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Jun 11, 2020 13:56:21 GMT -5
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Post by Abdul bin Hussain on Jun 11, 2020 13:56:21 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.”
Good things do not always come to those that wait for them. One must do more than sit on your posterior waiting for some kind of prosperity to smack you right between your eyes. It is not wrong to have some kind of hope for something better but what can you actively do to pursue this course of action without losing sight of the bigger picture.
With the death of the man that radicalised the whole of the Arab Nations this statement of truths is dedicated to his memory in my own words of wisdom mixed with the wise ranting’s of those that live in a deluded oblivion within the confines of their meat suit. Rants are not always eventful but when they come from the likes of Abdul bin Hussain and it is always eventful but if you were on the end of one of them it was what was right for the path of the Arab Nations.
With my second pay per view match coming up since I returned to the deluded decadence of the OPW I need to be truly motivated to make myself seem more than a second class citizen. Those people that have been thrown into my path must stand up and be counted for what they really believe themselves to be otherwise get out of my way back to the pinnacle of this industry.
One step closer to the OPW Immortal Championship belt around this waist of mine.
Live on pay per view this dream can……no scratch that. This dream WILL become true. I am more than a dream to those that stand side by side against someone like me. I am more than a mere nightmare that has those that hold the power quaking in this boots. Can they have someone from the Arab Nations representing their company?
It happened before.
Just ask those other companies.
With what has transpired in my homeland I do not and will not vouch for their actions as of late. Burning people alive? What is with that? Even an Iraqi person like myself knows that, that is post-productive. How can you get people to really fear you if your actions portray yourself as cowards?
No, those groups need to fire their press officers and recruit someone that knows what they are doing, not some radicalised masked man of the moment. They are no Abdul bin Hussain. I would not be wearing a mask for starters. Hiding your face is cowardly; just ask any of those dastardly luchadores from Mexico.
America is but the dream at the end of the rainbow in many people’s eyes; they say that it is place of milk and honey for those that believe that they can get a better life for themselves. Is this reality? Do people really think that a country that built itself off of the murder of its native people is the place that they should work all of their lives to get to?
With its unemployment endemic, pandemic and boredom that it’s universal with its youth this is a country of despair the tension within its borders run on a knifes edge which explains why the country rampantly tries to insert itself into anything that it deems a justification of its God given rights.
They believe that because they live within the borders of the land of the brave that they have the right to interfere with everything and anyone. Their arrogance is pathetic and they need to move on if they want to become a productive member of the human species.
Ask the people that were native to America what it was like when on that fateful day in 1492 when Columbus supposedly discovered this New World. How were they to know that he would be the bringer of death for them? Did their faith in these ancient Gods defend them from this invasion of immigrants through the centuries?
America has become a mongrel country built off of the back of the weak. Be it the Natives in the early days, the African’s stolen from their homes and put to work as slave, the Chinese immigrants who broke their backs building the railways to bolster the power base of the white majority. It is still going on to these days with how they treat their own citizens.
It is pathetic really, and do you want to know what the kicker is? The American’s actually believe that there is nothing wrong with what is going on. Can they truly be that naïve? Are they that deluded?
I believe that they are.
How can they not want someone like me as the Franchise of the company?
Highway to Hell will be an eye opener for them. Three other people will enter the squared circle with one thing on their mind. They want the same as I do but they will come off short.
There are several different types of men in this world of ours. There are men who dream and never make it off their couch. It is not their fault; it is how American’s usually act. There are men who dream and fail. And then there are men who dream and change the landscape of this world, people like me, Abdul bin Hussain. What about my opponents in the Stairway to heaven qualification match?
That is what this Arab wants to know. Are you not tired of feeling unwanted? Are you not tired of coming up short and being stepped upon? Well then today is your day because today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain decided he was going to change everything. Today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain changed your world. Today is the day that you get your excuse. Today is the day I let you all off the hook. Today, I want you to go and tell all the people that you know that they better heed my warning: take notice to Abdul bin Hussain; because today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain decided to really want the title around his waist.
This country has a major problem with gun crime so much so that the country is turning back to its old ways and returning into a Wild West setting. When you even have the audacity to bring it up with any of them they retort with some bull shit comment about it being the constitutional right to hold arms against others.
Bare arms? Why would you need to own an assault rifle or machine gun? Maybe that is why the gun crime is off of the scale in this mediocre cesspool of a country. Why would you want too if you were living in what was supposed to be one of the most civilised countries on the planet even if that was a lie perpetrated by those that hold the power.
America’s belief in this and other rights of theirs has been one of the reasons that every other country on the planet hates America. Its complete egotistical reasoning is pathetic. It believes that it is justified in what it does but the rest of the world cannot all be wrong.
Can they? Can America be that deluded that their vision of the world is shrouded in darkness when it comes to those that are outside of their borders? Maybe they will realise what is really happening once they take off their jade coloured glasses and see what is really happening.
It is people like the Enforcer, ID or the new comer Daniel Holiday who are probably the odds on to win this match if the company was to place bets but gambling is against the words of the book. The Enforcer was beaten mere weeks ago but he hasn’t got anything on a motivated Abdul bin Hussain. By the will of Allah, I will destroy him. Some even say that Daniel Holiday, the infidel that the guy that has recently joined the company has a chance in this match but he is but a stepping stone for Abdul bin Hussain.
Your America lives on borrowed time does it not? If it was not for countries like Iraq, Kuwait or Saudi Arabia would they really be bothered with the Middle East? I do not think so.
No.
They hide their true meaning behind their illegal war within the boundaries of my country. Iraq was just a means to an end. They did not want the oil that was under the sand within our borders that propels America’s automobiles being in the hands of who they declared in their eyes as being a dictator.
Dictator? Have they not seen their own leaders? They are more of a bunch of despots than any of those of the Arabian Nations. It is all about the almighty dollar at the end of the day. People like George W Bush or Barak Obama have lied to you every day but you are pathetic as you believe it all but not as much as the current one.
They sugar coated the events on that fateful day in New York and used it as an excuse to launch an illegal invasion of my homeland. Using the excuse of their being Weapons of Mass Destruction there as a way to justify themselves.
After some of my free-thinking Arabic brethren decided to take things into their own hands and crash the planes into the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon the American government tried to use it as an excuse to hijack the so-called war against terror for their own money grabbing schemes. They say it is their way of bringing the democratic system to these countries? How pathetic and downrightly moronic.
I was there, I should know what happened.
It has been said before but I will say it again for those that did not listen. You see this all started on a somewhat normal day in my hometown of Basra, Iraq. On the fifth of April 2003 is where it all changed for someone. As a young man of 17 with his young wife and baby boy were sat in their house eating dinner. It was a peaceful and lovely scene which was destroyed when two US bombers targeted the residential area of al-Tuwaisi of downtown Basra, reportedly attempting to kill Ali-Hassan al-Majid. Seventeen people died that day and fifty nine people were injured. Amongst the dead were his wife and child. And to make matter worse Ali-Hassan al-Majid was not even there.
How could they justify this? How could they live with themselves after something like this and many others of its ilk? But these days they do not even get themselves dirty with their boots on the floor anymore. These days it is all about sending in the drones. Drones? What’s next? Are they going to be sending in robots?
But I am not here to talk to you about how America wants to remodel the world in its own image but more of an epidemic that is spreading across not only the United States of Mediocre but the world as a whole; an epidemic more deadly than anything EVER seen on this planet, ever the Bubonic Plague.
It is not Ebola like many of you would probably think; or any of those Homo sexual diseases that are running rampant in the deviant community. It is such a deadly epidemic that it addicts a lot of its sufferers to reality television. They get stuck in their apartments shovelling down as much junk food as there chubby little paws can down their gullets.
Pawn Stars? Storage Wars? Kourtney and Khloe? What is your poison? Yes, the epidemic that is threatening to choke this planet is Obesity.
Obesity. Some claim that they are big boned; others claim that they are sexy. They all live in denial. Denial I say. Look at what happens around the world. Look at some of the African countries that entire populations are dying from starvation and throw your excuses at me. Band Aid would have been for nothing. Look at all you American’s shovelling everything down your gullets coated with extra bacon. How disgusting, and a sin.
I will be showcasing Allah’s given talents in your faces and not only win my match at Highway to Hell match but reclaim what was stolen from around my waist after the current champion cheated to retain as we all know I won that match. That is why Allah’s will Abdul bin Hussain will walk away with the shot for the OPW Immortal Championship belt or not at all.
I, Abdul bin Hussain have what some are describing as a chance to gain the OPW Immortal Championship belt, a chance? Really? I cannot believe people have the audacity to even give any of the other so-called competitors in the match a chance at winning. What is a travesty is that they actually believe their own hype.
Do you not believe in me? Did you not see what I did to the OPW Immortal Champion at the last pay per view? I beat her even though she tried everything that she could but eventually cheated to retain. Since concentrating on getting what is rightfully mine I have put people like the Enforcer and whichever of the Wolf brothers I faced in their place…..the gutter.
I am THE Premium wrestler in this promotion; I will show the world why you should not disrespect me. I suffer the racism that is slung at me but not for long. I will not hold back on people that disrespected or got in my business.
People like the Enforcer have had it easy; He thinks because he wears that hides behind that group of his that we do not see the fear in his eyes. He is in for the shock of his life when he is extinguished early on by the Butcher of Basra………easily.
I will show you, won’t I? After showing everybody in the match what it is like to be in the ring with a proper wrestler I will take that spot towards getting my shot at the OPW Immortal Championship belt and elevate it to when it was the top belt in this industry which incidentally was when I held other belts before.
I know that there is more than one prize in the match but if one does not aim for the pinnacle then one is not doing the right thing. I have Allah as my backup but to be honest Allah will not be needed as I have seen my opposition. And they will be left wanting.
It is well documented home I got these scars, and on Highway too Hell you will see what it is like for a woman to have scars. Have you seen her? She needs to wear a burqa.
Do they not want me to go to war? With people like the Enforcer behind me what can stop me? I am Abdul bin Hussain.
My rise to greatness was meticulously planned and even though I was set back with my unexpected hiatus I will soon seize complete control of my destiny out of the grasp of the so called powers that be that controlled OPW, with the pre-emptive strikes that I have planned will bring this nation to its very knees. I told them not to interfere with cultures that they do not understand. This is what happens when your ambitions outstrip your capabilities.
Do the people in the front office want me to just go away? I do not think so. I am 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 have gone this week I have seen things about your American icon Elvis Presley. Why would anyone want to be associated with a fat overweight white American who choked on a burger whilst sat on the latrine? Why would you want to be associated with that overweight loser? Why? American’s think that they have some un-Godly right to get in everyone’s business. Are you to claim the right as the one to take out Abdul Bin Hussain? People have tried but have failed.
I will not be a stepping stone for anyone in this match to climb back up the ladder of success. I will not! For there is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his messenger. And I am Mohammed's messenger to you.
New York, the city that carries on as if nothing had happened; it carries on as usual when the towers fell, and it’ll carry on no matter what happens, and no matter who wants to take it down.
The skyscrapers, the yellow cabs, the brownstones and apartment blocks are all so very distinctive, and they seem to go on forever. But nowhere is it easier to be alone in a crowd than in this city. It is a city of potential killers, with a million Patrick Batemans and Travis Bickles waiting to emerge.
This was an ethnically neighbourhood built predominantly as a residential neighbourhood, they had the greatest concentration of Muslims in New York, with a significant population of Hindus as well. The character of the neighbourhood varies wildly, peaceful and orderly on one street where pride and ownership held sway while hectic and violent just three blocks over where hastily assembled tenements bred crime. The Mosque once stood in the shadow of the Church next to it but as the neighbourhood’s immigrant population increased, so, too, did the congregation at the Mosque.
Today, the Mosque stands as one of the most populous religious centres in the neighbourhood, and its facilities now sprawl over much of the land the Mosque has spent the last 20 years purchasing.
This neighbourhood was once an affluent white neighbourhood, but as it continued to grow, affluent whites continued to put ever greater distances between themselves and this neighbourhood, which they perceived to be uncomfortably ethnic and inclined toward crime and especially since that fateful day.
The elegant structure had seen better days. What had once been shining, gilded minarets were now dimmed by a film of the cities pollution, while a smashed-in window, high up on one outer wall, is covered with a piece of clear plastic tarp. Another part of the wall, adjoining an alley, presents an illusion of comparative newness, having been scrubbed clean of hateful graffiti several weeks back.
A limousine pulled up in front of the Mosque and not waiting for the driver to open the door from out of the back passenger seat emerged the pro-wrestler Abdul bin Hussain. He tried to straighten the suit that he is wearing which seemed to have creased in the journey to this place of worship.
Abdul looked at it with disdain as he slowly turned towards his manager Rafiq who had got out of the other side of the passenger’s seat. “This city always brings back bad memories.”
“Abdul, after your epic win at the last Show the OPW needed to do something to get the ratings in,” Rafiq said. “And what could bring in more ratings in the United States of the mediocre than a man of Arabic descent facing someone of Anika Swan’s calibre in the city where you have history, BUT they failed. They put you in some sort of gimmick ridden match in an attempt to keep you away from Anika, cowards pure and simple.”
“After I humiliated that man last week I thought I would be given a serious opponent in the second pay per view of my OPW career,” Abdul said. “Who would that be? A couple of enhancement talent is right, yes? Why would I have to face these walking……well stumbling adverts for the American people? I may have faced the Enforcer before and this time it will have a same outcome as I am focused on the prize.”
“You did beat him Abdul,” Rafiq said. “But this time there are two other infidels in the match. This time we will let history repeat itself Abdul. I will not let the corruption within this organisation let alone this country stop your rise back to the pinnacle of this sport. You have beaten the best that they have thrown at you but are still disrespected. Look at what surrounds this place of worship.”
“It is quite disgusting,” Abdul stated. “This squalor 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. They could clear this place out so Muslims can pray in peace. But that is not what we are here about.”
“I know Abdul but with you being a former world champion you need to prove to the owners that with them backing you they have made the right decision putting you in this match for a chance to get back in it with Anika,” Rafiq said. “They are giving you a chance this week at a participant place so you need to show them that even though you hate their American guts that you are worthy to hold a prestigious title in an American company once again.”
“Oh?” Abdul said. “It is like that is it? You think that I have to sell-out to their commercialism to get where I need to go? What would I have to do to become their main champion once again? Convert to Christianity? Do you want me to do that Rafiq?”
“No…….” stuttered Rafiq. “No…..That is not what I was saying you need to do, Abdul; It just that if they are to put time into your career you need to show them that you have some kind of faith in what they are doing for your career.”
“I would never convert anyway,” Abdul said. “Why would I 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 looked shocked.
“Look at this,” Abdul said. “We have a place of worship and across the road from it is an Army Surplus store. If that was not blatant racism I do not know what is.”
Rafiq nodded as they approached the National Surplus. The building was an eye sore. “What do you think Abdul? Why would that be here if it was not for the American’s to arm themselves against Muslims?”
Abdul looked up at the building and even the shade could not hide the disdain. “This disgusts me. How can people think this is normal? How can they live with this? It is no wonder they get people shooting people of different diversity and race because it is way too easy to arm themselves. What does the Koran tell us about people of this country?”
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 around us. Look at those women over there, they are disgusting; Not only infidels and women also. They are beneath everything else even that disgusting Daniel Holiday. Why would I want to move permanently to this country? I would probably leave with some kind of disease.”
Abdul rubbed the scars on his face as it was causing him some distress in this weather. The weather in America was so much colder than his native Iraq but to get ahead in this industry he had to take a chance.
“I may have come into this company,” Abdul said. “And became the fastest rising star on their roster by having a shot at the OPW Immortal Champion but that is just logical is it not? I am Abdul bin Hussain. I am not one of those other pathetic infidels that the OPW employ. I am a very talented wrestler Rafiq. Am I not one of the greatest talents in the world? I am Abdul bin Hussain!”
“I know you are,” Rafiq said. “It is just with your schedule at the moment the travel might get too much for you.”
“My schedule is not that bad,” Abdul said. “But I am used to it. This week I show the world what a real wrestler is. Being in a match with some pathetic infidel who cannot be called an athlete is totally against my Persian principals but will not stop me bringing it to the loser; Even if I have to euthanize him for his infidel ways. Well it would stop him destroying catering so that would get a thank you.”
“I would use a dose of Pentobarbital or Sodium Thiopental on him. When you get passed him it does not get any easier. You have beaten most of the infidels in this company already Abdul so you 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 one of these men in a match in this promotion 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 man who hath been buried alive shall be asked for what crime he 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 Daniel Holiday thinks he can win this match let alone be in the ring with a great Persian like Abdul bin Hussain he would be living a delusional life. 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.
“This match is to get me into a shot against the champion right?” Abdul asked. “Does the Immortal Champion understand what will happen to them once I step over these three infidels? Do they know the destruction I will bring to whoever gets in my path? Do they know how much violence I will put upon them? I cannot believe they have not signed a waiver for what I, will do to the infidels that stand in my path.”
“That is quite true,” Rafiq said. “It’s as if they think that you can bring them some kind of prestige. Probably as much prestige as if Justin Bieber was urinating in the corner whilst drugged up to his eye balls back in the day. This country perplexes me Abdul. How can they support the likes of Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus and their ilk doing what they want without any kind of fallout? You see people like Taylor Swift, Jared Leto or even Ben Affleck a pathetic excuse for what human beings have turned into.”
“It is true,” Abdul said. “These supports of this self-proclaimed deity, of entertainment have 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. It is as if ID has come to OPW to garner support from the weak willed and humble minded infidels that not only this company employs but this country supports. They are pathetic.”
He looked directly into Rafiq’s eye. “I have faced one of these infidels before and he knows of defeat. He has tasted the bitter hand of defeat at the hands of Abdul bin Hussain; and did not last long in the squared circle. Others will have to take that bitter pill once again, as unlike the American Idol you do not get another chance of getting another win over the Butcher of Basra. Then you have the likes of ID to make a name for himself for taking out the Muslim that threatens America. Oh come on. He stands as much chance in this match if he did not hold all the cards ever my friend Rafiq.”
Rafiq nodded, “None of them will not have their friends or their little side show antics to protect them. I will not stand for it and openly come after any of them as they now have targets painted on their backs for their complete and utter bull excrement lives.”
“That is true,” Abdul said. “And I will prove to the world once and for all why I am the greatest pure wrestling talent in OPW. It is idiocy to believe otherwise. I am the greatest pure athlete in this industry of ours and will prove to the world why these infidels will not get past me trying to escape from this superstore. When I win I will prove that I am not only the biggest star in this industry BUT I will put down all of those infidel’s who blindly follow that Christian religion 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.”
فماذا يفعل عبد الحسين عندما لا يحترم كما هو في هذا الترويج للمصارعة؟ إنه بحاجة إلى الرد في صميم الأمر ، وسوف يسقط جوني ستايلز مثل الكفار الذي هو عليه.
Good things do not always come to those that wait for them. One must do more than sit on your posterior waiting for some kind of prosperity to smack you right between your eyes. It is not wrong to have some kind of hope for something better but what can you actively do to pursue this course of action without losing sight of the bigger picture.
With the death of the man that radicalised the whole of the Arab Nations this statement of truths is dedicated to his memory in my own words of wisdom mixed with the wise ranting’s of those that live in a deluded oblivion within the confines of their meat suit. Rants are not always eventful but when they come from the likes of Abdul bin Hussain and it is always eventful but if you were on the end of one of them it was what was right for the path of the Arab Nations.
With my second pay per view match coming up since I returned to the deluded decadence of the OPW I need to be truly motivated to make myself seem more than a second class citizen. Those people that have been thrown into my path must stand up and be counted for what they really believe themselves to be otherwise get out of my way back to the pinnacle of this industry.
One step closer to the OPW Immortal Championship belt around this waist of mine.
Live on pay per view this dream can……no scratch that. This dream WILL become true. I am more than a dream to those that stand side by side against someone like me. I am more than a mere nightmare that has those that hold the power quaking in this boots. Can they have someone from the Arab Nations representing their company?
It happened before.
Just ask those other companies.
With what has transpired in my homeland I do not and will not vouch for their actions as of late. Burning people alive? What is with that? Even an Iraqi person like myself knows that, that is post-productive. How can you get people to really fear you if your actions portray yourself as cowards?
No, those groups need to fire their press officers and recruit someone that knows what they are doing, not some radicalised masked man of the moment. They are no Abdul bin Hussain. I would not be wearing a mask for starters. Hiding your face is cowardly; just ask any of those dastardly luchadores from Mexico.
America is but the dream at the end of the rainbow in many people’s eyes; they say that it is place of milk and honey for those that believe that they can get a better life for themselves. Is this reality? Do people really think that a country that built itself off of the murder of its native people is the place that they should work all of their lives to get to?
With its unemployment endemic, pandemic and boredom that it’s universal with its youth this is a country of despair the tension within its borders run on a knifes edge which explains why the country rampantly tries to insert itself into anything that it deems a justification of its God given rights.
They believe that because they live within the borders of the land of the brave that they have the right to interfere with everything and anyone. Their arrogance is pathetic and they need to move on if they want to become a productive member of the human species.
Ask the people that were native to America what it was like when on that fateful day in 1492 when Columbus supposedly discovered this New World. How were they to know that he would be the bringer of death for them? Did their faith in these ancient Gods defend them from this invasion of immigrants through the centuries?
America has become a mongrel country built off of the back of the weak. Be it the Natives in the early days, the African’s stolen from their homes and put to work as slave, the Chinese immigrants who broke their backs building the railways to bolster the power base of the white majority. It is still going on to these days with how they treat their own citizens.
It is pathetic really, and do you want to know what the kicker is? The American’s actually believe that there is nothing wrong with what is going on. Can they truly be that naïve? Are they that deluded?
I believe that they are.
How can they not want someone like me as the Franchise of the company?
Highway to Hell will be an eye opener for them. Three other people will enter the squared circle with one thing on their mind. They want the same as I do but they will come off short.
There are several different types of men in this world of ours. There are men who dream and never make it off their couch. It is not their fault; it is how American’s usually act. There are men who dream and fail. And then there are men who dream and change the landscape of this world, people like me, Abdul bin Hussain. What about my opponents in the Stairway to heaven qualification match?
That is what this Arab wants to know. Are you not tired of feeling unwanted? Are you not tired of coming up short and being stepped upon? Well then today is your day because today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain decided he was going to change everything. Today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain changed your world. Today is the day that you get your excuse. Today is the day I let you all off the hook. Today, I want you to go and tell all the people that you know that they better heed my warning: take notice to Abdul bin Hussain; because today is the day that Abdul bin Hussain decided to really want the title around his waist.
This country has a major problem with gun crime so much so that the country is turning back to its old ways and returning into a Wild West setting. When you even have the audacity to bring it up with any of them they retort with some bull shit comment about it being the constitutional right to hold arms against others.
Bare arms? Why would you need to own an assault rifle or machine gun? Maybe that is why the gun crime is off of the scale in this mediocre cesspool of a country. Why would you want too if you were living in what was supposed to be one of the most civilised countries on the planet even if that was a lie perpetrated by those that hold the power.
America’s belief in this and other rights of theirs has been one of the reasons that every other country on the planet hates America. Its complete egotistical reasoning is pathetic. It believes that it is justified in what it does but the rest of the world cannot all be wrong.
Can they? Can America be that deluded that their vision of the world is shrouded in darkness when it comes to those that are outside of their borders? Maybe they will realise what is really happening once they take off their jade coloured glasses and see what is really happening.
It is people like the Enforcer, ID or the new comer Daniel Holiday who are probably the odds on to win this match if the company was to place bets but gambling is against the words of the book. The Enforcer was beaten mere weeks ago but he hasn’t got anything on a motivated Abdul bin Hussain. By the will of Allah, I will destroy him. Some even say that Daniel Holiday, the infidel that the guy that has recently joined the company has a chance in this match but he is but a stepping stone for Abdul bin Hussain.
Your America lives on borrowed time does it not? If it was not for countries like Iraq, Kuwait or Saudi Arabia would they really be bothered with the Middle East? I do not think so.
No.
They hide their true meaning behind their illegal war within the boundaries of my country. Iraq was just a means to an end. They did not want the oil that was under the sand within our borders that propels America’s automobiles being in the hands of who they declared in their eyes as being a dictator.
Dictator? Have they not seen their own leaders? They are more of a bunch of despots than any of those of the Arabian Nations. It is all about the almighty dollar at the end of the day. People like George W Bush or Barak Obama have lied to you every day but you are pathetic as you believe it all but not as much as the current one.
They sugar coated the events on that fateful day in New York and used it as an excuse to launch an illegal invasion of my homeland. Using the excuse of their being Weapons of Mass Destruction there as a way to justify themselves.
After some of my free-thinking Arabic brethren decided to take things into their own hands and crash the planes into the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon the American government tried to use it as an excuse to hijack the so-called war against terror for their own money grabbing schemes. They say it is their way of bringing the democratic system to these countries? How pathetic and downrightly moronic.
I was there, I should know what happened.
It has been said before but I will say it again for those that did not listen. You see this all started on a somewhat normal day in my hometown of Basra, Iraq. On the fifth of April 2003 is where it all changed for someone. As a young man of 17 with his young wife and baby boy were sat in their house eating dinner. It was a peaceful and lovely scene which was destroyed when two US bombers targeted the residential area of al-Tuwaisi of downtown Basra, reportedly attempting to kill Ali-Hassan al-Majid. Seventeen people died that day and fifty nine people were injured. Amongst the dead were his wife and child. And to make matter worse Ali-Hassan al-Majid was not even there.
How could they justify this? How could they live with themselves after something like this and many others of its ilk? But these days they do not even get themselves dirty with their boots on the floor anymore. These days it is all about sending in the drones. Drones? What’s next? Are they going to be sending in robots?
But I am not here to talk to you about how America wants to remodel the world in its own image but more of an epidemic that is spreading across not only the United States of Mediocre but the world as a whole; an epidemic more deadly than anything EVER seen on this planet, ever the Bubonic Plague.
It is not Ebola like many of you would probably think; or any of those Homo sexual diseases that are running rampant in the deviant community. It is such a deadly epidemic that it addicts a lot of its sufferers to reality television. They get stuck in their apartments shovelling down as much junk food as there chubby little paws can down their gullets.
Pawn Stars? Storage Wars? Kourtney and Khloe? What is your poison? Yes, the epidemic that is threatening to choke this planet is Obesity.
Obesity. Some claim that they are big boned; others claim that they are sexy. They all live in denial. Denial I say. Look at what happens around the world. Look at some of the African countries that entire populations are dying from starvation and throw your excuses at me. Band Aid would have been for nothing. Look at all you American’s shovelling everything down your gullets coated with extra bacon. How disgusting, and a sin.
I will be showcasing Allah’s given talents in your faces and not only win my match at Highway to Hell match but reclaim what was stolen from around my waist after the current champion cheated to retain as we all know I won that match. That is why Allah’s will Abdul bin Hussain will walk away with the shot for the OPW Immortal Championship belt or not at all.
I, Abdul bin Hussain have what some are describing as a chance to gain the OPW Immortal Championship belt, a chance? Really? I cannot believe people have the audacity to even give any of the other so-called competitors in the match a chance at winning. What is a travesty is that they actually believe their own hype.
Do you not believe in me? Did you not see what I did to the OPW Immortal Champion at the last pay per view? I beat her even though she tried everything that she could but eventually cheated to retain. Since concentrating on getting what is rightfully mine I have put people like the Enforcer and whichever of the Wolf brothers I faced in their place…..the gutter.
I am THE Premium wrestler in this promotion; I will show the world why you should not disrespect me. I suffer the racism that is slung at me but not for long. I will not hold back on people that disrespected or got in my business.
People like the Enforcer have had it easy; He thinks because he wears that hides behind that group of his that we do not see the fear in his eyes. He is in for the shock of his life when he is extinguished early on by the Butcher of Basra………easily.
I will show you, won’t I? After showing everybody in the match what it is like to be in the ring with a proper wrestler I will take that spot towards getting my shot at the OPW Immortal Championship belt and elevate it to when it was the top belt in this industry which incidentally was when I held other belts before.
I know that there is more than one prize in the match but if one does not aim for the pinnacle then one is not doing the right thing. I have Allah as my backup but to be honest Allah will not be needed as I have seen my opposition. And they will be left wanting.
It is well documented home I got these scars, and on Highway too Hell you will see what it is like for a woman to have scars. Have you seen her? She needs to wear a burqa.
Do they not want me to go to war? With people like the Enforcer behind me what can stop me? I am Abdul bin Hussain.
My rise to greatness was meticulously planned and even though I was set back with my unexpected hiatus I will soon seize complete control of my destiny out of the grasp of the so called powers that be that controlled OPW, with the pre-emptive strikes that I have planned will bring this nation to its very knees. I told them not to interfere with cultures that they do not understand. This is what happens when your ambitions outstrip your capabilities.
Do the people in the front office want me to just go away? I do not think so. I am 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 have gone this week I have seen things about your American icon Elvis Presley. Why would anyone want to be associated with a fat overweight white American who choked on a burger whilst sat on the latrine? Why would you want to be associated with that overweight loser? Why? American’s think that they have some un-Godly right to get in everyone’s business. Are you to claim the right as the one to take out Abdul Bin Hussain? People have tried but have failed.
I will not be a stepping stone for anyone in this match to climb back up the ladder of success. I will not! For there is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is his messenger. And I am Mohammed's messenger to you.
New York, the city that carries on as if nothing had happened; it carries on as usual when the towers fell, and it’ll carry on no matter what happens, and no matter who wants to take it down.
The skyscrapers, the yellow cabs, the brownstones and apartment blocks are all so very distinctive, and they seem to go on forever. But nowhere is it easier to be alone in a crowd than in this city. It is a city of potential killers, with a million Patrick Batemans and Travis Bickles waiting to emerge.
This was an ethnically neighbourhood built predominantly as a residential neighbourhood, they had the greatest concentration of Muslims in New York, with a significant population of Hindus as well. The character of the neighbourhood varies wildly, peaceful and orderly on one street where pride and ownership held sway while hectic and violent just three blocks over where hastily assembled tenements bred crime. The Mosque once stood in the shadow of the Church next to it but as the neighbourhood’s immigrant population increased, so, too, did the congregation at the Mosque.
Today, the Mosque stands as one of the most populous religious centres in the neighbourhood, and its facilities now sprawl over much of the land the Mosque has spent the last 20 years purchasing.
This neighbourhood was once an affluent white neighbourhood, but as it continued to grow, affluent whites continued to put ever greater distances between themselves and this neighbourhood, which they perceived to be uncomfortably ethnic and inclined toward crime and especially since that fateful day.
The elegant structure had seen better days. What had once been shining, gilded minarets were now dimmed by a film of the cities pollution, while a smashed-in window, high up on one outer wall, is covered with a piece of clear plastic tarp. Another part of the wall, adjoining an alley, presents an illusion of comparative newness, having been scrubbed clean of hateful graffiti several weeks back.
A limousine pulled up in front of the Mosque and not waiting for the driver to open the door from out of the back passenger seat emerged the pro-wrestler Abdul bin Hussain. He tried to straighten the suit that he is wearing which seemed to have creased in the journey to this place of worship.
Abdul looked at it with disdain as he slowly turned towards his manager Rafiq who had got out of the other side of the passenger’s seat. “This city always brings back bad memories.”
“Abdul, after your epic win at the last Show the OPW needed to do something to get the ratings in,” Rafiq said. “And what could bring in more ratings in the United States of the mediocre than a man of Arabic descent facing someone of Anika Swan’s calibre in the city where you have history, BUT they failed. They put you in some sort of gimmick ridden match in an attempt to keep you away from Anika, cowards pure and simple.”
“After I humiliated that man last week I thought I would be given a serious opponent in the second pay per view of my OPW career,” Abdul said. “Who would that be? A couple of enhancement talent is right, yes? Why would I have to face these walking……well stumbling adverts for the American people? I may have faced the Enforcer before and this time it will have a same outcome as I am focused on the prize.”
“You did beat him Abdul,” Rafiq said. “But this time there are two other infidels in the match. This time we will let history repeat itself Abdul. I will not let the corruption within this organisation let alone this country stop your rise back to the pinnacle of this sport. You have beaten the best that they have thrown at you but are still disrespected. Look at what surrounds this place of worship.”
“It is quite disgusting,” Abdul stated. “This squalor 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. They could clear this place out so Muslims can pray in peace. But that is not what we are here about.”
“I know Abdul but with you being a former world champion you need to prove to the owners that with them backing you they have made the right decision putting you in this match for a chance to get back in it with Anika,” Rafiq said. “They are giving you a chance this week at a participant place so you need to show them that even though you hate their American guts that you are worthy to hold a prestigious title in an American company once again.”
“Oh?” Abdul said. “It is like that is it? You think that I have to sell-out to their commercialism to get where I need to go? What would I have to do to become their main champion once again? Convert to Christianity? Do you want me to do that Rafiq?”
“No…….” stuttered Rafiq. “No…..That is not what I was saying you need to do, Abdul; It just that if they are to put time into your career you need to show them that you have some kind of faith in what they are doing for your career.”
“I would never convert anyway,” Abdul said. “Why would I 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 looked shocked.
“Look at this,” Abdul said. “We have a place of worship and across the road from it is an Army Surplus store. If that was not blatant racism I do not know what is.”
Rafiq nodded as they approached the National Surplus. The building was an eye sore. “What do you think Abdul? Why would that be here if it was not for the American’s to arm themselves against Muslims?”
Abdul looked up at the building and even the shade could not hide the disdain. “This disgusts me. How can people think this is normal? How can they live with this? It is no wonder they get people shooting people of different diversity and race because it is way too easy to arm themselves. What does the Koran tell us about people of this country?”
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 around us. Look at those women over there, they are disgusting; Not only infidels and women also. They are beneath everything else even that disgusting Daniel Holiday. Why would I want to move permanently to this country? I would probably leave with some kind of disease.”
Abdul rubbed the scars on his face as it was causing him some distress in this weather. The weather in America was so much colder than his native Iraq but to get ahead in this industry he had to take a chance.
“I may have come into this company,” Abdul said. “And became the fastest rising star on their roster by having a shot at the OPW Immortal Champion but that is just logical is it not? I am Abdul bin Hussain. I am not one of those other pathetic infidels that the OPW employ. I am a very talented wrestler Rafiq. Am I not one of the greatest talents in the world? I am Abdul bin Hussain!”
“I know you are,” Rafiq said. “It is just with your schedule at the moment the travel might get too much for you.”
“My schedule is not that bad,” Abdul said. “But I am used to it. This week I show the world what a real wrestler is. Being in a match with some pathetic infidel who cannot be called an athlete is totally against my Persian principals but will not stop me bringing it to the loser; Even if I have to euthanize him for his infidel ways. Well it would stop him destroying catering so that would get a thank you.”
“I would use a dose of Pentobarbital or Sodium Thiopental on him. When you get passed him it does not get any easier. You have beaten most of the infidels in this company already Abdul so you 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 one of these men in a match in this promotion 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 man who hath been buried alive shall be asked for what crime he 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 Daniel Holiday thinks he can win this match let alone be in the ring with a great Persian like Abdul bin Hussain he would be living a delusional life. 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.
“This match is to get me into a shot against the champion right?” Abdul asked. “Does the Immortal Champion understand what will happen to them once I step over these three infidels? Do they know the destruction I will bring to whoever gets in my path? Do they know how much violence I will put upon them? I cannot believe they have not signed a waiver for what I, will do to the infidels that stand in my path.”
“That is quite true,” Rafiq said. “It’s as if they think that you can bring them some kind of prestige. Probably as much prestige as if Justin Bieber was urinating in the corner whilst drugged up to his eye balls back in the day. This country perplexes me Abdul. How can they support the likes of Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus and their ilk doing what they want without any kind of fallout? You see people like Taylor Swift, Jared Leto or even Ben Affleck a pathetic excuse for what human beings have turned into.”
“It is true,” Abdul said. “These supports of this self-proclaimed deity, of entertainment have 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. It is as if ID has come to OPW to garner support from the weak willed and humble minded infidels that not only this company employs but this country supports. They are pathetic.”
He looked directly into Rafiq’s eye. “I have faced one of these infidels before and he knows of defeat. He has tasted the bitter hand of defeat at the hands of Abdul bin Hussain; and did not last long in the squared circle. Others will have to take that bitter pill once again, as unlike the American Idol you do not get another chance of getting another win over the Butcher of Basra. Then you have the likes of ID to make a name for himself for taking out the Muslim that threatens America. Oh come on. He stands as much chance in this match if he did not hold all the cards ever my friend Rafiq.”
Rafiq nodded, “None of them will not have their friends or their little side show antics to protect them. I will not stand for it and openly come after any of them as they now have targets painted on their backs for their complete and utter bull excrement lives.”
“That is true,” Abdul said. “And I will prove to the world once and for all why I am the greatest pure wrestling talent in OPW. It is idiocy to believe otherwise. I am the greatest pure athlete in this industry of ours and will prove to the world why these infidels will not get past me trying to escape from this superstore. When I win I will prove that I am not only the biggest star in this industry BUT I will put down all of those infidel’s who blindly follow that Christian religion 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.”
عندما أنظر إلى هذا البلد ، وسط حالة من الوباء التي اجتاحت الكوكب وأعمال الشغب بسبب ما حدث لرجل زنجي أفكر في ما حدث في بلدي. مسألة حياة العرب!