Going for the balls
Mar 11, 2018 15:05:37 GMT -5
Charlie 'The Ghost' Rossi, Hobo, and 3 more like this
Post by Carnica Zefare (The Troupe) on Mar 11, 2018 15:05:37 GMT -5
We cut to a scene, a large room full of fitness equipment. Weight machines, punching bags, treadmills, all line the outside of the room, while in the center is a wrestling ring. A little worn, without logos or any other bits of design, it's obviously meant for training purposes.
As we zoom in, it's hard to tell at first if training is the purpose it's being used today, as an unusual scene unfolds. Inside the ring, on one side, stands indie wrestler Dashel Blaser, looking rather perturbed at the sight before him. On the other side, Carnica Zefare, who would look like she's ready for some sparring, if it weren't for the fact she was juggling, half a dozen balls, red, pink and yellow, ascending and falling in a controlled manner. However her stance and movement are prepared, as though she's about to fight.
Outside the ring, two men are in the middle of a heated discussion. The Jackdaw, Carnica's manager, and Arlo Dain, Dashel's trainer, over the usefulness of the spectacle in the ring.
Arlo Dain: This is ridiculous Jackdaw, you paid for my help in a training session, not some circus act.
The Jackdaw: But that's the pertinent point here Arlo, you and your boy here were paid to be here, so trust me, and get on with the job that you're here for.
The Jackdaw turns to the ring.
The Jackdaw: Dashel, get on with it.
Dashel takes a moment to look to his trainer. Arlo's expression is resigned, and he nods at his charge, who steps forward.
The Jackdaw: Striking only now, and only target Cardea, not her juggling balls.
Arlo Dain: Dashel's no idiot, he can follow instructions.
In the ring, the sight gets more peculiar. Dashel starts by throwing a lazy right handed strike, which Carnica ducks easily. A step back, and readjustment, and a second right handed strike, with more speed, also misses it's mark, as Carnica manages to avoid it, while still continuing to juggle.
Arlo Dain: Hit her, don't play with her, so we can stop this game.
The Jackdaw just laughs, and Dashel steps forward, feigns a strike to the head, then reverses his momentum, swinging a sweeping kick towards the knee of Carnica. However, quickly responding to this change of tactic, she manages to leap over the kick, tossing the balls higher in to the air, to give herself more time to adjust.
Frustrated a little, Dashel steps back, before launching a shoulder tackle at Carnica's torso, making contact and knocking her to the ground, as her balls drop also. Carnica's expression is angry.
The Jackdaw: What do you think your playing at?
The Jackdaw shouts towards the ring, but Arlo puts his hand on The Jackdaw's shoulder, pulling his attention to him.
Arlo Dain: He's as pissed off with this silly game as I am, you're not going to get an opponent who kindly attacks the way you want them to, just so you can put on some sort of stupid show.
The Jackdaw: This is training, it's about preparing reflexes and reactions. How can someone wrestle against someone they can't even catch?
Arlo laughs.
Arlo Dain: Well Dashel managed to catch your little girl pretty good there...
Arlo's voice trails off as Carnica gets to her feet, glaring at Dashel, who looks on smugly. She slaps him across the face, and his eyes blaze.
Carnica: No rules it is then!
Carnica bends down, picking up her juggling balls again, and starts tossing them in to the air.
Carnica: Come at me you arrogant prick.
Carnica almost snarls, as Dashel smirks in response.
Dashel Blaser: Gladly freakshow.
Arlo Dain: Tone it down, we...
The Jackdaw interrupts.
The Jackdaw: You want it that way Carnica?
Carnica smiles widely.
Carnica: It's more fun that way!
The Jackdaw: Well then, no rules it is.
Carnica: Bring it!
Dashel: With pleasure!
Dashel runs at Carnica before another word is said, who manages to spin to one side, avoiding the second attempt at a shoulder tackle. Arlo turns to The Jackdaw.
Arlo Dain: This is more like it, get your girl to stop the stupid distraction of juggling, and we'll get some real intense training going.
There's a glint in The Jackdaw's eye, but he doesn't respond, instead his attention is fixed upon the ring in front of him.
Dashel attempts another couple of strikes with no contact, before attempting to grapple Carnica, who manages to squirm out of the way each time, just a little too fast to catch. He runs off the ring ropes, getting momentum, throwing all his weight in to a spinning wheel kick, which glances off Carnica's left arm. She tries to compensate, but one ball drops to the ring mat.
Dashel, getting to his feet, kicks away the ball, before springing again towards Carnica. However, in a surprising burst of speed, Carnica, tossing the remaining balls high up in the air, cartwheels over the attack, her hand on the floor landing right upon her dropped ball, and as she returns to her feet, tossing it back in the air, continuing to juggle.
Even Arlo laughs a little at that one, as both competitors in the ring now square off again.
Arlo Dain: Well this is entertaining for sure, can't say I've seen a dodge like that in the ring before.
The Jackdaw: As I said before, Carnica's special, she just needs her time to find her feet in this world.
Arlo Dain: The sooner she drops the circus tricks, the quicker she'll manage it. I know they call this sports entertainment sometimes, but this is too much of a distraction.
The Jackdaw: For whom?
The Jackdaw smirks. In the ring Dashel, looking more frustrated, takes another swing at Carnica, but pulls it short, petulantly knocking one of the juggling balls out of the air. A flash of anger crosses Carnica's face briefly, as she lets the remaining balls fall to the floor. In one quick movement, she drops to the floor, executing the splits, her hand swinging up between Dashel's legs. She grips, twists viciously, and Dashel crumples to the floor in agony. Smirking, she gets to her feet, and makes her way to the ring ropes closest to The Jackdaw and Arlo Dain.
Carnica: He goes for my balls, I go for his, it's only fair.
The Jackdaw laughs, but Arlo is peeved.
Arlo Dain: That's a low blow, what do you think you're doing?
Carnica: No rules remember, he agreed to it, and now he's suffering the consequences.
The Jackdaw: Well then it looks like the training was a success.
Arlo Dain: How can you call such a farce a success, don't you want her to succeed?
The Jackdaw: Well by the looks of your boy laying there on the floor in the fetal position, we can see which one of them is more likely to succeed.
Arlo Dain: Through circus tricks?
The Jackdaw: No, through outsmarting the opponent. The only one that the juggling was distracting was your boy, he felt humiliated, lost his cool, then paid the price for it.
Arlo goes to reply, and then stops, unable to find a rejoinder.
The Jackdaw: Carnica's never going to be the strongest in the ring, but she's the quickest, and with some work, can become the smartest too. You might be a good trainer, but I am an excellent entertainer, I know how to play with peoples minds, to capture their attention how and where I want it.
The Jackdaw smirks.
The Jackdaw: The wrestling industry is full of meatheads, arrogant muscled idiots who think one dimensionally about what it takes to win. Too many massive egos, ripe to be burst. Just like your boy Dashel here. Just like Carnica's opponent at Revolution, Lincoln Kuechly, who got the better of her unfortunately, and just like Anton Chase, who she faces soon.
The Jackdaw pauses for a moment, with Arlo's attention fully upon him.
The Jackdaw: They all think there's only one way to win, one type of success. They all talk the same, they all fight the same, they all even look the same. Where's the excitement? Where's the entertainment? Where's the fun?
Behind him, Carnica pulls herself up, and perches on top of the ring ropes like a bird, perfectly balanced. The Jackdaw looks back at Carnica, and smiles.
The Jackdaw: Carnica Zefare is unique in the ring, unique in this business. She's no comedy clown, no silly gimmick, she's capable of things that no-one else is. She just needs time and practice, and woe betide anyone who underestimates her.
The camera begins to fade as it zooms in on the ring, it's closing shot on Dashel Blaser, sitting up, his face still in agony as he clutches between his legs.
As we zoom in, it's hard to tell at first if training is the purpose it's being used today, as an unusual scene unfolds. Inside the ring, on one side, stands indie wrestler Dashel Blaser, looking rather perturbed at the sight before him. On the other side, Carnica Zefare, who would look like she's ready for some sparring, if it weren't for the fact she was juggling, half a dozen balls, red, pink and yellow, ascending and falling in a controlled manner. However her stance and movement are prepared, as though she's about to fight.
Outside the ring, two men are in the middle of a heated discussion. The Jackdaw, Carnica's manager, and Arlo Dain, Dashel's trainer, over the usefulness of the spectacle in the ring.
Arlo Dain: This is ridiculous Jackdaw, you paid for my help in a training session, not some circus act.
The Jackdaw: But that's the pertinent point here Arlo, you and your boy here were paid to be here, so trust me, and get on with the job that you're here for.
The Jackdaw turns to the ring.
The Jackdaw: Dashel, get on with it.
Dashel takes a moment to look to his trainer. Arlo's expression is resigned, and he nods at his charge, who steps forward.
The Jackdaw: Striking only now, and only target Cardea, not her juggling balls.
Arlo Dain: Dashel's no idiot, he can follow instructions.
In the ring, the sight gets more peculiar. Dashel starts by throwing a lazy right handed strike, which Carnica ducks easily. A step back, and readjustment, and a second right handed strike, with more speed, also misses it's mark, as Carnica manages to avoid it, while still continuing to juggle.
Arlo Dain: Hit her, don't play with her, so we can stop this game.
The Jackdaw just laughs, and Dashel steps forward, feigns a strike to the head, then reverses his momentum, swinging a sweeping kick towards the knee of Carnica. However, quickly responding to this change of tactic, she manages to leap over the kick, tossing the balls higher in to the air, to give herself more time to adjust.
Frustrated a little, Dashel steps back, before launching a shoulder tackle at Carnica's torso, making contact and knocking her to the ground, as her balls drop also. Carnica's expression is angry.
The Jackdaw: What do you think your playing at?
The Jackdaw shouts towards the ring, but Arlo puts his hand on The Jackdaw's shoulder, pulling his attention to him.
Arlo Dain: He's as pissed off with this silly game as I am, you're not going to get an opponent who kindly attacks the way you want them to, just so you can put on some sort of stupid show.
The Jackdaw: This is training, it's about preparing reflexes and reactions. How can someone wrestle against someone they can't even catch?
Arlo laughs.
Arlo Dain: Well Dashel managed to catch your little girl pretty good there...
Arlo's voice trails off as Carnica gets to her feet, glaring at Dashel, who looks on smugly. She slaps him across the face, and his eyes blaze.
Carnica: No rules it is then!
Carnica bends down, picking up her juggling balls again, and starts tossing them in to the air.
Carnica: Come at me you arrogant prick.
Carnica almost snarls, as Dashel smirks in response.
Dashel Blaser: Gladly freakshow.
Arlo Dain: Tone it down, we...
The Jackdaw interrupts.
The Jackdaw: You want it that way Carnica?
Carnica smiles widely.
Carnica: It's more fun that way!
The Jackdaw: Well then, no rules it is.
Carnica: Bring it!
Dashel: With pleasure!
Dashel runs at Carnica before another word is said, who manages to spin to one side, avoiding the second attempt at a shoulder tackle. Arlo turns to The Jackdaw.
Arlo Dain: This is more like it, get your girl to stop the stupid distraction of juggling, and we'll get some real intense training going.
There's a glint in The Jackdaw's eye, but he doesn't respond, instead his attention is fixed upon the ring in front of him.
Dashel attempts another couple of strikes with no contact, before attempting to grapple Carnica, who manages to squirm out of the way each time, just a little too fast to catch. He runs off the ring ropes, getting momentum, throwing all his weight in to a spinning wheel kick, which glances off Carnica's left arm. She tries to compensate, but one ball drops to the ring mat.
Dashel, getting to his feet, kicks away the ball, before springing again towards Carnica. However, in a surprising burst of speed, Carnica, tossing the remaining balls high up in the air, cartwheels over the attack, her hand on the floor landing right upon her dropped ball, and as she returns to her feet, tossing it back in the air, continuing to juggle.
Even Arlo laughs a little at that one, as both competitors in the ring now square off again.
Arlo Dain: Well this is entertaining for sure, can't say I've seen a dodge like that in the ring before.
The Jackdaw: As I said before, Carnica's special, she just needs her time to find her feet in this world.
Arlo Dain: The sooner she drops the circus tricks, the quicker she'll manage it. I know they call this sports entertainment sometimes, but this is too much of a distraction.
The Jackdaw: For whom?
The Jackdaw smirks. In the ring Dashel, looking more frustrated, takes another swing at Carnica, but pulls it short, petulantly knocking one of the juggling balls out of the air. A flash of anger crosses Carnica's face briefly, as she lets the remaining balls fall to the floor. In one quick movement, she drops to the floor, executing the splits, her hand swinging up between Dashel's legs. She grips, twists viciously, and Dashel crumples to the floor in agony. Smirking, she gets to her feet, and makes her way to the ring ropes closest to The Jackdaw and Arlo Dain.
Carnica: He goes for my balls, I go for his, it's only fair.
The Jackdaw laughs, but Arlo is peeved.
Arlo Dain: That's a low blow, what do you think you're doing?
Carnica: No rules remember, he agreed to it, and now he's suffering the consequences.
The Jackdaw: Well then it looks like the training was a success.
Arlo Dain: How can you call such a farce a success, don't you want her to succeed?
The Jackdaw: Well by the looks of your boy laying there on the floor in the fetal position, we can see which one of them is more likely to succeed.
Arlo Dain: Through circus tricks?
The Jackdaw: No, through outsmarting the opponent. The only one that the juggling was distracting was your boy, he felt humiliated, lost his cool, then paid the price for it.
Arlo goes to reply, and then stops, unable to find a rejoinder.
The Jackdaw: Carnica's never going to be the strongest in the ring, but she's the quickest, and with some work, can become the smartest too. You might be a good trainer, but I am an excellent entertainer, I know how to play with peoples minds, to capture their attention how and where I want it.
The Jackdaw smirks.
The Jackdaw: The wrestling industry is full of meatheads, arrogant muscled idiots who think one dimensionally about what it takes to win. Too many massive egos, ripe to be burst. Just like your boy Dashel here. Just like Carnica's opponent at Revolution, Lincoln Kuechly, who got the better of her unfortunately, and just like Anton Chase, who she faces soon.
The Jackdaw pauses for a moment, with Arlo's attention fully upon him.
The Jackdaw: They all think there's only one way to win, one type of success. They all talk the same, they all fight the same, they all even look the same. Where's the excitement? Where's the entertainment? Where's the fun?
Behind him, Carnica pulls herself up, and perches on top of the ring ropes like a bird, perfectly balanced. The Jackdaw looks back at Carnica, and smiles.
The Jackdaw: Carnica Zefare is unique in the ring, unique in this business. She's no comedy clown, no silly gimmick, she's capable of things that no-one else is. She just needs time and practice, and woe betide anyone who underestimates her.
The camera begins to fade as it zooms in on the ring, it's closing shot on Dashel Blaser, sitting up, his face still in agony as he clutches between his legs.