Post by silverbaron on Oct 23, 2015 12:40:23 GMT -6
With all the recent events that have been happening to the Sin City Knights, the Silver Baron was obviously rattled. Some people were very concerned for him, fearing that his recent fusion with Oblivion would badly backfire. Considering his history, along with the curse his family could suffer from, it wasn't that much of a surprise.
However, what nobody expected, was the frame of mind he would now have. It was a somewhat smarter,more calculative mind. One that was showing in what he was currently doing right now. Playing chess. He was having a friendly, but competitive game against non other, then Lacey Roberts, in a Tim Horton's in Toronto. Yes, the Silver Baron was taking a quick vacation in his hometown, and Lacey had met up with him. In fact, they were playing Chess, and the Silver Baron was being very calculative in ever single move he made.
Lacey: I'm rather impressed Vega. I would have thought you gotten scatterbrained on us again.
Silver Baron: Oh not this time Lace. No...I'm taking a much more...Smarter way to play this game.
Lacey: Chess, or the current situation in UWA?
Silver Baron: In a sense...Both. You see, right now...I'm imagining the sides...From the people on my side, to those potentially joining, to the fucken children, and Sin INC.
Lacey: Oh? Them to?
Silver Baron: Yeah. If mainly to help get Freeman's daughter back, and to put that turncoat in her place.
Lacey: Good. I like to hear that.
The Silver Baron smirked, as he moved his queen into perfect position, taking out a key part of Lacey's defense. That left her with the king stuck in between a rook and the queen, both in their sights.
Silver Baron: Checkmate Lacey.
Lacey: Very impressive Vega.
Silver Baron: Thank you. I try.
The Silver Baron took a sip of his coffee, and smiled. It was quite a while since he had Tim Horton's coffee. He was a bit irritated he couldn't smoke indoors in Toronto, and he was feeling the urge to have one soon.
Lacey: I would say I worry about you, but that's not me. Confidence in you, yeah for sure. Worry....Well-
Silver Baron: -Not in your nature, I know.
Lacey: For most people at least. Fools most of them are.
Silver Baron: Yeah. I have to ask. If it weren't for that neck injury you have, would you be helping me against Michael Rivers?
Lacey: Without a second though. It's people like him that me and Leon hate. Preaching about higher powers, 'Gods', and whatnot. And who said I'm still injured?
Silver Baron: You're not?
Lacey: I'm not. Didn't take long for me to heal. I have other reasons as to why I'm not returning right now. But...Going back to the real topic at hand, I-
Silver Baron: -Wait. What could possibly be so important that's causing you to not return to whoop some ass?
Lacey: I'll tell you in a minute. Don't interrupt me again!
Seeing how viscous Lacey's mood suddenly took, he nodded, letting her continue undisturbed.
Lacey: As I was saying, I hate people who believe they are divine beings. Nobody is, not even Leon. Though we both know he's far from divine. More like demonic.
Silver Baron: Sounds like you don't believe in 'God'. But if that was the case, wouldn't Leon not be what he is?
Lacey: Hard to say really. Either way, we're anarchists at heart, and upsetting any sort of order is something that we both love to do.
Silver Baron: I know. I gotta ask though. How are things with Bob Brooks?
Lacey; There not. Not like he was gonna get any. Naw he was just a mere toy. Cat and mouse deal you know. Had my fun with him, but I grew bored. But if he still worships the ground I walk on, then I did my job right.
The Silver Baron sighed,before chuckling at Lacey's answer.
Silver Baron: Wouldn't be you if that wasn't something you didn't do. But I thought you hated worshiping?
Lacey: Heh. Depends on which kind. If they want to worship me because I'm fucken hot, then they should. But a religious following, going after false ideals, and indoctrination...that shit's gotta stop.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Hell that's why we got this fucken problem with the Children in the first place.
Lacey: It does. But I'm sure that things will work themselves out. Of course you can't be a pussy and let them do what they please. You have to be violent, even if it means proving them right. Afterall, violence is an effective problem solver, when used right.
Silver Baron: I know. And do you really think I'm simply going to let that happen? Let them take over anymore?
Lacey: If you're gonna have the same thought process you had in chess here,you're going to be victorious against them.
Silver Baron: Good. But yeah, really don't care if they say they were right about me. I'm capable of violence, and guess what...No longer gonna doubt myself on it, or hold back when called for it. Just a matter of picking away at them, before Rivers has nothing left, and is defenseless. Then, much like your king here...Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no chance of fighting back.
Lacey chuckled at that. She took a swig of her water, and smiled at the Silver Baron.
Lacey: Do you have any idea how hot you sounded right there?
Silver Baron: Oh really? I thought no effort was required on my part for that.
Lacey: There isn't, but I was just saying.
The Silver Baron chuckled again, before finishing off his coffee. He then looked at Lacey, who seemed to now have a bit of a hesitant expression on her face.
Silver Baron: What's wrong Lace?
Lacey: Nothing. Yet....Everything. I'm not sure.
Silver Baron: Ah. Well, there's no need to hide anything from me. You know I wouldn't judge you.
Lacey: I know. It's just...Something recently happened to me. Something I never thought could happen at this point in my life.
The Silver Baron's face softened into a somber look. He wasn't sure why Lacey was being so cryptic. With one last sigh, Lacey looked at the Silver Baron, directly in the eyes.
Lacey: Vega. I'm...I'm pregnant.
And the proverbial bomb was dropped. The Silver Baron was very much stunned. In fact, it took him a minute to fully register it. It did earn a giggle out of Lacey.
Silver Baron: Whoah. That is big news. Who's the father?
Lacey stopped giggling, and began to glare at the Silver Baron. It took him a moment to register why she was, and he was equally stunned as to why.
Silver Baron: Me?
Lacey: Well no shit. No other man has gotten to the point where they could have been.
The Silver Baron smirked. He was feeling good about himself now. He leaned back, and looked at the ceiling.
Silver Baron: Me... A Father. Wow. That's...If you're keeping it.
Lacey: Yeah I am. Nobody has any right to raise my child, but me. Of course, I'd welcome the help and whatnot, but not needed.
Silver Baron: Oh? You don't care if I'm in the kid's life?
Lacey; I'd be lying if I said I didn't care. I do but...I'm not gonna pressure you.
The Silver Baron leaned back forward. He had a smile on his face, and grabbed Lacey's hand.
Silver Baron: I will. This is a special bond between us that will not be broken. I'll do what I can. But...Well marriage hasn't ever been on my mind.
Lacey: Heh. Well the old man might want to kill you if you didn't, but I'm not gong to. I understand why it's important for a pimp to not be tied down. Either way, what's happened....I think it was just time, even if I didn't want it to be right now.
Silver Baron: I see. However...with everything going on now, you must swear you'll keep yourself hidden. I do not want any risk to you, or the kid.
Lacey: I know. Which is why I will listen, reluctantly as it may be.
Silver Baron: Thank you. I get the feeling that my enemies will find out somehow. But fuck...If they do anything...That will be their last mistake.
The Silver Baron got up. He grabbed his jacket, and began to walk outside. He pulled his cigarettes out, and a lighter. Lacey followed. The silver Baron would light one up when they both got outside.
Silver Baron: Fuck me. Now I know how Freeman feels now. Bigger reason to want to rescue his kid.
Lacey: Well, don't let me get in the way. Yeah, you got new motivation, but really, it's not like you needed it before.
Silver Baron: Yeah that's true. In fact, while we're here, It's time I record some thoughts down, like I sometimes do. Hell like most of us do.
Lacey: Oh, a shoot?
Silver Baron: Yeah. It's time they should know that this pimp is all out of good intentions. I am gonna do bad things to them.
Lacey: I like the sound of that.
The two would quickly find an empty alleyway. Lacey would use the Silver Baron's Cell Phone, and set up the recording of him. He still had his cigarette going.
Silver Baron: The scenery as become less pleasant around here in UWA. That much has been a certainty. But who's fault is it really, that we have the children of Nephilim back in a stronger force? Is it them, or everyone else? Personally, I think it's Oliver's fault for not stepping in and doing something about it, but that's only the partial blame.
No...The real fault lies in the rest of us, for the exact same reasons. We thought, because of how easily they were taken care of last year, we wouldn't bother with them this year. Oh things have turned around on us. But we can't let them win. no...UWA was meant to be a place where all walks of life cold have some competitive fun, but there are always jackasses like Michael Rivers wanting to fuck that up.
Just mentioning Michael Rivers caused the Silver Baron to scowl. He angrily took another drag of his cigarette, before continuing.
Silver Baron: Michael Rivers...A man who I had lost to recently...doesn't THAT sound fucken familiar. You'd think that after merging my souls into one, I'd be more powerful...more focused. But the circumstances of late have caused me to worry about the slightest thing, and you Rivers, are partially responsible for it. Well, for my tag team partner's case, you were an enabler.
As for me...you've taunted me, laughed at me, and spat on me. Essentially making me come after you. I've been playing your game all this time. But my question is, why me? Why did you want to go after me? Before you answer with you wanted to bring out the 'real' me, well guess what...congratulations man, you succeeded, because I realized that I love a good fight, plus I am not one to shy away to causing violence, should the circumstances be right. No...there must be something else. Matters not at this point now. As long as you're here Michael, that's all I need to cause violence to you and your children.
So to answer what you said on Mayhem...No...I have no good intentions for you. You, along with Sin INC....I don't want to just defeat inside that ring. I want to maim and destroy you all. And hell, I'm not even the one you fuckers pissed off the most. Just enough to get me to that point.
The Silver Baron sneered. He would then kick the wall in frustration, before turning back to the camera.
Silver Baron: It's a shame really to. Because if you weren't so focused on being this god complex jackass, you'd actually be something worth respecting. I can see your ring skill is nothing to laugh at. It's your demeanor, and being something that you don't need to be, that is pissing everyone else off.
By being this so called 'God' to nitwit, but effective followers, is something that is way over done, and to be frank, completely unnecessary. But the real question right now, is why are you like this? Is there some sort of abandonment issue you have that has you indoctrinating people into fearing you, so they follow you to do every single order you bark at them? Matters not how you became that way. All I know is, like anyone else that has a god complex, the bubble will be burst, and when that happens, your children will grow up and know the truth that you're not a god, but a mortal man.
By now, the Silver Baron's demeanor had changed, from angry, to cold and calculative. He had a smile on his face, showing he was looking forward to bringing all the misery that Rivers had caused to him, back to Rivers, and then some.
Silver Baron: Showing your true colors like you did at Raising Hell proved to me that you are much easier to figure out then I originally thought. As I said, everyone who has a god complex will fall. And I'm going to make it my personal mission to expose you, just because you've pissed me off. Come Mayhem, that will all begin. Win lose or draw this tag team match, I will be on your tail, and I will make you bleed. For once a 'God' bleeds, he's vulnerable. And with your vulnerability exposed, you'll be stripped of everything you've been trying to build to make yourself a bigger fucken deal then you should be. Once I've dealt with you, the rest of the Children will fall, and the sickness that Oliver allowed to infect UWA since pretty much the start will finally be rid of.
The point...Take away your god complex, your children, and all your grandeur, you're just a sad pathetic fool. But take away the stuff I worked hard for, my Pleasure Dome, my porn business, and my girls, you're left with a man with nothing to lose, and a thirst for vengeance. And as much as you'd like to think you're divine, you ain't seen nothing yet. I won't claim to be divine, but I know of people who's mere presence can cause many things to happen at once. I won't go into details, but there is a chance you could meet such an entity soon, if you piss me off even further, especially by harming the wrong people...Make that pretty much everyone, just because it's likely going that direction.
The Silver Baron sneered again, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Silver Baron: It's like Amy Zing said to you before. You're nothing but a parasite. But I'm the counter, because much like you've tried to strip me down and take away things of me and my crew, I will take everything away from you, that you hold dear. I will show your children that their savior is like the real mainstream 'God'. Nothing more than an ignorant, parasitic asshole, who cares not for you, except for worshiping.
But what about your tag team partner, Danika? She's your main acolyte, isn't she not? She's the one who was pulling the strings originally, even when McBride was the so called leader. She got everyone on board. So one would think, that by removing her, your powers would become weakened. In fact, in this tag team match, that shall be my main goal. To take her out of the equation, which will have it begin to fall apart. But what shall I do with her? Injure her, or force her to dance and fuck for me. I think that option would be more...rewarding. At least for me, as I still got to think about my bottom line.
I wonder though...Was she once a common street whore, that you took and molded into this priestess of Nephilim? If she was, it would be easy to train her, but perhaps not as fun....well not on the training part anyways. It's more like the ebbing away her belief in you that's going to truly be the most satisfying part.
You Danika, such a sexy physical specimen. Oh the amount of money I could make off of you. I could almost salivate at such imagery. But for now, I must contend with you in this match. Much like Michael, you're quite athletically gifted, yet it's the one thing that people tend to forget,as you try to shroud it in this bullshit you're doing. Yeah I said it. It's all bullshit. I mean afterall, the greatest of all time heavyweight champion of bullshit, is of course, religion, more specifically Christianity, Islam, and Judasim. If you knew this, you wouldn't be indoctrinated by Michael, and quite possibly, be a dominating woman on your own. Most likely I'd still want to get you to dance for me, but it would be more for my own, sexually charged nature and desires, then out of bloody spite against the one who's pulling your strings.
The Silver Baron chuckled. There was a look of insanity in his eyes. Cold, but gleeful instant. It wasn't him reverting back into a schizophrenic, but a man looking forward to causing much needed violence against his enemies. He then butted out the cigarette, before looking at the camera, still with that crazy look on his face.
Silver Baron: In the end though, I will make good on my promise. Freeman and I...we're men with a goal. Him mainly to get his daughter back, and I will do what I can to help. But there is nothing that I'd like more, then to erase you people, away from the face of existence. I don't care how bloody, how violent I have to get, the job will be done. I'll even make sure that the both of you, this Mayhem or another, will be pimpslapped multiple times, you'll have the back of my hand imprinted on your faces.
This is a war you won't win. No matter how hard you believe, no matter how hard you claim to be able to out think me and everyone else...No matter how you're even having some people play your game, myself included...This is a war you won't win. Hell, even psychological wise, you won't overcome me. This isn't the first time somebody's tried this shit on me, nor will it be the last, I would imagine. Unlike the people who have a moral center, which you try to break...I'm not exactly a moral person by society's standards, now am I? Think about that for a minute.
Either way, see you fuckers on Mayhem. It's time for you to bleed like stuffed pigs!
Wit that, the Silver Baron chuckled, as he did the cutthroat gesture. It was an indication, he was ready to strike back, and strike back hard.
And he would indeed.
However, what nobody expected, was the frame of mind he would now have. It was a somewhat smarter,more calculative mind. One that was showing in what he was currently doing right now. Playing chess. He was having a friendly, but competitive game against non other, then Lacey Roberts, in a Tim Horton's in Toronto. Yes, the Silver Baron was taking a quick vacation in his hometown, and Lacey had met up with him. In fact, they were playing Chess, and the Silver Baron was being very calculative in ever single move he made.
Lacey: I'm rather impressed Vega. I would have thought you gotten scatterbrained on us again.
Silver Baron: Oh not this time Lace. No...I'm taking a much more...Smarter way to play this game.
Lacey: Chess, or the current situation in UWA?
Silver Baron: In a sense...Both. You see, right now...I'm imagining the sides...From the people on my side, to those potentially joining, to the fucken children, and Sin INC.
Lacey: Oh? Them to?
Silver Baron: Yeah. If mainly to help get Freeman's daughter back, and to put that turncoat in her place.
Lacey: Good. I like to hear that.
The Silver Baron smirked, as he moved his queen into perfect position, taking out a key part of Lacey's defense. That left her with the king stuck in between a rook and the queen, both in their sights.
Silver Baron: Checkmate Lacey.
Lacey: Very impressive Vega.
Silver Baron: Thank you. I try.
The Silver Baron took a sip of his coffee, and smiled. It was quite a while since he had Tim Horton's coffee. He was a bit irritated he couldn't smoke indoors in Toronto, and he was feeling the urge to have one soon.
Lacey: I would say I worry about you, but that's not me. Confidence in you, yeah for sure. Worry....Well-
Silver Baron: -Not in your nature, I know.
Lacey: For most people at least. Fools most of them are.
Silver Baron: Yeah. I have to ask. If it weren't for that neck injury you have, would you be helping me against Michael Rivers?
Lacey: Without a second though. It's people like him that me and Leon hate. Preaching about higher powers, 'Gods', and whatnot. And who said I'm still injured?
Silver Baron: You're not?
Lacey: I'm not. Didn't take long for me to heal. I have other reasons as to why I'm not returning right now. But...Going back to the real topic at hand, I-
Silver Baron: -Wait. What could possibly be so important that's causing you to not return to whoop some ass?
Lacey: I'll tell you in a minute. Don't interrupt me again!
Seeing how viscous Lacey's mood suddenly took, he nodded, letting her continue undisturbed.
Lacey: As I was saying, I hate people who believe they are divine beings. Nobody is, not even Leon. Though we both know he's far from divine. More like demonic.
Silver Baron: Sounds like you don't believe in 'God'. But if that was the case, wouldn't Leon not be what he is?
Lacey: Hard to say really. Either way, we're anarchists at heart, and upsetting any sort of order is something that we both love to do.
Silver Baron: I know. I gotta ask though. How are things with Bob Brooks?
Lacey; There not. Not like he was gonna get any. Naw he was just a mere toy. Cat and mouse deal you know. Had my fun with him, but I grew bored. But if he still worships the ground I walk on, then I did my job right.
The Silver Baron sighed,before chuckling at Lacey's answer.
Silver Baron: Wouldn't be you if that wasn't something you didn't do. But I thought you hated worshiping?
Lacey: Heh. Depends on which kind. If they want to worship me because I'm fucken hot, then they should. But a religious following, going after false ideals, and indoctrination...that shit's gotta stop.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Hell that's why we got this fucken problem with the Children in the first place.
Lacey: It does. But I'm sure that things will work themselves out. Of course you can't be a pussy and let them do what they please. You have to be violent, even if it means proving them right. Afterall, violence is an effective problem solver, when used right.
Silver Baron: I know. And do you really think I'm simply going to let that happen? Let them take over anymore?
Lacey: If you're gonna have the same thought process you had in chess here,you're going to be victorious against them.
Silver Baron: Good. But yeah, really don't care if they say they were right about me. I'm capable of violence, and guess what...No longer gonna doubt myself on it, or hold back when called for it. Just a matter of picking away at them, before Rivers has nothing left, and is defenseless. Then, much like your king here...Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no chance of fighting back.
Lacey chuckled at that. She took a swig of her water, and smiled at the Silver Baron.
Lacey: Do you have any idea how hot you sounded right there?
Silver Baron: Oh really? I thought no effort was required on my part for that.
Lacey: There isn't, but I was just saying.
The Silver Baron chuckled again, before finishing off his coffee. He then looked at Lacey, who seemed to now have a bit of a hesitant expression on her face.
Silver Baron: What's wrong Lace?
Lacey: Nothing. Yet....Everything. I'm not sure.
Silver Baron: Ah. Well, there's no need to hide anything from me. You know I wouldn't judge you.
Lacey: I know. It's just...Something recently happened to me. Something I never thought could happen at this point in my life.
The Silver Baron's face softened into a somber look. He wasn't sure why Lacey was being so cryptic. With one last sigh, Lacey looked at the Silver Baron, directly in the eyes.
Lacey: Vega. I'm...I'm pregnant.
And the proverbial bomb was dropped. The Silver Baron was very much stunned. In fact, it took him a minute to fully register it. It did earn a giggle out of Lacey.
Silver Baron: Whoah. That is big news. Who's the father?
Lacey stopped giggling, and began to glare at the Silver Baron. It took him a moment to register why she was, and he was equally stunned as to why.
Silver Baron: Me?
Lacey: Well no shit. No other man has gotten to the point where they could have been.
The Silver Baron smirked. He was feeling good about himself now. He leaned back, and looked at the ceiling.
Silver Baron: Me... A Father. Wow. That's...If you're keeping it.
Lacey: Yeah I am. Nobody has any right to raise my child, but me. Of course, I'd welcome the help and whatnot, but not needed.
Silver Baron: Oh? You don't care if I'm in the kid's life?
Lacey; I'd be lying if I said I didn't care. I do but...I'm not gonna pressure you.
The Silver Baron leaned back forward. He had a smile on his face, and grabbed Lacey's hand.
Silver Baron: I will. This is a special bond between us that will not be broken. I'll do what I can. But...Well marriage hasn't ever been on my mind.
Lacey: Heh. Well the old man might want to kill you if you didn't, but I'm not gong to. I understand why it's important for a pimp to not be tied down. Either way, what's happened....I think it was just time, even if I didn't want it to be right now.
Silver Baron: I see. However...with everything going on now, you must swear you'll keep yourself hidden. I do not want any risk to you, or the kid.
Lacey: I know. Which is why I will listen, reluctantly as it may be.
Silver Baron: Thank you. I get the feeling that my enemies will find out somehow. But fuck...If they do anything...That will be their last mistake.
The Silver Baron got up. He grabbed his jacket, and began to walk outside. He pulled his cigarettes out, and a lighter. Lacey followed. The silver Baron would light one up when they both got outside.
Silver Baron: Fuck me. Now I know how Freeman feels now. Bigger reason to want to rescue his kid.
Lacey: Well, don't let me get in the way. Yeah, you got new motivation, but really, it's not like you needed it before.
Silver Baron: Yeah that's true. In fact, while we're here, It's time I record some thoughts down, like I sometimes do. Hell like most of us do.
Lacey: Oh, a shoot?
Silver Baron: Yeah. It's time they should know that this pimp is all out of good intentions. I am gonna do bad things to them.
Lacey: I like the sound of that.
The two would quickly find an empty alleyway. Lacey would use the Silver Baron's Cell Phone, and set up the recording of him. He still had his cigarette going.
Silver Baron: The scenery as become less pleasant around here in UWA. That much has been a certainty. But who's fault is it really, that we have the children of Nephilim back in a stronger force? Is it them, or everyone else? Personally, I think it's Oliver's fault for not stepping in and doing something about it, but that's only the partial blame.
No...The real fault lies in the rest of us, for the exact same reasons. We thought, because of how easily they were taken care of last year, we wouldn't bother with them this year. Oh things have turned around on us. But we can't let them win. no...UWA was meant to be a place where all walks of life cold have some competitive fun, but there are always jackasses like Michael Rivers wanting to fuck that up.
Just mentioning Michael Rivers caused the Silver Baron to scowl. He angrily took another drag of his cigarette, before continuing.
Silver Baron: Michael Rivers...A man who I had lost to recently...doesn't THAT sound fucken familiar. You'd think that after merging my souls into one, I'd be more powerful...more focused. But the circumstances of late have caused me to worry about the slightest thing, and you Rivers, are partially responsible for it. Well, for my tag team partner's case, you were an enabler.
As for me...you've taunted me, laughed at me, and spat on me. Essentially making me come after you. I've been playing your game all this time. But my question is, why me? Why did you want to go after me? Before you answer with you wanted to bring out the 'real' me, well guess what...congratulations man, you succeeded, because I realized that I love a good fight, plus I am not one to shy away to causing violence, should the circumstances be right. No...there must be something else. Matters not at this point now. As long as you're here Michael, that's all I need to cause violence to you and your children.
So to answer what you said on Mayhem...No...I have no good intentions for you. You, along with Sin INC....I don't want to just defeat inside that ring. I want to maim and destroy you all. And hell, I'm not even the one you fuckers pissed off the most. Just enough to get me to that point.
The Silver Baron sneered. He would then kick the wall in frustration, before turning back to the camera.
Silver Baron: It's a shame really to. Because if you weren't so focused on being this god complex jackass, you'd actually be something worth respecting. I can see your ring skill is nothing to laugh at. It's your demeanor, and being something that you don't need to be, that is pissing everyone else off.
By being this so called 'God' to nitwit, but effective followers, is something that is way over done, and to be frank, completely unnecessary. But the real question right now, is why are you like this? Is there some sort of abandonment issue you have that has you indoctrinating people into fearing you, so they follow you to do every single order you bark at them? Matters not how you became that way. All I know is, like anyone else that has a god complex, the bubble will be burst, and when that happens, your children will grow up and know the truth that you're not a god, but a mortal man.
By now, the Silver Baron's demeanor had changed, from angry, to cold and calculative. He had a smile on his face, showing he was looking forward to bringing all the misery that Rivers had caused to him, back to Rivers, and then some.
Silver Baron: Showing your true colors like you did at Raising Hell proved to me that you are much easier to figure out then I originally thought. As I said, everyone who has a god complex will fall. And I'm going to make it my personal mission to expose you, just because you've pissed me off. Come Mayhem, that will all begin. Win lose or draw this tag team match, I will be on your tail, and I will make you bleed. For once a 'God' bleeds, he's vulnerable. And with your vulnerability exposed, you'll be stripped of everything you've been trying to build to make yourself a bigger fucken deal then you should be. Once I've dealt with you, the rest of the Children will fall, and the sickness that Oliver allowed to infect UWA since pretty much the start will finally be rid of.
The point...Take away your god complex, your children, and all your grandeur, you're just a sad pathetic fool. But take away the stuff I worked hard for, my Pleasure Dome, my porn business, and my girls, you're left with a man with nothing to lose, and a thirst for vengeance. And as much as you'd like to think you're divine, you ain't seen nothing yet. I won't claim to be divine, but I know of people who's mere presence can cause many things to happen at once. I won't go into details, but there is a chance you could meet such an entity soon, if you piss me off even further, especially by harming the wrong people...Make that pretty much everyone, just because it's likely going that direction.
The Silver Baron sneered again, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
Silver Baron: It's like Amy Zing said to you before. You're nothing but a parasite. But I'm the counter, because much like you've tried to strip me down and take away things of me and my crew, I will take everything away from you, that you hold dear. I will show your children that their savior is like the real mainstream 'God'. Nothing more than an ignorant, parasitic asshole, who cares not for you, except for worshiping.
But what about your tag team partner, Danika? She's your main acolyte, isn't she not? She's the one who was pulling the strings originally, even when McBride was the so called leader. She got everyone on board. So one would think, that by removing her, your powers would become weakened. In fact, in this tag team match, that shall be my main goal. To take her out of the equation, which will have it begin to fall apart. But what shall I do with her? Injure her, or force her to dance and fuck for me. I think that option would be more...rewarding. At least for me, as I still got to think about my bottom line.
I wonder though...Was she once a common street whore, that you took and molded into this priestess of Nephilim? If she was, it would be easy to train her, but perhaps not as fun....well not on the training part anyways. It's more like the ebbing away her belief in you that's going to truly be the most satisfying part.
You Danika, such a sexy physical specimen. Oh the amount of money I could make off of you. I could almost salivate at such imagery. But for now, I must contend with you in this match. Much like Michael, you're quite athletically gifted, yet it's the one thing that people tend to forget,as you try to shroud it in this bullshit you're doing. Yeah I said it. It's all bullshit. I mean afterall, the greatest of all time heavyweight champion of bullshit, is of course, religion, more specifically Christianity, Islam, and Judasim. If you knew this, you wouldn't be indoctrinated by Michael, and quite possibly, be a dominating woman on your own. Most likely I'd still want to get you to dance for me, but it would be more for my own, sexually charged nature and desires, then out of bloody spite against the one who's pulling your strings.
The Silver Baron chuckled. There was a look of insanity in his eyes. Cold, but gleeful instant. It wasn't him reverting back into a schizophrenic, but a man looking forward to causing much needed violence against his enemies. He then butted out the cigarette, before looking at the camera, still with that crazy look on his face.
Silver Baron: In the end though, I will make good on my promise. Freeman and I...we're men with a goal. Him mainly to get his daughter back, and I will do what I can to help. But there is nothing that I'd like more, then to erase you people, away from the face of existence. I don't care how bloody, how violent I have to get, the job will be done. I'll even make sure that the both of you, this Mayhem or another, will be pimpslapped multiple times, you'll have the back of my hand imprinted on your faces.
This is a war you won't win. No matter how hard you believe, no matter how hard you claim to be able to out think me and everyone else...No matter how you're even having some people play your game, myself included...This is a war you won't win. Hell, even psychological wise, you won't overcome me. This isn't the first time somebody's tried this shit on me, nor will it be the last, I would imagine. Unlike the people who have a moral center, which you try to break...I'm not exactly a moral person by society's standards, now am I? Think about that for a minute.
Either way, see you fuckers on Mayhem. It's time for you to bleed like stuffed pigs!
Wit that, the Silver Baron chuckled, as he did the cutthroat gesture. It was an indication, he was ready to strike back, and strike back hard.
And he would indeed.
