Post by amyzing on Jan 24, 2013 9:17:36 GMT -4
::The sound of someone hitting a punching bag echoes throughout the empty gym. The building appears to be deserted in the pale morning light. The only sound is someone clearly working out some issues on one of the bags..::
::Judging by her breathing and the sweat, Amy Zing has been here for awhile. She is entirely focused on kicking the bag hanging in front of her. Given this past Meltdown, it is hard not to imagine what is going through her mind.::
::She is dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Her hair, which may have been tied in a ponytail when she started is a bit disheveled, with a few loose strands. There is a bottle of water by her on the floor. She nails a hard roundhouse on the punching bag and then drops to her knees, trying to catch her breath.::
“I suppose I should be worried or concerned for my the safety of my parents, but really, all I am is really quite mad about this. And it is really amazing because I did not think I could actually get angrier at Young Mannie then I already am. Even in wrestling, as strange a world it is, you don’t just up and take someone’s parents. It’s just a stupid and desperate of a worthless, pathetic coward, which is all Young Mannie has ever shown himself to be since his return.”
::Amy swallows a bit as she breathes a little heavily. She grabs the water bottle and takes a drink. She lowers the bottle a bit.::
“Of course I really doubt Alexander Duvall or Sienna Harrison are actually going to do anything about it because they are more concerned with their personal issues with Logan Alexander and Aubrey J Parker, and ratings and money rather than the huge legal issue that might actually result from Mannie’s action. But fine, I have no problem going through the hired protection to get to the coward himself.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to try and calm herself down a bit.::
“This is not helping calm me down. Nor is the fact that I am not getting a chance at payback on Young Mannie at Survive and Conquer because he’s in the Survive and Conquer match and I’m not. Now granted, even if I was, the odds of us meeting in the ring would be difficult and obviously need to factor in that he‘s scared of me.”
“Instead of getting him in the ring, which I even doubt he’d be willing to do since he’s already more than demonstrated how much of a pathetic coward he is by hiring a bodyguard to protect him from me, I get to be in a six-person tag team match with a bizarre team selection.”
::Amy sets the bottle back on the floor and sighs. She shifts her legs into a cross legged position.::
“Honestly, I really do not know who came up with these teams or how this even happened. I mean I will obviously do the match, but the teams seem rather an odd choice. I find myself teaming with Robina Hood and Evan McDonald and facing Warren Peace, Cid Phoenix, and Niobe Martin. They are both just very weird combinations. I really don’t get it, but I suppose it is some sort of showcase thing. I suppose the common theme is none of us won our Beat the Clock challenge match. Well obviously none of us did as none of us are set to challenge Logan Alexander for the North American Championship. But still, I don‘t get how this match came together.”
::She stops herself from getting off on some sort of strange rambling rant and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales to try and calm herself. She opens her eyes again.::
“Now as I said, personally, I would rather be kicking Young Mannie’s head off his shoulders but I suppose I will have to make do with what I have. This is interesting as both of these teams strike me as being pulled from a hat, or just being left over from not being on the card already.”
::Amy pulls the covered elastic from her hair, letting her ponytail come undone. She shakes it out a bit.::
“I suppose I should address my teammates first given the fact that I am teaming with them and obviously they may be wondering about my mental state.”
“Well the first thing I should tell you is that while I really want to hurt Young Mannie. I mean really violently make him beg for mercy kind of hurt him, I will deal with that after the match. Right now, I am trying to take my mind off him and focus on this six person. Don’t worry, I’ll do my part and whatever else is needed of me.”
::Amy gets back to her feet. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and slides the covered elastic on. She starts to throw a few fast kicks at the bag in front of her.::
“So let me start with Evan McDonald.”
::She sighs a bit.::
“I can tell we are probably not going to get along. I don’t know what it is, but I really can’t stand arrogant, spoiled rich kids. Maybe it has something to do with them being arrogant, spoiled rich kids who think because they have money, it somehow makes them better than everyone else. It doesn’t. Having a lot of money does not make you a better person. On the contrary, it usually makes you an asshole. Your arrogant, “God’s gift to women” mentality really only seems to help prove that point.”
“You strike me as the type to never had to work for anything in your life. It was all just handed to you. That doesn’t make you special. That just means if you got cut off, you’d be, to put it mildly, screwed. And yes, you may be easy on the eyes, but really “God’s gift to women”? Every guy I have ever met with that sort of mentality never actually gets the girl. Yeah, you get the occasional slattern or bimbo, but where’s the actual challenge or relationship? There‘s more to life than that.”
“So you just got into wrestling because you were bored? That’s not a great reason. It is a reason, granted, but still. I got into wrestling because I just fell in love with the business and I like a challenge. Honestly, I really cannot stand people like you, that rich, spoiled, self-entitled brat who think they should be handed things. I really doubt we are getting along.”
::Amy stops kicking the back for a moment and shifts position to standing straight.::
“Yet weirdly enough, I actually think I could get along with Robina Hood.”
“It is really bizarre how much you remind me of my friend Dahlia. She had a really tragic past, messed up family life, relationship issues and actually, you two seem to share the same fashion sense. It is just bizarre how similar you two are.”
“Honestly, you remind me enough of Dahlia to the point where as crazy as it sounds, I could see us being friends. I doubt that will happen given your trust issues. Granted, those issues are entirely justified in existing given your past. That’s just a really tragic story. I mean, really, I feel bad for you, and I don’t even know you at all.”
“However Robina, when I look at you, I really don‘t see a Robin Hood type. Robin Hood was a hero of the people. He stood for them, against an oppressive tyrant in the shadow of a true king. So how exactly does that equal you and Sienna Harrison working together to take out Niobe Martin? It would be like William Wallace waving an English flag. Just doesn’t add up. I would think someone idolizing Robin Hood would be opposing someone like Harrison or Duvall. But that’s just my opinion, I’m not trying to tell you what to do.”
::Amy shrugs a bit and sighs. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, exhaling out of frustration. He looks up a bit as she paces a bit.::
“I really doubt this team is going to work out. We have Robina’s trust issues and then we have McDonald’s arrogance. I see us either exploding during the match, which costs us the match, or we explode after. We have a very small chance of winning this match.”
::Amy stops pacing and smiles.::
“But then again, even a small chance is still a chance. I am more than willing to take that chance as long as I have it, because that’s who I am.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” slides her fingers through her ponytail.::
“So regardless of the odds, I will try my best to win this match. You know that well enough Niobe Martin and Warren Peace.”
“Really Warren, get your mother to a dentist. Help her out a bit. The woman raised you. You should do something to help her out a little.”
::Amy stops herself. She closes her eyes and once again, places her hands on her hips and closes her eyes. She sighs deeply, looking up as she opens her eyes and chews her bottom lip.::
“Sorry, sorry, I am not here to judge. I shouldn‘t be judging you. I am just dealing with some family issues and Young Mannie’s need to be a completely pathetic coward and all his crap and personal crap.”
::Amy turns and nails the bag with a back kick.::
“Anyway Warren, you know I am a fighter. We have stepped into the ring before. I will be the first to admit I got lucky with the Fenghuang Kick when I got the win. That match could have gone either way. Lucky for me, it went my way.”
“That being said, I would love to get back into the ring with you. We had what I thought was a good match, and this is your opportunity to get a little payback. I’m sure you’d like that as, like I said before, revenge seems to have driven your career. However, that revenge has still really kind of kept you in your father’s shadow.”
“That need to get back at him really is all you did and all you have focused on since you came into this business. The time has come for you to stand and make your own name in this business. APW is your chance for a fresh start. A time for you to show the world who Warren Peace really is and who he can be. You have the tools to make it happen. You could be a star and you know it. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t try and beat you at Survive or Conquer.”
“The same thing goes for your Niobe.”
“Like I said about Warren, you have all the tools to be a star here. Well, once you and Sienna Harrison work out your issues that is. But like I said, you can be a star. Last week, when I stepped into the ring, you definitely showed me you are more than your reputation. I admit, it is a reputation you have more than deserved. You defiantly are not only hype.”
“As weird as it sounds, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Now granted, you and I were trying to win a Beat the Clock challenge so there was that. I still do think we could be friends, but for some odd reason, I am just not seemingly able to make them in APW. Maybe it’s me. Regardless of that, I do respect what you can do. You definitely proved to me that you have the skills needed.”
“However, regardless of all those things, I am going to try and beat you this week at Survive and Conquer. Yes, I do respect your abilities, I do like you and I admire the reputation you have built. But, that’s never stopped me from trying to beat someone before. I would like to think I showed that last week. Neither of us won our Beat the Clock Challenge match, but I think I showed regardless of whether or not I like my opponent, hate them or respect them, I will still take the fight to them.”
::Amy throws another kick at the punching bag.::
“I will prove that to you Cid Phoenix.”
“Yes, you are kind of a legend in wrestling. Yes, you have had a great career in wrestling. Yes, you have made an impact here in the APW several times over the past few years. You are a beloved star with a lot of fans and I am one of them. However, while I consider the opportunity to step into the ring with you to be an honor, I am not going to hold anything back.”
“You want to call yourself Phoenix? I am a phoenix. Time and time again, I have been knocked down. Again and again, I have crashed and burned. I have been knocked down. I have been beaten down. Each and every time, I get back to my feet. No matter how badly I am knocked down, I will get back up. Like a phoenix who dies in fire only to be reborn, each time I get knocked down, I get back up.”
“Like I said, I consider the chance to get into the ring with you an honor. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that despite how big a fan of yours I am, I plan on going into this match with everything I have. Something you should know about me, Cid Phoenix, is that I do not hold back at any time. It could be my biggest hero, my best friend or my worst enemy standing across the ring from me and I will give the match everything I have. I respect you enough to feel that holding back would be an insult to you.”
::With a sudden burst of speed, Amy throws a barrage of kicks at the punching bag. She throws two low, three to the middle area and one high kick. She stops and then staring at the bag.::
“Honestly, I think the team of Warren, Martin and Phoenix is a bit better put together than the team of myself, McDonald and Hood. Either way, this is going to be interesting.”
::Amy takes another deep breath and exhales to try and keep herself calm.::
“I need this match. It’s a distraction, and I need that right now. I need something to take my mind off the fact that I really want to hurt Young Mannie. I also have a lot of penned up aggression I need to work out. This match provides that opportunity and I will take it.”
::A smile appears on Amy’s face. It is a genuine happy smile.::
“This six-person match is the opening match. We have the duty to set the tone of how the night will go. And I plan on giving London, England and the world a show. Survive and Conquer is expected to be one smashing night and I want to kick it off right.”
“So at Survive and Conquer, I am one more time going to show the world why I am simply Amy Zing.”
::Her smile fades. Her voice turns cold and vindictive. Her eyes seem to fill with hate.::
“Because after, there is nothing on this planet that will prevent me from gutting Young Mannie like a fish. There is no where he can run I will not find him, no hired goon that can protect him, no fortress that will keep him safe, and nothing he can do to keep me from getting to him.”
::With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, Amy Zing connects with a Fenghuang Kick to the punching bag. Amy manages to land on her feet. The impact of the kick knocks the bag from the chain it hangs on. It slides on the floor. Amy glares at the bag as if it was Young Mannie. The scene fades to black focusing on Amy’s glaring ad the downed bag.::
::Judging by her breathing and the sweat, Amy Zing has been here for awhile. She is entirely focused on kicking the bag hanging in front of her. Given this past Meltdown, it is hard not to imagine what is going through her mind.::
::She is dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Her hair, which may have been tied in a ponytail when she started is a bit disheveled, with a few loose strands. There is a bottle of water by her on the floor. She nails a hard roundhouse on the punching bag and then drops to her knees, trying to catch her breath.::
“I suppose I should be worried or concerned for my the safety of my parents, but really, all I am is really quite mad about this. And it is really amazing because I did not think I could actually get angrier at Young Mannie then I already am. Even in wrestling, as strange a world it is, you don’t just up and take someone’s parents. It’s just a stupid and desperate of a worthless, pathetic coward, which is all Young Mannie has ever shown himself to be since his return.”
::Amy swallows a bit as she breathes a little heavily. She grabs the water bottle and takes a drink. She lowers the bottle a bit.::
“Of course I really doubt Alexander Duvall or Sienna Harrison are actually going to do anything about it because they are more concerned with their personal issues with Logan Alexander and Aubrey J Parker, and ratings and money rather than the huge legal issue that might actually result from Mannie’s action. But fine, I have no problem going through the hired protection to get to the coward himself.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to try and calm herself down a bit.::
“This is not helping calm me down. Nor is the fact that I am not getting a chance at payback on Young Mannie at Survive and Conquer because he’s in the Survive and Conquer match and I’m not. Now granted, even if I was, the odds of us meeting in the ring would be difficult and obviously need to factor in that he‘s scared of me.”
“Instead of getting him in the ring, which I even doubt he’d be willing to do since he’s already more than demonstrated how much of a pathetic coward he is by hiring a bodyguard to protect him from me, I get to be in a six-person tag team match with a bizarre team selection.”
::Amy sets the bottle back on the floor and sighs. She shifts her legs into a cross legged position.::
“Honestly, I really do not know who came up with these teams or how this even happened. I mean I will obviously do the match, but the teams seem rather an odd choice. I find myself teaming with Robina Hood and Evan McDonald and facing Warren Peace, Cid Phoenix, and Niobe Martin. They are both just very weird combinations. I really don’t get it, but I suppose it is some sort of showcase thing. I suppose the common theme is none of us won our Beat the Clock challenge match. Well obviously none of us did as none of us are set to challenge Logan Alexander for the North American Championship. But still, I don‘t get how this match came together.”
::She stops herself from getting off on some sort of strange rambling rant and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and exhales to try and calm herself. She opens her eyes again.::
“Now as I said, personally, I would rather be kicking Young Mannie’s head off his shoulders but I suppose I will have to make do with what I have. This is interesting as both of these teams strike me as being pulled from a hat, or just being left over from not being on the card already.”
::Amy pulls the covered elastic from her hair, letting her ponytail come undone. She shakes it out a bit.::
“I suppose I should address my teammates first given the fact that I am teaming with them and obviously they may be wondering about my mental state.”
“Well the first thing I should tell you is that while I really want to hurt Young Mannie. I mean really violently make him beg for mercy kind of hurt him, I will deal with that after the match. Right now, I am trying to take my mind off him and focus on this six person. Don’t worry, I’ll do my part and whatever else is needed of me.”
::Amy gets back to her feet. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and slides the covered elastic on. She starts to throw a few fast kicks at the bag in front of her.::
“So let me start with Evan McDonald.”
::She sighs a bit.::
“I can tell we are probably not going to get along. I don’t know what it is, but I really can’t stand arrogant, spoiled rich kids. Maybe it has something to do with them being arrogant, spoiled rich kids who think because they have money, it somehow makes them better than everyone else. It doesn’t. Having a lot of money does not make you a better person. On the contrary, it usually makes you an asshole. Your arrogant, “God’s gift to women” mentality really only seems to help prove that point.”
“You strike me as the type to never had to work for anything in your life. It was all just handed to you. That doesn’t make you special. That just means if you got cut off, you’d be, to put it mildly, screwed. And yes, you may be easy on the eyes, but really “God’s gift to women”? Every guy I have ever met with that sort of mentality never actually gets the girl. Yeah, you get the occasional slattern or bimbo, but where’s the actual challenge or relationship? There‘s more to life than that.”
“So you just got into wrestling because you were bored? That’s not a great reason. It is a reason, granted, but still. I got into wrestling because I just fell in love with the business and I like a challenge. Honestly, I really cannot stand people like you, that rich, spoiled, self-entitled brat who think they should be handed things. I really doubt we are getting along.”
::Amy stops kicking the back for a moment and shifts position to standing straight.::
“Yet weirdly enough, I actually think I could get along with Robina Hood.”
“It is really bizarre how much you remind me of my friend Dahlia. She had a really tragic past, messed up family life, relationship issues and actually, you two seem to share the same fashion sense. It is just bizarre how similar you two are.”
“Honestly, you remind me enough of Dahlia to the point where as crazy as it sounds, I could see us being friends. I doubt that will happen given your trust issues. Granted, those issues are entirely justified in existing given your past. That’s just a really tragic story. I mean, really, I feel bad for you, and I don’t even know you at all.”
“However Robina, when I look at you, I really don‘t see a Robin Hood type. Robin Hood was a hero of the people. He stood for them, against an oppressive tyrant in the shadow of a true king. So how exactly does that equal you and Sienna Harrison working together to take out Niobe Martin? It would be like William Wallace waving an English flag. Just doesn’t add up. I would think someone idolizing Robin Hood would be opposing someone like Harrison or Duvall. But that’s just my opinion, I’m not trying to tell you what to do.”
::Amy shrugs a bit and sighs. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, exhaling out of frustration. He looks up a bit as she paces a bit.::
“I really doubt this team is going to work out. We have Robina’s trust issues and then we have McDonald’s arrogance. I see us either exploding during the match, which costs us the match, or we explode after. We have a very small chance of winning this match.”
::Amy stops pacing and smiles.::
“But then again, even a small chance is still a chance. I am more than willing to take that chance as long as I have it, because that’s who I am.”
::“The Hong Kong Sensation” slides her fingers through her ponytail.::
“So regardless of the odds, I will try my best to win this match. You know that well enough Niobe Martin and Warren Peace.”
“Really Warren, get your mother to a dentist. Help her out a bit. The woman raised you. You should do something to help her out a little.”
::Amy stops herself. She closes her eyes and once again, places her hands on her hips and closes her eyes. She sighs deeply, looking up as she opens her eyes and chews her bottom lip.::
“Sorry, sorry, I am not here to judge. I shouldn‘t be judging you. I am just dealing with some family issues and Young Mannie’s need to be a completely pathetic coward and all his crap and personal crap.”
::Amy turns and nails the bag with a back kick.::
“Anyway Warren, you know I am a fighter. We have stepped into the ring before. I will be the first to admit I got lucky with the Fenghuang Kick when I got the win. That match could have gone either way. Lucky for me, it went my way.”
“That being said, I would love to get back into the ring with you. We had what I thought was a good match, and this is your opportunity to get a little payback. I’m sure you’d like that as, like I said before, revenge seems to have driven your career. However, that revenge has still really kind of kept you in your father’s shadow.”
“That need to get back at him really is all you did and all you have focused on since you came into this business. The time has come for you to stand and make your own name in this business. APW is your chance for a fresh start. A time for you to show the world who Warren Peace really is and who he can be. You have the tools to make it happen. You could be a star and you know it. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t try and beat you at Survive or Conquer.”
“The same thing goes for your Niobe.”
“Like I said about Warren, you have all the tools to be a star here. Well, once you and Sienna Harrison work out your issues that is. But like I said, you can be a star. Last week, when I stepped into the ring, you definitely showed me you are more than your reputation. I admit, it is a reputation you have more than deserved. You defiantly are not only hype.”
“As weird as it sounds, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Now granted, you and I were trying to win a Beat the Clock challenge so there was that. I still do think we could be friends, but for some odd reason, I am just not seemingly able to make them in APW. Maybe it’s me. Regardless of that, I do respect what you can do. You definitely proved to me that you have the skills needed.”
“However, regardless of all those things, I am going to try and beat you this week at Survive and Conquer. Yes, I do respect your abilities, I do like you and I admire the reputation you have built. But, that’s never stopped me from trying to beat someone before. I would like to think I showed that last week. Neither of us won our Beat the Clock Challenge match, but I think I showed regardless of whether or not I like my opponent, hate them or respect them, I will still take the fight to them.”
::Amy throws another kick at the punching bag.::
“I will prove that to you Cid Phoenix.”
“Yes, you are kind of a legend in wrestling. Yes, you have had a great career in wrestling. Yes, you have made an impact here in the APW several times over the past few years. You are a beloved star with a lot of fans and I am one of them. However, while I consider the opportunity to step into the ring with you to be an honor, I am not going to hold anything back.”
“You want to call yourself Phoenix? I am a phoenix. Time and time again, I have been knocked down. Again and again, I have crashed and burned. I have been knocked down. I have been beaten down. Each and every time, I get back to my feet. No matter how badly I am knocked down, I will get back up. Like a phoenix who dies in fire only to be reborn, each time I get knocked down, I get back up.”
“Like I said, I consider the chance to get into the ring with you an honor. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that despite how big a fan of yours I am, I plan on going into this match with everything I have. Something you should know about me, Cid Phoenix, is that I do not hold back at any time. It could be my biggest hero, my best friend or my worst enemy standing across the ring from me and I will give the match everything I have. I respect you enough to feel that holding back would be an insult to you.”
::With a sudden burst of speed, Amy throws a barrage of kicks at the punching bag. She throws two low, three to the middle area and one high kick. She stops and then staring at the bag.::
“Honestly, I think the team of Warren, Martin and Phoenix is a bit better put together than the team of myself, McDonald and Hood. Either way, this is going to be interesting.”
::Amy takes another deep breath and exhales to try and keep herself calm.::
“I need this match. It’s a distraction, and I need that right now. I need something to take my mind off the fact that I really want to hurt Young Mannie. I also have a lot of penned up aggression I need to work out. This match provides that opportunity and I will take it.”
::A smile appears on Amy’s face. It is a genuine happy smile.::
“This six-person match is the opening match. We have the duty to set the tone of how the night will go. And I plan on giving London, England and the world a show. Survive and Conquer is expected to be one smashing night and I want to kick it off right.”
“So at Survive and Conquer, I am one more time going to show the world why I am simply Amy Zing.”
::Her smile fades. Her voice turns cold and vindictive. Her eyes seem to fill with hate.::
“Because after, there is nothing on this planet that will prevent me from gutting Young Mannie like a fish. There is no where he can run I will not find him, no hired goon that can protect him, no fortress that will keep him safe, and nothing he can do to keep me from getting to him.”
::With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, Amy Zing connects with a Fenghuang Kick to the punching bag. Amy manages to land on her feet. The impact of the kick knocks the bag from the chain it hangs on. It slides on the floor. Amy glares at the bag as if it was Young Mannie. The scene fades to black focusing on Amy’s glaring ad the downed bag.::
