Hell In A Cell: Kamil Fathi vs Steven McClure

[Demon]

The EVPW crowd cheer loudly, having just witnessed an amazing bout between Jay Smooth and Dominik Santiago. However, a new match is about to begin now, and a demonic looking structure lowers around the ring. It is none other than the Hell in a Cell, one of the most demonic matches known to wrestling-kind. As the fans settle back into their seats once more, ready to witness this match, a voice issues from the speakers.

"I'm done with being the normal guy you all loved! I know what you're going to say, "Well that was quick!". Yea, but I learned recently that I'm not happy unless I'm ripping somebody's flesh from their body!"

The crowd look around, looking for the source of the voice, wondering why it should seem so familiar, but just evade their minds. However, before they have a chance to put too much thought into it, the sound of Bodies by Drowning Pool begins playing, driving all thought from their minds. However, they seem to be confused again as they cannot put a face to the music, so settle into their seats, awaiting the man or woman about to enter the arena. They are not kept waiting long as a large figure pushes aside the entrance curtains. It is Steven McClure, but it seems as if he has returned to his old ways. Upon his face, the old trademark mask is adorned, and he wears his usual black muscle shirt and matching wrestling pants. Demon has returned, and it is now clear who spoke only moments ago.

"Well it seems that Demon is back. I wonder how badly the psyche of Steven McClure had to be affected by recent happenings to have him slip back into this state?"

"Does it matter Trix? The only point is that he's back, and I'm seeing a big turn around on his recent slump. Now that he's returned to the man that made him who he is, I see a win finally happening."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hell in a Cell match and is for the Dragon's Rage Championship! Introducing first, standing six feet seven inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and twelve pounds....DEMON!!!"

Demon glares down the entrance ramp, fire burning in his eyes. In his right hand, he holds a baseball bat, the end of which is wrapped up in barbed wire. He holds the bat up in the air, letting out a battle like roar as gigantic red pyrotechnics hit right behind him. The crowd are unsure of how to react to Demon's return to his former self and they remain quiet, allowing the former Imperial Champion to pass through them to the ring. He walks down the ramp, a scowl just visible from behind his mask. Demon glares left and right at the audience members, not surprised at their non-reaction to him. He had, after all, disappeared for no reason for the past month or so. However, the Demonic One was back, and he was hellbent on destruction.

"I can't wait to see this big guy rip through Kamil on his way to becoming the first man to have held both the Imperial and Dragon's Rage titles."

"I don't know Sang, Kamil has been on a bit of a roll lately. I don't think that Demon will be able to shake of enough of the ring rust to make the return and take the victory."

Demon reaches the bottom of the ramp, and looks up at the structure in front of him. He had been in this before, and had never been defeated in one. It was his element, and by the end of the night, either he or Kamil would not be able to walk out if he had his way. The Demonic One walks through the door of the structure, grabbing a microphone from a passing staff member as he does. The Master of the Abyss rolls under the ring ropes and as he stands up, brings his microphone up to his lips. He looks out at the fans, and shakes his head, lowering the microphone. After a few moments, Demon finally begins to speak.

"I see that you all are surprised to see me back out here. Well get used to it! Steven McClure is dead forever, and now there is only Demon! I had my momentary lapse of weakness, but it is over and now I'll prove that I'm back by taking down this little retarded Arab Chamomile or whatever his fucking name is!"

Demon throws down his microphone and prepares himself for the carnage about to ensue. His music fades away, and the crowd await the entrance of Kamil Fathi so the match can get underway.

..TBC..

[Kamil Fathi]

There is a fierce anticipation astir around the arena. The new refocused Demon, with a revamped muse of inflicting excessive amounts of damage to his opponents stands tall in the center of the ring.. As he patiently awaits the arrival of the Mid East Beast, the lights around the arena suddenly begin to dimmer until the former "Renegade Angel" is drowned in a pool of darkness. After a brief moment, Demon and the sold out audience are startled by the sounds produced by the Butcher-tron that suddenly flickers to life. The feed is blank, while the deep voice that begins to address the arena is familiar.

"There are two demons I know of. Both creatures were created by smokeless fire and have free will like humans, only it is much weaker. "

The speaker takes an elongated breath, before continuing his rant.

"But there are distinct differences between those two demons. One of them is known as the jinn, and lives among us but is naked to the human eye in its natural form.

The other is "Demon", an abomination, a pitiful fool, a sorry excuse for a person. NO, unlike the Jinn, this creature can be seen. And tonight, in front of your eyes I will slay this monstrosity. Tonight, Demon, you will wish you had stayed an Angel, for tonight, the Death Dealer of Islam will both purify this ring, and force you to pay for your sins.

The grave awaits you my friend, and after tonight, you'll only have yourself to blame for you cruel being. And the people will only have you to blame, for the birth of their great champion!"

On the tron, the image of the Mid East is suddenly exhibited to the crowd, and the sight of his arrogance elicits extreme hatred from the crowd. As the boos begin to shower the spectrum, "Till My Death" by Syrian Rap suddenly blares on the P.A. system, matching the vociferous sound produced by the loyal EVPW spectators.

As the Syrian Rap single continues to sound throughout the arena, yellow pyrotechnics suddenly begin firing up from the side ramp. As the fireworks fire up to the sky in their most exquisite fashion, a group of silhouettes begin to form, as they brilliantly bounce off the pyro's sparkle. Emerging from the back, marching through the split curtains, are a group of men, hidden behind ski masks and shrouded in long, black outfits. The group number is four, but what is an even greater sight to behold, is what they hoist over their head. Sitting over top of the masked messiahs and held up by a large cushion is the "Death Dealer of Islam" Kamil Fathi. Fathi's arms are extended as far out as possible, and his head is risen to the many heavens above. The sight of the Mid East Beast glowing with a sense of elated pride only places more rage in the belly's of the crowd.

Fathi lowers his head, and points his index finger toward the ring. The carriers oblige, and they commence to carry the man shielded in cockiness to the Cage of Death.

"And the opponent, he hails from Saudi Arabia and stands at 6 foot 3, 255 pounds. He is the Mid East Beast, the Undefeated... KAMIL FATHI!!!"

Trix: "Kamil Fathi has to be the favorite in this contest. I'd pick Demon any day of the week, especially in this situation, but Fathi has done some things most superstars dream to accomplish."

Sang: "So the Mid East Beast put Rhaps out of commission, and he beat Matt O, Hyper Elf, and Jay Smooth in a Bar Brawl, what's so great about that? Demon is a former World Heavyweight Champion, that's your favorite.""

"This contest will be one to behold missy, but Fathi has proved he can hang with the best in the worse of circumstances. "

"Beer drinking doesn't prove anything. Fathi will be locked in a Cell with the most insane man in professional wrestling. We will see how impressive he is now!"

The men reach the end of the ramp, where they slowly drop Kamil Fathi back down to earth. The undefeated Arab-American Warrior stamps his feet on the concrete floor with pride and confidence, as he rises off the cushion and stares into the eyes of his foe through the wall of the demonic structure. Fathi marches through the door, and gradually slides into the ring, making sure the referee has subdued the fiery beast. Fathi turns back and stares at his minions, and his eyes give direction to the men as they begin swarming around the cell like sharks, waiting to pounce on their prey. The referee slams the cell door shut, and makes sure it is locked and firm so the men don't find themselves entering the squared hell.

The auras of the superstars stand before the other. One cloaked in euphoric hatred, thriving on the mental suffering of his victims and his ability to deliver unspeakable pain. The other, draped in a glow surviving on inconceivable rage and an animosity for a specific nation. The transition from the bell to the action is ephemeral, as Demon & Kamil Fathi charge at each other, with their fists and egos cocked back, ready to bombard on their opponent.

TBC by Demon

[Demon]

Demon and Kamil meet near mid-ring, the Mid-East Beast managing to land the first physical blow of the night. However, due to Demon's incredible size, the impact of the punch does little to no damage, and the Masked Psycho stares down at his opponent curiously, his expression unreadable from behind the mask. Once again, Kamil delivers a blow that would fell an ordinary human, but Demon, unfortunately for Kamil, is not ordinary by any means of the word. Seemingly becoming tired of their little game, The Master of the Abyss cocks back his right hand and throws it forward. However, Fathi ducks under the punch, spinning around to find himself facing the back of Demon. He takes advantage of this by jumping into the air, his legs tucked in toward him, and just before hitting the ground, extending his legs out as fast as possible, causing them to connect with the back of the Demonic One's knees. As the soles of Kamil's boots press into them, Demon's knees give way and he falls to the mat, his great inertia causing his face to slam powerfully into the canvas.

The Mid-East Beast wastes no time, and begins running toward his downed opponent so as to reach him before he has time to recuperate. The Death Dealer of Islam grabs the left arm of Demon, pulling it towards his sternum as well as locks his legs around the neck of Demon. With the submission maneuver locked in, Kamil begins cranking up the pressure, pulling as hard as he can on the trapped arm as well as squeezing with all of his might with his leg, attempting to make it difficult for the Master of the Abyss to breathe. However, the lifeless and inert body of Demon shows no sign of struggle, causing the referee to walk over and grab a hold of his free arm. The zebra-clad man holds up the arm, letting it drop. It falls straight down and hits the canvas, causing the referee to shout out the number of one to the timekeeper. The referee repeats this action a second time, and as the hand touches down on the mat once more, he shouts out a count of two. As he goes to drop Demon's arm for a third and final time, the Demonic One's muscles suddenly tense, causing his arm to stop in its free fall, and also causing the match to continue.

"Wow, I can't believe that is was almost over that quickly. But it seems now that Demon has got his bearings back, and he may be ready to break out of this submission hold."

"Let's hope he does. I don't know what I'd do if Kamil actually won this match and became the champion. It would be a disgrace, pure and simple."

The Demonic One begins prying at the locked legs of his opponent with his free hand, attempting to break free of the hold before it becomes too much for him to handle. Kamil blocks all of Demon's struggles by wrapping his feet together, further strengthening his hold upon his opponent. It appears as if this is enough to put Demon away for good, as he begins to fade. This lulls the Mid-East Beast into a false sense of security, and he loosens his grip only slightly. As he does, Demon comes back to life, sensing his chance to escape. With a sudden burst of power, the Master of the Abyss begins prying Kamil's legs apart, finally breaking the hold. Kamil releases his grip of Demon's arm of his own accord, choosing to roll away from his large opponent before he can be attacked. The two men engage in a stare down from across the ring, attempting to gain the psychological advantage of their opponent. However, this brief moment of eerie peacefulness is suddenly broken as Demon charges forward, kicking up his right boot at the last moment. It connects with the jaw and sternum of Kamil, causing him to fall to the mat.

"Finally, Demon manages to get in some offense. It's about time that we saw the big man dominate like he should have been doing since we first started."

"Well, he had to shake off his ring rust first. But I still think that Kamil is going to be too much for him to handle. After coming back from such a long absence, and facing such a tough opponent in this high profile of a match? No, I'm going with Kamil."

Demon looks down on Kamil. In his mind, things are now as they should be, he standing above his opponent, while the infamous Kamil lies on his back. The Demonic One bends down and lifts the limp body of his opponent back up to his feet before doubling the Arabian Nightmare over with a quick kick to his gut. Before Kamil has a chance to get up his guard and protect himself, Demon lifts him up, placing the smaller man on his shoulder. The Master of the Abyss holds his opponent up like this for a few moments before dropping down to the mat. The force of Demon hitting against the canvas is transferred up his spine and into Kamil, causing the Mid-East Beast to convulse violently as he falls from Demon's back. The Demonic One rises back up to his feet, looking down upon his much smaller opponent and laughing. He enjoys the sight of Kamil writhing in pain, and would like nothing more than for it to continue as long as possible. After a bit, he looks around a realizes that he has yet to use anything to make this match become hardcore, and he quickly walks over to the corner in which he earlier deposited his barbed wire baseball bat.

As Demon reaches for his bat, Kamil begins to recuperate behind him. The Arabian Nightmare slowly rises to his feet, and Demon continues to remain clueless, his attention entirely focused upon his bat and the destruction that he shall wreak with it. Finally, the Master of the Abyss turns around and spots that his opponent has returned to his feet. He grins over to Kamil, thinking his victory will be all the sweeter if his opponent puts up a good fight along the way. The two charge at each other almost simultaneously, Demon swinging his bat wildly as he does. The Mid-East Beast manages to duck under the swings, and delivers a swift kick to the back of Demon's calves, causing the muscles in them to seize up and him to stop moving instantly, his bat flying from his hands. Kamil then runs forward and flips over the Demonic One, grabbing a hold of his his head while in the air and pulling it back down to the canvas as gravity begins to take its hold upon him. Demon's face is driven hard into the canvas, and he then whips back up before falling onto his back.

"And things were looking so good for Demon for a bit. Now he's back to square one, having his ass handed to him by Kamil once again. This just isn't right."

"Kamil is an amazing wrestler, and he has been on a hot streak lately. I don't know of many people other than Vladimir Strife that could take this man down right now."

..TBC..

[Kamil Fathi]

The sold out arena is dysphoric, as Kamil Fathi, glowing with elated arrogance, currently stands triumphant over his adversary, the behemoth known as Demon. After his most recent display of text book ring awareness and technical prowess, Kamil Fathi slowly leans over before grasping around the skull of his foe. Clutching Demon's head tightly with both hands, Fathi gradually lifts his opponent to his feet, before backing him up into the ropes. Fathi snatches Demon's near arm before backpedaling and pulling him off the ropes while simultaneously spinning away. But just before Fathi can perfectly execute the maneuver, Demon exhibits his own bit of technical mastery, as he rolls and turns the Irish Whip on the Arab, launching him across the ring. As Fathi rebounds, Demon marches into the center of the ring before leaning over when his adversary moves within range. The betise, the novice like mistake performed by Demon is quickly capitalized on, as the Mid East Beast slows his pace down quick enough to lift his leg up and drive his toe into the mask of the monster. The nearly 7 foot leviathan staggers before falling to the ropes. As Demon rests, Fathi takes a breather before allowing a sanctimonious smile to escape his lips. The self righteous Arab-American hunkers over a little, before suddenly charging at his somewhat lethargic foe. His feet stamp on the canvas with haughtiness, and his sudden burst of energy has his momentum moving ever so closer to the 300 + colossus. Before Fathi can deliver a withering blow, Demon crouches while grabbing along the ropes. He extends his near arm up, and uses it as a spring to launch Fathi over his head and send him on a rather unceremonious journey. Fathi's flight has him soaring over the ropes, and his plummet has him crashing to the unforgiving concrete spine first.

Fathi convulses on the bone cold concrete, his back in unspeakable pain and his ego cloaked in a migraine. While Fathi continues to writhe in agony, Demon slowly steps over the top rope, exiting the ring and reacquainting himself with his fallen opponent. Demon jerks Fathi toward him by his head, before lifting him to a vertical base. From there, the mammoth beast grapples Fathi around his neck with one hand, viciously choking him with intent on completely depriving the Arab of oxygen. With his other, he grabs the rim of Fathi's shorts. Demon takes a deep breath before stepping forward. With is ridiculous might, Demon tosses Fathi and his cockiness forward, throwing the Mid East Beast straight into the unbiased steel grating of the demonic cell.

Sang: "Kamil Fathi hates racism but I'll tell you one thing, the steel cage is not prejudice. It hates everyone!"

Trix: "Demon isn't playing games tonight. He damn near threw Fathi through the cage!"

Kamil Fathi struggles to regain a vertical base. His eyes are tentatively blinded in a discomforting haze produced by Demon's most recent offensive attack. And the haze leaves Fathi vulnerable, and susceptible to more savagery. Demon drags a stunned Fathi to his feet, and with his pan large hands grappled around the back of Fathi's head he presses him forward, and coerces his face into the steel cage. With Fathi smashed into the cell, Demon begins grinding his face from side to side. The infernal steel pierces the flesh of Fathi and quickly rearranges his facial features, opening up old cuts and bruises from his Bar Room Brawl and creating new ones. After a few seconds of unspeakable torture, Demon tosses Fathi back. The Mid East Beast's back slams into the side of the ring but before a bleeding, undefeated immigrant can attempt to protect himself, Demon's leg suddenly is lifted up and in the blink of an eye it is driven through Fathi's invisible shield of deep antagonism. Demon's boot smashes onto the side of Fathi's head, rattling Fathi's world while causing his knees to jelly. Fathi's head awkwardly cocks back before he finally caves in. He slowly tips over like a severed tree before crashing to the floor on his side.

Demon glares at Fathi through his mask, and watches him lie motionless on the floor. According to Demon though, Fathi hasn't suffered enough as the unsatisfied creature marches toward his motionless adversary. Demon pulls Kamil to his feet, and the Mid East Beast collapses into his clutches. Intent on putting his unbeaten foe out of his misery, Demon slowly hoists Fathi into the air, raising him over his head and fully extending his arms. Demon turns Fathi toward the cage and the seemingly unconscious Arab is completely unaware of his new state of peril. Demon promptly moves his body forward, and Fathi quickly finds himself leaving Demon's clutches. The Mid East Beast is released by the 300 pounder, and his momentum carries him once again into the wicked structure. Fathi's bloody body violently slams into the steel, and somewhat bounces it out of its position before he is thrown back and dropped to the concrete.

As the camera shifts to the announce table, Demon remains standing somewhat victorious over a battered Fathi after dishing out a merciless beating.

Sang: "Demon is certainly in control right now. No one has dominated Kamil Fathi like this since he joined EVPW!"

Trix: "He's about to meet up with Rhaps in a minute, because if he doesn't do something to stop Demon, he'll be dismembered!"

Sang: "This is why Demon is Demon. The Renegade Angel was weak, but this man is a force to be reckoned with. The streak of the Arab American ends tonight!"

Demon plods to his opponent, a little exhausted after his recent flurry. He grabs Fathi and lifts his lifeless body to his feet before tossing him under the bottom rope and back into the squared hell. Demon kneels and takes a breather, regaining some of his stamina before lifting up the ring cover. He drags two objects out, one a wooden table and the other a steel chair. Both weapons are introduced to the battle before Demon enters the ring himself. Instinctively, Demon drapes him over Fathi's chest, pinning him and causing the ref to throw himself to the mat and begin his count.

"1!"

"2!"

Shockingly enough, Kamil Fathi is able to roll a shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall.

Demon rolls to his knees before rising up. He leans over and grabs his bat laced in barbed wire before approaching Fathi who slowly slithers on his belly in search of solace and distance from his enemy. Demon forbids it, and doesn't allow the undefeated Arab to escape. He lifts his leg into the air before thrusting it down and burying his boot into the lower back of his foe. The bloodied Fathi both cringes and grits his teeth, as the stomp renders him once again motionless. With his prey right where he wants him, Demon tugs Fathi by his hair and pulls him to his knees. Smiling sadistic through his leather barrier, Demon pulls the bat over Fathi's face. With both hands tightly grasping it, Demon forces the barbed wire into Fathi's face, defacing his ego, and permanently scarring him.

Vehement shrieks pour out of Fathi as Demon continues to mutilate his face. The fans gasp at the sight, and though they despise of Fathi with a fierce passion, no human being can genuinely find pleasure in seeing a man crucified before them. The bat is suddenly pulled away, and it drops to the canvas followed by a profusely bleeding Kamil Fathi.

As Fath lies on the mat, bathing in his own pool of blood, Demon slides the steel chair toward him. He places it next to Fathi's head before rising to his feet. He drags Fathi to a vertical base, before clutching the Arab around his chicken neck. Demon suddenly lifts Fathi up into the air, raisin him toward the heavens. At this point, Kamil Fathi turns the tables, as he wiggles himself free and slides down the back of his barbaric aggressor. Kamil Fathi kicks Demon in the back of his leg, causing the titan to trip into him, giving Fathi the opportunity to completely regain the momentum.

With Demon bent backward, a bloodied Fathi places Demon's head face up face-up under his armpit, and wraps his arm around his head so that his forearm is pressed against the back of the Demon's neck. From there he pulls Demon's skull backward, viciously wrenching his neck. Fathi maintains the position for a brief moment, before turning 180 degrees and driving his elbow into the heart of the beast and commencing to falling, driving him into the mat.

Trix: "Spinning Inverted Elbow Drop that levels the former Imperial Champ and turns the tide!"

Sang: "I'm surprised you could say that in one breath! Fathi has finally recaptured this match because Demon was running away with it."

Trix: "He just better hope his eyes aren't too covered in red ooze or he won't be able to see Demon!"

Fathi rolls toward the ropes and slowly pulls himself to his feet. He rests along them and begins to catch his breath while awaiting the rising of his nemesis. His wait isn't long, as Demon finally makes it to a vertical base. The monster is hunched over and his arms are crossed across his chest, obviously shaken up by Fathi's destructive blow. Before Demon can fully recuperate, the exasperated Arab charges at him with his feet stamping on the feet with purpose. Kamil grapples around Demon's head, wrapping his arm around it before falling to the canvas and driving Demon head first into the mat.

Fathi springs to his feet following the running DDT, and exchanges eye contact with his minions as they begin applauding him, obviously exciting that their leader is back on top of the bout. While Demon rests on the canvas in a deep slumber, Kamil Fathi peers down at the wooden table. The Mid East Beast lifts the table up before setting it beside Demon who slowly begins to stir. The Mid East Beast takes a gander at the turnbuckles, his eyes telling the story of a man desperately trying to stop the heart of a formidable foe. Fathi steps through the middle and top rope before slowly ascending to the top. Kamil stumbles a bit when he reaches the top but after regaining his stability, he raises up and raises his head to the sky. When he drops it back down, his glaring eyes stare at Demon who rises up and rests on the set up table. The gears are put into motion, as Fathi leaps off the top rope, risking it all for the highest reward. But in mid air, Demon shakes the cobwebs and lifts his arm into the air.

Amazingly the 300+ sadist catches Fathi by his throat, and stops his motion before turning and dropping to the canvas. With extreme force, Demon slams Kamil Fathi into his wooden grave. The table breaks upon impact, and shatters into a million pieces. While Demon rolls to his side after the impressive chokeslam, the epic counter, Kamil Fathi is rendered unconscious as he resides in a haven confined of shattered wood and shattered realities.

Trix: "Hell's Messenger through the table! Kamil Fathi's back was just cracked in two. There's no way he'll be moving anytime soon."

Sang: "And we're just a pinfall away from crowning a new Dragon's Rage Champion!"

TBC by Demon

[Demon]

Both men lie in the wreckage created by the desperation chokeslam. The utter violence of the contest has caused a great deal to be taken from both men, and neither seems to have the ability to move at all. However, showing his resilience and grit, Demon manages to lift his arm up and drapes it over the chest of Fathi, putting him into a pin. The referee drops down to the mat and slams his open palm down, gaining Demon a count of one. The zebra clad man does the same thing a second time, his hand once more connecting with the canvas. As he goes for the count of three, however, Kamil defies all odds and throws his left shoulder from the ground mere milliseconds before the referee's hand can come down, showing how much heart and vigor the Arab truly has. The force of Kamil's kick out forces Demon into a sitting position, and he glares at the referee in disbelief, having thought Kamil to be down and out. Instead of making the rookie mistake of arguing about the call, the Demonic One returns his attention back to the prone form of his opponent. Before beginning the attack, however, he decides to go and pick up one of the remaining weapons that lay scattered throughout the ring. After a quick scan, he decides upon the still unused steel chair.

As the Master of the Abyss makes his way back to Kamil, the Mid-East Beast begins stirring within the ruins of the table. Fathi makes it up to his feet just as Demon reaches him. The ever so evil man stares down at his prey momentarily, enjoying his renewed feeling of power as he returns to his natural habitat of demonic matches. He then lifts his chair high above his head, ready to strike out and hit Kamil over the head and hopefully take him out at least for a count of three. However, just as the muscles in his arms begin tensing, ready to swing the chair, Kamil rushes forward, using what little space there is between them to build up momentum. The undefeated immigrant continues moving forward as he shoulder plows into the midsection of Demon, driving all breath from his lungs. As Demon falls backward, the chair in his hands goes the opposite direction that he wants it to and smashes into his own face. The Leviathan of a man lies motionless upon the mat, the chair still resting across his masked head.

Fathi rises back up to his feet, looking down upon the masked man and realizing the opportunity for his destruction that has just presented itself. Wiping the blood out of his face and eyes as he walks, the Arab moves to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up it, nearly losing his balance as he the summit. However, he manages to regain his balance and stands tall upon his perch, now truly feeling on top of the world. After a few moments, Kamil flings himself into the air, propelling himself toward either greatness or pain and misery. In midair, Fathi stretches both of his legs out in front on him, now in a somewhat sitting position. Gravity soon takes its hold upon him and brings him, ever accelerating, back toward the earth in a parabolic arc. The back of the Arab's legs hit first, landing across the steel chair and causing it to be driven once more into the face of Demon before flying across the ring due to the high impact. A split-second later, the rest of his body crashes down into the canvas, and Kamil cringes his bloodied face in pain, forgetting about the impact he was about to receive in his momentary glory.

"And we've just witnessed a huge momentum change in only a few minutes ladies and gentlemen! One moment Demon is on top of the world, dominating his opponent, even putting him through a table, but now he is becoming just as battered and bruised as Kamil is right now."

"This is one hell of a contest, and I would expect nothing less from these two. Though how Demon can allow himself to be dominated by his much smaller opponent, I don't think I'll ever understand."

Kamil takes a few moments to recover from the damage his own high risk move inflicted upon himself. However, this damage is nothing compared to that done to Demon, who now lies completely still, his eyes shut tight and his breathing rather relaxed considering the amount of physical brutality this match has shown. As Fathi finally seems to overcome his pain, he drapes himself over the unmoving body of Demon, as well as rolling up his legs. The referee recognizes the pin and begins slapping his hand down to the canvas, earning the Arab a count of two before Demon kicks out a split-second before his hand can reach the mat for a third and final time.

Kamil looks up at the referee, his anger and rage now overflowing as he decides to take it out upon the official. However, the zebra clad man holds his ground, doing nothing but holding up two fingers into the face of Fathi, finally driving the Arab over the edge. The Mid-East Beast grabs the official by his collar and pulls the man's head under his arm. With the ref's face pointing down toward the mat, Kamil begins moving toward the ropes. He places the referee's feet between the top and middle ropes, now hooking his arms under the two of the referee. Fathi looks out to the crowd, shouting in Arabic, before dropping to the canvas, forcing the official's face to crash into the mat and knocking the man unconscious.

Fathi gets back up to his feet, spitting upon the unconscious referee as he does so. The Arab then looks over toward where Demon is, and is shocked to see that the large man has managed to make it back up to his feet. They stare at each other from across the ring, and Demon grins out from behind his mask, enjoying the destruction that this match has caused to ensue. For a moment, there is silence in the arena. However, this is soon broken as chants from the crowd mingled with random shouts of appreciation as well as hatred begin raining down from the crowd upon the two men, urging them to continue the contest and truly make this into one of the most epic bouts of all time. Without thinking, Kamil charges forward fueled by the rage he did not manage to release when he slammed the official's face into the canvas. Demon holds his ground, waiting for Fathi to near him. Just before the Mid-East Beast manages to land a blow that would fell a fully grown bull elephant, Demon ducks his head down, wrapping both of his arms around the lower back of Fathi. The Demonic One uses his opponent's own momentum against him, and flings Kamil head over heels above the ropes, causing him to fly back first into the steel structure that surrounds the two.

Kamil slides down the cage to the floor, receiving multiple cuts upon his back as he does. Demon laughs maniacally to himself from within the ring, looking down upon the broken and bloodied body of a man who, in his mind, cannot possibly defeat him. As his laughing stops, a more serious expression appears on his face, one of torment and hatred for anybody who dares stand in his way. The Master of the Abyss rolls out of the ring under the ropes, and immediately begins searching under the ring for yet another weapon. It takes the Demonic One but a few moments before he crawls back from under the ring. As he straightens up, a burlap sack can be seen, held in his right hand. Demon pulls on the drawstring at the top, opening the sack, before tilting it upside down. A mixture of thumbtacks and broken glass pours out, landing with a slight tinkling noise on the concrete below. The Master of the Abyss shakes the sack slightly, making sure every last bit of metal and glass makes it down to earth, before tossing the bag aside and beginning to move toward Kamil Fathi.

"This could spell the end for Kamil if he doesn't manage to shake off the cobwebs. Demon has him right where he wants him, and that is on top of thousands of thumbtacks."

"You're right Sang. If Demon lands any type of move involving Kamil landing on that mixture of thumbtacks and glass, I don't see him being able to kick out of a cover."

Demon reaches Kamil and grabs a handful of his hair, dragging the Arab up to his feet unceremoniously. The Demonic One begins dragging his opponent back toward the pile of pain that he poured onto the concrete floor. Just as they reach it, Kamil shows signs of life, delivering a series of quick but painful punches to the abdomen of Demon, forcing the large man to relinquish his grip upon the hair of Fathi. The Mid-East Beast then manages to connect with a lifting knee strike, pounding into the masked face of Demon with authority. He continues the knee strikes, each one weakening Demon more and more, bringing Kamil ever closer to one of the biggest comebacks in EVPW history. However, the Arab makes one mistake, stopping his barrage of attacks. This gives the Master of the Abyss the chance to get his bearings back and put up a guard, which he does as soon as Fathi attempts to come at him once more. Demon blocks a high kick from Fathi before decking the smaller man with a huge right hand. Kamil falls to the ground as if in a daze, unsure of where he is as Demon looks down upon him, hatred written across his face.

Demon lifts Kamil back up to his feet before sending him straight back down to the concrete as he cracks his own skull against that of Fathi. This time, the Demonic One leaves Fathi on his back, turning his attention upon the cage door. It is the only thing that separates him from Kamil's minions outside, and he appears to want nothing more than to make them suffer the same fate as their master. The Master of the Abyss walks over to the door and begins attempting to open it, but it does not budge as their is a chain lock used to keep it shut. After a number of fruitless attempts to escape the hellacious structure, Demon walks over to the ring and flips up the apron once more, looking for something, anything, to help him open up the cell door. Before he can find an object that is to his liking, however, Kamil seems to come out of nowhere, barbed wire baseball bat now in hand. He swings the weapon down upon the unsuspecting back of Demon, connecting and causing him to cry out in pain. The barbs dig into his flesh, tearing it away from his body along with ripping open his shirt. Dark crimson pours out of the Demonic One's back as he falls onto his stomach under the ring.

"Wow! Neither of these men can seem to keep the momentum going for them for more than a few minutes now! And now Fathi has it recaptured, and Demon's back is bleeding profusely."

"Don't forget how much blood Kamil has lost already in this match, Trix. I don't think that those couple of scrapes on Demon's back will keep him down for too long. He'll be back up and ready to take control once more."

..TBC..

[Kamil Fathi]

While the inertia of Demon is at rest, Kamil Fathi rolls out of the ring and falls to the concrete below. He takes the back of his hand and removes a heap of blood from in front of his hateful eyes before lifting up the ring cover. Kamil slowly drags out a tool box, before sliding it into the ring. The Mid East Beast climbs onto the apron before placing his head in between the middle and top ropes. Before he can completely enter the ring however, the probably size 13 boot of the former Imperial Champion is lifted into the air, as he had recovered from his distress. Demon, with his body contorted to the side, clocks Kamil Fathi in between the eyes with the sole of his boot, knocking his ego down a few notches and causing him to fall on the apron.

Sang: "Demon connects with a Superkick, or "Fury" as he calls it! Its almost redundant at this point but the momentum has once again shifted."

Trix: "If one of these men could just keep control of this match long enough, we could see the birth of a new era. "

Demon plods heavily to a tormented Kamil Fathi who struggles to lift himself to his feet. The Masked Messiah throws Fathi's arm over his shoulder and places his head in his arm pit. Demon digs his boots into the canvas and slightly bends his knees, and as he pops his hips he lifts the Mid East Beast off the apron and into the air. Fathi finds his world turned upside down, as Demon demonstrates his amazing strength. But before the masked titan can apply the finishing touches, Fathi suddenly turns and slides out of Demon's clutches. Kamil ends up in back of his foe, and with Demon clueless, staggering in place, the Mid East Beast wraps his arm around his opponent's large frame. He clamps his hands together and encloses Demon in a circle before popping his hips and gritting his teeth. The 300 + pound destroyer finds himself ascending to the sky, and as the fans jump to their feet, the Mid East Beats bends his back. He pulls Demon over his head, and the former Imperial Champion's neck wrings as his skull slams hard on the mat. After pancaking on the canvas, both bodies go their separate ways, and the arena applauds fiercely, as chants of "This is Awesome" quickly shower the arena.

Fathi rolls away toward the tool box after a German Suplex so implausible that it elicited disbelief and excitement from the audience. Fathi unlocks the tool box before turning it over and causing the multiple objects to pour out and empty onto the canvas. As Demon leans up on his knees in a debilitated fashion, Fathi charges at him with the tool box brandishes over his head. Before an unbeaten Kamil can level Demon with the weapon, the Masked Monster cocks his fist back before driving it forward. The fist speeds through Fathi's arrogant aura like a bullet, and his knuckles tattoo a new scar on his belly. Saliva and oxygen sputter out his mouth as the tool box slips from his possession and falls to the floor. Kamil staggers before bending over, allowing Demon to grasp the steel chair that happened to be next to him. With one fluid motion, the chair swipes through the atmosphere and puts another dent into Fathi's armor as it crashes against the side of his head. The force has the Arab turning, before he falls flat on his face. Demon slowly rises to his feet, while his opponent grinds his fingers into the canvas, trying to cope with intense head trauma.

Fathi snabs a hammer and places it under his chest before lifting himself up on his knees. Demon raises the steel chair into the air, and marches toward his adversary, but just when he is about to completely behead the Arab, Kamil Fathi rolls toward Demon, and cocks the hammer back before swinging it and maliciously driving it into the monster's knee cap. The chair slips from Demon's hands and the behemoth drops down to one knee, with his possibly injured one resting on the canvas. Though his mask covers his face he is definitely cringing, obviously in severe pain. Fathi rises to his feet, and smiles a sadistic smile while his crimson read face paints a gruesome picture for the spectators. Fathi holds the hammer with both hands, staring at it with fascination. Kamil then steps forward, and raises the hammer behind his head before smashing it on top of Demon's skull. The devastating wallop knocks Demon over and renders him inert.

Sang: "That's sick! What's the hell is this man's problem?"

Trix: "Did he just hit him in the head? Barbaric! My God this match is incredible!"

Sang: "Incredible, this match is brutal and it hurts my eyes to watch. All for a strap!"

Trix: "Not just any strap, the Dragon's Rage Championship. Only two men have held it to this day, one Metal Dragon and Rhaps being the last. Kamil put Rhaps out of commission so he deserves to be the king!"

Sang: "He can win the match, but deliberately torturing people is sick and twisted. "

Kamil drops down to his side before slithering toward "Barbie", Demons best friend. Fathi grabs the barbed wire bat by its handle before grabbing onto the ropes and using them as leverage to make it to his feet. Fathi plants his feet before cocking the weapon back. Demon makes a strenuous effort to get to his feet, as he is almost one legged due to the pinpoint hammer shot to his knee. When he regains a vertical base, Kamil Fathi charges at him and when his foe turns around he swings the hammer and connects, blasting Demon in his midsection. The barbed wire slices and dices Demon's flesh, and causes him to let out a series of screeching noises.

The monster drops down to one knee while Fathi rests in the corner. Demon slowly staggers to his feet while the audible cries of "COME ON!" by the Mid East Beast are heard. When a helpless Demon rises up, Fathi once again charges at him but this time with the bat held over his head. Demon instinctively gets a fist up, before driving it into the nose of the Arab-American. Demon cocks his other fist back before driving it forward and connecting with another biff. The monster bends his elbow back whilst cocking and loading his fist once more before twisting his body toward his opponent. The former Imperial Champion slugs Kamil Fathi for a third time and this time the Arab is swept off his feet. The bat rolls toward the feet of the masked beast, while Kamil Fathi rolls onto his belly.

Demon bends over and seizes his weapon, before lifting it into the air. Kamil crawls away first, before climbing to his feet. The sadistic monster, with the barbed wire bat held tightly, swings it downward at the turning Arab. The bat slams onto the forehead of the undefeated Muslim Warrior, knocking him on his back and taking him off his high horse.

Trix: "Good grief! Kamil Fathi tried to block it but obviously to no avail!"

Sang: "How do you block barbed wire! Demon damn near put the bat through Kamil's head. I think this one is over!"

Demon marches toward the corner while Kamil Fathi rests on his back and stares at the ceiling lights. Demon takes the barbed wire bat and situates it on top of the top turnbuckle with the barbed wire coil sticking out. Demon turns his attention back to Kamil Fathi who crawls toward the opposite turnbuckle. Demon, walking with a slow, heavy gait, approaches Kamil Fathi. The monster snatches Kamil by his hair before lifting him to his feet. Demon tosses him in the corner and presses Fathi's back against the padding of the turnbuckles before grappling his head. Demon takes his elbow and fires it up, cutting through the air and blasting Fathi in the chin. Kamil's head pops back, leaving himself prone to be assaulted. Demon takes his fist, and begin raining down fists of fury. Demon opens up Fathi's gashes with a series of solid shots. After the 5th or 6th one, Demon pulls away, allowing Kamil Fathi to stumble out of the corner.

Demon lifts Kamil onto his shoulders before carrying him toward the barbed wire bat. Demon stares it and makes sure the Arab-American is steady before throwing Kamil off his shoulders. Fathi plummets through the atmosphere before slamming face first onto the barbed wire coil.

When his feet reach the canvas, Kamil staggers back in place. With Kamil in a precarious state, in imminent danger, Demon charges across the ring. The 300 pound devil bounces off the ropes and lowers his head while leading with his shoulder. The shoulder blade cuts through Fathi's defenses like lawn mowers cut through grass, as Demon blasts Fathi in the midsection. As Demon reaches the canvas with his knees, he drags the undefeated superstar to the mat.

Trix: "DEATH! That's a spear that will take the fight right outta ya. Hell, I think I feel some of Fathi's spit on my face!"

Sang: "If falling on barbed wire face first wasn't bad enough. This monster came tonight for blood, and he's got it and now he's three seconds away from the Heavyweight Championship! "

Demon drapes his arm over the chest of the fallen immigrant and the referee drops to the canvas, raising his arm into the air and beginning his count.

"1!"

"2!"

Almost in defiance, the Mid East Beast is able to roll his shoulder over just before the referee's hand can come down and smack the mat for a third time. The masked monster leans up to his knees before planting his fists into the mat, obviously consumed with a fiery rage. The monster picks his hairs that stick out of his mask before slowly rolling out of the ring. Demon approaches the steel stairs and kicks them repeatedly before giving them one powerful shove and knocking them off their hinges. From there, Demon grabs the stairs and lifts it up before sliding it under the bottom rope. The monster exchanges looks with the group of men surrounding the cage like jackals, hidden behind ski masks.

Demon rolls back into the ring before sliding them into the middle of the ring. Demon grabs the Arab-American by his head before lifting him up. The monster wraps Kamil's head in between his legs before lifting him upside down and into he air. The legs of the Mid East Beast straddle around Demon's head, but as he is about to expunge the undefeated steak of the Arab, Kamil Fathi exhibits his strive and determination to stick it to America. Fathi pelts Demon in the forehead with a stiff shot, followed by another and then a third that has the former Imperial Champion reeling. Demon loses his footing, and collapses, dropping to his back and allowing Kamil to weasel his way out of another close call.

Fathi slides his battered body toward the corner before using it to climb to his feet. The Arab, bleeding copiously from the face, steps through the middle and top rope before climbing the the turnbuckles. As he ascends to the heavens, Demon recoups from Fathi's most recent counter. The masked monstrosity climbs to his feet, and charges at the corner, in hot pursuit of the Mid East Beast who reaches the top. The monster rings Fathi's bell with a mammoth right hand that connects at the temple and nearly knocks him of his proverbial throne. The shot is enough to slow Fathi down, allowing Demon to take the ultimate risk in search for the ultimate gain. The 6 foot 7 Goliath scales the turnbuckle and reaches Fathi at the top.

Demon places the head of the stupefied Arab in his armpit and drapes his arm over his respective shoulders before falling backward and dragging Kamil off the top rope. Kamil flips over him, and as Demon reaches the canvas the Arab lands across the steel stairs, with the spine of the immigrant gnarling across the structures side.

While both lifeforms remain quiescent, one ridiculously bent over a solid object and the other resting on the canvas, the arena is swallowed in the vociferous cheers of "HOLY SHIT" shouted by the spectators.

Trix: "Demon just fucking Superplexed Kamil Fathi onto the steel steps. Did you see how his back bent across it! OMG!"

Sang: "The referee needs to put a stop to this contest! Fuck it, where's Ace at? This match has to end here before someone loses a life, and not just a career!"

Trix: "You're not getting squeamish over there are you. What did you expect? It's a Hell In A Cell. The hell has been brought!"

TBC by Demon

[Kamil Fathi]

(72 Hour Rule)

The Hell In A Cell thus far has lived up to it's sanguinary, as both men still remain motionless, battered, with their own blood spilling out their open wounds abundantly. Finally, showing signs of life is Demon, who slowly begins to stir. He drags his scarred, beaten body toward the Mid East Beast who remains as a demonstration for what a pliable human being look like. The Superheavyweight Goliath drapes his arm over Fathi chest which is draped in crimson red. Hoping the brutality has finally reached its end, the referee drops to the canvas and throws his arm into the air.

"1!"

"2!"

Repetition is the word to describe the match, as Kamil Fathi repeats a seemingly never ending phase, as he manages to roll his shoulder over, beating the ref's hand and breaking up Demon's pinfall. The force of Fathi's defiance, causes him to push Demon aside while coercing his own self onto the canvas. As both bodies lie on the canvas, seemingly lifeless yet again, the ref slowly begins dragging the steel stairs toward the corner, hoping neither superstar will be able to use it as a weapon on his opponent again.

The 300 pounder staggers to his feet, while Kamil struggles to even lift his head off the canvas. Demon stumbles backward, before tripping into the ropes. He rests his head on the top before expectorating a heap of blood from is mouth. Demon doubles over a moment, and wraps his arms around his waist before leaning up and advancing to the steel chair beside him. The monster lifts the steel chair off the mat and hoists it before is eyes, staring at the major dents and painted red that confine it. As Demon wields the chair, Kamil Fathi slowly makes it back to a vertical base. He stumbles on his two's before careening forward. Attempting to take advantage of Fathi's unsteady state, Demon cocks the steel chair back before sidestepping and swinging it through the atmosphere. Shockingly enough, maybe even out of instinct, Kamil Fathi ducks his gashed head, dodging the potential knock out blow. The referee though, doesn't share the same luck as Kamil Fathi, as Demon's misguided chair slams into his forehead. The official is knocked off his feet, and his once white and black outfit is now recolored in a fresh red, as his bloody quickly pours out of his forehead.

Sang: "Down goes the referee, and now there's no one to attempt to keep order in this chaotic contest. "

Trix: "And now he's bleeding! Way to insert yourself in the contest Mr. Official. Tonight, everyone leaves on a stretcher!"

Before Demon can turn himself and reload for another chair shot, Kamil lunges forward, and leads by his shoulder. With his head tucked down, Fathi drives his shoulder blade into the back of Demon's leg, knocking the monster down to one knee, and freeing the chair from his evil clutches. The Saudi Sadist makes it back to a vertical base before lurching toward Demon. He takes a moment to both steady himself and size his opponent up and afterward he tucks Demon's head in between his legs. He underhooks the arms of the fiery beast, but as he attempts to lift the monster from his contort zone, Demon exploits his size and strength advantage, or what little might he has left. Demon swings his arms from Fathi grip, before grabbing onto the undefeated Muslim's knees. Demon pops his hips and leans up, pushing Fathi up and causing him to ascend into the sky before throwing him over his shoulders and dumping the Arab spine first on the canvas. The counter ends with a "THUD", as the ring shifts a little.

Demon backs into the corner and awaits the Arab. Kamil wobbles to his feet, before slowly rotating around. By that time the monster had already recuperated and recovered his stamina, as he advances toward his foe and throws his leg into the air before driving it forward and burying his foot into the gut of his adversary. As Fathi grimaces in pain, Demon leans over and wraps his arms around the legs of his opponent before pulling forward and tripping his adversary. With a supine Fathi's legs hooked in each of his arms, Demon leans Fathi up onto his upper back and neck before turning him over and stepping over his body simultaneously. With the Arab on his belly, Demon slightly stoops down, applying intense pressure on Fathi's spinal region and mercilessly bending his legs toward his back.

Almost instantly, Kamil Fathi concedes to the pressure, as both his palms repeatedly slam against the canvas. The clear submission, which in any other circumstance would bring the end to the bout is meaningless however, as the referee is still unconscious an unaware of the situation, as he rests on the side of the ring apron and continues to sleep in his own blood.

Sang: "He submitted, the match is over, Demon's the new champion!"

Trix: "Almost true. No ref means no winner. Fathi's undefeated streak remains intact and this match will continue to progress!"

Sang: "Demon had this match won. Fathi submitted. He was no match for the Boston Crab! There should be a new champion right here. "

An exasperated Demon slowly marches toward the referee. Demon leans over the top rope and grabs the long hair of the official before violently swinging the ref's head from side to side, attempting to awake him from his slumber. As he drags the referee to his feet, the Mid East Beast stirs himself to a vertical base once again. Unsensed by his rival, Kamil charges forward, and slams his shoulder hard into the carved back of his opponent. The force causes Demon's momentum to slam into the ropes and ultimately into the ref who is suddenly thrown back and into the air. The referee crashes into the unforgiving steel of the cell before slamming to the concrete.

With capitalizes on the chaos, as he pulls the sluggish, dazed Demon from the ropes and bends him over before placing hi head in between his legs. Kamil seizes Demon's arms before tangling them in an underhook fashion. The Mid East Beast grits his teeth and closes his eyes before slowly lifting the monster off his feet to a vertical base. With Demon suspended upside down Kamil Fathi drops down to his knees, leaving Demon in a freefall and completely unprotected, as his head slams into the mat. An excruciatingly painful shock is sent down Demon's spinal cord, as his neck contorts. The Mid East Beast releases his foe, allowing the 300+ pound behemoth to fall to his side.

Following the colossal maneuver, Kamil Fathi slowly rolls under the bottom rope and leans on the ring apron.

Trix: "Arabian Nightmare by Kamil Fathi, Demon's head was just driven into the mat!"

Sang: "Kamil took the most of his opportunity and capitalized on Demon's collision with the referee. I think Demon's head might have clanked with the official. But as you said Trix, there' no referee so we can't count a winner!"

Trix: "I didn't ask you to state the obvious! "

The Mid East Beasts slips to the outside before advancing to the referee in a slow, unsteady gait. Kamil leans over after his arrival and commences to digging into the official's pockets. After his second try on the second slot, Fathi draws out a key and hoists it into the air. The undefeated Arab, draped in new confidence, new arrogance and in a gruesome red mask, charges at the cell door before shuffling the key in his hand. He suddenly inserts it into the lock, and turns it to the side, unlocking the door. Fathi kicks the door open and steps to the side. His henchmen suddenly enter the ring and pour into the ring like fasting men who throw themselves at a feast.

Kamil quickly rendezvous with his assistants, before shouting at them in his native tongue. The tallest man steps forward and leans over the lifeless Demon before grabbing him by his head. The character drags Demon to a vertical base before placing his hands under his arms. The numbers game quickly comes into play, as Kamil lunges forward with a fist and maliciously drives it into the sternum of his wounded foe. Fathi follows up with a series of brutal shots which would severely injure any normal man.

Kamil then turns to his nearest henchman before extending his arm out. His ally hands him a pair of brass knucks which the undefeated Arab happily inserts his hand into. Kamil takes a step back as does the remaining men, and as he peers into the weary eyes of his opponent he cocks his heavy armored fist back. After a brief moment, Kamil moves in, driving his fist, with all his weight behind it, forward. To a startling dismay, Demon somehow escapes from captivity, and ducks Fathi who continues forward. The shining brass slam into the throat of Fathi's accomplice, and knocks the man down hard. As a disgruntled, shocked Fathi turns, he is met by Demon's boot, which is slammed into his face.

The nearest two men charge at Demon, but his adrenaline is too much for them both as he extends both his hands out, catching Fathi's men by their throats. Impressive to say the least, Demon lifts the men into the air before throwing them back down to the mat with a violent passion, as his fury fueled chokeslams render Fathi's associates immobilized.

Kamil Fathi leans up from off his knees, as he glares at Demon who slowly turns around after his recent flurry. Kamil charges at his adversary while cocking his fist back and with extreme might he swings his fist. Once again Demon defies the odds, as he ducks to the side, causing Kamil to become unbalanced. Now facing one another, Demon lifts his knee up before hatefully spiking into Fathi's gut. The Arab doubles over, allowing Demon to place his head in between his legs. The beast lifts Fathi up onto his shoulder after wrapping his huge arms around the Arab''s waist. With great intensity and power, Demon falls forward, and thrusts Kamil Fathi into the canvas, slamming him hard and delivering a devastating blow.

Sang: "Death's Chariot, what a Powerbomb!"

Trix: "How Demon avoided utter demise at the hands of Fathi and his sharks I'll never know!"

A sulky Demon falls over and lays his arm over Fathi's bare chest. He remains in that position due to necessity but as the fans chant "1....2....3..!" in unison, there is no sign of the referee. That's where lady luck smiles on the sadistic creature. The curtains are pushed aside allowing a new, fresh referee to sprint to ring side. The official dives through the ropes and throws his arm into the air before beginning his count.

"1!"

"2!"