Post by Abdul bin Hussain on May 27, 2020 15:55:06 GMT -5
Abdul bin Hussain and his entourage were walking through the airport in Miami, Florida. He was dressed in his usual Arabic attire and his head was underneath his head scarf. He was surrounded by a camera crew as well as a lot of uniformed American airport officials. The officials were all serious looking and were keeping an eye on the entire group especially Abdul bin Hussain.
“So Abdul,” Rafiq said. “Do we have to have this infidel camera crew follow us all the time? Would it not highlight some of the racism that we face in our daily life? Why would they want that to be put out there on their screens?”
“Everyone is doing reality television these days,” Abdul bin Hussain said. “The powers that be at the OPW have decided that for a future release that they want to do a reality television series and who better than Abdul bin Hussain. This camera crew will follow us around for a bit to see what it is like to be an Iraqi wrestling superstar travelling around with an up and coming American wrestling promotion. They do it with a lot of no talented infidels whose only claim to fame is that they have got a bigger cleavage than their IQ’s.”
“What have we said about insulting the competition?” the producer’s voice was tinny in his ear. “They are the pioneers in this industry Abdul. We want your product to be up there with them. And if you insult them too much we will not get on E.”
Abdul bin Hussain smiled. “Abdul bin Hussain is so much better than the Kardasians or some two-bit Brit Pop-band like One Direction or the Saturdays.”
“You know the rules Abdul,” the Producer said. “When you’re miked and in the field you need to think before you speak.”
Nazirah squinted at Abdul bin Hussain from behind her Burqa. “This is a strange country brother. Why has the OPW brought us here? This country seems to be one of the worse places in America if that is even possible as we have seen a lot of garbage. So what is the plan of action?”
Abdul bin Hussain smirked as he caressed his beard. “Nazirah. Plan is for these nice officials take us for a guided trip around their city they will probably take us to our accommodation so we can get settled in before the show kicks off.”
Rafiq nodded, “But this is Miami, Abdul. They cannot be trusted. More so now that OPW are running a show here. They hate us. Especially with all their stuff they have been doing lately. I would not be too surprised if they take us directly to one of their local Police stations.”
“Think of the ratings.” The Producer said. “This is the pilot episode and could put the OPW on the map if you guys were taken into custody for some controversy you cause. We could be making headlines of our own.”
Abdul bin Hussain turned and looked at his sister. “I will not cause controversy just to get them ratings. This is all about me and this company’s roster…….”
Nazirah interrupted her brother, “Another group of infidels.”
Abdul bin Hussain looked at his sister with a look of utter disdain. “Do not interrupt me my sister. Do you think I will not slap you because camera is filming us? No, I have lost my path here in the OPW. I was distracted and they took my chance at the Immortal Championship away from my waist and stabled my up with morons every week. I need to get back into that race as it really is the property of mine not some infidel who won it by default after I took my eye off of the ball. Something will need to be done; and sooner than later. That is if I continue in this so-called wrestling promotion.”
“Eh”, the cameraman cleared his throat. “I just want to remind everybody that you need to do more than stand around putting together dastardly plans if you want to get viewers.………………..”
It had been the OPW’s idea to turn the Hussain’s into a reality show, and it did seem like a good idea at the time but now it was getting on Abdul bin Hussain’s last nerve. He was nervous and that is how it showed. People thought that Abdul bin Hussain was this extremist from Iraq with terrorist tendencies. Do they think he hide his real shelf behind the persona that he portrayed on television each and every week.
Abdul bin Hussain was on his feet and walked away. The man hefted his camera, preparing to follow him.
"My opponent this week is a man with visions of grandeur,” he stated. “Hiding behind this persona will not help him Rafiq. Abdul bin Hussain does not let people like him stand in his path back to greatness. Look at what happened to those infidels, that I beat last show. Rafiq you must tell me their names as I do not remember them. They tried their best but came up short in their attempt. A long the way they let not only his friends and family down but his country also. But I digress."
He cocked his head to the side, and then tilted it backwards before he looked at the camera.
"The world has become a different place,” Abdul says. “Soon whichever of these Wolf men, the United States of Mediocre will be put in its rightful place? Can you picture the United States of Mediocre under Sharia rules? Can you see the President in a veil? Would the first lady ever wear a burqa? Probably not as the people here are such pathetic infidels. Can you not see where the world is heading? Can you not see that you are a minority in your own country now?"
“That is true,” Rafiq said. “He is pathetic but he has an army of morons behind him.”
“That is true but I digress. Come on,” Abdul bin Hussain said to his entourage. “I need to get to the hotel so I can get prepared for the defeat that this rookie infidel will have when to faces me on this coming show. I must prepare my face for the right amount of disdain to give him after I have defeated him…..easily!”
Nazirah nodded. “I know that will happen. You will embarrass this Wolf person and he will take his infidel posterior back to the Indies. Is that not right Abdul?”
Abdul bin Hussain laughed as he walked through the airport. “Good question sister. Whichever of these Wolf men will probably be flapping his gums to the nearest OPW film crew mentioning something about me being a terrorist and that I should be locked away for my crimes at 9-11. He will be saying that I cannot win this as he is doing it for America. He should get his facts right. I am Abdul bin Hussain. I am the Butcher of Basra.”
He turned and looked at his sister ignoring the camera crew getting right in their faces.
“I am ready for anything for I have performed Wudu,” he said. “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. They think that you are protecting us from the Islamic State? Are they that naive? Have they not looked within? America has more followers of the true faith than they think. Within a few decades we will turn them into what they hate the most. And they will have to stand up to that. What about you? 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 one day be a World Champion once again? 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."
“And this Vincent Wolf?” Rafiq asked. “Is he worthy? Is he worthy as an opponent?”
“I will make his wrestling match against me interesting,” Abdul bin Hussain said. “I will push him to the limits of his skills, and then I will pin his shoulders to the mat for the three count and move one step closer to getting the OPW Immortal Championship gold around my waist. Otherwise I will move onto a company that respects my talents. You see this may be Johnny Stylez company but that man has not been relevant in a decade or so. Now he’s the owner of this vanity project of his trying to reclaim those glory days when he was one of the members of the cRu or Hunter’s partner in that tag team of theirs. Wait, what was their name? Well, it doesn’t really matter as they were as much failures as this Syndicate group of his now. Like I said vanity is a fickle thing and it shows.”
Rafiq smirked. He knew how to push the right buttons with his charge and enjoyed it. “But you can’t say that as we’re on camera Abdul. This footage will be all over Social Media. And the current Immortal Champion?”
Abdul bin Hussain shrugged. “She thinks that she has my number. She will probably just come out with some high-brow witty banter about the way I am not able to beat her. I have tried and failed. She thinks that she got away it without any reprisals.”
He caressed the side of his sister face through her Burqa.
“She will probably state that she has nothing to prove in a rematch as she is the champion and won it fair and square in a straight match; But she with have to deal with a man of Arabic descent that is motivated and driven; how sad for the man from whatever infidel place on this planet. Either way I will not let him keep up his lucky streak against me,” he said. “No Nazirah. It is open season on the current OPW Immortal Champion.”
“You would defeat her easily, like you did with the Enforcer.” Rafiq said. “And cement your legacy in this wrestling promotion as the greatest wrestler they have ever had and ever will have in its future.”
“America’s war upon what they proclaim as terrorism is but one of their fairy tales,” he said. “They hunt terrorism everywhere. Iraq has turned into a bombing range for warring religious sects. Afghanistan has turned into the piece of excrement that cannot be wiped off of Uncle Sam’s shoes then you have got some African Warlords stoking their army of children with dope, giving them machetes and letting them loose. Nothing will change us.”
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 didn't 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.
“Oh I had to go there did I not,” he said. “Do you think I disrespect you? Who cares? Do you really know us? Do you know what it is like to be thought of just because we are different? These American's sit in their living rooms viewing us on your television sat on your sofas in your food stained clothing that we are terrorists? Do they know what we fight for? What if their country was invaded by a force that was inferior to you……..Like Canadians. What would they do? Would they sit on their couches and just let it happen? When their forces drive their tanks down Main Street or drop bombs on their schools would they react? Or would they just sit there on their asses and scratch their balls?"
“But we should be concentrate on the wrestling side Abdul as we don’t want to be perceived as being political, Rafiq said. “We need to get back to the wrestling.”
“Is it because one of the producers is shouting in your ear?” Abdul said. “I can talk about what I want to as I am not used to being censored like they are in this country. I want to be free to live under the rules of our religion and those infidels that do not want to do that will pay for it.”
“So I think you can beat this Wolf brother guy,” Rafiq said. “Not sure which one you’re facing as they both look similar in my eyes to be honest."
“This is true.” Abdul bin Hussain said. “Once I have got past this Wolf person that they have thrown at me this week and then I will get one step closer to my destiny. But he will just have to get with the program as the OPW Immortal Championship title belt is going to be around my waist soon if I get my way. Did you get all of that on camera? Did you manage to get your sound bites from me? I hope I do not have to repeat myself. But I digress as to the hotel we must go.”
“So Abdul,” Rafiq said. “Do we have to have this infidel camera crew follow us all the time? Would it not highlight some of the racism that we face in our daily life? Why would they want that to be put out there on their screens?”
“Everyone is doing reality television these days,” Abdul bin Hussain said. “The powers that be at the OPW have decided that for a future release that they want to do a reality television series and who better than Abdul bin Hussain. This camera crew will follow us around for a bit to see what it is like to be an Iraqi wrestling superstar travelling around with an up and coming American wrestling promotion. They do it with a lot of no talented infidels whose only claim to fame is that they have got a bigger cleavage than their IQ’s.”
“What have we said about insulting the competition?” the producer’s voice was tinny in his ear. “They are the pioneers in this industry Abdul. We want your product to be up there with them. And if you insult them too much we will not get on E.”
Abdul bin Hussain smiled. “Abdul bin Hussain is so much better than the Kardasians or some two-bit Brit Pop-band like One Direction or the Saturdays.”
“You know the rules Abdul,” the Producer said. “When you’re miked and in the field you need to think before you speak.”
Nazirah squinted at Abdul bin Hussain from behind her Burqa. “This is a strange country brother. Why has the OPW brought us here? This country seems to be one of the worse places in America if that is even possible as we have seen a lot of garbage. So what is the plan of action?”
Abdul bin Hussain smirked as he caressed his beard. “Nazirah. Plan is for these nice officials take us for a guided trip around their city they will probably take us to our accommodation so we can get settled in before the show kicks off.”
Rafiq nodded, “But this is Miami, Abdul. They cannot be trusted. More so now that OPW are running a show here. They hate us. Especially with all their stuff they have been doing lately. I would not be too surprised if they take us directly to one of their local Police stations.”
“Think of the ratings.” The Producer said. “This is the pilot episode and could put the OPW on the map if you guys were taken into custody for some controversy you cause. We could be making headlines of our own.”
Abdul bin Hussain turned and looked at his sister. “I will not cause controversy just to get them ratings. This is all about me and this company’s roster…….”
Nazirah interrupted her brother, “Another group of infidels.”
Abdul bin Hussain looked at his sister with a look of utter disdain. “Do not interrupt me my sister. Do you think I will not slap you because camera is filming us? No, I have lost my path here in the OPW. I was distracted and they took my chance at the Immortal Championship away from my waist and stabled my up with morons every week. I need to get back into that race as it really is the property of mine not some infidel who won it by default after I took my eye off of the ball. Something will need to be done; and sooner than later. That is if I continue in this so-called wrestling promotion.”
“Eh”, the cameraman cleared his throat. “I just want to remind everybody that you need to do more than stand around putting together dastardly plans if you want to get viewers.………………..”
It had been the OPW’s idea to turn the Hussain’s into a reality show, and it did seem like a good idea at the time but now it was getting on Abdul bin Hussain’s last nerve. He was nervous and that is how it showed. People thought that Abdul bin Hussain was this extremist from Iraq with terrorist tendencies. Do they think he hide his real shelf behind the persona that he portrayed on television each and every week.
Abdul bin Hussain was on his feet and walked away. The man hefted his camera, preparing to follow him.
"My opponent this week is a man with visions of grandeur,” he stated. “Hiding behind this persona will not help him Rafiq. Abdul bin Hussain does not let people like him stand in his path back to greatness. Look at what happened to those infidels, that I beat last show. Rafiq you must tell me their names as I do not remember them. They tried their best but came up short in their attempt. A long the way they let not only his friends and family down but his country also. But I digress."
He cocked his head to the side, and then tilted it backwards before he looked at the camera.
"The world has become a different place,” Abdul says. “Soon whichever of these Wolf men, the United States of Mediocre will be put in its rightful place? Can you picture the United States of Mediocre under Sharia rules? Can you see the President in a veil? Would the first lady ever wear a burqa? Probably not as the people here are such pathetic infidels. Can you not see where the world is heading? Can you not see that you are a minority in your own country now?"
“That is true,” Rafiq said. “He is pathetic but he has an army of morons behind him.”
“That is true but I digress. Come on,” Abdul bin Hussain said to his entourage. “I need to get to the hotel so I can get prepared for the defeat that this rookie infidel will have when to faces me on this coming show. I must prepare my face for the right amount of disdain to give him after I have defeated him…..easily!”
Nazirah nodded. “I know that will happen. You will embarrass this Wolf person and he will take his infidel posterior back to the Indies. Is that not right Abdul?”
Abdul bin Hussain laughed as he walked through the airport. “Good question sister. Whichever of these Wolf men will probably be flapping his gums to the nearest OPW film crew mentioning something about me being a terrorist and that I should be locked away for my crimes at 9-11. He will be saying that I cannot win this as he is doing it for America. He should get his facts right. I am Abdul bin Hussain. I am the Butcher of Basra.”
He turned and looked at his sister ignoring the camera crew getting right in their faces.
“I am ready for anything for I have performed Wudu,” he said. “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. They think that you are protecting us from the Islamic State? Are they that naive? Have they not looked within? America has more followers of the true faith than they think. Within a few decades we will turn them into what they hate the most. And they will have to stand up to that. What about you? 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 one day be a World Champion once again? 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."
“And this Vincent Wolf?” Rafiq asked. “Is he worthy? Is he worthy as an opponent?”
“I will make his wrestling match against me interesting,” Abdul bin Hussain said. “I will push him to the limits of his skills, and then I will pin his shoulders to the mat for the three count and move one step closer to getting the OPW Immortal Championship gold around my waist. Otherwise I will move onto a company that respects my talents. You see this may be Johnny Stylez company but that man has not been relevant in a decade or so. Now he’s the owner of this vanity project of his trying to reclaim those glory days when he was one of the members of the cRu or Hunter’s partner in that tag team of theirs. Wait, what was their name? Well, it doesn’t really matter as they were as much failures as this Syndicate group of his now. Like I said vanity is a fickle thing and it shows.”
Rafiq smirked. He knew how to push the right buttons with his charge and enjoyed it. “But you can’t say that as we’re on camera Abdul. This footage will be all over Social Media. And the current Immortal Champion?”
Abdul bin Hussain shrugged. “She thinks that she has my number. She will probably just come out with some high-brow witty banter about the way I am not able to beat her. I have tried and failed. She thinks that she got away it without any reprisals.”
He caressed the side of his sister face through her Burqa.
“She will probably state that she has nothing to prove in a rematch as she is the champion and won it fair and square in a straight match; But she with have to deal with a man of Arabic descent that is motivated and driven; how sad for the man from whatever infidel place on this planet. Either way I will not let him keep up his lucky streak against me,” he said. “No Nazirah. It is open season on the current OPW Immortal Champion.”
“You would defeat her easily, like you did with the Enforcer.” Rafiq said. “And cement your legacy in this wrestling promotion as the greatest wrestler they have ever had and ever will have in its future.”
“America’s war upon what they proclaim as terrorism is but one of their fairy tales,” he said. “They hunt terrorism everywhere. Iraq has turned into a bombing range for warring religious sects. Afghanistan has turned into the piece of excrement that cannot be wiped off of Uncle Sam’s shoes then you have got some African Warlords stoking their army of children with dope, giving them machetes and letting them loose. Nothing will change us.”
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 didn't 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.
“Oh I had to go there did I not,” he said. “Do you think I disrespect you? Who cares? Do you really know us? Do you know what it is like to be thought of just because we are different? These American's sit in their living rooms viewing us on your television sat on your sofas in your food stained clothing that we are terrorists? Do they know what we fight for? What if their country was invaded by a force that was inferior to you……..Like Canadians. What would they do? Would they sit on their couches and just let it happen? When their forces drive their tanks down Main Street or drop bombs on their schools would they react? Or would they just sit there on their asses and scratch their balls?"
“But we should be concentrate on the wrestling side Abdul as we don’t want to be perceived as being political, Rafiq said. “We need to get back to the wrestling.”
“Is it because one of the producers is shouting in your ear?” Abdul said. “I can talk about what I want to as I am not used to being censored like they are in this country. I want to be free to live under the rules of our religion and those infidels that do not want to do that will pay for it.”
“So I think you can beat this Wolf brother guy,” Rafiq said. “Not sure which one you’re facing as they both look similar in my eyes to be honest."
“This is true.” Abdul bin Hussain said. “Once I have got past this Wolf person that they have thrown at me this week and then I will get one step closer to my destiny. But he will just have to get with the program as the OPW Immortal Championship title belt is going to be around my waist soon if I get my way. Did you get all of that on camera? Did you manage to get your sound bites from me? I hope I do not have to repeat myself. But I digress as to the hotel we must go.”