that day that Harrison and Duvall’s entire reason for being was simply to plot and conspire against you and Aubrey in order to ruin both of your lives.”
“Hmm, one would think you would remember something like that. I have to ask though, why would they draft Aubrey to Asylum, where she was immediately given a shot at the APW World Heavyweight Championship if, as you seem to believe, the only reason either of them climbs from bed each morning is to plan against you and Aubrey Parker, who according to you, were the only reason anyone watches Meltdown? But I suppose they seemed to have forgotten their reason for living when they allowed Aubrey to be drafted.”
::She shrugs a little, but still looks angry and disappointed, and sounds it as she speaks.::
“Oh well.”
::For a moment, she glares ant the camera.::
“You condemn Evan Envi, Delikado, Alexander Duvall, Sienna Harrison, and myself for what happened in your match with Aubrey and costing her the title. However, you fail to blame someone who is equally, if not more, at fault then all the people you claim were plotting against you. You have yet to blame yourself Logan. You are more accountable than all of us. Why? Because at the end of the day, when it was all said and done, through all that interference and conspiracy, you took every advantage provided and went for the victory.”
“Now, you could complain about my interference in the match Logan, but you took full advantage of it. I had just hit Aubrey Parker with a Fenghuang Kick and what did you do Logan? You didn’t check on her. You didn’t try to get Harrison to stop the match. No, you went for the pin. Now maybe you didn’t realize I had kicked her, but you saw me at ringside after she kicked out. You had to have put two and two together and realized I had interfered. I jumped in the ring and attacked her again. You saw that. You attacked me, got me out of the ring and took advantage again. Delikado and Evan Envi interfered and brought chairs into the match, but were chased off. You took full advantage of it, Aubrey may have picked up the chair, but you still used it to win the match. You did nothing to try and stop the match or anything like that. Instead you took total and full advantage of the situation and defeated Aubrey Parker for the championship. I mean that match lasted a good twenty minutes or so and there was maybe ten minutes left AFTER my interference. While Duval, Envi, and myself may have involved ourselves in the match, there was no conspiracy against you. There was no plot again you or Aubrey.”
::Her voice takes on a slightly sarcastic tone.::
“But hey, at least you feel bad about your victory. So, I guess it’s okay then.”
::She shakes her head in disgust. As she speaks, the sarcasm is gone. The anger and disappointment remain.::
“Who were you trying to convince Logan? Was it the fans, because clearly you think they are idiots if they believe what you were saying. Was it the rest of us in the back? I don’t really know. I will tell you this much, every single person I talked to about your victory speech, or condemnation speech, or whatever it bloody was, said very little of it made any sense.”
“It really seems to me Logan, that the only people you were trying to convince were you and Aubrey Parker, because it is probably easier to blame everyone else than it is to admit to your own tag team partner, your friend, a person who trusts you, that on that night, you threw everything you two had together away for a shot at personal glory.”
::She takes another drink from the bottle and sets it down rather hard.::
“You could have forfeited the championship. You could have told Alexander Duvall that you were going to give the title up and try to win it back in the fourway at the Supershow. There are so many options. You, however, play the reluctant champion.”
“You are just so damn bloody disappointing to me, you know that right?”
::Amy lets out a long, heavy frustrated sigh.::
“What the bloody hell happened to you Logan Alexander?”
::Amy throws her arms into the air, pacing around like she is frustrated with the whole damn situation.::
“I used to look up to you! You were one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen. You were one of the reasons I joined the ACW. I remember watching you defend the ACW Tag Team Championship then later same night you beat “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis to win the United States Championship. Who wasn’t thrilled when you walked out to the ring and demanded a match with Eric Donavan? I know I was. You guys had a war and the second match was even better. You took Snake, the first and only five-time ACW World Champion, to the limit and came within a hair of beating him. You held the ACW Survivor Championship, a belt, for those who do not know or recall, that had to be defended weekly and could only change hands by knock out or tap out, for over one hundred days. That was the longest reign in the title’s history. Had ACW remained open and had you returned, you more than likely would have become ACW World Champion. Yes, I know there was a weight limit, but for you, I am certain they would have lifted it. After all, if Evan Envi, or Evan Harrison as he was called then, got an opportunity at the ACW Championship, you would have too, I have no doubt. Logan Alexander back then would have accepted my challenge or demanded a fight himself. Now? Well apparently now Logan Alexander is a conspiracy victim abused by the system, but is the only reason anyone at all watches Meltdown.”
::She turns the camera, pointing at it, like Logan Alexander is standing right there.::
“You arrogant son of a bitch.”
::She is practically yelling, her voice a big higher than usual and a lot more angry. It is the same level of anger heard when Amy faced Aubrey Parker.::
“Do you want to know why you weren’t drafted and Aubrey was? Because Aubrey, for all her faults, and there are many, gets things done. Were they to draft anyone off Meltdown this week, I would easily say Roy Speede and Donald Deruty because they have been a great tag team since coming together and Kaylyn Evan James because she has simply dominated since joining. You really have done nothing except defend Aubrey Parker, steal her championship and cry conspiracy to everyone who will listen to your ranting because honestly, nothing better was on television when you were in the ring.”
::Her eyes stare into the camera. She is practically glaring at it, or more precisely, at Logan Alexander. There is a slight hint of hurt in her voice, like she has been insulted.::
“You, Logan Alexander, are not the best thing Meltdown has going for it. What Meltdown has going for it is the APW tag team division and the revolving door of future APW stars that the show serves as. Meltdown is not just about you. It is not about you, or me or anyone on the roster. It is about the fans watching us. It is about giving them the best you every time you step into the ring, no matter what. We do not make ourselves stars. Those people make us stars. Whether they love us or hate us, they make us. We are nothing without them Logan. Meltdown is nothing without them. APW is nothing without them. I am nothing without them. You are nothing without them.”
“I am not even going to bother with my usual catchphrases or even wishing you luck. No Logan, I actually do want to win this just so you can have some injustice to complain about. Honestly, I am hoping when kick in the head, it knocks some bloody sense into you, although, it will probably just result in your head going further up your own ass!”
::She turns towards the table, grabbing the sword and holding it. She looks at it, of of the four main weapons of Chinses history, which their folklore call “the gentleman of weapons“ and for over 2500 years as proven lethal and elegant enough to earn that name. ::
“You can cry about how mistreated you are and how unfair it is you are North American Champion all you want. I am begging you to quit doing that and show me, even for one night, just one night, that the Logan Alexander of old, the one I so admired in ACW is still somewhere in there. Because, Logan, I guarantee you, I am still the same never give up, never say die, too stubborn to quit, risk taking, kick throwing Amy Zing I was in ACW, that so many people doubted or took lightly only to get their heads kicked off.”
::Amy draws the sword, quickly turning and pointing the blade at the camera, as if pointing it at the throat of Logan Alexander himself. In a rare moment, there is no kindness and warmth in the eyes of Amy Zing. This is the warrior, the killer, hidden under that upbeat, positive and kind personality she is best known for.::
“When and if I win, it will not be Sienna Harrison’s or Alexander Duvall’s or anyone else’s fault. It will be my fault for winning and yours for losing. This phoenix will see you burn.”
::The scene fades out as Amy turns the sword back and sheaths it, her eyes still focused, still angry.::
::As she pulls the keys from her pocket and unlocks the driver’s door, Amy is approached by Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm.::
Hannah Storm “Excuse me Amy Zing.”
::Amy tosses her gym bag into the car and pushes it onto the passenger seat. She stands up and turns to the interviewer.::
Hannah Storm: “Amy Zing, tonight, due to the outside interference of Logan Alexander, you lost the fatal fourway main event. But Alexander Duvall is giving you a second chance to get into the fatal fourway as well as the match you wanted with Logan Alexander. What are your thoughts? Comments?”
::Amy sighs and runs her hand through her long hair, looking off to the side a bit. She then looks towards the interviewer.
Amy Zing: “This is not how I wanted to get the match Hannah. No, I wanted Logan Alexander to step up and accept my challenge. I am just very disappointed. It’s hard learning the faults and failings of one‘s idols or someone one admired. The strange thing is, I am not even upset he interfered in my match. He was going for retaliating on Kaylyn for her earlier attack. I understand why he interfered, and I admit, he had every right to try and get a shot in at Kaylyn. I wish his timing and aim had been better though. It was never about the championship. Do I want to win a title? Yes, everyone here does. But it was more about challenge myself against someone I had considered one of the best I had ever seen. I am really just very disappointed in him right now.”
::Hannah looks like she has a follow up question, but Amy holds up her hand and shakes her head signaling she does not want to answer anymore questions. She slides into her car.::
Amy Zing: “I’ll see you around.”
::Closing the door, Amy starts the car. Hannah Storm moves out of the way as Amy Zing backs out of her parking space and drives off.::
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::The roof of the apartment building in San Francisco, California, is flat, with a small garden area and small shed for tools, a grill, a table with an umbrella and chairs, some lawn furniture and a clothesline as well as a satellite dish and air condition/heating unit for the building up there. There is another structure that looks like a shed, but is in fact the stairs that leads into the building.::
::Amy Zing stands on the roof of the building her apartment is in, dressed in a pair of Nike Airs, sweat pants and a tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail. In her hand is a jian, a Chinese sword used in various martial arts. The weapon’s scabbard sits on the table next to a large bottle of Poland Springs. A towel hangs on the back of a chair. It is clear from her facial expression and body language that she is trying to calm herself, but has not been very successful. She is breathing heavily, sweat covering her face.::
::She swings the sword around, moving into a crouching tiger position and pointing the sword away from her. She holds this position for a moment, trying to find her center, then stands, seemingly frustrated that she cannot.::
“You know something Logan Alexander, I can see why you denied my challenge.”
::She lets the sword hang at her side. Amy looks a bit disappointed as she moves to the table. It is hard to tell the subject of her disappointment. Maybe herself? Or maybe Logan Alexander?.::
“Actually, no I really can’t. Does not make the slightest bit of sense to me at all. I would have assumed you would have jumped at the chance considering how angry you sounded when you walked out to the ring in Albany last week. I half expected you to storm into the back of the arena, look for me and start yelling or demanding a fight right then and there.”
::She picks the scabbard up off the table and sheaths the blade, setting down. She picks up the bottle of water and drinks from it, using the towel to wipe her forehead. Turning from the table, she leans her head back and pours some water on herself. She flips her head back. Drops of water hit the table top.. . For a moment, she looks up towards the sky. She lets out a sigh and lowers her head. Her voice sounds a mix of angry and disappointed.::
“Yet somehow, all your anger just went away when Aubrey managed to beat me. I’m curious, would you have cried conspiracy if I had won? Would my victory have reminded you of your anger and caused you to demand a chance to avenger her lose? Or would you have just patted her on the back, told her she tried and that you were really upset about being the North American Champion and said you were sorry?”
::She shakes her head in disgust, slamming the water bottle down on the table.::
“In all honestly Logan, I actually think it would have been that third option.”
::Amy sighs heavily. She throws the towel down. It lands on one of the chairs before slowly sliding off onto the roof.::
“Really disappointing.”
::She places her hands on her hips, looking upset and shakes her head.::
“It was a really good act though Logan. But really, that’s all your outrage, all your rejection of the APW North American Championship was, just an act. I mean really, who were you trying to convince Logan? Do you really honestly believe that Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison have absolutely nothing better to do all day but plot and plan against you? Duvall has only been in power for what? A month or so, give or take. Yet somehow has been conspiring against you for awhile now.”
::Again, out of anger and frustration, Amy runs her fingers through her hair. She pulls the covered elastic that had held her ponytail together.::
“Duvall and Harrison may not be perfect, but honestly, when have you ever seen a perfect boss or assistant in the history of the business? It is really rather iffy. But for all their faults, they recognize what they have with Meltdown. Meltdown is not the flagship of the APW, it is the launching pad for the stars of Overdrive and Asylum. As crazy as it will sound to you, for all his faults, maybe Duvall understands that and that is why he does what he does. He does it for the ratings and to showcase the talent Meltdown has. It is the proving ground for people who think they can make it in the APW. Hypothetically, if I win and get to go to the Supershow, and Duvall makes it a championship scramble or something for five people, it is not because he is plotting against you. It is because he trying to get ratings and show off the talent Meltdown posses. But something tells me you will still cry unfair or conspiracy.”
“Does Sienna Harrison have issues with Aubrey Parker? Yes. However, Logan, I hate to tell you this, but honestly, it is not very difficult to dislike Aubrey J. Parker. It really is not. I find it rather easy. She does have a way of not being likeable.”
::Amy throws the covered elastic on the table.::
“Now according to you, Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison ’s entire reason for living is to screw with you and Aubrey. Honestly then, you probably should have expected some kind of shenanigans in the match. Sienna Harrison was the referee for the match, which should probably have sent up a warning flare or red flag or something. But apparently, you had forgotten that day that Harrison and Duvall’s entire reason for being was simply to plot and conspire against you and Aubrey in order to ruin both of your lives.”
“Hmm, one would think you would remember something like that. I have to ask though, why would they draft Aubrey to Asylum, where she was immediately given a shot at the APW World Heavyweight Championship if, as you seem to believe, the only reason either of them climbs from bed each morning is to plan against you and Aubrey Parker, who according to you, were the only reason anyone watches Meltdown? But I suppose they seemed to have forgotten their reason for living when they allowed Aubrey to be drafted.”
::She shrugs a little, but still looks angry and disappointed, and sounds it as she speaks.::
“Oh well.”
::For a moment, she glares ant the camera.::
“You condemn Evan Envi, Delikado, Alexander Duvall, Sienna Harrison, and myself for what happened in your match with Aubrey and costing her the title. However, you fail to blame someone who is equally, if not more, at fault then all the people you claim were plotting against you. You have yet to blame yourself Logan. You are more accountable than all of us. Why? Because at the end of the day, when it was all said and done, through all that interference and conspiracy, you took every advantage provided and went for the victory.”
“Now, you could complain about my interference in the match Logan, but you took full advantage of it. I had just hit Aubrey Parker with a Fenghuang Kick and what did you do Logan? You didn’t check on her. You didn’t try to get Harrison to stop the match. No, you went for the pin. Now maybe you didn’t realize I had kicked her, but you saw me at ringside after she kicked out. You had to have put two and two together and realized I had interfered. I jumped in the ring and attacked her again. You saw that. You attacked me, got me out of the ring and took advantage again. Delikado and Evan Envi interfered and brought chairs into the match, but were chased off. You took full advantage of it, Aubrey may have picked up the chair, but you still used it to win the match. You did nothing to try and stop the match or anything like that. Instead you took total and full advantage of the situation and defeated Aubrey Parker for the championship. I mean that match lasted a good twenty minutes or so and there was maybe ten minutes left AFTER my interference. While Duval, Envi, and myself may have involved ourselves in the match, there was no conspiracy against you. There was no plot again you or Aubrey.”
::Her voice takes on a slightly sarcastic tone.::
“But hey, at least you feel bad about your victory. So, I guess it’s okay then.”
::She shakes her head in disgust. As she speaks, the sarcasm is gone. The anger and disappointment remain.::
“Who were you trying to convince Logan? Was it the fans, because clearly you think they are idiots if they believe what you were saying. Was it the rest of us in the back? I don’t really know. I will tell you this much, every single person I talked to about your victory speech, or condemnation speech, or whatever it bloody was, said very little of it made any sense.”
“It really seems to me Logan, that the only people you were trying to convince were you and Aubrey Parker, because it is probably easier to blame everyone else than it is to admit to your own tag team partner, your friend, a person who trusts you, that on that night, you threw everything you two had together away for a shot at personal glory.”
::She takes another drink from the bottle and sets it down rather hard.::
“You could have forfeited the championship. You could have told Alexander Duvall that you were going to give the title up and try to win it back in the fourway at the Supershow. There are so many options. You, however, play the reluctant champion.”
“You are just so damn bloody disappointing to me, you know that right?”
::Amy lets out a long, heavy frustrated sigh.::
“What the bloody hell happened to you Logan Alexander?”
::Amy throws her arms into the air, pacing around like she is frustrated with the whole damn situation.::
“I used to look up to you! You were one of the best wrestlers I’ve ever seen. You were one of the reasons I joined the ACW. I remember watching you defend the ACW Tag Team Championship then later same night you beat “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis to win the United States Championship. Who wasn’t thrilled when you walked out to the ring and demanded a match with Eric Donavan? I know I was. You guys had a war and the second match was even better. You took Snake, the first and only five-time ACW World Champion, to the limit and came within a hair of beating him. You held the ACW Survivor Championship, a belt, for those who do not know or recall, that had to be defended weekly and could only change hands by knock out or tap out, for over one hundred days. That was the longest reign in the title’s history. Had ACW remained open and had you returned, you more than likely would have become ACW World Champion. Yes, I know there was a weight limit, but for you, I am certain they would have lifted it. After all, if Evan Envi, or Evan Harrison as he was called then, got an opportunity at the ACW Championship, you would have too, I have no doubt. Logan Alexander back then would have accepted my challenge or demanded a fight himself. Now? Well apparently now Logan Alexander is a conspiracy victim abused by the system, but is the only reason anyone at all watches Meltdown.”
::She turns the camera, pointing at it, like Logan Alexander is standing right there.::
“You arrogant son of a bitch.”
::She is practically yelling, her voice a big higher than usual and a lot more angry. It is the same level of anger heard when Amy faced Aubrey Parker.::
“Do you want to know why you weren’t drafted and Aubrey was? Because Aubrey, for all her faults, and there are many, gets things done. Were they to draft anyone off Meltdown this week, I would easily say Roy Speede and Donald Deruty because they have been a great tag team since coming together and Kaylyn Evan James because she has simply dominated since joining. You really have done nothing except defend Aubrey Parker, steal her championship and cry conspiracy to everyone who will listen to your ranting because honestly, nothing better was on television when you were in the ring.”
::Her eyes stare into the camera. She is practically glaring at it, or more precisely, at Logan Alexander. There is a slight hint of hurt in her voice, like she has been insulted.::
“You, Logan Alexander, are not the best thing Meltdown has going for it. What Meltdown has going for it is the APW tag team division and the revolving door of future APW stars that the show serves as. Meltdown is not just about you. It is not about you, or me or anyone on the roster. It is about the fans watching us. It is about giving them the best you every time you step into the ring, no matter what. We do not make ourselves stars. Those people make us stars. Whether they love us or hate us, they make us. We are nothing without them Logan. Meltdown is nothing without them. APW is nothing without them. I am nothing without them. You are nothing without them.”
“I am not even going to bother with my usual catchphrases or even wishing you luck. No Logan, I actually do want to win this just so you can have some injustice to complain about. Honestly, I am hoping when kick in the head, it knocks some bloody sense into you, although, it will probably just result in your head going further up your own ass!”
::She turns towards the table, grabbing the sword and holding it. She looks at it, of of the four main weapons of Chinses history, which their folklore call “the gentleman of weapons“ and for over 2500 years as proven lethal and elegant enough to earn that name. ::
“You can cry about how mistreated you are and how unfair it is you are North American Champion all you want. I am begging you to quit doing that and show me, even for one night, just one night, that the Logan Alexander of old, the one I so admired in ACW is still somewhere in there. Because, Logan, I guarantee you, I am still the same never give up, never say die, too stubborn to quit, risk taking, kick throwing Amy Zing I was in ACW, that so many people doubted or took lightly only to get their heads kicked off.”
::Amy draws the sword, quickly turning and pointing the blade at the camera, as if pointing it at the throat of Logan Alexander himself. In a rare moment, there is no kindness and warmth in the eyes of Amy Zing. This is the warrior, the killer, hidden under that upbeat, positive and kind personality she is best known for.::
“When and if I win, it will not be Sienna Harrison’s or Alexander Duvall’s or anyone else’s fault. It will be my fault for winning and yours for losing. This phoenix will see you burn.”
::The scene fades out as Amy turns the sword back and sheaths it, her eyes still focused, still angry.::
