Kamil Fathi
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"Everyone has a debt to pay, I'm just the cashier."
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Post by Kamil Fathi on Jul 6, 2009 3:03:01 GMT -4
Following the bloodbath of a Mindnight Massacre between Jake Diamond and the "Hardcore Assassin", Dominik Santiago, hordes of EVPW officials and staff charge to the ring, carrying with them large bags of sand, ready to dump around the ring, in preperation for the Arabian Deathmatch. As the ring is put into place for the violent bout, the Butcher-tron suddenly flickers to life, diverting the attention of the fans while the arena lights suddenly begin to dim.
The feed opens up to a blank screen, and changes to static before suddenly becoming clear. All eyes of the specatators gaze at Kamil Fathi leaning on the wall backstage with his back to the world, and his Dragon's Rage Championship draped over his shoulder with the glittering centerpiece facing the peering eyes of the audience.
Following the comments from the mentally unstable champion, Kamil Fathi turns, whilst snatching his Dragon's Rage Championship from his shoulder and displaying his cold, glaring, hateful eyes to the sold out crowd. The turban of Kamil Fathi is removed from his head and suddenly heaved at the camera, covering the lens and causing the feed to go dark, simultaneously coercing the arena into a state of pitch black darkness.
Standing outside the ring, is Lizzie Morna, who slowly hoists a mic to her lips before addressing the crowd who is fired up and anxious to see the two former comrades go head to head for the first time ever, in a sophisticated tone, projecting her seductive voice.
Lizzie Morna: "The following contest is an Arabian Deathmatch for the Dragon's Rage Championship. You must first pin your opponent to become eligible to win. Once eligible, you must beat your opponent until he cannot answer a count of 10. The Last Man Standing will be the victor and will leave tonight as your...DRAGON'S-RAGE-Champion."
Following the announcement of the stunning Lizzie Morna, a brief moment of silence passes throughout the arena, before a large yellow spotlight shines down upon the stage. The eager fans are then startled, completely caught of guard by the sounds of "King of Kings" by Motorhead, as it blares onto the P.A. system blaring loudly throughout the spectrum. The curtains are quickly pushed aside, allowing the undefeated champion to emerge. Kamil Fathi stands at the top of the stage, the spotlight shining upon him, while his Dragon's Rage Title illuminates. The champion wears a crown over the top of his head, and black tights that reach the thigh with Arabian designs all over them.
Kamil surveys the arena, and wipes the rim of his nose with the back of his hand before marching down to the arena, his shoulders moving ostentatiously, and his gait of extreme arrogance. As the Arab reaches the middle of the ramp, his saunter comes to a sudden halt. From there, Fathi commences to sliding his prestigious strap from his shoulder, before pridefully hoisting into the air whilst cocking his head back and raising it to the heavens. His pose causes an eruption of fireworks to commences, as the pyrotechnics blast off behind him.
After the fireworks comes to an abrupt end, a cloud of smoke is seen inhabiting the atmosphere, one which the Dragon's Rage Title slowly descends from before finding it's way back across the firm shoulder it's current caretaker. With his title seized tightly, Fathi continues with his strut to the ring.
"Introducing first, hailing from Saudi Arabia standing at 6 foot 3, 235 pounds. He is the undefeated, KING of SNK...Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Dragon's Rage Champion...KAMIL FATHI!"
The champion marches up the sand hill before entering the ring, stepping in between the middle and top rope. He quickly ascends up the nearest turnbuckle, and snobbishly hoists his arms and championship once again into the air, causing the lights to return to their normal setting, and evoking a mixed reaction from the crowd.
The champion slowly climbs down, and hands his title to the ring official who folds it up before backing into the corner. As his theme tune pans out, Fathi back peadals into the corner, and slumps down a bit before lowering his head, making his final prayers and probably mentally preparing and conditioning himself for his barbaric adversary.
Ray White: "And here it, for the Dragon's Rage Title, Kamil Fathi vs Nicholas Carson. A smart man doesn't bet against the Titan representative, but he's pitting against a man who damn near ended Vladimir Strife's Career. And Kamil Fathi is no Vladimir Strife! Oh, HOLD ME MR. PATE!"
Jimmy Pate: "You know, I'll pass. And no he's no Strife, but the Mid East Messiah is SNK's equivalent. There's not been an adversity he's met that he hasn't overcome. But tonight, as you have hinted on, he's meeting his most difficult obstacle."
Ray: "This impediment, is none of than former Imperial Champion, Nicholas Carson. I'm telling you, this is gonna get ugly quickly and I don't think Fathi has what it takes to beat that monster."
Jimmy Pate: "You heard Kamil, he's a monster himself and the beast is about ready to be unleashed."
TBC by Nicholas Carson
(OOC: 2 Trash Cans lie in the ring full of various weapons, stacks of tables are found near the annonce table. Pinfalls count anywhere as does the 10 count. )
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Kamil Fathi
Local Draw
"Everyone has a debt to pay, I'm just the cashier."
Posts: 118
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Post by Kamil Fathi on Jul 8, 2009 3:41:50 GMT -4
The bout has already gotten underway, quite quickly, matching the energetic, tense atmosphere and tempo. The will and feral rage of the inner beast residing in the Arab American allows him to back his much taller, stronger adversary into the corner. From there, Kamil quickly lifts his knee before maliciously driving it into the gut of his arch rival, causing the air to sputter from his ignorant mouth. Carson contorts his face in agony, while Kamil Fathi continues his relentless onslaught, coming down on top the head of the rapist with barrage of stiff shots, knocking the U.S.A. native senseless and coercing him to the mat in a perched position. The current invulnerable champion of Saturday nights is suddenly subdued by the official, as he pushes Kamil back, allowing the helpless, Carson to climb back to a vertical base and regain his bearings. The Middle East Messiah, driven by inconceivable rage and unyielding vengeance, tosses the referee out of his way, before commencing to attempt to continue with his offense. As he angrily marches within range, Nicholas Carson uses the brief distraction as his advantage, as he quickly pushes forward out of the corner, and throws his elbow into the air before swinging it through the atmosphere, planting it into the jaw of the Dragon’s Rage Champion.
Kamil Fathi retaliates from the blow though, as he turns back to Carson, his fist cocked back before being fired forward, like a sword, it cuts through Carson’s shield, his barrier of self confidence and arrogance, before being buried in the nose of the animalistic challenger, knocking him into the ropes. After clouting his opponent, the eager, livid Arab moves forward and seizes his foe’s wrist before jerking him off the ropes whilst spinning. Before he can execute the maneuver however, Carson demonstrates his own technical ability, turning the Irish Whip on his mentally battered opponent, launching him across the ring. As Fathi rebounds, Carson advances into the center of the ring before lowering his head, a novice like miscalculation that the Dragon’s Rage Champion is quick to exploit. With his foe in the midst of the squared hell, Kamil Fathi slows his pace quick enough to grapple the exposed skull of his bitter nemesis, before leaping into the air, only to drop to one knee, viciously slamming the face of the former Imperial Champion into his exposed knee, stunning the 6 foot 7 titan, and rendering him reeling.
As Carson tumbles into the ropes, ultimately collapsing into them, the Dragon’s Rage Champion quickly back pedals back into the center of the ring before hunkering over, sizing up his opponent who is thrown back toward his adversary. The Mid East Messiah lifts up and dashes at the groggy Heavyweight, before leaping up slightly off the canvas and raising his arms level to head, before forcefully thrusting them into the sternum of Nicholas Carson, knocking the big bad psychopath off his proverbial pedestal and in reality, leaving him picking himself off the canvas. As Carson attempts to crawl to safety, in search for solace and attempting to alleviate the assault dished out by the incandescent immigrant. As Carson pulls himself up with the rope as leverage, Kamil Fathi advances upon his lethargic opponent, raising his arm high across his head before making a cutting motion through the atmosphere, slamming his forearm into the upper back of his antagonist, clubbing him hard and leaving him wincing in agony. With his adversary completely at his mercy, though compassion is the one attribute the dominating Arab has left from his repertoire tonight, Fathi yanks his foe off the ropes and whips him across the ring. Carson ducks his beheading, avoiding a stiff clothesline, dropping his head whilst continuing to press onward. He bounces off the ropes and quickly accelerates, and with his opponent not quick with his reaction, the nefarious Nicholas launches into the air and raising his, before slamming it into Kamil, castigating the facial features of the unbeatable Arab and dropping him to the canvas like a bad habit.
Jimmy: “White, Nicholas Carson was getting his tail whipped early, a Facebuster Knee Smash and a Flying Forearm, but that Running High Knee has shifted the momentum!”
Ray: “Carson will need more than his brute strength to beat Fathi tonight. Wait, that’s all he’ll need. We’re DOOMED!”
A mixture of a psychotic and smug smirk etches on the face of a more confident Carson, standing tall after having weathered and withstood the storm thus far. With the palms resting on the knees of a crouching Carson, the sadistic beast eyes his adversary, skulking behind him and coiled like a scorpion ready to strike. While Fathi climbs to his feet and obliviously rotates around, Carson suddenly leans up and backs into the ropes before bouncing off and using them to add to his momentum, lifting his leg level to his head before planting it across the side of Kamil’s face, landing a thunderous Big Boot, and artful shot that awkwardly shifts Fathi’s jaw alignment and causes his head to snap to the side. With the Dragon’s Rage Champion’s body rambling on the canvas like a drunk, Kamil Fathi quickly drops to the floor before collapsing onto the chest of his adversary and hooking his leg, attempting to get the first fall of the night.
“1!”
“2!”
The tenacious champion thwarts Carson’s efforts to gain the quick advantage, rolling his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall, and exhibiting his obduracy and refusal to be defeated by the former Imperial Champion. Carson grips both sides of Fathi’s head and tugs him to his feet before stepping back and pulling him toward himself. Fathi’s technical prowess is enough to avert danger, as he spins and counters, grabbing Carson by his wrist before reeling him in. The Middle East Messiah strategically wraps his arm around the torso of Nick Carson, and places his arm around the head of his opposition, and after clasping his hands together tightly he quickly reclines backward, falling to the canvas and emphatically driving the head of former Imperial Champion into the mat. The Reverse STO renders Nicholas Carson jerking spasmodically on the mat of the squared hell, his hands cupped across his face, his body twitching violently. As Carson struggles to his feet, Kamil Fathi slithers toward one of the two trashcans, and removes the lid before cocking it back and loitering forward, stalking his prey. The incognizant Carson sticks his head up, his gritted teeth opening up wide, as his mouth gapes simultaneously with the unclenching of his eyes. His trauma is quite from relieved however, as the Mid East Beast swings the lid through the atmosphere, cutting through the air fraught with enmity. The weapon collides with the skull of Nick Carson, causing a loud, harsh “CRACK” sound to echo throughout the arena as the aluminum lid is slightly dented and the challenger is staggering into the ropes. Kamil Fathi stretches his arms out in a crucifix, and raises his head to the heavens, glowing with a euphoric sense of arrogance, his self confidence growing and his self-gratification stronger than ever.
As the trash can lid is tossed aside, Kamil Fathi dashes at his sluggish, abused adversary, and quickly extends his arm out as far as possible. As approaches his foe, the deranged Nicholas Carson recuperates from the previous slobber knocker of a trash can lid shot, shaking the cobwebs and leaning over, before extending his arm out and using Fathi’s momentum against him. Carson springs up whilst popping his hips, sending the Dragon’s Rage Champion airborne. Out of desperation, Fathi is able to grab onto the ropes, using them to swing himself back down to the apron, and for now safety. Before he can gain his complete footing, the deranged Nicholas Carson spins around while simultaneously cocking his fist back, before firing it forward, leaning in with his weight, viciously driving his pan like fist into the bottom lip of undefeated King of SNK, causing Kamil’s eyes to grow weary and pushing nearly off the apron. With the Saudi Sadist in a precarious position, Nicholas Carson charges across the ring, bouncing off the far ropes and picking up incredible speed. The 6 foot 7 savage lowers his head, leaning by his broad shoulder. As Fathi pulls himself forward, Carson leaves his feet and dives forward as if he had been fired out from a cannon. Like a dagger he pierces the Fathi’s shield spawned by a fierce detestation for America, and unrelenting pompousness, only to plunge his shoulder blade into the midsection of the Mid East Messiah, causing both men to crash onto sand hill below. Following a destructive Spear, both men lie sprawling on the concrete, one the challenger who has shifted the momentum once again and the other the champion, though unbeaten to this point in his career, obviously proven to be quite un-impregnable
Ray: “BAH GAWD…A SPEAR INTO THE SAND, AND THERE THEY GO TUMBLING DOWN THE HILL AND ONTO THE CONCRETE!”
Jimmy: “Fathi was feeling himself, maybe a little too much, and Carson quickly made him pay for it.”
Ray: “You can’t take too many of those either. The fight could have just been tackled right out of our champion!”
Jimmy: “I won’t go that far, but we may be reaching that destination!”
The first to climb to his feet is Carson, who tilts his head in an askew before beating one side of his skull, knocking some of the sand from out of his ears before turning to his foe that is still convulsing on the bone cold concrete. Carson leans over and grips Fathi’s by his hair tightly, before jerking him to a vertical base. Nicholas drags Fathi toward the announce table before violently bending his back, only to force it forward, coercing the forehead of the Saudi Sadist into the unforgiving side of the announce table, eliciting moans and groans from the Dragon’s Rage Champion and causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. From there, the sinister, sadistic Carson licks his chops as he takes his free hand and clenches the rim of Fathi’s tights. He spins around, rotating the Arab American before giving one forceful thrust after making the full rotation, tossing him forward with all his might, sending the Saudi Sadist once again skull first into the side of the announce table, forcing the commentary team to jump back cautiously, and eliciting gasps from the sold out audience. The once lifeless, inert Dragon’s Rage Champion slowly begins to stir, and as he attempts to climb to his feet, the challenger marches toward the time keeper’s table before shoving him out of his seat. As the time keeper glares at the heartless Carson, Nicholas just smiles his usual bizarre smile, before lifting the chair into the air, closing it, and brandishing it before the eyes of the canvas evoking a chorus of cheers, as they support the United States citizen in his endeavors to dethrone the Muslim Messiah, disregarded his shady past and current transgressions. With Fathi slumped across the announce table, Nicholas Carson grins a maniacal grin, as he is beaming with an elated pride. His apathetic eyes lock onto the wounded champion who slowly turns. Catching a glimpse of the battered champion, Carson swings the chair downward, causing the steel object to violently clash against the flesh, the skull of the Mid East Beast, causing Fathi’s head to jerk and bringing fourth vehement cries of more bloodshed from the fans. Their cries are answered once again by the former Imperfect, as he steps to the side and cocks the chair back, only to swing it through the atmosphere, and blast it through what’s left of Kamil’s protective shield of extreme arrogance, coercing him off his feet while inducing a clanking sound due to the steel meeting the flesh. While Fathi rolls down the announce table and into the laps of WNG’s commentary team, Nicholas Carson remains standing triumphant
Jimmy: “Steel met flesh twice in that exchange, and everyone knows what the outcome of that battle was!”
Ray: “HUR-DUR….DA STEEL! And I never thought Kamil Fathi would be in my lap. And he so close to my-“
Jimmy: “JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU SICK BASTARD!”
The announce crew scatter as Nicholas Carson makes his way to their vicinity. The challenger slams the steel chair onto the concrete before snatching Fathi and lifting the Arab to his feet, turning him to the camera and revealing a face that is quickly being swallowed and engulfed in a crimson red. The blood begins flowing profusely from the “Middle East Messiah”, as he knees are almost complete buckled. Fathi is pushed back, allowing Carson to build up some serious momentum which he uses to certainly decapitate his adversary. Carson extends his large arm out, and rams it into the chest of the Arab, the biceps crashing hard against the torso of the bleeding Arab with a force that sends both icons tumbling over the guard rail.
Carson gradually regains a vertical base, and as his opponent barely manages to get to his knees he turns to a fan wielding a “GO BLESS FATHI” sign. Carson glares at the fellow audience member, obviously disgusted by the obvious American child who has thrown away his nationalism and decided to side with the enemy, the Saudi Sadist who’s face is concealed in a crimson mask. Angrily, Nicholas Carson swipes the sign from the fans hand, before turning and glowering at his debilitated foe. As Fathi attempts to rise to his feet, his is unable to in time, causing Nicholas to raise the sign over his head before slamming it downward, putting Fathi’s head straight through the cardboard, forcing him to wear it like a neck brace. Nicholas Carson steps back and admires his work, gazing at the collar he has forced the Dragon’s Rage Champion to sport. After a brief moment, Carson takes both ends of the cardboard before pulling them from both ends, ripping it apart, and leaving Kamil the same bloody, scarred champion he was before. Carson waits for the rising of his adversary, and when his antagonist climbs to his feet, Carson charges at him with every aspiration to extirpate the foe and both defeat him for his championship and end his undefeated reign. The feet of Carson slam ever so harder on the concrete in the audience area, and he moves ever so closer to the broken body of the champion. Shockingly enough, Carson is unable to finally demolish his former protégé, for when he lunges forward; the Dragon’s Rage Champion violently bridges his back and wraps his arms around the torso of the barbaric challenger, only to haul him overhead, sending him soaring over the guard rail and flying straight at Jimmy Pate and Ray White who barely are able to doge harms way, sliding their seats aside leaving Nicholas Carson to crash and burn hard across the announce table, only to slide down and fall to the concrete below.
Jimmy: “We just saw first hand, how determined Kamil Fathi is to retain his championship. He just threw a near 7 footer over top his head and over the security rail. And Carson’s fall onto this very table was less than ceremonious.”
Ray: “That Belly To Belly Suplex will never be done by anyone better. But that’s not gonna keep a hungry Nicholas Carson down. I mean come on Fathi, your already bleeding and what are we, 10 minutes into the match? NO RETAINING FOR YOU!”
Jimmy: “I’ve seen men go through worse hells in my day and still emerge victorious. There’s a lot of fight left and I don’t think it would be wise to count out the champ just yet.”
Ray: “Since when has anything I’ve ever done been wise? It’s almost always driven by emotion and my lack of judgment, and both those things are telling me that Kamil Fathi is on the verge of a catastrophic meltdown!”
Kamil Fathi slowly climbs over the guard rail before rising to his feet, and heavily plodding toward his fallen adversary, Nicholas Carson who slithers on his belly along the concrete. The fatigued and manhandled champion advances to Carson who has regained a vertical base, although hunched over due to some lingering back spasms. The abundantly bleeding Arab capitalizes on the opportunity, exploiting the precarious Nicholas Carson who strained spinal region has left him in quite the precarious position. Fathi slowly cocks his fist back and with his free hand places his palm across the side of his bitter rival’s head before leaning in and stepping forward, firing the fist and slugging Carson in between the eyes with a stiff blow. The knees of Nicholas jelly up, and they get much, much worse as Fathi follows up from his previous biff with another strong clout, this time to the nose of the challenger. With Carson stumbling like a drunk, Fathi takes a few steps back and winds up his fist for a third consecutive time, before bending his elbow and swinging his body wildly, attempting to decollate his adversary with a hook resembling haymaker. Much to Fathi’s dismay, there is plenty gas left in the tank of the #1 contender, as he ducks his head causing Kamil’s body to continue to rotate until both superstars end up in front of one another, with Carson at the advantage over his slightly unbalanced counterpart. Carson quickly hoists his paw like hand into the air, before thrusting it forward and wrapping it around the front of Fathi’s neck, both grasping and squeezing it tightly with intent of depriving the champ of necessary air.
The first hand is followed up by the second, which is wrapped around the back, allowing the strangling to commence. The #1 contender slowly hoist his foe into the air, but as Fathi finds himself ascending to a heaven he has no intent on arriving to, he strikes out of desperation, much to his antagonist’s chargin. The foot of the champion is driven in between the legs of the challenger, immediately coercing Carson into releasing his savage grip of the champion and doubling over, gawking in sheer agony. The low blow that penetrates Carson’s world is effectively capitalized on, as he seizes Nicholas’s head and places it in his armpit, wrapping his arm around it tightly, squeezing up against it firmly making it impossible for the challenger to wriggle his way free. Kamil commences to going under his adversary’s free leg with his free hand, and grasps the far one before hoisting the stupefied former Imperial Champion into the air, only to leap into the air and fall backward, maliciously driving Carson’s skull straight into the unforgiving concrete, executing a trademark maneuver that evokes vehement jeers of displeasure from the crowd, a sold out, bloodthirsty audience, craving for sheer and utter brutality, and more importantly the downfall of the Arab American Warrior who currently rolls over and collapses onto his opponent, draping his arm over his chest, pinning him and causing the referee to dive out of the ring, and charge down the sand before theatrically throwing himself to the concrete, raising his hand in the air beginning his count.
“1!”
“2!”
Almost in defiance, an inexorable Nicholas Carson rolls his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall and foiling Kamil Fathi’s plot. Having failed to get the initiative after the Cross Legged Fisherman Brainbuster, Kamil Fathi lifts his fists above his head before letting out a fierce moan, simultaneous with his fists slamming hard into the concrete intimating his frustration. As Nicholas climbs to his feet, Kamil quickly springs up and grapples his head before taking his elbow and driving it under and up, planting it into the chin of the former Imperial Champion forcing Nicholas into a lurching state, as he careens up the sand hill and collapses to his knees before falling over, grasping the ropes and pulling himself inside, totally with his bells rung following a European Uppercut. The inertia of the diabolical Carson for now is inert, allowing the crimson masked, Middle East Messiah to search for more weapons of destruction, more ways to inflict unspeakable pain and swallow his foe in despair and agony. Kamil’s discovery, a stack of tables residing close to the announce table. The Dragon’s Rage Champion lifts the wooden furniture piece into the air, before carrying it toward the ring, marching up the sand hill before tossing the table over the top rope, into the squared hell preceding himself. Now in the ring, Kamil Fathi slowly drags the table to the nearby corner, before lifting it up and standing it vertically, so that it is leaning on the turnbuckle padding. As Kamil puts the finishing touches on his decoration, Nicholas Carson slinks toward him, and springs to his feet before wrapping his large arms around his foe’s torso, locking his hands together and enclosing Fathi in a circle. Nick commences to hoist Kamil into the air, before spinning and falling forward, slamming the Dragon’s Rage Champion into the canvas with a thunderous impact which slightly shifts the ring and causes a pile of the 6 feet sand to empty onto the concrete.
Nicholas grips the hair of the bloody Arab and grits his teeth tightly before pulling the fallen Fathi to his feet. Carson commences to bending Kamil over, and wrapping his arms around his torso before hoisting him into the air and onto his shoulders. The hands of Carson move under Kamil’s arms, clenching his armpits, holding the champion tight in a crucifix. Carson quickly turns to the fresh table the Arab American just so happened to have introduced to the savage action, before taking a step back, only to charge forward and throw Kamil off his shoulders, sending the Dragon’s Rage Champion airborne only for him to soar through the atmosphere and crash violently into the wooden, immediately destroying the object on impact, forcing the champion to a perched position, buried beneath the wreckage and debris.
Ray: “The Border Toss from Nicholas Carson. It isn’t his first option, normally, but he just tossed SNK’s Vladimir Strife into that table, and broke him and that wooden piece of furniture into pieces!”
Jimmy: “Nicholas Carson is a man on a mission, and that mission is to completely annihilate Kamil Fathi, and he’s certainly carrying out his task effectively. Fathi has bled for quite sometime and now his world just was rocked, and he can thank that table for that.”
Ray: “And it certainly didn’t cushion his landing either! This is the time for that freak to put Fathi away, he’s done!”
Nicholas Carson slithers toward the wooden graveyard where Kamil’s lifeless carcass resides. The challenger grabs Fathi’s boot and uses it to drag his foe out of the wooden debris and into the midst of the ring, where he quickly rolls over and hooks the champion’s leg. The referee throws himself to the canvas, and throws his arm into the air before beginning his count.
“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
The cheers of the spectators are postponed, as all peeing eyes turn to the arena, where Nicholas Carson slowly climbs to his feet, having just done the impossible, successfully pinning the Dragon’s Rage Champion for a count of three, a feat which no other man or woman has been able to accomplish. The deranged, psychotic smirk etches on the face of the diabolical madman, as he smells the blood in the water like a ferocious shark, gazing down at the seemingly unconscious Arab, who is covered in his own blood and flesh piercing splinters.
Ray: “HE DID IT! HE DEFEATED KAMIL FATHI! THE UNDEFEATED STREAK IF OVAH!”
Jimmy: “Not quite you fruity loop, for Carson or either man to win this bout, he must gain the pinfall and then make sure his opponent is beaten down enough to not be able to answer the ref’s ten count!”
Ray: “Then we’re ten long seconds away from crowning a new champion.”
Nicholas Carson stands by peering at his sprawling opponent, still visibly exuberated following his moral victory. But as Fathi manages to roll onto his knees at the ref’s count of 5, the jubilance is murdered, washed away from the heavily bruised face of Nicholas Carson, as he scowls at his foe. With his bottom lip trembling and his eyes almost clenching together, the face of Carson changes to a reddish complexion, complimenting his frustration and animosity toward his foe that refuses to quit, demonstrating his heart, his doggedness, his refusal to be put down. Though his will is strong, deep down inside Kamil Fathi contemplates on whether he should stand and continue to persevere, or fall back down and allow Nicholas Carson to ascend the proverbial mountain and reach the pinnacle of sports entertainment once again. The decision is not left up to the almost defenseless Dragon’s Rage Champion however, as Nicholas Carson bursts out of the corner with a new burst of energy. When within range, the sadistic monstrosity lifts his leg up, before viciously driving his foot into the temple of the undefeated SNK behemoth, awkwardly coercing the head of the dominant champion into a twisting motion and causing his mouth to gape, allowing his tongue to dangle out of his mouth like a canine. Kamil Fathi holds his position, before his weary eyes close all together, allowing the champion to bury his face into the canvas and embark on a painful slumber.
Following the vile kick, the viper like U.S.A. resident collapses into the ropes, his once frantic demeanor now eerie and grim, as he has just about concussed his once former ally, leaving him unconscious on the mat.
Jimmy: “Nicholas Carson has punted Kamil Fathi, and folks that had to be the icing on the cake. That was square in the temple.”
Ray: “The electricity has been shut off folks. This one is over, thanks for coming, hope you, like we, enjoyed the ride!”
The ref quickly begins his ten counts, and shockingly by 7, the Dragon’s Rage Champion hoists his bloody, battered brains into the air before desperately crawling towards the ropes, using them as leverage to finally make it to his feet at 9, with the 10th and final count on the tip of the official’s tongue. Carson shakes his head in both disbelief and disgust, his strong detestation for his adversary apparent as he angrily stamps his feet into the canvas as he advances upon him, looking to regain his dominance. Carson hulks over his adversary, throwing up his abdominals and leaving himself quite susceptible to damage which the champion inflicts, as Fathi seizes the exposure, the opportunity, quickly shooting his elbow backward and driving it into the stomach of the challenger, causing him to shrivel his arms up. The wincing challenger shrugs off the brief attack, and straightens his body before once again going on the attack, pouncing on his lethargic prey. The challenger grapples the head of the Mid East Beast, and as the struggle for supremacy in the match ensues, Kamil Fathi desperately but efficiently, wraps his hands around the top and back of Carson’s dome before falling to the canvas, slamming the head of the psychotic monster into his shoulders. Carson careens, and holds his jaw as it was slightly realigned by the Jaw Breaker. With Carson reeling, Kamil charges at him with a new burst of adrenaline, but once again as it would seem Fathi was getting himself back into the match, the cunning Carson quickly steps to the side and places one leg in front of his foe and wraps the other around the back of his leg, coercing him and all his momentum forward, causing him to crash head first into the trash can, denting the can and causing a “Crack” to resonate, due to the collision. After having his bloody face slammed into the garbage disposal resource due to a clever Drop Toe Hold which echoes through his head, Kamil Fathi slumps over while Nicholas Carson crawls to the adjacent ropes, lifting himself up to his feet.
The devious minded former Imperial Champion marches to the opened trashcan before digging into it, only to withdrawal a small tied bag concealing many objects from its contents. Carson snickers maniacally, before opening the bag and turning it upside down, allowing a bunch of thumbtacks to empty into the center of the ring. As Fathi climbs to his feet, Carson quickly seizes his head before placing it in between his legs. He slowly commences to underhook his opponent’s arms, but as Fathi finds himself ascending into the air, the Dragon’s Rage Champion defies the odds, somehow managing to muster enough will power and strength to break free. With his arms untangled, Fathi quickly pops his hips, pumping up with a force that travels through his spine and into his arms, allowing him to send Carson over head, forcing the chaotic challenger into the canvas. Fathi bends over and grips Carson around his head, Nicholas inadvertently cooperating and kneeling his way up. As he is jerked to his feet, Kamil Fathi quickly lifts his leg up before plunging it into his adversary’s midsection, once again forcing a double over effect. The champion then seizes his opponent’s arms before pulling him forward, and slightly crouching, hoisting his challenger onto his shoulders. With all eyes of every audience member glued onto him, Fathi ganders down at the thumbtacks before running toward them. In one brief motion the champion turns and reclines, viciously slamming his antagonist into the pile of thumbtacks with a authority, eliciting shrieks of agony from the devilish Nicholas Carson, as the tacks dig tear through his skin relentlessly. After the expert execution of the Samoan Drop, Kamil Fathi slides out of harms way, leaving his adversary twitching spasmodically in his own deathtrap.
While the tacks continue to rip through Carson’s flesh, Kamil Fathi slowly climbs to his feet before wiping a heap of blood from off his face. The champion plods over toward the trash can, and does his own soul searching, before drawing back his own small bag. With Nicholas still writhing in pain from the withering blow, Kamil finds a nice clean space before opening the bag and emptying it, allowing the crowd to gaze at the falling fish hooks and assorted ornaments, imperative for fishing but almost as equally effective in the brutal Arabian Deathmatch. Kamil bends down and snatches a handful of hooks before slowly advancing to his foe that is still violently contorting his body, obviously somewhat traumatized. Fathi bends down on one knee, kneeling on the tacks but not letting the intense pain prevent him from carrying out his vengeance. Fathi lifts Carson head up, and takes one of the hooks and gazes it at with fascination, while the challenger’s eyes dart upward, attempting to see what Kamil Fathi is about to do but failing miserably. The Dragon’s Rage Champion takes the hook, and points the sharp jagged edge of the tool before forcing it forward, coercing it into the skin of Carson’s forehead. The dagger like tip of the hook digs deeper into Carson’s flesh, and as his feet jerk up in down in the tacks, Kamil continues to exhibit his artistry, giving Nicholas Carson an unwanted body piercing. The facial redevelopment of Nicholas Carson is far from over however, as the Middle East Messiah takes a second hook and with the same amount of hatred and twisted delight, drives it through Nicholas’s flesh, this time entering the domain of his cheek, evoking agonizing screams from the 6 foot 7 heavyweight. For a third consecutive, and final time, Fathi takes the last hook before driving it through Carson’s skin, this time near his temple area, causing the vociferous cries of the challenger in unremarkable pain to become that much audible.
After his plastic surgery, Nicholas Carson finds himself being dragged to his feet beyond his will. The challenger captures Carson’s head in his armpit, and throws his arm over his shoulder, before placing his palm on his hip and violently yet quickly bridging his back, lifting Carson upside down and causing both superstars pancaking to the mat, only Carson is suplexed into the unforgiving pile of fishing ornaments, popping some of the glass objects on impact and forcing gasps from the sold out audience as they come close to vomiting due to the grotesque, brutality. With his opponent wrenching in agony, Kamil Fathi rolls on top of him before hooking the leg, attempting to get his first pinfall of the contest and get himself into contention for victory.
“1!”
“2!”
Nicholas Carson convulses his shoulders and abdomen, while the Dragon’s Rage Champion lay across him, the ref’s hand stopping mid stride in his last count as Nicholas Carson stuns the crowd by breaking up the pinfall.
Ray: “Unbelievable, Nicholas Carson kicks out! I thought for Kamil would become eligible after that Snap Suplex! That even got DICKEY to squirm!”
Jimmy: “You’ve got to wonder what’s going through the mind of the Dragon’s Rage Champion right now. He’s dropped Carson into tacks, put fish hooks in his face and suplexed him on top of glass objects. And still, Carson won’t die! Kamil just needs to keep his cool because he’s on the right track; he’s wearing the big man down and beating some respect into him in the process!”
Ray: “KEEP HIS COOL? BAH GAWD JIMBO, DO YOU NOT SEE! HE’S BLEEDING! BUSINESS PICKED UP A LONG TIME AGO!”
Jimmy: “Anyone will tell you the match is far from over, and besides, Carson and Kamil have been through hell up until this point. Barbed Wire Ladders, Hell in a Cells…this is where it all ends!”
Ray: “And by the looks of it, Kamil Fathi is in for a serious beating. Wait, he’s already been taking one! There’s no way Fathi retains in this condition. Sooner or later, the blood loss will catch up with him, and he won’t be able to continue!”
Kamil pushes to his feet before stumbling toward one of the trashcans, reaching down, and grinning smugly and evilly, as he pulls out one of the specialty items. Kamil turns to his opponent who has finally risen to his feet, and quickly lifts up the lid off the floor before flinging it at his adversary. The busted open Carson is able to duck in time, but as he lifts his head back up, Kamil Fathi charges at him, lunging forward with linoleum cutter, used for carving in the art room and now an essential weapon in disfiguring the face of the former Imperial Champion. Carson grabs the wrists of his foe, and clenching his eyes whilst gritting his teeth, as the two explosive superstars battle for control, one attempts to see what lies beneath the beast, the other desperately trying to prevent his foe from driving the segmented blade into his face. Out of utter desperation, Carson lifts his leg up before maliciously driving it into his opponent’s gut, causing the sharp object to slip out of Fathi’s finer tips, and forcing the Arab to hunker over. From there, Carson quickly wraps his arms around his head before falling backward, planting the bloody face of Kamil Fathi straight into the canvas.
With Fathi prone on the canvas, Nicholas Carson marches over to the trashcan, before digging in a pulling a few fluorescent light tubes out. The challenger sits the light tubes aside before exiting the ring and marching down the sand, before turning his attention to the steel chair he uses to abuse Fathi earlier in the slugfest. Carson lifts the dented, crimson red plastered steel object into the air, before heavily plodding back toward the ring area. He first slides the chair in, and then takes a moment to turn to the fans, cupping his hands around his bloody mouth and yelling “U.S.A.” which ignites cheers from the sold out crowd. Nicholas Carson is oblivious to Kamil Fathi who has slithered to and grabbed the chair. As Carson begins to step through the ropes, his head slipping under first, Kamil Fathi cocks the chair back as far as possible, before swinging it with all his momentum and might.
“CRACK”!
The violent sound echoes throughout the arena as Carson’s head jerks back following a barbaric shot. The former Imperial Champion’s body awkwardly twists on the ropes, and with the opportunity set before him, Kamil Fathi seizes it, and accepts his current destiny. With Carson suspended on the ropes, his back hanging across them his weary eyes staring up at the rafters, Kamil Fathi captures his head, wrapping his arms around the skull of the challenger before pivoting and rotating around, commencing to drop his elbow across the chest of the former Imperial Champion, causing Carson to dangerously bend across the ropes before falling into the ring, burying his face into the canvas and lying completely motion. Following the Spinning Inverted Facelock Elbow Drop, the champion climbs to his feet, before advancing to the trash can. He empties the remaining tools of mass destruction onto the mat before carrying the trash can over into the center of the ring. He lays the can on the floor, before acquainting himself with the light tubes. He lifts them up and places them across the trash can before jerking his discombobulated, possibly paralyzed opponent to his feet. Kamil steps behind Carson before hoisting him into the air and dropping him across the top turn buckle. With Carson perched in No Man’s Land, the Dragon’s Rage Champion slowly ascends up the turnbuckle before hooking both of Carson’s arms so that his elbow joints are snug together are both arms wrapped around one another. A bloody Fathi lays his palms across the lower back of a dazed Carson before hoisting him into the air, only to arch his back and legs.
As he crashes into the canvas, the former Imperial Champion is slammed back and neck first into the light tubes, causing a “POP” sound to crackle and echo, as the fluorescent light tubes shatter into a million pieces, simultaneous with the force of the maneuver and the weight of Carson putting a sizable dent into the trashcan. As the Dragon’s Rage Champion rolls over and drapes his arm over his fallen foe, both the arena erupts into bedlam, to the tune of “Holy Shit” chants, and the referee theatrically slides to the mat, beginning his count.
“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
Ray: “A Tiger Suplex off the top turnbuckle. And the landing may have been the worse of the exchange. The two morons are giving it their all to prove who the better man is and it’s sickening. This is too gruesome!”
Jimmy: “If you can’t take the heat Mr. White, then don’t get in the barbeque!”
Ray: “WHAT? Your stupid idioms and whatever, and your Texas Tapeworm lifestyle don’t pertain to anything going on here. The two men are bleeding badly, and are severely wounded, all for a piece of Gold.”
Jimmy: “Not just any gold, the coveted Dragon’s Rage Championship, and both men will stop at nothing to have it!”
Both men remain motionless, as the ref steps in between them and begins his ten count, and while the superstars are losing decoagulated blood, the fans continue to show their appreciation, chanting “THIS IS AWESOME” as loud as they possibly can, stretching their vocals and throats in hopes of helping their favorite competitor channel some more energy so he can batter his opponent.
TBC by Nicholas Carson
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Kamil Fathi
Local Draw
"Everyone has a debt to pay, I'm just the cashier."
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Post by Kamil Fathi on Jul 15, 2009 2:46:40 GMT -4
The Dragon's Rage Champion, his head completely hidden under a crimson mask, his body torn apart and his perseverance tested, continues to violently torque the neck of a copiously bleeding Nicholas Carson, the torsion of the neck of the battered Heavyweight driven by nothing except uppermost abhorrence. The eyes of the Arab American glow with a fiery passion of hatred, burning bright like the stars illuminating in the darkness high above the earth glowing with paramount arrogance. The eyes of of a wounded Nicholas Carson slowly grow weary, the blood-lust of the Middle Eastern Messiah in full form as the defending champion enervates his opponent, destroying his will to survive and ultimately dethrone what has been a Titan Among Gods per say in the realm of SNK, taking the domain as his own and ruling with an iron fist. The knee of Kamil Fathi remains plunged into the spinal region of Nicholas Carson, as Fathi cranks up the pressure, pulling hard with all the might he has left in his tank like a young adolescent, attempting to be the deciding factor in battle of tug of war, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and leaning back, jerking the rope with every ounce of brawn in his body. The once frentic finger nails of Nick Carson that grinded into the concrete like a raging canine redecorating the backyard in attempt to bury his treasured bone, become torpid, quiescent, inert as they rest on the floor. With the intimation of lack of conscienceness displayed by the former Imperial Champion, an exultant Fathi throws his adversary's skull to the concrete, and slowly rises to a vertical base, the profusely bleeding King of SNK tentatively victorious over his opposition.
Ray White: "That son of a bitch, Nicholas Carson has passed out. Way to represent your country you chump. If I had half the physique of Nicholas Carson, this match wouldn't have ever made it to this point!"
Jimmy Pate: "Oh please, the sight of Kamil Fathi, that snobbish yet talented bastard would have you losing your panties in fear quicker than you do at your homosexual gatherings!"
Ray White: "I'll have you know Jim, I'm far from easily moved. I just scout and follow through well which is something Nicky is failing to accomplish right now. He needs to take a firm position, and thrust and thrust until he succeeds."
Jimmy Pate: "Alright that's enough! I don't think it's healthy for someone to be as big a faggot as you are. "
An almost decimated Nicholas Carson remains dormant on the cold concrete, while his opponent heavily plods up the sandhill and crawls under the bottom rope, reaching his hand out and grabbing a few objects that rested in the squared hell after the trashcan was turned over. Fathi slowly rolls out of the ring, and stumble to his feet before chucking the foreign objects onto the concrete. He then commences to grabbing another table from the stack residing beside the announcer's table, before dragging the wooden object across the floor toward the motionless carcass of the challenger. Fathi slowly unfolds the table, before turning back to the objects he had withdrawn out of the ring. He brandishes them before the eyes of the jubilant crowd, quickly turning their worlds upside down as they fiercely jeer the champion. The reasoning for their recent displeasure, the objects resting in the clutches of the bloodied madman, matches and a small bottle of lighter fluid. A sinister grin widens along the scarred face of the Saudi Sadist. While his evil smug grin remains neutral across his face, blemished with gory imperfections, Fathi marches toward the table before opening the bottle of lighter fluid, tossing the cap into the audience before pouring the fluid all over the table. With the small quantity that remains, Fathi pours it onto the lacerated body of the fallen Nicholas Carson, finishing off the bottle and making something inevitably clear, no matter what may transpire, Nicholas Carson will feel a harrowing torture.
As Carson slowly begins to stir, obviously predicament to the nefarious plans of the champion that are quickly manifesting, the Saturday Night King himself marches up the ramp, and strides out of camera view, only to return with a ladder on his shoulders. Fathi carries the object toward his area of a torment, the blueprint for anguish and agonizing, traumatizing distress. Fathi sets the ladder up besides the table, a few feet away from it before taking the matches, drawing one from the back. After 3 tries the flame is ignited, the sight of the small blaze inducing a shrill of psychotic excitement from the Dragon's Rage Champion. With a swift release and flick of his wrist, the match is tossed toward the table, plummeting through the atmosphere, only to land onto it's target, the combustion quickly occurring as an inferno takes form on the table, heating the tense atmosphere and capturing the undivided attention of the audience.
With his plan unfolding for now, Kamil lifts his opponent to his feet, and slowly ascends up the ladder, tightly clasping his hands around the swollen, beaten skull of Nicholas Carson. Fathi quickly bombards his hatred and frustrations onto the susceptible head of his antagonist, hell bent on magnifying the incision like wounds across the face of the U.S.A. citizen. Kamil slowly captures his foe's head in his armpit, and uses his leverage advantage to lift Carson up off the concrete, coercing his feet onto the ladders rungs. Before Fathi can finally extirpate the wrestling world from the likes of Nicholas Carson, the villainous challenger proves that there is quite a lot of gas left in the tank, taking his nearest fist and plowing it into the ribs of his adversary, loosening the grip of the Arab American and finally following another stiff shot, the bloody challenger manages to escape. Out of desperation, Nicholas Carson cocks his head back, and grapples the skull of the champion's before forcing his forward, creating a collision that stuns all parties involved. Nicholas Carson for now doesn't receive the brunt of the blow, as the somewhat recuperated Heavyweight grabs Fathi's wrist and pulls him forward, rendering the champion straddling his broad shoulders as he tilts off the ladder.
Kamil Fathi peers at the fiery embrace which awaits him, as Nicholas Carson, the screeches of terror definitely breaking many sound barriers as Nicholas immerses his rival into the conflargoration, whilst driving him through the wooden table, ending with the swollen head of Kamil Fathi being smashed into the concrete. The crowd gasps in both awe and shock, and the though the effective maneuver further diminishes Fathi's chances of winning and simultaneously inflicted more pain, Nicholas Carson quickly convulses spasmodically, before tumble rolling out of the pit, his body clearly impacted from the blaze itself.
Jimmy Pate: "What's with the STOP, DROP, and ROLL, Carson? Pin the damn man you just delivered that vicious Death Valley Driver!"
Ray White: "Certainly your were attentive during the preliminary stages of this epic turnabout. Kamil Fathi had a back up plan you dismal cowboy. Carson was just burned to a crisp because gasoline was emptied onto his body. Those scars will never wash away."
Jimmy Pate: "Nor will the horrors of this gruesome contest. You'd think this was the Solid Core Battle Royal, or a bout for the King of Deathmatch Title but you folks are wrong, this is for the Dragon's Rage Title. All this brutality for that one, prestigious strap."
Ray White: "And both those psychos, and every premadonna and pansy in the back will give it their all to have it. This what makes this brutality so enjoyable. Knowing these men will lay their bodies on the line for the victory. It makes me all blossomy inside you know!"
Jimmy Pate: "No I don't know you same sex slut. I do know one thing, and that nothing is deserving of this much torture, absolutely nothing!"
Nicholas Carson rolls off the stage and toward the barrier after being incinerated for a brief moment, contrary to his opponent whom is buried under the rubble of his own creation. The former human torch slowly slithers on his belly and digs past the debris before collapsing onto his fallen foe, pinning the beaten and battered Kamil Fathi.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
For now the offense of the apathetic Carson is enough, as the eyes remain closed on the bloodied Face of Kamil Fathi, who once again is interred in a wooden grave, the feelings of hundreds of wooden shards piercing his skin all rushing back to him. As Carson slowly rises to his feet, and collapses onto the guard rail, the official draped in white and black slowly makes his count, one the challenger is hoping his opponent, the Dragon's Rage Champion will be unresponsive to.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"4!"
"5!"
"6!"
"Oh so this is how it's gonna end. After all we've worked for. The oppression, segregation, racism, after all the triumphs we've had you'll let it all end here. You Goddamn bastard, your weak, your a figment of the real Kamil Fathi, and your a side that I intend to forget. "
The inner thoughts of Kamil Fathi run rampant as the count rages on.
"7!"
"FERAL RAGE, BULLSHIT! What about the destiny, the transgressions, come on your rat bastard, is this all you have left. The villagers, Adara, and all the wronged, they're pushing for you to continue to fight, with all you've got. You said it yourself that this is the point of no return, and that you'd make this abomination pay for his sins. HOW CAN HE PAY IF HE IS VICTORIOUS! HE HASN'T SUFFERED ENOUGH. ALL THE PAIN TONIGHT, THE MISFORTUNE, KAMIL YOU BECAME A MONSTER AND NOW YOUR NOT GOING TO COMMIT! THEN YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT OF THIS AGONY! EVERY BIT OF THIS ANGUISH BECAUSE YOU HAVE DECIDED TO FOLD! I HATE YOU!"
"8!"
"THIS MAN DISGRACED OUR RELIGION, ISLAM, AND HE MADE A MOCKERY OF OUR MOST NOBLEST PROPHET, AND THE ONE AND ONLY GOD. I SEEK REFUGE IN THE MOST GRACIOUS, MOST MERCIFUL LORD, INSTILL IN ME THE STRENGTH.
ALLAH, IF FOR THIS IS THE END, THEN LET ME DIE HERE TONIGHT. DON'T PLAGUE ME WITH THE SORROW. I'D RATHER DIE A MARTYR BEFORE THE EYES OF THE BIGOTS THEN TO LIVE, A FAILURE, AND ANOTHER VICTIM OF THIS KAFIR! "
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"NO! THE HAND OF THE BELIEVER'S IS STRONG. MY STEADFASTNESS ON THE CORRECT AQUIDA KEEPS MY WILL AND DETERMINATION STRONG. ON THIS NIGHT, I REFUSE TO END THIS WAY. UNLESS I FALL AND MY HEART NO LONGER BEATS, I WILL CONTINUE TO COMBAT THE ENEMY OF ISLAM...
AND ALLAH KNOWS BEST!"
Kamil Fathi's inner conversation and supplication comes to a cease and the eyes of the Dragon's Rage Champion slowly unclench as the referee yells nine. Simultaneous with the new number, the champion pushes himself out of his wooden burial site, and shocks Nicholas Carson and every inhabitant of the sold out spectrum as he staggers to his feet, and despite bleeding profusely, despite his knees buckling and his body seemingly eviscerated, a project of the eerie, pulse pounding Arabian Deathmatch itself, Kamil Fathi beats the 10 count forcing the mat to progress.
A skeptical Nicholas Carson shakes his head in disbelief, glaring at Kamil Fathi who has stumbled up the sandhill and slowly uses the ropes as leverage to pull himself to his feet. With Fathi struggling to regain his bearings, Nicholas Carson grabs the ladder and carries it over his shoulder before marching toward his lethargic, bloodied, bruised adversary. He waits for Fathi to finally, turn around, taking a few steps back simultaneously with the ladder being raised over his demented head. The Messiah of Massacres steps forward, thrusting the ladder with reckless abandon, forcing it into the mutilated face of the Saudi Sadist, a "THUD" to resonate and reverberate while the force sends Fathi tumbling through the ropes and collapsing back into the squared hell.
While Fathi sprawls on the mat, Carson marches along the sand before hoisting the ladder across the ropes and in the nearby corner, leaving each side suspended and hanging outside the ring. The dominant challenger slowly re-enters the fray before bending over and lifting his opponent to his feet. Almost methodically now, Nicholas Carson continues to pick apart his adversary, in spite of the abuse to his body since the start of the bout, he finds it easy to wrap his arms in between the legs and around the neck of his foe, before lifting him upside down and hoisting him onto his shoulders. The re-invigorated challenger marches forward before tossing Fathi off his shoulders and into the atmosphere, the Dragon's Rage Champion helplessly free falling without a parachute, only to plummet through the air and land viciously, face first across the ladder rungs. Fathi's head snaps back, and his knees turn in the opposite directions, sending a chill down the spines of the spectators as the champion slowly lurches backward and turns, into a ready and waiting Nicholas Carson, more than ready to seize the opportunity at hand as he extends his arm out and falls forward, brutally driving his forearm into the chest of his smaller opponent, the violent force behind the lariat swiftly knocking the champion off his feet and leaving him leaning on his neck with his feet pointing to the ceiling lights.
Jimmy Pate: "The former Imperial Champion is having his way with his opponent right now, and the chances of Fathi emerging the winner are slimming ever so quickly."
Ray White: "What did he expect, he's facing America's Champion, the People's Champion, the soon to be Dragon's Rage Champion. And how grand would it be, if Nicholas Carson would end he reign of terror of Kamil Fathi and be the first man to win both Heavyweight Titles!"
Jimmy Pate: "It would be a dark day in history, and a darker one in EVPW. Though he is combating this arrogant Arab, to think of it, Kamil Fathi has been the victim of heinous crimes by Nicholas Carson and though he thinks he has good intentions, they are pretty feign!"
Ray White: "How can you say that? TREASON IS UNACCEPTABLE JIMMY AND IT'S PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!"
Jimmy Pate: "I'm not a traitor, I'm a realest, and the fact of the matter is that Nicholas Carson is a rapist and a psychopath and those are two people who will never be my heroes!"
Ray White: "Folks, I apologize for my colleague. Obviously he must have forgotten about that DDT Fathi gave him earlier. But unlike my partner, I refuse to forget about the past, Nicholas Carson is doing the right thing! He a goddamn saint Jimbo!"
Jimmy Pate: "Uh, he tried to murder Daphne!"
Ray: "Pate, it's not healthy to dwell in the past. It's always best to forgive, forget and move on. No use crying over spilled milk I always say!"
Fathi lies on the canvas, suffering acutely, while his opponent continues to stack his ego and build his confidence, glowing with a self-assurance that he can finish his opponent off as each devastating blow has the champion seeming weaker and weaker. Carson leaves his foe writhing in excruciating trauma for the time being as he plods toward the far corner, acquainting himself with the steel chair. The once idle object is made useful as it is set up in the midst of the squared hell. Carson takes a moment to survey the ring, having a high regard for and admiring the carnage he has brought upon. After adoring his self created chaos, Nicholas bends over and drags the attentuate champion to his feet, before locking his head in his armpit, his biceps being firmly pressed against the head of the Middle Eastern Messiah, leaving little to no room for error.
Nicholas hisses, his sadistic grin widen on his manhandled face while his hateful eyes dart around the arena, the millions of die hard EVPW fans showering the spectrum which cheers and vehement cries for destruction, as their hatred for the foreigner and falsely accused terrorist continue to fuel Carson's desire for dishing out despair. The challenger grasps Fath's tights, preceded by his opponent's arm being dumped across his shoulder, before commencing to lifting his foe into the air, upside down, holding his position, demonstrating his impeccable strength and allowing the little blood that's left to rush to the cerebrum of the Dragon's Rage Champion.
Nicholas suddenly reclines, falling backward, and releasing his foe while simultaneously sliding to the side, dropping Fathi's head first into the seat of the steel chair, the champion's neck awkwardly twisting while his lower body folds over the top of the chair itself, only for the champion to crash into the mat, his face left buried in the canvas after a cataclysmic Brainbuster.
Ray White: "To say that was destructive is damn understatement. That should do it, the book has been officially closed on this R-rated novel. And it was a fun read, a lot of violence and grotesque and suggestive themes and references."
Jimmy Pate: "It my have been fun for you sick, twisted little nance, but it was hell for Carson and Fathi. I'm just glad to see it end after that!"
Ray White: "A Brainbuster DDT onto the Steel Chair. Mind you the chair was set ladies and gentlemen, only Nicholas Carson would think up something that vicious."
Nicholas Carson shoves the only standing impediment between he and securing another pinfall away, which is the steel chair as he shoves it aside. The challenger arrogantly rolls Fathi onto a supine position with his leg, before planting his sole into his opponent's chest, the blatant exhibition of disrespect both legal and forced to be acknowledged as the shoulders of the third Dragon's Rage Champion are pinned down.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
Once again Nicholas Carson finds himself reaching that window, like a child nearing the end of the school year, his grades on the borderline of passing and failing and the only the thing that can solidify his legacy, and allow him to pass or force him into retainment is the Final Assessment. For Carson, the final assessment is the study 10 count of the ref which has yet to be reached by any man in the barbaric Arabian Deathmatch.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"4!"
"5!"
"6!"
"7!"
"8!"
Once again the with the odds stacked against him, Kamil Fathi's refusal to quite and concede to the pressure, his determination to not cave in keeps him going, as he crawls to the ropes and slowly begins regaining a vertical base. Nicholas Carson is quick on the assault, pouncing on his wounded foe, as he dashes at the ropes, placing his large palms against the back of the champion's head, pressing his throat into the ropes, choking him while simultaneously sticking his head through the wires, commencing to taunt his adversary. Nicholas Carson refuses to release his strangle hold, having somewhat snapped at this point. Out of desperation, Kamil Fathi opens his eyes and digs peers at the sand in front of him. With his opponent oblivious to his discovery, the champion grabs a handful of the sand, before tossing it back, the sand being driven into the unprotected eyes of the challenger, immediately eliciting moans of agony and terror as Carson rolls back into the center of the ring, the soil fiercely irritating his eyes and impairing his vision, buying the champion enough time to regain his breath and recuperate.
As his challenger totters to his feet, Kamil Fathi slowly rises off the ropes, advancing behind his blinded adversary before turning his back to him and wrapping his arm around his throat. Kamil Fathi presses his spine against his antagonist, before dropping to his knees, violently coercing Carson's back into an awkward arch and forcing his head across his shoulders. A shock is distributed throughout Nicholas spinal region, and the Hangman's Neckbreaker causes him to spring up and tumble into the ropes.
The ropes throw Carson back into harms way, back into the center of the squared hell where his fully recovered foe is ready and waiting. Successfully sustaining his offense, Kamil lifts the Heavyweight across his shoulders, with the torso of the evil former Imperial Champion facing the ever so bright lights of the ceiling that burn his scars and beam into his irritated pupils. With Carson's neck and nearest leg cradles, Kamil uses his impressive strength to push his adversary upward, commencing to dropping to a seated position, driving Carson into the mat. The Dragon's Rage Champion leaves no time for procrastination, to the contrary of his foe during pivotal points in the match, as he hastily covers him.
Jimmy Pate: "The tide has turned with an Argentine Piledriver. This match has been a barn burn Ladies and Gentlemen and just when it seems the match might be nearing it's conclusion, it a whole different ball game."
Ray White: "That's because Kamil Fathi keeps getting the fuck out. Even if you paid him to dive he'd swim?"
Jimmy Pate: "Haha, what are you talking about? Elaborate!"
Ray White: "Forget it, one thing is for certain and that is that Kamil is not as bright as I thought he is. Instead of giving up, he'll get up and take another beating. It's not like he won't lose the belt and get sent to the E.R. anyway. Gosh, it's hard being so damn smart and so damn sexy, while everyone is beneath you!"
Jimmy Pate: "Folks, disregard that last statement by Ray White. He must have shoved a dildo up his arse again. Nonetheless, we have a cover!"
"1!"
"2!"
Nicholas Carson digs deep and beckons enough strength to contort his body and roll his shoulder over, breaking up the pinfall. Instead of throwing a hissy fit, a tantrum, Kamil Fathi keeps his battered brains on tight, focusing on Nicholas Carson who is obviously reeling after Fathi's recent flurry, evident as he stumbles to his feet as the champion drags him to a vertical base. Kamil marches toward the ladder which is still situated across the ropes, and commences to push Carson back before pulling him forward, releasing his arm and diving to the side, whilst trapping Carson's legs and and coercing Nicholas chest first into the ladder.
The cunning Dragon's Rage Champion eyes his prize and pounces like a tiger, exploiting Carson's perilous state, as he wraps his arms around the waist of his foe, clasping his hands tightly, enclosing and trapping his adversary in a circle before bridging his back and amazingly hoisting the near 7 footer into the air, his ascension the heavens quickly abrupt as the champion slams the challenger, Nicholas Carson neck and head first into the canvas with a thud, the truculent champion executed a brilliant German Suplex and keeping his hands locked, holding on for the pinfall as the referee throws himself to mat.
"1!"
2!"
Once again, summons another once of strength and will power as he escapes the waistlock and kicks out of the predicament, avoiding being pinned by the Dragon's Rage Champion yet again, this time upsetting Kamil Fathi as he quickly slams his fists into the mat.
As Nicholas gradually regains a vertical base, a quick thinking Fathi lifts the ladder up off the ropes, placing it in front of his chest and holding it tightly with his hands clenching different rungs. The Dragon's Rage Champion charges forward, his momentum and the ladder being driven straight into the chest of Nicholas Carson, dropping his formidable opponent down to one knee. With his foe quite vulnerable, Kamil Fathi suddenly spins around, rotating in a helicopter motion and cracking his foe across the skull, knocking him over onto his side.
Nicholas Carson jerks in pain while Fathi marches toward the trashcan in the far corner, the one not destroyed but uncovered. The champion digs in and quickly draws out the equalizer, a vicious Weed Wacker which Kamil hoists into the air, simultaneous with Arabic, his language, his native tongue, oddly enough, evoking mixed reaction from the crowd, as the tenacity and will to be the man and stay the man inspire the spectators. The Arabian Immigrant holds the string trimmer at the handle, and skulks behind his foe who pulls himself up in the corner. Carson's eyes wander off in the distance as he is rendered almost completely defeated. The oblivious challenger turns around, but the unfamiliarity of the weapon the Arab proves to be his Achilles Heel, as instead of firing the lawn mowing instrument up, he cocks it above his head. The gesture allows Carson enough time to save his hide and take back control of the bout, limply lifting his leg into the air before thrusting it through the terse atmosphere, burying it in between the legs of Kamil Fathi, the champion immediately wincing in agony and the Weed Wacker slipping from his devilish clutches.
Following the egregious low blow, the underhanded tactic executed by one of the dirtiest players in the game, the sinister challenger quickly grabs the Weed Wacker, while his opponent is doubled over, his hands cupped in between his lungs, trying to alleviate the pain of having his testes almost busted due to the pressure of a size 13 boot compressing it down. The former Imperial Champion quickly yanks back the cord, the first time not the charm nor the second. Thrice is what it takes, the third attempt successful as the engine roars loudly, getting the fans on their feet as they prepare themselves for a first time fright sight. The psychotic smirk reappears across a once cautions, terrified face of Nicholas Carson, as he was once nearing defeat but is once again in the driver's seat, steering the proverbial automobile to a definite fender bender.
Carson drives the weapon forward, the monofilamant line piercing the skin of Kamil Fathi, his torso being completely torn, the epidermis of the champion at the tools utter mercy. Though Fathi crumbles to his knees, the cruel and unusual torture doesn't cease, as Nicholas Carson revs up the engine once again before driving the line into the spine of the Dragon's Rage Champion, ear piercing moans like school girls screaming for their Mc. Dreamy, audible throughout the spectrum, the shrieks of sheer agony as Kamil Fathi buries his head in the canvas and commences to a sprawling state.
Ray White: "HOLY MOTHER OF JEBUS! That was meant for weeds not make people bleed. That's it, I tried to deny it but Nicholas Carson is fucking psychopath! He's not fit to live among us, we've already got weirdo's. The bible says Gay-...Grays are supposed to go to hell! And"
Jimmy Pate: "You've already sealed your fate Ray, your a complete and utter dilhole. The fact of that matter is this, Nicholas Carson doesn't care about people, he's not your friend, is all an illusion set before you so he can get you at your weakest point and swoop in and have his way. It sickens me!"
Ray White: "It's not Carson's fault entirely though, Kamil's the one who introduced us to that WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION. He was just too stupid enough to not use it properly. I BET IF IT WAS A C-4 HE'D BE AN EXPERT. FUCKING COMMUNIST!"
Jimmy Pate: "HE'D BE A TERRORIST YOU IMBECILE. Why subject myself to your idiocy, you'll never learn your lessons!"
Ray White: "That was pretty harsh J.P., even for you!"
The Weed Wacker is tossed outside of the ring, leaving the tentatively triumphant behemoth of of former Imperial Champion to deal with his opposition unarmed. Nick grips Fathi by his narrow neck, and lifts him to a vertical base before placing Kamil's head in between his legs, the standing Headscissors being executed with perfection. Before wrapping his arms around his foe's waist, Carson pridefully throws his middle fingers into the air, simultaneously with a maniacal chuckle that escapes him. Just as quickly as the challenge lifts his opponent onto his shoulder, the technically sound Dragon's Rage Champion escaped the potentially hazardous to health situation, grabbing Caron's head and sliding his legs out, falling down the canvas feet first with his opponent's head in between his legs. Without a moment's hesitation, Kamil Fathi underhooks Carson's arms before hoisting him into the air, only before falling to his knees, viciously planting the deranged, former Imperfect into the canvas with an unforgiving impact, emphatic and vicious, leaving Nicholas Carson motionless and supine on the canvas.
The arena erupts into an uproar following the patent finishing maneuver of the undefeated Arab American Warrior, as with the referee in perfect position, the bloody Kamil Fathi hooks Caron's legs, pinning him.
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"2!"
"3!"
Jimmy Pate: "ARABIAN NIGHTMARE OUT OF NO WHERE...WHAT A COUNTER!"
Ray White: "Nicky never had a chance and folks mind you, no one has won a match after being hit with this maneuver, not TPK, not JOE, not Demon not nobody!"
Jimmy Pate: "Yeah but this is Nicholas Carson we're talking about and he's as tough as he is sadistic!"
Ray White: "We'll just have to see if he can lift that firm ass off the canvas and break the 10 count. U.S.A. is depending on you NICKY!"
TBC by Nicholas Carson
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