Post by silverbaron on Sept 5, 2014 22:01:39 GMT -6
The office of the Silver Baron was a complete mess. Chairs were thrown everywhere, desk flipped, and broken bottles everywhere. Yet the Silver Baron just sat on his bar top, looking at the carnage.
He was both mad and completely freaked out. The events of Raising Hell kept playing through his mind. He and the Protector won the tag team championship, but before it could sink in, Sang Real and Kyle Travis decided to fuck them over. On top of that, they nearly hospitalized the girls.
It didn't help that Fraser Freeman had gone missing after he woke up from his brief coma.
But the worst part of the attack, is that is left his mind weakened. Oblivion had gotten through more now, with little warning. This is why the Silver Baron shut himself out from everyone, lest he let Oblivion near them.
The Silver Baron looked at the bottle of beer he just finished. He sighed, and was starting to throw it, when his arm seized up. He looked at the bottle as he brought it to eye level. Oblivion began to appear in the reflection.
Oblivion: Remind me to thank those three for loosening these locks. Feels good to have some freedom.
Silver Baron: I bet it does.
Oblivion: I'll make sure to tell them that when they're lowered into the ground. Or cremated. Or acid washed. Or any way that I might dispose of the bodies.
Silver Baron: And this, is why I keep you under lock and key.
Oblivion: Ah but now things are finally going my way Vega. Now I can do more of what I want.
Silver Baron: You won't for long. You've never been able to defeat me. I always have managed to keep you in your place.
Oblivion: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You really do make me laugh Vega. You see, maybe I let you win. See, you need me alot more then you think.
Silver Baron: How the fuck so?
Oblivion: Well for starters, my influence drives you more. And lets not forget that in the end, I am this body's insurance against...HIM!
Silver Baron: Ugh. Don't remind me.
Oblivion: To damn bad. Though I got to say, good on ya, from a couple weeks back.
Silver Baron: What do you mean?
Oblivion: Oh please. You know I watch over you, especially when things get nice and nasty. And it has been a while, since we've had the taste, of virgin pussy. So much so, I will get a round with her.
The Silver Baron gripped the bottle tightly, to the point that it broke under the pressure. Shards of the glass slashed his hand open a bit, but nothing to deep. Lots of blood did come out though, but it silenced Oblivion for the time being.
Silver Baron: Fuck!
The Silver baron got off the bar top, and went behind the bar, pulling out a first aid kit. He did what was needed, wrapping his hand up to stop the bleeding, and possible infection. He sighed, looking at the bar top glass, which Oblivion appeared again in.
Oblivion: Not getting rid of me that easily. Not like you really want to though.
Silver Baron: You're wrong! I'm sick of you. Taunting me, cursing me to this torment. Just leave me the fuck alone!
Oblivion: No can do Vega. Afterall, you are my vessel. And I kind of like this vessel. But above all of that, I know you're deepest, darkest desires. I tend to feed off of them. I know you want to brutalize those three to become personally acquainted with the term FUBAR. I am simply going to make sure that it happens. After that, well it's not like I have a definitive plan after that. Just more of the same.
Silver Baron: No. I will...I will find some way to get rid of you.
Oblivion: Listen to yourself Vega. You're sounding like you're in a fucken loop. I told you when we first truly met, after I made those five guys FUBAR, that you better get used to having me around.
The Silver Baron screamed out loud. He began to hit himself, using the pain to force Oblivion's presence out of him. But Oblivion kept laughing at the Silver Baron's misfortune. The Silver Baron began to laugh just like Oblivion though. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. With a wide smirk, he got up, and opened it, only to feel a sudden pain in his groin, as he was kicked there. As he crumbled in pain, the Silver Baron looked up to see that it was Lacey, who had kicked him.
Silver Baron:....Thanks.
Lacey: No problem. Could hear the screams. Plus, Nicole sent for me, knowing I was around.
Lacey then began to help the Silver Baron up, and back into his office. She sighed, seeing the mess. He sat down, on the ground, as a couple of tears fell, mostly due to the pain.
Lacey: You're other half bothering you much?
Silver Baron: That obvious, huh?
Lacey: It certainly would explain things. You've been worrying everyone all week. Even me Vega.
Silver Baron: I know. It's just...I don't trust myself around anyone right now.
Lacey: Well...all things considered, I don't blame you for losing your mind. But I've told you plenty of times. Get the fuck over it!
Silver Baron: I'm trying Lace! You try living with a psychopath in your head.
Lacey: I'll pass. My family's bad enough, and you know it.
Silver Baron: Sadly.
Lacey smiled, before she sighed. The Silver Baron picked up on that, and looked at her. Oblivion was still laughing in the Silver Baron's head, but he was doing what he could to ignore it for the time being.
Silver Baron: What's wrong?
Lacey: Nothing much. Just...wish I had a match this week. I feel so...motivated to whoop some ass.
Silver Baron: Hehe. Well you were always gung ho about that. That being said, I have to ask you something.
Lacey: What is it?
Silver Baron: Since you've been hanging around here alot, do you wish to become one of the Sin City Knights?
Lacey looked at the Silver Baron with a confused look on her face. It took her a minute before she sighed, pondering the proposal.
Lacey: I don't know. Right now, i just want to prove myself alone so...I can't say I want to right now. Maybe later, perhaps.
Silver Baron: Alright. That sounds fair enough.
Oblivion's laughter kept growing louder in the Silver Baron's mind. So much so it was starting to cause him pain again. Lacey saw this, and sighed.
Lacey: Don't keep things bottled up Vega. It's clearly affecting your mental health. In fact...why don't you share your thoughts. From what happened, to your opposition for this show.
The Silver Baron looked at Lacey, just for a moment. He smiled, knowing that she had a very good point. With that, he pointed towards the closet in the back of the room. Lacey went to it, and saw the camcorder out. She was just about to record, when she went behind the bar, and got a couple beers out, giving one to he Silver Baron.
Lacey: I hope this makes a difference.
Silver Baron: Don't count on it, but...everyone needs to know regardless.
Lacey nodded at the Silver Baron's response. She then got one of the chairs into a correct position, and sat on it, recording the Silver Baron as he still sat on the ground.
Silver Baron: One would think, that in my town, where history was made by my hand, that I would be in a good mood. Sadly for all my fans, that is far from the case.
The events of Raising Hell have left a mark on UWA. The children's hold over us is over, but they continue to fight. But the Knights, we got ourselves some gold, but three individuals, decided that they wanted to ruin our fun.
The truth is, they succeeded.
The Silver Baron sighed, rubbing his injured hand. Lacey gasped, not noticing the wrapped up hand before. However, the Silver Baron gave her a look that indicated her to not concern herself with it. He took a big gulp of his beer, before setting it down beside him.
Silver Baron: Kyle Travis and Sang Real. What was the purpose of their attack? Sang Real, I can understand, trying to prove that they deserved to be in that match instead of me and Protector. Sore losers to say the least. Fact is, the reason why you weren't in that match, was because you couldn't get the job done against the Corn Bread Mafia. You lost against them multiple times, so a different team had to step in to decide the tag titles, and we proved why we belong in the division.
But what you guys have done, was an act of war. A war, you have no chance of surviving. Because I personally, will see to it, that you will get pimp smacked around, like the couple of disobedient, attention seeking whores, that you fuckers are!
At least, that was before another attention seeking whore got involved, and you put your hands, on my merchandise. Now, the Silver Baron, is going to choke three bitches. And those three, are Connor Murphey, Gabriel Krown, and Kyle Travis. So make no mistake, you will recognize your folly.
Though if I must be truly honest, with what you did...putting you filthy paws on my women...I hate you for it! Even if you guys wanted to use their services, you're never going to be allowed, because you lost your chance, harming them to get to me. It worked. Unfortunately, for you, it worked.
Because now, I don't know if I can hold Oblivion back. Scratch that, I don't know if I WANT to hold Oblivion back. He feeds on my anger, my hate, and lately, he's been coming through more easily. If I see you, Oblivion will attack, because now, he's hungry, and he wants to feed on your blood, and agony.
Essentially speaking, you three egotistical men, just committed suicide!
The Silver Baron's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. His anger, his hatred, was knowing no limits, just at the thought of what those three did. Because of this, he began to rub his temples, trying to drown out Oblivion's laughter.
Silver Baron: Your time will end very soon. You three will pay for your sins. But you might avoid it for a while, as this week, it's not about you three. It's about SCK's opposition this week, and that, is of Bene Elohim.
Two fuckers, who chose willingly, to become Children of Nephilim. Yet where has that gotten you two? You've only had one match since you joined, and you lost it. A match which had you guys lose any hold over UWA, that you had before. It's back in the real owners hand now, and shit is about to go down majorly.
But yes. What has being part of Joshua's cult done for you. Absolutely nothing. You went from a side that was winning, to a side that has lost all power. How the fuck does it feel, knowing you chose the wrong side to play with?
You can talk about your 'religion' all you want. How you must carry out some will of another fucken higher power! Will that make any difference going up against the Protector and I? Fuck no.
Matter of fact, I want to know exactly how far gone you dolts are, to think that you have to sacrifice opponents to your gods and McBride. All I ever hear from you, is nothing more then the same gibberish, over and over. You want a real supernatural force? You might just get it on Mayhem!
So do me a favor, the both of you. Shut the fuck up!
Lacey: Ooh bit intense there.
Silver Baron: I know. But They need to be taught a lesson, that it's not some outside force that will make them successful. No amount of praying will ever get a victory over me, especially with the Protector on my side.
Point is that for to long, the wrong people were in control, and that has changed. Bene Elohim, why don't you take a long good look in the mirror, and discover why you're so short sighted. You want a sacrifice? You got it! Be ready to be sacrificed! Though this time, it will be more like an example, as to why SCK deserve what we earned, and that we will not be stopped.
Suddenly, the Silver Baron Began to twitch. He then smirked, as he slowly rose up, chugging down some more of his beer. He began to chuckle like mad.
Silver Baron: Then, whomever wins the number one contenders match, we'll remind them. One match will be simply dominance over the inferior. The other one, will be a blood orgy.
The Silver Baron twitched again, now reverting back to a more somber look.
Silver Baron: See you all at Mayhem. Expect that SCK will set an example from our opponents, and steal the show. On top of that, I will personally make good on my promise from Raising Hell, as Kyle Travis and Sang Real, have booked themselves on a one way express train, straight...to HELL!
He was both mad and completely freaked out. The events of Raising Hell kept playing through his mind. He and the Protector won the tag team championship, but before it could sink in, Sang Real and Kyle Travis decided to fuck them over. On top of that, they nearly hospitalized the girls.
It didn't help that Fraser Freeman had gone missing after he woke up from his brief coma.
But the worst part of the attack, is that is left his mind weakened. Oblivion had gotten through more now, with little warning. This is why the Silver Baron shut himself out from everyone, lest he let Oblivion near them.
The Silver Baron looked at the bottle of beer he just finished. He sighed, and was starting to throw it, when his arm seized up. He looked at the bottle as he brought it to eye level. Oblivion began to appear in the reflection.
Oblivion: Remind me to thank those three for loosening these locks. Feels good to have some freedom.
Silver Baron: I bet it does.
Oblivion: I'll make sure to tell them that when they're lowered into the ground. Or cremated. Or acid washed. Or any way that I might dispose of the bodies.
Silver Baron: And this, is why I keep you under lock and key.
Oblivion: Ah but now things are finally going my way Vega. Now I can do more of what I want.
Silver Baron: You won't for long. You've never been able to defeat me. I always have managed to keep you in your place.
Oblivion: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You really do make me laugh Vega. You see, maybe I let you win. See, you need me alot more then you think.
Silver Baron: How the fuck so?
Oblivion: Well for starters, my influence drives you more. And lets not forget that in the end, I am this body's insurance against...HIM!
Silver Baron: Ugh. Don't remind me.
Oblivion: To damn bad. Though I got to say, good on ya, from a couple weeks back.
Silver Baron: What do you mean?
Oblivion: Oh please. You know I watch over you, especially when things get nice and nasty. And it has been a while, since we've had the taste, of virgin pussy. So much so, I will get a round with her.
The Silver Baron gripped the bottle tightly, to the point that it broke under the pressure. Shards of the glass slashed his hand open a bit, but nothing to deep. Lots of blood did come out though, but it silenced Oblivion for the time being.
Silver Baron: Fuck!
The Silver baron got off the bar top, and went behind the bar, pulling out a first aid kit. He did what was needed, wrapping his hand up to stop the bleeding, and possible infection. He sighed, looking at the bar top glass, which Oblivion appeared again in.
Oblivion: Not getting rid of me that easily. Not like you really want to though.
Silver Baron: You're wrong! I'm sick of you. Taunting me, cursing me to this torment. Just leave me the fuck alone!
Oblivion: No can do Vega. Afterall, you are my vessel. And I kind of like this vessel. But above all of that, I know you're deepest, darkest desires. I tend to feed off of them. I know you want to brutalize those three to become personally acquainted with the term FUBAR. I am simply going to make sure that it happens. After that, well it's not like I have a definitive plan after that. Just more of the same.
Silver Baron: No. I will...I will find some way to get rid of you.
Oblivion: Listen to yourself Vega. You're sounding like you're in a fucken loop. I told you when we first truly met, after I made those five guys FUBAR, that you better get used to having me around.
The Silver Baron screamed out loud. He began to hit himself, using the pain to force Oblivion's presence out of him. But Oblivion kept laughing at the Silver Baron's misfortune. The Silver Baron began to laugh just like Oblivion though. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. With a wide smirk, he got up, and opened it, only to feel a sudden pain in his groin, as he was kicked there. As he crumbled in pain, the Silver Baron looked up to see that it was Lacey, who had kicked him.
Silver Baron:....Thanks.
Lacey: No problem. Could hear the screams. Plus, Nicole sent for me, knowing I was around.
Lacey then began to help the Silver Baron up, and back into his office. She sighed, seeing the mess. He sat down, on the ground, as a couple of tears fell, mostly due to the pain.
Lacey: You're other half bothering you much?
Silver Baron: That obvious, huh?
Lacey: It certainly would explain things. You've been worrying everyone all week. Even me Vega.
Silver Baron: I know. It's just...I don't trust myself around anyone right now.
Lacey: Well...all things considered, I don't blame you for losing your mind. But I've told you plenty of times. Get the fuck over it!
Silver Baron: I'm trying Lace! You try living with a psychopath in your head.
Lacey: I'll pass. My family's bad enough, and you know it.
Silver Baron: Sadly.
Lacey smiled, before she sighed. The Silver Baron picked up on that, and looked at her. Oblivion was still laughing in the Silver Baron's head, but he was doing what he could to ignore it for the time being.
Silver Baron: What's wrong?
Lacey: Nothing much. Just...wish I had a match this week. I feel so...motivated to whoop some ass.
Silver Baron: Hehe. Well you were always gung ho about that. That being said, I have to ask you something.
Lacey: What is it?
Silver Baron: Since you've been hanging around here alot, do you wish to become one of the Sin City Knights?
Lacey looked at the Silver Baron with a confused look on her face. It took her a minute before she sighed, pondering the proposal.
Lacey: I don't know. Right now, i just want to prove myself alone so...I can't say I want to right now. Maybe later, perhaps.
Silver Baron: Alright. That sounds fair enough.
Oblivion's laughter kept growing louder in the Silver Baron's mind. So much so it was starting to cause him pain again. Lacey saw this, and sighed.
Lacey: Don't keep things bottled up Vega. It's clearly affecting your mental health. In fact...why don't you share your thoughts. From what happened, to your opposition for this show.
The Silver Baron looked at Lacey, just for a moment. He smiled, knowing that she had a very good point. With that, he pointed towards the closet in the back of the room. Lacey went to it, and saw the camcorder out. She was just about to record, when she went behind the bar, and got a couple beers out, giving one to he Silver Baron.
Lacey: I hope this makes a difference.
Silver Baron: Don't count on it, but...everyone needs to know regardless.
Lacey nodded at the Silver Baron's response. She then got one of the chairs into a correct position, and sat on it, recording the Silver Baron as he still sat on the ground.
Silver Baron: One would think, that in my town, where history was made by my hand, that I would be in a good mood. Sadly for all my fans, that is far from the case.
The events of Raising Hell have left a mark on UWA. The children's hold over us is over, but they continue to fight. But the Knights, we got ourselves some gold, but three individuals, decided that they wanted to ruin our fun.
The truth is, they succeeded.
The Silver Baron sighed, rubbing his injured hand. Lacey gasped, not noticing the wrapped up hand before. However, the Silver Baron gave her a look that indicated her to not concern herself with it. He took a big gulp of his beer, before setting it down beside him.
Silver Baron: Kyle Travis and Sang Real. What was the purpose of their attack? Sang Real, I can understand, trying to prove that they deserved to be in that match instead of me and Protector. Sore losers to say the least. Fact is, the reason why you weren't in that match, was because you couldn't get the job done against the Corn Bread Mafia. You lost against them multiple times, so a different team had to step in to decide the tag titles, and we proved why we belong in the division.
But what you guys have done, was an act of war. A war, you have no chance of surviving. Because I personally, will see to it, that you will get pimp smacked around, like the couple of disobedient, attention seeking whores, that you fuckers are!
At least, that was before another attention seeking whore got involved, and you put your hands, on my merchandise. Now, the Silver Baron, is going to choke three bitches. And those three, are Connor Murphey, Gabriel Krown, and Kyle Travis. So make no mistake, you will recognize your folly.
Though if I must be truly honest, with what you did...putting you filthy paws on my women...I hate you for it! Even if you guys wanted to use their services, you're never going to be allowed, because you lost your chance, harming them to get to me. It worked. Unfortunately, for you, it worked.
Because now, I don't know if I can hold Oblivion back. Scratch that, I don't know if I WANT to hold Oblivion back. He feeds on my anger, my hate, and lately, he's been coming through more easily. If I see you, Oblivion will attack, because now, he's hungry, and he wants to feed on your blood, and agony.
Essentially speaking, you three egotistical men, just committed suicide!
The Silver Baron's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. His anger, his hatred, was knowing no limits, just at the thought of what those three did. Because of this, he began to rub his temples, trying to drown out Oblivion's laughter.
Silver Baron: Your time will end very soon. You three will pay for your sins. But you might avoid it for a while, as this week, it's not about you three. It's about SCK's opposition this week, and that, is of Bene Elohim.
Two fuckers, who chose willingly, to become Children of Nephilim. Yet where has that gotten you two? You've only had one match since you joined, and you lost it. A match which had you guys lose any hold over UWA, that you had before. It's back in the real owners hand now, and shit is about to go down majorly.
But yes. What has being part of Joshua's cult done for you. Absolutely nothing. You went from a side that was winning, to a side that has lost all power. How the fuck does it feel, knowing you chose the wrong side to play with?
You can talk about your 'religion' all you want. How you must carry out some will of another fucken higher power! Will that make any difference going up against the Protector and I? Fuck no.
Matter of fact, I want to know exactly how far gone you dolts are, to think that you have to sacrifice opponents to your gods and McBride. All I ever hear from you, is nothing more then the same gibberish, over and over. You want a real supernatural force? You might just get it on Mayhem!
So do me a favor, the both of you. Shut the fuck up!
Lacey: Ooh bit intense there.
Silver Baron: I know. But They need to be taught a lesson, that it's not some outside force that will make them successful. No amount of praying will ever get a victory over me, especially with the Protector on my side.
Point is that for to long, the wrong people were in control, and that has changed. Bene Elohim, why don't you take a long good look in the mirror, and discover why you're so short sighted. You want a sacrifice? You got it! Be ready to be sacrificed! Though this time, it will be more like an example, as to why SCK deserve what we earned, and that we will not be stopped.
Suddenly, the Silver Baron Began to twitch. He then smirked, as he slowly rose up, chugging down some more of his beer. He began to chuckle like mad.
Silver Baron: Then, whomever wins the number one contenders match, we'll remind them. One match will be simply dominance over the inferior. The other one, will be a blood orgy.
The Silver Baron twitched again, now reverting back to a more somber look.
Silver Baron: See you all at Mayhem. Expect that SCK will set an example from our opponents, and steal the show. On top of that, I will personally make good on my promise from Raising Hell, as Kyle Travis and Sang Real, have booked themselves on a one way express train, straight...to HELL!
