Post by The Sheik on Aug 21, 2023 20:22:41 GMT -5
Graves walked through what seemed to be the edge of a desert, a few plants clung to life in the sand as the cold moon looked down from above. He walked across the rocky ground, and a scorpion ran away from his feet as he paused. A fire burned behind him, and on the far side of that fire staring into the flames with gleaming eyes was the man known as the Great King of Terror. His muscled form covered in scars as he sat unmoving, and Graves shrugged as he walked back and forth.
MXG: Wesley Crane. The High Roller.
Graves sniffed, and he looked up.
MXG: I am not going to shit on you, sir. You see the Sheik has nothing but respect for what you have accomplished in the XHF in a little less than a year.
Wrestle: UK World Champion.
The Man who won the FIRST ever Battle of Britain.
The man who walked into the WUK Elimination Chamber against five killers, and walked out still the Champion!
The longest reigning WUK World Heavyweight Champion!
HKW West Koast Champion. HKW Tag Team Champion.
A member of not one, not one, but two of the deadliest groups in XHF!
Graves nodded slowly, and he walked back and forth before he paused. A hand lifted and he jerked off his shades, eyes narrowed before he shoved them inside of his jacket. Turning to walk back, and he gestured to the still silently staring Sheik.
MXG: But in the Toyota Center in the heart of Austin, Texas? That doesn’t fucking matter, Wes. All of your accolades, all of your achievements, all of it! Doesn’t mean shit! Because you will be stepping inside that ring to fight for your life against a man with no limits! A man who doesn’t respect all that you have done! Because that man looks at you?
And what he sees is another victim!
That man is the SHEIK! That man is the greatest pure fighter in the entire XHF!
Graves glared, and then he tugged on his jacket. Hands waving as he paced back and forth, he snorted.
MXG: This has been a long time coming, ever since you and your Anointed fuckboys walked down to that ring, and you got in the Sheik’s business! The Sheik should be HKW World Champion right now! Him!
Not Marty! Not Cross! And certainly NOT Watts!
The Great King of Terror was denied his destiny, Wes! And do you know who he blames for that?
Graves paused.
MXG: You have been protected from the consequences of your choices, Wes! You have managed to use Valentine and his lickspittles to hide from the Sheik! But they aren’t here to save you now! Blood isn’t here to save you now!
And I know what you’re thinking, the Sheik has been defeated before! Dylan Black? Donzig?
Graves smirked.
MXG: Wes. You’re a good hand, you’re a great technical wrestler, you’re a champion. I will give you all of that! But the Sheik has gone toe to toe with two of the most dangerous men in the entire XHF, and he may have lost? But that fucking lunatic, and that cyborg terrorist both knew they were in a goddamned fight!
The Great King of Terror is going to rip you apart, he is going to leave pieces of you all over Austin, Texas! Katie Moss is going to have to find a new man when the Sheik is finished with you! Do you get that?
The Sheik rose then, and sand fell from his form as he glared at the fire. His head lifted, and then his fingers removed his keffiyeh before he spat into the flames. His hand lifted, fingers clenching into a fist as he bared his teeth in a low growl.
The Sheik: rafieatan! qariban satadfae muqabil ma saraqath mani! ma saraqth 'ant wa'asdiqawuk muni! sa'ajealuk tadfae bialdam , ealaa aldhahab aladhi nazalath min yadi!
The Sheik pointed, and Graves licked his lips.
MXG: Crane! Soon you will pay for what you stole from me! What you and your friends stole from me! I will make you pay in blood, for the gold you ripped from my hands!
The Sheik nodded, hissing as he stared at his fists.
The Sheik: lan yatamakan almamsuh min 'iinqadhika! eid alhubi lan yunqidhaku! la shi! la shay' wala 'ahad sayukhalisuk! fi hadha almakan satakun bayn yaday! taht rahmatay ya krin!
Graves nodded, and he tugged on his jacket as the Sheik continued to glare into the flames as they leapt and curled. His scarred chest heaved, and he fumed with a shake of his head before Graves spoke.
MXG: The anointed will not be able to save you! Valentine will not save you! Nothing! Nothing and no one will save you! In this place you will be in my hands! At my mercy, Crane!
The Sheik: hal taetaqid 'ana ladayk shay' lituthbita? hal satazhar lilealam 'anak tastatie alwuquf dida mulk alrueb aleazimi?
kulu ma satuthbituh hu madaa quati! kayf saraq hawula' alnaas mini! kayf saraqat mani! sawf yashhad almamsuhun ma 'afealah bik ya kirin! wasayaerifun alkhufa!
MXG: You think you have something to prove? That you will show the world you can stand against the Great King of Terror?
All you will prove is how strong I am! How these people have stolen from me! How you have stolen from me! The Anointed will witness what I do to you, Crane! And they will know fear!
The Sheik snarled, and then he waved a hand at Graves before he walked off through the desert. Graves said nothing as he watched him go, then shrugged before he looked back to the camera with a smirk. He lifted his hands, shrugging.
MXG: Good luck, Wes. You’re going to need it.
MXG: Wesley Crane. The High Roller.
Graves sniffed, and he looked up.
MXG: I am not going to shit on you, sir. You see the Sheik has nothing but respect for what you have accomplished in the XHF in a little less than a year.
Wrestle: UK World Champion.
The Man who won the FIRST ever Battle of Britain.
The man who walked into the WUK Elimination Chamber against five killers, and walked out still the Champion!
The longest reigning WUK World Heavyweight Champion!
HKW West Koast Champion. HKW Tag Team Champion.
A member of not one, not one, but two of the deadliest groups in XHF!
Graves nodded slowly, and he walked back and forth before he paused. A hand lifted and he jerked off his shades, eyes narrowed before he shoved them inside of his jacket. Turning to walk back, and he gestured to the still silently staring Sheik.
MXG: But in the Toyota Center in the heart of Austin, Texas? That doesn’t fucking matter, Wes. All of your accolades, all of your achievements, all of it! Doesn’t mean shit! Because you will be stepping inside that ring to fight for your life against a man with no limits! A man who doesn’t respect all that you have done! Because that man looks at you?
And what he sees is another victim!
That man is the SHEIK! That man is the greatest pure fighter in the entire XHF!
Graves glared, and then he tugged on his jacket. Hands waving as he paced back and forth, he snorted.
MXG: This has been a long time coming, ever since you and your Anointed fuckboys walked down to that ring, and you got in the Sheik’s business! The Sheik should be HKW World Champion right now! Him!
Not Marty! Not Cross! And certainly NOT Watts!
The Great King of Terror was denied his destiny, Wes! And do you know who he blames for that?
Graves paused.
MXG: You have been protected from the consequences of your choices, Wes! You have managed to use Valentine and his lickspittles to hide from the Sheik! But they aren’t here to save you now! Blood isn’t here to save you now!
And I know what you’re thinking, the Sheik has been defeated before! Dylan Black? Donzig?
Graves smirked.
MXG: Wes. You’re a good hand, you’re a great technical wrestler, you’re a champion. I will give you all of that! But the Sheik has gone toe to toe with two of the most dangerous men in the entire XHF, and he may have lost? But that fucking lunatic, and that cyborg terrorist both knew they were in a goddamned fight!
The Great King of Terror is going to rip you apart, he is going to leave pieces of you all over Austin, Texas! Katie Moss is going to have to find a new man when the Sheik is finished with you! Do you get that?
The Sheik rose then, and sand fell from his form as he glared at the fire. His head lifted, and then his fingers removed his keffiyeh before he spat into the flames. His hand lifted, fingers clenching into a fist as he bared his teeth in a low growl.
The Sheik: rafieatan! qariban satadfae muqabil ma saraqath mani! ma saraqth 'ant wa'asdiqawuk muni! sa'ajealuk tadfae bialdam , ealaa aldhahab aladhi nazalath min yadi!
The Sheik pointed, and Graves licked his lips.
MXG: Crane! Soon you will pay for what you stole from me! What you and your friends stole from me! I will make you pay in blood, for the gold you ripped from my hands!
The Sheik nodded, hissing as he stared at his fists.
The Sheik: lan yatamakan almamsuh min 'iinqadhika! eid alhubi lan yunqidhaku! la shi! la shay' wala 'ahad sayukhalisuk! fi hadha almakan satakun bayn yaday! taht rahmatay ya krin!
Graves nodded, and he tugged on his jacket as the Sheik continued to glare into the flames as they leapt and curled. His scarred chest heaved, and he fumed with a shake of his head before Graves spoke.
MXG: The anointed will not be able to save you! Valentine will not save you! Nothing! Nothing and no one will save you! In this place you will be in my hands! At my mercy, Crane!
The Sheik: hal taetaqid 'ana ladayk shay' lituthbita? hal satazhar lilealam 'anak tastatie alwuquf dida mulk alrueb aleazimi?
kulu ma satuthbituh hu madaa quati! kayf saraq hawula' alnaas mini! kayf saraqat mani! sawf yashhad almamsuhun ma 'afealah bik ya kirin! wasayaerifun alkhufa!
MXG: You think you have something to prove? That you will show the world you can stand against the Great King of Terror?
All you will prove is how strong I am! How these people have stolen from me! How you have stolen from me! The Anointed will witness what I do to you, Crane! And they will know fear!
The Sheik snarled, and then he waved a hand at Graves before he walked off through the desert. Graves said nothing as he watched him go, then shrugged before he looked back to the camera with a smirk. He lifted his hands, shrugging.
MXG: Good luck, Wes. You’re going to need it.
