Post by Nocturnal on Oct 17, 2018 14:13:36 GMT -5
Abdul bin Hussain exited the hotel in Dublin and waited for his limousine. Akeed ibn Umar al-Hayba, Abdul’s Somali associate was waiting for him outside the hotel. Abdul was dressed in a black designer suit made of the best Persian silk that money can buy. He looked towards the paparazzi who were taking their photograph because he was news worthy at the moment.
“Abdul,” Akeed rumbled nodding at his friend. “How were the personal appearances? Did you get as much racist remarks off of the infidels as usual?”
“Were they racist?” Abdul asked sarcastically. "They were actually really quiet. Because this week we have been made aware by the mainstream media that they will do anything to accuse the Arab Nations of some of the most heinous acts I have ever read. What have they accused my Saudi brothers of doing. Would they really go out of their way to bring disrespect to the Arab Nations with blatantly murdering someone in cold blood without a reason? The media knew full well that this was illegal and did it anyway by releasing inflammatory statements without any evidence. But no outrage, no cute Face Book profile picture filters, nothing. These part time patriots are pathetic. And for all those Christian types who do know the Bible says if you do not love your neighbour you do not love your God; Hypocritical infidels all of you. We will talk about that later when I have some time but for now I have work to do. And with what is going on with our associate, it will work itself out. Do you have the camera?”
Akeed nodded as he held it up, “I cannot believe these people, they think that they are all that but to be honest they are just pathetic. They will learn the hard way once Sharia Law is in place in their countries.”
Abdul nodded, “Hypocrites the lot of them but they will learn or suffer.”
“True, bit like these six infidels that I face at the XHF pay per view End of Days,” Akeed said, his Somali accent sounding out of place as it did not seem to come from this monster of a man. “Anyway, let us get it done.”
Abdul looked out at the road outside of the hotel as he motioned his associates forward. They waited outside the hotel, a monstrous decadence set within an area of slum. Inside, it was even more decadent with gold and silver wall hangings.
“How could this happen to us?” Abdul asked as he continues to walk. “We had to let our careers depend on the incompetence of someone that sits behind his desk at the head office of a television network like the XHF Network that does not know anything about pro wrestling and booked you against these six wrestlers that are actually enhancement talent compared to you Akeed.”
Abdul looked down the camera lens. The limo arrived and they entered.
“The only good thing about it is that they have the balls to place you in the main event as someone of your stature should be,” he said. “I cannot believe that Akeed ibn Umar al-Hayba has to entertain the mere fans of this promotion by taking it out on those enhancement talents instead of just doing the inevitable and just giving you the XHF Network X Crown Championship. They think they can entertain the fans with some kind of witty one liners and their glib talent within the squared circle but they are just degenerates who need to wake up from their drug enhanced comas. Anyway we will get back to this later”
The limousine bounced over a too-deep rain gutter as it headed towards the restaurant.
It was supposed to be a classy, overwhelmingly beautiful restaurant which seemed to be in some kind of converted red-brick townhouse, facing onto a bustling downtown street, right across from a luxury hotel.
Outside the front of the restaurant a limousine slowly pulled up. There was full valet parking provided but it did not need that. The valet ran up to the limousine and held open the limousine’s back door, and guests exited.
They were walked under a well-lit canopy to the wooden double doors. A maître d’ directed them towards the well-appointed bar; if they so desired but after Abdul gave them a look of utter disdain he motioned them directly to the table they had reserved.
The restaurant was decorated throughout in subdued, warm colours based around a burgundy palette, and the atmosphere was both sophisticated and relaxed. This was a place for the in crowd to dine, to host and to be seen. Candlelit booths were nestled in warm corners, each set comfortably apart from the rest. Vaulted ceilings carry and reflect the light, conveying flattering illumination to every place in the site.
The cuisine had a French Mediterranean focus, and the tantalizing scent of spice and baking bread was in the air. It was fully packed. The bar was surrounded by seated patrons enjoying a drink, the tables are all occupied and bartenders, waiters and hostesses are busily moving back and forth making sure every customer was content. This was one of the top French restaurants in Ireland.
A lot of them stopped and stared as Abdul and his monster of associate were led across to their table. Akeed sat down but the seat braced itself from the weight. He then accepted the menu from the maître d’ as Abdul looked about him at the looks they were getting.
Was it because Abdul was of Arabic descent? Maybe; or just because one side of his face had a huge scar upon? Very possible. More than likely it was due to their racist thoughts because some people had done some very bad things to some of them.
He sat down opposite Akeed and accepted the menu.
“Can I get you gentlemen some drinks before you order?” the maître d’ asked with some dodgy French accent.
“Do we look like infidels that drink alcohol?” Abdul asked. “Do you think that we should be drinking some of your Guinness? Just get us some water and we will motion for you when we want to order some food from your establishment.”
“I am sorry sir?” the maître d’ said.
“Water, now leave,” Akeed said before he turned towards Abdul. “So I cannot believe that they tried to screw us over already Abdul. Whoever those mooks they have got me saddled with in the ring is not even worthy enough to lace my boots; the audacity of them booking me with some of these Indie talent. Why book me with any of these infidels? Have you seen who they are? A self-proclaimed Hard-core Messiah? What is that all about? Is he even a proper wrestler? The gimmick that this guy has been saddled with is garbage, pure and simple. He has no class and is below even most of those infidels that we have to deal with at Riot Star Wrestling.”
Abdul smirked as he looked at his associate, “I may be the greatest Muslim wrestler that in the entire world but that won’t help you. I cannot believe that they are embarrassing you with a group of glorified jobbers in those six. What do they think you will do? Do they think that if a miracle happens that you will not show your face for months from the embarrassment? “
“That is correct,” Akeed said. “I will destroy all of those infidels in mere moments Abdul. When we shocked the world at Masquerade with my RSW debut we eclipsed the whole promotions pay per view. What had come before was nothing compared with what happened after Dylan Erickson won the RSW World Heavyweight Championship belt which incidentally was short lived. Have you seen the racists sat on their sofas at home writing their internet reviews of my matches? Have they already erased you from the history books Abdul? UTA Heavyweight Champion, double champion in nGw? They will regret their ways. I will make them sit up and take stock when I return with the X Crown Championship.”
“Do we want them sitting up on their couches?” Abdul asked. “Do not think so. Nothing changes in the pro wrestling’s racism. Do they not see what is happening around the world? Do they live in their own little bubble?”
Akeed nodded. “Seems so. Also with the RSW AnarChristmas pay per view just around the corner I will show them what a true wrestler is. I am not here to entertain them; I am here to destroy the infidels starting with those at XHF End of Days.”
“True,” Abdul mused. “You will do better than I. I have let the past mistakes with Madman and Jackson in UTA to hold me back to this day. I have had some of the most amazing matches that any promotion has ever seen and it is those two that I will always be remembered for as they screwed me out of my UTA Championship belt.”
“Maybe you should use that as your motivation to reclaim what they took?” Akeed asked. “I can picture their faces when you shock the world…….”
“Shock the world?” Abdul said interrupting Akeed. “Shock the world? It is ours to take Akeed. When we disrupted the crowning of their new RSW World Heavyweight Champion it did more than shock the world. The debt that the world owes me for stealing my life is unpayable Akeed. Once I decided for us to come back to professional wrestling we will not waste it. We will show the world what places like Riot Star Wrestling is really like. Can you imagine that Akeed? Can you picture it? People like Shane Mitchell or even that Rob Riot would have kittens.”
A waitress brought a tray of drinks to the table. She smiled awkwardly at Abdul slightly as she put it down.
Abdul nodded and turned back to Akeed.
“The XHF Network seems to thrive on chaos,” Abdul stated. “And we will be the ones that will bring it to their network. They will not stop talking about anyone else except for that match where you Akeed and the Arab Nations will invade their nice world. Do you understand the significance of this Akeed?”
“I do Abdul,” Akeed said. “Probably more than most. I know how you got screwed when you were top of the pile. They screwed you and threw you a bone by bringing you back to prime time wrestling as some kind of gesture of hope for you. It has not passed me that they brought you back this time just after trouble happened once again in the Middle East. I hope they appreciate what you bring.”
“Hope?” Abdul asked abruptly. “Every man in this XHF Network X Crown match who has rotted away, wasting their potential whilst waiting for some pointless match to playout will look up at us and know that the threat is real. They will sit like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst as you destroy people left and right before you stand in the centre of their ring with your prize. There will be true despair in their eyes as you grasp them by their throats and squeeze.”
Akeed nodded as Abdul continued.
“Things definitely need to change Akeed,” Abdul said. “We cannot keep this hatred up. It eats away at us from within like a cancer. It bubbles up in our veins like a black tar, writhing through our hearts with a bitter sweetness. We need to change not for those people that tune into every show that we appear on like brainless puppets but for myself.”
Abdul looked directly at Akeed.
“I have hidden behind the stereotype of what they believed Abdul bin Hussain was because that was what I thought was what was needed to get me noticed,” Abdul said. “Dressing up in the garb of one of those people and holding up that flag of hate was not what I should do. Why did I go against my principles just to get the reaction that I yearned for?”
“Because they think all Muslims are terrorists?” Akeed said. “They are blatant racist infidels.”
“The reaction is very visceral Akeed,” Abdul said. “They hate us more than anyone else in that locker room, maybe in the wrestling industry but that is part of the business. But suddenly I realised that something was not quite right. I could not sustain longevity just by coming out week after week preaching hatred about the people of this world because of their bigotry.”
Akeed looked at his mentor intently.
“This hatred stems back thousands of years and until someone stands up to be counted will continue until the total annihilation of the human species,” Abdul said. “With preacher’s sprouting hatred on both sides nothing will change. Someone needs to stand up and change. We should move away from this hatred and just bother about what brings us to the ring. The skills that we bring that is, but they keep lowering the bar.”
Abdul stretched his neck out as it still hurt from his past matches in nGw and UTA.
“I could live in the past by stating about all the things that I have done in the UTA since my debut their but that would be just bringing more hatred from those that sit at home, on their pizza stained couches filled with jealousy and blatant arrogance that they know what is best for the wrestling business,” Abdul said. “They look at us and do not see past the colour of our skin. They look at us Akeed and just see what happened in New York back in the day but that was not either of us.”
A smile appeared on Abdul’s face but only for a few seconds before it disappeared.
“XHF End of Days is the perfect example of this. It will probably be sold on the publicity of the pay per view as their token representative of the Arab Nations; sold as being the evil terrorist that will cheat his way to the top,” Abdul said. “All of the wrestlers will be trying hard to become the best wrestler on the planet but they will only be talking about one man. And that will be you Akeed. If it is arrogant to think that you will not be crowned the MVP of the promotion and then become the greatest wrestling icon of all time.”
“If it was up to me I would call out those that sit in the locker room after I have destroyed the other six and drag all of them to the ring and put the X Crown on the line there and then,” Akeed said. “But I know those racists in the office believe I have to earn my spot here, I don’t want to be known simply as their token Muslim but great like you were.”
“When I claim to be the greatest professional wrestling in the world it is not just an arrogant boast of the grandeur that I believe but a cold, hard fact of life,” Abdul said. “People need to learn that not everything I say is propaganda baked up to get a reaction out of them. Positive or negative whatever the reaction is what this business is all about and when we turn up with the rest of the Arab Nation at Croke Park for this pay per view people will see us in a different light. Gone will be their mental image of us dressed in the garb of a terrorist and they will just see a professional wrestler that will take the X Crown on his shoulders and elevate it to the next level.”
“With the former End of Day’s winner Jackson Steele and current champion Jack Diamond in the match will that make any difference?” Akeed said. “I don’t believe so but you cannot underestimate those infidels.”
“Jackson Steele?” Abdul mocked as the corner of his mouth lifted in a contemptuous smile. “What has he done since he won that two years ago? Then not only him you have some stereotype Asian wrestler who thinks he is a throwback to Mortal Kombat? Raiden? What? Is he for real? And then the other two are so beneath contempt that I won’t even think about them.”
“So true……..” Akeed started. “We do need to make a statement to the world. The six of them will get what’s coming to them much like that asshole Trump will.”
Abdul furrowed his brow as he took this all in.
“We will have to talk over strategies at a later date Akeed,” Abdul said. “All of your opponents must first be put in early graves before you get to talk about a strategy for the next RSW pay per view. What people need to know that you are the best pound for pound wrestler in wrestling’s varied locker room. You will steal this show Akeed and then they will believe that you are more than just a wrestler from Somali representing me. The locker room are like cockroaches, we will hunt them down. They can be found everywhere, hidden in the cracks, coming out of their locker room. Those infidels must be destroyed.”
“It is hurtful how they look at us just because of the colour of our skin and what our people have perpetrated,” Akeed said. “It is just blatant racism, pure and simple. They will pay for what they have done to our people. This is more than oil, this is just personal now. What do you need to bring to the ring? Scimitars?”
“We will not be saddled with this terrorist gimmick that they have saddled us with,” Abdul said. “We are more than what they think we are. I am Abdul bin Hussain, and I hate them all for what they are doing to us. Not only will the locker room feel our wrath but also any of the fans in the arena that gets in our way. They will all be shocked at what we are willing to do to prove a point Akeed.”
A waitress was waiting off to the side. She looked like she was trying to get their attention without making it to blatantly obvious. Abdul ignored her and took a swig of the water. He gave a look of utter contempt before putting the glass back down. “Even the water in this country is disgusting, full of all sorts of chemicals. These Irish will put anything into their bodies but I digress. With their racial stereotyping we will use it as a weapon against them.”
“What?” Akeed asked. “What have you got in mind?”
“Akeed, there will be carnage; and no conisation at all in it. They have awakened a sleeping djinn in you, and filled you with a terrible resolve,” Abdul smirked as he caressed the scars on his face. “You will let them know shortly as you believe that they need to be taken in hand and taught some respect. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“We are both different Abdul,” Akeed smirked. “When you discovered me as a wrestler and brought me here from Mogadishu, the loud mouthed, arrogant hater of those Americans and that have poisoned this world. I see now that your training made me the alpha male here in the RSW and you do not care who they put in front of me as I will steal the show.”
“Show Stealing?” Abdul laughed. “Familiar sounding but you will own it. The powers that be will be cursing your name when once again we control our own destinies and destroy the company from within. Now where is that lazy waitress? I want a sandwich.”
