Post by silverbaron on Jun 24, 2014 22:21:06 GMT -6
The Silver Baron walked through an old, abandoned warehouse near the outskirts of Las Vegas, not to far from the Pleasure Dome. It was not in any rough shape, but could use some fixing up in order for it to be presentable.
But why was the world playa here? Well aside from just a change of scenery, he was thinking about opening up a potential second business, to coincide with the Pleasure Dome. Namely that, of opening up a pornography studio.
Silver Baron: Not to bad at all.
The Silver Baron smiled. It was a first in the last few weeks, that something simple could bring a smile to his face, since the traumatic events of what happened before. Yet inspite of that, The Silver Baron's surroundings right now could be interpreted as a look inside his head, especially with Oblivion lurking around.
The warehouse was also what he was using now, for his next segment. It was different from what the Silver Baron usually did, but he figured it wouldn't do any harm. He had his camera all set up, and was ready to go. But before he could begin, he thought about what caused everything that had happened in the last few weeks, which really changed his mood.
Silver Baron: If it was any other pimp, they wouldn't have cared. Sure they would have gone and killed Stalker, but they wouldn't have cared beyond that. But I'm not like the other pimps. I'm the one who doesn't use fear and abuse to do business. Is it also because I've allowed myself to get a bit closer to Nicole then any of the other girls, that caused it to sting much more then it did? I don't know. All I know is, Stalker Knight will not be walking out of Searing Agony.
Upon finishing his speech to himself, he heard Oblivion's laughter in his head. But he paid no mind to it, for his own focus for this match was helping in keeping Oblivion at bay. So with that focus in mind, he turned on his set up camcorder, and began to record his thoughts.
Silver Baron: I don't know about the rest of you ladies and gentlemen, but for me, Searing Agony cannot come soon enough. For a massive thorn in my side is about to be plucked.
Stalker Knight, another Canadian wrestler who coincidentally shares my last name, has been nothing short of a nightmare. Not in the sense that he believes he is, but the domino effect of his actions. Due to him, a darkness that I have tried very hard to keep down, has come back, and honestly, right now, I cannot justify myself, toward keeping Oblivion locked down. Though for this match, I'm forcing him to keep away, as this one is very personal.
The events that caused this go all the way back to Spring Slaughter, where me and Freeman not only debuted, but also dominated our match, and won. We defeated two teams who had been until then, previously undefeated. In fact, the only team that has not lost since that show, was indeed, the Sin City Knights.
Yet instead of moving up like we were meant to, Freeman and I have our hands full. I am glad that he's getting a title shot, yet he also has to deal with a thorn in his side as well. At least I exposed the champ as nothing more then hot air.
But for me, it's all about Stalker Knight, as he did something so heinous, that my curse forced its way back. Capturing one of my girls...no, my top girl, was an inexusable crime. However he didn't touch her, only had her knocked out. To this, I do question Stalker, if it weren't for the fact he probably figured the jail time wasn't worth it. To that, I have to wonder why the police didn't get involved.
Either way, this is something that has been eating away at me. Something that has been on my mind, preventing me from actually enjoying what I do. Because of that, each second has dragged on and on and on. This is why we made the challenge for Searing Agony. To give us a platform to fight one on one.
The Silver Baron sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair. His fingers on his other hand were twitching, not because of lack of drugs, or because of Oblivion trying to come out, but because he was excited, and almost needed something to grab onto in order to keep them steady.
Silver Baron: All things considered, I wouldn't be surprised if it was my words that got Stalker riled up. To believe that it's his mission to fuck me over. All because I said his daughter should be working for me. In that regard, I did succeed in riling him up I guess, but forcing it was never the intention. You Stalker, took it all the wrong way, and now, you're dealing with the wrong pimp to fuck with.
I don't care how many times it has to be done, I will make you bleed Stalker, for it's scum like you, like Dark Camelot, and especially the Children of Nephilim, that make me sick. Self righteous crackers who think they can erase all that don't agree with their ideals. Because I clearly don't, and clearly gave your daughter another option to work, you got all mad, and did what you did.
I would have been only more understanding if you had simply attacked me first, and not done what you did. We could have settled this like men. Instead, you decided to play this game. I'm not playing it. Yet knowing that you actually fucken believe you can win this 'game', I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the only match we have. So for the time being Stalker, I'm forcing Oblivion to stand down while I am the one that will rip you limb from limb, because this one is extremely personal. The damage that I will inflict to you, well I can only hope it makes you think twice about doing something so personal. If not, then I will be more then happy to watch, as you get swallowed whole by Oblivion.
As for everyone watching in attendance and at home, this street fight we're having...I can't guarantee that it will be a classic, but I can guarantee that it will be infamous, for this isn't going to be just a fight. It's going, to be a war!
But why was the world playa here? Well aside from just a change of scenery, he was thinking about opening up a potential second business, to coincide with the Pleasure Dome. Namely that, of opening up a pornography studio.
Silver Baron: Not to bad at all.
The Silver Baron smiled. It was a first in the last few weeks, that something simple could bring a smile to his face, since the traumatic events of what happened before. Yet inspite of that, The Silver Baron's surroundings right now could be interpreted as a look inside his head, especially with Oblivion lurking around.
The warehouse was also what he was using now, for his next segment. It was different from what the Silver Baron usually did, but he figured it wouldn't do any harm. He had his camera all set up, and was ready to go. But before he could begin, he thought about what caused everything that had happened in the last few weeks, which really changed his mood.
Silver Baron: If it was any other pimp, they wouldn't have cared. Sure they would have gone and killed Stalker, but they wouldn't have cared beyond that. But I'm not like the other pimps. I'm the one who doesn't use fear and abuse to do business. Is it also because I've allowed myself to get a bit closer to Nicole then any of the other girls, that caused it to sting much more then it did? I don't know. All I know is, Stalker Knight will not be walking out of Searing Agony.
Upon finishing his speech to himself, he heard Oblivion's laughter in his head. But he paid no mind to it, for his own focus for this match was helping in keeping Oblivion at bay. So with that focus in mind, he turned on his set up camcorder, and began to record his thoughts.
Silver Baron: I don't know about the rest of you ladies and gentlemen, but for me, Searing Agony cannot come soon enough. For a massive thorn in my side is about to be plucked.
Stalker Knight, another Canadian wrestler who coincidentally shares my last name, has been nothing short of a nightmare. Not in the sense that he believes he is, but the domino effect of his actions. Due to him, a darkness that I have tried very hard to keep down, has come back, and honestly, right now, I cannot justify myself, toward keeping Oblivion locked down. Though for this match, I'm forcing him to keep away, as this one is very personal.
The events that caused this go all the way back to Spring Slaughter, where me and Freeman not only debuted, but also dominated our match, and won. We defeated two teams who had been until then, previously undefeated. In fact, the only team that has not lost since that show, was indeed, the Sin City Knights.
Yet instead of moving up like we were meant to, Freeman and I have our hands full. I am glad that he's getting a title shot, yet he also has to deal with a thorn in his side as well. At least I exposed the champ as nothing more then hot air.
But for me, it's all about Stalker Knight, as he did something so heinous, that my curse forced its way back. Capturing one of my girls...no, my top girl, was an inexusable crime. However he didn't touch her, only had her knocked out. To this, I do question Stalker, if it weren't for the fact he probably figured the jail time wasn't worth it. To that, I have to wonder why the police didn't get involved.
Either way, this is something that has been eating away at me. Something that has been on my mind, preventing me from actually enjoying what I do. Because of that, each second has dragged on and on and on. This is why we made the challenge for Searing Agony. To give us a platform to fight one on one.
The Silver Baron sighed, and raked his fingers through his hair. His fingers on his other hand were twitching, not because of lack of drugs, or because of Oblivion trying to come out, but because he was excited, and almost needed something to grab onto in order to keep them steady.
Silver Baron: All things considered, I wouldn't be surprised if it was my words that got Stalker riled up. To believe that it's his mission to fuck me over. All because I said his daughter should be working for me. In that regard, I did succeed in riling him up I guess, but forcing it was never the intention. You Stalker, took it all the wrong way, and now, you're dealing with the wrong pimp to fuck with.
I don't care how many times it has to be done, I will make you bleed Stalker, for it's scum like you, like Dark Camelot, and especially the Children of Nephilim, that make me sick. Self righteous crackers who think they can erase all that don't agree with their ideals. Because I clearly don't, and clearly gave your daughter another option to work, you got all mad, and did what you did.
I would have been only more understanding if you had simply attacked me first, and not done what you did. We could have settled this like men. Instead, you decided to play this game. I'm not playing it. Yet knowing that you actually fucken believe you can win this 'game', I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the only match we have. So for the time being Stalker, I'm forcing Oblivion to stand down while I am the one that will rip you limb from limb, because this one is extremely personal. The damage that I will inflict to you, well I can only hope it makes you think twice about doing something so personal. If not, then I will be more then happy to watch, as you get swallowed whole by Oblivion.
As for everyone watching in attendance and at home, this street fight we're having...I can't guarantee that it will be a classic, but I can guarantee that it will be infamous, for this isn't going to be just a fight. It's going, to be a war!
