Match 21262 Apachai Hopachai vs. Fahkumram

[JohnnyChany]

 

The private room of the Thai generals was thick with cigar smoke and the stench of corruption. Three men sat around an elaborate mahogany table with glasses of expensive whiskey in hand. They discussed their most prized enforcer.

"Fahkumram has been efficient," the first general said, swirling his glass. "No one dares oppose us when he's around."

"Efficient, yes," the second general added, "but he’s also dangerous. The man is a beast, but he only fights because we hold his family. That’s a tenuous leash."

The first general leaned forward. "That’s why we need options. I’ve been thinking about Apachai Hopachai. You remember him?"

The second general scoffed. "The Death God of Muay Thai? He vanished years ago. Rumors say he’s training some weaklings in Japan."

"I saw him in action before he left. That man could level trees and crumple cars with his strikes. He had the leg strength to leap several meters into the air."

The third general shook his head. "Fahkumram is irreplaceable. There’s no proof Apachai would be better than him."

"Then let’s find out," the second general said with a sly grin. "Put them against each other. If Apachai wins, we recruit him. If Fahkumram wins, we confirm we have the best."

"And if we lose Fahkumram in the process?" the third general asked, his voice tight. "If he sees this as a way out, he’ll throw the fight."

"We don’t tell him," the first general replied. "Make him believe his family’s safety depends on guarding an important deal. He’ll fight with everything he has."

The third general exhaled. "Fine. But even if he wins, what if Apachai refuses to cooperate?"

"He’s a simple man," the first general sneered. "Easily manipulated."

The three clinked their glasses together and adjourned with an intent to put their plan in motion.

At the Ryozanpaku dojo, Apachai sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Honoka Shirahama, younger sister of the Ryozankpaku disciple, Kenichi, excitedly move her Othello pieces. They were the only two at the dojo currently and enjoying one of their regular play dates. 

"Apapapapapah!" he cheered as she claimed more tiles.

"I’m getting even better! One day soon, I’ll beat Akisame!" Honoka declared.

A knock at the gate startled them. Honoka jumped up. 

"That must be my delivery! I saved up for a present for Kenichi!"

She dashed off, leaving Apachai humming happily to himself. Minutes passed. Then more. Apachai frowned.

"Honoka?" he called out.

He received no response.

Apachai grew uneasy, he stood and walked to the gate. There, taped to the wood, was a note.

Come to the docks if you want to save your little friend.

Apachai’s jovial nature evaporated in an instant. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted into the night.

At the docks, the three generals stood beneath the dim glow of overhead lamps. A van pulled up, and armed men stepped out, wheeling a massive restrained figure forward. Heavy iron shackles bound his wrists and ankles, and thick chains wrapped his torso like a steel cocoon. 

Fahkumram, a towering colossus at seven feet five inches, glared at the generals. His body, a living testament to war and hardship, was rippled with scars and tattoos.

"How many more?" he asked. "How many more fights before you release my family?"

The first general smiled. "Your job is almost complete. Tonight, you guard this area. No one gets past. We have important business to attend to and expect some unwanted company."

With a nod, the guards unshackled him. He stretched his massive arms. His muscles flexed like coiled steel. Without another word, he took his place, waiting.

A short time later, Apachai arrived at the docks, his breath heavy, his eyes darting around. 

"Honoka!" he called out repeatedly.

He stalked through the maze of crates and shipping containers. His eyes scanned every shadow. Then, he found a hidden corner of the area, well lit, and heard voices in the distance.

Fahkumram stepped forward to impede his path with fists clenched.

"You can’t go any further," Fahkumram declared.

“I am here for Honoka! Return her to Apachai!”

“I don’t know that name. Try someplace else.”

“Apachai was told to come here for his friend. Apachai is here. Where is friend?”

“One last time, turn around and leave this place.”

Apachai shook his head. ‘No. I will ask those other men I hear. I will ask everyone until I find Honoka!”

Fahkumram exhaled slowly, then raised his fists.

"It didn't have to be this way," he said softly.

The Death God of Muay Thai and the Indomitable Giant of Thailand squared off, the air thick with tension. The battle was set, and only one would stand victorious.

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Apachai Hopachai
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Fahkumram
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[Macklemore]

Fahkumram is a monster in his own right, but if Apachai fights seriously he has this in the bag.

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
5.00 - Macklemore
5.00 - Boratz

FPA Calculation:
2 Total Votes cast
10.00 Total Combined Score
10.00 / 2 = 5.00 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Apachai Hopachai: 3
Fahkumram: 1