In the style of Juruth -
Cutler, fresh from a successful guest posing in Dubai, wanders into the local shawarma shop trailed by a gaggle of adoring schmoes where he orders 5 plates of their best mixed lamb and chicken shawarma, and sits to hold court with his fans.
Meanwhile, Hossein madden by a bad jerk at the Asian Weightlifting Championships, wanders into the same shawarma shop. He heads to the the counter and orders a couple of plates, ever since that Turk, Halil Mutlu laughed at his figure during the games in Athens, he's been trying to reduce.
The shop owner eyes him carefully, and announces "No shawarma, only falafel. You wait 20 minutes, they've ordered it all.", and points to Cutler's table.
Hossein sweaty from the hot sun, takes a seat on a bench across from Cutler, it groans under his ponderous bulk. Hossein sighed, and wished he was back in Tehran watching Baywatch repeats.
Hossein eyes Cutler. This smirking American with the chiseled abs and arrogant way, he notes the loving way the other men look at him. He finally has enough, and hollers -
"Hey you, little man who wears thong, why you've eaten all the shawarma? Allah would not approve."
Cutler looking up, chuckles - "You look like you can wait.", and wave him off.
Hossein hoists himself for the bench and challenges Cutler, Cutler stand to face him. The schmoes watch with lust in their eyes.
Hossein rushes the table like a bear, but Culter is ready. He's spent the last decade fighting off a horny Joe and Ben, and this fat Iranian is no Weider.
Hossein comes in too low, and Cutler hits him with a well executed judo chop, and then throws him into a body scissor....
The table overturns, and the schmoes scatter. Overwhelmed by the sight of nearly 800lbs of sweaty, oily, well muscled men wrestling violently on the floor.... They are overcame with delight. Their hands slowly reach under their robes....
