Fathi vs Stalker Knight vs Adatu Urakih ©

[Bondic]

3 RP max
1st RP deadline is March 24th
Last chance is March 26th

[thefathi]

“knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom”
-Aristotle

{Off Camera}

Memphis, Tennessee
Fathi’s house

Fathi sits up in his bed. Nothing is blurry but Fathi sits up staring into the distance. Throwing his feet off the side of the bed Fathi gets up and heads into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator he grabs a NOS energy drink.

Popping open the can Fathi takes a sip of the drink before going over to the far counter. Reaching out he grabs his headphones and puts them on his head. Reaching to the right side of the headphones Fathi turns the headphones on

‘Bluetooth connected’

Heading back to his room Fathi grabs the cellphone from his nightstand and hits the button marked ‘mom’. The phone rings a couple times before a voice comes through the headphones.

“Hello?”

“Hey”

“What’s going on with you?”

“Not a whole lot, had a weird dream”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t like scary or anything like that.”

“What happened?”

“It was a fairly mundane dream but then for some reason I was wearing cowboy boots.”

“That is strange”

“I know. I can’t figure out what it means”

“Couldn’t say but look I gotta talk with you later. Got to make some phone calls.”

“Okay”

“Bye”

After she hangs up Fathi pushes the button on the right side of the headphones.

‘Power off’

Taking the headphones off Fathi places them on the kitchen counter when his phone goes off. Fathi looks at the Samsung screen when his oldest son comes in the kitchen.

Couple hours later

“So, you had a dream you were wearing cowboy boots?”

Fathi sighed

“Yes”

“What kind?”

“Black Laredo, why?”

He had already talked to his mother. She had been of no use. He had tried talking to his grandmother but her mind was slipping. He had spent the past few hours rummaging his brain for who to possibly talk to but the only person he could think of was Scott Stonewall.

“When I first met you back in two thousand six you were wearing black Laredo cowboy boots.”

“Yeah, so?”

“When did you first get cowboy boots?”

“I don’t know”

“Guess”

“Around first grade I guess”

“And when did you stop wearing cowboy boots?”

“Twenty fifteen I think”

“There ya go then”

“Huh?”

“It has been suggested in the field of psychology that combined with enough time certain articles of clothing can become part of a person’s identity.”

Fathi is really confused now

“When the fuck did you start reading psychology articles?”

“Man’s gotta shit”

He laughs

“So, you are saying that some part of my identity is connected with the cowboy boots?”

“Exactly”

“Okay I can buy that but then why am I dreaming about them all of a sudden?”

“You have essentially cut off something that was part of your identity for thirty years.”

Fathi rolls his eyes

“You trying to bark up that old get in touch with your roots thing again?”

“You call yourself the End Effect”

“Yeah, so?”

“You say you are the end effect of American poverty of every form”

“Not to sound like a broken record but yeah, so?”

“Does that not include your living the country slash small town life?”

“Well, I mean yeah. I did the training thing with you and all”

Scott laughs

“You think training on a farm is embracing your roots?”

“I guess not, no.”

“You need to take some alone time, go for a drive, listen to some bluegrass and or country music from your childhood, buy a pair of boots and get back in touch with that part of yourself.”

{On Camera}

Talladega National Forest
White Plains, Alabama

The scene opens in a wooded area with a bench.

Fathi comes walking from a distance walking over a small wooden bridge. He approaches the camera wearing a pair of black hiking boots, some Levi jeans, and a black shirt with a long sleeve white thermal shirt underneath. Smiling, he walks towards the camera and sits down at the bench.

“Many of you are familiar with me as the rabid cur but long before I was the rabid cur I was and am still the end effect. I was called the end effect because I was and am the end effect of all forms of poverty and destitution in America. For awhile now I have focused on one aspect of that, my life in the streets. But, there was a part of my life where I lived not just in an area like this but actually just a block from here.”

He stands up and begins walking back towards the bridge with the camera following close behind as he continues

“Technically right now we are in the Talladega National Forest. My grandmother used to own some property up the road and for a period I lived on said property. Whenever it was semi warmish I would come and walk this trail up to the waterfall. What does any of this have to do with my match in Phoenix Arizona against Urakih and Shadow Stalker?”

Fathi stops in front of a lone brick chimney coming up from the ground.

“I will NEVER stop being the rabid cur but first and foremost I am the end effect. I am like the whirlwind of the frustration, angst and anger of the unwashed masses embodied in a single form. I am the roar of the impoverished. By embracing this piece of me, this part that I had been ignoring, I bring an element that you two have not seen. Maybe Brian Kennedy saw it when I first started. Some of the U-H-W fans definitely saw it.”

Smiling he starts walking some more until they come to a slight opening in front of a small waterfall. Fathi turns around to face the camera again.

“Urakih is undefeated. She is a legend. She defeated me.”

Fathi tosses his hands up before resuming

“Then there is Stalker Night, the man that lost to Jeremiah Hardin in NCW. Winters End December of twenty twenty you promised that you personally would come for me Stalker and you have YET to do so. Matter of fact, best I can tell the last time you competed was back in September when you lost to Shiv. Meanwhile, other than my matches against Urakih I am undefeated in U-H-W.”

He spits

“Urakih you are a walking target and I have no doubt that you know that. You and I have faced before and no doubt you are familiar with Shadow Stalker but you don’t know the whole me. How do I know that?”

Fathi grins

“Because I had forgotten who I was. You couldn’t know me because I didn’t know me. I ain’t promising I am coming with some kind of new found country magic or some kind of hyperbole but …”

The camera zooms in on Fathi’s face

“...the man you faced before was a ghetto street brawler. The man you face in Phoenix is more than just some ghetto brawler. He is a ghetto brawling, street fighting, trail walking, tick picking, waterfall jumping, mosquito swatting, bon fire burning redneck wigger Muslim piece of white trash and true to the country part of his upbringing he is going to break his boot off in your ass.”

The camera comes from around the side of Fathi. He turns to face the new direction of the camera as he continues

“Stalker Knight, your finisher is called Knights Epiphany and that’s cute, really. But, come April third at the University of Phoenix Arena on Blood Zone the only epiphany you are going to have is that you NEVER had a chance of beating ME. You got size and power. I got speed, skill outside of just a wrestling school, knowledge of pressure points, a childhood littered with fights in every environment imaginable. I was BRED for this.”

The camera turns again

“In the country you have to be ever vigilant for snakes, scorpions, holes, covered roots and all kinds of other dangers. In the ghetto you have to be aware of where the gunfire is and how close it is to you, where are the stray dogs, is there any local beef going down, or if the guy you are fixing to get into it with on some type of drug that makes him not feel any pain. Urakih if you win this match you continue your undefeated streak in U-H-W but if you lose, especially to me not only did you lose but you were defeated and then you were according to you defeated by someone that just isn’t on your level. If I lose, and let's be honest no one thinks Stalker is going to win, I lose to someone I have already lost to before. The pressure isn’t on me this time Urakih. I have found my core, my essential being and I am bringing a whole new level to 86 your ass but I said what I said so you know, no pressure…”

Fathi winks at the camera as the scene fades out

[stalkerknight]

March 23rd. 6:54 A.M. (PYST) Off the coast of Asunción, Paraguay


Off Camera:


Anisa Knight stands leaning on the rail of a ship. It isnt a luxury liner, a cruise ship, or even a passenger ferry. No this ship is dank, it is grimey, to be frank it is well . . . UGLY. She has a smile on her face as she watches the sun rise off the coast of Paraguay. There is a mix of scents in the air, tropical ocean air, burning coal, smoke, fish and other food being prepared topside on the ship. The sounds of machines moving large crates, shipping containers, and other items ranging from cranes and forklifts, to Jeeps and smaller vehicles. Anisa looks down at her watch as the sky becomes filled with vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. After a few minutes these bright colors give way to pinks, and purples as the sky shifts to its normal tones of blue. She steps off the railing, and towards a double door. As she opens it a loud thump followed by what could possibly have been a rip, or a severe stretching sound. She picks up the pace, and in mere moments she is at a full run. She rounds the corner and we see a physiotherapy facility has been constructed in the inner portion of this ship. Off to one side, we see a trainer. The male trainer steps toward the man but is shoved back hard, even though doing so nearly forces the man who shoved him to the floor. He is able to hook his arm back over the supports rail in time to save himself. As he begins pulling himself up we can see that it is none other than Stalker Knight. He drags himself to his feet, then at an agonizingly slow pace he grinds his way to the end of the rails where a wheelchair awaits him.



On Camera:



The camera comes alive what meets the viewer is a look of horror spread across the face of Anisa Knight. she begins to run, then after about thirty feet she drops into a knee first slide pulling up short by her Father's side. As Anisa reaches to help him Stalker waves her off. He forces himself up into the chair.



Urakih, the undefeated. A fellow member of the Empire, There really isn't much to be said here. As long as one of us wins, that's all that matters.



The look on Stalker's face goes dark, almost to the point of a new spirit taking control. He grins widely and his eyes grow black.



Then we have the Rabid Curr, Fathi. I've believed for many many months that you are nothing more than a lost little boy. You call youreself by many names, the Rabid Curr, the End Effect. You talk about bringing an end to the poverty of others, yet you cannot even bring an end to your own poverty. Well on April 3rd. I will show you what true poverty really is. Poverty isn't not having money, poverty isn't not having a home, or even not having food. Those things those are what it means to be broke in a society that just simply doesn't give a shit about the people around them. The true definition of poverty is one devoid of love. Poverty belongs to those who hide who they really are behind masks of happiness, and contentment. You do nothing to fight this, you do nothing to help those inflicted with this type of misfortune, or any such misfortune for that matter. You don't heal the misfortune, and poverty around you. You CAUSE IT. People look to us, to make their lives better, and what do we do we fail them. To hear you insult me based on the name of my finish? I find it cute that you felt this would have any effect on me at all. You don't know anything about mind games. I know a great place you could go to learn everything there is to the art.


Stalker pushes himself forward in the wheelchair until he reaches a door. Anisa follows him closely her face showing that she is obivously not sure this is a good idea.



Daddy, please don't do this. Fathi by himself is a dangerous person to step inside the ring with. You add the undefeated Urakhi and you have a malestrom of bad intentions.



She actually leans down and hugs her Father. He looks up, he has a fire in his eyes that has been missing since even before his injury.



Anisa Knight, you know better than to call me Daddy. You can call me Father, Dad, or even Stalker, but you call me Daddy again and we will have quite a problem.



He lightly pushes her off and she moves behind him and begins pushing his wheelchair. The camera moves with them to keep him in focus.



As I said Urakih you're one of ours so you're strong, you're fast, you're capable, AND you know the value of the people you surround yourself with. So I know that even though I've been off my game lately, you know the value I have when I step inside those ropes. You know the PRIDE I carry with me whenever I wear the mantle of the Knight. Somewhere, someday we will face each other Empire versus Empire, that is a foretold prophecy, but this match isn't about that. For you this match is about your undefeated streak. For Fathi this match is about a win, maybe he has something to prove to himself. For me this match is about refiring these old battered muscles, reminding myself who I really am, and seeing if a even AM who I claim to be. I don't need the win. I don't care if I win. I don't even care if this is the last match of my career. All that I care about is the pain. Your pain, my pain, it doesn't matter. I feed off of it.



The lights go out, and when they come back on the room is empty all except for the wheelchair which is laying on its side.

[kinvar]

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