Post by The Sheik on Jul 13, 2023 20:11:00 GMT -5
The Sheik: yajib 'an yartajif alrijal aldueafa' , alrijal alnaaeimun , jubna' WUK maratan 'ukhraa! yajib 'an yumshuu fi hadhih alqaeat waruuwsihim munkhafidatan! li'ana milik alrueb aleazim huna!
wasa'ahdam judranahum , wasa'umaziquhum , wasa'ueid dhahabahum 'iilaa HKW hawl khasri!
The Sheik snarled angrily, baring his teeth as he leaned into the camera. His eyes wild as drool flecked from his mouth, the camera drew back as his hands lifted. Fingers twisted into claws before becoming fists as he shook his head before snarling again. His hand snapped outwards, and he shoved Malcolm Xavier Graves before him.
MXG adjusted his tie, frowning.
MXG: The weak men, the soft men, the cowards of the WUK should once again tremble! They should walk these halls with their heads hung low! Because the Great King of Terror is here!
And I will tear down their walls, I will rip them apart, and I will take their gold back to HKW around my waist!
The Sheik stalked back and forth behind MXG, staring down at his taped hands as they clenched and unclenched. His head shaking as his shoulders shook, and he spat before he jabbed a finger at the camera.
The Sheik: alghadab walqafasu! alnaqs , altamathil min dhalik alkalb kirin almukhzi! hal taetaqid 'anak tastatie alwuquf 'amam alshaykhi?
sa'umaziq kilakuma 'iilaa 'ashla'i! sa'aqtaeuk 'iilaa sharayit wa'arsal alqate 'iilaa kirin!
marti dunufan? fagh! hal taetaqid 'anani nasit ma saraqatuh mini? la! 'iidha ra'aytuk fi hadhih albutulati? sa'uealimuk kilrwi wa'ana madha yaeni 'an tasriq mina!
Graves nodded as the Sheik glared at him, and he pulled off his sunglasses.
MXG: Rage and Cage! Lackies, toadies of that dishonorable dog Crane! You think you can stand before the Sheik?
I will tear the two of you to pieces! I will slice you to ribbons and send the pieces back to Crane!
Marty Donovan? Fagh! You think I have forgotten what you stole from me? No! If I see you at this tournament? Kilroy and I will teach you what it means to steal from us!
The Sheik slammed a fist into the wall, and then another as blood oozed from his knuckles as he stared down at them. His eyes narrowed as he looked up, hissing before he slashed his hand angrily as he growled.
The Sheik: al'ukhuat ghluka! 'ant taetaqid 'anak qawiun jdan , qawiun jdan lidarajat 'anani yajib 'an 'ukhafaka! 'atayt min aljanuba! min al'aradi alkhadra' alnaaeimat li'amirika , wataetaqid 'ana hadha yajealuk qwyan؟
faghi! sawf 'uqsim kilakuma 'iilaa alnisfa! sa'akshif ean madaa daefika! sa'uealimuk alkhawf , wasawf tabhath watatawasal milk alrueb aleazim min 'ajl alrahmati?
The Sheik spat, and growled.
The Sheik: lan 'uetiak 'aya shay'in!
The Sheik thumped his chest, gesturing as he tore at Graves’ jacket before jerking away.
MXG: The Brothers Gluck! You think you are so strong, so mighty that I should fear you! You come from the South! From the soft green lands of America, and think that makes you powerful?
Fagh! I will break you both in half! I will expose how weak you are! I will teach you fear, and you will look up and beg the Great King of Terror for Mercy?
I will not!
Graves nodded, and the Sheik turned away to lean against the wall facing it. His shoulders heaved and twisted, scars gleaming as Graves lifted his cane with a shrug. Then he undid his jacket before he spoke.
MXG: My client, the Sheik, the greatest pure fighter in the entire XHF is walking into Revolution with one goal in mind! And that goal is for him to walk out of here draped in WUK Tag Team gold! Now of course, the powers that be in HKW have to protect their babies.
But here in WUK? There is no way to shelter this tag division from my client and his partner! So you can line up all your soft tag teams.
Salt and Pepper? Oh, the SKY Force blondes? Listen, this isn’t JROK. The Sheik doesn’t care about SKY Force at all.
The Queens of Darkness? EVK and Sinclair can do their scary witch act all day and all night! You think my client is scared of these two? Come on.
The New Untouchables? Yeah, good luck in escaping the Super Indys, boys. This is the real world, my client is a killer!
A killer!
The Dark Stars? The alien guys? Come on, the Sheik doesn’t give a fuck if you’re from space or down the street! Anyone who gets in his way? They are getting beaten bloody, they are going to lose years off of their careers! You all need to go back to space where it is safe!
Graves shrugged, and he once more tugged at his tie. He paced back and forth, and the Sheik remained behind him as he gestured with his cane with a laugh.
MXG: The Glucks? Rage and Cage? Crane’s lackeys? You think the Sheik doesn’t know you are? You’re dead men, you have no idea what the very thought of Crane and his little crew does to him!
No idea, the extent this man will go! This is the Great King of Terror, this is the most dangerous man in the XHF! You think he won’t fuck you all up just to get his point across to Wesley Crane?
MXG paused, and he frowned slightly as he tapped the cane on the floor before him. He leaned on it, shaking his head before he spoke once more.
MXG: Marty Donovan.
Much like Wesley Crane? You have a lot to answer for.
You think Florida Man can protect you from my client? You think he can save you from getting what you deserve at the hands of the Sheik? Listen, you and that rubber masked freak need to mind your business. The Sheik is out for blood, and he wants yours!
The Sheik shoved away from the wall grabbing the camera as he bellowed.
The Sheik: fi althawrati! sanajeal WUK yanhani 'amamna!
MXG: At revolution! We will make WUK bow down before us!
wasa'ahdam judranahum , wasa'umaziquhum , wasa'ueid dhahabahum 'iilaa HKW hawl khasri!
The Sheik snarled angrily, baring his teeth as he leaned into the camera. His eyes wild as drool flecked from his mouth, the camera drew back as his hands lifted. Fingers twisted into claws before becoming fists as he shook his head before snarling again. His hand snapped outwards, and he shoved Malcolm Xavier Graves before him.
MXG adjusted his tie, frowning.
MXG: The weak men, the soft men, the cowards of the WUK should once again tremble! They should walk these halls with their heads hung low! Because the Great King of Terror is here!
And I will tear down their walls, I will rip them apart, and I will take their gold back to HKW around my waist!
The Sheik stalked back and forth behind MXG, staring down at his taped hands as they clenched and unclenched. His head shaking as his shoulders shook, and he spat before he jabbed a finger at the camera.
The Sheik: alghadab walqafasu! alnaqs , altamathil min dhalik alkalb kirin almukhzi! hal taetaqid 'anak tastatie alwuquf 'amam alshaykhi?
sa'umaziq kilakuma 'iilaa 'ashla'i! sa'aqtaeuk 'iilaa sharayit wa'arsal alqate 'iilaa kirin!
marti dunufan? fagh! hal taetaqid 'anani nasit ma saraqatuh mini? la! 'iidha ra'aytuk fi hadhih albutulati? sa'uealimuk kilrwi wa'ana madha yaeni 'an tasriq mina!
Graves nodded as the Sheik glared at him, and he pulled off his sunglasses.
MXG: Rage and Cage! Lackies, toadies of that dishonorable dog Crane! You think you can stand before the Sheik?
I will tear the two of you to pieces! I will slice you to ribbons and send the pieces back to Crane!
Marty Donovan? Fagh! You think I have forgotten what you stole from me? No! If I see you at this tournament? Kilroy and I will teach you what it means to steal from us!
The Sheik slammed a fist into the wall, and then another as blood oozed from his knuckles as he stared down at them. His eyes narrowed as he looked up, hissing before he slashed his hand angrily as he growled.
The Sheik: al'ukhuat ghluka! 'ant taetaqid 'anak qawiun jdan , qawiun jdan lidarajat 'anani yajib 'an 'ukhafaka! 'atayt min aljanuba! min al'aradi alkhadra' alnaaeimat li'amirika , wataetaqid 'ana hadha yajealuk qwyan؟
faghi! sawf 'uqsim kilakuma 'iilaa alnisfa! sa'akshif ean madaa daefika! sa'uealimuk alkhawf , wasawf tabhath watatawasal milk alrueb aleazim min 'ajl alrahmati?
The Sheik spat, and growled.
The Sheik: lan 'uetiak 'aya shay'in!
The Sheik thumped his chest, gesturing as he tore at Graves’ jacket before jerking away.
MXG: The Brothers Gluck! You think you are so strong, so mighty that I should fear you! You come from the South! From the soft green lands of America, and think that makes you powerful?
Fagh! I will break you both in half! I will expose how weak you are! I will teach you fear, and you will look up and beg the Great King of Terror for Mercy?
I will not!
Graves nodded, and the Sheik turned away to lean against the wall facing it. His shoulders heaved and twisted, scars gleaming as Graves lifted his cane with a shrug. Then he undid his jacket before he spoke.
MXG: My client, the Sheik, the greatest pure fighter in the entire XHF is walking into Revolution with one goal in mind! And that goal is for him to walk out of here draped in WUK Tag Team gold! Now of course, the powers that be in HKW have to protect their babies.
But here in WUK? There is no way to shelter this tag division from my client and his partner! So you can line up all your soft tag teams.
Salt and Pepper? Oh, the SKY Force blondes? Listen, this isn’t JROK. The Sheik doesn’t care about SKY Force at all.
The Queens of Darkness? EVK and Sinclair can do their scary witch act all day and all night! You think my client is scared of these two? Come on.
The New Untouchables? Yeah, good luck in escaping the Super Indys, boys. This is the real world, my client is a killer!
A killer!
The Dark Stars? The alien guys? Come on, the Sheik doesn’t give a fuck if you’re from space or down the street! Anyone who gets in his way? They are getting beaten bloody, they are going to lose years off of their careers! You all need to go back to space where it is safe!
Graves shrugged, and he once more tugged at his tie. He paced back and forth, and the Sheik remained behind him as he gestured with his cane with a laugh.
MXG: The Glucks? Rage and Cage? Crane’s lackeys? You think the Sheik doesn’t know you are? You’re dead men, you have no idea what the very thought of Crane and his little crew does to him!
No idea, the extent this man will go! This is the Great King of Terror, this is the most dangerous man in the XHF! You think he won’t fuck you all up just to get his point across to Wesley Crane?
MXG paused, and he frowned slightly as he tapped the cane on the floor before him. He leaned on it, shaking his head before he spoke once more.
MXG: Marty Donovan.
Much like Wesley Crane? You have a lot to answer for.
You think Florida Man can protect you from my client? You think he can save you from getting what you deserve at the hands of the Sheik? Listen, you and that rubber masked freak need to mind your business. The Sheik is out for blood, and he wants yours!
The Sheik shoved away from the wall grabbing the camera as he bellowed.
The Sheik: fi althawrati! sanajeal WUK yanhani 'amamna!
MXG: At revolution! We will make WUK bow down before us!
