Post by silverbaron on Aug 20, 2014 9:55:15 GMT -6
Inspite of the interruption and gang attack that was done to the Silver Baron by the Children, the atmosphere that could be felt in the Pleasure dome was more positive then usual. It would seem as if most things for the Silver Baron had finally come into place.
He hummed a tune to himself, as he was hanging up a big poster of Raising Hell, just outside the building. Afterall, Raising Hell was taking place in Vegas.
However, the sound of a car pulling up snapped the Silver Baron out of his thoughts, as he saw Nicole step out of the car. He smirked, really liking the tube top and Daisy Dukes she was wearing. She approached him, as he finished putting the poster up.
Nicole: Hey boss.
Silver Baron: Hey Nicole. Did you manage to send out all the fliers?
Nicole: You bet. That stack is now all over Vegas.
Silver Baron: Just like a wild city touring night for me.
Nicole giggled at that. She had a look at the poster that the Silver Baron had put up. It was slightly different then the fliers she was handing out. Well this was the official poster. All she was handing out was information on where and when the pay per view was happening.
Nicole: Heh. Bet you came up with this idea.
Silver Baron: Naw. Not this time. Though I ain't gonna deny, I love the idea of it, just wish there were different girls in the poster.
Nicole: Really? Like whom?
Silver Baron: Like you for example, but that's probably why I'm not in charge of this stuff. Anyways, let's head in.
The two of them went inside the dome. It was still a couple hours away until opening time. The drinks were being stocked up, general cleaning was happening, especially for the booths. The girls had started to come in as well.
Nicole: Hey boss. What's going to happen here while we're at the actual show.
Silver Baron: Why do you ask? It's going to continue on as usual.
Nicole: I don't know. Shouldn't we be doing something special. I mean...this pay per view is right here in Vegas. Hell the venue isn't to far away. I think you need to do something.
Silver Baron: Nicole...I don't pay you to think. That being said, you're right. I do need to do something special. I'll most likely section off a space of the club to watch the show, while the rest continues on as usual. For the patrons usually coming in here who also are into wrestling, it'll be a double reason to come.
Nicole: Alright.
Suddenly, the Silver Baron's Cell phone chimed. He had a look, to see that it was a text message from non other then the Protector. It read:
'We need to talk. Call this number when you're ready'
Silver Baron: Huh. Wonder what he needs.
Nicole: Anything important boss?
Silver Baron: No. Not at all. Anyways, I'll be in my office.
The Silver Baron put away his cell phone, as he began to walk off. Nicole shrugged for a second, before she went and began to resume helping out with setting things up for the night.
Once the Silver Baron was inside his office, he locked the door. He grabbed himself a beer, before he dialed the number the Protector provided him. He put his Cell Phone down on his table, having put it on speaker.
Protector: I see you got my message, Baron.
Silver Baron: I did. Though I didn't expect your voice to be that damn deep.
The Protector chuckles for a second. It wasn't meant to sound like a menacing laugh, but due to how deep the voice was, it did come across as it. The Silver Baron sat down at his desk, and began to drink his beer.
Protector: This isn't my real voice.
Silver Baron: Ah. A voice changer. Isn't that going overboard with secret identity?
Protector: Perhaps. But I prefer to keep my identity completely hidden for now.
Silver Baron: Well, I prefer you didn't do so, but I can somewhat understand. Therefore I'm not going to stop you. Anyways, why did you suddenly want to have a conversation?
Protector: Hmph. I figured you of all people would appreciate talking strategy for a match, especially considering what's in it for us.
Silver Baron: Point taken. However, I have to ask you something.
Protector: Does it have anything to do with the fact this is an odd pairing?
Silver Baron: It does. See my original plan was, to have Freeman and I win the tag team titles once they were activated. However, the powers that be, our tag team has become a stable. With what I have in mind, Fraser can still be tag team champion.
Protecter: Oh? The Freebird rule, I take it.
Silver Baron: Exactly. But the problem is, I don't want to make assumptions. I truly do appreciate what you stand for, though they are pretty much exactly the same as Freeman's, so I'm still a bit skeptical of who you really are.
Protector: Heh. Not surprising Baron.
The Silver Baron sighed, before taking another swig of his beer. He stretched his neck out for a second, as his muscles were getting a bit stiff.
Silver Baron: So just in case, I would like to ask. Are you willing to be a Sin City Knight?
The Protector sighed. He was silent for a minute. The Silver Baron had some more of his beer while he waited. Eventually, the Protector sighed again, but this time, he was going to respond.
Protector: And do tell, why you're asking me this?
Silver Baron: Well to be honest, it's mostly because I wanted to invoke the Freebird rule. Was going to regardless of whom I was going to team up with from the Knights.
The Silver Baron then heard chuckling from he Protector's end. This surprised the Silver Baron. He waited until the Protector's chuckling ceased.
Silver Baron: Something funny that I missed?
Protector: He...never actually said anything, am I correct?
Silver Baron: I don't follow.
Protector: Well, I do work with Freeman. Shouldn't that be an indication that perhaps I already am a Knight?
Silver Baron: Ah. Well I suppose. At least I know it's official now. Glad to know you're with us.
Protector: Thanks.
Silver Baron: Your welcome. So since we meant to talk strategy, what's your plan against the Corn Bread Mafia?
Protector: Well, sad as it is, they have the experience edge over us.
Silver Baron: Yeah that much is obvious. However they aren't around often enough. It's like they're some special sideshow attraction or something.
Protector: Maybe. I guess we'll have to figure out more when the time comes.
Silver Baron: Indeed. All I know is, I plan to face them like I do every other opponent. Nothing held back, with all my confidence on display. Hasn't failed me yet, and It won't fail me now.
Protector: Heh. Good to know. I shall do the same. Wouldn't do me any good if anyone thought I'm a pushover.
Silver Baron: Excellent. Anyways, I hope you don't mind, but I need to get back to work. Isn't easy running one of the classiest brothel and strip clubs in Vegas.
Protector: I would imagine it isn't. Also, I am glad that it is classy and respected. Otherwise, you and I would have a serious problem.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. Anyways, I'll see you at Raising Hell.
Protector: I'll see you there.
The protector hung up his end first. The Silver Baron followed suite, and then began to take his laptop out, getting ready to begin some business for the day.
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A few hours later, the Silver Baron was outside, on a decently sized balcony that was adjacent from his office. He was currently looking out over the city. However, he had set his camcorder up to have a view of Vegas, as he was going to do another one of his shoots.
Silver Baron: Las Vegas. Sin City. Whatever you like to call it, it's a wonderful place. But like any great place, it has it's darkside, which i'm sure everyone is aware of. And very soon, it's about to be rocked.
As I stand here, I can't help but contemplate over the recent events, and what's coming up. Because of what will be happening, alot of people have been asking me a few things in regards to my upcoming match at Raising Hell, coming out of my town, Sin City! Questions like, do you feel ripped off, or was this a long time coming? But perhaps the oddest one of them all is, why somebody who's not part of the Sin City Knights?
Well here's the answers for them, in order, of course. One, I would rather be fighting for the world title, but a goal was the be tag team champion, so no, I don't feel ripped off. Two, you're damn right it was a long time coming, because nobody can deny that I've earned at least one title opportunity. And of course for number three, while he's likely to do his own thing, the Protector is part of the Sin City Knights.
Of course, since it was me and Freeman who came in here originally, before the other joined, it was supposed to be us that got the opportunity. Hell, even then, it was supposed to be the originals getting the shot. However, due to the ghetto dolt, Vince Jones, constantly sticking his business where it don't belong, Freeman's going to send that cocksucker to the hospital, and in the process, become a champion of his own right.
But where does that leave the rest of the Knights? Well when Raising Hell comes around, the Knights will be taking what we want, and that's going to be all of the gold we can get our hands on.
I for one personally refuse to lose to a couple of hillbillies who are only around once a fucken month, while I'm constantly, every single goddamn show, whooping ass, to entertain the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home!
The Silver Baron looked frustrated. He even kicked the wall quickly. But after a minute, he calmed himself down enough so he wouldn't lose his cool. When he was fine, he smirked.
Silver Baron: See, right off the bat, the Sin City Knights made an impact. We defeated and humiliated two factions who up to that point, hadn't been defeated. K.I.S.S and Dark Camelot. Two teams which I'm sure neither member of the Cornbread Mafia ever got to face. No, you two have just been kicking around a couple of naturally born dolts, in Sang Real. But aside from beating them on pay per views, where the fuck have you been?
Been to lazy or some shit to come and actually be part of Mayhem? To much work on the far, or to busy fucking relatives to do anything. For my sake please, let that last one not be true. I've heard the horror stories of the inbreeding and it's one of the few things that get us revolted. And yes, that includes Oblivion.
The Silver Baron started to make mock disgusting noise towards that last comment of his. Once he had his fun, he chuckled, for only a second. He then cleared his throat, now showing that he was now being serious.
Silver Baron: Honestly, I want to take you guys seriously enough. The Corn Bread Mafia was in a few intense battles with Sang Real since the beginning, and ultimately, you guys proved to be the better team. But since you're not around all the time, it's almost disappointing. I know Protector and I haven't teamed up in a match before, but at least we show up every single fucken week!
Nevertheless, I know it would be foolish to simply underestimate you boys. It's like I said, you were in a seriously intense feud with Sang Real, even if you only really fought on the pay per views.
Heh. I really could go for the lowball route. In fact, I am extremely tempted to even. However, I would only be saying the same shit you've heard over a billion times by now. How you're rednecks, right down to how you talk.
But those things don't matter. Like I said, you've heard them a billion times, and yet you keep winning. So how about I do this? I could care less about what backwater town you guys came from. I could care less about your upbringing. I could care less about how many farms you guys might have. For you see, you're about to step into a whole different world. A world, where your so called 'Christian' beliefs, mean not a fucken thing. Out here in Vegas, my town, it's all about success. For all the glitz, glam, and gamble that goes on out here, it truly is all about success.
What are you two boys willing to do to get the success that you feel you deserve? Will you fight us with the same intensity as you did Sang Real, or will you dig deeper. My advice, is the latter. While you have soundly defeated Sang Real, earning this shot, You will find, that at the very least, I, world player, am more then just talk.
As for the Protector, I cannot think of anyone else to have as my partner if I can't have Freeman. This is of course, no offence to Skylar and Craven, but this is a big match. The biggest of your careers at least. Same for the Sin City Knights, and I want somebody who I know will be more then capable of taking care of business, without constantly having to look over their shoulder.
The Silver Baron turned around, and took a nice long look at Las Vegas. He never got tired of the view. However, being that he wasn't done voicing his thoughts, he turned back around. The look in his eyes showed he was all fired up.
Silver Baron: It's all about the gold this time. I got no problems with you Corn Bread Mafia, but this hunger, that wants to take the gold...I'm sure you guys feel it as well. You can try all you want, with the momentum of your wins to try to take the win. But that won't matter.
Because no matter how hard you try, you can't stop the world player from dominating. Especially here in Vegas, where it's my city, my rules, my money...and MY WORLD!
One last thing. If anyone is feeling seriously suicidal, be my guest and interfere. But if you value your ability to walk, stay the fuck away from my match. These interferences have to stop, and if nobody heads the words of this pimp, then my actions will show you why nobody....AND I DO MEAN NOBODY...Fucks with the Silver Baron!
He hummed a tune to himself, as he was hanging up a big poster of Raising Hell, just outside the building. Afterall, Raising Hell was taking place in Vegas.
However, the sound of a car pulling up snapped the Silver Baron out of his thoughts, as he saw Nicole step out of the car. He smirked, really liking the tube top and Daisy Dukes she was wearing. She approached him, as he finished putting the poster up.
Nicole: Hey boss.
Silver Baron: Hey Nicole. Did you manage to send out all the fliers?
Nicole: You bet. That stack is now all over Vegas.
Silver Baron: Just like a wild city touring night for me.
Nicole giggled at that. She had a look at the poster that the Silver Baron had put up. It was slightly different then the fliers she was handing out. Well this was the official poster. All she was handing out was information on where and when the pay per view was happening.
Nicole: Heh. Bet you came up with this idea.
Silver Baron: Naw. Not this time. Though I ain't gonna deny, I love the idea of it, just wish there were different girls in the poster.
Nicole: Really? Like whom?
Silver Baron: Like you for example, but that's probably why I'm not in charge of this stuff. Anyways, let's head in.
The two of them went inside the dome. It was still a couple hours away until opening time. The drinks were being stocked up, general cleaning was happening, especially for the booths. The girls had started to come in as well.
Nicole: Hey boss. What's going to happen here while we're at the actual show.
Silver Baron: Why do you ask? It's going to continue on as usual.
Nicole: I don't know. Shouldn't we be doing something special. I mean...this pay per view is right here in Vegas. Hell the venue isn't to far away. I think you need to do something.
Silver Baron: Nicole...I don't pay you to think. That being said, you're right. I do need to do something special. I'll most likely section off a space of the club to watch the show, while the rest continues on as usual. For the patrons usually coming in here who also are into wrestling, it'll be a double reason to come.
Nicole: Alright.
Suddenly, the Silver Baron's Cell phone chimed. He had a look, to see that it was a text message from non other then the Protector. It read:
'We need to talk. Call this number when you're ready'
Silver Baron: Huh. Wonder what he needs.
Nicole: Anything important boss?
Silver Baron: No. Not at all. Anyways, I'll be in my office.
The Silver Baron put away his cell phone, as he began to walk off. Nicole shrugged for a second, before she went and began to resume helping out with setting things up for the night.
Once the Silver Baron was inside his office, he locked the door. He grabbed himself a beer, before he dialed the number the Protector provided him. He put his Cell Phone down on his table, having put it on speaker.
Protector: I see you got my message, Baron.
Silver Baron: I did. Though I didn't expect your voice to be that damn deep.
The Protector chuckles for a second. It wasn't meant to sound like a menacing laugh, but due to how deep the voice was, it did come across as it. The Silver Baron sat down at his desk, and began to drink his beer.
Protector: This isn't my real voice.
Silver Baron: Ah. A voice changer. Isn't that going overboard with secret identity?
Protector: Perhaps. But I prefer to keep my identity completely hidden for now.
Silver Baron: Well, I prefer you didn't do so, but I can somewhat understand. Therefore I'm not going to stop you. Anyways, why did you suddenly want to have a conversation?
Protector: Hmph. I figured you of all people would appreciate talking strategy for a match, especially considering what's in it for us.
Silver Baron: Point taken. However, I have to ask you something.
Protector: Does it have anything to do with the fact this is an odd pairing?
Silver Baron: It does. See my original plan was, to have Freeman and I win the tag team titles once they were activated. However, the powers that be, our tag team has become a stable. With what I have in mind, Fraser can still be tag team champion.
Protecter: Oh? The Freebird rule, I take it.
Silver Baron: Exactly. But the problem is, I don't want to make assumptions. I truly do appreciate what you stand for, though they are pretty much exactly the same as Freeman's, so I'm still a bit skeptical of who you really are.
Protector: Heh. Not surprising Baron.
The Silver Baron sighed, before taking another swig of his beer. He stretched his neck out for a second, as his muscles were getting a bit stiff.
Silver Baron: So just in case, I would like to ask. Are you willing to be a Sin City Knight?
The Protector sighed. He was silent for a minute. The Silver Baron had some more of his beer while he waited. Eventually, the Protector sighed again, but this time, he was going to respond.
Protector: And do tell, why you're asking me this?
Silver Baron: Well to be honest, it's mostly because I wanted to invoke the Freebird rule. Was going to regardless of whom I was going to team up with from the Knights.
The Silver Baron then heard chuckling from he Protector's end. This surprised the Silver Baron. He waited until the Protector's chuckling ceased.
Silver Baron: Something funny that I missed?
Protector: He...never actually said anything, am I correct?
Silver Baron: I don't follow.
Protector: Well, I do work with Freeman. Shouldn't that be an indication that perhaps I already am a Knight?
Silver Baron: Ah. Well I suppose. At least I know it's official now. Glad to know you're with us.
Protector: Thanks.
Silver Baron: Your welcome. So since we meant to talk strategy, what's your plan against the Corn Bread Mafia?
Protector: Well, sad as it is, they have the experience edge over us.
Silver Baron: Yeah that much is obvious. However they aren't around often enough. It's like they're some special sideshow attraction or something.
Protector: Maybe. I guess we'll have to figure out more when the time comes.
Silver Baron: Indeed. All I know is, I plan to face them like I do every other opponent. Nothing held back, with all my confidence on display. Hasn't failed me yet, and It won't fail me now.
Protector: Heh. Good to know. I shall do the same. Wouldn't do me any good if anyone thought I'm a pushover.
Silver Baron: Excellent. Anyways, I hope you don't mind, but I need to get back to work. Isn't easy running one of the classiest brothel and strip clubs in Vegas.
Protector: I would imagine it isn't. Also, I am glad that it is classy and respected. Otherwise, you and I would have a serious problem.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. Anyways, I'll see you at Raising Hell.
Protector: I'll see you there.
The protector hung up his end first. The Silver Baron followed suite, and then began to take his laptop out, getting ready to begin some business for the day.
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A few hours later, the Silver Baron was outside, on a decently sized balcony that was adjacent from his office. He was currently looking out over the city. However, he had set his camcorder up to have a view of Vegas, as he was going to do another one of his shoots.
Silver Baron: Las Vegas. Sin City. Whatever you like to call it, it's a wonderful place. But like any great place, it has it's darkside, which i'm sure everyone is aware of. And very soon, it's about to be rocked.
As I stand here, I can't help but contemplate over the recent events, and what's coming up. Because of what will be happening, alot of people have been asking me a few things in regards to my upcoming match at Raising Hell, coming out of my town, Sin City! Questions like, do you feel ripped off, or was this a long time coming? But perhaps the oddest one of them all is, why somebody who's not part of the Sin City Knights?
Well here's the answers for them, in order, of course. One, I would rather be fighting for the world title, but a goal was the be tag team champion, so no, I don't feel ripped off. Two, you're damn right it was a long time coming, because nobody can deny that I've earned at least one title opportunity. And of course for number three, while he's likely to do his own thing, the Protector is part of the Sin City Knights.
Of course, since it was me and Freeman who came in here originally, before the other joined, it was supposed to be us that got the opportunity. Hell, even then, it was supposed to be the originals getting the shot. However, due to the ghetto dolt, Vince Jones, constantly sticking his business where it don't belong, Freeman's going to send that cocksucker to the hospital, and in the process, become a champion of his own right.
But where does that leave the rest of the Knights? Well when Raising Hell comes around, the Knights will be taking what we want, and that's going to be all of the gold we can get our hands on.
I for one personally refuse to lose to a couple of hillbillies who are only around once a fucken month, while I'm constantly, every single goddamn show, whooping ass, to entertain the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching at home!
The Silver Baron looked frustrated. He even kicked the wall quickly. But after a minute, he calmed himself down enough so he wouldn't lose his cool. When he was fine, he smirked.
Silver Baron: See, right off the bat, the Sin City Knights made an impact. We defeated and humiliated two factions who up to that point, hadn't been defeated. K.I.S.S and Dark Camelot. Two teams which I'm sure neither member of the Cornbread Mafia ever got to face. No, you two have just been kicking around a couple of naturally born dolts, in Sang Real. But aside from beating them on pay per views, where the fuck have you been?
Been to lazy or some shit to come and actually be part of Mayhem? To much work on the far, or to busy fucking relatives to do anything. For my sake please, let that last one not be true. I've heard the horror stories of the inbreeding and it's one of the few things that get us revolted. And yes, that includes Oblivion.
The Silver Baron started to make mock disgusting noise towards that last comment of his. Once he had his fun, he chuckled, for only a second. He then cleared his throat, now showing that he was now being serious.
Silver Baron: Honestly, I want to take you guys seriously enough. The Corn Bread Mafia was in a few intense battles with Sang Real since the beginning, and ultimately, you guys proved to be the better team. But since you're not around all the time, it's almost disappointing. I know Protector and I haven't teamed up in a match before, but at least we show up every single fucken week!
Nevertheless, I know it would be foolish to simply underestimate you boys. It's like I said, you were in a seriously intense feud with Sang Real, even if you only really fought on the pay per views.
Heh. I really could go for the lowball route. In fact, I am extremely tempted to even. However, I would only be saying the same shit you've heard over a billion times by now. How you're rednecks, right down to how you talk.
But those things don't matter. Like I said, you've heard them a billion times, and yet you keep winning. So how about I do this? I could care less about what backwater town you guys came from. I could care less about your upbringing. I could care less about how many farms you guys might have. For you see, you're about to step into a whole different world. A world, where your so called 'Christian' beliefs, mean not a fucken thing. Out here in Vegas, my town, it's all about success. For all the glitz, glam, and gamble that goes on out here, it truly is all about success.
What are you two boys willing to do to get the success that you feel you deserve? Will you fight us with the same intensity as you did Sang Real, or will you dig deeper. My advice, is the latter. While you have soundly defeated Sang Real, earning this shot, You will find, that at the very least, I, world player, am more then just talk.
As for the Protector, I cannot think of anyone else to have as my partner if I can't have Freeman. This is of course, no offence to Skylar and Craven, but this is a big match. The biggest of your careers at least. Same for the Sin City Knights, and I want somebody who I know will be more then capable of taking care of business, without constantly having to look over their shoulder.
The Silver Baron turned around, and took a nice long look at Las Vegas. He never got tired of the view. However, being that he wasn't done voicing his thoughts, he turned back around. The look in his eyes showed he was all fired up.
Silver Baron: It's all about the gold this time. I got no problems with you Corn Bread Mafia, but this hunger, that wants to take the gold...I'm sure you guys feel it as well. You can try all you want, with the momentum of your wins to try to take the win. But that won't matter.
Because no matter how hard you try, you can't stop the world player from dominating. Especially here in Vegas, where it's my city, my rules, my money...and MY WORLD!
One last thing. If anyone is feeling seriously suicidal, be my guest and interfere. But if you value your ability to walk, stay the fuck away from my match. These interferences have to stop, and if nobody heads the words of this pimp, then my actions will show you why nobody....AND I DO MEAN NOBODY...Fucks with the Silver Baron!
