Post by The Sheik on Oct 7, 2022 17:24:44 GMT -5
The scene opens on Malcolm Xavier Graves standing in the shadow of what appears to be a castle. Pale light washes over the ancient weathered stone, and his shadow is cast across it. He adjusts his pale silk tie, and lifts his cane as he adjusts his shades.
Behind him facing the wall is a lean muscled man, the upper half of his back covered by the keffiyeh he wears. His flesh is covered with lines, scars, and welts as he kneels there. Seeming to stare at the stone, and MXG speaks.
MXG: Wrestle:UK! The land of the Giants they say, a place where the very best compete. Well, I don’t know about all that. I even heard one guy say it was the Kingdom of Death, and another guy said there were dragons.
MXG snorted, and then reached up to tear off his shades.
MXG: We aren’t scared of death, and i don’t believe in dragons. You see my client and I have stared down death, we have faced death a long time! And dragons? I don’t believe in dragons. But what I do believe in? Is the HKW West Coast Champion! What I do believe in is the most dangerous man in HKW! The most dangerous man on the XHF! And that is?
The Great King of Terror! That is the Sheik!
The cane pointed at the kneeling man, whose shoulders rolled and lifted with every breath as MXG shrugged.
MXG: Oh, land of the giants? The elite? The very best? Bullshit! The very best is the man behind me! The very best is the Sheik! So W:UK can scrape up whatever they want from the XHF! All the orcs, gods, and this or that of violence they want! And they can bring in the Dark Lord, or that Disney Guy!
MXG smirked.
MXG: All the high rollers, bastards, rookies, or Baronesses they want, man! Because the Sheik? The Sheik is going to walk through them! He is going to lay down the so called elite of W:UK, he is going to lay down the very best that the XHF can offer! And the Sheik doesn’t care if it is a two X crown Champion, another two time X Crown Champion, or the former Junior Heavyweight Champion! This man is a savage, he is a warrior! And this Is his fight!
You see the Sheik is going to batter anyone, and I do mean anyone who gets in his way! This man has decided he is on a crusade, and that crusade is punish the phony tough of the W:UK! It is his personal goal to break and batter the so called elite of the United Kingdom! And at the end of the day, it will be the Sheik! It will be the Great King of Terror who lifts W:UK gold at New Years’s Brawl!
MXG nods, and he adjusts his silk tie once more with a slow roll of his shoulders. And he leans on the cane with a glance over his shoulder. And then the Sheik rises to his feet with a hiss, he turns and stalks forward before tearing the keffiyehb off the lower half of his face. He snarls, and scars line his face as he lifts a hand to jab them at the camera.
The Sheik: Sa'udamir 'uwlayik aladhin yaqifun didiy fi maerakat biritania! sakhidh ma 'urid minhum! Sa'aqif muntasira! wabaed dhalik sa'antaqil 'iilaa shijar aleam aljadidi! wasakhidh laqab W: UK min hawula' alrijal aldueafa'i! hadhih al'ashya'u!
MXG nodded, and the Sheik glared at him before pointing once more.
MXG: The Sheik says this:
I will destroy those who stand against me in the Battle of Britain! I will take what I want from them! I shall stand victorious! And then I will go on to New Years Brawl! And I will take the W:UK title from these weak men! These nothings!
The Sheik leaned forward again, eyes narrowed as his hands lifted to twist into claws as he snarled and spat.
The Sheik: Kulu hadhih al'asma' aleazimati! Hadhih al'asatiru! hadhih alrumuz XHF! Hawula' alrijal min W:UK almamlakat almutahidati! sayaerifun 'anani malik al'iirhab aleazimi! Sa'atrukuhum mulatikhin bialdima' wayakhtaniqun bialhazimat 'amami!
MXG: The Sheik says he will break the great names, he will break the icons of the XHF, he will shatter the men of the W:UK! He is the Great King of Terror, and he will leave them all choking in defeat!
The Sheik stalked back and forth, and he hissed to himself as his muscled form twitched and bunched as MXG wisely stayed back a few feet. Then the Man from the Empty Quarter stormed off, and MXG tugged at his collar before he shrugged again.
MXG: I hope you all are ready, because the Sheik is going to make you all humble. He is going to take what he wants, and leave you all laying in that ring. You get that? This is the most dangerous man of a dangerous promotion, this is a champion amongst champions! Nothing, and I mean nothing you all is anything like the Sheik!
Get ready, and bring your pride! Because he is taking that too.
Malcolm smiled, and reached into his jacket before he put his shades back on.
Behind him facing the wall is a lean muscled man, the upper half of his back covered by the keffiyeh he wears. His flesh is covered with lines, scars, and welts as he kneels there. Seeming to stare at the stone, and MXG speaks.
MXG: Wrestle:UK! The land of the Giants they say, a place where the very best compete. Well, I don’t know about all that. I even heard one guy say it was the Kingdom of Death, and another guy said there were dragons.
MXG snorted, and then reached up to tear off his shades.
MXG: We aren’t scared of death, and i don’t believe in dragons. You see my client and I have stared down death, we have faced death a long time! And dragons? I don’t believe in dragons. But what I do believe in? Is the HKW West Coast Champion! What I do believe in is the most dangerous man in HKW! The most dangerous man on the XHF! And that is?
The Great King of Terror! That is the Sheik!
The cane pointed at the kneeling man, whose shoulders rolled and lifted with every breath as MXG shrugged.
MXG: Oh, land of the giants? The elite? The very best? Bullshit! The very best is the man behind me! The very best is the Sheik! So W:UK can scrape up whatever they want from the XHF! All the orcs, gods, and this or that of violence they want! And they can bring in the Dark Lord, or that Disney Guy!
MXG smirked.
MXG: All the high rollers, bastards, rookies, or Baronesses they want, man! Because the Sheik? The Sheik is going to walk through them! He is going to lay down the so called elite of W:UK, he is going to lay down the very best that the XHF can offer! And the Sheik doesn’t care if it is a two X crown Champion, another two time X Crown Champion, or the former Junior Heavyweight Champion! This man is a savage, he is a warrior! And this Is his fight!
You see the Sheik is going to batter anyone, and I do mean anyone who gets in his way! This man has decided he is on a crusade, and that crusade is punish the phony tough of the W:UK! It is his personal goal to break and batter the so called elite of the United Kingdom! And at the end of the day, it will be the Sheik! It will be the Great King of Terror who lifts W:UK gold at New Years’s Brawl!
MXG nods, and he adjusts his silk tie once more with a slow roll of his shoulders. And he leans on the cane with a glance over his shoulder. And then the Sheik rises to his feet with a hiss, he turns and stalks forward before tearing the keffiyehb off the lower half of his face. He snarls, and scars line his face as he lifts a hand to jab them at the camera.
The Sheik: Sa'udamir 'uwlayik aladhin yaqifun didiy fi maerakat biritania! sakhidh ma 'urid minhum! Sa'aqif muntasira! wabaed dhalik sa'antaqil 'iilaa shijar aleam aljadidi! wasakhidh laqab W: UK min hawula' alrijal aldueafa'i! hadhih al'ashya'u!
MXG nodded, and the Sheik glared at him before pointing once more.
MXG: The Sheik says this:
I will destroy those who stand against me in the Battle of Britain! I will take what I want from them! I shall stand victorious! And then I will go on to New Years Brawl! And I will take the W:UK title from these weak men! These nothings!
The Sheik leaned forward again, eyes narrowed as his hands lifted to twist into claws as he snarled and spat.
The Sheik: Kulu hadhih al'asma' aleazimati! Hadhih al'asatiru! hadhih alrumuz XHF! Hawula' alrijal min W:UK almamlakat almutahidati! sayaerifun 'anani malik al'iirhab aleazimi! Sa'atrukuhum mulatikhin bialdima' wayakhtaniqun bialhazimat 'amami!
MXG: The Sheik says he will break the great names, he will break the icons of the XHF, he will shatter the men of the W:UK! He is the Great King of Terror, and he will leave them all choking in defeat!
The Sheik stalked back and forth, and he hissed to himself as his muscled form twitched and bunched as MXG wisely stayed back a few feet. Then the Man from the Empty Quarter stormed off, and MXG tugged at his collar before he shrugged again.
MXG: I hope you all are ready, because the Sheik is going to make you all humble. He is going to take what he wants, and leave you all laying in that ring. You get that? This is the most dangerous man of a dangerous promotion, this is a champion amongst champions! Nothing, and I mean nothing you all is anything like the Sheik!
Get ready, and bring your pride! Because he is taking that too.
Malcolm smiled, and reached into his jacket before he put his shades back on.
