Our scene slowly awakens. We can see that we're somewhere in America, currently in the middle of any normal town. There are large houses all around us, lush green grass, the place really is the definition of beautiful. There aren't any cars moving along the road, this is obviously a quiet time in the day. Suddenly, in the distance, we see a figure walking towards us. It's hard to see who he is due to the heatwave, but as he comes closer to us, we can see that it's Khosrow Daivari. He's wearing a fine suit, and an arabic head dress. He stands in front of our camera, looking all around him. He looks like he's angry for some reason, there seems to be a scowl across his face. He slowly shakes his head, as he looks up to the camera now. 

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
Ever since September Eleventh Two Thousand One, my people have been branded terrorists by America.. Anyone who does not have white skin, will be branded as a terrorist. Do you notice how I stand here before you right now, and no one is around? They peak through their curtains, they see what I wear on my head, and the colour of my skin, and they judge.

Daivari shakes his head, then he points to the windows of the houses near him. We see a few curtains twitch, possibly people moving back.

 THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
We are ARAB AMERICAN, we are NOT terrorists. We are as American as you. Yet, we still hear your hate filled messages. All we ever hear is constant complaining, people wanting to rid the wrestling world of us already. Well, not this time. Oh no, THIS time.. WE MAKE THE RULES! We cannot be stopped, we already have set the wheels in motion, you people are just too BLIND to see it.

Strong words already from Daivari, it's clear that he's sick of being judged as something that he's clearly not. He's like you, he's American.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
Yesterday, the anniversary passed. September Eleventh. You know what they told me? They ADVISED me not to send this message, they asked me to leave this till the day had passed. We didn't mind, we're AMERICAN afterall. We showed our respect, and yet, we still get no respect from anyone. Every single wrestler in World Incorporated Wrestling ignored us, they look at us with a look of DISGUST. This isn't a problem for us, honestly, it's what we EXPECT from these people. I look at the company, and I see people who think that they're superstars. Men who THINK that they can do as they please, without their actions going unpunished. We're sick and tired of American people, you people don't deserve to have us in your country. We do more good for this country than most of you will EVER do in your life. We don't do this for you people, we do it for Allah.. Everything we do, it is for him. We owe everything we have in this life to him, and we will not let him down. We represent Arabs all over the world, who face the same situation in life as us.

We watch as he slowly walks to the side of the road, the camera follows his every move. He adjusts his head dress, and continues.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
When you take a look at the world of wrestling today, there are no Arab wrestlers. We're kept away from it, it's no secret. Racist people who own these companies, they keep us out. When we spoke to the management team at World Incorporated Wrestling Headquarters, they made it very clear they wanted us there. They know what we can do, they know that there is NO ONE better than The Prophet. They recognize actual talent, something which MANY other people don't seem to notice. I know that every wrestler fears us, they fear what they do not understand. What we managed to accomplish before in this business was NOTHING, compared to what we're going to do this time around. All I seem to hear is people talk about The Nexus, how they're going to take over to the company.

He chuckles to himself at the thought of this.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
Don't be so blind.

He continues.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
When we arrive, WE are the ones who are going to control everything. There may be strength in numbers, but that has never stopped us before. We have MORE than enough numbers, it's just that you people haven't met them yet. I have a challenge to issue from us to The Nexus, you want to be known as number one? You'll have to conquer us... The Jihad. We're not afraid of anyone, there isn't any number of people that can stop us in our quest. When we sit at the TOP of this company, everyone will have to bow at our feet. Every stupid American out there who wants to label us, will have to bow down, and WORSHIP us. Our target? To capture the WIW Championship. It's as simple as that. When we seek out something like this, we will stop at NOTHING to get it. I almost pity anyone who crosses our path, as it will not end up good for them. Still, we know that people will try. It is only normal that when someone tells you that you cannot win, it makes you more determined to try. We expect challenges from all angles, every single person in this company will want to beat the Arab wrestlers.

He nods his head.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
THIS IS THE TIME FOR CHANGE!

He suddenly raises his voice.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
World Incorporated Wrestling NEEDS us, they know this, and YOU know it. We don't care what the American's think, not anymore. You've just had a Champion walk out on you, that must tell you all something, no? No one in this company has what it takes to be at the top, there isn't a Champion amongst ANY of you. We have a Champion, he is ready to appear at Meltdown this week. He has no match, but that won't stop him from making his presence felt. There isn't anything that you INFIDEL'S can do about it, we are here, we ARE a reality.

He claspes his hands together.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
There is but ONE god...

The camera spins around.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
ALLAH!

We see a man on his knees, wearing the same head dress as Daivari. He's wearing a white suit, his head facing the floor.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
AND MUHAMMAD..

The man raises his head, and we see that it is Muhammad Hassan.

THE PREACHER [KHOSROW DAIVARI]:
IS HIS PROPHET!

Muhammad Hassan raises his arms in the air, staring up at the sky.

THE PROPHET [MUHAMMAD HASSAN]:
PRAISE..ALLAH!

Our scene slowly fades out with the shot of Muhammad Hassan on his knees, and Daivari standing directly behind him.