Jack Savage [vs] Zane Orion

back in Nevada, Zane was just enjoying herself at a club, minding her own business at the bar when a girl started yelling her name questionably. She didn’t pay the girl any mind because the tone in the girls voice was confrontational and with people like that its best to ignore them and not even add fuel to the fire.

Zane wasn’t there to get in a brawl, she was just there to chill out and think over some of the things that have been happening in her life. Things seem to settle down until the girl decided to invade in her personal space and thats when Zane figured out who it was. It was her foster family’s daughter who she was with about a year.

She was always so pissed off at her because her dad spent a lot of time with Zane, but if she knew what he was really doing and why he was doing it she was sure she would be singing a different tune right about now. Even with the abuse and sexual assault from the man for some reason Zane couldn’t bring herself to telling the authorities maybe she was scared or maybe she didn’t want to crush the woman’s life who took care of her when she didn’t even need to.

Either way, it seemed like the more she ignored her foster sister, the more pissed she got. Soon she was up in Zane’s face and Zane asked her nicely to back away but the girl started to push her and Zane was just done. Beat the girl down with ease. busted up her nose with a head butt, knocked some of her teeth out with a punch to the jaw, which kind of tweaked her wrist because she didn’t do it properly and the bitch was down. Security came helped the bitch up and was nice enough to start escorting Zane out but during this time, the girl got her Boo to get the bartenders bat and come at Zane with it.

And sure enough, with all the distraction it was easy for the dude to come from behind her and just swing it at her head knocking Zane out and while she was under she started having some intense flashbacks of the day she got ran over, and it got her thinking that maybe she better talk to someone about it.


Zane sat in Miss Teller’s office, staring at her nameplate that was sitting on her desk and she couldn’t help by smile, chuckling to herself causing Miss Teller, a brunette bun wearing woman to look up at her.

Miss Tellar:  What’s so funny?

Sitting back in her seat Zane just smiled.

Zane: It’s your name, it got me thinking of something.

Miss Tellar:  and what does it have you thinking about?

Zane: Dr Seuss

She answered a bit surprised that Miss Teller might not even know Dr. Seuss. In response, Miss Teller looked at Zane a bit oddly. Sighing, Zane lazily recited the line from ‘There’s a Wocket in my Pocket!’

Zane: Like the Tellar and the Nellar, and the Gellar, and the Dellar, and the Bellar, and the Wellar, and the Zellar, in the Cellar.

Miss Tellar:  That quite interesting Miss Orion. Did you read it before or after you were in the coma?

Zane: After.

Miss Tellar:  are you sure?

Rolling her eyes, Zane shook her head as she licked her lips a bit agitated.

Zane: You know, I think i’m gonna go back to Mr. Thomas sorry that you decided to waste my time.

As Zane stood to leave so did Miss Teller, as the look of worry took over her face.

Miss Tellar:  But he’s retired!

Zane: You don’t think I know that? I was his patient for three fuckin years. But he know me and my story. I don’t think I should have to suffer and push rewind and play for you.

Miss Tellar: But I got all his notes on you and everything!

Zane: Just because you got some damn notes on me doesn’t mean you know me. It was proven when you decided to ask me a stupid ass question that you already knew the answer to.

As Zane went to walk out the door she stopped and turned giving her attention back  to Teller.

Zane: I know when I leave you gonna call him and warn him so let me just have you send a message to him. Tell him that his replacement has no idea how to do her job and she thinks that just because she read about someone, she thinks she knows them and they suddenly have this magical bond and trust that people build over a long period of time and not in a matter of seconds.

As she leaves, Zane knew she was making the right decision. Trying to start over with someone with something so fragile was hard especially when you already gave that trust to someone else. Mr. Thomas knew it best, it almost felt like he has been there since the accident happened. If she was going to share her remembering what color the vehicle was it was going to be to him.


Whistling dixie, Zane is shown sitting on a flight of stairs seemingly leading nowhere. People who are watching are probably wondering, where is she? where do those stairs lead? camera man why can’t you go up and let us see, but all they get is the beautiful Zane wearing her ring attire chewing some bubble yum, and occasionally blowing a bubble here and there and popping to make the POP sound and causing it to echo through the empty staircase.

Letting out a yawn, she finally looks at the camera not looking too enthused. Could be because of her up and coming match, or it could just be a boring ass fucking day in general, or tiring. Whatever the case she let out a sigh...

Zane: I think we can all agree that my last match was a joke on so many levels. You learned more about Roland Drax in that one night than you would if you got on the internet and looked up the dudes bio. I mean who in their right mind is just gonna wear a black g-string under their damn trunks? Were you trying not to show any panty lines? Do you even know what wearing black undergarments mean? It means you wanna have sex. So I want to know what the hell were thinking when you found out you were gonna have a match against me. Did you think i was gonna take your hand and guide your ass underneath the ring and have my way with you? Is that what you were hoping? Cause all I got to say to your ass if thats the case, you be trying to live your life as a fantasy. So you keep dreaming that i would even take interest in a pathetic man like you who can’t even bounce back from a wardrobe mouthfunction? Sorry about your damn luck. Besides I wouldn’t want to be seen with a pathetic man like you anyway. I mean you be in the same category as Nikita Luck, when you can;t handle your losses you just bow out like a mother fuckin pussy.

You all be like “I lost to Zane Orion? yeah i’m outie”, Its like you all expect me to not know my shit when it comes to in ring action. I mean sure I can understand people underestimating me. I’m five two, I don’t post on twitter how i’m working out for such and such match. Hell sometimes people don’t even know I have a match going on. I ain’t no advertiser, thats not what I get paid to do. You want me to start doing that shit I best see some extra zeros on my pay check. HA i’m just playin. I ain’t all about the pay, I just do what I do because its fun... and fun humiliating people and making them look like a fool for you kind folks in the stands and watching at home.

Smiling a bit, she lets out a small laugh. Thats what she do, she is a fighter and an entertainer. If the people ain’t entertained then she ain’t doing her damn job.

Leaning forward a bit, she rests her elbows on her knees, keeping her eyes on the camera seeing how that is basically who she be talking to.

Zane: and since its obvious we like having fun at other people's expense... my next target the present to me is Jack Savage that has been referred to as a cockroach to me. He is the man that no matter how many times he gets beat down no matter what he is the best damn wrestler their ever was and will be. Sorry to tell you this pops, but there is a time in ones career where they just be stuck in the glory days and i think you be suffering from that. You were a champion, i’ll give you that but that shit was like four scores and seven years ago man and its sad that you still be trying for what you lost. Lets take a look at how your matches go down. You go head to head with green horns and people who suck at their own profession, you win. When you go head to head with big names  that know what the hell they doing you lose.

From my own logic, which is probably making you smile ear to ear right now, you probably think you got this match in the bag but... you don’t. Unlike most new bees, I know what the hell i’m doing and so far I haven’t made one mistake. The only mistake I can even think of wasn’t even a mistake. All I did was reverse a move and apparently that is the end of the world to some people. That is almost like Blyss being hypocritical about me posting a picture of my naked back and then trying to justify that her naked picture with her mosquito bite titties was okay to be posted. I didn’t realize twitter had a picture approval police. Because if they did I’m damn sure they would have sent her a dm saying: “your boobs gotta be so big to be posted or she could get arrested and fined for posting kid pornography.” Then her friend at the time could have been twitter jailed to because she be an accomplice.  

I think you know what I be getting at, but FYI the bitch has yet to apologize to me. Yeah... so anyway Savage, Jack Savage, the Savage one, the Jack of all trades and the master of none, me even with my logic i’m still going to beat your ass. Your old, your slow, and your ass be predictable. After 100 years in this sport you’d think you learn a few new tricks but nuh, you still got the same moves as you did when you were in your mothers womb. Kick, kick, punch, sleeper hold on the unbilacincord. I haven’t even fought you but i got this feeling that i know you like i know the back of my own damn hand.

You washed up and wasted, and getting a few wins here and there won’t change that. I’m what people come to see, they don’t come to see an old man still trying to strut his stuff with his man flabs a flapping “WOOO” and they don’t wanna watch some man break a sweat after he does one move or who can’t even fully pull off his finisher without breaking a hip, “BROTHER”. They also don’t wanna keep hearing a broken record like that joke. Pete and Repeat were in a boat, Pete fell out, who was left? Repeat. Sorry but there ain’t no “WINDS OF CHANGE” in your future.

Chuckling a bit, she wipes her mouth with her hand.

Zane: I’m the only Zanian and I speak Zannese and at Heros Also Die i’m gonna get you on your knees, you be beggin me please, i got you cryin now, you making me feel sorry now, but wait... you be the villain, no need for me to feel sorry, you choose your path, you paved it and now I’m gonna defeat you cause I be the mother fuckin hero.

Still standing, as it should be, and after I defeat you I hope you realize that maybe its best you quit, like everyone else that I defeated before you, take a step back, get off the BattleGrounds and maybe go to the training grounds of Undergrounds and try to get your shit together.

Thinking a bit, she couldn’t help but crack a smile realizing that shit rhymed. She got proud of her self for a moment, even going as far as taping her self on the back doing something she wasn’t even intending on doing.

Zane: lets face it Savage, you just hút, chupar, suu, shǔnxī, sucer, sosat', in other words and in a language you’d probably understand,you just suck. S-U-C-K. Let the new generation have its turn cause all you are anymore is a stepping stone, a joke, and people can’t respect that. People are starting to stop respecting you for keeping up the fight for so long. You should have let your career die in UECW. I heard you were madly respected there for what you did and for what you have achieved. You should have just retired after that cause all you doing now is trashing your name like wanna be cheater Flex Johnson who wants to drop his woman like a bad habit. I’m not gonna wish you luck homie, because even if i did, it would help the inevitable. Hopefully when I beat you, you get some fuckin clarity pops. Now I’m going to mine as I listen to some beats before I gotta retire your ass...

Putting a set of orange earbuds in her ears, she turns up her mp3 and begins to move to the music, even smiling a bit and laughing as the image of her begins to fade.