Wrestler Rules

Once upon a time, there was a scrawny wrestler named Tiny. One day, Tiny was loitering near the Istana when an enormous baton fell on Tiny's head. Because of that, Tiny was scarred forever profoundly. For some reason, no one investigated.

One afternoon, Tiny decided to take matters into his own hands. He followed the clues, and ended up at the guardhouse of the Istana.

Tiny peekabooed between the vertical metal beams of the gate. "Sergeant Tan See Liao, I found out that you're the one who bashed my head. I saw a citizen video. You cannot run away. Dee Siao liao."

The policeman broke away from his stiff posture. "Ooi. Are you a trouble maker? Istana not open today. Please go away."

Tiny smiled. "Wah lao, this Sergeant speaks in rhyme. Not bad. Not bad." The policeman, a product of the system, wasn't supposed to have any creativity but only the mindlessness of an overgrown baby--

his only inclination to suck on nipples.

"We cannot tolerate disrespect here. I can book you for disorderly conduct. What is your name?"

Tiny opened his mouth just enough to show the man the points of his canines. He turned over his hands and inspected his knuckles. They were calloused and rough with twisted knots of scars, but he didn't know why they were so, and he had no idea why he wore a shirt with the words Fujian Wrestling Club. He tore his eyes away from his fingers. "My name is Paratha Singh, used to be Roti John. Because of brain trauma, thanks to you, I lost my IC, and forgot my name. I had to choose a new one from the States Times…"

The officer twirled his moustache. "You mean the Straits Times?"

Tiny lost his patience. How stupid was this policeman? "I think it is the States Times Review. Cannot check now, even Facebook blocked it ma. The Woke Party gave me a printed copy."

Suddenly, the policeman's voice rose stern like a typhoon. "That's an illegal site. Already POFMAed. Who are you really and why are you here?"

"Cannot meh? Gaar-ment say cannot? Show me the statues...I mean statutes. Ha, you didn't expect that even I know the law, hoh. Mai siao, siao."

Sweating, the policeman waved his hand. "My patience is running out. You're distracting a public officer from his duties. Why can't you go somewhere else?"

Before his reply, Tiny gave him the tiniest grin. "Ask me go where? Can go to the official place, like Speaker's Corner? I wore pink but you arrested everyone there, what? More like Speaker's Goner."

Some voices could not be suppressed. The more you hum thumped this guy, the more determined he would be to rise up some day. You could beat him down, but not humiliate him.

Tiny turned and gazed upwards, his body prostrate. His hand shot up timber-like, saluting the flag of the tiny country he so loved. One day, one day, he swore. He would become a leader, leader of the oh pei see koson.