Post by silverbaron on Apr 13, 2014 22:34:40 GMT -6
~Thursday, April 10th, 2014~
In the halls of a somewhat worn down, but well kept gym located in Sin City, it would be of no surprise that you could hear the sounds of fist meeting punching bags, amongst other physical activities. This was Donovan's, and in the main section, there was a single wrestling ring set up there.
However, there wasn't much punching noise, as so much as some stomping on the concrete floor. For this is where The Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman, currently were getting some practice in. The two that are simple known, as the Sin City Knights, were in an exhibition tag match. Now while it was more of less a sparring match, the intensity in the air made it so, that everyone was paying attention.
Fraser Freeman: Let's practice a couple team moves.
The Silver Baron tagged in Freeman, and whipped one of the sparring partners into a corner. Freeman got onto al fours, as the Silver Baron ran, and jumped off Freeman's back like a springboard, landing ontop of his opponent.
Many other team moves were practices, such as double clotheslines, double suplexes, and even a hi-low clothesline combo. Eventually, they finished things up with hitting the move they knocked out Trent Paige with. They called it, Big Pimpin'. With that, the entire crowd, though small, erupted into cheers. At that point, the session was over.
Silver Baron: You alright?
Opponent: Yeah. Gonna be a bit sore.
Silver Baron: Took it like a champ though. For that, here's my card.
The Silver Baron dug into his gym bag, and pulled out a business card. It read 'The pleasure dome, gentlemen's club'. The guy was stunned that he got a card for that place.
Silver Baron: Big party this weekend. Better be there.
The guy nodded, with a rather big smile on his face, as he slowly got up, and wobbled away. Freeman smirked, and shook his head at that.
Fraser Freeman: That poor chump isn't going to know what hit him Monday morning with a maxed out credit card and loan sharks up his ass.
Silver Baron: Couldn't have said it better myself man. Gotta keep business going, and that chump is prime for harvesting.
Fraser Freeman: Well of course mate. It's as I say sometimes. once you enter the pleasure dome only one thing is for certain, your either coming out with an empty wallet or on a stretcher.
Silver Baron: True. But hey, I don't see you complaining 'bout all the chumps you get to stick the boot to yo.
The two laughed at that. However, a rather strange sound was now being heard, as there was some loud clicking noise. And the cause of the noise was soon revealed at the main doorway. It was a finely dressed, high heeled, mini skirt wearing woman, who had absolutely stunning looks, from her curvy hips, sexy face, tied up dark brown hair, and a very nice rack. She walked towards the two men. Freeman smiled, while the Silver Baron sighed.
Silver Baron: Nicole. Bit surprised that you're here. Thought you were prepping the rest of the girls.
Nicole: They're good boss. But you got a package.
Silver Baron: Couldn't this have waited? We were gonna be heading back soon Nic'.
Nicole: Not this one. I believe your exact orders when this particular package came in was....deliver it to my hands personally.
Fraser Freeman: You did say that mate.
Silver Baron: Okay so I did. So, what is it?
Nicole handed the Silver Baron the manilla envelope. He opened it up, and quickly checked over the contents. Within seconds, a massive smile was on full display from the Silver Baron. In fact, what he read, made his excitement hard to control In fact, once he was done, he shoved the papers into Freeman, and pulled Nicole into a heated kiss, and a firm ass groping.
Fraser Freeman: What the hell got you so fired up?
Silver Baron: The licensing applications I filed a while back got approved. Meaning if we wanted to, or rather, will...we can take the business on the road. Strip busses!
Fraser Freeman: For real?
Nicole: For real big guy.
Silver Baron: Good work Nicole. I think you deserve quite the reward for this.
Nicole: Can't wait. Oh, and before I forget. Got a call from the booking committee. You guys got yourself a match on their next show, which is taking place in Portland.
Fraser Freeman: Oh nice, on their pay per view. Who we facing?
Nicole: Dark Camelot and K.I.S.S.
Silver Baron: HA! Nothing to worry about. Just gonna be dealing with some dolts and hoes.
Nicole cleared her throat. Silver Baron and Freeman turned their attention to her. Silver Baron gave her a blank stare, showing he wasn't taking back what he said. Nicole sighed, and let the matter drop.
Fraser Freeman: Anyway, I gotta head home. Call me if there's anything you need my help with anything.
Silver Baron: Just be back at the club at eight, unless I put you on assignment.
Fraser Freeman: You got it boss.
~Friday, April 11th, 2014~
The Silver Baron was currently on his smart phone, placing a custom paint order. He had found a really nice, somewhat used, double decker bus, for his on the go strip club business. He finished up, and put his cell phone down, and proceeded to put on a nice, silk silver button up t shirt. He looked to the side, and saw that Nicole was looking over the books, keeping check over the stuff for the upcoming party.
Nicole: Hey boss. I have to ask you something.
Silver Baron: Oh. Well I suppose I can answer, within reason.
Nicole: I know. Employer to employee limits in this business. But why me? Why are you trusting me, with all this stuff. Shouldn't that be for a non whore?
Silver Baron: Good question. One I'll be happy to answer for you. You see Nic', I'm not like the other pimps. I actually do care about my employees.
Nicole: You keep forgetting the names of most of the girls. How is anyone supposed to believe that?
Silver Baron: Ah, but you see Nicole, that's where things are a bit interesting. Most of those girls, they have yet to do anything that would make me remember them. You and Jade, you're different. Hell, if I ever forgot your name until last night, I wouldn't be any more.
Nicole somewhat blushes at that compliment, but doesn't show it, trying to remain professional. She did ponder that thought for a moment, and somewhat understood.
Nicole: Okay good point. I appreciate what you do though. But one more question. Why did you become a pimp? You used to be the Supernova. What happened?
The Silver Baron turned around and looked Nicole dead in the eyes, with a somewhat of a dark look upon them. Nicole didn't flinch when she saw that. The Silver Baron then snorted, and chuckled.
Silver Baron: This usually would be a question I would refuse to answer normally, as it's not supposed to be your fucken business. But you do give good head, so I'll indulge you, just this one time. You see Nicole, I simply wanted to do this. I wanted to be more then just a pretty face in wrestling. I may look like I'm a nice guy, but really, I'm not. I've seen some things around the world, and I want to do things my way. There are three things I love the most. Sex, money, and violence. So naturally, that's why I am what I am. And that's the only answer you'll get out of me. Capiche?
Nicole did look somewhat intimidated now, seeing that crazy look that was growing on the Silver Baron's face. She understood not to push the subject matter, and thus, she nodded her head, indicating she understood.
Silver Baron: Good girl. Now I believe it's opening time here. So get your juicy ass out to the floor, and drain a poor sucker of his money and balls.
Nicole: Yes...sir.
Silver Baron: Good.
Nicole sighed, and got up. She proceeded to walk out of the door. As she left, Fraser Freeman passed her by, and came in.
Fraser Freeman: Evening boss man. Looks like the punters are beginning to arrive.
Silver Baron: Indeed. But you're here early man. Usually you don't start for another hour.
Fraser Freeman: Well, I gotta admit that I wanted to see the bus. If it's as big as you say it is then it will work.
Silver Baron: Oh it is, but I gotta make it...flashy. To stand out.
Fraser Freeman: Ah, gonna be getting a paint job?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I'm gonna be taking it in later to Count's Kustoms.
Fraser Freeman: Really? This should be good.
Silver Baron: Yeah. But you know, since you're here, I think we should give UWA a bit more of an...insight on us. To let them know what we think of the opposition.
Fraser Freeman: What, you mean like a promo, mate?
Silver Baron: Exactly big guy.
Fraser Freeman: Is that why you have that camcorder set up there?
Silver Baron: No, but it certainly is convenient.
The Silver Baron chuckled for a second. It took Fraser Freeman a minute, but he got what Silver Baron Meant by why it was actually set up on the rather lavish office.
Fraser Freeman: Ugh. You dick.
Silver Baron: What can I say? If you got one use it.
Fraser Freeman: Yeah but...ugh. How much of this office did you contaminate? The bar?
Silver Baron: Last I checked, I own this place, so if I want to fuck on any surface of it, there ain't nothing that nobody can do about it.
Fraser Freeman: Whatever Boss. I'm gonna grab us some beers.
Silver Baron: Good idea. On your way over, start the recording.
Fraser Freeman: Can do boss man.
Fraser Freeman walked over to where the camcorder was, and did as he was told. He then went to behind the bar, to look for a couple beers. Meanwhile, the Silver Baron looked directly at the camera, ready to record.
Silver Baron: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Silver Baron's pussy pad, the Pleasure Dome Gentlemen's Club, right here, in Las Vega Nevada. It can get pretty busy here, and pretty much everyone's welcome, as it is more cash in my pocket.
The Silver Baron sat down, just as Fraser Freeman came into view. Both beers were put on the table, yet to be opened. Fraser Freeman followed suite, and sat down.
Silver Baron: But we're not here to talk about my outside wrestling endeavours, are we? No, we're here to talk about Fraser Freeman and I, the Sin City Knights, and how we're gonna be tearing the house down in our debut, at Springtime Slaughter. But make no mistake about it. The match we're in, isn't the best way to debut. Though if you think about it, it's still gonna be loads of fun.
For you see playas, Freeman and I are in a triple threat tag team match. Who are the Sin City Knights going up against? Dark Camelot and K.I.S.S. From what I gather about K.I.S.S, they are some sort of ladies female spy agency or some shit like that? I dunno, but if it is that, then Charlie's Angels are gonna wanna sue!
Both Fraser Freeman and the Silver Baron laugh at that. It does seem like KI.S.S does have a lot of similarities indeed. With that, Freeman cracks open a couple beers, and the two cling the necks, before taking a swig each. But after that, the Silver Baron looked as if he was contemplating something.
Silver Baron: Okay, i'll admit, the concept behind K.I.S.S, that's interesting. An agency that has women taking on jobs, like bounty hunters, or actual operatives. Definitely will be an interesting fight, as I'm sure that both sisters have skills that are meant to take down bigger opponents. You know what, I can appreciate that.
In the years I’ve spent wrestling, I've come to learn to appreciate the ladies trying to make it in a man's game. Keyword being trying. Sure our world champ is a woman, but let's face it, not for long. But what about the wrestling ladies of K.I.S.S? The Kenyon Sisters, Bethany and Ashley. What more can I say about them? They're just agents, who I believe, their only real talent is using their bodies in order to 'save the day'.
Fraser Freeman: They can 'save my day' at any time.
Silver Baron: Since when do your days need saving? They're no better then...oh I get it. I remember you have a thing got tattooed bitches.
Fraser Freeman: What can I say? There’s just something about a woman with ink that sparks my interest.
Silver Baron: Yeah yeah. But all kidding aside, they might just have the athletic ability to move around in that ring. To make it so that they rule it like no other. I don't know first hand, nor do I care. What I do care about, is getting off...to a good start.
Fraser Freeman: I see what you did there.
Both men laugh for a minute, and exchange a high five. It takes them a minute to calm down from their laughing fit, but they do. Before The Silver Baron can continue, he takes a large gup from his beer.
Silver Baron: Point is, do we feel threatened by a couple of hoes? Not a chance. Why should we? The point here is not espionage or spy tactics, that they are apparently known for, but for some action inside the ring. And make no mistake about it, there will be plenty of action, that wrestling will only be some of the foreplay.
Fraser Freeman: Shit, you're actually thinking about doing that mate?
Silver Baron: What guy hasn't thought about doing that?
Fraser Freeman: Aye that’s one hell of a good point like.
Silver Baron: Exactly. And once Freeman and I have broken you girls in, hell you can disband you're little agency, and come work here. Hell bring your manager Nikki Peltier, and your friend Jeszika. We should have plenty of room for you to do a fine job. So girls, I gotta ask this. Do you have the abilities of hunters and agents, or are you just wannabes? Either way, the outcome isn't going to change what I have in store for you.
The Silver Baron then looks at the camera, with an insane look on his face, that even Nicholas Cage would be proud of it. Although it is faint, the Silver Baron is also giving a rather dark chuckle. Fraser Freeman does hear this, and begins to look at his boss in a weird, almost freaked out kind of way. But after a minute, the Silver Baron clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Silver Baron: And now of course, we have Dark Camelot. But the funny thing is, what version do we have to be worried about?
Fraser Freeman: Haven’t got the foggiest idea like. They got various combinations in them.
Silver Baron: Yeah, but in the end, we're likely going to be dealing with all four of them. Why? Because what I plan to do to half of them, will warrant the other half to want to kill me.
Fraser Freeman: Seriously mate?
Silver Baron: You know it.
Fraser Freeman: Ugh...fricken overdriven libido.
Silver Baron: Pimpin' is, as pimpin' does. For this profession, indulgence is the name of the game. You should know, been working here for a long time.
Fraser Freeman: True, but still. But come on mate, do we really want to deal with a psychotic, over protective father?
Silver Baron: I'd only classify him as over protective. A successful wrestler no doubt, as we've seen him gain a victory over the champ. However, from where I stand, Stalker Knight, isn't that bad. A bit crazy, but he doesn't know the meaning of psychotic. Unlike me.
Fraser Freeman: Really? This is new.
Silver Baron: And for your sake, you won't push it. You don't want to be sent to oblivion. From boss to employee, from tag partner to tag partner, and hell, bro to bro...It's my strong advice, you don't go there.
Fraser Freeman: That bad huh?
Silver Baron: Yup.
Both men sit down, and take a swig of their beer. They look at the camera, ready to start again.
Silver Baron: But that's getting off track. Stalker Knight, the main main behind Dark Camelot. Real potential threat to the rest of the roster, no doubt. Your victory over the champ on Mayhem, certainly put you on a much higher notice. But what good will it do for you? Plenty if you can get by me. I'm not saying I’m the best in the world, just better then you.
Fraser Freeman: Ego much boss man?
Silver Baron: Of course! But that's beside the point. Even though my tag partner is closer to your age Stalker, He's got a lot to give still, and a lot to teach. But aside from that, the Sin City Knights are like sharks. Hungry, vicious, and are out for blood. And you sir, have blood on you. Not for any kills, but of things that can incapacitate you at a moment's notice. Your hip.
Oh yes. I've heard the rumours. You're hip is fucked. Can't put to much strain on it. Jeez it's no wonder you look so uptight all the time. You can't get laid. And even if you did, I'll bet you're performance has become sub par. But really, is that what we're here to discuss?
What we're here to discuss, is what's going to happen in the ring. Oh I plan to dominate alright, but for the love of all things holy, I do want something of a challenge. For the both me and Freeman. We want to have a good debut, and though we aim to win, if our opposition isn't good, we'll be disappointed. And Stalker, you are the one who's likely gonna give us a challenge. But maybe, you'll be to distracted to give us a challenge, because you and I both know, that should your girl be in this match, she's gonna get beat black and blue, like a disrespectful hoe. While Fraser Freeman might be considerate enough to toss her around, I'm not. For you see Stalker Knight, I want to see that crazy side of you, and prove how narrow minded and pathetic you truly are. You think you're the first overprotective father I've had to deal with? I know how bad some of you guys can be, and yet even with guns blazing, I am not the least bit intimidated.
In the end, here's what's going to happen. At the very least, four bodies, are going to be hitting the floor, and the Sin City Knights will not be amongst them. Simply put, we're not going to be a team you can brush aside. While we may not be it yet, we will be, the tag team champions, and we will be the one team here in UWA, that matters above and beyond everyone. You can bring a skill set that are meant to subdue, you can bring a family, and alot of crazy, but it doesn't matter. K.I.S.S and Dark Camelot, you will be put in place. Freeman and I will show you just what kind of divine force we are. And when it is all said and done, you six, along with the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home, it will be then, that you will start worshipping us!
Silver Baron smirks wildly looking very pleased with himself. He turns his attentions to Freeman who lets out a smirk of his own, if a smirk could speak this one would say that he is more than happy with there announced arrival in UWA and business is about to pick up.
Silver Baron: Anything you'd like to add big man?
Fraser Freeman: Nah boss I’m good for now, but don’t you worry the UWA will be hearing a hell of a lot more from me in the not so distant future, but for now the wait can continue.
With nothing left to say, the Silver Baron leans back in his chair, and finishes off his beer. Both members of the Sin City Knights look upon the camera, with a look of pure excitement, and a confidence, that shows that they will back their words up.
In the halls of a somewhat worn down, but well kept gym located in Sin City, it would be of no surprise that you could hear the sounds of fist meeting punching bags, amongst other physical activities. This was Donovan's, and in the main section, there was a single wrestling ring set up there.
However, there wasn't much punching noise, as so much as some stomping on the concrete floor. For this is where The Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman, currently were getting some practice in. The two that are simple known, as the Sin City Knights, were in an exhibition tag match. Now while it was more of less a sparring match, the intensity in the air made it so, that everyone was paying attention.
Fraser Freeman: Let's practice a couple team moves.
The Silver Baron tagged in Freeman, and whipped one of the sparring partners into a corner. Freeman got onto al fours, as the Silver Baron ran, and jumped off Freeman's back like a springboard, landing ontop of his opponent.
Many other team moves were practices, such as double clotheslines, double suplexes, and even a hi-low clothesline combo. Eventually, they finished things up with hitting the move they knocked out Trent Paige with. They called it, Big Pimpin'. With that, the entire crowd, though small, erupted into cheers. At that point, the session was over.
Silver Baron: You alright?
Opponent: Yeah. Gonna be a bit sore.
Silver Baron: Took it like a champ though. For that, here's my card.
The Silver Baron dug into his gym bag, and pulled out a business card. It read 'The pleasure dome, gentlemen's club'. The guy was stunned that he got a card for that place.
Silver Baron: Big party this weekend. Better be there.
The guy nodded, with a rather big smile on his face, as he slowly got up, and wobbled away. Freeman smirked, and shook his head at that.
Fraser Freeman: That poor chump isn't going to know what hit him Monday morning with a maxed out credit card and loan sharks up his ass.
Silver Baron: Couldn't have said it better myself man. Gotta keep business going, and that chump is prime for harvesting.
Fraser Freeman: Well of course mate. It's as I say sometimes. once you enter the pleasure dome only one thing is for certain, your either coming out with an empty wallet or on a stretcher.
Silver Baron: True. But hey, I don't see you complaining 'bout all the chumps you get to stick the boot to yo.
The two laughed at that. However, a rather strange sound was now being heard, as there was some loud clicking noise. And the cause of the noise was soon revealed at the main doorway. It was a finely dressed, high heeled, mini skirt wearing woman, who had absolutely stunning looks, from her curvy hips, sexy face, tied up dark brown hair, and a very nice rack. She walked towards the two men. Freeman smiled, while the Silver Baron sighed.
Silver Baron: Nicole. Bit surprised that you're here. Thought you were prepping the rest of the girls.
Nicole: They're good boss. But you got a package.
Silver Baron: Couldn't this have waited? We were gonna be heading back soon Nic'.
Nicole: Not this one. I believe your exact orders when this particular package came in was....deliver it to my hands personally.
Fraser Freeman: You did say that mate.
Silver Baron: Okay so I did. So, what is it?
Nicole handed the Silver Baron the manilla envelope. He opened it up, and quickly checked over the contents. Within seconds, a massive smile was on full display from the Silver Baron. In fact, what he read, made his excitement hard to control In fact, once he was done, he shoved the papers into Freeman, and pulled Nicole into a heated kiss, and a firm ass groping.
Fraser Freeman: What the hell got you so fired up?
Silver Baron: The licensing applications I filed a while back got approved. Meaning if we wanted to, or rather, will...we can take the business on the road. Strip busses!
Fraser Freeman: For real?
Nicole: For real big guy.
Silver Baron: Good work Nicole. I think you deserve quite the reward for this.
Nicole: Can't wait. Oh, and before I forget. Got a call from the booking committee. You guys got yourself a match on their next show, which is taking place in Portland.
Fraser Freeman: Oh nice, on their pay per view. Who we facing?
Nicole: Dark Camelot and K.I.S.S.
Silver Baron: HA! Nothing to worry about. Just gonna be dealing with some dolts and hoes.
Nicole cleared her throat. Silver Baron and Freeman turned their attention to her. Silver Baron gave her a blank stare, showing he wasn't taking back what he said. Nicole sighed, and let the matter drop.
Fraser Freeman: Anyway, I gotta head home. Call me if there's anything you need my help with anything.
Silver Baron: Just be back at the club at eight, unless I put you on assignment.
Fraser Freeman: You got it boss.
~Friday, April 11th, 2014~
The Silver Baron was currently on his smart phone, placing a custom paint order. He had found a really nice, somewhat used, double decker bus, for his on the go strip club business. He finished up, and put his cell phone down, and proceeded to put on a nice, silk silver button up t shirt. He looked to the side, and saw that Nicole was looking over the books, keeping check over the stuff for the upcoming party.
Nicole: Hey boss. I have to ask you something.
Silver Baron: Oh. Well I suppose I can answer, within reason.
Nicole: I know. Employer to employee limits in this business. But why me? Why are you trusting me, with all this stuff. Shouldn't that be for a non whore?
Silver Baron: Good question. One I'll be happy to answer for you. You see Nic', I'm not like the other pimps. I actually do care about my employees.
Nicole: You keep forgetting the names of most of the girls. How is anyone supposed to believe that?
Silver Baron: Ah, but you see Nicole, that's where things are a bit interesting. Most of those girls, they have yet to do anything that would make me remember them. You and Jade, you're different. Hell, if I ever forgot your name until last night, I wouldn't be any more.
Nicole somewhat blushes at that compliment, but doesn't show it, trying to remain professional. She did ponder that thought for a moment, and somewhat understood.
Nicole: Okay good point. I appreciate what you do though. But one more question. Why did you become a pimp? You used to be the Supernova. What happened?
The Silver Baron turned around and looked Nicole dead in the eyes, with a somewhat of a dark look upon them. Nicole didn't flinch when she saw that. The Silver Baron then snorted, and chuckled.
Silver Baron: This usually would be a question I would refuse to answer normally, as it's not supposed to be your fucken business. But you do give good head, so I'll indulge you, just this one time. You see Nicole, I simply wanted to do this. I wanted to be more then just a pretty face in wrestling. I may look like I'm a nice guy, but really, I'm not. I've seen some things around the world, and I want to do things my way. There are three things I love the most. Sex, money, and violence. So naturally, that's why I am what I am. And that's the only answer you'll get out of me. Capiche?
Nicole did look somewhat intimidated now, seeing that crazy look that was growing on the Silver Baron's face. She understood not to push the subject matter, and thus, she nodded her head, indicating she understood.
Silver Baron: Good girl. Now I believe it's opening time here. So get your juicy ass out to the floor, and drain a poor sucker of his money and balls.
Nicole: Yes...sir.
Silver Baron: Good.
Nicole sighed, and got up. She proceeded to walk out of the door. As she left, Fraser Freeman passed her by, and came in.
Fraser Freeman: Evening boss man. Looks like the punters are beginning to arrive.
Silver Baron: Indeed. But you're here early man. Usually you don't start for another hour.
Fraser Freeman: Well, I gotta admit that I wanted to see the bus. If it's as big as you say it is then it will work.
Silver Baron: Oh it is, but I gotta make it...flashy. To stand out.
Fraser Freeman: Ah, gonna be getting a paint job?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I'm gonna be taking it in later to Count's Kustoms.
Fraser Freeman: Really? This should be good.
Silver Baron: Yeah. But you know, since you're here, I think we should give UWA a bit more of an...insight on us. To let them know what we think of the opposition.
Fraser Freeman: What, you mean like a promo, mate?
Silver Baron: Exactly big guy.
Fraser Freeman: Is that why you have that camcorder set up there?
Silver Baron: No, but it certainly is convenient.
The Silver Baron chuckled for a second. It took Fraser Freeman a minute, but he got what Silver Baron Meant by why it was actually set up on the rather lavish office.
Fraser Freeman: Ugh. You dick.
Silver Baron: What can I say? If you got one use it.
Fraser Freeman: Yeah but...ugh. How much of this office did you contaminate? The bar?
Silver Baron: Last I checked, I own this place, so if I want to fuck on any surface of it, there ain't nothing that nobody can do about it.
Fraser Freeman: Whatever Boss. I'm gonna grab us some beers.
Silver Baron: Good idea. On your way over, start the recording.
Fraser Freeman: Can do boss man.
Fraser Freeman walked over to where the camcorder was, and did as he was told. He then went to behind the bar, to look for a couple beers. Meanwhile, the Silver Baron looked directly at the camera, ready to record.
Silver Baron: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Silver Baron's pussy pad, the Pleasure Dome Gentlemen's Club, right here, in Las Vega Nevada. It can get pretty busy here, and pretty much everyone's welcome, as it is more cash in my pocket.
The Silver Baron sat down, just as Fraser Freeman came into view. Both beers were put on the table, yet to be opened. Fraser Freeman followed suite, and sat down.
Silver Baron: But we're not here to talk about my outside wrestling endeavours, are we? No, we're here to talk about Fraser Freeman and I, the Sin City Knights, and how we're gonna be tearing the house down in our debut, at Springtime Slaughter. But make no mistake about it. The match we're in, isn't the best way to debut. Though if you think about it, it's still gonna be loads of fun.
For you see playas, Freeman and I are in a triple threat tag team match. Who are the Sin City Knights going up against? Dark Camelot and K.I.S.S. From what I gather about K.I.S.S, they are some sort of ladies female spy agency or some shit like that? I dunno, but if it is that, then Charlie's Angels are gonna wanna sue!
Both Fraser Freeman and the Silver Baron laugh at that. It does seem like KI.S.S does have a lot of similarities indeed. With that, Freeman cracks open a couple beers, and the two cling the necks, before taking a swig each. But after that, the Silver Baron looked as if he was contemplating something.
Silver Baron: Okay, i'll admit, the concept behind K.I.S.S, that's interesting. An agency that has women taking on jobs, like bounty hunters, or actual operatives. Definitely will be an interesting fight, as I'm sure that both sisters have skills that are meant to take down bigger opponents. You know what, I can appreciate that.
In the years I’ve spent wrestling, I've come to learn to appreciate the ladies trying to make it in a man's game. Keyword being trying. Sure our world champ is a woman, but let's face it, not for long. But what about the wrestling ladies of K.I.S.S? The Kenyon Sisters, Bethany and Ashley. What more can I say about them? They're just agents, who I believe, their only real talent is using their bodies in order to 'save the day'.
Fraser Freeman: They can 'save my day' at any time.
Silver Baron: Since when do your days need saving? They're no better then...oh I get it. I remember you have a thing got tattooed bitches.
Fraser Freeman: What can I say? There’s just something about a woman with ink that sparks my interest.
Silver Baron: Yeah yeah. But all kidding aside, they might just have the athletic ability to move around in that ring. To make it so that they rule it like no other. I don't know first hand, nor do I care. What I do care about, is getting off...to a good start.
Fraser Freeman: I see what you did there.
Both men laugh for a minute, and exchange a high five. It takes them a minute to calm down from their laughing fit, but they do. Before The Silver Baron can continue, he takes a large gup from his beer.
Silver Baron: Point is, do we feel threatened by a couple of hoes? Not a chance. Why should we? The point here is not espionage or spy tactics, that they are apparently known for, but for some action inside the ring. And make no mistake about it, there will be plenty of action, that wrestling will only be some of the foreplay.
Fraser Freeman: Shit, you're actually thinking about doing that mate?
Silver Baron: What guy hasn't thought about doing that?
Fraser Freeman: Aye that’s one hell of a good point like.
Silver Baron: Exactly. And once Freeman and I have broken you girls in, hell you can disband you're little agency, and come work here. Hell bring your manager Nikki Peltier, and your friend Jeszika. We should have plenty of room for you to do a fine job. So girls, I gotta ask this. Do you have the abilities of hunters and agents, or are you just wannabes? Either way, the outcome isn't going to change what I have in store for you.
The Silver Baron then looks at the camera, with an insane look on his face, that even Nicholas Cage would be proud of it. Although it is faint, the Silver Baron is also giving a rather dark chuckle. Fraser Freeman does hear this, and begins to look at his boss in a weird, almost freaked out kind of way. But after a minute, the Silver Baron clears his throat, and resumes talking.
Silver Baron: And now of course, we have Dark Camelot. But the funny thing is, what version do we have to be worried about?
Fraser Freeman: Haven’t got the foggiest idea like. They got various combinations in them.
Silver Baron: Yeah, but in the end, we're likely going to be dealing with all four of them. Why? Because what I plan to do to half of them, will warrant the other half to want to kill me.
Fraser Freeman: Seriously mate?
Silver Baron: You know it.
Fraser Freeman: Ugh...fricken overdriven libido.
Silver Baron: Pimpin' is, as pimpin' does. For this profession, indulgence is the name of the game. You should know, been working here for a long time.
Fraser Freeman: True, but still. But come on mate, do we really want to deal with a psychotic, over protective father?
Silver Baron: I'd only classify him as over protective. A successful wrestler no doubt, as we've seen him gain a victory over the champ. However, from where I stand, Stalker Knight, isn't that bad. A bit crazy, but he doesn't know the meaning of psychotic. Unlike me.
Fraser Freeman: Really? This is new.
Silver Baron: And for your sake, you won't push it. You don't want to be sent to oblivion. From boss to employee, from tag partner to tag partner, and hell, bro to bro...It's my strong advice, you don't go there.
Fraser Freeman: That bad huh?
Silver Baron: Yup.
Both men sit down, and take a swig of their beer. They look at the camera, ready to start again.
Silver Baron: But that's getting off track. Stalker Knight, the main main behind Dark Camelot. Real potential threat to the rest of the roster, no doubt. Your victory over the champ on Mayhem, certainly put you on a much higher notice. But what good will it do for you? Plenty if you can get by me. I'm not saying I’m the best in the world, just better then you.
Fraser Freeman: Ego much boss man?
Silver Baron: Of course! But that's beside the point. Even though my tag partner is closer to your age Stalker, He's got a lot to give still, and a lot to teach. But aside from that, the Sin City Knights are like sharks. Hungry, vicious, and are out for blood. And you sir, have blood on you. Not for any kills, but of things that can incapacitate you at a moment's notice. Your hip.
Oh yes. I've heard the rumours. You're hip is fucked. Can't put to much strain on it. Jeez it's no wonder you look so uptight all the time. You can't get laid. And even if you did, I'll bet you're performance has become sub par. But really, is that what we're here to discuss?
What we're here to discuss, is what's going to happen in the ring. Oh I plan to dominate alright, but for the love of all things holy, I do want something of a challenge. For the both me and Freeman. We want to have a good debut, and though we aim to win, if our opposition isn't good, we'll be disappointed. And Stalker, you are the one who's likely gonna give us a challenge. But maybe, you'll be to distracted to give us a challenge, because you and I both know, that should your girl be in this match, she's gonna get beat black and blue, like a disrespectful hoe. While Fraser Freeman might be considerate enough to toss her around, I'm not. For you see Stalker Knight, I want to see that crazy side of you, and prove how narrow minded and pathetic you truly are. You think you're the first overprotective father I've had to deal with? I know how bad some of you guys can be, and yet even with guns blazing, I am not the least bit intimidated.
In the end, here's what's going to happen. At the very least, four bodies, are going to be hitting the floor, and the Sin City Knights will not be amongst them. Simply put, we're not going to be a team you can brush aside. While we may not be it yet, we will be, the tag team champions, and we will be the one team here in UWA, that matters above and beyond everyone. You can bring a skill set that are meant to subdue, you can bring a family, and alot of crazy, but it doesn't matter. K.I.S.S and Dark Camelot, you will be put in place. Freeman and I will show you just what kind of divine force we are. And when it is all said and done, you six, along with the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home, it will be then, that you will start worshipping us!
Silver Baron smirks wildly looking very pleased with himself. He turns his attentions to Freeman who lets out a smirk of his own, if a smirk could speak this one would say that he is more than happy with there announced arrival in UWA and business is about to pick up.
Silver Baron: Anything you'd like to add big man?
Fraser Freeman: Nah boss I’m good for now, but don’t you worry the UWA will be hearing a hell of a lot more from me in the not so distant future, but for now the wait can continue.
With nothing left to say, the Silver Baron leans back in his chair, and finishes off his beer. Both members of the Sin City Knights look upon the camera, with a look of pure excitement, and a confidence, that shows that they will back their words up.
