Post by The Sheik on May 13, 2023 20:29:27 GMT -5
MXG: My client the Sheik doesn’t like Wrestle:UK.
Graves reached up, pulling his shades from his face to absently fold them. He shoved them inside of his jacket, and tapped his cane on the floor before he leaned on it with a smirk. Just behind him lurked the Sheik, whose face was covered save for his angry eyes. His keffiyeh moving with his ragged breath as he twitched angrily.
MXG: You see the Great King of Terror thinks that the men of WUK are soft. That they are conceited, and weak! That they sit over here on their little island, and act like they are the most terrifying men on the XHF! That there is no one harder, or stronger, or better than the guys in WUK! And you see that is the first problem, because there is no one greater than the Sheik!
The Sheik resents that the wrestlers of the WUK presume to think they are the best! He has seen you all standing here with your scary names, and your false championships, and your little head games. It sickens him.
Graves waved his cane at the camera, shrugging as he absently tugged at his suit. The Sheik still said nothing, just glaring as his shoulders rose and fell.
MXG: So you might ask yourself why is he here? Why has the Great King of Terror decided to come to WUK and compete for a chance to face the WUK World Champion. And that is easy enough to answer.
Wesley Crane.
You see it was not so long ago that the Sheik was on the verge of beating Marty Donovan, the Sheik had Disney’s Own little shill beat! And then? Crane and Donovan’s other lackeys had to make the save didn’t they! They came down to that ring, and they stuck their nose in the business of this man!
Graves turned, and he tapped his cane against that scarred and lined chest with a light thump. The Sheik growled, hands flexing and curling as they lifted slightly before he shoved that cane aside. Graves took a step back, and the Sheik ripped aside his keffiyeh as he bared his teeth.
MXG: Crane, you came between the Sheik and his world title. So maybe he should take yours, in fact maybe he should beat the piss out of you and take that title back to HKW as a war prize! Yeah, in fact I suspect Recoba Cross would love, and I mean love a unification match! How sweet would that be!
MXG caught his cane, holding it in the middle as he gestured at the air with a stab for emphasis at every word.
MXG: And then you will be Wesley Crane, the man who cost the WUK their little title belt! Not that it matters, I hear it’s not the real one anyhow. Or so some other WUK losers have told me!
A shrug, and Graves adjusted his suit as he looked towards the still staring Sheik.
MXG: Of course, before the Great King of Terror can deal with Wesley Crane he has to deal with the rest of the people in this match.
Graves snorted.
MXG: Yuki Sakaraba! Okay, so you’re out here from JROK trying to prove something to all of us? They say you’re the Queen of Death Matches, but facts are? That doesn’t matter when you are walking into a match with a man like the Sheik! My client is a killer do you get that? I know you faced off with Goth for the Two Kingdoms belt, I get that someone in WUK is very high on you.
But you see? In this match you are just another victim. The Sheik is going to beat and batter you just like everyone else! And then he will climb that ladder, and he will pull down that contract!
Graves shrugged, his cane tapping against his hand. And then he undid a button on his jacket.
MXG: Chris Parsons? I think you used to be a big deal somewhere, but now? Well, the Sheik doesn’t care who used to be as long as you stay out of his way.
The Sheik snarled, spitting as he ground a fist into his palm.
MXG: El Rey? It’s nice to see your dads let you come out to play. But the thing is? The Sheik is not scared of you, he is not scared of your legacy or reputation! You see the way Sheik sees it? You are the man to beat in this match. You have alot to prove, and all you have to do is climb that ladder and take it! Your name will be etched in legend, you will become the man who could very well expose WUK!
But first, you have to get past my client don’t you? You have to beat the Sheik! And El Rey you aren’t ready for a man like the Great King of Terror, you may think your training has made you ready? But the Sheik? He doesn’t care about your shit, he doesn’t care what Zoran taught you.
He doesn’t have any fear, so you can do your worst.
Graves smirked, and he tapped his cane against the floor as the Sheik continued to glower just behind him. Teeth grinding together and he hammered his fist into his palm, and Graves gesture.
MXG: Kalmin Watts.
Do you think the Sheik has forgotten you? You’re as bad as that piece of shit. Crane. You walked into HKW and you stole from the Sheik didn’t you? Because that West Koast title should have once again belonged to my client!
Well, Watts? Donzig isn’t going to save you this time! The Sheik is going to break you in half, he is going to leave you crippled at Dominion! He is going to take years off of your career, you get that?
The rest of these people? That’s just business? But you?
Personal.
The Sheik snarled something at that, nodding as his hands lifted again. His fingers curled into claws, and he spat angrily before he balled them into fists. Graves gave him a quick nod, and he said something to which the Sheik growled in reply before gesturing angrily.
MXG: And that leaves Armand Von Krauss.
Now a lot of people think you’re some kind of fool, but me I don’t buy that. You see I saw the shit you pulled on Donzig. The Sheik knows how hard it is to pull one over on that son of a bitch. You and your wife? You’ve been a thorn in the side to anyone who is anyone, you’ve been a threat to every company you’ve been in! And now you have that band of killers at your back?
Graves shook his head, and then he tapped the Sheik’s scarred chest again with the cane.
MXG: But you see my client? He doesn’t care about that. Because as soon as you walk down that aisle, Armand? As soon as you walk into that ring? You’re just another victim, you’re just one more body standing between the Sheik and his revenge on Wesley Crane.
And so Armand you can bring all your killers, and your spooky shit? It doesn’t matter. Only one man is walking out of here with that contract! And that man?
Is the Great King of Terror.
The Sheik stepped forward then, spitting before he lifted a hand twisted into an angry claw before him as he snarled. His teeth gritting together as he spoke in a low harsh voice, gesturing angrily before his fist slammed against his chest.
The Sheik: fi alsiyadat , sayanhani kulu WUK 'amam alshaykhi! satashhad jamie sayaarat XHF sueud malik alrueb aleazimi! sawf 'atasalaq hadha alsilm , wasawf 'adie hawula' alakhrin! sa'atrukuhum yakhtaniqun bidimayihim!
wisli krin! satashhad ma 'afealuhu! sataerif ma hu qadimun!
The Sheik hit his chest again, and then he stormed off with a wave of his scarred arm. Graves watched him go with a slow nod, and then he adjusted his coat as he redid his button. He fished out his sunglasses, and shrugged.
MXG: At dominion, all of the WUK will bow down before the Sheik! All of the XHF will witness the rise of the Great King of Terror! I will climb that ladder, I will lay these others to waste! I will leave them choking on their own blood!
Wesley Crane! You will witness what I do! You will know what is coming!
A final smirk, and then Crane followed after his clients.
Graves reached up, pulling his shades from his face to absently fold them. He shoved them inside of his jacket, and tapped his cane on the floor before he leaned on it with a smirk. Just behind him lurked the Sheik, whose face was covered save for his angry eyes. His keffiyeh moving with his ragged breath as he twitched angrily.
MXG: You see the Great King of Terror thinks that the men of WUK are soft. That they are conceited, and weak! That they sit over here on their little island, and act like they are the most terrifying men on the XHF! That there is no one harder, or stronger, or better than the guys in WUK! And you see that is the first problem, because there is no one greater than the Sheik!
The Sheik resents that the wrestlers of the WUK presume to think they are the best! He has seen you all standing here with your scary names, and your false championships, and your little head games. It sickens him.
Graves waved his cane at the camera, shrugging as he absently tugged at his suit. The Sheik still said nothing, just glaring as his shoulders rose and fell.
MXG: So you might ask yourself why is he here? Why has the Great King of Terror decided to come to WUK and compete for a chance to face the WUK World Champion. And that is easy enough to answer.
Wesley Crane.
You see it was not so long ago that the Sheik was on the verge of beating Marty Donovan, the Sheik had Disney’s Own little shill beat! And then? Crane and Donovan’s other lackeys had to make the save didn’t they! They came down to that ring, and they stuck their nose in the business of this man!
Graves turned, and he tapped his cane against that scarred and lined chest with a light thump. The Sheik growled, hands flexing and curling as they lifted slightly before he shoved that cane aside. Graves took a step back, and the Sheik ripped aside his keffiyeh as he bared his teeth.
MXG: Crane, you came between the Sheik and his world title. So maybe he should take yours, in fact maybe he should beat the piss out of you and take that title back to HKW as a war prize! Yeah, in fact I suspect Recoba Cross would love, and I mean love a unification match! How sweet would that be!
MXG caught his cane, holding it in the middle as he gestured at the air with a stab for emphasis at every word.
MXG: And then you will be Wesley Crane, the man who cost the WUK their little title belt! Not that it matters, I hear it’s not the real one anyhow. Or so some other WUK losers have told me!
A shrug, and Graves adjusted his suit as he looked towards the still staring Sheik.
MXG: Of course, before the Great King of Terror can deal with Wesley Crane he has to deal with the rest of the people in this match.
Graves snorted.
MXG: Yuki Sakaraba! Okay, so you’re out here from JROK trying to prove something to all of us? They say you’re the Queen of Death Matches, but facts are? That doesn’t matter when you are walking into a match with a man like the Sheik! My client is a killer do you get that? I know you faced off with Goth for the Two Kingdoms belt, I get that someone in WUK is very high on you.
But you see? In this match you are just another victim. The Sheik is going to beat and batter you just like everyone else! And then he will climb that ladder, and he will pull down that contract!
Graves shrugged, his cane tapping against his hand. And then he undid a button on his jacket.
MXG: Chris Parsons? I think you used to be a big deal somewhere, but now? Well, the Sheik doesn’t care who used to be as long as you stay out of his way.
The Sheik snarled, spitting as he ground a fist into his palm.
MXG: El Rey? It’s nice to see your dads let you come out to play. But the thing is? The Sheik is not scared of you, he is not scared of your legacy or reputation! You see the way Sheik sees it? You are the man to beat in this match. You have alot to prove, and all you have to do is climb that ladder and take it! Your name will be etched in legend, you will become the man who could very well expose WUK!
But first, you have to get past my client don’t you? You have to beat the Sheik! And El Rey you aren’t ready for a man like the Great King of Terror, you may think your training has made you ready? But the Sheik? He doesn’t care about your shit, he doesn’t care what Zoran taught you.
He doesn’t have any fear, so you can do your worst.
Graves smirked, and he tapped his cane against the floor as the Sheik continued to glower just behind him. Teeth grinding together and he hammered his fist into his palm, and Graves gesture.
MXG: Kalmin Watts.
Do you think the Sheik has forgotten you? You’re as bad as that piece of shit. Crane. You walked into HKW and you stole from the Sheik didn’t you? Because that West Koast title should have once again belonged to my client!
Well, Watts? Donzig isn’t going to save you this time! The Sheik is going to break you in half, he is going to leave you crippled at Dominion! He is going to take years off of your career, you get that?
The rest of these people? That’s just business? But you?
Personal.
The Sheik snarled something at that, nodding as his hands lifted again. His fingers curled into claws, and he spat angrily before he balled them into fists. Graves gave him a quick nod, and he said something to which the Sheik growled in reply before gesturing angrily.
MXG: And that leaves Armand Von Krauss.
Now a lot of people think you’re some kind of fool, but me I don’t buy that. You see I saw the shit you pulled on Donzig. The Sheik knows how hard it is to pull one over on that son of a bitch. You and your wife? You’ve been a thorn in the side to anyone who is anyone, you’ve been a threat to every company you’ve been in! And now you have that band of killers at your back?
Graves shook his head, and then he tapped the Sheik’s scarred chest again with the cane.
MXG: But you see my client? He doesn’t care about that. Because as soon as you walk down that aisle, Armand? As soon as you walk into that ring? You’re just another victim, you’re just one more body standing between the Sheik and his revenge on Wesley Crane.
And so Armand you can bring all your killers, and your spooky shit? It doesn’t matter. Only one man is walking out of here with that contract! And that man?
Is the Great King of Terror.
The Sheik stepped forward then, spitting before he lifted a hand twisted into an angry claw before him as he snarled. His teeth gritting together as he spoke in a low harsh voice, gesturing angrily before his fist slammed against his chest.
The Sheik: fi alsiyadat , sayanhani kulu WUK 'amam alshaykhi! satashhad jamie sayaarat XHF sueud malik alrueb aleazimi! sawf 'atasalaq hadha alsilm , wasawf 'adie hawula' alakhrin! sa'atrukuhum yakhtaniqun bidimayihim!
wisli krin! satashhad ma 'afealuhu! sataerif ma hu qadimun!
The Sheik hit his chest again, and then he stormed off with a wave of his scarred arm. Graves watched him go with a slow nod, and then he adjusted his coat as he redid his button. He fished out his sunglasses, and shrugged.
MXG: At dominion, all of the WUK will bow down before the Sheik! All of the XHF will witness the rise of the Great King of Terror! I will climb that ladder, I will lay these others to waste! I will leave them choking on their own blood!
Wesley Crane! You will witness what I do! You will know what is coming!
A final smirk, and then Crane followed after his clients.
