The Sheik vs. the Fucking (Hardkore) World
Mar 13, 2023 16:10:32 GMT -5
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Post by The Sheik on Mar 13, 2023 16:10:32 GMT -5
The Sheik: almamsuh sariq mini! laqad 'akhadhuu ma kan yajib 'an yakun lay! aistaghriq al'amr minhum li'iinqadh eahd dhalik alrajul almadeu marti dunufan!
MXG: The Anointed stole from me! They took what should have been mine! It took them to save the reign of that so called man, Marty Donovan!
The voice of the Sheik growled from the darkness, thick with anger. A snarl from the shadows, and something shifted in the room. Light catching on the white of his keffiyeh as MXG stepped into the faint light of the door. He leaned on his cane, and shrugged before he looked up.
MXG: Since day one, since it returned to the XHF, one man has been there. One man has been on every show, one man has fucking shed blood, sweat, and tears for Hardkore World! One man has gone above and beyond for this company! He has fought the best in this shithole, he has done it all without complaint!
Graves frowned, and he pulled off his shades to glare.
MXG: And not to beat a dead horse while AVB and his soft ass crew were off playing fuck knuckle? While Marty has been moonlighting doing his weak ass spots? The Sheik called out one of the biggest names on this network! He walked into Los Angeles and he fought a fucking war! He was burned, he was cut, he was fucking stabbed!
I was caught in a goddamned explosion!
And how does HKW reward that hard work? How do the Valentines repay for loyalty?
Graves looked away, his eyes narrowed before he lifted a hand to tug at his tie. Then he shrugged those shoulders, and he shook his head in disgust.
MXG: Let’s just say I have seen the Von Krauss reward less with more. Let’s just say that even Donzig-gun treats people better than the Sheik was treated. HKW is a fucking joke, and it’s champion is a joke.
And no surprise they added more jokes to their roster. So whatever, fuck that.
Graves tapped his cane against the floor, looking over his shoulder into the darkness.
MXG: It took what five men and a crony referee to keep the Sheik down? To protect the latest golden boy of the XHF frat club? All of that to stop the Sheik who was coming out of one of bloodiest matches in recent memory?
Sure.
You boys are just ‘awesome’. Seriously, I have never seen such skill.
A snort.
MXG: Which brings me to the WUK, and their battle royal. After seeing what the Fuck Knuckle Krew had to do to beat a wounded Sheik, a Sheik who came in there expecting to fight one soft Champion, after that display from the shitshow joke of a company against my client!
What hope, what fucking hope do the 17 people not in the Golden Horde have in this match? The Sheik is out for blood, the Sheik is out for fucking revenge! And if that piece of shit the High Roller Wesley Crane manages to retain his Championship? The Sheik will be more than happy to take it away from you! And he will send you back to your little Frat in pieces.
Because he will be coming for them too, baby. But facts are? He will be coming for them as WUK Heavyweight Champion!
The Sheik lurched into view, and he shoved back his veil with a snarl. Teeth bared as he lifted a hand to slam it against his scarred chest, and he spat angrily as his hand clawed at the air before him as he pushed past Graves.
The Sheik: hawalat kasr lay! laqad hawalat 'iiqafi! laqad ailtaqattum jmyean 'afdal allaqatati! lakina malik alrueb aleazim la yazal huna! ana mazilat huna! walan sati min 'ajliki!
aljamiei. li. 'Anti.
MXG: He says: You tried to break me! You tried to stop me! You, all of you took your best shots! But the Great King of Terror is still here! I am still here! And now I will come for you!
All. Of. You.
The Sheik growled, and his hands rose as his fingers squeezed and twisted at the air. Veins bulging as he shook his head, eyes narrowed as he spoke. Hands like claws before he jabs a finger at the camera.
The Sheik: wahidan tilw alakhar! aithnan aithnan! kulukum maratan wahidatan! la 'ahtami! 'ana dhahib 'iilaa alaintiqami! sawf aistadukum jamiea! sawf tajealuk tueani ealaa yadi!
He grabbed Graves, shoving him forward as Graves nodded quickly. He tugged on his jacket, then lifted a hand to calm the Sheik. A shake of his head before he tapped the cane once more before he spoke.
MXG: One by one! Two by two! All of you at once! I don't care! I am going to have my vengeance! I will hunt you all down! You will be made to suffer at my hands!
The Sheik gave a growl, and he pushed past Graves to stalk off down the hall. He ripped his keeiyah upwards, dragging it across his face once more before a fist slammed into the wall. Graves watched him go, and he said nothing before he lifted his hand to motion with his fingers.
The monstrous Oni stepped into view, the man’s big form bulging against his suit as he bared his fang decorated mouthpiece. A taped hand lifting claw like before the Red Slayer stepped from the room to smirk over Graves’ shoulder.
Graves reached into his jacket, pulling out the shades to place them back on his face.
MXG: I think you boys don’t understand the extent of your fuck up, but you will.
Oni reached up, shoving the camera away with a wordless growl as Graves laughed.
MXG: The Anointed stole from me! They took what should have been mine! It took them to save the reign of that so called man, Marty Donovan!
The voice of the Sheik growled from the darkness, thick with anger. A snarl from the shadows, and something shifted in the room. Light catching on the white of his keffiyeh as MXG stepped into the faint light of the door. He leaned on his cane, and shrugged before he looked up.
MXG: Since day one, since it returned to the XHF, one man has been there. One man has been on every show, one man has fucking shed blood, sweat, and tears for Hardkore World! One man has gone above and beyond for this company! He has fought the best in this shithole, he has done it all without complaint!
Graves frowned, and he pulled off his shades to glare.
MXG: And not to beat a dead horse while AVB and his soft ass crew were off playing fuck knuckle? While Marty has been moonlighting doing his weak ass spots? The Sheik called out one of the biggest names on this network! He walked into Los Angeles and he fought a fucking war! He was burned, he was cut, he was fucking stabbed!
I was caught in a goddamned explosion!
And how does HKW reward that hard work? How do the Valentines repay for loyalty?
Graves looked away, his eyes narrowed before he lifted a hand to tug at his tie. Then he shrugged those shoulders, and he shook his head in disgust.
MXG: Let’s just say I have seen the Von Krauss reward less with more. Let’s just say that even Donzig-gun treats people better than the Sheik was treated. HKW is a fucking joke, and it’s champion is a joke.
And no surprise they added more jokes to their roster. So whatever, fuck that.
Graves tapped his cane against the floor, looking over his shoulder into the darkness.
MXG: It took what five men and a crony referee to keep the Sheik down? To protect the latest golden boy of the XHF frat club? All of that to stop the Sheik who was coming out of one of bloodiest matches in recent memory?
Sure.
You boys are just ‘awesome’. Seriously, I have never seen such skill.
A snort.
MXG: Which brings me to the WUK, and their battle royal. After seeing what the Fuck Knuckle Krew had to do to beat a wounded Sheik, a Sheik who came in there expecting to fight one soft Champion, after that display from the shitshow joke of a company against my client!
What hope, what fucking hope do the 17 people not in the Golden Horde have in this match? The Sheik is out for blood, the Sheik is out for fucking revenge! And if that piece of shit the High Roller Wesley Crane manages to retain his Championship? The Sheik will be more than happy to take it away from you! And he will send you back to your little Frat in pieces.
Because he will be coming for them too, baby. But facts are? He will be coming for them as WUK Heavyweight Champion!
The Sheik lurched into view, and he shoved back his veil with a snarl. Teeth bared as he lifted a hand to slam it against his scarred chest, and he spat angrily as his hand clawed at the air before him as he pushed past Graves.
The Sheik: hawalat kasr lay! laqad hawalat 'iiqafi! laqad ailtaqattum jmyean 'afdal allaqatati! lakina malik alrueb aleazim la yazal huna! ana mazilat huna! walan sati min 'ajliki!
aljamiei. li. 'Anti.
MXG: He says: You tried to break me! You tried to stop me! You, all of you took your best shots! But the Great King of Terror is still here! I am still here! And now I will come for you!
All. Of. You.
The Sheik growled, and his hands rose as his fingers squeezed and twisted at the air. Veins bulging as he shook his head, eyes narrowed as he spoke. Hands like claws before he jabs a finger at the camera.
The Sheik: wahidan tilw alakhar! aithnan aithnan! kulukum maratan wahidatan! la 'ahtami! 'ana dhahib 'iilaa alaintiqami! sawf aistadukum jamiea! sawf tajealuk tueani ealaa yadi!
He grabbed Graves, shoving him forward as Graves nodded quickly. He tugged on his jacket, then lifted a hand to calm the Sheik. A shake of his head before he tapped the cane once more before he spoke.
MXG: One by one! Two by two! All of you at once! I don't care! I am going to have my vengeance! I will hunt you all down! You will be made to suffer at my hands!
The Sheik gave a growl, and he pushed past Graves to stalk off down the hall. He ripped his keeiyah upwards, dragging it across his face once more before a fist slammed into the wall. Graves watched him go, and he said nothing before he lifted his hand to motion with his fingers.
The monstrous Oni stepped into view, the man’s big form bulging against his suit as he bared his fang decorated mouthpiece. A taped hand lifting claw like before the Red Slayer stepped from the room to smirk over Graves’ shoulder.
Graves reached into his jacket, pulling out the shades to place them back on his face.
MXG: I think you boys don’t understand the extent of your fuck up, but you will.
Oni reached up, shoving the camera away with a wordless growl as Graves laughed.
