Post by The Sheik on Jan 22, 2024 12:49:58 GMT -5
Inside the dimly lit smoke filled pool hall, the gathered thugs and henchmen of Capone’s gang gathered. They were shooting pool, drinking, and of course planning their attack. They muttered together, laughing and joking as their boss looked on with a smirk. His arm around the waist of a girl clad in a too tight dress as the bass thumped in the smoky air. And then they all looked up as the door banged open, and into the room wearing a finely tailored black suit was the man known as Malcolm Xavier Graves.
The Wildcats all stared at him, a few of them pushing back from the pool table. A few growled, smacking their pool cues against their palms as they moved outward. The boss pushed the girl back, and leaned forward with a smirk as Graves moved closer. He tapped his cane against the floor, shrugging back his coat before he absently reached up to pull off his shades.
MXG: Ah, this takes me back. What a dump.
Boss: Yeah. that’s it. Just keep pushing. You’re in a dangerous place, old man. Your boys might have to walk into Supremacy without you.
Graves snorted, and he lifted a hand to wipe at his beard before he shrugged.
MXG: My man, save it. I have been hearing your bullshit my whole life. I ain’t scared of nothing your boys got.
The thugs growled, and stepped closer before Graves tsked. And then the door actually burst open, and the Great King of Terror stalked into the room. They all jerked backwards as the dark wild eyes of the Sheik swept over them, his jaw clenched as he bared his teeth in a savage snarl. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, and he spat as he glared around him. His chest was bared in the hazy light covered with scars and corded muscle as it moved with every breath as he lifted a hand to twist his fingers into claws.
Graves stared at him, then looked back to the boss as he scooped up a pool ball.
MXG: Now I am really not worried at all, do you know what the Sheik will do these fucks? Which is why the entire pack of you should stay the fuck home at Supremacy. This man is a killer, he will murder every single one of you who gets in his way.
Graves tossed the ball back down, rolling it across the table as the Sheik grabbed a pool cue. He looked at it, nodding slowly before he snapped it in half across his knee. The gang grumbled, but jerked backwards as he flung the narrow end aside. The heavy end clutched on his hand like a club as he nodded with approval, eyes narrowed on the men around him.
MXG: You think the Sheik is scared of a fucking gang? Of some goddamned thugs? If your boss thinks that? You’re all kinds of fucked up. The Sheik has been fighting thugs and cronies like you his entire life. Jumped up bullies who think you’re tough because you prey on people too scared to fight back.
Who think you’re bad asses because there are always more of you. You’re clowns, and the Sheik?
You’re just meat to him.
Boss: Yeah, Wildcat told us you’d come in here talking shit. But I don’t think your boy looks all that hard.
At that word one of the gang members pulled a knife from inside of his jacket, and he leapt for the back of the Sheik without a word. Graves blinked but before he could say anything the Sheik grabbed the man’s wrist with a snap, ripping him forward to crack his head against the side of the pool table. He went limp, and the Sheik tossed him aside before he held up the knife with a sneer.
The boss yelled, and the gang members leapt towards the Sheik with curses. But the most dangerous men in the HKW said nothing, the knife slashes outward blood spraying as one of the gang members spun. The pool cue moved in the other, cracking across another’s face with a snap of broken bone. Pieces of teeth flew across the air, and the Sheik ducked low as another flew across his back.
He roared upwards, the knife stabbing into one’s shoulder before he left it behind before the club cracked outward. Gang members toppled around him in a sudden panic, and he howled and spat in arabic as Graves laughed as he stepped back from the mess towards the boss.
The Sheik was tossing men around, throwing them across pool tables and over the bar. They were soon all in a heap, except for one he had by the throat with his fingers hooked like claws under his chin. The man grabbed at his scarred arm, and wheezed as his eyes bulged before the Sheik turned to glare at the boss.
The Sheik: 'akhbir Wildcat 'ana rijalah la yastatieun 'iidhayiy. 'akhbarah 'ana jayshah kalghubar 'amam malik al'iirhab aleazimi!
'ana qadim min 'ajlihi, wasawf yadfae thaman jarayimihi. sa'ueaqibuh ealaa ma faealahu.
sa'ajealuh yueani.
The boss blinked, and he looked panicked to Graves as Sheik tossed the men aside. His eyes wild as he turned to face Wildcat’s minion. He spat, and stepped closer as he twitched his shoulders before he jabbed an angry finger.
MXG: The Sheik says:
Tell Wildcat that his men can not harm me. Tell him that his army is as dust before the Great King of Terror!
I am coming for him, and he will pay for his crimes. I will punish him for the things has done.
I will make him suffer.
The Sheik stared hard at the boss, and then he turned to stalk off. The boss blinked, and he grabbed Graves before he stopped short as the man had a large caliber pistol pressed against his chest. Graves cocked the hammer, and a brow lifted as he dug out his shades.
MXG: Tell your boss we will see him at Supremacy, kid.
The Wildcats all stared at him, a few of them pushing back from the pool table. A few growled, smacking their pool cues against their palms as they moved outward. The boss pushed the girl back, and leaned forward with a smirk as Graves moved closer. He tapped his cane against the floor, shrugging back his coat before he absently reached up to pull off his shades.
MXG: Ah, this takes me back. What a dump.
Boss: Yeah. that’s it. Just keep pushing. You’re in a dangerous place, old man. Your boys might have to walk into Supremacy without you.
Graves snorted, and he lifted a hand to wipe at his beard before he shrugged.
MXG: My man, save it. I have been hearing your bullshit my whole life. I ain’t scared of nothing your boys got.
The thugs growled, and stepped closer before Graves tsked. And then the door actually burst open, and the Great King of Terror stalked into the room. They all jerked backwards as the dark wild eyes of the Sheik swept over them, his jaw clenched as he bared his teeth in a savage snarl. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, and he spat as he glared around him. His chest was bared in the hazy light covered with scars and corded muscle as it moved with every breath as he lifted a hand to twist his fingers into claws.
Graves stared at him, then looked back to the boss as he scooped up a pool ball.
MXG: Now I am really not worried at all, do you know what the Sheik will do these fucks? Which is why the entire pack of you should stay the fuck home at Supremacy. This man is a killer, he will murder every single one of you who gets in his way.
Graves tossed the ball back down, rolling it across the table as the Sheik grabbed a pool cue. He looked at it, nodding slowly before he snapped it in half across his knee. The gang grumbled, but jerked backwards as he flung the narrow end aside. The heavy end clutched on his hand like a club as he nodded with approval, eyes narrowed on the men around him.
MXG: You think the Sheik is scared of a fucking gang? Of some goddamned thugs? If your boss thinks that? You’re all kinds of fucked up. The Sheik has been fighting thugs and cronies like you his entire life. Jumped up bullies who think you’re tough because you prey on people too scared to fight back.
Who think you’re bad asses because there are always more of you. You’re clowns, and the Sheik?
You’re just meat to him.
Boss: Yeah, Wildcat told us you’d come in here talking shit. But I don’t think your boy looks all that hard.
At that word one of the gang members pulled a knife from inside of his jacket, and he leapt for the back of the Sheik without a word. Graves blinked but before he could say anything the Sheik grabbed the man’s wrist with a snap, ripping him forward to crack his head against the side of the pool table. He went limp, and the Sheik tossed him aside before he held up the knife with a sneer.
The boss yelled, and the gang members leapt towards the Sheik with curses. But the most dangerous men in the HKW said nothing, the knife slashes outward blood spraying as one of the gang members spun. The pool cue moved in the other, cracking across another’s face with a snap of broken bone. Pieces of teeth flew across the air, and the Sheik ducked low as another flew across his back.
He roared upwards, the knife stabbing into one’s shoulder before he left it behind before the club cracked outward. Gang members toppled around him in a sudden panic, and he howled and spat in arabic as Graves laughed as he stepped back from the mess towards the boss.
The Sheik was tossing men around, throwing them across pool tables and over the bar. They were soon all in a heap, except for one he had by the throat with his fingers hooked like claws under his chin. The man grabbed at his scarred arm, and wheezed as his eyes bulged before the Sheik turned to glare at the boss.
The Sheik: 'akhbir Wildcat 'ana rijalah la yastatieun 'iidhayiy. 'akhbarah 'ana jayshah kalghubar 'amam malik al'iirhab aleazimi!
'ana qadim min 'ajlihi, wasawf yadfae thaman jarayimihi. sa'ueaqibuh ealaa ma faealahu.
sa'ajealuh yueani.
The boss blinked, and he looked panicked to Graves as Sheik tossed the men aside. His eyes wild as he turned to face Wildcat’s minion. He spat, and stepped closer as he twitched his shoulders before he jabbed an angry finger.
MXG: The Sheik says:
Tell Wildcat that his men can not harm me. Tell him that his army is as dust before the Great King of Terror!
I am coming for him, and he will pay for his crimes. I will punish him for the things has done.
I will make him suffer.
The Sheik stared hard at the boss, and then he turned to stalk off. The boss blinked, and he grabbed Graves before he stopped short as the man had a large caliber pistol pressed against his chest. Graves cocked the hammer, and a brow lifted as he dug out his shades.
MXG: Tell your boss we will see him at Supremacy, kid.
