Post by Abdul bin Hussain on May 3, 2020 13:44:17 GMT -5
A limousine pulled up in front of the store and not waiting for the driver to open the door from out of the back passenger seat emerged the Iraqi born professional wrestler Abdul bin Hussain. He tried to straighten the suit that he was wearing which seemed to have creased in the journey to this pathetic place on the planet.
Abdul looked at it with disdain as he slowly turned towards his manager Rafiq. “You cannot be serious that you bring me to this part of town? Why would you Rafiq? This place is full of those that are the dregs of society.”
“Abdul, with us wrestling over the next few months in this country we need to have some kind of centre to call home,” Rafiq said. “You cannot stay in luxury hotels all the time as we know with the limited wages they have put us on will run out. You need to put down some roots to show that we are committed to our contract here in the Outlaw Pro Wrestling.”
“Roots?” Abdul said. “Roots? Why would we want to put down roots for this company? This squalor is no better than the third world country that it is even though the Politicians here have enough money to spend fixing it up but have decided to spend it on wars with their people that they do not want the attention on them. If America stopped interfering with the likes of Syria, Afghanistan or even Iraq it could probably sort itself out. But nay, they want to interfere elsewhere.”
“I know Abdul but with me being here now in Outlaw Pro Wrestling I need to prove to the owners that with them backing us they have made the right decision bringing us in,” Rafiq said. “They are giving you a chance this week at taking on this Enforcer guy so you need to show them that even though we hate their infidel guts that we are worthy to hold a prestigious title in this company.”
“Oh?” Abdul said. “It’s like that is it? They think that we have to sell-out to their commercialism to get where we need to go? What would you have to do to become their main World Champion? Convert to Christianity? Do you want to do that Rafiq? Would you turn again from our faith much like the company wants us to do?”
“No…….” stuttered Rafiq. “No…..That’s not what I was saying we need to do, Abdul. It just they are putting time into our careers so I think for our own sake we need show them that we have some kind of faith in what they are doing for our career.”
“We would never convert anyway,” Abdul said. “Why would we want to follow a false God who’s followers learn of his story from what some would say is the greatest selling fan-fiction of all time. Does anyone believe that the self-proclaimed son of God that is in that book did what it said? NO.”
Rafiq nodded as they approached the building. The building they were here to see was next door to this eye sore. “It needs a bit of work. What do you think Abdul?”
Abdul looked up at the building and even the shade could not hide the disdain. “You want us to move into this hovel? Why would I want to do that? Why would I bring my sister to this neighbourhood? Even from the outside this place looks like all those others that you see in the projects. I will not lower my principals of being a proud man of the Persian persuasion to move into squalid like that. What does the Koran tell us about living in this sort of place? What does it say about those that own Outlaw Pro Wrestling?”
Rafiq looked shocked.
“Slay them wherever you find them. Drive them out of the places from which they drove you. Idolatry is worse than carnage.” Abdul said. “Look at those on the televisions. Look at those women that are on the covers of the glossy magazine we see at the airports, they are disgusting; Not only infidels and women also. They are beneath everything else even their so called World Champion. Why would I want to set down anything here? I would probably leave with some kind of disease.”
Abdul rubbed the scar on his face as it was causing him some distress in this warm weather. The weather here was so much hotter than his native Iraq at the moment but to get ahead in this industry he had to take a chance.
“We may have come into this company,” Abdul said. “And I may have become the fastest rising star on their roster and being in the main event of their last pay per view. But that is just logical isn’t it? I am not one of those other pathetic infidels that the OPW employ. I am a very talented wrestler Rafiq. Am I not the real Outlaw Pro Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion? I am Abdul bin Hussain! And I was robbed by a pathetic woman but this will not be the last time our paths cross as I will be the one to take that belt from her cold, dead hand.”
“I know you will,” Rafiq said. “It is just with your schedule at the moment the travel might get too much for us.”
“Our schedule is not that bad,” Abdul said. “But we are used to it. This week I have to face off against some man called Anthony Cross but his moniker is something like the Informant, the Liberator, the Violator or something like that, this Anthony guy has been very erratic as of late as he is afraid. I’m surprised the owners haven’t changed it into some kind of hard-core gimmick match which is totally against my Persian principals but won’t stop me destroying this infidel punk; Even if I have to euthanize him.”
“I would use a dose of Pentobarbital or Sodium Thiopental on them. I have beaten some of the biggest infidels in matches around the world already Abdul so the watchers will know what to expect,” Rafiq said. “The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His messenger and strive to make mischief in the land is only this, that they should be murdered or crucified or their hands and their feet should be cut off on opposite sides or they should be imprisoned; this shall be as a disgrace for them in this world, and in the hereafter they shall have a grievous chastisement.”
“That is deep my wise and noble friend,” Abdul said. “This will not be the first time that I will face a man with a whole team behind him Rafiq. I cannot believe he thinks that he should be in the same ring as someone like me. When the sun shall be folded up; and when the stars shall fall; and when the mountains shall be made to pass away; and when the camels ten months gone with young shall be neglected; and when the seas shall boil; and when the souls shall be joined again to their bodies; and when the girl who hath been buried alive shall be asked for what crime she was put to death; and when the books shall be laid open; and when the heavens shall be removed; and when hell shall burn fiercely; and when paradise shall be brought near: every soul shall know what it hath wrought.”
Rafiq turned towards Abdul and nodded his head. “That is right. This sell out American thinks he can get in a match with a great Muslim like you he would be beheaded if this was set in any of the Arabic nations. But to be honest we have said that before so we need to move on from that. The infidel will burn for that.”
Abdul put his hand back on the limousine. He looked at his reflection with a look of distrust on his face.
“Things definitely need to change here in this wrestling promotion,” Rafiq said. “We cannot keep this hatred up. It is eating away at us from within like a cancer. It bubbles up in our veins like a black tar, writhing through our hearts with a bitter sweetness. We need to change not for those people that tune into the OPW every show like brainless puppets but for ourselves Abdul.”
Abdul looked at his manager with a look of disgust on his face.
“The Arab Nations have hidden behind the stereotype of what they believed us to be because that was what we thought was what was needed to get us noticed,” he said. “Dressing up in the garb of one of those people and holding up that flag of hate is not what we should do. Why did we go against our principles just to get the reaction that we yearned for?”
Rafiq looked nervous as he continued.
“The reaction is very visceral Abdul,” he said. “They hate us more than anyone else in the history of OPW, maybe in the wrestling industry but that is part of the business I know; but suddenly we realise that something is not quite right; we cannot not sustain longevity just by coming out week after week preaching hatred about the people of this world because of their bigotry.”
Abdul’s face softened for a second before he turned and looked around.
“This hatred stems back thousands of years and until someone stands up to be counted will continue until the total annihilation of the human species,” he continued. “With preacher’s sprouting hatred on both sides nothing will change. Someone needs to stand up and change. We should move away from this hatred and just bother about what brings us to the squared circle; the skills that we bring that is.”
Rafiq turned and looked directly at Abdul.
“We could live in the past by stating about all the things that we have done in the wrestling industry since our debut but that would be just bringing more hatred from those that sit at home, on their pizza stained couches filled with jealousy and blatant arrogance that they know what is best for the wrestling business,” he said. “They look at us and do not see passed the colour of our skins. They look at us and just see what happened in New York back in the day but that was not any of us.”
Abdul nodded as he understood what was being said.
“Injustice 4 All was the perfect example of this. It was probably be sold on the publicity of the pay per view as their token representative of the Arab Nations; sold as being the evil terrorist that was taking on this American woman,” Rafiq said. “How the arrogant heel wrestler will destroy this woman champion.”
“If it was up to me I would call out the World Champion on the next show and drag them to the ring and get that around my waist,” Abdul interrupted. “I never lost the belt but I must stop thinking about stuff that went on in the past and move on. I came back to this company not to live in the past but to become the wrestler that I was always meant to be. I understand what you are saying but I will not, and I cannot sell out on my principals.”
“I know when you claim to be the greatest professional wrestling in the world it is not just an arrogant boast of the grandeur that you believe but a cold, hard fact of life,” Rafiq said. “People need to learn that not everything we say is propaganda baked up to get a reaction out of them. Positive or negative whatever the reaction is what this business is all about and when you win the OPW World Heavyweight Championship belt they will see him in a different light. Gone will be their mental image of us dressed in the garb of a terrorist and they will just see a group of professional wrestlers that will take the OPW on their shoulders and elevate it to the next level.”
“This match is supposed this week is supposed to be a punishment for going my own way?” Abdul asked. “I know you want us to reform in our ways but I am not changing for anyone. Not those in the front office, not those that have sold their bodies to get their spot on the roster, no not anyone. Abdul will do his own thing and do it the way he wants to. Idiocrasy is what is coming to this place and it is from the top downwards.”
“That is quite true,” Rafiq said. “It has actually making it easier for people of our faith to recruit to our cause as America has turned itself into some kind of Inquisition of sorts trying to run roughshod over the rest of the world. We have had problems in our country but it was mainly down to things the American has done there. They need to be shown that it will not be allowed anymore.”
“It is true with America,” Abdul said. “They support of this self-proclaimed deity, Trump has as much hold over me as the fake God that these Christian’s follow; Another fictional deity to show their supporters what the Muslim faith is all about. Trump’s followers have come to this world to garner support from the weak willed and humble minded infidels that not only America supports but most of the world’s racist groups as well. They are pathetic. But we must comply now mustn’t we?”
He looked directly into Rafiq’s eye.
“I have faced some of infidels before that are supposedly the best in the world and they know of defeat to the Arab Nation,” he said. “They had to take that bitter pill once as for all, as unlike the American Idol you don’t get a third chance of getting once over on the Butcher of Basra. This Enforcer infidel thinks he can regain his place in the promotion and make a name for himself for taking out the Muslim that threatens America. Oh come on. I am so convinced that I will beat this infidel that I will do what I should have done from the start. I will face him, one on one; without the Arab Nations and without his Insurgence Infidels at ringside. So one on one. And I will go one better. I am that convinced that I will beat him that I will put my career on the line. Yes, Rafiq you heard that correctly. I beat him or I am gone from this company. Now get that out on Social Media.”
Rafiq nodded, “His fanatics will not like if their little side show antics are side tracked by the likes of a pure Persian like you Abdul or the rest of the Arab Nations. They will not stand for it and openly come after us as you I fear is the one with the target painted on our backs for not falling for their complete and utter bull excrement.”
“That is true,” Abdul said. “And we will prove to the world once and for all why OPW needs us. It is idiocy to believe otherwise. I am the greatest pure athlete in this industry of ours and will prove to the world why this infidel will not get past me. When I win you will prove that I am not only the fastest rising star in this industry BUT I will put down all of those infidel’s who blindly follow the owner of this company like fanatically zealots.”
He turned to Rafiq who had a smirk on his face.
“Why do you smile?” Abdul asked.
“I am sorry.” Rafiq said. “They call us fanatical zealots in our following of the path of Allah and they blindly follow this deity that is like something that is stuck on the bottom of our shoes.”
Abdul nodded, “And the sooner that it is put out of its misery the sooner we can bring Allah to all the people. And once they are converted to our ways the sooner I will become the main man in this industry.”
He turned towards the limousine. “Now let’s get back to the hotel, as I’m not staying around here as I might be lynched by these inbred infidels.”
Abdul looked at it with disdain as he slowly turned towards his manager Rafiq. “You cannot be serious that you bring me to this part of town? Why would you Rafiq? This place is full of those that are the dregs of society.”
“Abdul, with us wrestling over the next few months in this country we need to have some kind of centre to call home,” Rafiq said. “You cannot stay in luxury hotels all the time as we know with the limited wages they have put us on will run out. You need to put down some roots to show that we are committed to our contract here in the Outlaw Pro Wrestling.”
“Roots?” Abdul said. “Roots? Why would we want to put down roots for this company? This squalor is no better than the third world country that it is even though the Politicians here have enough money to spend fixing it up but have decided to spend it on wars with their people that they do not want the attention on them. If America stopped interfering with the likes of Syria, Afghanistan or even Iraq it could probably sort itself out. But nay, they want to interfere elsewhere.”
“I know Abdul but with me being here now in Outlaw Pro Wrestling I need to prove to the owners that with them backing us they have made the right decision bringing us in,” Rafiq said. “They are giving you a chance this week at taking on this Enforcer guy so you need to show them that even though we hate their infidel guts that we are worthy to hold a prestigious title in this company.”
“Oh?” Abdul said. “It’s like that is it? They think that we have to sell-out to their commercialism to get where we need to go? What would you have to do to become their main World Champion? Convert to Christianity? Do you want to do that Rafiq? Would you turn again from our faith much like the company wants us to do?”
“No…….” stuttered Rafiq. “No…..That’s not what I was saying we need to do, Abdul. It just they are putting time into our careers so I think for our own sake we need show them that we have some kind of faith in what they are doing for our career.”
“We would never convert anyway,” Abdul said. “Why would we want to follow a false God who’s followers learn of his story from what some would say is the greatest selling fan-fiction of all time. Does anyone believe that the self-proclaimed son of God that is in that book did what it said? NO.”
Rafiq nodded as they approached the building. The building they were here to see was next door to this eye sore. “It needs a bit of work. What do you think Abdul?”
Abdul looked up at the building and even the shade could not hide the disdain. “You want us to move into this hovel? Why would I want to do that? Why would I bring my sister to this neighbourhood? Even from the outside this place looks like all those others that you see in the projects. I will not lower my principals of being a proud man of the Persian persuasion to move into squalid like that. What does the Koran tell us about living in this sort of place? What does it say about those that own Outlaw Pro Wrestling?”
Rafiq looked shocked.
“Slay them wherever you find them. Drive them out of the places from which they drove you. Idolatry is worse than carnage.” Abdul said. “Look at those on the televisions. Look at those women that are on the covers of the glossy magazine we see at the airports, they are disgusting; Not only infidels and women also. They are beneath everything else even their so called World Champion. Why would I want to set down anything here? I would probably leave with some kind of disease.”
Abdul rubbed the scar on his face as it was causing him some distress in this warm weather. The weather here was so much hotter than his native Iraq at the moment but to get ahead in this industry he had to take a chance.
“We may have come into this company,” Abdul said. “And I may have become the fastest rising star on their roster and being in the main event of their last pay per view. But that is just logical isn’t it? I am not one of those other pathetic infidels that the OPW employ. I am a very talented wrestler Rafiq. Am I not the real Outlaw Pro Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion? I am Abdul bin Hussain! And I was robbed by a pathetic woman but this will not be the last time our paths cross as I will be the one to take that belt from her cold, dead hand.”
“I know you will,” Rafiq said. “It is just with your schedule at the moment the travel might get too much for us.”
“Our schedule is not that bad,” Abdul said. “But we are used to it. This week I have to face off against some man called Anthony Cross but his moniker is something like the Informant, the Liberator, the Violator or something like that, this Anthony guy has been very erratic as of late as he is afraid. I’m surprised the owners haven’t changed it into some kind of hard-core gimmick match which is totally against my Persian principals but won’t stop me destroying this infidel punk; Even if I have to euthanize him.”
“I would use a dose of Pentobarbital or Sodium Thiopental on them. I have beaten some of the biggest infidels in matches around the world already Abdul so the watchers will know what to expect,” Rafiq said. “The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His messenger and strive to make mischief in the land is only this, that they should be murdered or crucified or their hands and their feet should be cut off on opposite sides or they should be imprisoned; this shall be as a disgrace for them in this world, and in the hereafter they shall have a grievous chastisement.”
“That is deep my wise and noble friend,” Abdul said. “This will not be the first time that I will face a man with a whole team behind him Rafiq. I cannot believe he thinks that he should be in the same ring as someone like me. When the sun shall be folded up; and when the stars shall fall; and when the mountains shall be made to pass away; and when the camels ten months gone with young shall be neglected; and when the seas shall boil; and when the souls shall be joined again to their bodies; and when the girl who hath been buried alive shall be asked for what crime she was put to death; and when the books shall be laid open; and when the heavens shall be removed; and when hell shall burn fiercely; and when paradise shall be brought near: every soul shall know what it hath wrought.”
Rafiq turned towards Abdul and nodded his head. “That is right. This sell out American thinks he can get in a match with a great Muslim like you he would be beheaded if this was set in any of the Arabic nations. But to be honest we have said that before so we need to move on from that. The infidel will burn for that.”
Abdul put his hand back on the limousine. He looked at his reflection with a look of distrust on his face.
“Things definitely need to change here in this wrestling promotion,” Rafiq said. “We cannot keep this hatred up. It is eating away at us from within like a cancer. It bubbles up in our veins like a black tar, writhing through our hearts with a bitter sweetness. We need to change not for those people that tune into the OPW every show like brainless puppets but for ourselves Abdul.”
Abdul looked at his manager with a look of disgust on his face.
“The Arab Nations have hidden behind the stereotype of what they believed us to be because that was what we thought was what was needed to get us noticed,” he said. “Dressing up in the garb of one of those people and holding up that flag of hate is not what we should do. Why did we go against our principles just to get the reaction that we yearned for?”
Rafiq looked nervous as he continued.
“The reaction is very visceral Abdul,” he said. “They hate us more than anyone else in the history of OPW, maybe in the wrestling industry but that is part of the business I know; but suddenly we realise that something is not quite right; we cannot not sustain longevity just by coming out week after week preaching hatred about the people of this world because of their bigotry.”
Abdul’s face softened for a second before he turned and looked around.
“This hatred stems back thousands of years and until someone stands up to be counted will continue until the total annihilation of the human species,” he continued. “With preacher’s sprouting hatred on both sides nothing will change. Someone needs to stand up and change. We should move away from this hatred and just bother about what brings us to the squared circle; the skills that we bring that is.”
Rafiq turned and looked directly at Abdul.
“We could live in the past by stating about all the things that we have done in the wrestling industry since our debut but that would be just bringing more hatred from those that sit at home, on their pizza stained couches filled with jealousy and blatant arrogance that they know what is best for the wrestling business,” he said. “They look at us and do not see passed the colour of our skins. They look at us and just see what happened in New York back in the day but that was not any of us.”
Abdul nodded as he understood what was being said.
“Injustice 4 All was the perfect example of this. It was probably be sold on the publicity of the pay per view as their token representative of the Arab Nations; sold as being the evil terrorist that was taking on this American woman,” Rafiq said. “How the arrogant heel wrestler will destroy this woman champion.”
“If it was up to me I would call out the World Champion on the next show and drag them to the ring and get that around my waist,” Abdul interrupted. “I never lost the belt but I must stop thinking about stuff that went on in the past and move on. I came back to this company not to live in the past but to become the wrestler that I was always meant to be. I understand what you are saying but I will not, and I cannot sell out on my principals.”
“I know when you claim to be the greatest professional wrestling in the world it is not just an arrogant boast of the grandeur that you believe but a cold, hard fact of life,” Rafiq said. “People need to learn that not everything we say is propaganda baked up to get a reaction out of them. Positive or negative whatever the reaction is what this business is all about and when you win the OPW World Heavyweight Championship belt they will see him in a different light. Gone will be their mental image of us dressed in the garb of a terrorist and they will just see a group of professional wrestlers that will take the OPW on their shoulders and elevate it to the next level.”
“This match is supposed this week is supposed to be a punishment for going my own way?” Abdul asked. “I know you want us to reform in our ways but I am not changing for anyone. Not those in the front office, not those that have sold their bodies to get their spot on the roster, no not anyone. Abdul will do his own thing and do it the way he wants to. Idiocrasy is what is coming to this place and it is from the top downwards.”
“That is quite true,” Rafiq said. “It has actually making it easier for people of our faith to recruit to our cause as America has turned itself into some kind of Inquisition of sorts trying to run roughshod over the rest of the world. We have had problems in our country but it was mainly down to things the American has done there. They need to be shown that it will not be allowed anymore.”
“It is true with America,” Abdul said. “They support of this self-proclaimed deity, Trump has as much hold over me as the fake God that these Christian’s follow; Another fictional deity to show their supporters what the Muslim faith is all about. Trump’s followers have come to this world to garner support from the weak willed and humble minded infidels that not only America supports but most of the world’s racist groups as well. They are pathetic. But we must comply now mustn’t we?”
He looked directly into Rafiq’s eye.
“I have faced some of infidels before that are supposedly the best in the world and they know of defeat to the Arab Nation,” he said. “They had to take that bitter pill once as for all, as unlike the American Idol you don’t get a third chance of getting once over on the Butcher of Basra. This Enforcer infidel thinks he can regain his place in the promotion and make a name for himself for taking out the Muslim that threatens America. Oh come on. I am so convinced that I will beat this infidel that I will do what I should have done from the start. I will face him, one on one; without the Arab Nations and without his Insurgence Infidels at ringside. So one on one. And I will go one better. I am that convinced that I will beat him that I will put my career on the line. Yes, Rafiq you heard that correctly. I beat him or I am gone from this company. Now get that out on Social Media.”
Rafiq nodded, “His fanatics will not like if their little side show antics are side tracked by the likes of a pure Persian like you Abdul or the rest of the Arab Nations. They will not stand for it and openly come after us as you I fear is the one with the target painted on our backs for not falling for their complete and utter bull excrement.”
“That is true,” Abdul said. “And we will prove to the world once and for all why OPW needs us. It is idiocy to believe otherwise. I am the greatest pure athlete in this industry of ours and will prove to the world why this infidel will not get past me. When I win you will prove that I am not only the fastest rising star in this industry BUT I will put down all of those infidel’s who blindly follow the owner of this company like fanatically zealots.”
He turned to Rafiq who had a smirk on his face.
“Why do you smile?” Abdul asked.
“I am sorry.” Rafiq said. “They call us fanatical zealots in our following of the path of Allah and they blindly follow this deity that is like something that is stuck on the bottom of our shoes.”
Abdul nodded, “And the sooner that it is put out of its misery the sooner we can bring Allah to all the people. And once they are converted to our ways the sooner I will become the main man in this industry.”
He turned towards the limousine. “Now let’s get back to the hotel, as I’m not staying around here as I might be lynched by these inbred infidels.”