Post by arkiafisk on Jul 24, 2015 5:11:23 GMT -4
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SAT - July 19, 2015
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Arkia Fisk-Jones. A name that once came with so much acclaim and revelry. A worldwide following of love, hate, respect, or lust. She used to indulge in the reaction so much. She thrived on it. Whether it was good, bad, or indifferent it gave her a spark unlike anything in the world. The thousands screaming or booing from various arenas and fields. The gleam in her eyes would be unmistakable. She was home. Nothing fit for her more than the ring. Her business mind always came a close second but before she knew how to handle herself in a boardroom she always knew how to handle herself in the ring. Nothing else could be better in her mind. Nothing else could top that electricity. Nothing...
Until three little beings came into her life showing her there are titles bigger than 'Champion'. Mother.
Arkia watches the three small beings as her bags sit at the doorway of the nursery. This was it. Time for the grind again. Its been a year and two months since she packed in prep for a match. Before she'd sleep till the last minute, wash up, pack fast, and leave. Nothing really holding onto her or making her feel the need to stay. Her husband, Tj Jones, was an accomplished wrestler and former champion himself. He'd be the one waking her out of bed to tell her to hurry up due to her last minute antics. This time, it's so different. As their little chests go up and down in their deep sleep and Arkia can't help but smile at them. This time she did feel a sense of holding on. The responsibility to stay and be their mother as she should. She loves them more than anything else in the world. A part of her feels bad that she will be leaving them so frequently coming back to the ring. There's also the part that affirms her choice to return. Their mother is a wrestler. Ever since that first practice on the wrestling mat before puberty made its entrance, she's been a wrestler. She needs to feel that again. The lights and the excitement from all the fans surrounding her. The work and grind that it takes to be successful. Her identity as a mother and wife isn't the same as being a wrestler. She needs that sense of individuality again. She needs to get away.
Her face drops a little bit at the thought of truth. Her pregnancy was rough with her health problems and high risk having three children. An ailment with her to this day, one she will have to continuously be cleared for by APW doctors just to compete. Certain dramas surrounded her nine months and it didn't make things any easier. She felt alone at times. She felt unappreciated at times. Felt like a stranger or second rate citizen in her own home at times. Hormones and overreactions perhaps? Maybe not. The mansion Arkia and Tj lived back in Philly when they were both a part of the Platinum Dynasty Wrestling was taken off the market. She wanted to keep a haven around just in case she felt that need to escape. More than anything else she looks at her children to make sure she's doing this for the right reasons. Is she going back to the sport she loves for love? Or for an escape?
Kissing each of their foreheads in their aligned cribs Arkia makes sure to not wake them. Stella Marie, Thomas Jacob Andrew IV, and May Lynn. Her heartbeat. Her lifesblood. She knew if she needed to escape she could. If she needed to take a break nothing ever stopped her from traveling to Newark just like she's doing this morning. The last week to prepare and be ready for the return of one of the best wrestling promotions in history. A return where she's in the main event. A return where the first impressions are everything. No, this isn't to get away because she didn't fully want to leave. She wants to be the mother her mother was to her. Strong, good natured, and loving. She also wants to be a part of a resurgence. A return of the greatest order. A new history to be written one that her children can one day see live instead of an old tape of past times. A return that will make her husband proud. One that will make her children proud. Make them all...proud. She loves the sport...always have, always will but on top of that she loves her family. That's never something to run from. You always run towards it.
Arkia looks down at them with a knowing smile before whispering. "Mommy's gonna go make y'all proud ok? I love you gremmies." She turns slowly grabs her bags and exits the room. Turning the corner she almost runs right into her husband nearly jumping out of her skin.
"Jesus fucking Christ Thomas." She states as low as she can to not wake their children with her hand to chest regaining her composure. "Try to kill me."
Tj Jones smirks at her before placing his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry love but that was hilarious." He also keeps his tone low. "Are you ready?" He looks at the bags around her feet that she dropped in her moment of shock.
Arkia closes in laying her head near his chest always enjoying the feel of him near her. She knew he was asking the question for more than just the obvious. Is she ready to be back in the grind? Is she ready to perform at the highest level again? Is she ready to stare professional wrestling's best in the face? Is she ready for this change as a whole? Is she ready?
Well is she?
Arkia looks back at the nursery for just a moment before a smile forms from ear to ear. Her confidence coming through from every pore in her body. "Yes Tj...I'm ready. Back to business."
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Resurgence (rĭ-sûr′jəns):
1. A continuing after interruption; a renewal.
2. A restoration to use, acceptance, activity, or vigor; a revival.
Still got it huh? Well, we won't know until July 26th. This is the first of many ladies and gentleman. The comeback that kills all other comebacks. I could say I'm speaking of myself but I'm really not that big a deal...
Lies...I know right?
YES...Action Packed Wrestling. It's back and it's real. The significance of a resurgence. A new beginning. To be a part of this makes me very excited. With the return of a mecca comes the return of a pretty damn good technician if I do say so myself. haha. I know Rebel. I've battled Rebel. The history books of Phoenix Wrestling are written with both of us in many pages so when I was told that he would be one of the main cogs turning this new wheel of APW greatness...I would be a fool not to bring my specialized services. I know he'll be bringing a business mind and putting the talent on the line. No place for politics or fuckery. That's something I can agree with. To know I am one of the few to kick this off lets me know he knows even with being out for more than a year that Business is exactly that...I've never been anything else but that. To be honest I didn't think I'd see myself on this card as the main event. That is something that has given me even more honor in the grand look of things. I'm not one of the APW's old guard. I've made my appearances. Spent my time in numerous Survive and Conquers but to stand in the Main Event of the first Deception show...I'm humbled and I'm thankful. This return of APW is gonna be better than ever and I will be making APW proud. Questions still stand though and I am willing to address them. How have I changed? People don't take a break and come back the same. Am I still the Arkia Fisk of old? Well...
Am I still cocky? Of course.
Have my insecurities? Without a doubt.
But with all the changes my personal life has given me, inside that ring...no...I have not changed. I am still that same Brick City Bombshell that will kick your a** from NY to LA. No, that has not changed. Neither has my pride which is why I'm bringing my best to APW. I'm starting off with the best foot I can to show each of you why this resurgence is coming with warning. My goal? Simple. To do the same as I have done my entire career...make you proud. Become a staple and one of the best. Make Rebel proud that he signed me. Make him proud that I've been placed in the main event. Make my fans proud that they have been and will be the newly named Booby's and Boobette's...
Yes, It's a terrible name and I love it...I thank you Joey Miles.
And with that let me address things that have changed, CJ Gates. Unlike me he is an APW homer. The books of APW are plastered with his name. A man of respect, hard work, and dignity...
At least he used to be...
We have traveled similar paths you know Gates? Experts...Survive and Conquer. Everywhere I've ever been I've seen you bust your a** and go to work in the ring. Win or lose you'd put your feet to the grindstone and do whatever you needed to perform. You connected with the fans and in return they loved you. You connected with your peers and in return they loved you...well most anyway. I respect any man who is about the work and not the fame. Anyone who is in this work showing themselves to be a true professional. You had that CJ...you did that. Apparently it became old to you because at the APW Reunion Show you lost two of those things. Respect and Dignity. Respect, something you said you held high for Mark Mania. A friend with this world of rivals and haters. You lost heavy sight of that once that hand slapped three times and the bell rung and deemed you the loser. In a match with so much skill and poetry in motion and you ruin it all being a f**king b***h. Kudos...really...kudos...
With friends like you who needs f**kboys? You are it all rolled in one. A snake, a fake, a lame.
Where did it become the 'in' thing to lose respect? Where do they apply for that title? Even with all the beefs and hate that this world can bring at a reunion show that is not the place to implement them. It's disgraceful. That was a celebration of accomplishments and history that you helped this place lay down. APW was the pinnacle of professional wrestling with only a few companies able to keep up to its standard. That, is something to celebrate. Something to take pride in. Instead of that, you decided to make it a coming out party of sorts to show just what you HAVEN'T learned in your time away from the ring.
Want to know what I've learned in my time away? How to guide. How to nurture. How to maintain and hold down a household. How to stay dedicated to my goals and get back where I belong. How to train myself from looking like Honey Boo Boo's next door neighbor back to the bombshell I am now. How to give and take in my marriage because I am very damn self centered and selfish at times. Fact is there's lessons and growth in my time. All you've learned is how to be a sore loser. Something you should of gotten out of you system in childhood. I guess my new motherly experiences will be necessary for use here in the ring because it seems you are the little child that has led himself astray. I'm here to help you CJ. I'm here to help guide you back from your errant ways. My kids are far too young for a**whippins but I suppose you will be a suitable warm up till they come of age...
Now where the f**k is my belt?
Without that respect where is APW? Where are the Terry Marvin's or the Level One's without that? Returning top stars like Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey where are they without the respect? Don't twist the words up. We aint on the playground. Go big or go home right? Wasn't aware the go home meant to throw a tantrum like a little boy that takes his ball and goes home crying to momma. I'da slapped your a** soon as you walked in the door but anyway let me get back on topic.
I don't have to like nann one of you but respect...goes a long way. Taking the loss like a professional...goes a long way. Example just for you Gates. I don't like your recent actions. I don't respect you as a man of the ring BUT...I do respect your ability. I saw the match you had against Mania crystal clear. You are still a pure worker in that ring and to slight you there only messes up my own chances in defeating you. So, I haven't slipped in my preperation of you. I haven't slacked or stepped off in anyway. Because you may be a b***h but at least you a fighting one.
I'm bringing Hall of Fame level work to APW. I'm looking for my name enshrined and highlighted again. It's why I'm standing in the Main Event because you may not know exactly how I get down but our Vice President does. Many on this roster you sitting with sure does. For those that don't know who I am, you CJ Gates are my guinea pig. On July 26th you will help me not only introduce the resurgence of APW to the world but also Business 101 - Intro to B***hmade A**kicking. Welcome to class CJ...welcome to class.
If you try to fly, I will ground you. If you try to fight, I will outlast you. You got a little weight on me. Most of my opponents do but when I end up flipping you for the first time you'll realize that doesn't matter. The most diligent wrestler your eyes will ever see is back. You can drop me...drop me again...beat me...damn near kill me...I stand. Each and every time. The question is will you put me down long enough for three? And if you think I've worked my a** off since January of this year to be passed out like a homeless drunk on the Boulevard you have got me severely mistaken.
If you think I'm taking a stomping like Mania after I beat your a** in a motherly fashion...you got me f**ked up.
If you think Mark Mania will be coming to this ring for revenge on you during my time to show you and the world busine$$...you got me screwed up.
If you think I'm not coming firing all shots for your head at DING...you're gonna be tore up.
And if ANY of you think Buckson Gooch is going to touch me by raising my hand in victory...you definitely got the wrong one.
Have you seen this guy? HEELLLLL NO...that aint happening. I keep myself up too well to be slopped up by a unwashed hand.
Yes Gooch I'm talking to you. Don't you even THINK about touching me. I don't care if you implementing a five count against the turnbuckle, the ropes, or raising my hand in victory. You touch me you coming back fingerless. I'm from Jersey there is always a blade on me. I will give you something from your body to feed to your pigs...no bulls**t.
This is the resurgence. The reintroduction of APW and Ms. Busine$$. Unfortunately for you CJ, I gotta show em how I make em proud.
"Still got it baby boy."
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Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Arkia Fisk-Jones. A name that once came with so much acclaim and revelry. A worldwide following of love, hate, respect, or lust. She used to indulge in the reaction so much. She thrived on it. Whether it was good, bad, or indifferent it gave her a spark unlike anything in the world. The thousands screaming or booing from various arenas and fields. The gleam in her eyes would be unmistakable. She was home. Nothing fit for her more than the ring. Her business mind always came a close second but before she knew how to handle herself in a boardroom she always knew how to handle herself in the ring. Nothing else could be better in her mind. Nothing else could top that electricity. Nothing...
Until three little beings came into her life showing her there are titles bigger than 'Champion'. Mother.
Arkia watches the three small beings as her bags sit at the doorway of the nursery. This was it. Time for the grind again. Its been a year and two months since she packed in prep for a match. Before she'd sleep till the last minute, wash up, pack fast, and leave. Nothing really holding onto her or making her feel the need to stay. Her husband, Tj Jones, was an accomplished wrestler and former champion himself. He'd be the one waking her out of bed to tell her to hurry up due to her last minute antics. This time, it's so different. As their little chests go up and down in their deep sleep and Arkia can't help but smile at them. This time she did feel a sense of holding on. The responsibility to stay and be their mother as she should. She loves them more than anything else in the world. A part of her feels bad that she will be leaving them so frequently coming back to the ring. There's also the part that affirms her choice to return. Their mother is a wrestler. Ever since that first practice on the wrestling mat before puberty made its entrance, she's been a wrestler. She needs to feel that again. The lights and the excitement from all the fans surrounding her. The work and grind that it takes to be successful. Her identity as a mother and wife isn't the same as being a wrestler. She needs that sense of individuality again. She needs to get away.
Her face drops a little bit at the thought of truth. Her pregnancy was rough with her health problems and high risk having three children. An ailment with her to this day, one she will have to continuously be cleared for by APW doctors just to compete. Certain dramas surrounded her nine months and it didn't make things any easier. She felt alone at times. She felt unappreciated at times. Felt like a stranger or second rate citizen in her own home at times. Hormones and overreactions perhaps? Maybe not. The mansion Arkia and Tj lived back in Philly when they were both a part of the Platinum Dynasty Wrestling was taken off the market. She wanted to keep a haven around just in case she felt that need to escape. More than anything else she looks at her children to make sure she's doing this for the right reasons. Is she going back to the sport she loves for love? Or for an escape?
Kissing each of their foreheads in their aligned cribs Arkia makes sure to not wake them. Stella Marie, Thomas Jacob Andrew IV, and May Lynn. Her heartbeat. Her lifesblood. She knew if she needed to escape she could. If she needed to take a break nothing ever stopped her from traveling to Newark just like she's doing this morning. The last week to prepare and be ready for the return of one of the best wrestling promotions in history. A return where she's in the main event. A return where the first impressions are everything. No, this isn't to get away because she didn't fully want to leave. She wants to be the mother her mother was to her. Strong, good natured, and loving. She also wants to be a part of a resurgence. A return of the greatest order. A new history to be written one that her children can one day see live instead of an old tape of past times. A return that will make her husband proud. One that will make her children proud. Make them all...proud. She loves the sport...always have, always will but on top of that she loves her family. That's never something to run from. You always run towards it.
Arkia looks down at them with a knowing smile before whispering. "Mommy's gonna go make y'all proud ok? I love you gremmies." She turns slowly grabs her bags and exits the room. Turning the corner she almost runs right into her husband nearly jumping out of her skin.
"Jesus fucking Christ Thomas." She states as low as she can to not wake their children with her hand to chest regaining her composure. "Try to kill me."
Tj Jones smirks at her before placing his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry love but that was hilarious." He also keeps his tone low. "Are you ready?" He looks at the bags around her feet that she dropped in her moment of shock.
Arkia closes in laying her head near his chest always enjoying the feel of him near her. She knew he was asking the question for more than just the obvious. Is she ready to be back in the grind? Is she ready to perform at the highest level again? Is she ready to stare professional wrestling's best in the face? Is she ready for this change as a whole? Is she ready?
Well is she?
Arkia looks back at the nursery for just a moment before a smile forms from ear to ear. Her confidence coming through from every pore in her body. "Yes Tj...I'm ready. Back to business."
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Resurgence (rĭ-sûr′jəns):
1. A continuing after interruption; a renewal.
2. A restoration to use, acceptance, activity, or vigor; a revival.
Still got it huh? Well, we won't know until July 26th. This is the first of many ladies and gentleman. The comeback that kills all other comebacks. I could say I'm speaking of myself but I'm really not that big a deal...
Lies...I know right?
YES...Action Packed Wrestling. It's back and it's real. The significance of a resurgence. A new beginning. To be a part of this makes me very excited. With the return of a mecca comes the return of a pretty damn good technician if I do say so myself. haha. I know Rebel. I've battled Rebel. The history books of Phoenix Wrestling are written with both of us in many pages so when I was told that he would be one of the main cogs turning this new wheel of APW greatness...I would be a fool not to bring my specialized services. I know he'll be bringing a business mind and putting the talent on the line. No place for politics or fuckery. That's something I can agree with. To know I am one of the few to kick this off lets me know he knows even with being out for more than a year that Business is exactly that...I've never been anything else but that. To be honest I didn't think I'd see myself on this card as the main event. That is something that has given me even more honor in the grand look of things. I'm not one of the APW's old guard. I've made my appearances. Spent my time in numerous Survive and Conquers but to stand in the Main Event of the first Deception show...I'm humbled and I'm thankful. This return of APW is gonna be better than ever and I will be making APW proud. Questions still stand though and I am willing to address them. How have I changed? People don't take a break and come back the same. Am I still the Arkia Fisk of old? Well...
Am I still cocky? Of course.
Have my insecurities? Without a doubt.
But with all the changes my personal life has given me, inside that ring...no...I have not changed. I am still that same Brick City Bombshell that will kick your a** from NY to LA. No, that has not changed. Neither has my pride which is why I'm bringing my best to APW. I'm starting off with the best foot I can to show each of you why this resurgence is coming with warning. My goal? Simple. To do the same as I have done my entire career...make you proud. Become a staple and one of the best. Make Rebel proud that he signed me. Make him proud that I've been placed in the main event. Make my fans proud that they have been and will be the newly named Booby's and Boobette's...
Yes, It's a terrible name and I love it...I thank you Joey Miles.
And with that let me address things that have changed, CJ Gates. Unlike me he is an APW homer. The books of APW are plastered with his name. A man of respect, hard work, and dignity...
At least he used to be...
We have traveled similar paths you know Gates? Experts...Survive and Conquer. Everywhere I've ever been I've seen you bust your a** and go to work in the ring. Win or lose you'd put your feet to the grindstone and do whatever you needed to perform. You connected with the fans and in return they loved you. You connected with your peers and in return they loved you...well most anyway. I respect any man who is about the work and not the fame. Anyone who is in this work showing themselves to be a true professional. You had that CJ...you did that. Apparently it became old to you because at the APW Reunion Show you lost two of those things. Respect and Dignity. Respect, something you said you held high for Mark Mania. A friend with this world of rivals and haters. You lost heavy sight of that once that hand slapped three times and the bell rung and deemed you the loser. In a match with so much skill and poetry in motion and you ruin it all being a f**king b***h. Kudos...really...kudos...
With friends like you who needs f**kboys? You are it all rolled in one. A snake, a fake, a lame.
Where did it become the 'in' thing to lose respect? Where do they apply for that title? Even with all the beefs and hate that this world can bring at a reunion show that is not the place to implement them. It's disgraceful. That was a celebration of accomplishments and history that you helped this place lay down. APW was the pinnacle of professional wrestling with only a few companies able to keep up to its standard. That, is something to celebrate. Something to take pride in. Instead of that, you decided to make it a coming out party of sorts to show just what you HAVEN'T learned in your time away from the ring.
Want to know what I've learned in my time away? How to guide. How to nurture. How to maintain and hold down a household. How to stay dedicated to my goals and get back where I belong. How to train myself from looking like Honey Boo Boo's next door neighbor back to the bombshell I am now. How to give and take in my marriage because I am very damn self centered and selfish at times. Fact is there's lessons and growth in my time. All you've learned is how to be a sore loser. Something you should of gotten out of you system in childhood. I guess my new motherly experiences will be necessary for use here in the ring because it seems you are the little child that has led himself astray. I'm here to help you CJ. I'm here to help guide you back from your errant ways. My kids are far too young for a**whippins but I suppose you will be a suitable warm up till they come of age...
Now where the f**k is my belt?
Without that respect where is APW? Where are the Terry Marvin's or the Level One's without that? Returning top stars like Sally Talfourd and Anthony Bailey where are they without the respect? Don't twist the words up. We aint on the playground. Go big or go home right? Wasn't aware the go home meant to throw a tantrum like a little boy that takes his ball and goes home crying to momma. I'da slapped your a** soon as you walked in the door but anyway let me get back on topic.
I don't have to like nann one of you but respect...goes a long way. Taking the loss like a professional...goes a long way. Example just for you Gates. I don't like your recent actions. I don't respect you as a man of the ring BUT...I do respect your ability. I saw the match you had against Mania crystal clear. You are still a pure worker in that ring and to slight you there only messes up my own chances in defeating you. So, I haven't slipped in my preperation of you. I haven't slacked or stepped off in anyway. Because you may be a b***h but at least you a fighting one.
I'm bringing Hall of Fame level work to APW. I'm looking for my name enshrined and highlighted again. It's why I'm standing in the Main Event because you may not know exactly how I get down but our Vice President does. Many on this roster you sitting with sure does. For those that don't know who I am, you CJ Gates are my guinea pig. On July 26th you will help me not only introduce the resurgence of APW to the world but also Business 101 - Intro to B***hmade A**kicking. Welcome to class CJ...welcome to class.
If you try to fly, I will ground you. If you try to fight, I will outlast you. You got a little weight on me. Most of my opponents do but when I end up flipping you for the first time you'll realize that doesn't matter. The most diligent wrestler your eyes will ever see is back. You can drop me...drop me again...beat me...damn near kill me...I stand. Each and every time. The question is will you put me down long enough for three? And if you think I've worked my a** off since January of this year to be passed out like a homeless drunk on the Boulevard you have got me severely mistaken.
If you think I'm taking a stomping like Mania after I beat your a** in a motherly fashion...you got me f**ked up.
If you think Mark Mania will be coming to this ring for revenge on you during my time to show you and the world busine$$...you got me screwed up.
If you think I'm not coming firing all shots for your head at DING...you're gonna be tore up.
And if ANY of you think Buckson Gooch is going to touch me by raising my hand in victory...you definitely got the wrong one.
Have you seen this guy? HEELLLLL NO...that aint happening. I keep myself up too well to be slopped up by a unwashed hand.
Yes Gooch I'm talking to you. Don't you even THINK about touching me. I don't care if you implementing a five count against the turnbuckle, the ropes, or raising my hand in victory. You touch me you coming back fingerless. I'm from Jersey there is always a blade on me. I will give you something from your body to feed to your pigs...no bulls**t.
This is the resurgence. The reintroduction of APW and Ms. Busine$$. Unfortunately for you CJ, I gotta show em how I make em proud.
"Still got it baby boy."
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