Shakir and Curt are in a run down motel not to far from the air port they come in sweaty , and worn looking from Havoc still in their wrestling gear. Shakir shuts the door behind them before locking it and barricading it with their luggage.

Curt Evers: Welcome to another roach motel that my beloved brother picked out for us…. Just when I was getting used to the average hotel I get reminded what it is to sleep in a cheap dump.

Shakir walks into the bathroom inspecting it then comes walking back out and says in a cool, tone.

Shakir: Sometimes we have to mix up our routines Curt to keep our enemies guessing.

Curt scoffs

Curt Evers: Who is going to bother trying to look us up? Do you seriously think Hans will leave his filthy uneducated American ##### for five seconds? Or Talon will go out of his way for a second and leave his hot sports cars, women, and sponsors hanging just to look us up? The only people that could and would find us is Lord Senester or any one of the people working for him, no one else has the resources or time of day… We haven’t made a big enough impact Shakir, people still don’t take us seriously! How will they when Senester has me laying down to give the likes of Hans a fuking win?!

Shakir: You know why you were told to give him the win friend…

Curt Evers: No…. No Shakir I don’t!

Shakir: The reason was because it was necessary to further the grand plan Allah has in store for the baron….

Curt’s anger grows as he screams out

Curt Evers: WHAT ABOUT ME! WHAT ABOUT FURTHERING MY CAREER!? HOW IS THAT FURTHERING MY DAMN CAREER! HOW IS THAT FURTHERING US!?

Shakir has a sick smile form as he speaks in a sneaky brooding voice

Shakir: You said you wanted to make an impact, you want people to take you seriously well you and I are doing just that…. Why focus on winning a match when we could focus on something far more worth while? Why just win a match when we could cripple and destroy another’s career, or life? Don’t you understand friend? Don’t you see the grand picture? Allah has never been about just a plain victory he has been about getting into the minds and hearts of his foes only to completely and utterly destroy them from within…. If we are going to achieve true victory over our enemies then we must take from them what is most important, we must know them better then they know themselves and we must show no prejudice on the infidels of the HWA. No matter their sex, color, or creed we must cleanse them all in the most brutal of ways.

Curt Evers: Look all I want to do is win, all of this bullsh1t you and Senester want to do as far as tormenting people and doing crazy sh1t that’s all fine and good but its beginning to get in the way of climbing the mountain of success. I came to HWA to make money so I can retire at a very early age.

Shakir cuts Curt off

Shakir: It would seem you have forgotten already friend by making the most money you follow Allah and his will…. In our case its not about winning or losing its being loyal followers of Allah. Win or lose Allah has us covered remember? As long as we do as he instructs us we are making that big money that you starve so much for.

Curt Evers: Maybe so but I don’t want to look like some chump.

Shakir: To late you already do just as me because we believe in what we believe in…. America has already labeled us every offensive name in the book. To America and their war mongering allies we are as good as dead, there would be many wrestling fans that would like to kill us themselves simply because they cannot and know not how to accept the truth. Is the reason you wish to win matches is to earn the respect of all those who wish to see you dead?

Curt Evers: No why would I give a damn about what any of those filth Americans think of me?

Shakir: Then what does it matter if Allah ask you to do one simple thing for him? I think the real root of the problem is the fact that you wish to show the infidels how bright you can truly shine but I say this to you friend, it matters not how bright you shine in the eyes of others but how bright you shine to yourself and more importantly to your lord thy god. Do not worship man, do not worship worldly things, worship Allah the one whos judgment truly matters.

Curt Evers: I told you Shakir I don’t care what they think of me! Don’t make me have to repeat myself again understand?

Curt’s anger is beginning to get the best of him.

Shakir smiles a sly smile

Shakir: You faultier once again friend, you let your emotions run wild in your heart and they get the better of you.

Shakir rubs his beard

Curt Evers: That’s because your really beginning to p1ss me off thinking you have some right to….

Shakir cuts Curt off once more with a sly tone to his voice but more so covered with a firm tone

Shakir: I have the right to say what I say because I love you as a brother and if I did not say these things to you then who might I ask would? I am trying to make you think, utilize your mind instead of your heart for once friend! Let your pride go and focus! You act more like an American then you know Curt, I fear that the Americans have tainted you and your people you just don’t realize it yet.

Shakir finds Curt standing nose to nose with him. Curt’s eyes are red with blood shot rage his body quivers with anger, Shakir smiles before letting out a little laugh.

Curt Evers: You better shut the fuk up while you still can! I know what your doing, your trying to mock me, I aint fuking stupid Shakir! Your trying to mask it acting like you really give a damn about me but deep down your having a field day at my expense! Your arrogant you know that? Your arrogance is your weakness just like the rest of you middle eastern fuks!

Shakir’s smile vanishes quickly and is replaced by a deadly gaze

Curt Evers: You want to start comparing me and my people to American’s? You want to try and degrade my country infront of me? Well let’s start about how p1ss poor you and your countrymen are! Your people don’t even know what running water or electricity is, and instead of having clinics you poor fuks rely on a god damned witch doctor to brew up some snake skin potion to drink to kill you quicker then the damned disease you polluted fuks carry in your bodies!

Shakir slaps the taste straight out of Curt’s mouth before he can get another word out, Curt looks at Shakir in disbelief and then is met by another jaw ringing slap. Curt charges straight at Shakir and spears him into a wall knocking a cheap picture off the wall the two are rolling across the floor trying to knock the others teeth out swinging fist wildly. Shakir breaks away and is on his feet but gets speared over the bed by Curt who has the Arabic warrior in a tight locked Arm Bar submission, Shakir is yelling out in pain and tapping out of instinct frantically after a few moments of having the hold on tight and nearly breaking Shakir’s arm Curt releases as his anger is beginning to subside. Curt sits up breathing hard his back turned to Shakir who is rolling around on the dirty floor rambling off in Arabic holding his arm.

Curt makes it to his feet and walks into the bathroom he turns the sink on and washes his face with cold water then looks into the mirror at himself unable to believe what just happened between him and Shakir. Curt turns the water off and grabs a towel drying his face when suddenly he feels a sharp burning pain on the back of his scalp he collapses to the bathroom floor with a shattered lamp strowed across the floor along with his blood, his vision is blurred as he looks up seeing Shakir standing over him who then begins taking the boots to him. Shakir reaches down grabbing Curt by the head and then throws him head first into the bathtub, Shakir rips the curtain rod down and climbs into the bathtub with Curt as he pulls out a sharp looking foreign object from his tights he dangles it infront of Curt’s face taunting him with it, giving Curt enough time to grab Shakir by the front of the tights and slamming him head first into the wall dazing the crazy Arabic, Curt kicks Shakir in the lower back making Shakir bounce his head off the wall once more before Curt then delivers a low blow to Shakir that sends the Arabic spilling out onto the bathroom floor.

Curt Evers: You fuked up now! You really fuked up now!

Curt runs his hand across the back of his head swipping at the open gash before climbing out of the bath tub he sees Shakir on his hands and knees and goes to kick Shakir in the ribs but Shakir grabs at Curt’s foot wrapping his body around Curt’s leg and using his legs to wrap around the Canadians leg into some modified take down where Shakir then locks on an ankle lock. Curt yells out in pain as he crawls for the toilet, Shakir pulls back as hard as he can applying the maximum pressure trying his hardest to snap that ankle, Curt reaches the toilet seat and rips it clean off the toilet spinning around and slinging it as hard as he can at Shakir busting the crazy Arabic in the face forcing the Arabic to release his deadly hold. The two lay there on the nasty bathroom floor Curt’s head is bleeding profusely as Shakir’s mouth is bleeding profusely from getting hit in the mouth with the toilet seat. After a few moments of agony Curt finally speaks up.

Curt Evers: That feels better, we should beat the hell out of one another more often…. Great way to relieve stress….

Shakir: That was very fun friend there for a moment when I snuck up behind you and nailed in the back of the head I thought for sure I had you where I wanted you, had you not got creative I would of killed you right there in the bath tub.

Curt Evers: Next time when I get you in a submission hold I will be sure to break your fuking bones Shakir, you dirty fuk you! Even though I want to break every bone in your body I still love you like a brother you know that?

Shakir: As I love you too friend… It is common for brothers to fight among one another and if we didn’t argue and fight we wouldn’t be true brothers. I hope you are focused and ready for Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Curt Evers: Of course I am what kind of a comment is that supposed to be?

Shakir: Just curious because you wasn’t ready for my sneak attack, I don’t want you coming unprepared friend. I thought you was in it to win it?

Curt Evers: I am in it to win it! But what about you? Are you ready for Blood, Sweat, and Tears? You didn’t seem ready for that arm bar I locked on you either I hope none of the infidels catch you by surprise in the ring with something like that because your as defenseless as a damned sheep.

Shakir: You wish friend.

Shakir chuckles

Curt Evers: Whats so funny?

Shakir: Just you friend..

Curt Evers: Yeah?

Shakir: Yes.

Curt Evers: We need to work on your mat skills more.

Shakir: True but just as we need to work on my mat skills we need to work on focusing that mind of yours and channeling those wild emotions.

Curt Evers: Tomorrow morning are usual training time then?

Shakir: Tomorrow morning it is, and maybe we can cause a little trouble while we are out as well.

Curt Evers: What do you have in mind?

Shakir: I don’t know yet but I will let you know after my body stops hurting.

Scene end