Post by Malicia Savage on Mar 29, 2007 1:25:20 GMT -5
The small building on Sahara Avenue in Las Vegas is quiet.. almost. All the students have gone home for the night, battered and exhausted from their training regimen.. except for one. The heavy bags rest, still and idle.. except for one. The sound of flesh meeting leather resonates throughout the facility. For one student remains.. the one who for the last week has been the first one into this training center and is always the last to leave. A lone light remains illuminated on one small corner of this place. It lights a single heavy bag.. and the student pummeling it with a fury rarely seen inside this dojo. As the camera zooms closer, two figures come into view. A short, stout male and a tall, muscular female. Closer still.. the long blond hair of the female fighter is tied back tightly and the ponytail swings wildly as she attacks the bag with a series of vicious knee strikes.. left.. right.. left.. right.. she pounds the bag with a rhythm of violence.. a consistency familiar with that of an experienced fighter in the traditional art of Muay Thai. Her movements are graceful, yet deliberate.. practiced. Fluent. Her master claps his hands twice quickly.
Master: Enough, Malicia. Very good, Nak Su. You have been keeping up with your training. Your technique seems to lose its flaws with every passing day. Like a diamond losing its imperfections to culminate in its final, purest form. It is so good to see you back. But I am wondering, Malicia.. why did you come back? I have followed your career, and you are doing so well in the world of professional wrestling. Have you chosen to forsake the glamour for more.. pure.. combat?
Malicia stops and wipes the sweat from her forehead, her breathing labored and rapid from the intense training. She shakes her head as she takes a drink from the water bottle handed to her by her master.
Malicia: No, Kru Somchai. My motivations are much different. You have watched. You have seen what I have been doing to my opponents. Every one, like dominoes, fall. The last time.. inside the confines of that steel cage.. it changed me, Kru Somchai. When I had Jonny C helpless.. defenseless.. and all I could do was hurt him even more. Punish him for the actions of his partner. And then when I took the Cherokee Warrior.. a man I mocked for so long.. and I was able to visualize everything he had said.. every word.. every action.. every impurity in his soul mirrored with that of mine.. I no longer felt in control. The animal took over. I felt as if everything I had learned had been for nothing. Everything I had been taught about discipline and self-control was forgotten in that moment when I delivered that first Kao Tone. A maneuver that I have called...
Kru Somchai: The Bangkok Kiss. A nod to your training in Muay Thai. Yes, I have seen it. But never with the ferocity that you deliver it, Nak Su. Never have I seen its use so vicious.. so brutal.. so.. primitive. And yet so flawless. So perfect. Yet I never see you utilize any of your other techniques, Malicia. Why is that? Why do you choose to abandon everything else and yet in the final moments, you strike with the Kao Tone to finish? Your style of combat could be so much more refined.. so much more fluent.. so much more effective.. if you were to incorporate more of what I have taught you.
Malicia sits down on a steel chair that rests against the wall. She begins to massage a knot that has formed just above her left knee.
Malicia: I know, Kru Somchai. I have strayed from the teachings. I think that is why I've come back. To get back in tune with the real Nak Su inside me. There is so much more I am capable of. I want to reclaim it, Kru. I want to become that Nak Su that you spent so long training and directing. I know that next week I will be entering the ring once again against a man who I have punished so many times before. Someone named Jonny C.
Kru Somchai: The one who thinks himself to be infamous. Yes, I know of him. His ignorance and insolence brings a guilty smile every time I see him. His style of wrestling reeks of glamour.. of posturing.. of one who panders to the crowd that jeers his every move and action. Yet he still chooses to play to them, as if he takes pleasure in their derision. But not you, Malicia.. you seem to be unaffected by those who sit in awe of you. Some of them even cheer for you, and yet you do not acknowledge them. Your focus is without parallel. Not even in some of the greatest Nak Su I have ever trained have I seen the fire that burns in your eyes.
Malicia: But something is missing, Kru. The passion.. the desire.. the drive.. it seems to be fading. And if I lose it now, especially against one that has proven himself inferior every time we have met..
Kru Somchai: You will regain it, Malicia. For you have taken the first step by returning to the dojo. By returning to your Kru and acknowledging that you have strayed and you wish to be reconnected. Everyone fears Malicia Savage, the wrestler. But next week, they will see something else. Jonny C will see something else. He, and the rest of the world, will stand in awe of Malicia Savage.. one of the most feared and complete wrestlers in the world.. and they will also see Malicia Savage, Nak Su of Muay Thai and one of the greatest that I have ever taken under my wing. Now come. To your feet. You have yet to show me a Kao Loi that I know is within you.
Malicia: Yes, Kru Somchai.
Malicia gets to her feet and inhales deeply, takes a step toward the bag and sets her left foot, pushing off and leaping into the air, bringing her right knee over to slam into the heavy bag as the camera fades to black.
Master: Enough, Malicia. Very good, Nak Su. You have been keeping up with your training. Your technique seems to lose its flaws with every passing day. Like a diamond losing its imperfections to culminate in its final, purest form. It is so good to see you back. But I am wondering, Malicia.. why did you come back? I have followed your career, and you are doing so well in the world of professional wrestling. Have you chosen to forsake the glamour for more.. pure.. combat?
Malicia stops and wipes the sweat from her forehead, her breathing labored and rapid from the intense training. She shakes her head as she takes a drink from the water bottle handed to her by her master.
Malicia: No, Kru Somchai. My motivations are much different. You have watched. You have seen what I have been doing to my opponents. Every one, like dominoes, fall. The last time.. inside the confines of that steel cage.. it changed me, Kru Somchai. When I had Jonny C helpless.. defenseless.. and all I could do was hurt him even more. Punish him for the actions of his partner. And then when I took the Cherokee Warrior.. a man I mocked for so long.. and I was able to visualize everything he had said.. every word.. every action.. every impurity in his soul mirrored with that of mine.. I no longer felt in control. The animal took over. I felt as if everything I had learned had been for nothing. Everything I had been taught about discipline and self-control was forgotten in that moment when I delivered that first Kao Tone. A maneuver that I have called...
Kru Somchai: The Bangkok Kiss. A nod to your training in Muay Thai. Yes, I have seen it. But never with the ferocity that you deliver it, Nak Su. Never have I seen its use so vicious.. so brutal.. so.. primitive. And yet so flawless. So perfect. Yet I never see you utilize any of your other techniques, Malicia. Why is that? Why do you choose to abandon everything else and yet in the final moments, you strike with the Kao Tone to finish? Your style of combat could be so much more refined.. so much more fluent.. so much more effective.. if you were to incorporate more of what I have taught you.
Malicia sits down on a steel chair that rests against the wall. She begins to massage a knot that has formed just above her left knee.
Malicia: I know, Kru Somchai. I have strayed from the teachings. I think that is why I've come back. To get back in tune with the real Nak Su inside me. There is so much more I am capable of. I want to reclaim it, Kru. I want to become that Nak Su that you spent so long training and directing. I know that next week I will be entering the ring once again against a man who I have punished so many times before. Someone named Jonny C.
Kru Somchai: The one who thinks himself to be infamous. Yes, I know of him. His ignorance and insolence brings a guilty smile every time I see him. His style of wrestling reeks of glamour.. of posturing.. of one who panders to the crowd that jeers his every move and action. Yet he still chooses to play to them, as if he takes pleasure in their derision. But not you, Malicia.. you seem to be unaffected by those who sit in awe of you. Some of them even cheer for you, and yet you do not acknowledge them. Your focus is without parallel. Not even in some of the greatest Nak Su I have ever trained have I seen the fire that burns in your eyes.
Malicia: But something is missing, Kru. The passion.. the desire.. the drive.. it seems to be fading. And if I lose it now, especially against one that has proven himself inferior every time we have met..
Kru Somchai: You will regain it, Malicia. For you have taken the first step by returning to the dojo. By returning to your Kru and acknowledging that you have strayed and you wish to be reconnected. Everyone fears Malicia Savage, the wrestler. But next week, they will see something else. Jonny C will see something else. He, and the rest of the world, will stand in awe of Malicia Savage.. one of the most feared and complete wrestlers in the world.. and they will also see Malicia Savage, Nak Su of Muay Thai and one of the greatest that I have ever taken under my wing. Now come. To your feet. You have yet to show me a Kao Loi that I know is within you.
Malicia: Yes, Kru Somchai.
Malicia gets to her feet and inhales deeply, takes a step toward the bag and sets her left foot, pushing off and leaping into the air, bringing her right knee over to slam into the heavy bag as the camera fades to black.
