The Great King of Terror (RP #1)
Apr 15, 2022 12:31:36 GMT -5
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Post by The Sheik on Apr 15, 2022 12:31:36 GMT -5
A greying black man in a designer suit stalks back and forth before a wall draped in the Hardkore World banner, he steeples his hands before turns once more to resume pacing. Behind him stands a silent figure draped in a keffiyeh. The man watches the other without a word, though his eyes follow him as his hands clench and unclench at his sides. His body is covered in scars, from long jagged cuts to dozens of smaller wounds. He glares at the camera, baring his teeth. The man in the suit pauses, adjusting his silk tie.
MXG: I am Malcolm Xavier Graves, and you can call me MXG. And I have the honor, and the privilege of representing the most dangerous man on this or any other roster. And that man is the Great King of Terror, he is the Man from Rub' al Khali! He is the Sheik! And you see this company is? Is his new kingdom!
The Sheik lifts his head, nodding in agreement with Graves. His eyes wild as he lifts his hands, staring at them before his fingers twist into claws as he growls under his breath. Teeth flashing in an angry snarl, and Graves lifts a hand to draw off his sunglasses. He folds them, neatly tucking them inside the lapels of his jacket.
MXG: The Sheik has been raised in the fighting pits of the Empty Quarter, he has survived the most inhospitable place on earth. You see no soft men, no soft people like the folks sitting at home, or the typical XHF fan has endured the hardships that the Sheik calls an average day! Because this man is a fighter, he is a warrior, and he is here for one reason! To snap necks and cash checks, ladies and gentlemen. He is here to show the world that the Sheik is not your average man, he is not your average athlete, he is not some sports entertained out here pretending to be--
MXG frowns, and he looks to the Sheik who stares back before he shrugs.
MXG: Hardcore. Extreme. Whatever the nomenclature of the day is? Because the Sheik has lived these things, and so if Kilroy Evans who claims he is hardcore? Who claims he is some kind of legend? But actually looks like one of these clowns on Youtube doing swantons onto microwaves? If he thinks he has a chance against a man the likes of the Sheik? No, nuh uh, no, nope, no way. Because this is the pinnacle of extreme, this is the top of the mountain! And that mountain belongs to one man, that pinnacle is reserved for the Great King of Terror!
The Sheik's eyes flashed, and he folded his scarred arms over his scar covered chest as he lifted his bearded chin with another low growl. His eyes blazing as he shook back his keffiyeh. MXG smirked, and gestured towards him as he laughed.
MXG: Boy, you entering the lion's den. You walking into this thing, not even ready to see what the Sheik can and will do to you. He is going to rip you to pieces, he is going to cut you, and leave you bloody in that ring! I don't know how hard you think you are, but what you have seen in South Carolina? That has not prepared you for what the Sheik has seen and done in the pits of the worst places on earth! You have not had to fight and claw and bite for every scrap of food, you have not crawled through the merciless sun begging for water! You have never had to fight jackals for your next meal, or kill scorpions before your breakfast!
You're soft, Kilroy. You're soft, phony tough! And the Sheik? The Sheik is going to hurt you.
The Sheik clapped his hands together, hissing something in arabic as his angry eyes stared at the camera. Then he turned to stalk off, his keffiyeh swaying behind him as the motions exposed the thick scars on his broad back. MXG watched him go, then shrugged before he shoved a hand into the camera to follow him.
MXG: I am Malcolm Xavier Graves, and you can call me MXG. And I have the honor, and the privilege of representing the most dangerous man on this or any other roster. And that man is the Great King of Terror, he is the Man from Rub' al Khali! He is the Sheik! And you see this company is? Is his new kingdom!
The Sheik lifts his head, nodding in agreement with Graves. His eyes wild as he lifts his hands, staring at them before his fingers twist into claws as he growls under his breath. Teeth flashing in an angry snarl, and Graves lifts a hand to draw off his sunglasses. He folds them, neatly tucking them inside the lapels of his jacket.
MXG: The Sheik has been raised in the fighting pits of the Empty Quarter, he has survived the most inhospitable place on earth. You see no soft men, no soft people like the folks sitting at home, or the typical XHF fan has endured the hardships that the Sheik calls an average day! Because this man is a fighter, he is a warrior, and he is here for one reason! To snap necks and cash checks, ladies and gentlemen. He is here to show the world that the Sheik is not your average man, he is not your average athlete, he is not some sports entertained out here pretending to be--
MXG frowns, and he looks to the Sheik who stares back before he shrugs.
MXG: Hardcore. Extreme. Whatever the nomenclature of the day is? Because the Sheik has lived these things, and so if Kilroy Evans who claims he is hardcore? Who claims he is some kind of legend? But actually looks like one of these clowns on Youtube doing swantons onto microwaves? If he thinks he has a chance against a man the likes of the Sheik? No, nuh uh, no, nope, no way. Because this is the pinnacle of extreme, this is the top of the mountain! And that mountain belongs to one man, that pinnacle is reserved for the Great King of Terror!
The Sheik's eyes flashed, and he folded his scarred arms over his scar covered chest as he lifted his bearded chin with another low growl. His eyes blazing as he shook back his keffiyeh. MXG smirked, and gestured towards him as he laughed.
MXG: Boy, you entering the lion's den. You walking into this thing, not even ready to see what the Sheik can and will do to you. He is going to rip you to pieces, he is going to cut you, and leave you bloody in that ring! I don't know how hard you think you are, but what you have seen in South Carolina? That has not prepared you for what the Sheik has seen and done in the pits of the worst places on earth! You have not had to fight and claw and bite for every scrap of food, you have not crawled through the merciless sun begging for water! You have never had to fight jackals for your next meal, or kill scorpions before your breakfast!
You're soft, Kilroy. You're soft, phony tough! And the Sheik? The Sheik is going to hurt you.
The Sheik clapped his hands together, hissing something in arabic as his angry eyes stared at the camera. Then he turned to stalk off, his keffiyeh swaying behind him as the motions exposed the thick scars on his broad back. MXG watched him go, then shrugged before he shoved a hand into the camera to follow him.
