Post by Almir Sayed on Mar 10, 2020 21:49:31 GMT
We rejoin the ever dutiful companion of our hero, Haseem as he returns from a most treacherous journey to the local Starbucks to acquire a Venti Latte for his compatriot, The Chosen One, Almir Sayed. Haseem makes his way down the lavish hall way of Almir’s bay area mansion toward the in house gymnasium. Upon reaching the double ivory doors with golden handles, Haseem is buzzed in via an eye scanner.
Haseem comes an abrupt stop upon seeing what is supposed to be Almir’s personal training session for IWF’s annual Roulette. ”What in the name of-” Haseem stops himself from taking the Lord’s name in vain as he sees Almir joyfully sitting outside of the ring sipping on a crystal glass of filtered water as the local talents work their own personal Roulette.
”Ah! Haseem, you have returned with my latte!” Almir gets up from his lavish electric massage chair to walk over and retrieve his drink. ”I am most grateful.” Almir bows his head to a still draw-dropped Haseem.
”What-” Haseem stammers to find the words. ”What is going on here?” He finally manages to ask.
Almir raises a questioning brow. ”What do you mean?” Almir gestures to the ring. ”I am training for the Roulette, obviously.” Almir says with a short snort.
”But-” Haseem searches for the words carefully so as to not upset his companion. ”You’re not even in the ring?” He decides to just say it, clearly Almir isn’t taking this seriously.
”Haseem!” Almir scolds his friend. ”I am strategizing!” He says in a correcting tone. ”The IWF Roulette is more than cardio and luck! You need to have a plan if you wish to be the last man standing.” Almir nods his head with a confident grin.
”But-” Haseem is still baffled. ”You’re not in the ring?”
Almir laughs at the simple mindedness of his friend. ”Allow me to demonstrate the most foolproof plans you have ever seen.” Almir lets out a loud whistle dispatching all but two of the men in the ring who continue to wrestle. ”Observe.” Almir moves slowly around the ring, watching.
The two men lock up inside, one forcing the other into a corner. Almir skulks around the ring. One man finds himself overpowered by the other and forced over the top rope, tumbling to the floor below. With this, Almir comes roaring into the ring and catches the victorious man with a righteous clothesline sending him flying over the top rope as well and to the floor.
Haseem nods with a raised eyebrow. ”So-” He starts. ”Your plan is to hide outside of the ring until only one other man remains and then sneak attack him?” He asks gently.
”Ingenious-” Almir says with a proud grin. ”Correct?” He asks while looming over the top rope.
”Ahem-” Haseem clears his throat to buy himself a moment. ”Is that not illegal?” He asks with the utmost respect.
Almir laughs at the query. ”That is the best part, Haseem!” Almir says as he exits the ring. ”Check the posted rules, go ahead, I’ll wait.” Almir scoops up his latte from Haseem as he retakes his seat in the fabulous massage chair.
Meanwhile, Haseem pulls out his phone and traverses the internet to the official rules page for the IWF Roulette. After several moments of reading both his eyes go wide as he looks over to a grinning Almir.
”Completely legal.” Almir says as he throws both hands behind his head and leans back.
”I do not believe this!” Haseem says with excitement. ”What fool wrote these rules!?” Haseem questions.
Someone who doesn’t know the value of proofreading would be my assumption.” Almir says with a grin.
”This is remarkable!” Haseem is getting more excited now.
”That isn’t even the whole plan.” Almir stands again. ”First, I will grease the palm of whichever fat cat in charge of the ‘random’ drawing-” Almir counts on his right hand. ”Second, I will secure myself a position late in the Roulette but not last so as to not raise suspicion-” He raises a third finger. ”Third, bide my time on the outside, perhaps even take a short siesta under the ring until the time is right to strike like a venomous snake!” Almir proudly declares to a round of applause by Haseem.
”Simply marvelous!” Haseem says with a joyous smile. ”You truly are a modern day Rembrandt of the ring.”
Almir doesn’t disagree. ”I will paint my masterpiece at the Roulette, Haseem.” Almir looks to the ceiling, daydreaming about his destiny. ”When I am announced the winner and FUTURE IWF WORLD CHAMPION!!!”
Haseem praises his friend. ”Yes! Yes!” Haseem says. ”IWF will bare witness to your genius and your dominance!”
Almir pats his friend on the shoulder and retakes his seat in the massage chair. ”Now-” Almir whistles again and all the hired wrestlers re-enter the ring. ”We must continue my strenuous training.” Almir waves his hand giving everyone the signal for the match to begin again.
Haseem stands proudly by his friend and future Roulette winner.
Fin.
Haseem comes an abrupt stop upon seeing what is supposed to be Almir’s personal training session for IWF’s annual Roulette. ”What in the name of-” Haseem stops himself from taking the Lord’s name in vain as he sees Almir joyfully sitting outside of the ring sipping on a crystal glass of filtered water as the local talents work their own personal Roulette.
”Ah! Haseem, you have returned with my latte!” Almir gets up from his lavish electric massage chair to walk over and retrieve his drink. ”I am most grateful.” Almir bows his head to a still draw-dropped Haseem.
”What-” Haseem stammers to find the words. ”What is going on here?” He finally manages to ask.
Almir raises a questioning brow. ”What do you mean?” Almir gestures to the ring. ”I am training for the Roulette, obviously.” Almir says with a short snort.
”But-” Haseem searches for the words carefully so as to not upset his companion. ”You’re not even in the ring?” He decides to just say it, clearly Almir isn’t taking this seriously.
”Haseem!” Almir scolds his friend. ”I am strategizing!” He says in a correcting tone. ”The IWF Roulette is more than cardio and luck! You need to have a plan if you wish to be the last man standing.” Almir nods his head with a confident grin.
”But-” Haseem is still baffled. ”You’re not in the ring?”
Almir laughs at the simple mindedness of his friend. ”Allow me to demonstrate the most foolproof plans you have ever seen.” Almir lets out a loud whistle dispatching all but two of the men in the ring who continue to wrestle. ”Observe.” Almir moves slowly around the ring, watching.
The two men lock up inside, one forcing the other into a corner. Almir skulks around the ring. One man finds himself overpowered by the other and forced over the top rope, tumbling to the floor below. With this, Almir comes roaring into the ring and catches the victorious man with a righteous clothesline sending him flying over the top rope as well and to the floor.
Haseem nods with a raised eyebrow. ”So-” He starts. ”Your plan is to hide outside of the ring until only one other man remains and then sneak attack him?” He asks gently.
”Ingenious-” Almir says with a proud grin. ”Correct?” He asks while looming over the top rope.
”Ahem-” Haseem clears his throat to buy himself a moment. ”Is that not illegal?” He asks with the utmost respect.
Almir laughs at the query. ”That is the best part, Haseem!” Almir says as he exits the ring. ”Check the posted rules, go ahead, I’ll wait.” Almir scoops up his latte from Haseem as he retakes his seat in the fabulous massage chair.
Meanwhile, Haseem pulls out his phone and traverses the internet to the official rules page for the IWF Roulette. After several moments of reading both his eyes go wide as he looks over to a grinning Almir.
”Completely legal.” Almir says as he throws both hands behind his head and leans back.
”I do not believe this!” Haseem says with excitement. ”What fool wrote these rules!?” Haseem questions.
Someone who doesn’t know the value of proofreading would be my assumption.” Almir says with a grin.
”This is remarkable!” Haseem is getting more excited now.
”That isn’t even the whole plan.” Almir stands again. ”First, I will grease the palm of whichever fat cat in charge of the ‘random’ drawing-” Almir counts on his right hand. ”Second, I will secure myself a position late in the Roulette but not last so as to not raise suspicion-” He raises a third finger. ”Third, bide my time on the outside, perhaps even take a short siesta under the ring until the time is right to strike like a venomous snake!” Almir proudly declares to a round of applause by Haseem.
”Simply marvelous!” Haseem says with a joyous smile. ”You truly are a modern day Rembrandt of the ring.”
Almir doesn’t disagree. ”I will paint my masterpiece at the Roulette, Haseem.” Almir looks to the ceiling, daydreaming about his destiny. ”When I am announced the winner and FUTURE IWF WORLD CHAMPION!!!”
Haseem praises his friend. ”Yes! Yes!” Haseem says. ”IWF will bare witness to your genius and your dominance!”
Almir pats his friend on the shoulder and retakes his seat in the massage chair. ”Now-” Almir whistles again and all the hired wrestlers re-enter the ring. ”We must continue my strenuous training.” Almir waves his hand giving everyone the signal for the match to begin again.
Haseem stands proudly by his friend and future Roulette winner.
Fin.
Well howdy there pardner.