Post by silverbaron on Dec 4, 2015 23:33:25 GMT -6
It was finally now in December. Inspite of the Pleasure Dome being located in Las Vegas (which as we all know, is part of the Nevada Desert), mostly everyone was getting into the spirit, and there was some decorations set up all over the place. Perhaps the Silver Baron's favorite part (and likely everyone else's) was that the girls had mostly donned the various costumes to make them slutty, naughty versions of lady elves, and Mrs Clause.
But that's not what was on the Silver Baron's mind right now. Right now, he was sitting at his desk, on his laptop, and on Skype. Namely just starting a video chat with his baby momma, Lacey.
Silver Baron: Hey Lacey.
Lacey: Hello Vega.
The Silver Baron couldn't help but lean in a bit closer, as he saw Lacey was in tight white Tshirt, and it was showing off some good cleavage.
Lacey: Heh. Like what you see?
Silver Baron: Oh...YEAH!
The way that the Silver Baron said that was probably a bit to enthusiastic, but Lacey only giggled. The Silver Baron leaned back on his chair, head way tilted back.
Lacey: Oh wow. didn't expect that reaction. then again...Wasn't sure if my tits got any bigger. I think they might have.
Silver Baron: Maybe. Can I have a look?
Lacey smirked, and looked around. Which was completely not needed, considering she was in a private location. When the Silver Baron saw that Lacey had lifted up her top, exposing herself to him, his smile grew even bigger. He even nodded a bit, before practically whipping his head right back again. Lacey covered herself up, and looked at thesilver Baron with a questioning glance.
Lacey: Did just seeing them cause you to cum?
It was then, that some red hair was seen rising up, eventually, a full head was seen. It was Azura. She had brushed a few strands of hair back, as she got up, and even sat on the Silver Baron's lap.. Needless to say, Lacey was not impressed...but at the same time, mildly amused.
Lacey: Really Vega? You couldn't have waited to call until after firecrotch blew you?
Azura: He could have, But...You know how he is.
Lacey *chuckles*: Yeah, that's something he'd do. I just hope that he doesn't do that to everyone.
Silver Baron: Why do you care? You'd get a kick out of it.
Lacey: Yeah you're right. Especially if it was your mother.
Silver Baron: Ah....Well if anything, she'd probably ask if it was forced, or not. If she believed it was, well then I'd be on the receiving end. Trust me, when that woman is mad, it's not pretty.
Lacey: I'll bet.
Azura: But if she believes the truth, well she'd feel proud for her boy. Least I would if I was her. Oh and Lacey, thanks for the assist.
Lacey chuckled at that, as the Silver Baron turned his head towards Azura.
Silver Baron: Aren't you up on stage in five?
Azura: Shit you're right. Well...I guess that's it for me then.
Lacey: I might have to stop by again soon, and have a taste for myself.
Azura giggled and blushed at that, before blowing Lacey a kiss. Azura then left, but not before the Silver Baron got a feel of her ass in first.
Silver Baron: I hope you mean in at least a year.
Lacey: I meant when the Children are gone.
Silver Baron: Well I hope that's soon. So fucken sick and tired of them.
Lacey: So am I, and I never dealt with them directly.
Silver Baron: Is that worry I sense.
Lacey glared at the Silver Baron for a minute, before sighing, and nodding her head.
Lacey: It's...Its only just over a month long, yet I'm feeling...So attached. I know this is normal, but...it still feels so foreign, to care about something this deeply.
Silver Baron: Well, it is a part of you. Part of me as well. By the way, how did the boys take it?
Lacey: Dad and Leon? Well here's the thing...I haven't told dad yet. Leon however took it well, even said a round is on him next you see him.
Silver Baron: I'm almost afraid now.
Lacey giggled at that. The Silver Baron leaned forward, and propped his elbows up, and crossed his fingers, as he leaned his head on them.
Silver Baron: I wish I could come and see you. Wish you could be here with me. But...the Children are not something I want to risk.
Lacey: I know. You facing one of them soon?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I'm facing their newest guy, Dean Hemlen on Mayhem. Which is a shame, because he's alot like me...Or at least how I used to be, and he was basically given to them. Not a good idea, and...well regardless of that, he's going to be the one paying for it.
Lacey: Yeah. But why him? Why will he directly, be the one paying for it, so to speak?
Silver Baron: Well do you really think I'm going to take it easy on a guy who I understand? Especially if they are part of the enemy army? Hell no.
Lacey: Well when you put it that way, I'd like to hear all the details of the ass kicking you're gonna give him, when it's done. And if you get his blood on you, don't wash it off until I see it.
The Silver Baron chuckled at that, amused that Lacey's devil may care attitude still remained. Lacey then yawned.
Lacey: Sorry. I'm just feeling a bit out of it. Pregnancy pains I'm guessing.
Silver Baron: Yeah, plus you're a few hours ahead of me.
Lacey: That's true. I really would like to stay on, but I can't force to much. Sorry can't chat much because of it.
Silver Baron: Don't worry about it. Get some sleep, and we'll talk later.
Lacey: Alright. See ya.
With that, Lacey logged off. The Silver Baron closed skype down, and sighed.
Silver Baron: Now what?
The Silver Baron smirked, as he took out a cigar from his desk. He then got up, and got himself a bottle of beer, before sitting down, and loading up a recording program.
Silver Baron: I guess a shoot wouldn't hurt.
The Silver Baron chuckled, as he uncapped his beer bottle, followed by lighting up is cigar. He pressed record, and began to voice this thoughts.
Silver Baron: Well everyone, we are nearing the end of another year. Profits have been rather good, UWA continues to build itself up nicely, and your main pimp, the Silver Baron, has gotten his own mental issues dealt with. Hasn't been easy, especially with the leader of the Children was trying to shatter my sanity, indoctrinating me to his will, but as we all know, he's failed at that. Instead, I'm more focussed, more determined, and no longer do I care about how much pain I have to inflict upon somebody, if they fuck with me and my family.
Sadly, when it comes to family, one member has gone off the deep end, and needless to say, it's affecting everyone. Freeman's actions are becoming...Deplorable. Injuring a woman for trying to help, multiple arrests, and living his life at the bottom of the bottle some much, you think he was talked about in that Kendrick Lamar song, 'Swimming Pools'. Now I know he's messed up due to his daughter being kidnapped, but fuck, instead of doing that shit, he should actually be productive. Maybe he should take Craven's example, ad do something, because inspite being in a very similar situation, what with Skylar kidnapped, he's actually doing what he can to find her!
But that shit is not what we're here for. no. What we're here for, is to deal with a very poor and unfortunate soul. One who was essentially given to the Children of Nephilim, by our boss. I am of course, talking about Dean Hemlem.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigar, blowing out the smoke upward. He still held it inbetween his fingers as he resumed talking.
Silver Baron: Now, why do I call him a poor unfortunate soul? Because much like how I was, or arguably still am, he's crazy. A lunatic. The only reason our boss knew about him was through a friend, and decided to give him a job. A job, which he has zero experience in, and no formal training. Wrestling is a lifestyle and job that requires formal training, and you get better with experience. He lacks those two things, and most of our roster has that. I mean, in his debut match a few weeks back, I did pin him after he made a seriously bad rookie call. Lesson one kid, leave no openings, because everyone will take advantage of them.
But perhaps the one thing that has made him such a poor unfortunate soul, is because of Oliver basically sending him to the front door of the fucken Children. The one group, who has been terrorizing this company since pretty much day one. Oliver...HOW MUCH OF A FUCKEN IDIOT ARE YOU!?!?!
Did you have a look at this kid's mug and say 'he's ugly, lets send him to the wolves' or do you have a vendetta against him?Or maybe, and I truly do believe this is possible...you're in the back pocket of the Children. I mean, how the fuck else do you justify letting them get away with all the fucken crap they've pulled off?! Him giving you Dean, to them, is all the reason I need to believe that!
The Silver Baron quickly grabbed his beer, and with an angry expression on his face, he guzzled some of his down, before practically slamming it onto his desk. When he realized that, he took himself a minute, plus another drag of his cigar, to help calm himself down.
Silver Baron Oh sure, he can say he did it because of Danika's psychiatrist experience. Well much like politicians, psychiatrists are stunningly full of shit. You want to know why? They're 'Trained' professionals to deal with people, like you and me? But do they know what we're going through? Do they know what it's like to live where in society's standards we're outcasts? Where WE have to conform to other standards, otherwise we're considered criminal, or insane?
Now I'm not going to sit around here and claim I know what's going on in the boss's brain. Maybe he really does think it was best for you. But looking at this from my perspective...If Oliver actually wanted to help you, he shouldn't have sent you to Danika. He should have sent to somebody who can relate to you. Alot of people might speculate that it could be anyone on this roster, considering some of our quirks. I completely disagree. Why? Not all of us are actually crazy, per say. Alot of us here are addicts, or drama queens, or sometimes both. Though admittedly, when it comes to in between the ropes, they have proven why they belong in the squared circle.
But what about me? Well it's been well documented about my MPD that I have lived with my entire life. Part family curse, part wanting to conform to society, not wanting to cause anymore harm then needed. But once people found out, very few people supported me. I had a hard time trying to find wrestling work here for a couple years, and had to go to Japan, and Brazil to get decent work. I then adapted the pimp lifestyle, partly out of spite due to a unfortunate incident, and because it was something that didn't feel jaded to me!
The Silver Baron sighed, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took another gulp of his beer, and another drag of his cigar.
Silver Baron: Heh. You know how it is to lose your temper over shit, so don't expect any apologies. Point is Dean, Danika isn't trying to help you. Her intention was never to do so, because she has no will of her own. If she did, she might actually be work jacking off to, instead of rolling one's set of eyes. Much like how I did when I heard about the San Bernardo shooting the other day. Matter of fact, you could argue the Children of Nephilim have a similar mindset that the couple had when they shot people up.
Either way Dean, you're with the wrong people. If you yourself, wanted help, you should have asked for somebody who actually knows and understands you. Not people who don't, and only see you as a paycheque. Nor to somebody who sees you as a weapon. Family might, but at the same time, it's possible to make things worse with them around. That I can attest for.
But...If you had come to me, I would have at least been able to relate. I would have been able to actually give you sound advice, and more then likely, ya would have gotten some pussy in the meantime. Hell, we could even have teamed up and put people in their places, especially those clowns, Sang Real, and too their currently worthless gold in the process.
Now, because of the actions of others, you are forced to stand against me. Not just in a competitive stance, but in this war. And as strong as you appear to be, you have neither the skills, experience, or aggression to overcome me.
The thing is Dean, it's nothing personal against you. If it was, well then it would be a miracle for you to leave the arena on your own two feet. Hell maybe that still might happen, if I truly do feel the need to get a point across.
The Silver Baron nodded, with a neutral expression present. It was a clear indicator that he was very much sincere, and would follow through on his word.
Silver Baron: I'll end with this. If you truly do feel that you belong with the Children...well ass much as I'd like to respect that decision, I cannot, and I will make you regret it. But if you do decide to take your life into your own hands and become something not related to them, and build your skills up, and unleash the potential madness within... That's nothing but mad respect. Not just from me, but from everyone. And thus I'll bet the next time we meet, should you choose that path, will be alot more fun. Not only for those watching, but for us, because I doubt there will be much animosity.
Until then, you'll be witnessing first hand why Michael Rivers is actually feeling lucky to face Kyle Travis and Amy Zing, instead of me. Because in spite of a win over me on Amy's part, and her own reasons to want to kill him, she won't be able to pull it off, and Kyle Travis...Well he's known for his mouth being faster then the rest of him.
The Silver Baron couldn't help but chuckle at that, which interrupted his thoughts for a second. But he would take another drag of his cigar, before resuming.
Silver Baron: Just know this Dean. I would advise you to make sure that the Children don't interfere. It will at least help you walk away, instead of being carted away. Because as dangerous as people said you can be, I can easily take it, and send it back stronger. You're about to see for yourself.
The Silver Baron smirked, before drinking the rest of his beer, and taking one last drag of hic cigar, ending his video with him blowing the smoke right at the camera.
But that's not what was on the Silver Baron's mind right now. Right now, he was sitting at his desk, on his laptop, and on Skype. Namely just starting a video chat with his baby momma, Lacey.
Silver Baron: Hey Lacey.
Lacey: Hello Vega.
The Silver Baron couldn't help but lean in a bit closer, as he saw Lacey was in tight white Tshirt, and it was showing off some good cleavage.
Lacey: Heh. Like what you see?
Silver Baron: Oh...YEAH!
The way that the Silver Baron said that was probably a bit to enthusiastic, but Lacey only giggled. The Silver Baron leaned back on his chair, head way tilted back.
Lacey: Oh wow. didn't expect that reaction. then again...Wasn't sure if my tits got any bigger. I think they might have.
Silver Baron: Maybe. Can I have a look?
Lacey smirked, and looked around. Which was completely not needed, considering she was in a private location. When the Silver Baron saw that Lacey had lifted up her top, exposing herself to him, his smile grew even bigger. He even nodded a bit, before practically whipping his head right back again. Lacey covered herself up, and looked at thesilver Baron with a questioning glance.
Lacey: Did just seeing them cause you to cum?
It was then, that some red hair was seen rising up, eventually, a full head was seen. It was Azura. She had brushed a few strands of hair back, as she got up, and even sat on the Silver Baron's lap.. Needless to say, Lacey was not impressed...but at the same time, mildly amused.
Lacey: Really Vega? You couldn't have waited to call until after firecrotch blew you?
Azura: He could have, But...You know how he is.
Lacey *chuckles*: Yeah, that's something he'd do. I just hope that he doesn't do that to everyone.
Silver Baron: Why do you care? You'd get a kick out of it.
Lacey: Yeah you're right. Especially if it was your mother.
Silver Baron: Ah....Well if anything, she'd probably ask if it was forced, or not. If she believed it was, well then I'd be on the receiving end. Trust me, when that woman is mad, it's not pretty.
Lacey: I'll bet.
Azura: But if she believes the truth, well she'd feel proud for her boy. Least I would if I was her. Oh and Lacey, thanks for the assist.
Lacey chuckled at that, as the Silver Baron turned his head towards Azura.
Silver Baron: Aren't you up on stage in five?
Azura: Shit you're right. Well...I guess that's it for me then.
Lacey: I might have to stop by again soon, and have a taste for myself.
Azura giggled and blushed at that, before blowing Lacey a kiss. Azura then left, but not before the Silver Baron got a feel of her ass in first.
Silver Baron: I hope you mean in at least a year.
Lacey: I meant when the Children are gone.
Silver Baron: Well I hope that's soon. So fucken sick and tired of them.
Lacey: So am I, and I never dealt with them directly.
Silver Baron: Is that worry I sense.
Lacey glared at the Silver Baron for a minute, before sighing, and nodding her head.
Lacey: It's...Its only just over a month long, yet I'm feeling...So attached. I know this is normal, but...it still feels so foreign, to care about something this deeply.
Silver Baron: Well, it is a part of you. Part of me as well. By the way, how did the boys take it?
Lacey: Dad and Leon? Well here's the thing...I haven't told dad yet. Leon however took it well, even said a round is on him next you see him.
Silver Baron: I'm almost afraid now.
Lacey giggled at that. The Silver Baron leaned forward, and propped his elbows up, and crossed his fingers, as he leaned his head on them.
Silver Baron: I wish I could come and see you. Wish you could be here with me. But...the Children are not something I want to risk.
Lacey: I know. You facing one of them soon?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I'm facing their newest guy, Dean Hemlen on Mayhem. Which is a shame, because he's alot like me...Or at least how I used to be, and he was basically given to them. Not a good idea, and...well regardless of that, he's going to be the one paying for it.
Lacey: Yeah. But why him? Why will he directly, be the one paying for it, so to speak?
Silver Baron: Well do you really think I'm going to take it easy on a guy who I understand? Especially if they are part of the enemy army? Hell no.
Lacey: Well when you put it that way, I'd like to hear all the details of the ass kicking you're gonna give him, when it's done. And if you get his blood on you, don't wash it off until I see it.
The Silver Baron chuckled at that, amused that Lacey's devil may care attitude still remained. Lacey then yawned.
Lacey: Sorry. I'm just feeling a bit out of it. Pregnancy pains I'm guessing.
Silver Baron: Yeah, plus you're a few hours ahead of me.
Lacey: That's true. I really would like to stay on, but I can't force to much. Sorry can't chat much because of it.
Silver Baron: Don't worry about it. Get some sleep, and we'll talk later.
Lacey: Alright. See ya.
With that, Lacey logged off. The Silver Baron closed skype down, and sighed.
Silver Baron: Now what?
The Silver Baron smirked, as he took out a cigar from his desk. He then got up, and got himself a bottle of beer, before sitting down, and loading up a recording program.
Silver Baron: I guess a shoot wouldn't hurt.
The Silver Baron chuckled, as he uncapped his beer bottle, followed by lighting up is cigar. He pressed record, and began to voice this thoughts.
Silver Baron: Well everyone, we are nearing the end of another year. Profits have been rather good, UWA continues to build itself up nicely, and your main pimp, the Silver Baron, has gotten his own mental issues dealt with. Hasn't been easy, especially with the leader of the Children was trying to shatter my sanity, indoctrinating me to his will, but as we all know, he's failed at that. Instead, I'm more focussed, more determined, and no longer do I care about how much pain I have to inflict upon somebody, if they fuck with me and my family.
Sadly, when it comes to family, one member has gone off the deep end, and needless to say, it's affecting everyone. Freeman's actions are becoming...Deplorable. Injuring a woman for trying to help, multiple arrests, and living his life at the bottom of the bottle some much, you think he was talked about in that Kendrick Lamar song, 'Swimming Pools'. Now I know he's messed up due to his daughter being kidnapped, but fuck, instead of doing that shit, he should actually be productive. Maybe he should take Craven's example, ad do something, because inspite being in a very similar situation, what with Skylar kidnapped, he's actually doing what he can to find her!
But that shit is not what we're here for. no. What we're here for, is to deal with a very poor and unfortunate soul. One who was essentially given to the Children of Nephilim, by our boss. I am of course, talking about Dean Hemlem.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigar, blowing out the smoke upward. He still held it inbetween his fingers as he resumed talking.
Silver Baron: Now, why do I call him a poor unfortunate soul? Because much like how I was, or arguably still am, he's crazy. A lunatic. The only reason our boss knew about him was through a friend, and decided to give him a job. A job, which he has zero experience in, and no formal training. Wrestling is a lifestyle and job that requires formal training, and you get better with experience. He lacks those two things, and most of our roster has that. I mean, in his debut match a few weeks back, I did pin him after he made a seriously bad rookie call. Lesson one kid, leave no openings, because everyone will take advantage of them.
But perhaps the one thing that has made him such a poor unfortunate soul, is because of Oliver basically sending him to the front door of the fucken Children. The one group, who has been terrorizing this company since pretty much day one. Oliver...HOW MUCH OF A FUCKEN IDIOT ARE YOU!?!?!
Did you have a look at this kid's mug and say 'he's ugly, lets send him to the wolves' or do you have a vendetta against him?Or maybe, and I truly do believe this is possible...you're in the back pocket of the Children. I mean, how the fuck else do you justify letting them get away with all the fucken crap they've pulled off?! Him giving you Dean, to them, is all the reason I need to believe that!
The Silver Baron quickly grabbed his beer, and with an angry expression on his face, he guzzled some of his down, before practically slamming it onto his desk. When he realized that, he took himself a minute, plus another drag of his cigar, to help calm himself down.
Silver Baron Oh sure, he can say he did it because of Danika's psychiatrist experience. Well much like politicians, psychiatrists are stunningly full of shit. You want to know why? They're 'Trained' professionals to deal with people, like you and me? But do they know what we're going through? Do they know what it's like to live where in society's standards we're outcasts? Where WE have to conform to other standards, otherwise we're considered criminal, or insane?
Now I'm not going to sit around here and claim I know what's going on in the boss's brain. Maybe he really does think it was best for you. But looking at this from my perspective...If Oliver actually wanted to help you, he shouldn't have sent you to Danika. He should have sent to somebody who can relate to you. Alot of people might speculate that it could be anyone on this roster, considering some of our quirks. I completely disagree. Why? Not all of us are actually crazy, per say. Alot of us here are addicts, or drama queens, or sometimes both. Though admittedly, when it comes to in between the ropes, they have proven why they belong in the squared circle.
But what about me? Well it's been well documented about my MPD that I have lived with my entire life. Part family curse, part wanting to conform to society, not wanting to cause anymore harm then needed. But once people found out, very few people supported me. I had a hard time trying to find wrestling work here for a couple years, and had to go to Japan, and Brazil to get decent work. I then adapted the pimp lifestyle, partly out of spite due to a unfortunate incident, and because it was something that didn't feel jaded to me!
The Silver Baron sighed, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He took another gulp of his beer, and another drag of his cigar.
Silver Baron: Heh. You know how it is to lose your temper over shit, so don't expect any apologies. Point is Dean, Danika isn't trying to help you. Her intention was never to do so, because she has no will of her own. If she did, she might actually be work jacking off to, instead of rolling one's set of eyes. Much like how I did when I heard about the San Bernardo shooting the other day. Matter of fact, you could argue the Children of Nephilim have a similar mindset that the couple had when they shot people up.
Either way Dean, you're with the wrong people. If you yourself, wanted help, you should have asked for somebody who actually knows and understands you. Not people who don't, and only see you as a paycheque. Nor to somebody who sees you as a weapon. Family might, but at the same time, it's possible to make things worse with them around. That I can attest for.
But...If you had come to me, I would have at least been able to relate. I would have been able to actually give you sound advice, and more then likely, ya would have gotten some pussy in the meantime. Hell, we could even have teamed up and put people in their places, especially those clowns, Sang Real, and too their currently worthless gold in the process.
Now, because of the actions of others, you are forced to stand against me. Not just in a competitive stance, but in this war. And as strong as you appear to be, you have neither the skills, experience, or aggression to overcome me.
The thing is Dean, it's nothing personal against you. If it was, well then it would be a miracle for you to leave the arena on your own two feet. Hell maybe that still might happen, if I truly do feel the need to get a point across.
The Silver Baron nodded, with a neutral expression present. It was a clear indicator that he was very much sincere, and would follow through on his word.
Silver Baron: I'll end with this. If you truly do feel that you belong with the Children...well ass much as I'd like to respect that decision, I cannot, and I will make you regret it. But if you do decide to take your life into your own hands and become something not related to them, and build your skills up, and unleash the potential madness within... That's nothing but mad respect. Not just from me, but from everyone. And thus I'll bet the next time we meet, should you choose that path, will be alot more fun. Not only for those watching, but for us, because I doubt there will be much animosity.
Until then, you'll be witnessing first hand why Michael Rivers is actually feeling lucky to face Kyle Travis and Amy Zing, instead of me. Because in spite of a win over me on Amy's part, and her own reasons to want to kill him, she won't be able to pull it off, and Kyle Travis...Well he's known for his mouth being faster then the rest of him.
The Silver Baron couldn't help but chuckle at that, which interrupted his thoughts for a second. But he would take another drag of his cigar, before resuming.
Silver Baron: Just know this Dean. I would advise you to make sure that the Children don't interfere. It will at least help you walk away, instead of being carted away. Because as dangerous as people said you can be, I can easily take it, and send it back stronger. You're about to see for yourself.
The Silver Baron smirked, before drinking the rest of his beer, and taking one last drag of hic cigar, ending his video with him blowing the smoke right at the camera.
