The Last Mistake [RP #1]
Apr 15, 2024 12:39:46 GMT -5
flo and "The High Roller" Wesley Crane like this
Post by The Sheik on Apr 15, 2024 12:39:46 GMT -5
Graves stared at Archie Rude, and he frowned slightly before he lifted a hand to motion him away. Rude looked annoyed, and started to say something before he fell silent under the dark and menacing gaze of the Sheik. He stepped back, heading away as Graves looked after him muttering under his breath before he reached up to pull off his shades.
He shoved them inside of his jacket, and he ripped the mic from the hands of the intern.
MXG: If this is the best WUK can come up with? Wormwood is going to need more money to sign us! This is a shitshow! Seriously, can someone be fucking professional?
Graves scowled, and then he tugged at his tie before he looked at the camera. The Sheik scowled, and said nothing.
MXG: So here we are once more in Wrestle:UK, a place were the Sheik is appreciated! And what’s more? Is it one more chance, one more opportunity for my client to get his hands on that overrated hack who thinks he is a fighter! And I do mean Kalmin Watts!
Watts comes in here like some kind of jackal, some kind of hyena, and he scavenges opportunities! He gets handed things that should be handed to the greatest combat athlete in the XHF!
He steals from the table of the Sheik!
Graves gestured to the Sheik, and the man glared at the camera. A hand lifting to ball into a fist, his teeth bared as he snarled. And Graves continued, absently undoing the button of his jacket as he stepped away from the Great King of Terror.
MXG: So when Crane called me, and asked for the Sheik to come to Australia! He asked the Sheik to teach Watts a lesson! No problem, no fucking problem because it is time that the XHF learned that the Sheik! The Sheik not a flash in the pan rookie like Watts should have faced the HKW World Champion!
And even better?
This is a fight, Watts! This is a fight! This isn’t a match! There no rules, there are weapons, and in that kind of match? Well, young boy? That is where the Sheik lives!
So if there is anything left of you after this match to crawl into Dominion? Crane is welcome to it!
But for now?
Graves lifted his cane, and he tapped it against the scarred chest of the Great King of Terror. A grin, and he adjusted his jacket.
MXG: Your ass, Okie? Belongs to the Sheik!
The Sheik growled, swatting aside the cane before he stepped forward. His eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth as he lifted his taped hands to form into claws as he started to speak. Spittle spraying from his lips, and he gestured angrily.
The Sheik: wats! laqad suriqt miniy min qabl! hal 'akhadht ma kan yanbaghi 'an yakun li?
lakin alan sa'adeuk dakhil alqifasi, wasa'adeuk taht rahmati! lan yakun hunak 'ahada, wala 'ahad yastatie 'an yunqidhak maniy! sawf 'umaziquka!
He gestured at Graves, who nodded before he cleared his throat.
MXG: My client says this:
Watts! You have stolen from me before!You have taken what should have been mine?
But now I will have you inside a cage, I will have you at my mercy! There will be no one, no one who can save you from me!
I will tear you apart!
You see, Kalmin? The Sheik has not forgotten you! And so inside that cage in Melbourne? The Sheik will prove once and for all, that HKW brass are in fact the biggest fucking idiots in the entire XHF! When he loves you bloodied and battered!
What are you going to do when the Sheik lays a singapore cane across your back? What are you going to do when the Great King of Terror drags you across the steel walls! When you are choking and blind on your own blood, what do you think you are going to do?
NOTHING!
That’s what!
Graves laughed, and he shook his head. And then he shrugged, glancing at the still glowering Sheik whose scarred chest was heaving as he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Graves tapped his cane, and smirked.
MXG: Get your affairs in order, Watts! Because if you show up in Melbourne? It will be your last fucking mistake!
He shoved them inside of his jacket, and he ripped the mic from the hands of the intern.
MXG: If this is the best WUK can come up with? Wormwood is going to need more money to sign us! This is a shitshow! Seriously, can someone be fucking professional?
Graves scowled, and then he tugged at his tie before he looked at the camera. The Sheik scowled, and said nothing.
MXG: So here we are once more in Wrestle:UK, a place were the Sheik is appreciated! And what’s more? Is it one more chance, one more opportunity for my client to get his hands on that overrated hack who thinks he is a fighter! And I do mean Kalmin Watts!
Watts comes in here like some kind of jackal, some kind of hyena, and he scavenges opportunities! He gets handed things that should be handed to the greatest combat athlete in the XHF!
He steals from the table of the Sheik!
Graves gestured to the Sheik, and the man glared at the camera. A hand lifting to ball into a fist, his teeth bared as he snarled. And Graves continued, absently undoing the button of his jacket as he stepped away from the Great King of Terror.
MXG: So when Crane called me, and asked for the Sheik to come to Australia! He asked the Sheik to teach Watts a lesson! No problem, no fucking problem because it is time that the XHF learned that the Sheik! The Sheik not a flash in the pan rookie like Watts should have faced the HKW World Champion!
And even better?
This is a fight, Watts! This is a fight! This isn’t a match! There no rules, there are weapons, and in that kind of match? Well, young boy? That is where the Sheik lives!
So if there is anything left of you after this match to crawl into Dominion? Crane is welcome to it!
But for now?
Graves lifted his cane, and he tapped it against the scarred chest of the Great King of Terror. A grin, and he adjusted his jacket.
MXG: Your ass, Okie? Belongs to the Sheik!
The Sheik growled, swatting aside the cane before he stepped forward. His eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth as he lifted his taped hands to form into claws as he started to speak. Spittle spraying from his lips, and he gestured angrily.
The Sheik: wats! laqad suriqt miniy min qabl! hal 'akhadht ma kan yanbaghi 'an yakun li?
lakin alan sa'adeuk dakhil alqifasi, wasa'adeuk taht rahmati! lan yakun hunak 'ahada, wala 'ahad yastatie 'an yunqidhak maniy! sawf 'umaziquka!
He gestured at Graves, who nodded before he cleared his throat.
MXG: My client says this:
Watts! You have stolen from me before!You have taken what should have been mine?
But now I will have you inside a cage, I will have you at my mercy! There will be no one, no one who can save you from me!
I will tear you apart!
You see, Kalmin? The Sheik has not forgotten you! And so inside that cage in Melbourne? The Sheik will prove once and for all, that HKW brass are in fact the biggest fucking idiots in the entire XHF! When he loves you bloodied and battered!
What are you going to do when the Sheik lays a singapore cane across your back? What are you going to do when the Great King of Terror drags you across the steel walls! When you are choking and blind on your own blood, what do you think you are going to do?
NOTHING!
That’s what!
Graves laughed, and he shook his head. And then he shrugged, glancing at the still glowering Sheik whose scarred chest was heaving as he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Graves tapped his cane, and smirked.
MXG: Get your affairs in order, Watts! Because if you show up in Melbourne? It will be your last fucking mistake!
