Post by Abdul bin Hussain on Apr 12, 2020 14:59:30 GMT -5
“Your freedom comes on the backs of others that have suffered for it. Do you recognise this or do you arrogantly go about your days without a feeling in that shell of yours? Be it on the backs of the Natives of your country that you murdered to near extinction as they are so different from you or is it the kidnap victims that were stolen from their homes and families to be slaves to your ways. Their lives meaning nothing for you as they are not of the same skin colour as you. Then you think that the whole world should forget about this if you wipe it under the carpet and deflect it out into their domain.”
A large American Flag fluttered majestically through the window of the room. A television sat in the corner showed the viewers all sorts of American iconic sites; Children playing in the streets, baseball games, parades through the streets, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolved into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until; finally, the Iraqi flag with two scimitars underneath filled the screen.
Laughing came from behind the cam-corder recording this iconic scene. The figure holding the camera panned it around the room.
Two figures stomped into the centre of the room; one was dressed in combat fatigues and had his face covered with an Arabic headscarves and the other, a woman was dressed head to toe in a burqa. The man stood in front of the other. He swung his head from side to side, his glare from behind the headscarf drilled into the OPW viewers watching from their living rooms.
"I have recorded this little session as I know that it is the only way that I will be able to get my views out to my followers around this world,” the man said. “You see if I leave this to the normal channels then you will only see a few second of it after they have edited the controversial views that they believe that I preach. We are here to show you the OPW viewers and the world that we are more than what we seem. You look at us and you see a group of terrorists who would do anything for their ideals. You see us and you condemn us for the actions we take. But how different from what you think of us are we? We are not terrorists but freedom fighters, who will do anything in our power to win back our country from those evil infidels that have stolen it from its rightful owners.”
With one hand, he reached up and pulled the scarf free from his face. A shock of his black beard was revealed. His scarred upper torso was revealed as he sat on the chair and stared into the camera.
"So after my return to professional wrestling in this company I expected to do better than I did,” he said. “I was once again royally screwed over by an American. Not only was I supposed to not actually turn up to face some former veteran of your American Armed forces as I had it in my contract that I would not face anyone UNTIL they had got the paperwork signed off by relevant Doctors BUT they also threatened to sue me for every penny I had unless I went out there. I competed but not to my full potential as I didn’t really want to get near him just in case he was carrying that virus that is killing your people in the droves. I was destined to win my debut and then claim the Gold strap that the franchise of this company has around her waist. But my destiny was denied by someone that goes by the moniker of Johnny Stylez. Johnny? Really? Do you really think that? How quaint for you my friend. You believed that by interfering with my destiny it would work for you? How did that turn out for you? Did you get your wish?”
He straightened his head scarf which covered the side of his scarred face.
“The show ended with the Immortal Champion having to make a decision,” Abdul said. “The decision wasn’t left to you Johnny as she had to choose her opponent for the next Immortal Championship shot. That was going to be this Iraqi superstar that you wanted to be ousted from your show. How did that feel? Did you feel wanting?"
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
“I will get under your skin Johnny,” Abdul said. “I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and you infidels do not stand a chance against anyone from there. You and your country rely on us for your oil. If you did not need our oil would you have started this unjust war in my country? Would you have wanted revenge on terrorist attacks on your own soil without proof that a single person from Iraq was involved? Was 9-11 anything to do with Iraq? No but you used it as an excuse to invade us. What would you do in that situation? Invade or just surrender yourself to a life of a mediocre nature. The whole 9-11 conspiracy is but a farce. It is an American invention for another way to rape the population of my country for anything that they want. Why do you not do it to your own population who steal money that they have managed to milk from the state whilst sitting on their obese posteriors?"
A sly smile crossed his face for a second.
"Do you? Would you?” Abdul asked. “You see Johnny Stylez is like the United States of America, he thinks it is bigger than the rest but with all your past accolades and stuff you are nothing but a scared little infidel who will be put out of his misery if he stepped back between the ropes with Abdul bin Hussain. 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 version of their World Champion? No it couldn‘t. Why? Why do they think that? Is it because like the United States of America this company is prejudice against me? It is because I am of Persian descent; it is a race thing; because I am different from the rest of their preconceived views of championship material. I will prove them wrong."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
“You must look at the bigger picture if you wish to judge me,” he said. “I may be of Pure Arabian stock but you cannot hold that against me. I may be of Persian descent but I know that you do not respect anything other than your infidel ways. I will not rest that is not the way I act. I spring from the same bloodline of the Persian Kings of old. I will not rest. I cannot rest. I will go through ever member of this locker room of infidels for that is what their locker room is. It is full of infidels. Do you think that your Immortal Champion can stand up to the might of Abdul? He probably thinks of himself like a crusading Knight; A Knight? We have had problems with Knights in the past; especially during the Crusades so Abdul will take care of all of the Infidels.”
Nazirah looked at her brother as he continued his rant of sorts.
“Facing her in the main event of the pay per view will be intriguing,” Abdul said. “I am one of the Arab Nations premier professional wrestlers. And I should be facing the world’s best. I could have gone to the United Kingdoms or Japan but for some strange reason the majority of wrestlers come to the United States of America to improve their skills. And the only way for me to get noticed is to get in from the start in an American wrestling company like the OPW.”
A smirk crossed his face for a split second.
“A new era has just begun right in front of their faces, the OPW fans. The coming of the Butcher of Basra, the Age of Abdul Bin Hussain has finally begun right in their faces, and Anicka will become the first to fall in the opening salvo. She is not just a mere woman but also an American as well. She should not meddle in my business. I am an Iraqi man; she is but a mere American. She should not get involved in my business. That is why the American's will lose this war in the long run. They let their people do what they want. Look at their women. Like Anicka they are hideous, obese and disrespectful. If they want to see a proper woman look at my sister she is what it is like to be an Iraqi woman. If the OPW roster get in my way, I am going to be getting into theirs. Where ever they turn I will be there, I will get under their skin. You see I have performed Wudu; Washing myself before prayer. Recited the Durood, and the Ayatul Kursi prayer so anyone that stands in my path will face not only me but the power of Allah’s prayer. You think that you are protecting us from the Islamic State? Are you that naive? Have you not looked within? America has more followers of the true faith than you think. Within a few decades we will turn you into what you hate the most. And you will have to stand up to that. Could you?”
Abdul looked directly down the camera lens with a look of disdain upon it.
"Do you? Would you?” Abdul asked. “You see OPW is like the United States of Mediocre, it is trying to hold me and my Arabian comrades 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 be its Immortal Champion? No it could not. Why? Why I ask; because like the United States of Mediocre, the OPW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing; Racism of the highest type. I am not one of their little porch monkeys that will take what they throw at me lying down. I will not let them."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Which gets me back to my match for this week; Anicka Swan is her name. I have faced many a strange wrestler in the past. I’ve even faced lots of women,” he said. “She thinks she can psycho-analysis someone like me? I am such an open book; you just need to ask anyone Anicka. Anicka? Really? Do you really have to go by that kunya? Kunya? Oh I forget you Infidels need to be spoken to like children. A kunya is the Arabic word for someone covering their identity in times of war. I do not need one as Abdul bin Hussain does not hide behind a moniker in his war with the United States of Mediocre. The American people think if they ignore Abdul bin Hussain and his associates they will go away. Like all those stories about your Hollywood Superstar cannot do any bad. Oh? Bill Cosby…….He could not hide his crimes even though he was famous. I will not let you falsify crimes against me just because I am of Arabic descent. I will not go away. Is that your ploy?"
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and let off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away? I do not think so,” Abdul said. “We are here for the long run so OPW if you want revenge for your racist views, bring it. But that gets me back to this week’s show. Why do you American’s think that you are the best in the world at everything you do? Look at your music. Everywhere I’ve gone this week I have seen things about your icon Elvis Presley. Why would anyone want to be associated with a fat overweight white American who chokes on a burger whilst sat on the latrine? Why would you want to be associated with that overweight loser? Why? This country is so mortally obese that the rest of the world will not have to bother about them soon as they will either be dead from heart disease or just way too fat to get on a plane to cause trouble. You think because Anicka is facing someone of my capabilities and ilk that they need someone to represent the rightful that live in this country of theirs. Have you seen what the so called American’s are really like? Obese, illiterate, racism, egotistical and in bred that is what they are really like. They should be put down. All of them."
He stood up, angrily. Grabbing the chair he threw it against the wall.
"This match will be fun for me not so much you,” Abdul angrily laughed. “I will take out this Anicka, the self-proclaimed locker room leader of the OPW now she is the champion. You blasphemer, do you think can claim such a thing like that? Allah will strike you down for being an Infidel. Come on Miss Swan, you are just a charlatan hiding behind a mask of your own making. Is this to hide your shame? You should be like my sister here, wearing a veil because of her faith."
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 ran up his arms into his shoulders, along his spine.
"The damage will be done to you and the goal will be won,” Abdul said. “And I Abdul Bin Hussain will show the world that I am the real deal. 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. When I climbed out from the rubble of my bombed out home and looked at the bodies of my family I started down this path and someone like Anicka Swan or to a certain degree Johnny Stylez will not stand in my way."
He turned and started walking around, caressing the beard on his chin.
"Everyone knows 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,” Abdul said. "I think that every day that I am here is a blessing. Allah willing I will be the one that dethrones that Infidel Anicka of carrying MY OPW Immortal Championship belt. It is inevitable. It will be. Can you not hear it calling me?”
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"That is your professional wrestling company when you get into Abdul Bin Hussain’s business calling!!!! “ he muttered. “You are such hypocrites are you not, unlike I. Look at what is going down in your country at the moment. One of your Negro citizens gets uppity with one of your corrupt law enforcement officers and gets shot by him. What happens next? Your citizen’s begin to riot in the streets, looting the local businesses and burning cars that are unluckily parked nearby. What? Do they go for the local government buildings or law enforcement buildings? No, they go for local retail outlets, for a chance of filling their coffers with cheap, early Christmas presents. When I say cheap, I mean stolen. Do you feel good about how your streets have turned out? Do you? This is exactly what you brought to the streets of my country. Iraq was a city of order until you came to police it and destroyed it. I will not stand for being dictated to by a second rate country like America. I will not. This squalor that some of you Americans live in is no better than a third world country even though the Government has enough money to spend fixing it up but have decided to spend it on illegal wars in countries that they do not want the attention on them. If they stopped interfering with the likes of Syria, Afghanistan or even Iraq they would have the money to put this right in an instant. But nay, they want to interfere elsewhere. People are eating from the trash here. Should you not look at your own country before interfering elsewhere?”
His mouth curled up.
“Your freedom comes on the backs of others that have suffered for it,” Abdul said. “Do you recognise this or do you arrogantly go about your days without a feeling in that shell of yours? Be it on the backs of the Natives of your country that you murdered to near extinction as they are so different from you or is it the kidnap victims that were stolen from their homes and families to be slaves to your ways. Their lives meaning nothing for you as they are not of the same skin colour as you. Then you think that the whole world should forget about this if you wipe it under the carpet and deflect it out into their domain.”
He nodded.
"But there is more to come,” Abdul said. “The OPW locker room will have to watch their backs. You will put your love in your American heroes but they will be put out of their misery by the one, the only, Abdul bin Hussain. If we were really a terrorist like you same we are we would have taken the scimitar off of the wall and beheaded this infidel for sins against Allah but what would that bring to this situation that we have before us. No, if we were to destroy your American heroes then what would that really do except make you resent us even more than you already do and where would that get us but on this vicious circle still. How can I let someone like Johnny Stylez disrespects me? They want to end their show with fans to leave the arena cheering their heads off and not booing and destroying the arena from rioting as they can’t have me there. Do we have to take it on ourselves to get involved in getting me my title belt? They seem to think I am not much of a threat even though I am the most talked about wrestler in the industry at the moment. Or maybe it’s the whole ignore him and he will go away ploy?"
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and lets off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away? I do not think so.” Abdul said. “I am here for the long run so the OPW if you want revenge for your racist views bring it. But that gets me back to this week’s show. Why do you American’s think that you are the best in the world at everything you do? Anicka, you may think that you are the best that America can throw at my feet but you are but a sacrificial lamb in my world."
He stood back up, angrily.
"I cannot believe that after the week I had they have had the audacity to put me in the ring with a woman,” he said. “I have the tedious task of schooling this woman into how a real wrestler acts in the face of a challenge. She may have somehow managed to get her infidel paws upon the OPW Immortal Championship belt but she is still very much a mere woman.”
He straightened his head scarf which covered the side of his scarred face.
“Why does she think that she can hold onto that belt?” Abdul asked. “You are but a mere pathetic woman; you should be dressed in a burqa like a proper Muslim woman. How can you believe that you stand a chance against someone like me? I am a man for starters but a man of Arabic blood. You are a woman, and an infidel at that. Do you know what you would get if you were in any Muslim country?"
He held his left hand up to his left ear once again.
“You would have been stoned for you are not covered and involving yourself in man’s business,” Abdul said. “I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and you woman do not stand a chance. Women do what they are told in my country and that is what you should do. That is what I believe infidel!”
He nodded at the camera.
"This match will be not be fun for the American’s watching but for me it will be fun,” Abdul angrily laughed. “I will take out you Anicka. You blasphemer, do you think can claim such a thing as being able to beat me? Allah will strike you down. You state that I should be better than what I preach, that I have become kind of typecast in the role of a preacher of hate? Have I been radicalised against American ideals? Who has not been radicalised against them these days. The world has opened its eyes to America’s blatant elitism and racist views and we will no longer stand for it. Can China be wrong? Can Russia be wrong? Can the Arab Nations be wrong? No, they cannot."
A look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
"The damage will be done to you Anicka and the goal will be won.” Abdul said. “And I Abdul bin Hussain will take one step closer to being at the top of this wrestling promotion or worst case scenario I will bring it crashing down. 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.
"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. “America has become a cancer to the world and the only way to cure this world is to burn it out."
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"Can you hear it?” he asked. ”That's your professional wrestling company when you get into Abdul bin Hussain’s business!!!! It will be corroding even before it has begun as Abdul bin Hussain will be your new franchise and not any of those other pathetic infidels that sit in the locker room. Have you seen any of them?"
His mouth curled up.
"But there is more to come.” Abdul said. “The OPW locker room will have to watch their backs. You will put your love in your American heroes but they will be put out of their misery. Misery and despair is what America brings to the world. It is their legacy and Anicka my friend, your legacy is to be nothing but pain. You continue to resist the education that the world brings to your door about America but it is too late to turn it around."
He turned and walked off set, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep in the camera he had his arms outstretched.
"I will not be a stepping stone for her climb back up the ladder of success in the world of men,” Abdul said. “I will not! For there is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his messenger. And I am Mohammed's messenger to you.”
أنيكا سوان ليست سوى مجرد امرأة تنحني للبشرية جمعاء
A large American Flag fluttered majestically through the window of the room. A television sat in the corner showed the viewers all sorts of American iconic sites; Children playing in the streets, baseball games, parades through the streets, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolved into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until; finally, the Iraqi flag with two scimitars underneath filled the screen.
Laughing came from behind the cam-corder recording this iconic scene. The figure holding the camera panned it around the room.
Two figures stomped into the centre of the room; one was dressed in combat fatigues and had his face covered with an Arabic headscarves and the other, a woman was dressed head to toe in a burqa. The man stood in front of the other. He swung his head from side to side, his glare from behind the headscarf drilled into the OPW viewers watching from their living rooms.
"I have recorded this little session as I know that it is the only way that I will be able to get my views out to my followers around this world,” the man said. “You see if I leave this to the normal channels then you will only see a few second of it after they have edited the controversial views that they believe that I preach. We are here to show you the OPW viewers and the world that we are more than what we seem. You look at us and you see a group of terrorists who would do anything for their ideals. You see us and you condemn us for the actions we take. But how different from what you think of us are we? We are not terrorists but freedom fighters, who will do anything in our power to win back our country from those evil infidels that have stolen it from its rightful owners.”
With one hand, he reached up and pulled the scarf free from his face. A shock of his black beard was revealed. His scarred upper torso was revealed as he sat on the chair and stared into the camera.
"So after my return to professional wrestling in this company I expected to do better than I did,” he said. “I was once again royally screwed over by an American. Not only was I supposed to not actually turn up to face some former veteran of your American Armed forces as I had it in my contract that I would not face anyone UNTIL they had got the paperwork signed off by relevant Doctors BUT they also threatened to sue me for every penny I had unless I went out there. I competed but not to my full potential as I didn’t really want to get near him just in case he was carrying that virus that is killing your people in the droves. I was destined to win my debut and then claim the Gold strap that the franchise of this company has around her waist. But my destiny was denied by someone that goes by the moniker of Johnny Stylez. Johnny? Really? Do you really think that? How quaint for you my friend. You believed that by interfering with my destiny it would work for you? How did that turn out for you? Did you get your wish?”
He straightened his head scarf which covered the side of his scarred face.
“The show ended with the Immortal Champion having to make a decision,” Abdul said. “The decision wasn’t left to you Johnny as she had to choose her opponent for the next Immortal Championship shot. That was going to be this Iraqi superstar that you wanted to be ousted from your show. How did that feel? Did you feel wanting?"
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
“I will get under your skin Johnny,” Abdul said. “I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and you infidels do not stand a chance against anyone from there. You and your country rely on us for your oil. If you did not need our oil would you have started this unjust war in my country? Would you have wanted revenge on terrorist attacks on your own soil without proof that a single person from Iraq was involved? Was 9-11 anything to do with Iraq? No but you used it as an excuse to invade us. What would you do in that situation? Invade or just surrender yourself to a life of a mediocre nature. The whole 9-11 conspiracy is but a farce. It is an American invention for another way to rape the population of my country for anything that they want. Why do you not do it to your own population who steal money that they have managed to milk from the state whilst sitting on their obese posteriors?"
A sly smile crossed his face for a second.
"Do you? Would you?” Abdul asked. “You see Johnny Stylez is like the United States of America, he thinks it is bigger than the rest but with all your past accolades and stuff you are nothing but a scared little infidel who will be put out of his misery if he stepped back between the ropes with Abdul bin Hussain. 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 version of their World Champion? No it couldn‘t. Why? Why do they think that? Is it because like the United States of America this company is prejudice against me? It is because I am of Persian descent; it is a race thing; because I am different from the rest of their preconceived views of championship material. I will prove them wrong."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
“You must look at the bigger picture if you wish to judge me,” he said. “I may be of Pure Arabian stock but you cannot hold that against me. I may be of Persian descent but I know that you do not respect anything other than your infidel ways. I will not rest that is not the way I act. I spring from the same bloodline of the Persian Kings of old. I will not rest. I cannot rest. I will go through ever member of this locker room of infidels for that is what their locker room is. It is full of infidels. Do you think that your Immortal Champion can stand up to the might of Abdul? He probably thinks of himself like a crusading Knight; A Knight? We have had problems with Knights in the past; especially during the Crusades so Abdul will take care of all of the Infidels.”
Nazirah looked at her brother as he continued his rant of sorts.
“Facing her in the main event of the pay per view will be intriguing,” Abdul said. “I am one of the Arab Nations premier professional wrestlers. And I should be facing the world’s best. I could have gone to the United Kingdoms or Japan but for some strange reason the majority of wrestlers come to the United States of America to improve their skills. And the only way for me to get noticed is to get in from the start in an American wrestling company like the OPW.”
A smirk crossed his face for a split second.
“A new era has just begun right in front of their faces, the OPW fans. The coming of the Butcher of Basra, the Age of Abdul Bin Hussain has finally begun right in their faces, and Anicka will become the first to fall in the opening salvo. She is not just a mere woman but also an American as well. She should not meddle in my business. I am an Iraqi man; she is but a mere American. She should not get involved in my business. That is why the American's will lose this war in the long run. They let their people do what they want. Look at their women. Like Anicka they are hideous, obese and disrespectful. If they want to see a proper woman look at my sister she is what it is like to be an Iraqi woman. If the OPW roster get in my way, I am going to be getting into theirs. Where ever they turn I will be there, I will get under their skin. You see I have performed Wudu; Washing myself before prayer. Recited the Durood, and the Ayatul Kursi prayer so anyone that stands in my path will face not only me but the power of Allah’s prayer. You think that you are protecting us from the Islamic State? Are you that naive? Have you not looked within? America has more followers of the true faith than you think. Within a few decades we will turn you into what you hate the most. And you will have to stand up to that. Could you?”
Abdul looked directly down the camera lens with a look of disdain upon it.
"Do you? Would you?” Abdul asked. “You see OPW is like the United States of Mediocre, it is trying to hold me and my Arabian comrades 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 be its Immortal Champion? No it could not. Why? Why I ask; because like the United States of Mediocre, the OPW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing; Racism of the highest type. I am not one of their little porch monkeys that will take what they throw at me lying down. I will not let them."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Which gets me back to my match for this week; Anicka Swan is her name. I have faced many a strange wrestler in the past. I’ve even faced lots of women,” he said. “She thinks she can psycho-analysis someone like me? I am such an open book; you just need to ask anyone Anicka. Anicka? Really? Do you really have to go by that kunya? Kunya? Oh I forget you Infidels need to be spoken to like children. A kunya is the Arabic word for someone covering their identity in times of war. I do not need one as Abdul bin Hussain does not hide behind a moniker in his war with the United States of Mediocre. The American people think if they ignore Abdul bin Hussain and his associates they will go away. Like all those stories about your Hollywood Superstar cannot do any bad. Oh? Bill Cosby…….He could not hide his crimes even though he was famous. I will not let you falsify crimes against me just because I am of Arabic descent. I will not go away. Is that your ploy?"
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and let off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away? I do not think so,” Abdul said. “We are here for the long run so OPW if you want revenge for your racist views, bring it. But that gets me back to this week’s show. Why do you American’s think that you are the best in the world at everything you do? Look at your music. Everywhere I’ve gone this week I have seen things about your icon Elvis Presley. Why would anyone want to be associated with a fat overweight white American who chokes on a burger whilst sat on the latrine? Why would you want to be associated with that overweight loser? Why? This country is so mortally obese that the rest of the world will not have to bother about them soon as they will either be dead from heart disease or just way too fat to get on a plane to cause trouble. You think because Anicka is facing someone of my capabilities and ilk that they need someone to represent the rightful that live in this country of theirs. Have you seen what the so called American’s are really like? Obese, illiterate, racism, egotistical and in bred that is what they are really like. They should be put down. All of them."
He stood up, angrily. Grabbing the chair he threw it against the wall.
"This match will be fun for me not so much you,” Abdul angrily laughed. “I will take out this Anicka, the self-proclaimed locker room leader of the OPW now she is the champion. You blasphemer, do you think can claim such a thing like that? Allah will strike you down for being an Infidel. Come on Miss Swan, you are just a charlatan hiding behind a mask of your own making. Is this to hide your shame? You should be like my sister here, wearing a veil because of her faith."
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 ran up his arms into his shoulders, along his spine.
"The damage will be done to you and the goal will be won,” Abdul said. “And I Abdul Bin Hussain will show the world that I am the real deal. 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. When I climbed out from the rubble of my bombed out home and looked at the bodies of my family I started down this path and someone like Anicka Swan or to a certain degree Johnny Stylez will not stand in my way."
He turned and started walking around, caressing the beard on his chin.
الله أكبر ولا يمكن لأحد أن يهزم نبيه على وجه الأرض
"Everyone knows 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,” Abdul said. "I think that every day that I am here is a blessing. Allah willing I will be the one that dethrones that Infidel Anicka of carrying MY OPW Immortal Championship belt. It is inevitable. It will be. Can you not hear it calling me?”
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"That is your professional wrestling company when you get into Abdul Bin Hussain’s business calling!!!! “ he muttered. “You are such hypocrites are you not, unlike I. Look at what is going down in your country at the moment. One of your Negro citizens gets uppity with one of your corrupt law enforcement officers and gets shot by him. What happens next? Your citizen’s begin to riot in the streets, looting the local businesses and burning cars that are unluckily parked nearby. What? Do they go for the local government buildings or law enforcement buildings? No, they go for local retail outlets, for a chance of filling their coffers with cheap, early Christmas presents. When I say cheap, I mean stolen. Do you feel good about how your streets have turned out? Do you? This is exactly what you brought to the streets of my country. Iraq was a city of order until you came to police it and destroyed it. I will not stand for being dictated to by a second rate country like America. I will not. This squalor that some of you Americans live in is no better than a third world country even though the Government has enough money to spend fixing it up but have decided to spend it on illegal wars in countries that they do not want the attention on them. If they stopped interfering with the likes of Syria, Afghanistan or even Iraq they would have the money to put this right in an instant. But nay, they want to interfere elsewhere. People are eating from the trash here. Should you not look at your own country before interfering elsewhere?”
His mouth curled up.
“Your freedom comes on the backs of others that have suffered for it,” Abdul said. “Do you recognise this or do you arrogantly go about your days without a feeling in that shell of yours? Be it on the backs of the Natives of your country that you murdered to near extinction as they are so different from you or is it the kidnap victims that were stolen from their homes and families to be slaves to your ways. Their lives meaning nothing for you as they are not of the same skin colour as you. Then you think that the whole world should forget about this if you wipe it under the carpet and deflect it out into their domain.”
He nodded.
"But there is more to come,” Abdul said. “The OPW locker room will have to watch their backs. You will put your love in your American heroes but they will be put out of their misery by the one, the only, Abdul bin Hussain. If we were really a terrorist like you same we are we would have taken the scimitar off of the wall and beheaded this infidel for sins against Allah but what would that bring to this situation that we have before us. No, if we were to destroy your American heroes then what would that really do except make you resent us even more than you already do and where would that get us but on this vicious circle still. How can I let someone like Johnny Stylez disrespects me? They want to end their show with fans to leave the arena cheering their heads off and not booing and destroying the arena from rioting as they can’t have me there. Do we have to take it on ourselves to get involved in getting me my title belt? They seem to think I am not much of a threat even though I am the most talked about wrestler in the industry at the moment. Or maybe it’s the whole ignore him and he will go away ploy?"
He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it backwards and lets off a maniacal laugh.
"Go away? I do not think so.” Abdul said. “I am here for the long run so the OPW if you want revenge for your racist views bring it. But that gets me back to this week’s show. Why do you American’s think that you are the best in the world at everything you do? Anicka, you may think that you are the best that America can throw at my feet but you are but a sacrificial lamb in my world."
He stood back up, angrily.
"I cannot believe that after the week I had they have had the audacity to put me in the ring with a woman,” he said. “I have the tedious task of schooling this woman into how a real wrestler acts in the face of a challenge. She may have somehow managed to get her infidel paws upon the OPW Immortal Championship belt but she is still very much a mere woman.”
He straightened his head scarf which covered the side of his scarred face.
“Why does she think that she can hold onto that belt?” Abdul asked. “You are but a mere pathetic woman; you should be dressed in a burqa like a proper Muslim woman. How can you believe that you stand a chance against someone like me? I am a man for starters but a man of Arabic blood. You are a woman, and an infidel at that. Do you know what you would get if you were in any Muslim country?"
He held his left hand up to his left ear once again.
“You would have been stoned for you are not covered and involving yourself in man’s business,” Abdul said. “I will prevail for I am from the Arab Nations and you woman do not stand a chance. Women do what they are told in my country and that is what you should do. That is what I believe infidel!”
He nodded at the camera.
"This match will be not be fun for the American’s watching but for me it will be fun,” Abdul angrily laughed. “I will take out you Anicka. You blasphemer, do you think can claim such a thing as being able to beat me? Allah will strike you down. You state that I should be better than what I preach, that I have become kind of typecast in the role of a preacher of hate? Have I been radicalised against American ideals? Who has not been radicalised against them these days. The world has opened its eyes to America’s blatant elitism and racist views and we will no longer stand for it. Can China be wrong? Can Russia be wrong? Can the Arab Nations be wrong? No, they cannot."
A look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
"The damage will be done to you Anicka and the goal will be won.” Abdul said. “And I Abdul bin Hussain will take one step closer to being at the top of this wrestling promotion or worst case scenario I will bring it crashing down. 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.
"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. “America has become a cancer to the world and the only way to cure this world is to burn it out."
He cocked his head to the side and listened.
"Can you hear it?” he asked. ”That's your professional wrestling company when you get into Abdul bin Hussain’s business!!!! It will be corroding even before it has begun as Abdul bin Hussain will be your new franchise and not any of those other pathetic infidels that sit in the locker room. Have you seen any of them?"
His mouth curled up.
"But there is more to come.” Abdul said. “The OPW locker room will have to watch their backs. You will put your love in your American heroes but they will be put out of their misery. Misery and despair is what America brings to the world. It is their legacy and Anicka my friend, your legacy is to be nothing but pain. You continue to resist the education that the world brings to your door about America but it is too late to turn it around."
He turned and walked off set, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep in the camera he had his arms outstretched.
"I will not be a stepping stone for her climb back up the ladder of success in the world of men,” Abdul said. “I will not! For there is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his messenger. And I am Mohammed's messenger to you.”
أن تكون شاكرة لأن هذه مباراة مصارعة في الولايات المتحدة متواضعة كما لو كانت في العراق كنت قد رجمت حتى الموت