Post by The Sheik on Aug 27, 2023 20:06:10 GMT -5
Warren Webber III was in the back, and he looked up as the frowning Malcom Xavier Graves stepped into view. He adjusted his tie, smoothing his jacket as he looked over his sunglasses at Webber. Then from behind him stepped the scarred and scowling form of the Sheik. He glared down at him, eyes narrowed as he hissed. Webber stepped back, and he glanced at Graves who pulled off his sunglasses.
Webber: Mr. Graves, you have made a lot of noise this week claiming that former WUK World Champion, Wesley Graves is not ready for your client the Sheik. Crane claims he has respect for him, but will defeat him in Houston.
Graves snorted, and turned to gesture at the Sheik.
MXG: My client, the Sheik doesn’t want the respect of Wesley Crane! He doesn’t want the respect of his fuck boys in the High Roller’s Club, or those sons of bitches the Anointed! The Sheik should have already had his respect!
The Sheik growled, baring his teeth as Graves continued.
MXG: But respect didn’t stop Crane from joining his buddies in robbing the Sheik of the HKW World Heavyweight Championship! It didn’t stop him from interfering in that match to protect Marty fucking Donovan! And then? He respected the Sheik so much that he didn’t say a word! Not one word when HKW brass made sure he was safe, made sure he was protected from the Sheik!
Webber nodded, keeping a close eye on the enraged Sheik. Graves lifted his cane, gesturing before Webber nodded.
Webber: So the Sheik feels that Crane has been protected from him?
Graves frowned.
MXG: Clearly, someone at XHF headquarters is a big Crane fan because I had to move heaven and earth for this match! But now I have it, and that means in Austin Texas? The Great King of Terror is going to embarrass Wesley Crane!
Webber frowned, and he considered that before he lifted the mic.
Webber: Wesley Crane is a former WUK World Heavyweight Champion, he won the Battle of Britain–
The Great King of Terror stepped closer, fingers flexing into a claw as he leaned downward. Spittle spraying as his eyes narrowed, and Graves lifted the cane to make him step back which made the Sheik frown.
MXG: And got his ass beat by Watts, and then his team of handpicked killers got defeated by a clown show in the War Games! This guy thinks he is going to beat the Sheik?
Graves laughed, shaking his head before he fell silent as the Sheik stepped forward. He shoved aside Graves, and he jabbed a finger at Webber.
The Sheik: rafieatun! tajlis watatahadathu! wataghazil nisayik watuksaa nafsak bialdhahab almasruqi! walakina alan sawf tueani ealaa yadi!
sa'ajeiluk tanzifi! sa'uealimuk 'ana hadhih al'ashya' alati tasriquha laha maenan!
Webber blinked, looking confused before he glanced at Graves. The Sheik glared at Graves, jerking his head before he jabbed a finger at Webber. Then Graves stepped forward, loosening his tie as he lifted his hands.
MXG: Crane! You sit and you talk! And you flirt with your women, and drape yourself in stolen gold! But now you will suffer at my hands!
I will make you bleed! I will teach you that these things you steal have meaning!
Webber nodded.
Webber: So you have no fear of–
The Sheik: alkhawf min madha? min dhalik abn awia? sa'uealimuk maenaa alkhufi! sa'uelim WUK maenaa alkhufi! sawf 'aqum bitamziq karin 'iilaa qutei!
wa'iidha kan 'ayun min 'atbaeih yaetarid tariqi? wasawf yusharikunah masirahu!
MXG: Fear of what? Of that jackal? I will teach you the meaning of fear! I will teach WUK the meaning of fear! I will tear Crane to pieces!
And if any of his lackies get in my way? They will share his fate!
You think the Sheik has to worry about ‘In Da Face’? Come on, Warren. Be serious. Look at this man! He is a killer, a fucking monster! Crane has no idea what he is walking into! This man is a buzzsaw!
Graves pointed, smirking.
MXG: You know what? Crane should just forget about this match! Maybe he should just stay home and wait for something easier to come along! Maybe that clown Dominicus! That seems something more his speed, right? Because if he fucks around with my client? He is going to be hurt!
Graves turned and stomped off, and the Sheik lingered a moment longer staring at Webber. He hissed, and then spat before he stormed off after Graves. Webber nodded slowly, tugging at his collar before he shrugged.
Webber: Mr. Graves, you have made a lot of noise this week claiming that former WUK World Champion, Wesley Graves is not ready for your client the Sheik. Crane claims he has respect for him, but will defeat him in Houston.
Graves snorted, and turned to gesture at the Sheik.
MXG: My client, the Sheik doesn’t want the respect of Wesley Crane! He doesn’t want the respect of his fuck boys in the High Roller’s Club, or those sons of bitches the Anointed! The Sheik should have already had his respect!
The Sheik growled, baring his teeth as Graves continued.
MXG: But respect didn’t stop Crane from joining his buddies in robbing the Sheik of the HKW World Heavyweight Championship! It didn’t stop him from interfering in that match to protect Marty fucking Donovan! And then? He respected the Sheik so much that he didn’t say a word! Not one word when HKW brass made sure he was safe, made sure he was protected from the Sheik!
Webber nodded, keeping a close eye on the enraged Sheik. Graves lifted his cane, gesturing before Webber nodded.
Webber: So the Sheik feels that Crane has been protected from him?
Graves frowned.
MXG: Clearly, someone at XHF headquarters is a big Crane fan because I had to move heaven and earth for this match! But now I have it, and that means in Austin Texas? The Great King of Terror is going to embarrass Wesley Crane!
Webber frowned, and he considered that before he lifted the mic.
Webber: Wesley Crane is a former WUK World Heavyweight Champion, he won the Battle of Britain–
The Great King of Terror stepped closer, fingers flexing into a claw as he leaned downward. Spittle spraying as his eyes narrowed, and Graves lifted the cane to make him step back which made the Sheik frown.
MXG: And got his ass beat by Watts, and then his team of handpicked killers got defeated by a clown show in the War Games! This guy thinks he is going to beat the Sheik?
Graves laughed, shaking his head before he fell silent as the Sheik stepped forward. He shoved aside Graves, and he jabbed a finger at Webber.
The Sheik: rafieatun! tajlis watatahadathu! wataghazil nisayik watuksaa nafsak bialdhahab almasruqi! walakina alan sawf tueani ealaa yadi!
sa'ajeiluk tanzifi! sa'uealimuk 'ana hadhih al'ashya' alati tasriquha laha maenan!
Webber blinked, looking confused before he glanced at Graves. The Sheik glared at Graves, jerking his head before he jabbed a finger at Webber. Then Graves stepped forward, loosening his tie as he lifted his hands.
MXG: Crane! You sit and you talk! And you flirt with your women, and drape yourself in stolen gold! But now you will suffer at my hands!
I will make you bleed! I will teach you that these things you steal have meaning!
Webber nodded.
Webber: So you have no fear of–
The Sheik: alkhawf min madha? min dhalik abn awia? sa'uealimuk maenaa alkhufi! sa'uelim WUK maenaa alkhufi! sawf 'aqum bitamziq karin 'iilaa qutei!
wa'iidha kan 'ayun min 'atbaeih yaetarid tariqi? wasawf yusharikunah masirahu!
MXG: Fear of what? Of that jackal? I will teach you the meaning of fear! I will teach WUK the meaning of fear! I will tear Crane to pieces!
And if any of his lackies get in my way? They will share his fate!
You think the Sheik has to worry about ‘In Da Face’? Come on, Warren. Be serious. Look at this man! He is a killer, a fucking monster! Crane has no idea what he is walking into! This man is a buzzsaw!
Graves pointed, smirking.
MXG: You know what? Crane should just forget about this match! Maybe he should just stay home and wait for something easier to come along! Maybe that clown Dominicus! That seems something more his speed, right? Because if he fucks around with my client? He is going to be hurt!
Graves turned and stomped off, and the Sheik lingered a moment longer staring at Webber. He hissed, and then spat before he stormed off after Graves. Webber nodded slowly, tugging at his collar before he shrugged.
