Post by silverbaron on Jun 25, 2015 19:00:46 GMT -6
The Silver Baron was a man on a mission. He was alone, walking down the hallway of a Vegas hotel room. He was meeting up with somebody, only this person didn't know he was coming. If the Silver Baron wanted the person to know he wanted to speak to them, he would have gotten them to the Pleasure Dome.
Each tap of his pimp cane echoed through the hallways, as he slowly walked through, with a steeled look in his eye. People passed by him, giving a look of curiosity. Once he reaches the room he wanted to reach. He stopped, and sighed.
Silver Baron: Alright Vega. Let's do this.
The Silver Baron whipped out the key card he had, and swiped the lock He opened the door, only to hear the sounds of two people having sex. He almost stopped, but considering that he's used to seeingtat every day, he ignored it, and went in.
He found who he was looking for. His father. What he wasn't expecting, was to see his mother, in a doggy style position. That almost made the Silver Baron puke. But he controlled himself.
Silver Baron: GET OFF HER!
The two heard him, and were embarrassed. Marlena scrambled for her clothes, and got them on from the side of the bed that the Silver Baron couldn't see, while Dannie grabbed his pants on put them on.
Dannie: Can't you see we were busy son?
It was at that moment, that the Silver Baron pulled out a gun, and pointed it right at Dannie. Marlena saw this, and froze in fear.
Marlena: VEGA! What are you doing?!
Silver Baron: Leave us mom.
Marlena: But-
Silver Baron: I SAID LEAVE!
Marlena nodded, as she slowly walked around, fully dressed. She approached the Silver Baron, heading to leave. She then put her hand on the Silver Baron's arm, trying to calm him down. All that got her was a sudden smack across the face.
Silver Baron: I am in no mood for any fucken bullshit this time. So I'm telling you one last time mom. Leave.
Marlena looked at the Silver Baron was shock, before she sighed, and stomped out of the room. Dannie had his arms up, in surprise.
Dannie: That's...not like you.
Silver Baron: And what the fuck do you know?
Dannie sighed, knowing that his son was correct in that regard. The Silver Baron pointed him towards one of the two chairs in the room. Dannie sat down, as did the Silver Baron.
Silver Baron: So mom's forgiven you, eh?
Dannie: Looks that way.
Silver Baron: Hmph. Stupid bitch.
Dannie: HEY! I don't give a fuck if I haven't been around most of your life, you do not talk about your mother that way!
Silver Baron: You're in no fucken position to talk.
The Silver Baron leaned over, and had the barrel pointed right on Dannie's forehead. Dannie was clearly shaking now.
Silver Baron: I'm almost disappointed. Here I thought, you were a badass for stopping drug cartels.
Dannie: It's not something I wish upon anyone, what I had to do. Yes...I've been here before but...I get the feeling you're more ready to pull that trigger. So I have to ask...Can't we just talk this out?
The Silver Baron pushed the barrel in a bit, which would guarentee leaving a mark. He got his finger on the trigger. Dannie sighed, and closed his eyes, waiting for the shot to be fired. He heard a sigh, and a click. But he was still alive. He opened his eyes, to see that, the Silver Baron had detached the clip, and was backing away from Dannie. He put the gun on the table, in between them. He then showed he still had the clip.
He put the clip down, before a couple tears rolled out.
Silver Baron: You want to talk. Let's talk then.
Dannie sighed, and nodded. He then propped his elbows up, and folded his hands, before leaning his head into them.
Dannie: I know I've already apologized for what I was forced into doing. I know I said it multiple times. And yet I don't care how many times I have to say it, I am very much sorry for the fucken circumstances that prevented me from being the father you needed, mi hijo.
The Silver Baron sighed. He was itching to grab the gun, and just get it over with. But at the same time, he couldn't He could hear Oblivion whispering he should, but he ignored him. Instead, the Silver baron grabbed him, and slammed him up against the wall,, repeatedly, before basically hiptossing him onto he bed, breaking it.
Silver Baron: You'll have to do more then that.
Dannie: What must I do then?
Silver Baron:...There isn't anything you can do. I would say stay away from us, but I know that's not a reality that's going to happen.
Dannie nodded, knowing full well that the silver Baron meant the truth. He slowly got into a better position, as the Silver baron grabbed his cane.
Dannie: I have to ask...How goes the chakra paths
Silver Baron: The truth? I'm almost done. Yet I'm not getting the results I wanted.
Dannie: Oh?
Silver Baron: I feel more...liberated. More at ease with what I do. Yet I thought I'd no longer have to worry about Oblivion. About that hidden rage I don't want most people to see. Yet the more I do this, the truth is...I am a violent son of a bitch.
Dannie: Please don't insult your mother.
Silver Baron: I wasn't referring to her this time.
Dannie: Ah. Well you got me there.
The two of them suddenly chuckled at that response. But after a couple seconds, theSilver Baron regained his composure.
Silver Baron: I've come to terms with the fact, that I can enjoy hurting people, if they irritate me the slightest. As for Oblivion and I? Well we're still two sides of the same coin. Still the same person, but he's less of a threat. So your plan to set me on spiritual enlightenment, to get rid of him...well it backfired.
Dannie: But..what about before? What about the grief you believed you caused?
Silver Baron: Not going to dwell on it any longer.
Dannie sighed, and looked at his son in the eye.
Dannie: When I helped you begin your inner journey, it was to help you find some semblance of peace within yourself. Yet now you're more conflicted then ever. You've lost, two in a row. You...you...You became a proverbial bitch! Then you got beat by some cultist twat? No...the journey you're on...Maybe it was a mistake. Because it's you're own damn fault that you've succumbed this low, to even where that punto, Bob Brooks, doesn't think you're a threat.
It was then, that the Silver Baron snapped. He tacked Dannie, before detaching the top part of his cane, revealing a blade. He then slashed Dannie's cheek, before pressing the blade up against his father's throat. The Silver Baron then spat on him.
Silver Baron: Watch what you say old man.
Dannie: What does it matter? Not like you'll listen to me. I know you're not this...Twisted individual. Mi hijo...This is not how I remembered you.
Silver Baron: I was a kid. Kids become adults. And people change. Right now...Nobody is safe from what I am becoming...And to be honest, I am perfectly fine with that.
The Silver Baron chuckled, and got off of Dannie. Dannie tried to sit himself up. The Silver Baron held out his hand, and helped his father up. Dannie smiled at that.
Silver Baron: But...I'm not totally twisted.
Dannie sighed, before pulling his son into a hug. The Silver Baron reluctantly returned it.
Silver Baron: Perhaps one day old man. One day, I can forgive you. But it's not today.
Dannie: I can live with that.
Silver Baron: You better. Especially since your timing was completely fucked.
Dannie: Yeah. Your mother always did say that for the most part, I wasn't the best at my timing.
That actually got a laugh out the the Silver Baron. He then realized he had gone into a better mood much to quickly. He swore to himself, as he grabbed his gun. The silver Baron approached the door out, but he took one last look at his father, before sighing, and leaving.
One hour later...
The Silver Baron had crashed on his couch, in his office. He had a beer bottle hanging out of his hands, and rubbed one of his temples. There was alot of stuff going on that day, including his recent visit to his dad that just was aggravating him.
Silver Baron: This has been just plain fucked. First Freeman, then Vince, then...All this shit? Well more like Jade being captured as well. Yet the thing people are bugging me about is why the fuck I had her replaced so quickly?
The Silver Baron slowly got himself, up, and took a swig of his beer.
Silver Baron: Well...fuck what they think. I am a goddamn pimp, and it's not my fucken fault jade got her plump ass captured! Not to fucken mention if Freeman simply gone back to work after being knocked out, none of that shit would have happened! So fuck all that noise. No more..nice pimp. Everyone...will learn their place!
The Silver Baron chuckled a bit. It could have been a mix of his own rage, plus the alcohol, but he felt there was alot of truth to his words. He got up, and pulled out his camcorder, all set up. He hit record, as he took out a cigar from his jacket, before sitting down at his desk, placing the beer on a coaster.
Silver Baron: Well UWA, what the fuck can I say about myself, and what's been going on with my crazy head. See, every single time I've looked in the mirror lately, I haven't seen the man who I believe I am supposed to be. No, it's not Oblivion that I see, but rather, I see a man who has fallen. Fallen from grace. The fall was gradual, until the final platform that held me up, collapsed beneath my feet.
But what was it, that caused this? Was it because I've deviated from what I was, or was it because the search to find inner peace within myself has actually done the opposite? I think it's the latter. Because in the end...no matter how much I try, I can't escape what I am.
The Silver Baron chuckled, as he got his cigar clipper out, and sliced off a part of his cigar, before lighting it up.
Silver Baron: It's a viscous cycle that keeps happening. I've tried, many, many times, to be a good person. Yet it always comes back to bite me in the ass, and then, I keep trying to reel myself in, which bites me even further. But this time, I think I know where things went wrong.
Fraser Freeman, tried to intimidate me into keeping the beast locked inside. Quentin Sharpe, took a more protective route, and yet that didn't help much. The company, of the women I use to make money off of poor saps, much alike Bob Brooks, has helped in a sense.
And then, there is Lacey.
The Silver Baron smirked, before taking a very long drag of his cigar. He blew all the smoke out quickly, almost coughing on it.
Silver Baron: Lacey Lacey Lacey. You were the one who insisted I unleash Oblivion, even forcing him out of the cage I put him in. And yet, I no longer feel the need, to kill you. Fuck you, most definitely, as for somebody who doesn't have to much experience with men, you're a fucken natural, bitch!
Speaking of Bob Brooks, how is Lacey treating you these days? She finally let you fuck her yet? I'm guessing not, because you look like you need to relieve some serious tension, yet you won't allow yourself to do so, believing in the big fucken main event. Well not that I blame you much, because if the devil's little sister isn't fucken hot, she doesn't deserve that title. But I can tell you right now, you'll never be worthy of her. To her, you're just a mere toy. One that she's going to toss away she she's done playing with you. And I get the feeling, it's going to be very, very soon.
Who knows, if you can actually pull out a victory over me on the upcoming mayhem, maybe you'll get your wish. But ya know, even with my recent lack of success, don't think you're getting an easy victory over me. Oh no. If you want it that bad, you'll have to do more then just get a victory. You'll have to be something you clearly will never be. A beast like me!
The Silver Baron continued to smirk, before taking a swig of his beer. Seems to be a common theme when he does his shoots.
Silver Baron: Oh yes. You'll have to push even beyond what you're capable of. Had this been a few weeks ago, this match would have been a bit more friendly. But the fact is, since I lost and have to basically serve Vince Jones, I can hear Oblivion pushing me to do what we both want. Spill blood of people who are simply appearing before me. And guess what? It's going to happen. If you happen to be one of them, well...Soory about your fucken bad luck!
Last week, I got punked out by a cultist bitch, who should have been sucking me dry. AND THEN....Michael rivers comes out as the bastard we all figured him to be. An egotistical, self righteous, shit spewing asshole! The thing is about him, I see right through his claims. And the fact that he claims it...Sickens me.
The Silver Baron's mood had completely changed. Now we can clearly see the evil intent in his eyes, and if anyone was in the room with him, they likely would have felt the sheer rage that was just pouring out of him.
Silver Baron: The fact, that Michael Rivers, declared himself Lucifer. The devil! BULL FUCKEN SHIT! THERE IS ONLY ONE DEVIL AMONGST US, AND HE HAS YET TO GRAVE US WITH HIS PRESENCE!. His sister might have, but he hasn't yet.
It has made things clear though. Another faker is amongst us, and claims that he is a power he is not. Anyone could pull that shit off, Even you bob, if you really wanted to. But the truth, the truth is, when people are caught in their lies, they will suffer from them, in ways, that they can't even imagine. And when I get my hands on Michael, no matter how many times I have to do it, there will be hell to pay!
Point is Bob, due to all the recent events, along with my spiritual journey, I'm not entirely the man I once was. I am...slowly submitting into my savage hunger. Because the truth is, it's who I am. Oblivion and I, the differences between us, is almost non existent, with the exceptions being he is a bloodline manifest, and a less restrictive version of me.
And what's this about how you feel the victory over me is almost a forgone conclusion? Heh. Nice one Bob. Good trash talking from you, but that's all it is. Talk. When we get into the ring, you'll see why your recent success, will mean nothing. Your little undefeated streak you have going on this year, almost got broke last week, by a man who shamed himself. Yes, I get why you think a victory over me will be easy. Because Freeman got taken out by Vince, and I have to serve him, yet you have beaten Vince.
But let's rewind the clock back a little bit. You know, to the match where you did defeat Vince. He was essentially whooping your ass. Oh don't get me wrong, you held your own, but you were going to lose. That is, until yours truly, showed up, and got Vince's Attention. Hell, I even gave you a bit of a consolation prize, just because you happened to be in the right place, at the right fucken time. A free pass to the Pleasure Dome, which...YOU HAVE YET TO USE!
The Silver Baron had resumed smirking at this point. He took another drag of his cigar, before finishing off his beer.
Silver Baron: Point I'm trying to make Bob, is that had it not been for me that time, you'd be singing a whole different tune. Be more like rocky, about never giving up, or other crap like that. Yeah you still kinda do have that about you, but it's more so you feel unstoppable now, as long as you never give up. Well learn that concept. Giving up. Everyone does, and you will when we meet in the ring.
Speaking of giving up, why don't we go back to Lacey for a minute. Yeah shame she lost her title, but she'll be fine, you and I both know it. But I've noticed something. Basically all year thus far, all six months of it, you've been chasing that ass. She's lead you on, and you haven't had much losses. Is it possible, that her toying with you, has made you stronger? Wouldn't surprise me really. You're just a horny little boy, who has the attention of a goddess. Of course you'd fight to prove yourself. But what happens when she does decide to give up the game, if she does? She will literally, suck the fighting spirit out of you, and your efforts thus far that you've been building for yourself will be for naught!
And yet I said to give upon her. I get the feeling you won't, because I might have further enticed you. Your funeral, boy. Because for you, you are just...So...fucken...predictable!
The Silver Baron chuckled for a few seconds, knowing full well he might just have further enticed Bob to keep going after Lacey. However, after that quick chuckle session, there was a look on the Silver Baron's face, that showed that a thought of his might have enlightened him towards a few things.
Silver Baron: So here we have, the devil's favorite pimp, and I do mean the real devil, not some desperate, trash talking faker, not some cultist pack, excetera...Versus a photographer who was duped into wrestling, who's inspite being duped again, has this lust, powering him. It's going to be one helluva match. And guess what Bob. You're about to learn something, very valuable.
That lesson, is that no matter what, everyone, is my bitch! Even though Vince can claim I'm his for the next month, he's really my bitch! And from here on out, what goes on in UWA, is because I willed it to be.
And you can bank on that money shot!
The Silver Baron stood up, and butted his cigar out. With the giant smirk now plastered on his face, it looked as if the silver Baron had begun to find his swagger again. As he chuckled, the Silver Baron shut off the camcorder, done recording his thoughts down.
Each tap of his pimp cane echoed through the hallways, as he slowly walked through, with a steeled look in his eye. People passed by him, giving a look of curiosity. Once he reaches the room he wanted to reach. He stopped, and sighed.
Silver Baron: Alright Vega. Let's do this.
The Silver Baron whipped out the key card he had, and swiped the lock He opened the door, only to hear the sounds of two people having sex. He almost stopped, but considering that he's used to seeingtat every day, he ignored it, and went in.
He found who he was looking for. His father. What he wasn't expecting, was to see his mother, in a doggy style position. That almost made the Silver Baron puke. But he controlled himself.
Silver Baron: GET OFF HER!
The two heard him, and were embarrassed. Marlena scrambled for her clothes, and got them on from the side of the bed that the Silver Baron couldn't see, while Dannie grabbed his pants on put them on.
Dannie: Can't you see we were busy son?
It was at that moment, that the Silver Baron pulled out a gun, and pointed it right at Dannie. Marlena saw this, and froze in fear.
Marlena: VEGA! What are you doing?!
Silver Baron: Leave us mom.
Marlena: But-
Silver Baron: I SAID LEAVE!
Marlena nodded, as she slowly walked around, fully dressed. She approached the Silver Baron, heading to leave. She then put her hand on the Silver Baron's arm, trying to calm him down. All that got her was a sudden smack across the face.
Silver Baron: I am in no mood for any fucken bullshit this time. So I'm telling you one last time mom. Leave.
Marlena looked at the Silver Baron was shock, before she sighed, and stomped out of the room. Dannie had his arms up, in surprise.
Dannie: That's...not like you.
Silver Baron: And what the fuck do you know?
Dannie sighed, knowing that his son was correct in that regard. The Silver Baron pointed him towards one of the two chairs in the room. Dannie sat down, as did the Silver Baron.
Silver Baron: So mom's forgiven you, eh?
Dannie: Looks that way.
Silver Baron: Hmph. Stupid bitch.
Dannie: HEY! I don't give a fuck if I haven't been around most of your life, you do not talk about your mother that way!
Silver Baron: You're in no fucken position to talk.
The Silver Baron leaned over, and had the barrel pointed right on Dannie's forehead. Dannie was clearly shaking now.
Silver Baron: I'm almost disappointed. Here I thought, you were a badass for stopping drug cartels.
Dannie: It's not something I wish upon anyone, what I had to do. Yes...I've been here before but...I get the feeling you're more ready to pull that trigger. So I have to ask...Can't we just talk this out?
The Silver Baron pushed the barrel in a bit, which would guarentee leaving a mark. He got his finger on the trigger. Dannie sighed, and closed his eyes, waiting for the shot to be fired. He heard a sigh, and a click. But he was still alive. He opened his eyes, to see that, the Silver Baron had detached the clip, and was backing away from Dannie. He put the gun on the table, in between them. He then showed he still had the clip.
He put the clip down, before a couple tears rolled out.
Silver Baron: You want to talk. Let's talk then.
Dannie sighed, and nodded. He then propped his elbows up, and folded his hands, before leaning his head into them.
Dannie: I know I've already apologized for what I was forced into doing. I know I said it multiple times. And yet I don't care how many times I have to say it, I am very much sorry for the fucken circumstances that prevented me from being the father you needed, mi hijo.
The Silver Baron sighed. He was itching to grab the gun, and just get it over with. But at the same time, he couldn't He could hear Oblivion whispering he should, but he ignored him. Instead, the Silver baron grabbed him, and slammed him up against the wall,, repeatedly, before basically hiptossing him onto he bed, breaking it.
Silver Baron: You'll have to do more then that.
Dannie: What must I do then?
Silver Baron:...There isn't anything you can do. I would say stay away from us, but I know that's not a reality that's going to happen.
Dannie nodded, knowing full well that the silver Baron meant the truth. He slowly got into a better position, as the Silver baron grabbed his cane.
Dannie: I have to ask...How goes the chakra paths
Silver Baron: The truth? I'm almost done. Yet I'm not getting the results I wanted.
Dannie: Oh?
Silver Baron: I feel more...liberated. More at ease with what I do. Yet I thought I'd no longer have to worry about Oblivion. About that hidden rage I don't want most people to see. Yet the more I do this, the truth is...I am a violent son of a bitch.
Dannie: Please don't insult your mother.
Silver Baron: I wasn't referring to her this time.
Dannie: Ah. Well you got me there.
The two of them suddenly chuckled at that response. But after a couple seconds, theSilver Baron regained his composure.
Silver Baron: I've come to terms with the fact, that I can enjoy hurting people, if they irritate me the slightest. As for Oblivion and I? Well we're still two sides of the same coin. Still the same person, but he's less of a threat. So your plan to set me on spiritual enlightenment, to get rid of him...well it backfired.
Dannie: But..what about before? What about the grief you believed you caused?
Silver Baron: Not going to dwell on it any longer.
Dannie sighed, and looked at his son in the eye.
Dannie: When I helped you begin your inner journey, it was to help you find some semblance of peace within yourself. Yet now you're more conflicted then ever. You've lost, two in a row. You...you...You became a proverbial bitch! Then you got beat by some cultist twat? No...the journey you're on...Maybe it was a mistake. Because it's you're own damn fault that you've succumbed this low, to even where that punto, Bob Brooks, doesn't think you're a threat.
It was then, that the Silver Baron snapped. He tacked Dannie, before detaching the top part of his cane, revealing a blade. He then slashed Dannie's cheek, before pressing the blade up against his father's throat. The Silver Baron then spat on him.
Silver Baron: Watch what you say old man.
Dannie: What does it matter? Not like you'll listen to me. I know you're not this...Twisted individual. Mi hijo...This is not how I remembered you.
Silver Baron: I was a kid. Kids become adults. And people change. Right now...Nobody is safe from what I am becoming...And to be honest, I am perfectly fine with that.
The Silver Baron chuckled, and got off of Dannie. Dannie tried to sit himself up. The Silver Baron held out his hand, and helped his father up. Dannie smiled at that.
Silver Baron: But...I'm not totally twisted.
Dannie sighed, before pulling his son into a hug. The Silver Baron reluctantly returned it.
Silver Baron: Perhaps one day old man. One day, I can forgive you. But it's not today.
Dannie: I can live with that.
Silver Baron: You better. Especially since your timing was completely fucked.
Dannie: Yeah. Your mother always did say that for the most part, I wasn't the best at my timing.
That actually got a laugh out the the Silver Baron. He then realized he had gone into a better mood much to quickly. He swore to himself, as he grabbed his gun. The silver Baron approached the door out, but he took one last look at his father, before sighing, and leaving.
One hour later...
The Silver Baron had crashed on his couch, in his office. He had a beer bottle hanging out of his hands, and rubbed one of his temples. There was alot of stuff going on that day, including his recent visit to his dad that just was aggravating him.
Silver Baron: This has been just plain fucked. First Freeman, then Vince, then...All this shit? Well more like Jade being captured as well. Yet the thing people are bugging me about is why the fuck I had her replaced so quickly?
The Silver Baron slowly got himself, up, and took a swig of his beer.
Silver Baron: Well...fuck what they think. I am a goddamn pimp, and it's not my fucken fault jade got her plump ass captured! Not to fucken mention if Freeman simply gone back to work after being knocked out, none of that shit would have happened! So fuck all that noise. No more..nice pimp. Everyone...will learn their place!
The Silver Baron chuckled a bit. It could have been a mix of his own rage, plus the alcohol, but he felt there was alot of truth to his words. He got up, and pulled out his camcorder, all set up. He hit record, as he took out a cigar from his jacket, before sitting down at his desk, placing the beer on a coaster.
Silver Baron: Well UWA, what the fuck can I say about myself, and what's been going on with my crazy head. See, every single time I've looked in the mirror lately, I haven't seen the man who I believe I am supposed to be. No, it's not Oblivion that I see, but rather, I see a man who has fallen. Fallen from grace. The fall was gradual, until the final platform that held me up, collapsed beneath my feet.
But what was it, that caused this? Was it because I've deviated from what I was, or was it because the search to find inner peace within myself has actually done the opposite? I think it's the latter. Because in the end...no matter how much I try, I can't escape what I am.
The Silver Baron chuckled, as he got his cigar clipper out, and sliced off a part of his cigar, before lighting it up.
Silver Baron: It's a viscous cycle that keeps happening. I've tried, many, many times, to be a good person. Yet it always comes back to bite me in the ass, and then, I keep trying to reel myself in, which bites me even further. But this time, I think I know where things went wrong.
Fraser Freeman, tried to intimidate me into keeping the beast locked inside. Quentin Sharpe, took a more protective route, and yet that didn't help much. The company, of the women I use to make money off of poor saps, much alike Bob Brooks, has helped in a sense.
And then, there is Lacey.
The Silver Baron smirked, before taking a very long drag of his cigar. He blew all the smoke out quickly, almost coughing on it.
Silver Baron: Lacey Lacey Lacey. You were the one who insisted I unleash Oblivion, even forcing him out of the cage I put him in. And yet, I no longer feel the need, to kill you. Fuck you, most definitely, as for somebody who doesn't have to much experience with men, you're a fucken natural, bitch!
Speaking of Bob Brooks, how is Lacey treating you these days? She finally let you fuck her yet? I'm guessing not, because you look like you need to relieve some serious tension, yet you won't allow yourself to do so, believing in the big fucken main event. Well not that I blame you much, because if the devil's little sister isn't fucken hot, she doesn't deserve that title. But I can tell you right now, you'll never be worthy of her. To her, you're just a mere toy. One that she's going to toss away she she's done playing with you. And I get the feeling, it's going to be very, very soon.
Who knows, if you can actually pull out a victory over me on the upcoming mayhem, maybe you'll get your wish. But ya know, even with my recent lack of success, don't think you're getting an easy victory over me. Oh no. If you want it that bad, you'll have to do more then just get a victory. You'll have to be something you clearly will never be. A beast like me!
The Silver Baron continued to smirk, before taking a swig of his beer. Seems to be a common theme when he does his shoots.
Silver Baron: Oh yes. You'll have to push even beyond what you're capable of. Had this been a few weeks ago, this match would have been a bit more friendly. But the fact is, since I lost and have to basically serve Vince Jones, I can hear Oblivion pushing me to do what we both want. Spill blood of people who are simply appearing before me. And guess what? It's going to happen. If you happen to be one of them, well...Soory about your fucken bad luck!
Last week, I got punked out by a cultist bitch, who should have been sucking me dry. AND THEN....Michael rivers comes out as the bastard we all figured him to be. An egotistical, self righteous, shit spewing asshole! The thing is about him, I see right through his claims. And the fact that he claims it...Sickens me.
The Silver Baron's mood had completely changed. Now we can clearly see the evil intent in his eyes, and if anyone was in the room with him, they likely would have felt the sheer rage that was just pouring out of him.
Silver Baron: The fact, that Michael Rivers, declared himself Lucifer. The devil! BULL FUCKEN SHIT! THERE IS ONLY ONE DEVIL AMONGST US, AND HE HAS YET TO GRAVE US WITH HIS PRESENCE!. His sister might have, but he hasn't yet.
It has made things clear though. Another faker is amongst us, and claims that he is a power he is not. Anyone could pull that shit off, Even you bob, if you really wanted to. But the truth, the truth is, when people are caught in their lies, they will suffer from them, in ways, that they can't even imagine. And when I get my hands on Michael, no matter how many times I have to do it, there will be hell to pay!
Point is Bob, due to all the recent events, along with my spiritual journey, I'm not entirely the man I once was. I am...slowly submitting into my savage hunger. Because the truth is, it's who I am. Oblivion and I, the differences between us, is almost non existent, with the exceptions being he is a bloodline manifest, and a less restrictive version of me.
And what's this about how you feel the victory over me is almost a forgone conclusion? Heh. Nice one Bob. Good trash talking from you, but that's all it is. Talk. When we get into the ring, you'll see why your recent success, will mean nothing. Your little undefeated streak you have going on this year, almost got broke last week, by a man who shamed himself. Yes, I get why you think a victory over me will be easy. Because Freeman got taken out by Vince, and I have to serve him, yet you have beaten Vince.
But let's rewind the clock back a little bit. You know, to the match where you did defeat Vince. He was essentially whooping your ass. Oh don't get me wrong, you held your own, but you were going to lose. That is, until yours truly, showed up, and got Vince's Attention. Hell, I even gave you a bit of a consolation prize, just because you happened to be in the right place, at the right fucken time. A free pass to the Pleasure Dome, which...YOU HAVE YET TO USE!
The Silver Baron had resumed smirking at this point. He took another drag of his cigar, before finishing off his beer.
Silver Baron: Point I'm trying to make Bob, is that had it not been for me that time, you'd be singing a whole different tune. Be more like rocky, about never giving up, or other crap like that. Yeah you still kinda do have that about you, but it's more so you feel unstoppable now, as long as you never give up. Well learn that concept. Giving up. Everyone does, and you will when we meet in the ring.
Speaking of giving up, why don't we go back to Lacey for a minute. Yeah shame she lost her title, but she'll be fine, you and I both know it. But I've noticed something. Basically all year thus far, all six months of it, you've been chasing that ass. She's lead you on, and you haven't had much losses. Is it possible, that her toying with you, has made you stronger? Wouldn't surprise me really. You're just a horny little boy, who has the attention of a goddess. Of course you'd fight to prove yourself. But what happens when she does decide to give up the game, if she does? She will literally, suck the fighting spirit out of you, and your efforts thus far that you've been building for yourself will be for naught!
And yet I said to give upon her. I get the feeling you won't, because I might have further enticed you. Your funeral, boy. Because for you, you are just...So...fucken...predictable!
The Silver Baron chuckled for a few seconds, knowing full well he might just have further enticed Bob to keep going after Lacey. However, after that quick chuckle session, there was a look on the Silver Baron's face, that showed that a thought of his might have enlightened him towards a few things.
Silver Baron: So here we have, the devil's favorite pimp, and I do mean the real devil, not some desperate, trash talking faker, not some cultist pack, excetera...Versus a photographer who was duped into wrestling, who's inspite being duped again, has this lust, powering him. It's going to be one helluva match. And guess what Bob. You're about to learn something, very valuable.
That lesson, is that no matter what, everyone, is my bitch! Even though Vince can claim I'm his for the next month, he's really my bitch! And from here on out, what goes on in UWA, is because I willed it to be.
And you can bank on that money shot!
The Silver Baron stood up, and butted his cigar out. With the giant smirk now plastered on his face, it looked as if the silver Baron had begun to find his swagger again. As he chuckled, the Silver Baron shut off the camcorder, done recording his thoughts down.
