Revenge of the Sheik, Part Four
Apr 19, 2024 17:54:34 GMT -5
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Post by The Sheik on Apr 19, 2024 17:54:34 GMT -5
Thirteen
– Last night at approximately 2:25am local time, the city was rocked by an explosion as the Vorga Consortium Delivery/Logistics Business complex was leveled by a series of explosions. Police believe it was the work of unknown eco-terrorists, and an investigation is pending.
Fourteen
‘Jesus Christ, what are you doing, man!’ muttered Graves under his breath as he crumbled up the newspaper. He tossed it aside, and shook his head before he reached for his cane before he slid to his feet. He tugged at his jacket, fixing the button before he started down the hall.
Of course, a camera crew was waiting fro him as he stepped before the HKW banner hung on the wall. He absently produced his sunglasses, adjusting them as he paced back and forth. Then he waved the cane, and the cameras started rolling as he spoke up.
‘Once again the legends of the XHF, allegedly the most brilliant though in the case of Death Trap decrepit minds in wrestling have overlooked the Sheik! They have overlooked a man who for over a year has carried the HKW on his back! I am talking about a man who has been here every show, every week, and of course has been a threat to every champion in this company!
He has been a constant threat to anyone wearing gold in HKW, despite the disrespect, despite the insults, despite being taken for granted by the Valentines and their lackeys!
So why should the XHF rumble be any different!
Why would greats like Bloodied Fox, like Death Trap, like Dana the Drone, or even that fucking weirdo Cheez show any respect to a man who has granted relevancy to HKW! To a man who has time and time again made the West Koast Championship must see! When HKW hasn’t!
Well, I have news for the people at HKW HQ! When the Sheik, when the greatest pound for pound fighter in XHF walks out of the Rumble wearing the X-Crown?’
Graves paused, and he took off the shades to gesture with them.
‘The price is going up, my man. This is a bidding war now, and I expect to see zeroes! Zeroes and commas, you feel me?’
He placed his shades back on his face, and walked off with a shake of his head.
Fifteen
The Sheik frowned as he stared at the tall building across the hectic street as rain hit the crude tarp he had used to cover himself. His eyes narrowed, and he ground his teeth together as his fingers curled into fists as he watched it.
In the heart of Seattle it stood, mocking him.
Vorga Tower.
The man whose name he had killed for was inside of it, protected by layers of security, protected by the shield of business. And the Sheik was outside beneath a ragged tarp wearing clothing that did little to hide him as he sat among the homeless begging on the streets in the shadow of commerce.
He had gotten the man’s name from Donzig when they had escaped the burning wreckage of the Vorga Complex. And now his mind was focused on killing him, of having his vengeance! And he ground his teeth together as another person passing by flung a few coins and crumbled dollars into the battered metal bowl on the cement before him.
He reached out slowly, and tossed the money into the hat of the man beside him. The man blinked, and looked over before flinching away as he saw the burning angry eyes of the Sheik. He drew back, and the Sheik looked up at the building across the street watching the dark clouds reflected on the gleaming windows.
Soon.
He would have his answers, and his vengeance soon.
Sixteen
Graves walked out into the street, glaring at his phone as he shoved it back into his pocket. His client was still not returning calls. He tugged on his jacket, and headed down the street with his cane tucked under his arm.
And then he froze, looking over his shoulder as he saw two men in long black coats clearly following him. He thought for a minute, and quickly turned a corner to shoulder his way through the crowd. A few people glared at him angrily, and he waved them off before he started across the street. A quick look back, and he saw the men were still after him as they shoved aside the crowd.
They were after him it seemed.
And then he jerked to a halt as he saw more of the men before him, and one of them shoved his hand inside of his jacket. He was clearly armed, and jerked his head towards a gleaming long black car parked illegally nearby. Graves cursed, and looked around before he gave a shrug heading for the car.
The door was opened by one of his pursuers, and he slid into the backseat. Sitting across from him was a man in an immaculate dark suit with iron grey hair. The man smiled at him slightly, and his cold green eyes narrowed before his had lifted to tap his knuckles against the driver’s window that divided the car.
It started into traffic, and Graves looking back saw two gleaming black SUVs following him. He looked back at the man, shaking his head before he reached up to pull off his shades.
‘Listen, man, the bidding war hasn’t started yet.’
‘Mr. Graves. I am Alexei Sokolov, I am Senior Vice President of Acquesciences of Vorga Consortium. And your client, the Sheik as you call him? Is becoming a problem.’
Graves felt a wash of dread, and he tightened his grip on his cane as it laid across his legs. Sokolov frowned, and he leaned back as he steepled his fingers before him. He tapped them against his chin, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
‘I am going to level with you, Mr. Graves. I have been waiting for this a long time, one of more off the books group several years ago were discovered by certain tribesmen in the Empty Quarter while stealing antiquities.
I ordered that tribe killed, I ordered them slaughtered to protect our assets. And shortly thereafter they were murdered in the streets of a certain city that I am sure you know. We never found who did it, but there were rumors.’
Sokolov frowned.
‘And now the Sheik is after us once more, and I intend to end that threat.’
Sokolov pulled out a tablet, and he handed it to Graves. He flipped through the hazy images clearly taken from somewhere far off, and the air was thick with smoke and shadows. But he could almost make the heavily pixelated form of the Sheik. And there were three other barely visible figures with him hidden in the night and the heavy smoke. Barely able to be seen, but Graves thought they seemed familiar.
Sokolov scowled.
‘I have no idea who they are.’
‘I hope that is true, Mr. Graves. But for now? What you are? Is bait.’
Graves blinked.
‘The Sheik only has one friend in the world, one person he trusts, and that is you.’
‘Well, fuck me.’
Seventeen
The Sheik scowled as his phone buzzed, and he dug into his pocket before he opened the screen. It was a text message.
That was odd.
He didn’t like text messages, but his fingers slid over the screen.
The message was simple:
It was an address.
And below that:
‘We have Graves.’