Post by The Sheik on Jul 13, 2024 10:24:15 GMT -5
Malcolm Xavier Graves stood outside of the arena, yelling into his cellphone before he turned it off before turning as he tucked it inside of his jacket. He frowned, and tugged on his lapels before he stopped as he saw Mister Blood approaching being pushed in his wheelchair by his nephew.
A trio of security guards surrounded them, and the old man glared before he jabbed an angry finger.
Mr. Blood: What the fuck was that? We never discussed you and your client interfering in my main event!
Graves shrugged, and tugged off his shades.
MXG: My man, the Sheik wants gold.
Blood sneered, and he leaned back with a nod as he glanced at his nephew.
Mr. Blood: And Kasper wants revenge, and she has demanded a match against your client at Revolution! I already talked to Valentine.
Graves frowned, and he tucked his shades inside of his jacket before he smoothed his tie. The cunning manager leaned on his cane, and then snorted.
MXG: Her fucking funeral! You think my client is afraid of Kasper Van Zant? You think the greatest combat athlete in the entire XHF! A man who has faced the very best in this business, a man who has won multiple championships is afraid of the daughter of some broken down old has been?
Please, my man. Stop.
Blood grunted, and he leaned forward.
Mr. Blood: On the chance, your client beats Lord Dominicus in Manchester? That match will be for the WUK Heavyweight Championship.
Graves smirked.
MXG: Bet. My client would love that, and when he is done with them? He’ll settle his score with that piece of shit Crane, believe that!
Tony Blood frowned slightly, looking nervous as his hand lifted to tug at his collar. Then he leaned down to whisper in the ear of his uncle. Mister Blood nodded, and he turned back to Graves with a shug of his own.
Mr. Blood: Good. And since this is Revolution, as my nephew has pointed out? The fans will pick the stipulations.
Graves frowned, he didn’t like that at all. But he recovered with a shrug, lifting the cane to tap it against the ground before he tucked it around his arm. A shrug, and he started to walk off before he paused to look back at them.
His eyes narrowed on Tony Blood, and he shrugged.
MXG: You think the Sheik gives a fuck about stipulations? Kasper Van Zant wants to call down the thunder? Well, she fucking got it.
He walked off, and Mister Blood watched him with a shake of his head.
A trio of security guards surrounded them, and the old man glared before he jabbed an angry finger.
Mr. Blood: What the fuck was that? We never discussed you and your client interfering in my main event!
Graves shrugged, and tugged off his shades.
MXG: My man, the Sheik wants gold.
Blood sneered, and he leaned back with a nod as he glanced at his nephew.
Mr. Blood: And Kasper wants revenge, and she has demanded a match against your client at Revolution! I already talked to Valentine.
Graves frowned, and he tucked his shades inside of his jacket before he smoothed his tie. The cunning manager leaned on his cane, and then snorted.
MXG: Her fucking funeral! You think my client is afraid of Kasper Van Zant? You think the greatest combat athlete in the entire XHF! A man who has faced the very best in this business, a man who has won multiple championships is afraid of the daughter of some broken down old has been?
Please, my man. Stop.
Blood grunted, and he leaned forward.
Mr. Blood: On the chance, your client beats Lord Dominicus in Manchester? That match will be for the WUK Heavyweight Championship.
Graves smirked.
MXG: Bet. My client would love that, and when he is done with them? He’ll settle his score with that piece of shit Crane, believe that!
Tony Blood frowned slightly, looking nervous as his hand lifted to tug at his collar. Then he leaned down to whisper in the ear of his uncle. Mister Blood nodded, and he turned back to Graves with a shug of his own.
Mr. Blood: Good. And since this is Revolution, as my nephew has pointed out? The fans will pick the stipulations.
Graves frowned, he didn’t like that at all. But he recovered with a shrug, lifting the cane to tap it against the ground before he tucked it around his arm. A shrug, and he started to walk off before he paused to look back at them.
His eyes narrowed on Tony Blood, and he shrugged.
MXG: You think the Sheik gives a fuck about stipulations? Kasper Van Zant wants to call down the thunder? Well, she fucking got it.
He walked off, and Mister Blood watched him with a shake of his head.
