Post by The Sheik on Jan 28, 2023 14:19:13 GMT -5
MXG: So here we are, the Great Donzig. Oh, they all love to talk about you don’t they? What is that they say? You’re everywhere? Now some would say that makes you overexposed, but not us. The Sheik and I? We understand.
Graves smiled, and he reached up to adjust his silk tie before he shrugged. He leaned back slightly, and he tapped his cane against the floor before he continued.
MXG: They say you are devious, and deluded. That is all fine, because you see Donzig? We don’t care about your delusions, or your little mind games. You think you can get inside the mind of a man like the Sheik, Donzig? You think your little spooky words, and your bullshit will get to him? No, no sir.
Graves stared out the window of the moving car, and he shrugged again as he absently adjusted his jacket again.
MXG: All of your talent, all of your abilities, and intelligence? Yet every time we see you in a match? You’re out there like a wild man! Like some kind of lunatic! You think that can help you beat a man like the Sheik? People walk around like you’re a nightmare or some kind of joke, but I notice they keep away.
Graves smirked, and he leaned forward as he tapped the cane again.
MXG: The Sheik isn’t keeping away, the Sheik is not running from you. The Wonder and Terror of this Age, Death in High Places, the Scourge! The man who was never pinned or submitted in Fireside, the man who went for a year undefeated in NPW, a man who lost ONE match in SWAT! One third of the first ever XHF Trios Champions, the LAST Fireside Spark Champion, the SWAT United States Champion, the man who won the last SWAT Rumble!
He reached up and pulled off his shades, and he tsked.
MXG: The man who delivered what was it? Nine stunners at Cruiserfest? The guy who held most of the Reign plates for a year? Forty minutes in the Rumble? Oh, I have no doubt that despite what the Pillars and those Bang! Goons say? You’re a threat. I know that people mock what they fear, they make little jokes and try to hide their terror. But here’s the thing.
His fingers laced across the top of his cane, and he tapped it against the floor again. He rolled it back and forth, and shrugged before he reached to undo the button of his jacket.
MXG: The Sheik doesn’t fear you. The Sheik sees you as a false god, a monster to be defeated, an icon that needs to be thrown down. And so when you walk into Los Angeles? The Great King of Terror is going to teach you about fear, he is going to teach you about pain, Donzig. He is going to drag you to your limits, and cut you to pieces! He will cut and burn you, and he will show the limits of your power, of your soul!
A smile, and MXG loosened his tie as he leaned closer.
MXG: You see the Sheik is going to do what no one else has, he is going to break you. He is going to show the HKW, the WUK, and the entire XHF that this fucking persona you claim? It’s just a mask like the one you wear. The Sheik is going to send you screaming back down into the pit that you call home, back down into the Void that spawned you. You can’t win, Donzig.
Graves smiled, and he reached up to adjust his silk tie before he shrugged. He leaned back slightly, and he tapped his cane against the floor before he continued.
MXG: They say you are devious, and deluded. That is all fine, because you see Donzig? We don’t care about your delusions, or your little mind games. You think you can get inside the mind of a man like the Sheik, Donzig? You think your little spooky words, and your bullshit will get to him? No, no sir.
Graves stared out the window of the moving car, and he shrugged again as he absently adjusted his jacket again.
MXG: All of your talent, all of your abilities, and intelligence? Yet every time we see you in a match? You’re out there like a wild man! Like some kind of lunatic! You think that can help you beat a man like the Sheik? People walk around like you’re a nightmare or some kind of joke, but I notice they keep away.
Graves smirked, and he leaned forward as he tapped the cane again.
MXG: The Sheik isn’t keeping away, the Sheik is not running from you. The Wonder and Terror of this Age, Death in High Places, the Scourge! The man who was never pinned or submitted in Fireside, the man who went for a year undefeated in NPW, a man who lost ONE match in SWAT! One third of the first ever XHF Trios Champions, the LAST Fireside Spark Champion, the SWAT United States Champion, the man who won the last SWAT Rumble!
He reached up and pulled off his shades, and he tsked.
MXG: The man who delivered what was it? Nine stunners at Cruiserfest? The guy who held most of the Reign plates for a year? Forty minutes in the Rumble? Oh, I have no doubt that despite what the Pillars and those Bang! Goons say? You’re a threat. I know that people mock what they fear, they make little jokes and try to hide their terror. But here’s the thing.
His fingers laced across the top of his cane, and he tapped it against the floor again. He rolled it back and forth, and shrugged before he reached to undo the button of his jacket.
MXG: The Sheik doesn’t fear you. The Sheik sees you as a false god, a monster to be defeated, an icon that needs to be thrown down. And so when you walk into Los Angeles? The Great King of Terror is going to teach you about fear, he is going to teach you about pain, Donzig. He is going to drag you to your limits, and cut you to pieces! He will cut and burn you, and he will show the limits of your power, of your soul!
A smile, and MXG loosened his tie as he leaned closer.
MXG: You see the Sheik is going to do what no one else has, he is going to break you. He is going to show the HKW, the WUK, and the entire XHF that this fucking persona you claim? It’s just a mask like the one you wear. The Sheik is going to send you screaming back down into the pit that you call home, back down into the Void that spawned you. You can’t win, Donzig.
