Post by amyzing on May 28, 2013 21:45:11 GMT -4
::The sunlight shines in through a bedroom window. The room is a typical bedroom. There is a small book shelf filled with books such as the Twilight saga. On top is a collection of postcards from all over the world. There is a dresser with many framed photos. There is a full sized dresser with photos on top. A night stand and lamp sits next to the bed.::
::The bed is covered in clothes that were casually tossed on its blue floral pattern. The pillows are covered in white with red striped pillowcases. Resting against the pillows is a small stuffed bear that one would find in a gift basket. It was a gift from someone who would become a friend, though it was an odd friendship.::
::A blouse lands on a bed. It lands on the stuffed bear, partially draped over the toy. A hand slips into the screen, pulling the blouse off the stuffed bear. The hand drapes the blouse on the pile of other clothes.::
::Amy Zing is digging through her closet. She pulls out another top and looks it over, studying it. With a sigh, she tosses it on the bed.::
“I honestly do not think I have anything to wear for Overdrive this week. I mean I have clothes.”
::Pouting a bit, she looks at the pile of clothes on her bed.::
“Yeah, I have clothes. That seems pretty obvious that I have clothes. After all, I am not walking around naked as a jaybird. But it seems I have nothing that fits the requirments to wear at Thursday Night Overdrive for the Sindicate’s celebration party. Now granted, I doubt I was invited as Aubrey Parker and Logan Alexander do not particularly like me. Can’t say Aubrey’s joing was all that surprising. Logan Alexander’s was. However, as none of the Sindicate seems to like the fans of the APW, I don’t think any of them were invited either. However, since there was no guarantee that Level One would win, this was not obviously planned to be a celebration night, so I doubt anyone was really invited. It seems like it is a more spur of the moment thing. Still, there is a dress code. Not really sure how many people are going to fulfill that dress code as I cannot imagine a lot of people wanting to sit around for two hours or so in formal wear.”
::Amy closes her eyes as she catches herself ranting and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly. “The Hong Kong Sensation” turns from the bed and back to the closet. She digs out a red dress with gold trim and a dragon design. The dress is an obvious Chinese style. She holds it up and looks at the dress almost like she is studying it.::
“I really hope that they are not expecting me to wrestle in formal attire. That would be rather hindering I’d think. I’d end up like that scene in Brave when Merida tears her dress to shoot her bow, only I’d tear mine to get a kick going. Would hate to waste the money on a dress I am going to rip, or rip a dress I already own. Of course it doesn’t make sense to actually try and wrestle in formal attire. It’s just silly is what it is. I assume they meant anyone attending who is competing would probably have to wear the formal attire for the celebration. Then again, I am not even sure I am invited. Though, as I said, I do not recall anyone sending invitations. I think it is more of an open invitation.”
“For that matter, why am I even doing this? I mean I wasn’t really cheering when Level One won the World Championship, so not really looking forward to his celebration. Maybe I just like a party? Maybe I just don’t want to be rude? I’d imagine the later really. That sounds more like me.”
::Amy stops talking as she catches herself in an other rant. Again, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she opens her eyes and looks at the dress.::
::She hangs the red dress back up in the closet and keeps looking.::
“And this is not exactly a week I can afford to do something like that as I have a chance to get into Test for the Best and maybe even an opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. And honestly, that is really just a fantastic opportunity.”
::She reaches into the closet again and pulls another dress out. It is said every man should own one blue suit and one black suit. For a woman, however, it seems the rule is to own one little black dress. That is what Amy is holding now. In her hands is a short, black dress with spaghetti straps.::
“Hmm…I don’t think this one works either. It is just a little too much of a night club dress or party dress as opposed to a dress I should wear for a formal affair. Really not something to wear at Overdrive for something like the Sindicate’s celebration, is it? No, I don’t think so.”
::She hangs the dress back up in the closet. She looks through it a bit more. Amy tosses another top onto the bed.::
“I suppose I should be more concerned about my qualifying match than my choice of clothes for Thursday Night Overdrive. After all, this is a big match. A win gets me closer to Test for the Best. A loss means I am probably watching this pay-per-view either at home or backstage.”
::Amy pouts a bit as she hangs the dress up. She steps back from the closet, looking down a bit.::
“Of course I have to be a dark horse to win my match against Michael Jennings let alone to win something like the Test for the Best and become World Heavyweight Champion. I mean the odds have got to be against me. It makes sense though when you think about it.”
“I have had only one victory in Action Packed Wrestling since joining Thursday Night Overdrive. Even when I was on Monday Night Meltdown, I had, shall we say, a spotty record at best. I have, as they say, never won the big one. My career has seen a few wins over big names, but I have never won a championship.”
“Honestly, if I am not the long shot, the dark horse, as it were, to win Test for the Best, then I honestly have no idea who is. There is probably a list of people who everyone thinks I could win. I am sure I am on at least one of those lists. However, I would not be surprised if my name was not on a single list of predicted winners for Test for the Best, let alone even qualify.”
“Maybe I am getting ahead of myself though. I have yet to even qualify for the event. I can’t really say that I am going to win or that I will become World Champion until I make it through the qualifying match I have at Overdrive.”
::She lifts her head, looking upwards towards the ceiling,::
“But still, could I actually do it and qualify for Test for the Best by beating Michael Jennings? Could I actually become the World Heavyweight Champion?”
::She closes her eyes and smiles. Slowly, she lowers he hear and opens her eyes.::
“Well, I guess that’s what makes it so worth trying to do really. If there were no challenges out there, then life would be rather dull and boring, wouldn’t it? I’d imagine it would be.”
“I believe I can beat Michael Jennings.”
::For a moment, “The Hong Kong Sensation” looks a little sheepish.::
“Then again, I believe I can beat anyone I step into the ring with given enough effort on my part.”
::She shrugs and smiles a bit.::
“Deep down, I know I can beat him. However, knowing something is possible to do and accomplishing that thing are two entirely different things. And I would hate to get ahead of myself or do something foolish like guarantee a victory at Overdrive or promise to win Test for the Best and then become World Champion. There is just no way that I can do something like that that.”
“Look at the people trying to get into this contest. There’s Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith, Delikado, Shadow, C.J. Gates, and my opponent, Michael Jennings. Many of them have been champions or have come close to being a champion. Some of them are among the best on Overdrive while others are on that verge of getting there.”
::She pulls a grey woman’s suit from the closet. It has short skirt, white blouse and jacket. She looks it over and shakes her head. . Hanging the item back up, she looks through the clothes again. She then pulls out a grey pants suit, like something a professional woman would wear. Again, “the Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head and hangs it back up.::
“All I can do is go out into the ring and give my best effort to win whatever match I find myself in. That is how I wrestle every match I enter into. I go out there and wrestle with the goal of giving it everything I have to try and win. That is really all I can do. I have yet to meet the person who has always guaranteed victory and then gone out and won. Yes, there are people who have attained undefeated streaks and those who have had long title reigns or people who just gain a reputation of being rather difficult to defeat. However, sooner or later, they are defeated. And yes, maybe there is just one night where someone is surprisingly difficult to beat, but on other nights, he can be bested.”
“So maybe Overdrive will be my night. Maybe on Thursday Night Overdrive, I will go to the ring and I will be able to beat Michael Jennings. All I need to do is get him down for three seconds. Now I realize that doing so is easier said than done, but I believe that I can still get such a thing done.”
::Amy reaches into her closet and takes a blue dress. It is long enough to cover her legs to the mid-thigh area. The dress is backless, with a V cut in front, exposing some cleavage.::
“Wow. I honestly have no idea when I bought this. I think I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party like two years ago. Forgot I had it. It’s not a bad dress, but again, I really do not attend a lot of formal gatherings. I think this could work.”
::Still holding the hanger in her hand, she drapes the dress over her free arm, looking it over.::
“Yes, I suppose that it could. I hope I have shoes to match. I am really less of a shoes kind of girls and more a sneakers person. I have a lot of those, running, basketball, and just a simple pair of regular sneakers I wear every day. I should have some high heels though.”
::Amy carefully lays the dress down on her bed and turns back to the closet. She kneels down and looks inside.::
“Should you really be using the name “Sonic Screwdriver” as a finisher? I mean now granted, the Daleks refer to The Doctor as “the Oncoming Storm”, and he made the Vashta Nerada back off with a threat, terrified the Empress of the Rancoss just with the name of his planet and turned back armies with the mention of his name. He will leave a mountain of beaten enemies on his trip from Gallifrey to Trenzalore, the Time Lord who took the title of doctor to help people. It’s be like naming a move TARDIS or something. Then again, who am I to judge? Most of my moves are either based off my association with a mythic bird or my Chinese heritage.”
“You remind me a bit of the Doctor. You have changed personalities a few times, sort of like he does each time he regenerations. And you have had more than a few companions over your career. Yet, that may be where the comparisons end. Unless, of course, you just happen to have a magic blue box which allows you to travel through space and time, which I have to admit would be really awesome.”
“And how can Anakin Skywalker be called “the Hero Without Fear”? I mean it was fear of losing Padme that turned him to the Dark Side in the first place. He had terrible fear of losing the people he cared about, even as a boy when he left his mother. Although, granted, people watching the Holonet never saw that side of him, so I believe it came more from the reputation he earned on the battlefield than anything else.”
::She pauses in thought for a moment and chuckles a bit, smiling.::
“Huh, I suppose I answered my own question.”
“Michael, you and I are kind of similar. I am not in this for the fame, the recognition, the money or the titles. Although, to be fair, those are really nice perks of the job.”
“I have to admit that I do get a kick out of seeing my face or something I said on a t-shirt. I feel flattered when someone asks me to autograph a photo or the Playboy I did or even an action figure. I was actually more thrilled to find out I was going to be an action figure than I was when Action Packed Wrestling made my first t-shirt. I mean, that’s really the coolest part.”
“And the money is good. While the contract I signed pays very well, I can’t deny the royalty checks are not a nice little bonus. Money helps make the world go around. I get paid to do what I love and there are not a lot of jobs like that.”
“Honestly, I do want to win at least one championship sometime in my career. But that is not why I do what I do.”
::Amy leans back and opens a shoebox. He looks at the dress on her bed, then back and the shoes and closes the box, setting it down. She leans forward, into the closet again.::
“I do this for all my fans. I get the same rush from hearing them me in a high school gym, which only seats about a hundred people and I’m only making $20 after spending $50 to get there, as I do in them cheering for me inside a place like Madison Square Garden, which seats thousands and has a larger payday.”
“As much as I do this for me, as much as I love going to that ring and performing, I do it every bit as much for them, the people who paid their money to see us do what we do. Every single night I step out into that ring, I want to give them a show that they will remember and that will make them come back. I want to make that first time fan come back for because maybe he liked what he saw out of the whole, or liked my match, or, and I find this a lot, thinks I am pretty and wants to see as, many have put it, “chicks fight”.”
::From inside her closet, she sighs.::
“However, and this might just be ego talking, I do enjoy being a role model. There have been times when fans have told me that I inspired them to pursue a dream. I have had kids tell me that I am the reason they started taking karate or some martial art. People told me they kept on trying and never gave up because I never do. That right there, that makes it so much more worth it than the fame or the money or the t-shirts, toys and titles. Being the role model, that’s just the biggest thrill about doing what I do. I get to do what I love and possibly inspire people. Not too bad. No, that’s not too bad at all.”
::Leaning back, Amy holds up another open shoebox and looks at the dress. She looks at the shoes again, then at the dress, then at the shoes. Getting to her feet, she picks the dress up and walks to the adjacent bathroom. She closes the door a bit.::
“So it is for them as much as myself I fight. My fans never quit on me and I will never quit on them or in that ring. Win, lose or draw, I give every single match I have every thing I have.”
“Michael, you have had a great career. You are an accomplished and capable wrestler. You are a second generation wrestler and have proven that wrestling is in your blood. I can respect that. But, while I can respect it, I am not afraid of it.”
::Amy steps out of the bathroom, wearing the blue dress and matching heels. Her long hair is down, as she did not have time to do it. She steps to a mirror and looks at her reflection.::
“Well, I suppose this could work.”
::She turns from the mirror, stepping out of the shoes.::
“As I said Michael, I never give up. I keep fighting no matter how outmatched or outclassed I am. It does not matter if my opponent is bigger, stronger or faster than I am, I will fight with everything I have. And I will do so this week at Thursday Night Overdrive.”
“All my fans want to see me get into Test for the Best. They want to see me become World Heavyweight Champion. I want to get into Test for the Best and become World Heavyweight Champion. At Overdrive, I am going to go out there and do my best to make that happen. I have every intention of showing you and all my fans why I am simply Amy Zing.”
::She kneels down and picks the shoes off the floor.::
“Michael, I do wish you luck this week. I plan to try and kick your head off, but there’s no reason I cannot be polite about it. So, good luck and I will see you at Overdrive.”
::Amy walks towards the bathroom to change.::
::The bed is covered in clothes that were casually tossed on its blue floral pattern. The pillows are covered in white with red striped pillowcases. Resting against the pillows is a small stuffed bear that one would find in a gift basket. It was a gift from someone who would become a friend, though it was an odd friendship.::
::A blouse lands on a bed. It lands on the stuffed bear, partially draped over the toy. A hand slips into the screen, pulling the blouse off the stuffed bear. The hand drapes the blouse on the pile of other clothes.::
::Amy Zing is digging through her closet. She pulls out another top and looks it over, studying it. With a sigh, she tosses it on the bed.::
“I honestly do not think I have anything to wear for Overdrive this week. I mean I have clothes.”
::Pouting a bit, she looks at the pile of clothes on her bed.::
“Yeah, I have clothes. That seems pretty obvious that I have clothes. After all, I am not walking around naked as a jaybird. But it seems I have nothing that fits the requirments to wear at Thursday Night Overdrive for the Sindicate’s celebration party. Now granted, I doubt I was invited as Aubrey Parker and Logan Alexander do not particularly like me. Can’t say Aubrey’s joing was all that surprising. Logan Alexander’s was. However, as none of the Sindicate seems to like the fans of the APW, I don’t think any of them were invited either. However, since there was no guarantee that Level One would win, this was not obviously planned to be a celebration night, so I doubt anyone was really invited. It seems like it is a more spur of the moment thing. Still, there is a dress code. Not really sure how many people are going to fulfill that dress code as I cannot imagine a lot of people wanting to sit around for two hours or so in formal wear.”
::Amy closes her eyes as she catches herself ranting and takes a deep breath. She exhales slowly. “The Hong Kong Sensation” turns from the bed and back to the closet. She digs out a red dress with gold trim and a dragon design. The dress is an obvious Chinese style. She holds it up and looks at the dress almost like she is studying it.::
“I really hope that they are not expecting me to wrestle in formal attire. That would be rather hindering I’d think. I’d end up like that scene in Brave when Merida tears her dress to shoot her bow, only I’d tear mine to get a kick going. Would hate to waste the money on a dress I am going to rip, or rip a dress I already own. Of course it doesn’t make sense to actually try and wrestle in formal attire. It’s just silly is what it is. I assume they meant anyone attending who is competing would probably have to wear the formal attire for the celebration. Then again, I am not even sure I am invited. Though, as I said, I do not recall anyone sending invitations. I think it is more of an open invitation.”
“For that matter, why am I even doing this? I mean I wasn’t really cheering when Level One won the World Championship, so not really looking forward to his celebration. Maybe I just like a party? Maybe I just don’t want to be rude? I’d imagine the later really. That sounds more like me.”
::Amy stops talking as she catches herself in an other rant. Again, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, she opens her eyes and looks at the dress.::
::She hangs the red dress back up in the closet and keeps looking.::
“And this is not exactly a week I can afford to do something like that as I have a chance to get into Test for the Best and maybe even an opportunity at the World Heavyweight Championship. And honestly, that is really just a fantastic opportunity.”
::She reaches into the closet again and pulls another dress out. It is said every man should own one blue suit and one black suit. For a woman, however, it seems the rule is to own one little black dress. That is what Amy is holding now. In her hands is a short, black dress with spaghetti straps.::
“Hmm…I don’t think this one works either. It is just a little too much of a night club dress or party dress as opposed to a dress I should wear for a formal affair. Really not something to wear at Overdrive for something like the Sindicate’s celebration, is it? No, I don’t think so.”
::She hangs the dress back up in the closet. She looks through it a bit more. Amy tosses another top onto the bed.::
“I suppose I should be more concerned about my qualifying match than my choice of clothes for Thursday Night Overdrive. After all, this is a big match. A win gets me closer to Test for the Best. A loss means I am probably watching this pay-per-view either at home or backstage.”
::Amy pouts a bit as she hangs the dress up. She steps back from the closet, looking down a bit.::
“Of course I have to be a dark horse to win my match against Michael Jennings let alone to win something like the Test for the Best and become World Heavyweight Champion. I mean the odds have got to be against me. It makes sense though when you think about it.”
“I have had only one victory in Action Packed Wrestling since joining Thursday Night Overdrive. Even when I was on Monday Night Meltdown, I had, shall we say, a spotty record at best. I have, as they say, never won the big one. My career has seen a few wins over big names, but I have never won a championship.”
“Honestly, if I am not the long shot, the dark horse, as it were, to win Test for the Best, then I honestly have no idea who is. There is probably a list of people who everyone thinks I could win. I am sure I am on at least one of those lists. However, I would not be surprised if my name was not on a single list of predicted winners for Test for the Best, let alone even qualify.”
“Maybe I am getting ahead of myself though. I have yet to even qualify for the event. I can’t really say that I am going to win or that I will become World Champion until I make it through the qualifying match I have at Overdrive.”
::She lifts her head, looking upwards towards the ceiling,::
“But still, could I actually do it and qualify for Test for the Best by beating Michael Jennings? Could I actually become the World Heavyweight Champion?”
::She closes her eyes and smiles. Slowly, she lowers he hear and opens her eyes.::
“Well, I guess that’s what makes it so worth trying to do really. If there were no challenges out there, then life would be rather dull and boring, wouldn’t it? I’d imagine it would be.”
“I believe I can beat Michael Jennings.”
::For a moment, “The Hong Kong Sensation” looks a little sheepish.::
“Then again, I believe I can beat anyone I step into the ring with given enough effort on my part.”
::She shrugs and smiles a bit.::
“Deep down, I know I can beat him. However, knowing something is possible to do and accomplishing that thing are two entirely different things. And I would hate to get ahead of myself or do something foolish like guarantee a victory at Overdrive or promise to win Test for the Best and then become World Champion. There is just no way that I can do something like that that.”
“Look at the people trying to get into this contest. There’s Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith, Delikado, Shadow, C.J. Gates, and my opponent, Michael Jennings. Many of them have been champions or have come close to being a champion. Some of them are among the best on Overdrive while others are on that verge of getting there.”
::She pulls a grey woman’s suit from the closet. It has short skirt, white blouse and jacket. She looks it over and shakes her head. . Hanging the item back up, she looks through the clothes again. She then pulls out a grey pants suit, like something a professional woman would wear. Again, “the Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head and hangs it back up.::
“All I can do is go out into the ring and give my best effort to win whatever match I find myself in. That is how I wrestle every match I enter into. I go out there and wrestle with the goal of giving it everything I have to try and win. That is really all I can do. I have yet to meet the person who has always guaranteed victory and then gone out and won. Yes, there are people who have attained undefeated streaks and those who have had long title reigns or people who just gain a reputation of being rather difficult to defeat. However, sooner or later, they are defeated. And yes, maybe there is just one night where someone is surprisingly difficult to beat, but on other nights, he can be bested.”
“So maybe Overdrive will be my night. Maybe on Thursday Night Overdrive, I will go to the ring and I will be able to beat Michael Jennings. All I need to do is get him down for three seconds. Now I realize that doing so is easier said than done, but I believe that I can still get such a thing done.”
::Amy reaches into her closet and takes a blue dress. It is long enough to cover her legs to the mid-thigh area. The dress is backless, with a V cut in front, exposing some cleavage.::
“Wow. I honestly have no idea when I bought this. I think I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party like two years ago. Forgot I had it. It’s not a bad dress, but again, I really do not attend a lot of formal gatherings. I think this could work.”
::Still holding the hanger in her hand, she drapes the dress over her free arm, looking it over.::
“Yes, I suppose that it could. I hope I have shoes to match. I am really less of a shoes kind of girls and more a sneakers person. I have a lot of those, running, basketball, and just a simple pair of regular sneakers I wear every day. I should have some high heels though.”
::Amy carefully lays the dress down on her bed and turns back to the closet. She kneels down and looks inside.::
“Should you really be using the name “Sonic Screwdriver” as a finisher? I mean now granted, the Daleks refer to The Doctor as “the Oncoming Storm”, and he made the Vashta Nerada back off with a threat, terrified the Empress of the Rancoss just with the name of his planet and turned back armies with the mention of his name. He will leave a mountain of beaten enemies on his trip from Gallifrey to Trenzalore, the Time Lord who took the title of doctor to help people. It’s be like naming a move TARDIS or something. Then again, who am I to judge? Most of my moves are either based off my association with a mythic bird or my Chinese heritage.”
“You remind me a bit of the Doctor. You have changed personalities a few times, sort of like he does each time he regenerations. And you have had more than a few companions over your career. Yet, that may be where the comparisons end. Unless, of course, you just happen to have a magic blue box which allows you to travel through space and time, which I have to admit would be really awesome.”
“And how can Anakin Skywalker be called “the Hero Without Fear”? I mean it was fear of losing Padme that turned him to the Dark Side in the first place. He had terrible fear of losing the people he cared about, even as a boy when he left his mother. Although, granted, people watching the Holonet never saw that side of him, so I believe it came more from the reputation he earned on the battlefield than anything else.”
::She pauses in thought for a moment and chuckles a bit, smiling.::
“Huh, I suppose I answered my own question.”
“Michael, you and I are kind of similar. I am not in this for the fame, the recognition, the money or the titles. Although, to be fair, those are really nice perks of the job.”
“I have to admit that I do get a kick out of seeing my face or something I said on a t-shirt. I feel flattered when someone asks me to autograph a photo or the Playboy I did or even an action figure. I was actually more thrilled to find out I was going to be an action figure than I was when Action Packed Wrestling made my first t-shirt. I mean, that’s really the coolest part.”
“And the money is good. While the contract I signed pays very well, I can’t deny the royalty checks are not a nice little bonus. Money helps make the world go around. I get paid to do what I love and there are not a lot of jobs like that.”
“Honestly, I do want to win at least one championship sometime in my career. But that is not why I do what I do.”
::Amy leans back and opens a shoebox. He looks at the dress on her bed, then back and the shoes and closes the box, setting it down. She leans forward, into the closet again.::
“I do this for all my fans. I get the same rush from hearing them me in a high school gym, which only seats about a hundred people and I’m only making $20 after spending $50 to get there, as I do in them cheering for me inside a place like Madison Square Garden, which seats thousands and has a larger payday.”
“As much as I do this for me, as much as I love going to that ring and performing, I do it every bit as much for them, the people who paid their money to see us do what we do. Every single night I step out into that ring, I want to give them a show that they will remember and that will make them come back. I want to make that first time fan come back for because maybe he liked what he saw out of the whole, or liked my match, or, and I find this a lot, thinks I am pretty and wants to see as, many have put it, “chicks fight”.”
::From inside her closet, she sighs.::
“However, and this might just be ego talking, I do enjoy being a role model. There have been times when fans have told me that I inspired them to pursue a dream. I have had kids tell me that I am the reason they started taking karate or some martial art. People told me they kept on trying and never gave up because I never do. That right there, that makes it so much more worth it than the fame or the money or the t-shirts, toys and titles. Being the role model, that’s just the biggest thrill about doing what I do. I get to do what I love and possibly inspire people. Not too bad. No, that’s not too bad at all.”
::Leaning back, Amy holds up another open shoebox and looks at the dress. She looks at the shoes again, then at the dress, then at the shoes. Getting to her feet, she picks the dress up and walks to the adjacent bathroom. She closes the door a bit.::
“So it is for them as much as myself I fight. My fans never quit on me and I will never quit on them or in that ring. Win, lose or draw, I give every single match I have every thing I have.”
“Michael, you have had a great career. You are an accomplished and capable wrestler. You are a second generation wrestler and have proven that wrestling is in your blood. I can respect that. But, while I can respect it, I am not afraid of it.”
::Amy steps out of the bathroom, wearing the blue dress and matching heels. Her long hair is down, as she did not have time to do it. She steps to a mirror and looks at her reflection.::
“Well, I suppose this could work.”
::She turns from the mirror, stepping out of the shoes.::
“As I said Michael, I never give up. I keep fighting no matter how outmatched or outclassed I am. It does not matter if my opponent is bigger, stronger or faster than I am, I will fight with everything I have. And I will do so this week at Thursday Night Overdrive.”
“All my fans want to see me get into Test for the Best. They want to see me become World Heavyweight Champion. I want to get into Test for the Best and become World Heavyweight Champion. At Overdrive, I am going to go out there and do my best to make that happen. I have every intention of showing you and all my fans why I am simply Amy Zing.”
::She kneels down and picks the shoes off the floor.::
“Michael, I do wish you luck this week. I plan to try and kick your head off, but there’s no reason I cannot be polite about it. So, good luck and I will see you at Overdrive.”
::Amy walks towards the bathroom to change.::
