Post by silverbaron on Jun 13, 2014 11:44:35 GMT -6
The Silver Baron was overlooking the pleasure dome, on a rather active night. Many people had come in to participate in watching the shows, or ordering up some perverse business. A normal night, especially on the weekend. Yet The Silver Baron didn't seem to be in a good mood.
Silver Baron: Hmph. Shouldn't be surprised that everyone believes I'm just putting on an act as a gimmicky defence mechanism or some shit like that. If only it were that simple.
The Silver Baron could hear Oblivion's chuckling in his mind. He paid no mind to it, as he took a massive swig from his beer bottle, and had another look around the room. He then spotted one of his former opponents, in Warrick Craven, sitting down, enjoying a show. He then remembered that it was Skylar's set right now, so he wasn't to surprised.
Silver Baron: Hmmm. You have been coming around here alot lately, haven't you Craven. I know you like to be around your girl, but even so, you might as well make yourself useful.
It was then, that the Silver Baron felt a pair of slender arms tenderly wrap themselves around him. Just by what had happened, it lightened up his mood up, as he managed to turn around, and kiss the one who did so, which he knew was Nicole.
Silver Baron: Nicole-baby. What can I help you with?
Nicole: I'm fine, but you're talking to yourself again. Oblivion bothering you?
Silver Baron: No more then usual. I'm just musing I guess.
Nicole: You guess?
Silver Baron: Yeah. Just so many things happening at once, and so many haters. Amusing that they all jump to conclusions about somebody if you show them just a bit of something out of the ordinary.
Nicole: Oh. Well if it's about Oblivion, then yeah I can see why. I almost did myself, but I chose to see for myself.
Silver Baron: Wise choice. But enough about that hemroid on my soul, I'd much rather focus on what I see before me.
Silver Baron had another look over Nicole. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt, and a tight pink plaid tube top that barely contained her boobs. She even turned around, and gave Baron a slight wiggle, just for him.
Silver Baron: It's just to bad that I won't be removing every article of clothing off of you myself, as I know you're in for a busy night. But even still, the three of us approve.
Nicole: Oh don't tell me, there's another one.
Silver Baron: Oh trust me, there isn't. I was referring to something else.
Nicole was confused, but only for a second. She smirked, and rubbed up against her pimp, just for a second, teasing him, further arousing the baron.
Nicole: Oh I understand now.
Silver Baron: Indeed. Now while I'd love to be here all night with an embodiment of sex, I am afraid we both have business to attend to.
Nicole: It's sad. I can't help it if I am as you said, an embodiment of sex. But, I thought you weren't busy. You finally managed to get the strip bus all cleaned up from the last big thing that happened.
Silver Baron: Yeah true, but there is somebody here that has caught my eye. So I ask that you get him. Namely that of Craven.
Nicole: The guy who was stalking Skylar? Okay you seriously need to tell me what I missed. What's happened?
Silver Baron: The main reason Skylar avoided Craven was due to her abusive dolt of a father might have followed. But there is no chance of that happening, and she knows now. Right now, he is a potential distraction. But I think I can work this to my favor.
Nicole: Alright. I'll go and get him. Have him meet you in your office?
Silver Baron: Yes. That will do.
The Silver Baron pointed Craven out, as Skylar's set ended. Nicole immediately got down to retrieve Craven. While she did that, the Silver Baron went into his office, and lit up a cigarette. He sat down, and looked at a small desk mirror he kept there, seeing Oblivion come into view.
Oblivion: Finally. I have your attention. You know, I don't get why you insist we don't talk if we're not alone, and don't have a mirror. If it's because you don't want people to think you're crazy, well wake the fuck up. You got me living inside your skull. You sir, are very much a crazy motherfucker!
Silver Baron: Oh fuck off Oblivion.
Oblivion: And another thing. I am not a fucken hemroid!
Silver Baron: No shit. You're more like cancer.
Oblivion: That's better.
Silver Baron: What do you want now?
Oblivion: Oh the usual. Seeing what's going on, plotting and planning stuff, and whatnot.
Silver Baron: Is it about how Stalker should suffer?
Oblivion: Indeed. I'm thinking we target his daughter. What better way to make him suffer, then go after the subject which really started it all. Plus you know, targeting the heart is best way to bring somebody down. Ain't I right Vega?
Silver Baron: As much as I hate to say it, you are right.
Oblivion: Naturally. And when we do go after her... Oh the things I could do to her to make Stalker suffer. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Silver Baron: ENOUGH! I know your perverse mind, and it's not happening. You know I'm against that.
Oblivion: Heh. Of course you'd jump to that conclusion. I'm not ruling it out though. Been a while for me anyways. But regardless, there was one last thing I wanted to mention before your meeting.
Silver Baron: Oh do tell.
Oblivion: You already had your words for Kyle Travis. This time, I'd like to say a few things myself.
Silver Baron: That was it? Could have waited. Either way, you most certainly can. Now, I see Craven about to enter, so get the fuck out.
Oblivion: Yes sir, oh great Baron sir.
The Silver Baron rolled his eyes at Oblivion's sarcasm. He took another puff of his cigarette, as Craven entered, and sat down at the desk, and not at the bar.
Craven: What do you want? Everything's already been sorted out, Baron.
Silver Baron: I know. Freeman's told me everything, and I've seen the result. A somewhat tragic love story getting a good ending at this point. As it is though, I see you're hanging around here often. Not that I blame you, as this is the place to be, and your girl certainly fits in perfectly. Cigarette?
Craven: Perhaps. And sure, why not.
The Silver Baron took out a cigarette from his pack on the table, and handed it to Craven, before lighting it up for him.
Silver Baron: But there is something else. See Craven, while you hanging out here is all fine and dandy, it's not all that productive, and also potentially distracting. Not so much here in the dome itself, but in UWA.
Craven: How so? All I am going to do is spend alot of time with Skylar.
Silver Baron: That's the point. You will be spending time with her. Now as you know, she is an actual Sin City Knight. I could have easily been a dick and let her just be a stripper, and refuse to associate with her outside. But as you know, she's a sweet and very talented girl, and not just on poles, if you know what I'm saying, eh?
Craven smirked, as he got the idea. The two men both took a puff on their cigarettes, before the Silver Baron continued talking.
Silver Baron: Now being that she is a stablemate, I do care about her success. Maybe one day, she might not have to work in this brothel anymore, but that might not stop her from doing so. However, with you hanging around her, there is potential risk that you might be distracting, and whatnot. However, I see something else in you that can be used. A deadly edge.
Craven: Oh, about what I did to her father? Bastard deserved it.
Silver Baron: I won't say he didn't, because he certainly did. The fact you did it shows that when pushed, you can be deadly. I want to take advantage of that.
Craven: Coming from somebody I faced before, why should I believe you?
Silver Baron: You have a good point. Regardless I'm making you the offer. I want you to be part of SCK.
Craven was surprised at the Silver Baron's offer. He looked around, confused as to why, aside from being close to Skylar on a more regular basis.
Silver Baron: This offer isn't as simple as that though.
Craven: Figures. What exactly do you want, Mr. Baron?
Silver Baron: Oh it's simple really. You just have to prove a reason why you should be part of SCK. Your drive and persistence isn't in question, as we all know it's very strong. However, you need to show why you can be a dangerous individual. Show us something to prove that, whether or not the fans agree with it, you can roll with us. While we're about having a good time, we're also about domination, especially to those, who dare think they can bring us down.
Craven: Hmmmm. Well I can certainly think about it. I wont guarantee I'll take up that offer. However, is there anything specific you want me to do?
Silver Baron: Nope. If you do decide, which I highly recommend, I'm sure you'll figure out what needs to be done.
The Silver Baron smirked. Suddenly, he felt a headache coming on, only to vanish. It repeated for a few seconds. He knew that this was Oblivion telling him to hurry up.
Craven: Alright then. Well, is that everything?
Silver Baron: For now. Now go out and enjoy the dome. Afterall, we have many of the delights and some treasures, of the Mojave, all right here.
Craven smirked, and got up. They were both done their cigarettes, so they butted them out. Craven then walked out, and Silver Baron pounded his desk.
Silver Baron: Can't you fucken wait!
He saw Oblivion in his mirror again, chuckling, but also with an annoyed look in his eyes. Clearly, Oblivion had grown rather impatient in waiting.
Oblivion: Not really. Now grab the mask, set up the fucken camcorder, and let me talk.
Silver Baron: Fine. If it makes you happy, let's do this.
Oblivion: I knew you'd see things my way. You always do.
The Silver Baron sighed, and with a great deal of reluctance, he set up the camcorder up, pointing at the bar, and slipped on the mask.
Oblivion: You should know better then to ignore me Vega.
Oblivion chuckled again, as he grabbed a beer, and then pressed record on the camcorder, ready to share his thoughts.
Oblivion: You know, I've let 'Baron' do alot of the talking thus far. He was right to warn everyone about me, because I am one of the more sick and twisted sumbitches in this world. I'm not one of those beings who feel as if they have to satisfy certain urges, or in some cases, spread a message. Me, I cause anarchy, fear, and violence, just because I feel like it. Why should I need a reason to have fun?
Oblivion sat down on one the bar stools, and chuckled for a minute. He was showing that, while the Silver Baron was eccentric, Oblivion himself loves causing all sorts of chaos.
Oblivion: It's funny though. With our upcoming match, we're facing one of the two champion in UWA, in Kyle Travis, and yet, we don't feel threatened by his predictable, bland sorry ass. Hell, we saw him trying to be somebody that was the total opposite, and really, it was a terrible performance.
But onto the matter at hand. I know that Baron tried to get Kyle to say something different about us, and the match at hand. To say something that isn't obvious to both of us, and the entire fucken world! And what does Mr. Travis do? He acts like his fucken predictable self, claiming that his fucken 'accolades' actually meant something around here, along with talking about me, and how I'm just basically a figment of Baron's imagination, or a gimmick tactic.
Mr Travis, much like everyone else, you may think I'm not real, that I am an excuse, a made up piece of fiction to justify the actions that Vega is taking, let me assure you this. I'm real, and trust me when I say this, you can only wish I wasn't.
Oblivion chuckled for a second before glaring at the camera, with a scowl on the visible part of his face. While he wasn't surprised to see that anyone would say that stuff, it still nevertheless annoyed Oblivion, to a certain point.
Oblivion: Now I'm not going to stand here and tell you that he should understand that the condition that Vega, or as everyone else knows him, 'Silver Baron' has, which does cause the personality split, because it's extremely clear to me that like most people, you refuse to see the truth. You think that you're the first to think that this is a front? HA! You're just another blind dolt Mr. Travis, because clearly, you've never met anyone like us, at least who has MPD.
Why do I say that? Well let me ask you this? Do you really think, that anyone with a sound mind, would want to make up a fucker like me? Maybe somebody who does suffer from a different type of insanity might consider it, but generally speaking, you can't make something like me up.
Now I get why you would question me, or at least about the mask I wear. I really do. I get that it seems that it's something that Vega would use to hide behind, as you have so eloquently have said. Believe me when I say this, Vega doesn't want me around, but I'm not giving him a choice.
And of course, the mask. The only reason why I use this, is because it's just less confusing to tell the difference. Though if it were truly up to me, I would have tattooed half of our face, just to have a permanent physical way, to show difference in personalities. But alas, I doubt that will ever happen.
Once again, Oblivion begins to chuckle. After a couple seconds, he goes and takes a large gulp of his beer. He put it down, and looked directly back at the camera.
Oblivion: But Mr Travis, back onto your 'accomplishments'. It's as Vega said, we never heard about you before. If we did happen to hear your name before, well then I guess we forgot, as the simplest way to put it is that we really don't give a fuck. Why should we? You don't impress us at all.
Oh, did that hurt your 'manly' pride? I'm sure it did a bit. It's one of the few things a man doesn't want to be hurt in any way. I'm sure you know the other main one. I know Mr Northman knows for sure.
Oblivion paused, smirking for a second. He was looking back at the last Mayhem, specifically remembering when he went and struck Kyle Northman had in the balls. So hard, it lifted Northman off of his feet for a second, before crashing right down.
Oblivion couldn't help but laugh at that. However, after a minute, Oblivion stopped himself, and refocussed on the task at hand.
Oblivion: When a man's pride is hurt, bad things can happen. Lose focus. Become enraged to do all sorts of mayhem, for a man without his pride, is a man with nothing. I've seen it happen, and hell, it helped me become a permanent presence.
I know you fully agree with that, and hence you'll be bragging about your championships once again. A showing of your fragile pride, in order to appear stronger then you really are. As predictable as your words will be, they will mean nothing in the end, because it's all stuff you may have done in the past, which means jack shit now.
So with that in mind, can I ask you something Mr. Travis? How does it feel to be beaten by somebody you claimed had no purpose, and wasn't a threat? That had no real purpose, according to you? Maybe it isn't just Miss Donnelly that doesn't have a purpose here. Maybe, you have a far less purpose here, then what you believe you actually do.
Oh sure, you can claim that your purpose is to be the best. That's fine and dandy anywhere else. But here, it would seem that such a purpose is meaningless, especially since you're surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves, who will have no problem tearing you up!
So here's what's going to happen. whether or not you get me or Baron, you'll see that you're worthless. You'll be exposed for somebody who believes his own hype, and ultimately, that's all you are, even if it isn't much.
After I'm done with you Kyle Travis, I have my sights set on Stalker Knight. Well, in at least making his life a living hell. And yes, it is all because of something that shouldn't have happened. Personally I'mg glad it did, because it has forced Vega to step out of his comfort zone, and allow me to return to prominence.
Vega will most likely be the one who gets first crack at him in a match. But that's not going to stop me from hunting down the rest of his family, and taking them all down. And much like you, and everyone else in our way to our destiny, one by one, they will all fall. In fact, once I'm done with you Mr. Travis, I think I might just break Stalker's daughter first, right in the middle of that ring. As for what that implies, well I'll leave that up to your imagination. My other half might not approve of my methods, but then again, since when do I care.
Oblivion smirked once again. He took a deep breath, having gotten most of his thoughts out into the open for the time being. He looked at his beer bottle, and chuckled for just one second, before he drank the rest of the bottle's contents. Once he was finished, he put the bottle down, and looked back at the camera.
Oblivion: Here is the last thing you must all know. The anarchy that I plan to bring to UWA, will not be stopped. A predictable twat like yourself will be nothing more then a speed bump. Don't try to resist. Embrace the madness. Otherwise, you'll only get swallowed up in the Oblivion.
~Fin~
Silver Baron: Hmph. Shouldn't be surprised that everyone believes I'm just putting on an act as a gimmicky defence mechanism or some shit like that. If only it were that simple.
The Silver Baron could hear Oblivion's chuckling in his mind. He paid no mind to it, as he took a massive swig from his beer bottle, and had another look around the room. He then spotted one of his former opponents, in Warrick Craven, sitting down, enjoying a show. He then remembered that it was Skylar's set right now, so he wasn't to surprised.
Silver Baron: Hmmm. You have been coming around here alot lately, haven't you Craven. I know you like to be around your girl, but even so, you might as well make yourself useful.
It was then, that the Silver Baron felt a pair of slender arms tenderly wrap themselves around him. Just by what had happened, it lightened up his mood up, as he managed to turn around, and kiss the one who did so, which he knew was Nicole.
Silver Baron: Nicole-baby. What can I help you with?
Nicole: I'm fine, but you're talking to yourself again. Oblivion bothering you?
Silver Baron: No more then usual. I'm just musing I guess.
Nicole: You guess?
Silver Baron: Yeah. Just so many things happening at once, and so many haters. Amusing that they all jump to conclusions about somebody if you show them just a bit of something out of the ordinary.
Nicole: Oh. Well if it's about Oblivion, then yeah I can see why. I almost did myself, but I chose to see for myself.
Silver Baron: Wise choice. But enough about that hemroid on my soul, I'd much rather focus on what I see before me.
Silver Baron had another look over Nicole. She was wearing a plaid miniskirt, and a tight pink plaid tube top that barely contained her boobs. She even turned around, and gave Baron a slight wiggle, just for him.
Silver Baron: It's just to bad that I won't be removing every article of clothing off of you myself, as I know you're in for a busy night. But even still, the three of us approve.
Nicole: Oh don't tell me, there's another one.
Silver Baron: Oh trust me, there isn't. I was referring to something else.
Nicole was confused, but only for a second. She smirked, and rubbed up against her pimp, just for a second, teasing him, further arousing the baron.
Nicole: Oh I understand now.
Silver Baron: Indeed. Now while I'd love to be here all night with an embodiment of sex, I am afraid we both have business to attend to.
Nicole: It's sad. I can't help it if I am as you said, an embodiment of sex. But, I thought you weren't busy. You finally managed to get the strip bus all cleaned up from the last big thing that happened.
Silver Baron: Yeah true, but there is somebody here that has caught my eye. So I ask that you get him. Namely that of Craven.
Nicole: The guy who was stalking Skylar? Okay you seriously need to tell me what I missed. What's happened?
Silver Baron: The main reason Skylar avoided Craven was due to her abusive dolt of a father might have followed. But there is no chance of that happening, and she knows now. Right now, he is a potential distraction. But I think I can work this to my favor.
Nicole: Alright. I'll go and get him. Have him meet you in your office?
Silver Baron: Yes. That will do.
The Silver Baron pointed Craven out, as Skylar's set ended. Nicole immediately got down to retrieve Craven. While she did that, the Silver Baron went into his office, and lit up a cigarette. He sat down, and looked at a small desk mirror he kept there, seeing Oblivion come into view.
Oblivion: Finally. I have your attention. You know, I don't get why you insist we don't talk if we're not alone, and don't have a mirror. If it's because you don't want people to think you're crazy, well wake the fuck up. You got me living inside your skull. You sir, are very much a crazy motherfucker!
Silver Baron: Oh fuck off Oblivion.
Oblivion: And another thing. I am not a fucken hemroid!
Silver Baron: No shit. You're more like cancer.
Oblivion: That's better.
Silver Baron: What do you want now?
Oblivion: Oh the usual. Seeing what's going on, plotting and planning stuff, and whatnot.
Silver Baron: Is it about how Stalker should suffer?
Oblivion: Indeed. I'm thinking we target his daughter. What better way to make him suffer, then go after the subject which really started it all. Plus you know, targeting the heart is best way to bring somebody down. Ain't I right Vega?
Silver Baron: As much as I hate to say it, you are right.
Oblivion: Naturally. And when we do go after her... Oh the things I could do to her to make Stalker suffer. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Silver Baron: ENOUGH! I know your perverse mind, and it's not happening. You know I'm against that.
Oblivion: Heh. Of course you'd jump to that conclusion. I'm not ruling it out though. Been a while for me anyways. But regardless, there was one last thing I wanted to mention before your meeting.
Silver Baron: Oh do tell.
Oblivion: You already had your words for Kyle Travis. This time, I'd like to say a few things myself.
Silver Baron: That was it? Could have waited. Either way, you most certainly can. Now, I see Craven about to enter, so get the fuck out.
Oblivion: Yes sir, oh great Baron sir.
The Silver Baron rolled his eyes at Oblivion's sarcasm. He took another puff of his cigarette, as Craven entered, and sat down at the desk, and not at the bar.
Craven: What do you want? Everything's already been sorted out, Baron.
Silver Baron: I know. Freeman's told me everything, and I've seen the result. A somewhat tragic love story getting a good ending at this point. As it is though, I see you're hanging around here often. Not that I blame you, as this is the place to be, and your girl certainly fits in perfectly. Cigarette?
Craven: Perhaps. And sure, why not.
The Silver Baron took out a cigarette from his pack on the table, and handed it to Craven, before lighting it up for him.
Silver Baron: But there is something else. See Craven, while you hanging out here is all fine and dandy, it's not all that productive, and also potentially distracting. Not so much here in the dome itself, but in UWA.
Craven: How so? All I am going to do is spend alot of time with Skylar.
Silver Baron: That's the point. You will be spending time with her. Now as you know, she is an actual Sin City Knight. I could have easily been a dick and let her just be a stripper, and refuse to associate with her outside. But as you know, she's a sweet and very talented girl, and not just on poles, if you know what I'm saying, eh?
Craven smirked, as he got the idea. The two men both took a puff on their cigarettes, before the Silver Baron continued talking.
Silver Baron: Now being that she is a stablemate, I do care about her success. Maybe one day, she might not have to work in this brothel anymore, but that might not stop her from doing so. However, with you hanging around her, there is potential risk that you might be distracting, and whatnot. However, I see something else in you that can be used. A deadly edge.
Craven: Oh, about what I did to her father? Bastard deserved it.
Silver Baron: I won't say he didn't, because he certainly did. The fact you did it shows that when pushed, you can be deadly. I want to take advantage of that.
Craven: Coming from somebody I faced before, why should I believe you?
Silver Baron: You have a good point. Regardless I'm making you the offer. I want you to be part of SCK.
Craven was surprised at the Silver Baron's offer. He looked around, confused as to why, aside from being close to Skylar on a more regular basis.
Silver Baron: This offer isn't as simple as that though.
Craven: Figures. What exactly do you want, Mr. Baron?
Silver Baron: Oh it's simple really. You just have to prove a reason why you should be part of SCK. Your drive and persistence isn't in question, as we all know it's very strong. However, you need to show why you can be a dangerous individual. Show us something to prove that, whether or not the fans agree with it, you can roll with us. While we're about having a good time, we're also about domination, especially to those, who dare think they can bring us down.
Craven: Hmmmm. Well I can certainly think about it. I wont guarantee I'll take up that offer. However, is there anything specific you want me to do?
Silver Baron: Nope. If you do decide, which I highly recommend, I'm sure you'll figure out what needs to be done.
The Silver Baron smirked. Suddenly, he felt a headache coming on, only to vanish. It repeated for a few seconds. He knew that this was Oblivion telling him to hurry up.
Craven: Alright then. Well, is that everything?
Silver Baron: For now. Now go out and enjoy the dome. Afterall, we have many of the delights and some treasures, of the Mojave, all right here.
Craven smirked, and got up. They were both done their cigarettes, so they butted them out. Craven then walked out, and Silver Baron pounded his desk.
Silver Baron: Can't you fucken wait!
He saw Oblivion in his mirror again, chuckling, but also with an annoyed look in his eyes. Clearly, Oblivion had grown rather impatient in waiting.
Oblivion: Not really. Now grab the mask, set up the fucken camcorder, and let me talk.
Silver Baron: Fine. If it makes you happy, let's do this.
Oblivion: I knew you'd see things my way. You always do.
The Silver Baron sighed, and with a great deal of reluctance, he set up the camcorder up, pointing at the bar, and slipped on the mask.
Oblivion: You should know better then to ignore me Vega.
Oblivion chuckled again, as he grabbed a beer, and then pressed record on the camcorder, ready to share his thoughts.
Oblivion: You know, I've let 'Baron' do alot of the talking thus far. He was right to warn everyone about me, because I am one of the more sick and twisted sumbitches in this world. I'm not one of those beings who feel as if they have to satisfy certain urges, or in some cases, spread a message. Me, I cause anarchy, fear, and violence, just because I feel like it. Why should I need a reason to have fun?
Oblivion sat down on one the bar stools, and chuckled for a minute. He was showing that, while the Silver Baron was eccentric, Oblivion himself loves causing all sorts of chaos.
Oblivion: It's funny though. With our upcoming match, we're facing one of the two champion in UWA, in Kyle Travis, and yet, we don't feel threatened by his predictable, bland sorry ass. Hell, we saw him trying to be somebody that was the total opposite, and really, it was a terrible performance.
But onto the matter at hand. I know that Baron tried to get Kyle to say something different about us, and the match at hand. To say something that isn't obvious to both of us, and the entire fucken world! And what does Mr. Travis do? He acts like his fucken predictable self, claiming that his fucken 'accolades' actually meant something around here, along with talking about me, and how I'm just basically a figment of Baron's imagination, or a gimmick tactic.
Mr Travis, much like everyone else, you may think I'm not real, that I am an excuse, a made up piece of fiction to justify the actions that Vega is taking, let me assure you this. I'm real, and trust me when I say this, you can only wish I wasn't.
Oblivion chuckled for a second before glaring at the camera, with a scowl on the visible part of his face. While he wasn't surprised to see that anyone would say that stuff, it still nevertheless annoyed Oblivion, to a certain point.
Oblivion: Now I'm not going to stand here and tell you that he should understand that the condition that Vega, or as everyone else knows him, 'Silver Baron' has, which does cause the personality split, because it's extremely clear to me that like most people, you refuse to see the truth. You think that you're the first to think that this is a front? HA! You're just another blind dolt Mr. Travis, because clearly, you've never met anyone like us, at least who has MPD.
Why do I say that? Well let me ask you this? Do you really think, that anyone with a sound mind, would want to make up a fucker like me? Maybe somebody who does suffer from a different type of insanity might consider it, but generally speaking, you can't make something like me up.
Now I get why you would question me, or at least about the mask I wear. I really do. I get that it seems that it's something that Vega would use to hide behind, as you have so eloquently have said. Believe me when I say this, Vega doesn't want me around, but I'm not giving him a choice.
And of course, the mask. The only reason why I use this, is because it's just less confusing to tell the difference. Though if it were truly up to me, I would have tattooed half of our face, just to have a permanent physical way, to show difference in personalities. But alas, I doubt that will ever happen.
Once again, Oblivion begins to chuckle. After a couple seconds, he goes and takes a large gulp of his beer. He put it down, and looked directly back at the camera.
Oblivion: But Mr Travis, back onto your 'accomplishments'. It's as Vega said, we never heard about you before. If we did happen to hear your name before, well then I guess we forgot, as the simplest way to put it is that we really don't give a fuck. Why should we? You don't impress us at all.
Oh, did that hurt your 'manly' pride? I'm sure it did a bit. It's one of the few things a man doesn't want to be hurt in any way. I'm sure you know the other main one. I know Mr Northman knows for sure.
Oblivion paused, smirking for a second. He was looking back at the last Mayhem, specifically remembering when he went and struck Kyle Northman had in the balls. So hard, it lifted Northman off of his feet for a second, before crashing right down.
Oblivion couldn't help but laugh at that. However, after a minute, Oblivion stopped himself, and refocussed on the task at hand.
Oblivion: When a man's pride is hurt, bad things can happen. Lose focus. Become enraged to do all sorts of mayhem, for a man without his pride, is a man with nothing. I've seen it happen, and hell, it helped me become a permanent presence.
I know you fully agree with that, and hence you'll be bragging about your championships once again. A showing of your fragile pride, in order to appear stronger then you really are. As predictable as your words will be, they will mean nothing in the end, because it's all stuff you may have done in the past, which means jack shit now.
So with that in mind, can I ask you something Mr. Travis? How does it feel to be beaten by somebody you claimed had no purpose, and wasn't a threat? That had no real purpose, according to you? Maybe it isn't just Miss Donnelly that doesn't have a purpose here. Maybe, you have a far less purpose here, then what you believe you actually do.
Oh sure, you can claim that your purpose is to be the best. That's fine and dandy anywhere else. But here, it would seem that such a purpose is meaningless, especially since you're surrounded by bloodthirsty wolves, who will have no problem tearing you up!
So here's what's going to happen. whether or not you get me or Baron, you'll see that you're worthless. You'll be exposed for somebody who believes his own hype, and ultimately, that's all you are, even if it isn't much.
After I'm done with you Kyle Travis, I have my sights set on Stalker Knight. Well, in at least making his life a living hell. And yes, it is all because of something that shouldn't have happened. Personally I'mg glad it did, because it has forced Vega to step out of his comfort zone, and allow me to return to prominence.
Vega will most likely be the one who gets first crack at him in a match. But that's not going to stop me from hunting down the rest of his family, and taking them all down. And much like you, and everyone else in our way to our destiny, one by one, they will all fall. In fact, once I'm done with you Mr. Travis, I think I might just break Stalker's daughter first, right in the middle of that ring. As for what that implies, well I'll leave that up to your imagination. My other half might not approve of my methods, but then again, since when do I care.
Oblivion smirked once again. He took a deep breath, having gotten most of his thoughts out into the open for the time being. He looked at his beer bottle, and chuckled for just one second, before he drank the rest of the bottle's contents. Once he was finished, he put the bottle down, and looked back at the camera.
Oblivion: Here is the last thing you must all know. The anarchy that I plan to bring to UWA, will not be stopped. A predictable twat like yourself will be nothing more then a speed bump. Don't try to resist. Embrace the madness. Otherwise, you'll only get swallowed up in the Oblivion.
~Fin~
