Post by Abdul bin Hussain on May 17, 2020 14:44:11 GMT -5
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 sat on the chairs talking amongst themselves as they awaited Abdul.
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. It’s not just the OPW Immortal Championship. This is a big thing for the Arab Nations and we need him to know."
Nazirah just nodded but didn't say anything.
Rafiq turned and looked directly at her.
"What is it Nazirah?" he said to her. “What is on your mind? I will give you this time whilst we wait for your brother to tell me what is on your mind but as you are a woman it should not be a lot; so come on what is it?”
"I'm worried Rafiq, Abdul needs to know that they will do anything to stop a Iraqi national winning anything here in the United States of Mediocre; And that both of his opponents will probably put their petty problems on hold long enough to eliminate him from the match and then fight it between themselves,” she said. “Abdul needs to do his own thing as I do not think that the American audience will respect him or take him serious at the moment. I do not see it any other way, do you?"
"Yes?" Rafiq muttered. “Come on, I have not got all day. At least produce a coherent sentence and not speak complete gibberish like the owner of OPW.”
Nervously Nazirah approached her brother's friend. “They do not know my brother like we do. He will not take it. He does not take disrespect well. But what will happen will these infidels just disrespect him more?”
Rafiq nodded at his charges sister, "He will defeat anyone that they put in front of him like he did last show BUT they need to be competitive matches unlike that one. That is why he is Iraq's number one sporting star of all time as he makes the best of things. He brings the Arabian nations to the forefront of peoples thoughts taking away from all the terrorist attacks in New York."
"But will it be a fair match this week, Rafiq?” she asked. “Will the entire OPW roster come out of the locker room and take out Abdul so as to give them some sort of morale victory over ISIS as they did in all those other companies he has worked for?"
"He will not rest that is not the way he is,” Rafiq said. “Abdul springs from the same bloodline of the Persian Kings of old. He will not rest. He cannot rest. He will go through ever member of this locker room of infidels for that is what their locker room is Nazirah. It is full of infidels. Do you think that their entire locker room can stand up to the might of Abdul? They probably think of themselves like a group of crusading Knights. Knights? We have had problems with Knights in the past; especially during the Crusades so Abdul will take care of all of the Infidels like Saladin took care of those Templars."
He motioned for her to sit down.
"He must make an example of someone in this match,” he said. “Who is in this match anyway? I have never seen some of them on the wrestling circuit let alone on a prime time OPW programme before, have you? They are non-entities within the structure of our world. They are but followers of a Pagan God, unlike our Abdul. By the way where is he?"
"He will be here momentarily,” she said. “He is having a work out in the hotel‘s gym. But with what you were saying, why are you irritated by this match up so much? Will he not destroy them easily like he did the infidel he was in a match last week? He was very easy for Abdul."
"It is all connected Nazirah,” he said. “Abdul is one of the Arab Nations premier professional wrestlers. And he should face the world’s best, one on one not in some shambles of a match like this. He could have gone to the United Kingdom 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 Abdul to get noticed is to start off in the American wrestling industry in a company like OPW but it is only a stepping stone."
"Both of the people in this match should not even be in the wrestling industry let alone this match,” Nazirah said. “They will pay if it the last thing that I do even though it is not their faults."
"You?” Rafiq laughed. “But you are a woman. A good Muslim woman should leave this to the men. I and your brother will deal with this in our own way even if we have to use Ahmed and Fazil to make our point. We may even send them after the Syndicate."
"Why Rafiq?" Nazirah said. “Syndicate are the tag champions BUT how would that lead him back to the Immortal Championship?”
"I told you, quiet,” Rafiq said. “This is a man's world. Do not be a disrespectful female like that infidel Blair or the fake Immortal Champion. Leave it to me and your brother like a good woman."
He caressed his beard.
"His opponents will get what is coming to them,” Rafiq said. "By Allah’s will.”
"I don't know?" asked Nazirah.
"With the arrival of Abdul to the OPW it needs not stars but superstars to rise above the rest in this industry,” he said. "And Abdul bin Hussain is that superstar.”
"He will take it to the infidels," she said.
Rafiq looked at her with a look of disdain in his eyes, "No one has achieved peace without fighting for it. Behind every peace, there's a river of blood, sweat and tears. But if we avert our eyes from that history and abandon it, then peace might as well be a piece of Dog Crap..........But I shouldn't be going on about this here. They have their resources. We must concentrate on Abdul. He is to be a shining star for Iraq. A young boy brought up on the streets of Basra showing not on the United States of America but the entire world that the Arabic Nation cannot only supply it with one of the greatest fighters but that he will dominate the world at its own game."
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 pulls 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 at Rafiq and his sister.
“Tell me Abdul,” Rafiq asked. “Tell me why should you be the winner of the match on the next show?”
"A new era has just begun right in front of their faces,” Abdul said. “The OPW 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. This group of men and women……all infidels in my eyes need to know that they are mere sub-humans to the man from Iraq. They should not meddle in my business. I am an Iraqi man; they are not. They 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. 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 entire OPW roster wants to get in my way, I am going to be getting into theirs. Where ever they turn Abdul will be there, I will get under their skin....."
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
"I will get under their skin,” he said. “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 this unjust war on my country? 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 OPW 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 OPW Immortal Champion? No it could not. Why? Why? Because like the United States of America, OPW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Look at my match for this week,” Abdul said. “Who did they have me face in this Social Distancing match? They have me in a disgrace of a match; Jaxson Riley and Kyle Mehr. Who the hell are these two anyway? Is this some kind of punishment to me? After my sub-par match last week where the loser in the match gets rewarded with an OPW Immortal Championship match makes me think that he was bribed with that championship match if he took a quick loss to me. Well it will backfire as do you think I will let him beat that woman? No, I will not!"
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 OPW, should get themselves to a mosque and convert to the Muslim faith before they get stoned, and not 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 OPW roster. 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 OPW 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 feed her earlier WAS her son. Now that is bad news for all religion. And I am not like them but that is food for thought."
He turned and goes to walk out of the room, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep into the eyes of his sister, he has 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 to lose to those infidels would be?”
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. It’s not just the OPW Immortal Championship. This is a big thing for the Arab Nations and we need him to know."
Nazirah just nodded but didn't say anything.
Rafiq turned and looked directly at her.
"What is it Nazirah?" he said to her. “What is on your mind? I will give you this time whilst we wait for your brother to tell me what is on your mind but as you are a woman it should not be a lot; so come on what is it?”
"I'm worried Rafiq, Abdul needs to know that they will do anything to stop a Iraqi national winning anything here in the United States of Mediocre; And that both of his opponents will probably put their petty problems on hold long enough to eliminate him from the match and then fight it between themselves,” she said. “Abdul needs to do his own thing as I do not think that the American audience will respect him or take him serious at the moment. I do not see it any other way, do you?"
"Yes?" Rafiq muttered. “Come on, I have not got all day. At least produce a coherent sentence and not speak complete gibberish like the owner of OPW.”
Nervously Nazirah approached her brother's friend. “They do not know my brother like we do. He will not take it. He does not take disrespect well. But what will happen will these infidels just disrespect him more?”
Rafiq nodded at his charges sister, "He will defeat anyone that they put in front of him like he did last show BUT they need to be competitive matches unlike that one. That is why he is Iraq's number one sporting star of all time as he makes the best of things. He brings the Arabian nations to the forefront of peoples thoughts taking away from all the terrorist attacks in New York."
"But will it be a fair match this week, Rafiq?” she asked. “Will the entire OPW roster come out of the locker room and take out Abdul so as to give them some sort of morale victory over ISIS as they did in all those other companies he has worked for?"
"He will not rest that is not the way he is,” Rafiq said. “Abdul springs from the same bloodline of the Persian Kings of old. He will not rest. He cannot rest. He will go through ever member of this locker room of infidels for that is what their locker room is Nazirah. It is full of infidels. Do you think that their entire locker room can stand up to the might of Abdul? They probably think of themselves like a group of crusading Knights. Knights? We have had problems with Knights in the past; especially during the Crusades so Abdul will take care of all of the Infidels like Saladin took care of those Templars."
He motioned for her to sit down.
"He must make an example of someone in this match,” he said. “Who is in this match anyway? I have never seen some of them on the wrestling circuit let alone on a prime time OPW programme before, have you? They are non-entities within the structure of our world. They are but followers of a Pagan God, unlike our Abdul. By the way where is he?"
"He will be here momentarily,” she said. “He is having a work out in the hotel‘s gym. But with what you were saying, why are you irritated by this match up so much? Will he not destroy them easily like he did the infidel he was in a match last week? He was very easy for Abdul."
"It is all connected Nazirah,” he said. “Abdul is one of the Arab Nations premier professional wrestlers. And he should face the world’s best, one on one not in some shambles of a match like this. He could have gone to the United Kingdom 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 Abdul to get noticed is to start off in the American wrestling industry in a company like OPW but it is only a stepping stone."
"Both of the people in this match should not even be in the wrestling industry let alone this match,” Nazirah said. “They will pay if it the last thing that I do even though it is not their faults."
"You?” Rafiq laughed. “But you are a woman. A good Muslim woman should leave this to the men. I and your brother will deal with this in our own way even if we have to use Ahmed and Fazil to make our point. We may even send them after the Syndicate."
"Why Rafiq?" Nazirah said. “Syndicate are the tag champions BUT how would that lead him back to the Immortal Championship?”
"I told you, quiet,” Rafiq said. “This is a man's world. Do not be a disrespectful female like that infidel Blair or the fake Immortal Champion. Leave it to me and your brother like a good woman."
He caressed his beard.
"His opponents will get what is coming to them,” Rafiq said. "By Allah’s will.”
"I don't know?" asked Nazirah.
"With the arrival of Abdul to the OPW it needs not stars but superstars to rise above the rest in this industry,” he said. "And Abdul bin Hussain is that superstar.”
"He will take it to the infidels," she said.
Rafiq looked at her with a look of disdain in his eyes, "No one has achieved peace without fighting for it. Behind every peace, there's a river of blood, sweat and tears. But if we avert our eyes from that history and abandon it, then peace might as well be a piece of Dog Crap..........But I shouldn't be going on about this here. They have their resources. We must concentrate on Abdul. He is to be a shining star for Iraq. A young boy brought up on the streets of Basra showing not on the United States of America but the entire world that the Arabic Nation cannot only supply it with one of the greatest fighters but that he will dominate the world at its own game."
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 pulls 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 at Rafiq and his sister.
“Tell me Abdul,” Rafiq asked. “Tell me why should you be the winner of the match on the next show?”
"A new era has just begun right in front of their faces,” Abdul said. “The OPW 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. This group of men and women……all infidels in my eyes need to know that they are mere sub-humans to the man from Iraq. They should not meddle in my business. I am an Iraqi man; they are not. They 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. 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 entire OPW roster wants to get in my way, I am going to be getting into theirs. Where ever they turn Abdul will be there, I will get under their skin....."
He held his left hand up to his left ear.
"I will get under their skin,” he said. “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 this unjust war on my country? 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 OPW 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 OPW Immortal Champion? No it could not. Why? Why? Because like the United States of America, OPW is prejudice against me. It is because I am an Arab, it is a race thing."
He shook his head and scratched his beard.
"Look at my match for this week,” Abdul said. “Who did they have me face in this Social Distancing match? They have me in a disgrace of a match; Jaxson Riley and Kyle Mehr. Who the hell are these two anyway? Is this some kind of punishment to me? After my sub-par match last week where the loser in the match gets rewarded with an OPW Immortal Championship match makes me think that he was bribed with that championship match if he took a quick loss to me. Well it will backfire as do you think I will let him beat that woman? No, I will not!"
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 OPW, should get themselves to a mosque and convert to the Muslim faith before they get stoned, and not 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 OPW roster. 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 OPW 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 feed her earlier WAS her son. Now that is bad news for all religion. And I am not like them but that is food for thought."
He turned and goes to walk out of the room, but paused before he left, turned and looked deep into the eyes of his sister, he has 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 to lose to those infidels would be?”
Rafiq smiled, “That is true, and that is so true. Allah Akbar!”