Post by silverbaron on May 16, 2014 18:01:37 GMT -6
The Silver Baron was currently in his apartment, sleeping. It was a lonely night for him. He had actually fallen asleep on his couch, after drinking a few bottles of beer, while watching a video. But he tossed and turned on the couch, something bothering him deep within his subconscious.
Vega...
Oh Vega.....
The Silver Baron suddenly woke up, feeling sweat covering his entire body. He promptly sat up, and tried to get off the couch, only to tumble over, landing on the floor.
Silver Baron: Fuck me running!
Gladly!
The Silver Baron's senses kicked in, as he looked panicked. He quickly got up, and shook his head.
Silver Baron: What's going...No. Not now!
You can't ignore me forever Vega. Or should I say...Baron!?
Silver Baron: SHUT UP!
The Silver Baron growled for a second, before flipping over his table in rage, which caused a mess of the living room. The Silver Baron then ran to his bathroom, and quickly looked through his medicine cabinet. He found what he was looking for, and closed the cabinet.
Don't try to deny me Vega. You and I are one in the same. I'm just the part of you that will gladly fuck everything.
The Silver Baron looked up in the mirror, to see himself. Only it began to fade, as a masked being, covered in dark flames, looked directly at the Silver Baron
Silver Baron: You. You're supposed to be locked away!
Dark Vega: Yeah about that, like you have the capacity to keep me away. You see Vega, the more you feel rage, the more and more, I grow stronger. All I ask is for some freedom. Let your true nature out for a little while.
Silver Baron: Last time I did that, you nearly killed somebody I liked.
Dark Vega: You and I both know, the bitch had it coming. You were to soft to punish her!
Silver Baron: FUCK OFF!
Dark Vega; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's as I said. The more and more you try to push me away, the stronger I become. Didn't you know that? In fact, you have been acknowledging the fact, that I shouldn't be brought on.
The Silver Baron looks down. He turns on the tap, and pops a couple pills he had, before cupping his hands, filling up with water. He brought the water to his mouth, and gulped it down, which enabled him to swallow his pills.
Dark Vega: Hmph. Only a temporary crutch. Your rage will be the catalyst that brings me back to the forefront. You will be the one who lets me have some fun. In the meantime, I'll see you later.
The avatar image that was Dark Vega faded out, and all the Silver Baron saw, was his own reflection. He splashed some water on his face, before turning off the tap. He dried his face off, before heading back to the living room.
Silver Baron: Why can't that motherfucker leave me alone!
~3 hours later, the Pleasure Dome~
The Silver Baron walked into his office, promptly taking off his fedora and putting his cane down. Inspite of the fact that his darker personality had decided to pay him a visit, he looked rather okay. He poured himself a drink, and quickly drank all of it's contents down.
Suddenly, he heard a knock from the door. He sighed, and opened it. It was Nicole who was at the door, and she was just brining in some mail for him.
Silver Baron: Hey Nic'. Thanks for bringing the mail.
Nicole: Your welcome. You okay boss man?
Silver Baron: I'll...I'll be fine. Just...rough night.
Nicole: Okay. Well If you need me, I'll be around.
Silver Baron: Wait Nicole. Can you stay for a second?
Nicole: Ummm...sure I guess.
The Silver Baron smirked, as he pulled out a chair for Nicole. She quickly sat down, and he soon followed.
Silver Baron: I'm pretty sure I told you that I have MPD, right?
Nicole: It's no secret. Why?
Silver Baron: Let's just say that my other half decided to pay me a visit earlier.
Nicole: Shit. That's not good.
Silver Baron: No it's not. But he said something that I can't help but feel as if...as if it could come true. What if I decide to let him out? The fact he didn't vanish right away when I took my meds, is proof that I'm just one wrong move away from letting the shackles off. It's not like we need another incident like last night for example.
Nicole: Well, no shit. I'll be honest boss, I can't say if it's a good or bad thing. If it happens, it happens. You just got to make sure you don't get lost in it.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Thanks. You always do know what to say to put things in perspective.
Nicole: Well with you around boss...somebody has to.
Silver Baron: No kidding. Again...thanks.
Nicole: Not a problem.
Nicole got up, and walked out of the office. The Silver Baron smirked, loving the view he got. But once she was gone, he sighed, and looked at the ground. Suddenly, the Silver Baron could hear the laughter o his evil personality again.
Dark Vega: Man I'd love to fuck that girl so hard in the ass, it'll paralyze her for life!
Silver Baron: FUCK!
Dark Vega: Damn right. Now go find a fucken mirror, or a reflective surface. We need to talk. Face...to face.
Silver Baron: Not interested!
Dark Vega: Like you have much of a choice.
The Silver Baron clutched his head. He could hear the laughter in his head. He got up, and tried to walk away, but his walking was more of a sway. He sat back down, and looked at an empty bottle of whiskey that was on his desk.
Dark Vega: Much better. Now to get the obvious out of the way, the meds aren't working no more. You can blame the body on that. However, that doesn't mean you can try to ignore me. Fact is Vega, while you've been loading your body up with drugs, due to the fact you love your lifestyle, I've been watching. I know your upset about what happened on Mayhem. I also know that you really want to do more then just beat up Craven for his little spy game.
Silver Baron: What of it?!
Dark Vega: Not much. It's just that I approve. You don't need me this time for that motivation.
Silver Baron: Yeah, well you could have told me that earlier.
Dark Vega: You weren't listening. Plus there is one thing that we both have in common. We're both fucken dicks, and we love being dicks!
Silver Baron: I hate it when you're right.
Dark Vega: Well learn to live with it. But since you obviously don't like my company, I'll just repeat what I said earlier. Very soon, you will come to me willingly. With what I've seen, from Dark Camelot, to even your own crew, you will want to do more then just whoop ass and get some ass. You'll want to kill everything! Come to me when that happens, and we can finally fight as one again. Until then, keep me amused.
With that, Dark Vega's image faded out. The Silver Baron shook his head, before grabbing the whiskey bottle, and chucking it across the room. He then got up, went behind the bar, and grabbed another bottle. He opened it up, and chugged some of it down, trying to drown out his dark half. After a couple gulps, he stopped, and sighed, putting the bottle down.
Silver Baron: It may just happen still. Only as an absolute last resort. But even without you, I am more then capable of doing whatever the fuck I want!
With that, the Silver Baron began to chuckle like a madman. After a few seconds, he ceased doing so, and composed himself, though still very much a bit unhinged. Definitely the influence of his darker half
Silver Baron: Maybe I should let everyone know how mad I really am this week. My last therapist said bottling things up was not good. Shut that fucker up quickly I did.
With a slight chuckle, the Silver Baron grabbed his camera from the bar, along with a tripod. He set everything up, and then sat down, ready to record.
Silver Baron: Heh. As everyone knows, alot of shit happened on Mayhem, and it wasn't pretty. What happened, will be felt for a long time. And with that, I must ask this. What has this place come to, when some random 'evil' group that has no business anywhere, decide to show up and take my fucken spotlight?! What happened on Mayhem, was nothing short of a travesty. What happened shouldn't have. Sure, it looked like SCK was down, but I've been fucked worse, so I doubt Arsenal would have been able to wear me down enough. While I don't personally know about Skylar or Freeman, I'm certain they wouldn't have been easily defeated.
Most people would have accepted the win, but a count out win due to attention being grabbed is no way to go. The so called 'Children of Nephilim' will get their just dues, but that will be when I decide I want them to make their payment. For now, just fuck right off. Because what our paper champion did to one of you...well the comparisons will be quite evident, as I'll be fresh, not snuck up on by you assclowns, and I ain't afraid to kill a couple of cocksuckers! Don't think I'm afraid of you guys. I know the devil, and compared to him, you're only one dollar worth cultists.
The Silver Baron was glaring at the camera now, his rage almost controlling his action. But he took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down.
Silver Baron: But...I'm not as mad at them as one would think. It's WHO brought them on that bothers me the most. The actions of Aerynn Donnelly anf Jezsika Gautier brought them on, and ruined the fun time we were having. I don't need to explain what you two did, as quite frankly, I don't give a fuck. But why the fuck are you and arsenal, the LOSERS...that's right...the LOSERS, of the last show's main event, getting a title shot. It doesn't belong to them. Yet I can't help but feel as if, should the title change hands, then I'd be fine, because as far as I'm concerned, Freeman and I, the ones who have been owning your asses, like pimps do, are getting first shot.
Wanna know why? Because up until Spring Slaughter, K.I.S.S was undefeated. Guess who ended that? You're looking at one of the two men responsible for such action, and thus, it's our right to get first shot if the title changes hands.
But again, because of the actions last Mayhem's main event, jusice will be served. Jez, or Aerynn...Doesn't matter whom, next we meet, one of you will be in alot of pain. Neither of you will get no remorse from me, only a viciousness I have been trying to keep locked away, but is slowly emerging from within. All neatly wrapped up with a few strikes from the pimp hand.
The Silver Baron chuckled for a second. He ran his hands through his hair, before raising a hand infront of him.
Silver Baron: One potato, two potato, three potato, four! How many times will Baron have to smack an ungrateful WHORE?!
As he said that the Silver Baron waved his hand back and forth, like he was pimp slapping the very air around him. It's not hard to see he was likely imagining either Jeszika or Aerynn when he did that action. After a minute, he stopped, and took another deep breath.
Silver Baron: Fuck. Just what happened on Mayhem, it made me sick. How can anyone prove anything with a lame ass cult and a whiney champ just fuck things up.
But as I said, that stuff will be dealt with eventually.
Because all that aside, SCK is all in singles action. We get to show we're more then just a great stable. We all get to show why we're all future champs. But...as for whom I am facing on the next Mayhem, it's somebody who's got history with one of my girls. See, as everyone either knows, or will know, Craven has been searching for Skylar, but Skylar, for her own reasons, wishes to be kept away. A fear that follows her around, taken physical form.
I can't exactly have that, now can I?
The Silver Baron shakes his head for a second, indicating he's not going to allow Craven to continue his actions. The Silver Baron then smirked, and leaned back a bit, while grabbing his cane.
Silver Baron: So what's an amazing, studly, generous pimp like myself to do about somebody who could be troublesome to my business? Simply put, it gets taken care of, rather quickly. But what exactly is your history Craven? All I know is, for Sky, you being around is a black omen to her. A little insulting that you could be a black omen to anyone, but I suppose it's possible. Either way, it makes no difference, because I don't give a fuck! Just the fact your presence is bothering one of my employees, and just as importantly, a stablemate, is enough to warrant me bashing your skull in, corner to corner, before turning you into a shisk-kebob, with my cane!
However now...You're closing in on her. Not to surprising considering that you two do work for the same company. But the fact that you can't take a fucken hint and fuck off, stalking my employees, you've crossed a line you don't want to cross. It will be alot worse if you managed to get anyone under my employment mixed in this bullshit, and to be honest, I think you already have!
You talk about how nothing's going to stop you from getting to Skylar. Well guess what? Now you've made sure that you will become a human shisk-kebob! If you think you're somebody worth fearing, well think again! Unlike most people who talk about killing, I can, and will make it happen!
The Silver Baron is having a hard time breathing, along with glaring at the screen. His rage overtaking him again, he is trying his best to not damage anything else. But after a minute of trying to catch his breath, a mad chuckle could be heard from Silver Baron's throat.
Silver Baron: Heh. It's sad really. You've searched for somebody who clearly wants to avoid you at all costs. You've wasted your life, when you could have been something else, though I suppose now you're taking the right steps in that direction.
But here's a suggestion. If you do manage to walk away from this, why don't you come to me to ask for a little bit of her time, if she's willing? Is it because you knew that I wouldn't have, or the fact you could have been found in multiple dumpsters in various states? Both are possible outcomes, but why not give it a shot? Because maybe I get that you need to explain some things, and if it is fine with her, you can have a moment of her time, with supervision to make sure you're legitimate. Because of all we know, inspite how sincere you may look, you could easily be just as bad as her father, or worse!
So as you can see Craven, I am protective of my employees. So from a competitive standpoint, you can do all that you can to try to overcome me, just to pick up a win, but that's going to fail miserably. Even if you decide you're going to be more then just competitive, it's not going to help you at all. This week, i'm not here to compete, just to destroy!
With all this unfiltered rage that has been bubbling inside of me since Mayhem, I will be using you as a personal punching bag. Everything you saw there, including what happened in the main event, Dark Camelot, and of course, you crossing a line, the only thing you can do now, is take your beating like a man! Whatever you say, from here on out, is all predictable! From you saying she will be yours, to talking about bribing, hell to even saying my lifestyle is wrong! Everything you've said so far is the most predictable shit you could say, and yet I am expecting more of the same! Hell, you even talking about my MPD won't surprise me, it's not exactly a well kept secret!
Regardless of any of that, it will not change that you're against the wrong pimp this week. One very pissed off pimp. Because this pimp, will accept your payment...in blood!
Vega...
Oh Vega.....
The Silver Baron suddenly woke up, feeling sweat covering his entire body. He promptly sat up, and tried to get off the couch, only to tumble over, landing on the floor.
Silver Baron: Fuck me running!
Gladly!
The Silver Baron's senses kicked in, as he looked panicked. He quickly got up, and shook his head.
Silver Baron: What's going...No. Not now!
You can't ignore me forever Vega. Or should I say...Baron!?
Silver Baron: SHUT UP!
The Silver Baron growled for a second, before flipping over his table in rage, which caused a mess of the living room. The Silver Baron then ran to his bathroom, and quickly looked through his medicine cabinet. He found what he was looking for, and closed the cabinet.
Don't try to deny me Vega. You and I are one in the same. I'm just the part of you that will gladly fuck everything.
The Silver Baron looked up in the mirror, to see himself. Only it began to fade, as a masked being, covered in dark flames, looked directly at the Silver Baron
Silver Baron: You. You're supposed to be locked away!
Dark Vega: Yeah about that, like you have the capacity to keep me away. You see Vega, the more you feel rage, the more and more, I grow stronger. All I ask is for some freedom. Let your true nature out for a little while.
Silver Baron: Last time I did that, you nearly killed somebody I liked.
Dark Vega: You and I both know, the bitch had it coming. You were to soft to punish her!
Silver Baron: FUCK OFF!
Dark Vega; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It's as I said. The more and more you try to push me away, the stronger I become. Didn't you know that? In fact, you have been acknowledging the fact, that I shouldn't be brought on.
The Silver Baron looks down. He turns on the tap, and pops a couple pills he had, before cupping his hands, filling up with water. He brought the water to his mouth, and gulped it down, which enabled him to swallow his pills.
Dark Vega: Hmph. Only a temporary crutch. Your rage will be the catalyst that brings me back to the forefront. You will be the one who lets me have some fun. In the meantime, I'll see you later.
The avatar image that was Dark Vega faded out, and all the Silver Baron saw, was his own reflection. He splashed some water on his face, before turning off the tap. He dried his face off, before heading back to the living room.
Silver Baron: Why can't that motherfucker leave me alone!
~3 hours later, the Pleasure Dome~
The Silver Baron walked into his office, promptly taking off his fedora and putting his cane down. Inspite of the fact that his darker personality had decided to pay him a visit, he looked rather okay. He poured himself a drink, and quickly drank all of it's contents down.
Suddenly, he heard a knock from the door. He sighed, and opened it. It was Nicole who was at the door, and she was just brining in some mail for him.
Silver Baron: Hey Nic'. Thanks for bringing the mail.
Nicole: Your welcome. You okay boss man?
Silver Baron: I'll...I'll be fine. Just...rough night.
Nicole: Okay. Well If you need me, I'll be around.
Silver Baron: Wait Nicole. Can you stay for a second?
Nicole: Ummm...sure I guess.
The Silver Baron smirked, as he pulled out a chair for Nicole. She quickly sat down, and he soon followed.
Silver Baron: I'm pretty sure I told you that I have MPD, right?
Nicole: It's no secret. Why?
Silver Baron: Let's just say that my other half decided to pay me a visit earlier.
Nicole: Shit. That's not good.
Silver Baron: No it's not. But he said something that I can't help but feel as if...as if it could come true. What if I decide to let him out? The fact he didn't vanish right away when I took my meds, is proof that I'm just one wrong move away from letting the shackles off. It's not like we need another incident like last night for example.
Nicole: Well, no shit. I'll be honest boss, I can't say if it's a good or bad thing. If it happens, it happens. You just got to make sure you don't get lost in it.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Thanks. You always do know what to say to put things in perspective.
Nicole: Well with you around boss...somebody has to.
Silver Baron: No kidding. Again...thanks.
Nicole: Not a problem.
Nicole got up, and walked out of the office. The Silver Baron smirked, loving the view he got. But once she was gone, he sighed, and looked at the ground. Suddenly, the Silver Baron could hear the laughter o his evil personality again.
Dark Vega: Man I'd love to fuck that girl so hard in the ass, it'll paralyze her for life!
Silver Baron: FUCK!
Dark Vega: Damn right. Now go find a fucken mirror, or a reflective surface. We need to talk. Face...to face.
Silver Baron: Not interested!
Dark Vega: Like you have much of a choice.
The Silver Baron clutched his head. He could hear the laughter in his head. He got up, and tried to walk away, but his walking was more of a sway. He sat back down, and looked at an empty bottle of whiskey that was on his desk.
Dark Vega: Much better. Now to get the obvious out of the way, the meds aren't working no more. You can blame the body on that. However, that doesn't mean you can try to ignore me. Fact is Vega, while you've been loading your body up with drugs, due to the fact you love your lifestyle, I've been watching. I know your upset about what happened on Mayhem. I also know that you really want to do more then just beat up Craven for his little spy game.
Silver Baron: What of it?!
Dark Vega: Not much. It's just that I approve. You don't need me this time for that motivation.
Silver Baron: Yeah, well you could have told me that earlier.
Dark Vega: You weren't listening. Plus there is one thing that we both have in common. We're both fucken dicks, and we love being dicks!
Silver Baron: I hate it when you're right.
Dark Vega: Well learn to live with it. But since you obviously don't like my company, I'll just repeat what I said earlier. Very soon, you will come to me willingly. With what I've seen, from Dark Camelot, to even your own crew, you will want to do more then just whoop ass and get some ass. You'll want to kill everything! Come to me when that happens, and we can finally fight as one again. Until then, keep me amused.
With that, Dark Vega's image faded out. The Silver Baron shook his head, before grabbing the whiskey bottle, and chucking it across the room. He then got up, went behind the bar, and grabbed another bottle. He opened it up, and chugged some of it down, trying to drown out his dark half. After a couple gulps, he stopped, and sighed, putting the bottle down.
Silver Baron: It may just happen still. Only as an absolute last resort. But even without you, I am more then capable of doing whatever the fuck I want!
With that, the Silver Baron began to chuckle like a madman. After a few seconds, he ceased doing so, and composed himself, though still very much a bit unhinged. Definitely the influence of his darker half
Silver Baron: Maybe I should let everyone know how mad I really am this week. My last therapist said bottling things up was not good. Shut that fucker up quickly I did.
With a slight chuckle, the Silver Baron grabbed his camera from the bar, along with a tripod. He set everything up, and then sat down, ready to record.
Silver Baron: Heh. As everyone knows, alot of shit happened on Mayhem, and it wasn't pretty. What happened, will be felt for a long time. And with that, I must ask this. What has this place come to, when some random 'evil' group that has no business anywhere, decide to show up and take my fucken spotlight?! What happened on Mayhem, was nothing short of a travesty. What happened shouldn't have. Sure, it looked like SCK was down, but I've been fucked worse, so I doubt Arsenal would have been able to wear me down enough. While I don't personally know about Skylar or Freeman, I'm certain they wouldn't have been easily defeated.
Most people would have accepted the win, but a count out win due to attention being grabbed is no way to go. The so called 'Children of Nephilim' will get their just dues, but that will be when I decide I want them to make their payment. For now, just fuck right off. Because what our paper champion did to one of you...well the comparisons will be quite evident, as I'll be fresh, not snuck up on by you assclowns, and I ain't afraid to kill a couple of cocksuckers! Don't think I'm afraid of you guys. I know the devil, and compared to him, you're only one dollar worth cultists.
The Silver Baron was glaring at the camera now, his rage almost controlling his action. But he took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down.
Silver Baron: But...I'm not as mad at them as one would think. It's WHO brought them on that bothers me the most. The actions of Aerynn Donnelly anf Jezsika Gautier brought them on, and ruined the fun time we were having. I don't need to explain what you two did, as quite frankly, I don't give a fuck. But why the fuck are you and arsenal, the LOSERS...that's right...the LOSERS, of the last show's main event, getting a title shot. It doesn't belong to them. Yet I can't help but feel as if, should the title change hands, then I'd be fine, because as far as I'm concerned, Freeman and I, the ones who have been owning your asses, like pimps do, are getting first shot.
Wanna know why? Because up until Spring Slaughter, K.I.S.S was undefeated. Guess who ended that? You're looking at one of the two men responsible for such action, and thus, it's our right to get first shot if the title changes hands.
But again, because of the actions last Mayhem's main event, jusice will be served. Jez, or Aerynn...Doesn't matter whom, next we meet, one of you will be in alot of pain. Neither of you will get no remorse from me, only a viciousness I have been trying to keep locked away, but is slowly emerging from within. All neatly wrapped up with a few strikes from the pimp hand.
The Silver Baron chuckled for a second. He ran his hands through his hair, before raising a hand infront of him.
Silver Baron: One potato, two potato, three potato, four! How many times will Baron have to smack an ungrateful WHORE?!
As he said that the Silver Baron waved his hand back and forth, like he was pimp slapping the very air around him. It's not hard to see he was likely imagining either Jeszika or Aerynn when he did that action. After a minute, he stopped, and took another deep breath.
Silver Baron: Fuck. Just what happened on Mayhem, it made me sick. How can anyone prove anything with a lame ass cult and a whiney champ just fuck things up.
But as I said, that stuff will be dealt with eventually.
Because all that aside, SCK is all in singles action. We get to show we're more then just a great stable. We all get to show why we're all future champs. But...as for whom I am facing on the next Mayhem, it's somebody who's got history with one of my girls. See, as everyone either knows, or will know, Craven has been searching for Skylar, but Skylar, for her own reasons, wishes to be kept away. A fear that follows her around, taken physical form.
I can't exactly have that, now can I?
The Silver Baron shakes his head for a second, indicating he's not going to allow Craven to continue his actions. The Silver Baron then smirked, and leaned back a bit, while grabbing his cane.
Silver Baron: So what's an amazing, studly, generous pimp like myself to do about somebody who could be troublesome to my business? Simply put, it gets taken care of, rather quickly. But what exactly is your history Craven? All I know is, for Sky, you being around is a black omen to her. A little insulting that you could be a black omen to anyone, but I suppose it's possible. Either way, it makes no difference, because I don't give a fuck! Just the fact your presence is bothering one of my employees, and just as importantly, a stablemate, is enough to warrant me bashing your skull in, corner to corner, before turning you into a shisk-kebob, with my cane!
However now...You're closing in on her. Not to surprising considering that you two do work for the same company. But the fact that you can't take a fucken hint and fuck off, stalking my employees, you've crossed a line you don't want to cross. It will be alot worse if you managed to get anyone under my employment mixed in this bullshit, and to be honest, I think you already have!
You talk about how nothing's going to stop you from getting to Skylar. Well guess what? Now you've made sure that you will become a human shisk-kebob! If you think you're somebody worth fearing, well think again! Unlike most people who talk about killing, I can, and will make it happen!
The Silver Baron is having a hard time breathing, along with glaring at the screen. His rage overtaking him again, he is trying his best to not damage anything else. But after a minute of trying to catch his breath, a mad chuckle could be heard from Silver Baron's throat.
Silver Baron: Heh. It's sad really. You've searched for somebody who clearly wants to avoid you at all costs. You've wasted your life, when you could have been something else, though I suppose now you're taking the right steps in that direction.
But here's a suggestion. If you do manage to walk away from this, why don't you come to me to ask for a little bit of her time, if she's willing? Is it because you knew that I wouldn't have, or the fact you could have been found in multiple dumpsters in various states? Both are possible outcomes, but why not give it a shot? Because maybe I get that you need to explain some things, and if it is fine with her, you can have a moment of her time, with supervision to make sure you're legitimate. Because of all we know, inspite how sincere you may look, you could easily be just as bad as her father, or worse!
So as you can see Craven, I am protective of my employees. So from a competitive standpoint, you can do all that you can to try to overcome me, just to pick up a win, but that's going to fail miserably. Even if you decide you're going to be more then just competitive, it's not going to help you at all. This week, i'm not here to compete, just to destroy!
With all this unfiltered rage that has been bubbling inside of me since Mayhem, I will be using you as a personal punching bag. Everything you saw there, including what happened in the main event, Dark Camelot, and of course, you crossing a line, the only thing you can do now, is take your beating like a man! Whatever you say, from here on out, is all predictable! From you saying she will be yours, to talking about bribing, hell to even saying my lifestyle is wrong! Everything you've said so far is the most predictable shit you could say, and yet I am expecting more of the same! Hell, you even talking about my MPD won't surprise me, it's not exactly a well kept secret!
Regardless of any of that, it will not change that you're against the wrong pimp this week. One very pissed off pimp. Because this pimp, will accept your payment...in blood!
