fathi

~Brooklyn, NY~

The Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Arch stands dead center. Fathi comes walking through the arch wearing a black paisley bandana shirt with black South pole jeans and black and white Chuck Taylor’s.  His hair is cut in a high and tight fade. Fathi steps out front the center of the Arch off to his left. 

Fathi: Apparently right here in BROOKLYN….

Fathi pauses for effect before continuing.

Fathi: …the home to one of the largest Muslim communities in the U.S. and infamous for the brawling mentality,  I will be facing Tyler Cross one on one. 

Stepping back a few steps he leans against the large stone block. He resumes

Fathi: In this match ALL of Empire is banned from ringside. There is no other participants. Why is this relevant?

He reaches into the pocket of his Southpole jeans and pulls out a pack of L&M red short cigarettes. Pulling one out, he places the cigarette in his mouth and slips the pack back into his pants. Taking a lighter he lights the cigarette and takes a drag before continuing. 

Fathi: Tyler wants to run his mouth about his precious victories. So, let’s recap shall we? Our first match together I was poisoned by Evan Storm which led me to take some time outside of the industry. Our next match Tyler couldn’t figure out how to beat me until Brian Kennedy suggested he light me on fire and his recent victory he didn’t pin me, submit me or even get me counted out. No, rather he pinned the third participant in the match.  He beat Dark Tiger

Fathi applauds mockingly. He takes another drag. The camera zooms in on Fathi’s face.

Fathi: Here is what I want to know Tyler. What is going to happen when this pathetic, irrelevant guy beats your bitch ass and shows the world once and for all that you were ALWAYS a paper champion compared to me? Tyler as Mark Wahlberg once said, ‘just because you put your finger in your belly button and brown shit comes out don’t mean it’s your asshole.’ 

He takes another drag and knocks off the ash. 

Fathi: Maybe others don’t see it but I do. I see the twitch in your eye this time Tyler. I see you skeared.  Don’t be skeared. Bring that giant inflated viagra popping ego. See I will say it so others don’t have to. I’m an asshole. I am. I made peace with that. But, I just showed everyone that your claims of beating me have less chance of standing on their own than George Burns’ dick. As for who you have beat in SCW only one of those have I faced and I beat him too.

Fathi smirks, takes a drag and blows the smoke at the camera.

Fathi: You want to talk about clocks and time cascading? This isn’t a Dr Seuss book you are walking into. This is a snuff film and you are the victim. I am the rabid cur and no one will be poisoning me this time, no one can slide you some matches and there is no additional opponent.  There will be no escape when this foaming, growling, rabid cur tears the flesh from your bone and has them tears rolling down your face before ending it because at the end of the day everyone gets… CAUGHT SLIPPING. 

Fathi tosses the remaining cigarette at the camera lens.

The scene fades with Fathi holding up a middle finger sneering.