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Topic: Vic Richards vs. Nasser El Sonbaty

larsokeefe

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posted April 06, 2001 10:04 AM

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Nasser El Sonbaty vs. Victor Richards
Nasser El Sonbaty was on a roll. After completely destroying Paul Dillett, he felt as if he could handle anyone. Little did he realize how he would soon be able to test that feeling! Sonbaty had gotten all of his gear together and thrown it into the back seat of his car. Sonbaty had an hour trip back home so he wanted to leave right away.
Twenty minutes into the trip he saw and heard the lights and sirens of the police cruiser. Shit, was all he could think since he didn't feel like wasting time with some cop right now. He saw the cop get out of the car and walk his way. As Sonbaty rolled down the window he realized that it was Victor Richards. Vic just looked at Sonbaty and sneered. Sonbaty just asked what the problem was, ignoring the sneer completely. "Beating the crap out of one has been bodybuilder is pretty lame Sonbaty" was the answer from Richards. Sonbaty told Richards that if he didn't watch out, Richards would find out for himself the pain that Paul Dillett had experienced. This was what Vic had wanted to hear and told Sonbaty to follow him to a nearby farm where they could settle the score, if Sonbaty was man enough. Needless to say, Sonbaty was man enough. They entered the barn, which had been prepared with a ring for the fight. They entered the ring still wearing their street clothes. Vic took of his badge and gun belt, but otherwise left his police man uniform intact. Sonbaty had on his ripped blue jeans and yellow tank top on. They started to circle each other eyeing each other for weaknesses that could be exploited. While Vic was definitely bigger, Sonbaty had the confidence of a winner, which Vic had lost since his recent string of defeats.
The two muscle gods locked up in a test of strength. Sonbaty's height advantage gave him the upper hand as he forced Richards to his knees. Vic quickly shoved his own knee into the chin of Sonbaty. Sonbaty saw stars as he fell on his back completely defenseless. Vic jumped onto Sonbaty and straddled his torso. Vic tore Sonbaty's tank top off and began to hammer Sonbaty's pecs until his arms tired. Sonbaty wasn't exactly sure where he was by this time, and he felt himself drifting off into blackness. Vic quickly lifted Sonbaty back to his feet and dragged him to a large bucket filled with cold water at the side of the ring, and pushed his head into it. The cold water revived Sonbaty enough to prevent him from passing out. Sonbaty then was dragged back into the ring where Vic had every intention of making Sonbaty beg for mercy. Sonbaty dragged himself to his feet and tried to get his wits together. He looked at Vic and figured out that the best and only way to even the playing field was to take the big mans feet out from under him. As Vic came at Sonbaty, Sonbaty used his body as a battering ram and flung himself at Vic. He didn't aim for Vic's midsection, but instead went for his knees. Vic, caught off guard fell to the mat in severe pain. Sonbaty's force had almost broken his knees. As Vic rolled on the mat, Sonbaty continued to get his breath back.
He looked at the fallen policeman and felt his anger rise. He decided that Vic was going to suffer for all of the past sins that Sonbaty had suffered at the hands of the Mr. Olympia contest. How many times had he been passed over? Playback time had arrived! Sonbaty turned over Vic onto his back and stood over him. Vic was beginning to get his breath back and Sonbaty decided that this was not the time for fair play. He lifted his foot up and slammed it into the six-pack of Richards. Vic's eyes bulged and he began to go into a fetal position. That didn't matter since Sonbaty started to slam his feet into Richards' stomach several times. Richards was making a gurgling noise on the floor like a tire slowly losing its air. Sonbaty lifted Vic up to his knees and stared into his eyes, which didn't seem to be working too well. Sonbaty dragged Vic to the bucket and shoved Vic's head into the cold water. Vic was thrown into the ring where he looked like hell. His shirt was ripped and just hanging on him exposing his muscular torso, which was covered with sweat. He sucked it up and threw the last strength he had and threw a series of punches that stunned Sonbaty. Vic was fighting for his life and he knew that if he lost it would not go well. He had under estimated Sonbaty and was paying the price for his cockiness. He continued the attack for as long as he could. Sonbaty was leaning on the ring ropes looking drained. Vic turned his back to Sonbaty and started to walk to the other end of the ring to get his breath back. Vic didn't notice Sonbaty getting up and walking towards him.
Sonbaty had played possum and pretended to be in worse shape then he really had been. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. After inserting them on he reached out and turned Vic around. In Vic's eyes, he saw surprise and then the beginning of fear. The punch from Sonbaty took Vic's head all the way back and left Vic straight on his back. Vic was out cold! Sonbaty lifted Vic to his knees and put his hands behind his back and used Vic's own police cuffs on his wrists.
When Vic awoke he was shackled and ready for a beating. Sonbaty proceeded to take out all of his frustrations on Vic. He punched Vic all over and then threw a few punches to Richards' groin for good measure. Vic was moaning his submission over and over but to no avail. Sonbaty attached clamps to Vic's nipples and watched as Vic entered a completely new level of pain. Sonbaty then ripped off all of Vic's clothes off and left him completely bare. Vic was begging to be let go but that was the furthest thing from Sonbaty's mind. The beating continued until Vic was blabbering incoherently, and his body was a bloody mess.