Post by silverbaron on Jul 11, 2014 2:13:51 GMT -6
The Silver Baron was back in his office. The Pleasure dome had just opened up for the day, and he was overlooking all that was going on. Already quite a few customers had come in, and were starting the use the full services he offered. He heard a knock on his door, which somewhat cut him off from his thoughts.
Silver Baron: It's open.
The door opened, and revealed to be Fraser Freeman. He looked better then he did a few days ago, which in the Silver Baron's mind, was a very good thing. Fraser Freeman immediately took a chair at the from the desk, and sat down. The Silver Baron then reached under his desk, and grabbed a couple bottles of water.
Fraser Freeman: You wanted to see me boss?
Silver Baron: I did. First off, I'm glad you're getting your head back together. Fuck knows I wish i could half the time.
Fraser Freeman: The MPD?
Silver Baron: Bingo.
Fraser Freeman: Heh. Oh and thanks for the water, but how would I know it's not spiked?
Freeman looks at the bottle of water and chuckles to himself a little.
Silver Baron: That's a good question. But why would I want to do that? You got an addictive personality, so it's best not to trigger it when you're really trying to keep it under control. Besides, the cap wasn't cracked yet.
Freeman: Seriously boss get a sense of humor yeh? I was taking the piss.
The Silver Baron rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath knowing that Freeman has wound him up. Both men undid the caps to their waters, as they were still sealed until they were opened. Being cautious still for comic effect, Fraser Freeman sniffed the water, before downing some of it's contents and the Silver Baron rolls his eyes once more.
Silver Baron: There has been something bothering me though. Something that's been going on for a while.
Fraser Freeman: What's on ya mind? I take it it has something to do with me?
Silver Baron: How's about the guy who evened the odds for me at Searing Agony, or has done his job to keep drug dealers off camera. You know who I'm talking, about.
Fraser Freeman: Ah yes the Protector right?
Silver Baron: YES!
Fraser Freeman: Okay. But what does this have to do with me? I told you, I'm not that guy.
The Silver Baron chuckled a bit. It wasn't one that found something simply funny, but a darker, more amused type of chuckling.
Silver Baron: Do you really take me to be a fucken fool? Sure I may have more then my own original mind that resides in this skull of mine, but I'm not that scatterbrained. I know that you're behind all of those events.
Fraser Freeman: I told you though, it's not me mate.
Silver Baron: Stop trying to deny it. First off, this 'Protector' does well to hide his identity. Second, I can tell various other similarities.
Fraser Freeman: I'm telling you mate, it is not me okay!
Silver Baron: Alright fine! If you insist. But honestly Freeman, I could care less who it is. You said you knew, and was working for you. Well why didn't you tell me you had some wing man looking after things?
Fraser Freeman: And spoil the surprise?
Silver Baron: Look, I'm glad the 'Protector' was there at Searing Agony. I really am. But why couldn't you have let me know you were doing this, or had somebody doing this?
Fraser Freeman: Well maybe I didn't want to get anyone else involved. We all got our own agendas, don't we not, why should I have to involve you in my personal crusade?
Silver Baron: Yeah, I get that. I mean afterall, I did manage to have a major thorn for me was dealt with. But why did you not want anyone involved in your affairs?
Fraser Freeman: Obsessive much boss?
Silver Baron: That obvious huh?
The Silver Baron sighed, as he drank some more of his water. He was feeling just a bit frustrated he wasn't getting any straight answers.
Silver Baron: Look, I could care less what you do on your free time. If you're grooming somebody to fulfill your ideals, that's fine. I've been straight with you about alot of things, and I just wish you would have done the same, and told me about this.
Fraser Freeman: Straight about alot of things? HA! What about Oblivion I was as surprised as everyone else about that shite?
Silver Baron: I warned you that was a side of me you don't want to fucken see! And I know a few weeks ago when you, Skylar, and Craven were helping keep Dark Camelot at bay, I saw the look you gave Oblivion. One of fear and hate. And I don't blame you one bit.
Fraser Freeman: Good point boss, but I have seen more than you could ever imagine, you could have just been straight with me.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. But like I said, wish you told me sooner. Afraid I might exploit it much? Well if you did, well I am a business man, so yeah, I would have been tempted to. However, as it is, not much I can do now.
Fraser Freeman: Not exactly mate, as much as anything he wanted to keep his identity concealed and still does. Is that all you want then?
Silver Baron: Actually, not quite. First off, before anything else, I just want to say, I'm glad that the day off I gave you didn't go to waste. You're looking, sounding, and walking, more confidant in yourself. You figured out your problem, and are working on fixing your problems. But about the day off, well I heard what you said, and you're partially right.
Fraser Freeman: What, about you being afraid I was wrecking the dome?
Silver Baron: Yeah. You did destroy some shit, but easy fix for the most part. However, there was a more pressing matter as to why I told you to cool it. A few of the girls had told me that they didn't like seeing you like this. It fucken scared them man. The one person I could definitely count on to make them feel safe, wasn't doing his job. Lucky I didn't outright fire your ass. As it is, you've done so much good so I couldn't do that.
Fraser Freeman: Well, I'm the best at my job so yeah thanks for the recognition I guess.
Silver Baron: Your welcome. Like I said, you're doing much better, and that's all that matters now. I wish we could use the Protector to help, and if I have things my way, it will happen.
Fraser Freeman: Alrighty. Is that everything?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I got a 3 o'clock appointment. Supposedly for something big.
Female voice: You wouldn't happen to mean me, wouldn't you.
Both the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman looked towards the doorway. Right there, was Nicole, who had opened the door, and beside her, was a tall, platinum blonde haired young woman, wearing leather shorts, and a leather kutte. The Silver Baron smiled brightly.
Silver Baron: Lacey Roberts! What are you doing here girl?
Lacey Roberts: I'm your 3 o'clock.
Nicole: Like I said before boss, you don't want to miss this one.
Fraser Freeman: Wait, who's this?
Silver Baron: Oh. Right. Freeman, i'd like you to meet an old...well not in age sense, but long time knowing, friend of mine. Miss Lacey Roberts.
Lacey walked on in, as both the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman got up. Fraser and Lacey shook hands, before Freeman nodded, and left with Nicole.
Silver Baron: Can I get you anything to drink?
Lacey Roberts: Naw, I'm good Vega. Must say, I am not the least bit surprised you own a Vegas brothel. But a high class respectable one that's also a strip club, well I won't lie, I am impressed.
Silver Baron: Thanks. But why you here? The old man would kill me if he knew you were here.
Lacey Roberts: Oh he knows. He sent me.
Silver Baron: Really? Huh. Didn't think Randy would be like that.
Lacey Roberts: Well he got over the fact that I am not somebody he can protect forever, especially starting last year or so.
Silver Baron: Oh. So you got into the club?
Lacey Roberts: Sure did.
Silver Baron: Nice. But why wanting to have a party all the way out here? It doesn't make any sense at all.
Lacey Roberts: Well it just so happens that all the members of the club managed to book about a month off for a cross country tour. Small scale gang and all, but still wanted to take a states tour, have some fun. When we heard you run a brothel here, we decided to see if we could reserve a night here for a biker party.
Silver Baron: I don't see why not. What day do you need?
Lacey Roberts: The second of August should do.
Silver Baron: Well, then consider the party booked. Nothing going on that weekend here, out of the ordinary. Just take my card, and keep in contact for details.
Lacey Roberts: Awesome. Will definitely be fun here.
Silver Baron: Oh I should hope so. To bad we don't sell males here.
Lacey Roberts: Not a problem.
The Silver Baron laughed for a second, that suddenly stared at Lacey, in disbelief. Lacey giggled for just a second, before leaning over, giving the Silver Baron a good view.
Lacey Roberts: Who says I need a man? I'm still young enough to play around with anyone I please.
Silver Baron: Oh. Fair enough. Well, is that all for business?
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. So tell me Vega. How's it going in UWA?
Silver Baron: Pretty good actually. I take it you've been watching?
Lacey Roberts: Indeed. That match you had at Searing Agony, I gotta say, not the most brutal I've seen you do, but definitely was fun to watch.
Silver Baron: Oh why thank you. But what about you? I thought you were trying for a career of your own.
Lacey Roberts: I am. Who knows, I might join UWA myself. If I do though, no offense, but I'm not looking to partner up with anyone soon.
Silver Baron: Well, I can respect that.
Lacey nodded, and leaned back. She had a good look around the office, and was mildly amused at some of the artwork that covered the walls. Women, in provocative poses. Normal for a brothel and strip club.
Lacey Roberts: I heard you were facing a champion this week. Is that true?
Silver Baron: I am. The guy's bit of a prick though.
Lacey Roberts: Really?
Silver Baron: Yeah. North American Champion Vince Jones. Pinned Freeman to win the title, as I'm sure you saw.
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. Cheap method. Anyways, glad to see you're doing alright. Though I gotta ask. Is the douchebag in your head bothering you lately?
Silver Baron: Was. But I'm good now. Hopefully it will stay that way.
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. Anyways, I best be going. Still want to get some good ride time in before it gets to dark.
Both Lacey and the Silver Baron both stood up. Lacey proceeded to head to the door, and the Silver Baron did not hide the fact he was checking her out, which made Lacey giggle for a second.
Silver Baron: Alright. And Lacey...
Lacey Roberts: Yeah?
Silver Baron: It was good seeing you again.
Lacey: Yeah same here.
Lacey left the office after that. The Silver Baron sighed. He couldn't believe how amazing Lacey looked since he last saw her. But out of respect for the man who trained him, he dare not pursued Lacey.
~~Three hours later~~
The club was now more lively, as it was just after the start of the evening, around 6pm. Many were coming in, and enjoying all the shows. The Silver Baron however, was doing some research on his opponent. Trying to see what he was about. Yet all he found was that Vince Jones was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, much like anyone else he had to face, except at a nauseating level.
Silver Baron: I knew it. He's just another arrogant prick. To bad arrogance against me, is a death sentence.
The Silver Baron sighed, as he closed down his laptop. He took out a flask, and took a big swig of the contents, before getting up and putting his camcorder and tripod in place, right infront of his desk.
Silver Baron: Might as well use this knowledge to my advantage.
The Silver Baron sighed, taking another swig from his flask. He now had everything set up. He pushed record, and sat behind his desk.
Silver Baron: It almost seems as if I wasn't clear enough about what my opponent should be doing right now. While it is good to have a plan for the future, what good is it if you can't get things accomplished in the here and now.
See Vinnie, Vince, or however you like to be called, what's right in front of you, is somebody who you need to focus on. You can't let your ego trip you up and believe you will win because you're a champion. It's a hard lesson, but some of the best don't need to hold gold, though we just like the feel of it.
But what's my point in that? Well the point is, knowing you, you believe you already have the victory in the bag. That kind of mindest will get you killed. It's something that your woman, Jasmine, your manager...what's his name again....Reno I believe it was? What they have been trying to tell you, is to focus.
Yet there you always are, with your smug grin, believing that every fucken thing will be alright.
The Silver Baron snarls in disgust. He's had his fair share of people exactly like Vince Jones, and judging by his sour expression, it irritates him to no end. The Silver Baron then leans in a bit closer to the camera, to show how disgusted he is.
Silver Baron: You of all people should know, that you have to take things seriously. You claim you grew up in a rough neighbourhood. You grew up with nothing. Well guess fucking what? CRY ME A GODDAMN RIVER!
You're not the only shmuck around here, or in any wrestling company that claim that. Hell I can as well if I wanted to. Problem is, you've always been an arrogant prick who believes things will always work out for you. But really, when has it? You should talk to your old gang. They'll tell you that they remember that one incident that landed all your asses in jail! Amazing what you can find with a little digging around.
The Silver Baron is now trying to catch his breath, as he felt his adrenaline, raging through his veins. But after a minute, he backs away, and begins to chuckle.
Silver Baron: But I will say this. You did celebrate your title victory as I said you would, so I can't exactly blame you for that. Fuck knows I've had my share of those nights from other places. But going back to your title victory, I'd like to remind you that you didn't pin the actual champion. There is alot of fucken difference in that Vince.
Because of that, it would be easy to see that I would like to get revenge on you for pinning my tag team partner, Fraser Freeman. Well that's not the case. Why should I care about something like that. The only time it's my concern, is when we're in a tag team match.
The Silver Baron rolled his eyes at that. He knew that Freeman would be an issue because of association. He rather it not be, but he couldn't deny it either. Before he started talking again though, the Silver Baron pinched the bridge of his nose, not bothering to his his frustration.
Silver Baron: Just looking at your antics, your lack of any form of care, and arrogance, it's like you're living in your own fantasy world. What's worse, is that it seems you're letting your woman do all the talking and fighting for you these days. Sure, society may frown upon what I'm about to say, but man, you need to put your woman in her place, otherwise you're going smooth, and not in any good way dude.
But aside from that, I have to ask this. What's going to happen to the next guy, likely me, who whoops your ass, and pins you? Are you going to go on a bitch fest and try to run me down like you did Freeman? Or are you going to wake the fuck up, and see what needs to be done?!
You're just like that dolt who called himself the Once and Future King. You know, the former North American champion, Kyle Travis. His own arrogance is what lead to him losing to me, because he is equally, if not more delusional, then you are Vince. Same thing happened at Searing Agony in that triple threat. And it's that nonchalant attitude that will continue to follow you around when you think you're in a comfortable spot. When you think you have it all, everything gets ripped right out from you, and you'll only ask yourself 'what the fuck happened?'.
The sad thing is, people have a tendency for wanting to accept mediocrity. To settle for stuff that they're comfortable with, because when they achieve something, they feel as if all their hard work has paid off. Something I've seen, and I see it with you. You think, that because you redeemed your loss, and won a title, that you're once again not worrying about the future. That kind of shit is going to eat you alive, yet you won't even know it.
If you look at me, you'll see an ambitious man. A man who wants everything, and will take it. A man, who wants to have an empire, of sleaze, pornography, amongst other things. You also will see a man, who when he is in the ring, is constantly trying to improve himself, to go beyond his limits, and ultimately, will not settle for anything less, then success, no matter the cost, even to my own sanity.
So do me a favour Vince. Look at yourself in the mirror. Reflect on what I say, and ponder the words. Feel the fire within. Otherwise you're just going to be another worthless, mediocre, whiney bitchy man, who believes everything should be handed to them. Just another number, and just another victim of laziness. Only those who have drive, ambition, and greed, like myself, are the ones who succeed.
The Silver Baron let out a chuckle, before he snarled at the camera once again. Having felt that he was done talking, The Silver Baron got up and shut off his camcorder, ending the shoot.
Silver Baron: It's open.
The door opened, and revealed to be Fraser Freeman. He looked better then he did a few days ago, which in the Silver Baron's mind, was a very good thing. Fraser Freeman immediately took a chair at the from the desk, and sat down. The Silver Baron then reached under his desk, and grabbed a couple bottles of water.
Fraser Freeman: You wanted to see me boss?
Silver Baron: I did. First off, I'm glad you're getting your head back together. Fuck knows I wish i could half the time.
Fraser Freeman: The MPD?
Silver Baron: Bingo.
Fraser Freeman: Heh. Oh and thanks for the water, but how would I know it's not spiked?
Freeman looks at the bottle of water and chuckles to himself a little.
Silver Baron: That's a good question. But why would I want to do that? You got an addictive personality, so it's best not to trigger it when you're really trying to keep it under control. Besides, the cap wasn't cracked yet.
Freeman: Seriously boss get a sense of humor yeh? I was taking the piss.
The Silver Baron rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath knowing that Freeman has wound him up. Both men undid the caps to their waters, as they were still sealed until they were opened. Being cautious still for comic effect, Fraser Freeman sniffed the water, before downing some of it's contents and the Silver Baron rolls his eyes once more.
Silver Baron: There has been something bothering me though. Something that's been going on for a while.
Fraser Freeman: What's on ya mind? I take it it has something to do with me?
Silver Baron: How's about the guy who evened the odds for me at Searing Agony, or has done his job to keep drug dealers off camera. You know who I'm talking, about.
Fraser Freeman: Ah yes the Protector right?
Silver Baron: YES!
Fraser Freeman: Okay. But what does this have to do with me? I told you, I'm not that guy.
The Silver Baron chuckled a bit. It wasn't one that found something simply funny, but a darker, more amused type of chuckling.
Silver Baron: Do you really take me to be a fucken fool? Sure I may have more then my own original mind that resides in this skull of mine, but I'm not that scatterbrained. I know that you're behind all of those events.
Fraser Freeman: I told you though, it's not me mate.
Silver Baron: Stop trying to deny it. First off, this 'Protector' does well to hide his identity. Second, I can tell various other similarities.
Fraser Freeman: I'm telling you mate, it is not me okay!
Silver Baron: Alright fine! If you insist. But honestly Freeman, I could care less who it is. You said you knew, and was working for you. Well why didn't you tell me you had some wing man looking after things?
Fraser Freeman: And spoil the surprise?
Silver Baron: Look, I'm glad the 'Protector' was there at Searing Agony. I really am. But why couldn't you have let me know you were doing this, or had somebody doing this?
Fraser Freeman: Well maybe I didn't want to get anyone else involved. We all got our own agendas, don't we not, why should I have to involve you in my personal crusade?
Silver Baron: Yeah, I get that. I mean afterall, I did manage to have a major thorn for me was dealt with. But why did you not want anyone involved in your affairs?
Fraser Freeman: Obsessive much boss?
Silver Baron: That obvious huh?
The Silver Baron sighed, as he drank some more of his water. He was feeling just a bit frustrated he wasn't getting any straight answers.
Silver Baron: Look, I could care less what you do on your free time. If you're grooming somebody to fulfill your ideals, that's fine. I've been straight with you about alot of things, and I just wish you would have done the same, and told me about this.
Fraser Freeman: Straight about alot of things? HA! What about Oblivion I was as surprised as everyone else about that shite?
Silver Baron: I warned you that was a side of me you don't want to fucken see! And I know a few weeks ago when you, Skylar, and Craven were helping keep Dark Camelot at bay, I saw the look you gave Oblivion. One of fear and hate. And I don't blame you one bit.
Fraser Freeman: Good point boss, but I have seen more than you could ever imagine, you could have just been straight with me.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. But like I said, wish you told me sooner. Afraid I might exploit it much? Well if you did, well I am a business man, so yeah, I would have been tempted to. However, as it is, not much I can do now.
Fraser Freeman: Not exactly mate, as much as anything he wanted to keep his identity concealed and still does. Is that all you want then?
Silver Baron: Actually, not quite. First off, before anything else, I just want to say, I'm glad that the day off I gave you didn't go to waste. You're looking, sounding, and walking, more confidant in yourself. You figured out your problem, and are working on fixing your problems. But about the day off, well I heard what you said, and you're partially right.
Fraser Freeman: What, about you being afraid I was wrecking the dome?
Silver Baron: Yeah. You did destroy some shit, but easy fix for the most part. However, there was a more pressing matter as to why I told you to cool it. A few of the girls had told me that they didn't like seeing you like this. It fucken scared them man. The one person I could definitely count on to make them feel safe, wasn't doing his job. Lucky I didn't outright fire your ass. As it is, you've done so much good so I couldn't do that.
Fraser Freeman: Well, I'm the best at my job so yeah thanks for the recognition I guess.
Silver Baron: Your welcome. Like I said, you're doing much better, and that's all that matters now. I wish we could use the Protector to help, and if I have things my way, it will happen.
Fraser Freeman: Alrighty. Is that everything?
Silver Baron: Yeah. I got a 3 o'clock appointment. Supposedly for something big.
Female voice: You wouldn't happen to mean me, wouldn't you.
Both the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman looked towards the doorway. Right there, was Nicole, who had opened the door, and beside her, was a tall, platinum blonde haired young woman, wearing leather shorts, and a leather kutte. The Silver Baron smiled brightly.
Silver Baron: Lacey Roberts! What are you doing here girl?
Lacey Roberts: I'm your 3 o'clock.
Nicole: Like I said before boss, you don't want to miss this one.
Fraser Freeman: Wait, who's this?
Silver Baron: Oh. Right. Freeman, i'd like you to meet an old...well not in age sense, but long time knowing, friend of mine. Miss Lacey Roberts.
Lacey walked on in, as both the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman got up. Fraser and Lacey shook hands, before Freeman nodded, and left with Nicole.
Silver Baron: Can I get you anything to drink?
Lacey Roberts: Naw, I'm good Vega. Must say, I am not the least bit surprised you own a Vegas brothel. But a high class respectable one that's also a strip club, well I won't lie, I am impressed.
Silver Baron: Thanks. But why you here? The old man would kill me if he knew you were here.
Lacey Roberts: Oh he knows. He sent me.
Silver Baron: Really? Huh. Didn't think Randy would be like that.
Lacey Roberts: Well he got over the fact that I am not somebody he can protect forever, especially starting last year or so.
Silver Baron: Oh. So you got into the club?
Lacey Roberts: Sure did.
Silver Baron: Nice. But why wanting to have a party all the way out here? It doesn't make any sense at all.
Lacey Roberts: Well it just so happens that all the members of the club managed to book about a month off for a cross country tour. Small scale gang and all, but still wanted to take a states tour, have some fun. When we heard you run a brothel here, we decided to see if we could reserve a night here for a biker party.
Silver Baron: I don't see why not. What day do you need?
Lacey Roberts: The second of August should do.
Silver Baron: Well, then consider the party booked. Nothing going on that weekend here, out of the ordinary. Just take my card, and keep in contact for details.
Lacey Roberts: Awesome. Will definitely be fun here.
Silver Baron: Oh I should hope so. To bad we don't sell males here.
Lacey Roberts: Not a problem.
The Silver Baron laughed for a second, that suddenly stared at Lacey, in disbelief. Lacey giggled for just a second, before leaning over, giving the Silver Baron a good view.
Lacey Roberts: Who says I need a man? I'm still young enough to play around with anyone I please.
Silver Baron: Oh. Fair enough. Well, is that all for business?
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. So tell me Vega. How's it going in UWA?
Silver Baron: Pretty good actually. I take it you've been watching?
Lacey Roberts: Indeed. That match you had at Searing Agony, I gotta say, not the most brutal I've seen you do, but definitely was fun to watch.
Silver Baron: Oh why thank you. But what about you? I thought you were trying for a career of your own.
Lacey Roberts: I am. Who knows, I might join UWA myself. If I do though, no offense, but I'm not looking to partner up with anyone soon.
Silver Baron: Well, I can respect that.
Lacey nodded, and leaned back. She had a good look around the office, and was mildly amused at some of the artwork that covered the walls. Women, in provocative poses. Normal for a brothel and strip club.
Lacey Roberts: I heard you were facing a champion this week. Is that true?
Silver Baron: I am. The guy's bit of a prick though.
Lacey Roberts: Really?
Silver Baron: Yeah. North American Champion Vince Jones. Pinned Freeman to win the title, as I'm sure you saw.
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. Cheap method. Anyways, glad to see you're doing alright. Though I gotta ask. Is the douchebag in your head bothering you lately?
Silver Baron: Was. But I'm good now. Hopefully it will stay that way.
Lacey Roberts: Yeah. Anyways, I best be going. Still want to get some good ride time in before it gets to dark.
Both Lacey and the Silver Baron both stood up. Lacey proceeded to head to the door, and the Silver Baron did not hide the fact he was checking her out, which made Lacey giggle for a second.
Silver Baron: Alright. And Lacey...
Lacey Roberts: Yeah?
Silver Baron: It was good seeing you again.
Lacey: Yeah same here.
Lacey left the office after that. The Silver Baron sighed. He couldn't believe how amazing Lacey looked since he last saw her. But out of respect for the man who trained him, he dare not pursued Lacey.
~~Three hours later~~
The club was now more lively, as it was just after the start of the evening, around 6pm. Many were coming in, and enjoying all the shows. The Silver Baron however, was doing some research on his opponent. Trying to see what he was about. Yet all he found was that Vince Jones was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, much like anyone else he had to face, except at a nauseating level.
Silver Baron: I knew it. He's just another arrogant prick. To bad arrogance against me, is a death sentence.
The Silver Baron sighed, as he closed down his laptop. He took out a flask, and took a big swig of the contents, before getting up and putting his camcorder and tripod in place, right infront of his desk.
Silver Baron: Might as well use this knowledge to my advantage.
The Silver Baron sighed, taking another swig from his flask. He now had everything set up. He pushed record, and sat behind his desk.
Silver Baron: It almost seems as if I wasn't clear enough about what my opponent should be doing right now. While it is good to have a plan for the future, what good is it if you can't get things accomplished in the here and now.
See Vinnie, Vince, or however you like to be called, what's right in front of you, is somebody who you need to focus on. You can't let your ego trip you up and believe you will win because you're a champion. It's a hard lesson, but some of the best don't need to hold gold, though we just like the feel of it.
But what's my point in that? Well the point is, knowing you, you believe you already have the victory in the bag. That kind of mindest will get you killed. It's something that your woman, Jasmine, your manager...what's his name again....Reno I believe it was? What they have been trying to tell you, is to focus.
Yet there you always are, with your smug grin, believing that every fucken thing will be alright.
The Silver Baron snarls in disgust. He's had his fair share of people exactly like Vince Jones, and judging by his sour expression, it irritates him to no end. The Silver Baron then leans in a bit closer to the camera, to show how disgusted he is.
Silver Baron: You of all people should know, that you have to take things seriously. You claim you grew up in a rough neighbourhood. You grew up with nothing. Well guess fucking what? CRY ME A GODDAMN RIVER!
You're not the only shmuck around here, or in any wrestling company that claim that. Hell I can as well if I wanted to. Problem is, you've always been an arrogant prick who believes things will always work out for you. But really, when has it? You should talk to your old gang. They'll tell you that they remember that one incident that landed all your asses in jail! Amazing what you can find with a little digging around.
The Silver Baron is now trying to catch his breath, as he felt his adrenaline, raging through his veins. But after a minute, he backs away, and begins to chuckle.
Silver Baron: But I will say this. You did celebrate your title victory as I said you would, so I can't exactly blame you for that. Fuck knows I've had my share of those nights from other places. But going back to your title victory, I'd like to remind you that you didn't pin the actual champion. There is alot of fucken difference in that Vince.
Because of that, it would be easy to see that I would like to get revenge on you for pinning my tag team partner, Fraser Freeman. Well that's not the case. Why should I care about something like that. The only time it's my concern, is when we're in a tag team match.
The Silver Baron rolled his eyes at that. He knew that Freeman would be an issue because of association. He rather it not be, but he couldn't deny it either. Before he started talking again though, the Silver Baron pinched the bridge of his nose, not bothering to his his frustration.
Silver Baron: Just looking at your antics, your lack of any form of care, and arrogance, it's like you're living in your own fantasy world. What's worse, is that it seems you're letting your woman do all the talking and fighting for you these days. Sure, society may frown upon what I'm about to say, but man, you need to put your woman in her place, otherwise you're going smooth, and not in any good way dude.
But aside from that, I have to ask this. What's going to happen to the next guy, likely me, who whoops your ass, and pins you? Are you going to go on a bitch fest and try to run me down like you did Freeman? Or are you going to wake the fuck up, and see what needs to be done?!
You're just like that dolt who called himself the Once and Future King. You know, the former North American champion, Kyle Travis. His own arrogance is what lead to him losing to me, because he is equally, if not more delusional, then you are Vince. Same thing happened at Searing Agony in that triple threat. And it's that nonchalant attitude that will continue to follow you around when you think you're in a comfortable spot. When you think you have it all, everything gets ripped right out from you, and you'll only ask yourself 'what the fuck happened?'.
The sad thing is, people have a tendency for wanting to accept mediocrity. To settle for stuff that they're comfortable with, because when they achieve something, they feel as if all their hard work has paid off. Something I've seen, and I see it with you. You think, that because you redeemed your loss, and won a title, that you're once again not worrying about the future. That kind of shit is going to eat you alive, yet you won't even know it.
If you look at me, you'll see an ambitious man. A man who wants everything, and will take it. A man, who wants to have an empire, of sleaze, pornography, amongst other things. You also will see a man, who when he is in the ring, is constantly trying to improve himself, to go beyond his limits, and ultimately, will not settle for anything less, then success, no matter the cost, even to my own sanity.
So do me a favour Vince. Look at yourself in the mirror. Reflect on what I say, and ponder the words. Feel the fire within. Otherwise you're just going to be another worthless, mediocre, whiney bitchy man, who believes everything should be handed to them. Just another number, and just another victim of laziness. Only those who have drive, ambition, and greed, like myself, are the ones who succeed.
The Silver Baron let out a chuckle, before he snarled at the camera once again. Having felt that he was done talking, The Silver Baron got up and shut off his camcorder, ending the shoot.
