Post by The Sheik on Jan 16, 2023 19:45:43 GMT -5
Warren Webber the Third, who always got the worst jobs was waiting in the parking lot of the P&N Live as the HKW roster was leaving. Security surrounded them, and then Webber shoved himself forward as he lifted his mic. He called out, and most of the HKW boys ignored him. But then Malcolm Xavier Graves froze, and he shoved aside the security men as he adjusted his coat. The security drew back further as the Sheik pushed through them, his eyes wild as he stood beside MXG. His eyes narrowed on Webber, the Tuxedo Stooge swallowed then spoke.
WW3: Mister Graves, I have some questions!
MXG: Questions? Oh, you have questions? Listen, Hardkore World was here to send a message. Marty? Crane? They are being done dirty by the WUK, they are being made a mockery of by the WUK roster, and their management! Well, man, let me tell you what! We aren't having it, we aren't having it! And then WUK thinks they can come to LA like they own the place? No, fuck that. LA is our turf, Los Angeles belongs to HKW! So Eddie Havok? And the Bastards? And Spike Kane? And those boys from Kyoto who aren't good enough for JROK? They can all line up and take this beating!
A few of the boys cheered and that, MXG took off his shades as he frowned at the camera.
MXG: You think we are scared of you people? We just walked into your house and did what we wanted! And you were all too busy at each other's throats to stop us! So yeah, watch your neck, boys.
WW3: My understanding is that Mister Blood and Mister Valentine are working on some sort of joint card for LA!
MXG: Oh, yeah? Their funeral, man.
The Sheik shoved forward, pushing MXG aside as he jabbed a finger at Webber. His eyes were wild, and teeth bared as he lifted his taped hands like claws.
The Sheik: WUK daeifun! 'iinaha naeimatun! Hum la shay' lirijal mithlana! HKW lays daeifa! Hunak wahid minkum yadaei 'anah 'iilah! Hu almawtu! Alshaykh la yakhaf almawta!
Webber looked at the Sheik, nervously licking his lips before the MXG lifted a hand.
MXG: WUK is weak! They are soft! They are nothing to men like us! HKW is not weak! There is one of you who claims he is a god! He is death! The Sheik does not fear death!
The Sheik: Sawf 'uksir hadha al'iilah alzaayifi! s'uzhr la XHF madaa quat alshaykh bitahtim hadha alrajulu! sa'ajealuh mutawadiean , wasa'aksiruhu! 'Iinah la shay' qabli!
MXG: The Sheik says this: I will break this false god! I will show the XHF how strong the Sheik is by breaking this man! I will make him humble, I will break him! He is as nothing before me!
Webber looked around nervously, and he lifted a hand to tug at his tie. Then he stepped closer, and arched a brow.
WW3: Does he mean Donzig?
MXG: How many gods to do you all have around here?
WW3: Well, at least two, they can't seem to agree on --
MXG: Listen if either one of your little gods of Xtreme want a piece of my client? I don't care. But the Sheik wants that piece of shit in Los Angeles, the Sheik is going to tear the heart out of WUK by beating down the so-called Death in High Places! The guy thinks he is all hard? My client is not impressed, he took the best shot that Donzig had? And he is still standing?
Marty Donovan stared, and then he shook his head before he came through the security. He grabbed at MXG's arm, and leaned close. The Sheik glared at the HKW champion, eyes narrowed before he sniffed angrily. A slight shake of his head at the Tinkerbell shirt, and he folded his arms over his scarred chest as MXG lifted a hand to calm him.
Graves nodded, and Marty moved back to the rest of the crew.
MXG: Disney's Marty Donovan backs our plan, the HKW Champion doesn't even know why Donzig hates him! He suspects maybe he doesn't like Disney movies, or worse? Is some kind of Trekkie!
WW3: Uh, it could just be the shirt.
MXG: What, man?
Webber pointed at Tinkerbell, and all three men stared at it. Webber shrugged.
WW3: Donzig doesn't trust fairies.
MXG: My man are you serious? Like who thinks fairies are real?
Marty raised a hand, and the Sheik arched a brow as he stared at Graves. Webber shrugged, nervous before he looked around.
WW3: Majesty was very real.
MXG: Majesty? What is this a history lesson? My client is going to show the entire XHF that Donzig ain't shit. That the Sheik is the only thing they should be afraid of! Not Gods of Xtreme, not guys in scary masks. certainly not weird fairies! The Sheik!
The Sheik: Dunzigh! Hal tuhibu alnaari? Hal tuhibu al'aslak alshaayikata? Sa'uhtimuk bialdam walnaari! arid mubaraat almawt! Ainfijar mubaraat almawt bial'aslak alshaayikati!
Graves made a face, frowning as he looked at the Sheik with a shake of his head. He glanced at Marty, then Webber before the Sheik growled before he jabbed a finger at the camera.
MXG: My client, the Sheik says this: Donzig! You like fire? You like barbed wire? I will break you in blood and fire! I want a death match! An exploding barbed wire death match! And I don't think you have the balls to say yes to that do you?
Webber stared, and he lifted the mic.
WW3: Um, have you guys met him?
The Sheik spat, and he grit his teeth as he glared at Webber. Then Graves snapped his fingers at Webber, and he leaned closer before he spoke.
MXG: Hey, Watts. If you and your old man are listening? You sit around and you talk alot of game about defending that shiny new belt of yours on TV? Whenever you're on TV? Well, kid, we are on TV. But I don't think you have the stones either, Champ.
WW3: Mister Graves, I have some questions!
MXG: Questions? Oh, you have questions? Listen, Hardkore World was here to send a message. Marty? Crane? They are being done dirty by the WUK, they are being made a mockery of by the WUK roster, and their management! Well, man, let me tell you what! We aren't having it, we aren't having it! And then WUK thinks they can come to LA like they own the place? No, fuck that. LA is our turf, Los Angeles belongs to HKW! So Eddie Havok? And the Bastards? And Spike Kane? And those boys from Kyoto who aren't good enough for JROK? They can all line up and take this beating!
A few of the boys cheered and that, MXG took off his shades as he frowned at the camera.
MXG: You think we are scared of you people? We just walked into your house and did what we wanted! And you were all too busy at each other's throats to stop us! So yeah, watch your neck, boys.
WW3: My understanding is that Mister Blood and Mister Valentine are working on some sort of joint card for LA!
MXG: Oh, yeah? Their funeral, man.
The Sheik shoved forward, pushing MXG aside as he jabbed a finger at Webber. His eyes were wild, and teeth bared as he lifted his taped hands like claws.
The Sheik: WUK daeifun! 'iinaha naeimatun! Hum la shay' lirijal mithlana! HKW lays daeifa! Hunak wahid minkum yadaei 'anah 'iilah! Hu almawtu! Alshaykh la yakhaf almawta!
Webber looked at the Sheik, nervously licking his lips before the MXG lifted a hand.
MXG: WUK is weak! They are soft! They are nothing to men like us! HKW is not weak! There is one of you who claims he is a god! He is death! The Sheik does not fear death!
The Sheik: Sawf 'uksir hadha al'iilah alzaayifi! s'uzhr la XHF madaa quat alshaykh bitahtim hadha alrajulu! sa'ajealuh mutawadiean , wasa'aksiruhu! 'Iinah la shay' qabli!
MXG: The Sheik says this: I will break this false god! I will show the XHF how strong the Sheik is by breaking this man! I will make him humble, I will break him! He is as nothing before me!
Webber looked around nervously, and he lifted a hand to tug at his tie. Then he stepped closer, and arched a brow.
WW3: Does he mean Donzig?
MXG: How many gods to do you all have around here?
WW3: Well, at least two, they can't seem to agree on --
MXG: Listen if either one of your little gods of Xtreme want a piece of my client? I don't care. But the Sheik wants that piece of shit in Los Angeles, the Sheik is going to tear the heart out of WUK by beating down the so-called Death in High Places! The guy thinks he is all hard? My client is not impressed, he took the best shot that Donzig had? And he is still standing?
Marty Donovan stared, and then he shook his head before he came through the security. He grabbed at MXG's arm, and leaned close. The Sheik glared at the HKW champion, eyes narrowed before he sniffed angrily. A slight shake of his head at the Tinkerbell shirt, and he folded his arms over his scarred chest as MXG lifted a hand to calm him.
Graves nodded, and Marty moved back to the rest of the crew.
MXG: Disney's Marty Donovan backs our plan, the HKW Champion doesn't even know why Donzig hates him! He suspects maybe he doesn't like Disney movies, or worse? Is some kind of Trekkie!
WW3: Uh, it could just be the shirt.
MXG: What, man?
Webber pointed at Tinkerbell, and all three men stared at it. Webber shrugged.
WW3: Donzig doesn't trust fairies.
MXG: My man are you serious? Like who thinks fairies are real?
Marty raised a hand, and the Sheik arched a brow as he stared at Graves. Webber shrugged, nervous before he looked around.
WW3: Majesty was very real.
MXG: Majesty? What is this a history lesson? My client is going to show the entire XHF that Donzig ain't shit. That the Sheik is the only thing they should be afraid of! Not Gods of Xtreme, not guys in scary masks. certainly not weird fairies! The Sheik!
The Sheik: Dunzigh! Hal tuhibu alnaari? Hal tuhibu al'aslak alshaayikata? Sa'uhtimuk bialdam walnaari! arid mubaraat almawt! Ainfijar mubaraat almawt bial'aslak alshaayikati!
Graves made a face, frowning as he looked at the Sheik with a shake of his head. He glanced at Marty, then Webber before the Sheik growled before he jabbed a finger at the camera.
MXG: My client, the Sheik says this: Donzig! You like fire? You like barbed wire? I will break you in blood and fire! I want a death match! An exploding barbed wire death match! And I don't think you have the balls to say yes to that do you?
Webber stared, and he lifted the mic.
WW3: Um, have you guys met him?
The Sheik spat, and he grit his teeth as he glared at Webber. Then Graves snapped his fingers at Webber, and he leaned closer before he spoke.
MXG: Hey, Watts. If you and your old man are listening? You sit around and you talk alot of game about defending that shiny new belt of yours on TV? Whenever you're on TV? Well, kid, we are on TV. But I don't think you have the stones either, Champ.
