Post by Abdul bin Hussain on Apr 18, 2024 15:06:59 GMT -6
It seems to be a darkened hotel room other than the lit fire in the fireplace. On one of the walls draped in the background is the flag of Iraq. Rafiq, Abdul Bin Hussain’s manager and Nazirah, Abdul’s sister are sitting on the chairs talking amongst themselves as they wait for the wrestler Abdul bin Hussain.
Rafiq nodded at the Burqa wearing Nazirah, "How is Abdul feeling? I know he is going to be majorly peeved after that debacle at the last show. He needs to realise that there are other prizes on offer. We all know Abdul won the morale battle against that heathen Johnny Stylez. The inbred American had to cheat to get his win of sorts. He just hasn’t realised that nobody watches his drugged up rants any more as the business has moved on from the times when he was a big part of it."
Nazirah just nodded but didn't say anything.
Rafiq turned and looked directly at her.
There was a knock at the door and the door opened. It was Abdul Bin Hussain. He nodded at Rafiq as he entered. He was still wearing his wrestling gear from a training session earlier. He was also wearing his head scarf pulled around covering his face which was glinting in the flickering firelight. He swung his head from side to side, his glare from behind the scarf. With one hand, he reached up and pulled the scarf free from his face. The shock of his black beard was revealed.
His scarred upper torso was revealed as he sat on the chair and stared at Rafiq and his sister.
"A new era has just begun right in front of their faces,” Abdul said. “The NEW fans that is. The dawning of the Son of Hussain, the Age of Abdul Bin Hussain has finally begun right in their faces, and those victims of tyrannical control will become the first to fall in the opening salvo. If you believe that with Jonathon’s freak win last show that he is now back on top of this promotion, you would be wrong, he is a mere American who much like the rest of his country have to cheat to win just look at their former President who is now facing jail time for cheating amongst other crimes....."
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
"Am I getting under your skin?” he asked. “For I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and the infidels do not stand a chance. They rely on us for your oil. If they did not need our oil would they have started their unjust wars on countries in the Middle East? Would they have wanted revenge on terrorist attacks on their own soil without proof that a single person from Iraq was involved?"
A sly smile crossed his face for a second.
"Do they?” he asked. “Would they? You see NEW is like the United States of America, it is trying to hold me down. You see, could one of the major promotions in this industry push a wrestler from Iraq up in its ranks? Could it let me one day be its NEW World Champion? No it could not. Why? Why? Because like the United States of America, NEW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing. You see what’s happening in the Middle East? US backed Israel think they are untouchable throwing their weight around thinking there will be no repercussions? Don’t wake up a sleeping giant, you get the Middle East united on a common interest then it’ll be over for you. Let me talk about it."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Look at my match for this week,” Abdul said. “Instead of giving their best talent a World Heavyweight Championship match I get to face off with another of their old timers, why is this happening to me? Is this some kind of punishment for me? After my sub-par opponent last Ignite where my opponent had to cheat to get one over on me now I have to face the only other person in that locker room that has a worse fan reaction to Jonathon. Well it will backfire as do you think I will let Hunter leave Ignite with that championship belt? No, I will not! Battleborn? How has Hunter ever been in a battle? Nearest he’s been in a battle is when the parents of his latest infatuation talk him off of the edge. Myth Killer? Myth is that you're still trying to get yourself relevant in this sport. Oh, do I hurt your feelings? Tell me to go away then Hunter."
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and let off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away?” he asked. “I do not think so. I am here for the long run so the NEW should get themselves to a mosque and convert to the Muslim faith before they get stoned, and not get in the way of those American drugs."
He stood up, angrily. Grabbing the chair he threw it against the wall, sending his t-shirt to the floor.
He seemed angry, "This match will be fun. I will take out all of the blasphemers, do they think they can face me and claim such a thing like winning? Allah will strike them down"
A look of bewilderment appeared on his face. His hands convulsed into fists, neck jerking, as if he'd had a jolt of electricity through it; a tremor runs up his arms into his shoulders, along his spine.
"The damage will be done to the infidels and the goal will be won,” he said. “And I Abdul Bin Hussain will take it out on the entire NEW roster. I started with Roger and then Jonathon and now Hunter and they will all not forget Abdul bin Hussain. Nazirah will be proud of her older brother. And I will continue down the path the death of my wife and son started me on."
He turned and started walking around, caressing the beard on his chin. Nazirah and Rafiq looked on.
"The scars given to me by the United States of America might not be psychically healed but I will get the payback required for starters,” he said. “The United States of Infidels killed my wife and child and like the scars on my body, I will not heal from them."
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"But there's more to come,” Abdul said. “The roster of NEW will have to watch their backs. They call me evil. They call me a terrorist. They compare me to those that are a part of ISIS back in Iraq. Really? REALLY? Do I look like one of those miscreants that use religion as a way to get over with Allah? Would I let some women who’s begging for her son to be released from ISIS to be freed only to find that the food they had fed her earlier WAS her son. Now that is bad news for all religions. And I am not like them but that is food for thought."
He turned and went to walk out of the room, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep into the eyes of his sister, he had his arms outstretched.
"Allah Akbar!!" he said.
Rafiq clapped his hands together, “You do seem to be quite confident Abdul……..”
“Confident?” he asked. “Confident of what? I am a man and they are a bunch of infidels. Do I have to say anything else? Well I will not lose to them or I will not wrestle in America again. Can you see how embarrassing it would be to lose to those infidels?”
Rafiq smiled, “That is true, and that is so true. Allah Akbar!”
Rafiq nodded at the Burqa wearing Nazirah, "How is Abdul feeling? I know he is going to be majorly peeved after that debacle at the last show. He needs to realise that there are other prizes on offer. We all know Abdul won the morale battle against that heathen Johnny Stylez. The inbred American had to cheat to get his win of sorts. He just hasn’t realised that nobody watches his drugged up rants any more as the business has moved on from the times when he was a big part of it."
Nazirah just nodded but didn't say anything.
Rafiq turned and looked directly at her.
There was a knock at the door and the door opened. It was Abdul Bin Hussain. He nodded at Rafiq as he entered. He was still wearing his wrestling gear from a training session earlier. He was also wearing his head scarf pulled around covering his face which was glinting in the flickering firelight. He swung his head from side to side, his glare from behind the scarf. With one hand, he reached up and pulled the scarf free from his face. The shock of his black beard was revealed.
His scarred upper torso was revealed as he sat on the chair and stared at Rafiq and his sister.
"A new era has just begun right in front of their faces,” Abdul said. “The NEW fans that is. The dawning of the Son of Hussain, the Age of Abdul Bin Hussain has finally begun right in their faces, and those victims of tyrannical control will become the first to fall in the opening salvo. If you believe that with Jonathon’s freak win last show that he is now back on top of this promotion, you would be wrong, he is a mere American who much like the rest of his country have to cheat to win just look at their former President who is now facing jail time for cheating amongst other crimes....."
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
"Am I getting under your skin?” he asked. “For I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and the infidels do not stand a chance. They rely on us for your oil. If they did not need our oil would they have started their unjust wars on countries in the Middle East? Would they have wanted revenge on terrorist attacks on their own soil without proof that a single person from Iraq was involved?"
A sly smile crossed his face for a second.
"Do they?” he asked. “Would they? You see NEW is like the United States of America, it is trying to hold me down. You see, could one of the major promotions in this industry push a wrestler from Iraq up in its ranks? Could it let me one day be its NEW World Champion? No it could not. Why? Why? Because like the United States of America, NEW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing. You see what’s happening in the Middle East? US backed Israel think they are untouchable throwing their weight around thinking there will be no repercussions? Don’t wake up a sleeping giant, you get the Middle East united on a common interest then it’ll be over for you. Let me talk about it."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Look at my match for this week,” Abdul said. “Instead of giving their best talent a World Heavyweight Championship match I get to face off with another of their old timers, why is this happening to me? Is this some kind of punishment for me? After my sub-par opponent last Ignite where my opponent had to cheat to get one over on me now I have to face the only other person in that locker room that has a worse fan reaction to Jonathon. Well it will backfire as do you think I will let Hunter leave Ignite with that championship belt? No, I will not! Battleborn? How has Hunter ever been in a battle? Nearest he’s been in a battle is when the parents of his latest infatuation talk him off of the edge. Myth Killer? Myth is that you're still trying to get yourself relevant in this sport. Oh, do I hurt your feelings? Tell me to go away then Hunter."
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and let off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away?” he asked. “I do not think so. I am here for the long run so the NEW should get themselves to a mosque and convert to the Muslim faith before they get stoned, and not get in the way of those American drugs."
He stood up, angrily. Grabbing the chair he threw it against the wall, sending his t-shirt to the floor.
He seemed angry, "This match will be fun. I will take out all of the blasphemers, do they think they can face me and claim such a thing like winning? Allah will strike them down"
A look of bewilderment appeared on his face. His hands convulsed into fists, neck jerking, as if he'd had a jolt of electricity through it; a tremor runs up his arms into his shoulders, along his spine.
"The damage will be done to the infidels and the goal will be won,” he said. “And I Abdul Bin Hussain will take it out on the entire NEW roster. I started with Roger and then Jonathon and now Hunter and they will all not forget Abdul bin Hussain. Nazirah will be proud of her older brother. And I will continue down the path the death of my wife and son started me on."
He turned and started walking around, caressing the beard on his chin. Nazirah and Rafiq looked on.
"The scars given to me by the United States of America might not be psychically healed but I will get the payback required for starters,” he said. “The United States of Infidels killed my wife and child and like the scars on my body, I will not heal from them."
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"But there's more to come,” Abdul said. “The roster of NEW will have to watch their backs. They call me evil. They call me a terrorist. They compare me to those that are a part of ISIS back in Iraq. Really? REALLY? Do I look like one of those miscreants that use religion as a way to get over with Allah? Would I let some women who’s begging for her son to be released from ISIS to be freed only to find that the food they had fed her earlier WAS her son. Now that is bad news for all religions. And I am not like them but that is food for thought."
He turned and went to walk out of the room, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep into the eyes of his sister, he had his arms outstretched.
"Allah Akbar!!" he said.
Rafiq clapped his hands together, “You do seem to be quite confident Abdul……..”
“Confident?” he asked. “Confident of what? I am a man and they are a bunch of infidels. Do I have to say anything else? Well I will not lose to them or I will not wrestle in America again. Can you see how embarrassing it would be to lose to those infidels?”
Rafiq smiled, “That is true, and that is so true. Allah Akbar!”
