Post by Red Cobra on Sept 25, 2008 4:55:01 GMT -6
Natalia Khorkina: Your technique is sloppy! If that is supposed to be your finishing hold, I feel sorry for your tag team partner who will have to suffer with you! You've obviously spent too much time at the club, again!
Sweat trickled down the face of Maxim Safarov. He had awoken early that morning to start his training for a pay per view tag team bout that he had set aside. Instead opting for the entertainment of busy clubs, fast dancing and long nights with beautiful women. Oh how he loved women...and the women loved him, too.
Natalia Khorkina: Now, do it again! And this time, use your hips and flex your knees to prevent the escape! Let's go! Get up! Arm drag into the forward roll!
But now was no longer the time for clubs, dancing or women. Or, at least the women who cared more about what his body does outside of the ring, than in it. Natalia Khorkina, a former Russian military officer, was paid by Maxim to keep him in line. Despite her sex appeal, Natalia is as ruthless as they come. After being discharged by the military after her superiors were afraid that a woman would over shadow their efforts in the military, Ms. Khorkina moved on to the world of competitive Sambo. A short time later, she sustained an injury to her back. With her limited mobility, she could no longer compete but the injury did not limit her knowledge of fighting or take away her disciplined approach to competition.
Natalia Khorkina: Good! Pinch your knees together! Excellent! Now get up and let me see if again! Don't let fatigue hinder your technique! I don't care if this is a tag team contest! You're going to be the most well conditioned athlete in the ring if I have any say in the matter!
Of course Maxim was fatigued. He had started running at 6 A.M. After a quick breakfast break, he started suplexing drills. When he finished those drills, he worked his striking and striking defense, followed by working out his lower body until 2 PM. Lunch came and Maxim downed all of the carbohydrates and protein that his stomach would allow. He nearly vomited it all up when he worked his core shortly after. Now he was finishing the day with some Sambo work. It was nearly 6 P.M. now. This woman had been yelling at him for a better part of 8 hours total. He forgot at one point that he was actually paying her to do this.
Natalia Khorkina: Alright, that is all for today. Tomorrow we watch film, workout the upper body and improve your muay thai. Now go to the shower, I will see you tomorrow.
She was very impersonal. A bitter aura surrounded her words and even the way she moved. Maxim had said very little to her, but he was curious to get to know her a little better before they both left for the night.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: So Natalia, did you see my match against Craven Moorehead?
Natalia Khorkina: Yes.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Well? Was my performance not beautiful?
Natalia Khorkina: Fighting isn't a beauty pageant, Maxim. It is a war. There are no "performances" in a bout between two combatants. It is a fight in which you try to inflict bodily harm to your enemy. As for the match, itself: You won. There is little more that I could say about it other than it was a lackluster performance on your part. You struggled against a mediocre opponent.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: I suppose you are correct about my "performance. However, I would disagree in your philosophy of battle. I feel that battles, whether fought between thousands of soldiers or between two men, are divine symphonies that pull emotion from its participants and those who are honored enough to be spectators.
Natalia Khorkina: Pain is not a beautiful thing. Everyone loses something in a fight. Some more then others...
Maxim could detect a hint of sadness behind the anger that lay behind Natalia's voice. She was obviously frustrated and annoyed at Maxim for having even started the conversation, let alone having this distant views of "beauty in death". To her, Maxim sounding like nothing more than a gothic or emo child from the slums of Moscow. To him, Natalia seemed nothing more than a apathetic woman who needed some fun in her life.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Would you like to go to the club with me, tonight? You need to loosen up, a bit.
Natalia Khorkina: No. I don't need to loosen up, you need to grow up. I will see you tomorrow, Maxim.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Wait, hold on a moment...what do you mean I need to grow up?
Natalia Khorkina: Only a fool who has never experienced true battles thinks that war is an art form! That blood is paint, with the man as the brush and the ground as the canvas! Only a naive boy would think such things are heroic!
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Well what about...
Natalia Khorkina: Be quiet! I am not finished yet! Have you even heard of your opponent for the pay per view? Do you even know their names, or their style of fighting? Have you contacted your partner and strategized for the bout? Do you even know who the hell your partner is? If you answered 'no', to any of those questions and I am assuming you said no to all of them; then you need to stop dancing, stop flirting with girls and stop pretending that what you are doing is poetry! Now, good night!
Maxim was left speechless. He had no rebuttal for her. Even if he did, she would have been out the door be the time he ended his first sentence. There were serious doubts in his mind whether Natalia would come back to the gym the next day. There was a small bit of him that wanted her not to so that he wouldn't have to put up with her drill instructor like mentality. But the larger part of him was fascinated by her. Maxim wanted to know more about this woman. Before that could happen, he'd have to work hard in order to endear himself, to her.
Sweat trickled down the face of Maxim Safarov. He had awoken early that morning to start his training for a pay per view tag team bout that he had set aside. Instead opting for the entertainment of busy clubs, fast dancing and long nights with beautiful women. Oh how he loved women...and the women loved him, too.
Natalia Khorkina: Now, do it again! And this time, use your hips and flex your knees to prevent the escape! Let's go! Get up! Arm drag into the forward roll!
But now was no longer the time for clubs, dancing or women. Or, at least the women who cared more about what his body does outside of the ring, than in it. Natalia Khorkina, a former Russian military officer, was paid by Maxim to keep him in line. Despite her sex appeal, Natalia is as ruthless as they come. After being discharged by the military after her superiors were afraid that a woman would over shadow their efforts in the military, Ms. Khorkina moved on to the world of competitive Sambo. A short time later, she sustained an injury to her back. With her limited mobility, she could no longer compete but the injury did not limit her knowledge of fighting or take away her disciplined approach to competition.
Natalia Khorkina: Good! Pinch your knees together! Excellent! Now get up and let me see if again! Don't let fatigue hinder your technique! I don't care if this is a tag team contest! You're going to be the most well conditioned athlete in the ring if I have any say in the matter!
Of course Maxim was fatigued. He had started running at 6 A.M. After a quick breakfast break, he started suplexing drills. When he finished those drills, he worked his striking and striking defense, followed by working out his lower body until 2 PM. Lunch came and Maxim downed all of the carbohydrates and protein that his stomach would allow. He nearly vomited it all up when he worked his core shortly after. Now he was finishing the day with some Sambo work. It was nearly 6 P.M. now. This woman had been yelling at him for a better part of 8 hours total. He forgot at one point that he was actually paying her to do this.
Natalia Khorkina: Alright, that is all for today. Tomorrow we watch film, workout the upper body and improve your muay thai. Now go to the shower, I will see you tomorrow.
She was very impersonal. A bitter aura surrounded her words and even the way she moved. Maxim had said very little to her, but he was curious to get to know her a little better before they both left for the night.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: So Natalia, did you see my match against Craven Moorehead?
Natalia Khorkina: Yes.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Well? Was my performance not beautiful?
Natalia Khorkina: Fighting isn't a beauty pageant, Maxim. It is a war. There are no "performances" in a bout between two combatants. It is a fight in which you try to inflict bodily harm to your enemy. As for the match, itself: You won. There is little more that I could say about it other than it was a lackluster performance on your part. You struggled against a mediocre opponent.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: I suppose you are correct about my "performance. However, I would disagree in your philosophy of battle. I feel that battles, whether fought between thousands of soldiers or between two men, are divine symphonies that pull emotion from its participants and those who are honored enough to be spectators.
Natalia Khorkina: Pain is not a beautiful thing. Everyone loses something in a fight. Some more then others...
Maxim could detect a hint of sadness behind the anger that lay behind Natalia's voice. She was obviously frustrated and annoyed at Maxim for having even started the conversation, let alone having this distant views of "beauty in death". To her, Maxim sounding like nothing more than a gothic or emo child from the slums of Moscow. To him, Natalia seemed nothing more than a apathetic woman who needed some fun in her life.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Would you like to go to the club with me, tonight? You need to loosen up, a bit.
Natalia Khorkina: No. I don't need to loosen up, you need to grow up. I will see you tomorrow, Maxim.
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Wait, hold on a moment...what do you mean I need to grow up?
Natalia Khorkina: Only a fool who has never experienced true battles thinks that war is an art form! That blood is paint, with the man as the brush and the ground as the canvas! Only a naive boy would think such things are heroic!
Maxim "Red Cobra" Safarov: Well what about...
Natalia Khorkina: Be quiet! I am not finished yet! Have you even heard of your opponent for the pay per view? Do you even know their names, or their style of fighting? Have you contacted your partner and strategized for the bout? Do you even know who the hell your partner is? If you answered 'no', to any of those questions and I am assuming you said no to all of them; then you need to stop dancing, stop flirting with girls and stop pretending that what you are doing is poetry! Now, good night!
Maxim was left speechless. He had no rebuttal for her. Even if he did, she would have been out the door be the time he ended his first sentence. There were serious doubts in his mind whether Natalia would come back to the gym the next day. There was a small bit of him that wanted her not to so that he wouldn't have to put up with her drill instructor like mentality. But the larger part of him was fascinated by her. Maxim wanted to know more about this woman. Before that could happen, he'd have to work hard in order to endear himself, to her.