FS: Well well...if it isn't the infidel. Looks like you're in a bind huh.
Shakir's eyes narrow at the insult, he slowly raises up where he walks over to the car, the very sight of Styles sickens him, the typical arrogant racist American sits there in his car like he owns the world.
Shakir: I could hijack your car if I wanted to you know? How dare you insult me by calling me an infidel, it is you that is the infidel because you do not believe and love Allah with all your heart! But your ignorance is of no surprise to me, you think you can defeated the undefeated All Stars champion. It might be possible for you to had you had the intelligence to give yourself to Allah, but you think you do not need him therefore a miracle will not come to you when you face the greatest champion of the age and it will take a miracle for a talentless fool like you to beat someone like Michael James.
FS: (laughing out loud) Really now...this from a man who still can't change a tire. And your ignorance of the man you follow is astounding. You're burning it at both ends for Senester, yet right now he's making preparations to bring Dredge back into the fold. SHows how much he thinks of you. And yet you wanna protect James, who would soon spit on you as look at you? Yet I'm ignorant? Get the #### outta here...
Shakir kicks the front bumper of Styles car his anger beginning to reach its limit with this filthy American.
Shakir: Michael Dredge like everyone else is nothing more than a tool to be utilized by Allah to bring forth his will upon the world. As far as Michael James he is more of a real man than you could ever imagine, he's a respectable man who is much like myself in being misunderstood by the foolish and lame Americans. It might be that I am in a bind but it is you who is in the bigger bind and your attempt to slander me and my god is nothing more than your feeble attempt of trying to hide your concern from the destruction of your body that Michael James will do to you upon meeting him in the ring. You know as well as I do that you just like Bryan Deas, Fallen, Judas Mercury and all the rest you nor anyone else do not stand a chance against the new poster boy of HWA the undefeated Michael James. Tell me confident man are you going to be able to drive your fancy cars after the greatest champion of the age beats you and hangs you out to dry like the crucified criminal that you are?
Shakir begins to circle the car now laughing at the pitiful sight that is Styles.
Shakir: Who needs to protect the baddest man in the Hwa? He doesnt need protecting.... You completely misunderstand everything Styles. It is I who needs his protection and I am not afraid to admit it, I have many enemies and all I really need is one person like him that is strong enough to wipe them all out. He is much more capable than I on breaking bodies and destroying dreams, I have failed many times on destroying Fallen but rest assured it will only take one time for Michael James too do what I have failed so many times to do. The very moment Michael James steps foot into the ring Fallen will be a broken defeated man, I guess you could say I even admire and idolize such a man as Michael James. He has value and purpose unlike you.
FS: Sure...believe that if you want. It just shows that you are weak...that you aren't a man or man enough to handle your business. You look to Senester or MIchael James to protect you. Yet James is only so happy to make use of you because you professed you devotion to him, and Senester left you in Guantanamo Bay till he needed to use you up again, and then you will be cast aside for his next project...his next plaything. If you were smart, you'd face your enemies alone...show the real ALLAH that you were worthy of His praise...not a man...a great and powerful man, mind you, but still a man..who bleeds, hurts, and fells the same pain that you or I feel.
FS: And the baddest man in the HWA needed Fallen's interference and two belt shots to put me down. I had him down and out on my two fists alone before that jackass Fallen got involved. And if Shevington does what I asked her to do, James will be yet another flash in the pan champion...and I'll have two belts around my waist. And just so you know...this car don't make me or break me. Your insults don't faze me. Michael James nor Heckler & Koch disturb me. I'm Freddie Styles. Tag champion, and in a couple weeks, the new All-Star champion. You'll just be a playtoy to those you swear allegiance to. Nothing more. So good luck with that...
Shakir has heard all he will from this blasphemous infidel
Shakir: Face me like a man face to face, enough talk! Your deceitful words will not sway my loyalty from Allah! The lies you speak are insults! He is more than a man! He is everything! All powerful! I will show you what happens to those who speak vile words about him in my presence!
Freddie steps out of his car, and stands eye to eye with Shakir.
FS: Here I am...make your move.
Freddie and Shakir stare down for a moment, then Shakir steps back. Freddie turns to get back in his car, but senses that Shakir is close, and leans, as Shakir just misses his face with the bent up tire iron. Freddie quickly jabs then pushes Shakir to the ground, before hopping back in his car.
FS: I'll see you soon Shakir...good luck with that tire.
Freddie peels off from the parking lot, leaving Shakir once again cursing up a storm, finally Shakir makes a vow in english.
Shakir: I will get the last laugh infidel mark my words!
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