Post by silverbaron on Oct 23, 2014 0:26:37 GMT -6
The Silver Baron looked down at the main floor of the Pleasure Dome from his office. The main floor didn't look used much, and a few of the tables were being brought together. That was for a meeting with his staff that he had set up for later.
However, his appointment for today had just entered into his club. He smirked, as he saw his security detail basically telling Stalker Knight no funny business. However what the Silver Baron saw next is what surprised him.
He expected to see Stalker's stablemates with him. They weren't with him this time. Instead, a rather attractive woman was with Stalker. One woman, that the Silver Baron was very surprised to see, and somebody he knew very well.
He then heard the door opening, and saw Nicole come in. He saw her approach him through the window's reflection.
Nicole: You're appointment is here.
The Silver Baron smirked. He could tell that Nicole wasn't just saying those words, but rather, spewing them out in disgust. Not that he could blame her.
Nicole: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Silver Baron: I never said it was. I'm only interested in what he has to say.
Nicole: It better be good. And what is he trying to do? Make a peace offering by bringing in that hottie.
Silver Baron: I can assure you, that's not the case.
Nicole: Why not? I'd fuck her.
Silver Baron: I wouldn't though.
Nicole: Why not? You're really surprising me right now boss. Usually you're the first to make a compliment towards a woman that gorgeous, nevermind hitting on that ass!
Silver Baron: I appreciate that you think she's gorgeous, but I will not do those things with her. If you must know...that gorgeous woman that's walking with Stalker, and I'm sure he knows this for some reason...That's my mother.
That little bit of information stunned Nicole, which caused her to nervously laugh.
Nicole: Oh shit. I am so sorry boss.
Silver Baron: You didn't know, so there's nothing to apologize for.
Nicole: True. Anyways, should I wait around?
Silver Baron: Don't bother. This hopefully shouldn't take to long.
Nicole nodded, and turned towards the door. She opened it, and sighed, as Stalker and the Silver Baron's Mother had just arrived at the door. They both moved past Nicole, as The Silver Baron saw them come in through the window's reflection.
Stalker: Quite alot of hostility around here eh?
Silver Baron: Don't act like it isn't warranted. And why the fuck did you bring my mother here?
Stalker: Heh. Well it has alot of what to do with our conversation is about. Matter of fact, she was the one to convince me to meet with you. Isn't that right Marlena?
Marlena: Yes.
Silver Baron: Fuck! Well, since we're all here, we might as well get right to why.
Marlena: Staff meeting or something son?
Silver Baron: Yes mother. There is a fucken staff meeting going on soon.
Stalker: See why I wanted to whoop this boys ass Marelna. He's a real disrespectful shit.
Marlena: You're not the nicest person either.
Stalker: Never claimed I was.
The Silver Baron looked at the two. His disgust was quite evident. Almost to the point where he could feel Oblivion starting to pry at his conscious.
Silver Baron: So it seems you two do know each other, and it looks rather...quite familiar almost.
Stalker: Indeed. Especially since I've known Marlena far longer then you've been alive.
The Silver Baron turned around and glared at Stalker, who could only chuckle at how easy it was for him to rile up the Silver Baron. The Baron then suddenly had a thought that nearly made him sick, but he didn't let it show.
He rubbed his temples, sensing that whatever had to be said was best if they sat down. He got into his chair, as both Stalker and Marlena both got into a chair each., sitting across from the Silver Baron at his desk.
Marlena: Vega, honey, are you alright?
Silver Baron: I'm not mom. With everything that's been going on, it's taking every single bit of willpower, to not allow that fucken bastard take over, and send Stalker here through this desk!
Stalker: I got no doubt your boy would do it Marlena.
Marlena: No argument.
Stalker: Well now I hope you understand why I felt it was needed to bring you along.
Marlena: Never doubted that.
Stalker: But so as to not waste any more of your son's time, let's just get to it.
Silver Baron: Ugh. Finally.
Marlena sighed, and nodded. She needed to say something to her son, in regards to what the meeting was about.
Marlena: Vega. Do you remember, after that...Incident that you had suddenly blacked out? How it felt like somebody kicked out out and began to use your body to kill?
Silver Baron: Fuck. Mom, you know the events of that incident. You were part of the incident! You know that I wont ever forget about them. Hell, it's kind of hard to forget that you didn't have a non believing attitude about it. It was more like, you were scared of something else.
Marlena: It's because I was Vega! I was scared at what you likely would have become, and not due to because you wanted to, but because of this fucken clan curse!
Silver Baron: Clan curse? You never told me about some fucken 'Clan Curse' before.
Stalker: Not that I blame her. A history of mental disorders is not fun.
Silver Baron: Goddammit! And how the fuck do you know about it as well?!
Stalker: It's no coincidence that we share the last name. Contrary to what the both of us thought before, it's no coincidence. Truth of the matter is Vega, we're blood relatives.
That information shocked the Silver Baron. He then clutched his head in agony, feeling Oblivion laughing full on now. But Marlena got up, grabbed the Silver Baron, and smacked him across the face. That got his attention, as he gave her a some what deranged look, clearly mad. But Marlena would not let her son get consumed by his madness, and gave him a motherly embrace. He would reciprocate it, letting a lone tear fall.
Silver Baron: Why? Why now? Why tell me now?
Marlena: You had to know eventually. Only reason I didn't tell was because of not so great history between that part of my life, and thought I'd never see it again.
Stalker: Well you have Marl. But don't act like you're mad. I forgave you for what happened.
Silver Baron: Okay, what...exactly happened? The only thing I remember what you said about your past is that when you were pregnant with Tyler, grandfather kicked you out.
Marlena: That's true. When I was pregnant with your older brother, I was kicked out. My little brothers certainly wondered where their big sister went.
Stalker: And I'm glad to find out she's done well for herself. Raised quite a fighter as well.
Silver Baron: Wait...does....oh fuck!
The Silver Baron sat back down, now shocked. Stalker smirked at the Silver Baron, before looking him right in the eye.
Stalker: Yes indeed, nephew. I am your uncle. I have also forgiven you for your words when you first came to UWA, because you didn't know. I have always been protective of my family, especially my daughter.
Silver Baron: Don't expect me to fucken forgive you though!
Stalker: For Nicole? Jeez, you do have a big heart, if you do care about your employees that much. Or are the rumors true, that she's closer then that?
Silver Baron: No. She's a friend.
Stalker: Riiiight. Now, I'm not going to seek forgiveness, because let's face it, that was an extreme action. But like it or not, we're family. This curse of mental instability, it's a dark part of who we are. From schitzophrenia, to MPD, the Knight clan tends to be easy prey to mental instability. You do not need to fight this alone. Clearly, your employees care enough to go against your other half. So here's how I'm 'laying the money down'. Regardless of whether or not you want it, my brothers, your other uncles and I, have your back. And in the lumberjack match against Ragnarok, we'll make sure that if they try anything funny, they won't be walking ever again.
The Silver Baron looked Stalker right in the eyes. He saw that his once former enemy, now revealed uncle, spoke nothing but true words. The Silver Baron nodded.
Silver Baron: I...appreciate the gesture. Though to be fair, I never planned on letting them walk after the match.
Marlena: I'm sorry to suddenly bring this upon you now Vega, but I felt it was best that you found out through us.
Silver Baron: Well...for that I can understand. Does it explain things? In an odd sense, it does. The pieces of the puzzle seem to be more clear to where they fit. The question is now, has anyone else in our clan, overcome this curse.
Stalker: Sadly Vega, not as far as we know. However, that doesn't mean it should be impossible.
Silver Baron: Good. Like I said though before, the past actions can't be forgiven so easily. But seeing as you were trying to be a better person than from before, I can at least see that you're genuine. Just remember this, uncle.
Stalker: Oh. And what is it that I should remember?
Silver Baron: The one thing you should remember, is don't ever fuck with the Silver Baron, or the rest of the Sin City Knights. You know that all to well, and I can guarantee you this, Ragnarok will know this as cardinal law.
Stalker: You have a point. Matter of fact I got a good one for you. The next time I want to face you across the ring from me, is when we fight, for the heavyweight title. Whether or not that happens, whenever we're in the ring next, just know this. No bullshit, just competition.
Silver Baron: I...think I can live with that.
Marlena: This is good. But son...If I wasn't here, would you have lashed out? Actually know what, that's rhetorical.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Anyways, I have another meeting to attend. It's the staff meeting. You're more then welcome to stay around if you want.
Stalker: I'm in no rush right now.
The Silver Baron sighed, and nodded. This new information about his bloodline clearly was weighing on him. As he walked towards the door, his movement was lethargic, a clear indication of him trying t wrap his head around everything. He was even using his pimp cane for actual support.
After a couple minutes, he made it downstairs. The rest of his staff began to gather. The Silver Baron fixed himself a glass of scotch and drank it down in one go, before he took his seat, at the head of the tables assembled, with Craven and Quentin joining him.
Silver Baron: As you all are aware, I've had you girls moved to a couple of safe houses in the last few days. I'm sure you're all wondering why, and likely thinking, you don't need to be 'babysat' like this. Well truth is, with everything that's been going on, and not just Ragnarok, but other patrons and outside stuff, your safety is at risk, and I don't want to see any harm come to you girls.
Some of the girls looked at each other, and whispered some things. The Silver Baron allowed this to happen for a minute, before he continued.
Silver Baron: Now I get that this s a dangerous job regardless. You all know the risks. However, wit what almost happened with Jade a couple weeks back, and what did happen with Brittany before, I don't want that to happen. Hell, with Brittany, her incident was an attempt to get to me...no...ALL of us. As long as I have something to say about it, that's not going to happen again. So for a while, the safe houses are your homes. Use it to deepen the bonds you share with one another. Also, for those who do work outside of here, you can continue to do so, but you will be having security escorting you at all times.
The Silver Baron looked at his employees, and alot of them were giving him looks of disdain. He smirked, expecting that.
Silver Baron: I know that alot of you don't like it. Well that's just to damn fucken bad. Pardon me for being a good fucken boss! Pardon me, for looking out for your safety! Now, if any of you can't accept it, I can always go and and find the scummiest, most abusive street pimps in Vegas, and sell you to them, where no doubt, you'll be beaten, drugged up involuntarily, and likely killed. I'm sure that non of you want that.
The girls all looked at him with fear. Once again, the Silver Baron smirked, as he knew he had gotten his message across, and that they all agreed with him.
Silver Baron: Judging by your lack of outbursts, you all agree with me. Wise choice. That being said, the next thing to do is get this place ready for later.
Everyone got up, and some began to move the tables back into proper place. The Silver Baron sighed, as he turned around, and began to walk towards the stairs, even walking past Stalker and Marlena. He would walk up them, but not to reach his office, but to head to the roof.
Once he was outside, he walked to the nearest railing, and pulled out a cigarette, and lit it up. He also heard some footsteps approaching, so he turned around, and saw Quentin was outside with him.
Silver Baron: I'd offer you one, but I know you don't smoke.
Quentin: Yup. Though I appreciate the thought.
Silver Baron: Really? I always took you for the type that got offended if asked.
Quentin: Naw. Can't be bothered being offended over something like that.
Silver Baron: True. So, what brings you up here?
Quentin: Well, a couple things. One, with all that has gone on, and with Stalker being in the Pleasure Dome, I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to relapse on us.
Silver Baron: Heh. Now that, I appreciate. I almost did lose my mind again. But...I'm in control. Oblivion won't be appearing anytime soon if I can help it. Even if I get ideas from him for what Ragnarok deserves.
Quentin: Hmmm. Well I can't say they don't deserve it, but are they really worth the effort?
Silver Baron: I feel as if they are.
Quentin: Maybe. I just hope we can find Freeman soon.
Silver Baron: So do I. He's a generally good person, but him skipping town the way he did...that's part of the reason I lost my cool like I did. He better show up soon for his sake, otherwise he's going to find himself out of a job.
Quentin: What? You'd fire him?
Silver Baron: Yes. He's wasted our time, and resources. I can only wait for a few more weeks, then he's gone, and not allowed near the club, or the girls. I'm sorry, I know he's your mentor, but he's proven to be a bit of a liability.
Quentin: Are you sure though boss?
Silver Baron: I am.
Quentin sighed. The Silver Baron had made up his mind about that issue, so there was no point in trying to continue asking about it.
Quentin: By the way, what was so important that Stalker had to come here?
Silver Baron: Oh nothing much, just that I found out he's my uncle.
The Silver Baron turned towards Quentin, to see his reaction. Quentin did look a bit surprised, but still remained very calm, as he usually is.
Quentin: Seriously? Wow. That's...quite interesting.
Silver Baron: Yeah tell me about it.
Quentin: Well, I hope it helps with something. Anyways, don't you have any thoughts about our upcoming match against Ragnarok?
Silver Baron: You have no idea. In fact...
The Silver Baron pulls out his cell phone, and pressed on the screen a couple times, before handing it to Quentin. Quentin smirked, getting an idea about what the Silver Baron wanted to do.
Quentin: You ready?
Silver Baron: Always.
Once Quentin saw the program that was up, he pressed the record button, and pointed the camera part at the Silver Baron, while giving him a hand signal to begin.
Silver Baron: With what's been going on recently in UWA, at least on SCK's part, it should be no surprised that a war is going down. Three immature, greedy, evil brats, decided to get involved in my business, and cause damage to my merchandise on more then one occasion. As you all know, those brats are Kyle Travis, Connor Murphy, and Gabriel Krown. Ragnarok.
What those three did, they did out of envy and spite. They did more then just go after a couple of my girls. They have made me take drastic measures, to ensure that nothing else happens. I know they aren't the only ones who will try to use my girls to get to me, which is why those security measures will stick.
This...raw, unrefined hatred that I myself have for them, it's easily overwhelming. Not to mention that both Craven and Sharpe want to see them humiliated as well, it's not good being them. Fearless is anything but what this show could be called. More like bloodbath, or war bound. Because that's how I feel this match is going to be.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigarette, quickly exhaling the smoke. He looked at the streets of Las Vegas, deep in thought.
Silver Baron: But why did they go after us? It's simple. They're envious of us. Envious of a working, interesting, and passionate group of individuals, who have found success. They have even outright said, they resent us for that. Well that's fucken great and all, but what about them? Unlike Ragnarok, we had to earn our success.
We had to earn it, because everyone thought we wouldn't be around long. We proved them wrong, and despite not having a long reign as tag team champions, we earned our spot. Because as a stable, we had earned it.
But what about them? Sang Real, you had multiple shots against Corn Bread Mafia, and rumors were going around that in the last match involving you two teams had, it was supposed to be for the tag titles, but something happened, which caused a delay. But even so, you failed to succeed then, and you know what, you even had a fucken shot at getting a tag title match with us. What the fuck did you guys do? You blew it.
Yet you still kept whining and bitching about how management kept screwing you over, or other shit. Well I'm sorry, but you guys seriously need to grow the fuck up, and actually fight, and not flap your fucken gums. You might actually find success if you learned how to accept defeat, pick yourself up, and try again.
Quentin began to back away, seeing that the Silver Baron was starting to shake in fury. Themore and more he went on with this, it was clear his anger was getting the best of him.
Silver Baron: Of course, then there is Kyle Travis, quite possibly the biggest fucken brat of Rangarok. Well Kyle, pretty much everyone else in UWA is better then you. Yet you have the fucken audacity, to call yourself a fucken Canadian legend. You talk about your past, and how you're greatness personified!
I know I talk a big game, but I jeez, you talk so much fucken shit, you can actually see the shit ejecting from your mouth! At least when I talk about my grandeur, I can, and will back it the fuck up! I am sick and tired of you talking about your 'past greatness' when clearly, it can't translate into current greatness, making you look like one of the biggest has-beens I've ever seen.
Hell I have an extremely hard time believing any fucken word you say Travis. A piece of shit like you doesn't deserve to call himself a legend.
What really annoys me about you Kyle Travis, is that every time you opens his mouth, it's the same damn thing. Not just the bullcrap about being a legend, a king, and whatever else you believes you are, but the fact that you feel you've never been given a chance in UWA. Ummmm....what the fuck is your problem Kyle? How fucken selective is your memory?
HOW many singles championship shots have you had? Two. One for the North American Title, and one for the World Title. That's two more then me for the singles championships. Hell, you were the first North American Champion and as sad as it is, nobody can take that away from you. Then you would get a world title shot, and really, it was of no surprise you failed. Yet you truly, madly, deeply believe that UWA has been doing every fucken thing to screw you over? You were given shots because they believed you could be that fucken legend, yet you've proven to be nothing more, then a fucken JOKE!
The Silver Baron took one last drag of his cigarette, in an attempt to calm himself down. It didn't do much, as he crumpled it up while it was still lit, which barely phased him at all.
Silver Baron: For the last month, I have been asking myself, why did he suddenly target SCK? Why did he form Ragnarok? First, it was obvious because you were being brats who wanted something they couldn't have, nor deserved. But then I thought, why would Kyle Travis, the most annoying asshole in the UWA, want to join forces with two other equally annoying cocksuckers? Well, other then the fact that they could get along over that fact. Then it hit me. Kyle, while you were the North American champion, you suffered a loss. You suffered, a very potent, very powerful loss, that exposed all that I've said about you, all that Craven has said about you, and all that everyone else, has said about you. You're a fucken hack, and you fucken know it!
But who was that person that delivered you that important loss? It was me! Yes it was during a time when Oblivion had a fairly big influence on me, but regardless, I exposed you for the hack you are. That's where your resentment comes in to play.
Well you know what, you can hate me for that all you want. What difference will it make against me now? It won't make any fucken difference, because your constant need to force yourself into relevancy has put you in this warrior pimp's crosshairs, along with two other relentless individuals.
But you also did something else recently. One thing that has pretty much sealed your fate! You and your cock buddies went and attacked an innocent bystander. You attacked Stephanie Miller, for fuck knows what reason. Yet, you were warned by the boss that if you attacked anyone, especially Stephanie, You'd be kicked out of the match, leaving Connor and Gabriel to the slaughter! To me, you took the cowards way out, because you know deep down, inside that tiny, might as well be dead muscle, that is your heart, you knew that you had pissed off the wrong group of people, and knew you'd face your end.
That has further exposed you for what you are. A cowardly, shit talking, HACK! Just the same as Connor and Gabriel, especially since they helped you in attacking both Brittany and Stephanie. Speaking of Brittany, she's recovering, and you really need to pay attention to names, because I don't have a fucken Brenda working for me.
But here's the thing about all that. I don't want you ejected from this match. I don't want you away from it, because you are the source of my current rage. The current trigger, to my bloodline curse. Yes, I was born with a curse that's in my family, that makes us prone to mental illness. Mine just so happened to be MPD.
But regardless of that, You can't run from me. You can't run from the Knights. Why? Because we're facing off in a lumberjack match, and those men want to see you get hurt, whether by us, or them. In this instance, they are more like wolves, waiting for their meal, but will let the alphas have the main meal. You three are that meal.
So Kyle, was it really a wise idea to abandon your buddies to the wolves?Because that's what it seems like. So this next little 'message' is for Connor and Gabriel. You might think it's fun to roll with Kyle Travis, doing random, and brutal attacks. But clearly, he's afraid, and manipulated you two into doing stuff, so he could abandon you, while making it look like he hasn't.
Yet Kyle, you also accuse me of using people? Well along with everything else you've done, you've officially added another reason why I hate you, because you're a fucken hypocrite, and those people, are truly the worst of the worst.
So here's how this pimp is laying the money down. For those that don't know, it's another way of saying on how things are, or going to be. You Kyle Travis, WON'T, be ejected from this match. If I have to, I'll beg the boss to keep you in the match. Because in the end, you will suffer especially the worst. Come hell or high water, I am going to to make sure, that you do not leave the pay per view, of your own will. That goes for all three of you.
Come Fearless, three bitches get fucked! Not in any way they want to be either. After that, it will hopefully be the last time we deal with Ragnarok. Because I swear guys, if you three so much as look at me, or any member of SCK, present or future, or even my merchandise...We will end you on the spot. Either way, the Sin City Knights, are Ragnarok's judges juries, and executioners, and it's time for Ragnarok to face their sentencing!
The Silver Baron was fully glaring at Quentin, adding extra effect, towards his warning. He smirked, and chuckled for a couple seconds, as he was truly looking forward to what he was going to do at Fearless, even if it seems like Oblivion is influencing his current pattern of thoughts.
However, his appointment for today had just entered into his club. He smirked, as he saw his security detail basically telling Stalker Knight no funny business. However what the Silver Baron saw next is what surprised him.
He expected to see Stalker's stablemates with him. They weren't with him this time. Instead, a rather attractive woman was with Stalker. One woman, that the Silver Baron was very surprised to see, and somebody he knew very well.
He then heard the door opening, and saw Nicole come in. He saw her approach him through the window's reflection.
Nicole: You're appointment is here.
The Silver Baron smirked. He could tell that Nicole wasn't just saying those words, but rather, spewing them out in disgust. Not that he could blame her.
Nicole: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Silver Baron: I never said it was. I'm only interested in what he has to say.
Nicole: It better be good. And what is he trying to do? Make a peace offering by bringing in that hottie.
Silver Baron: I can assure you, that's not the case.
Nicole: Why not? I'd fuck her.
Silver Baron: I wouldn't though.
Nicole: Why not? You're really surprising me right now boss. Usually you're the first to make a compliment towards a woman that gorgeous, nevermind hitting on that ass!
Silver Baron: I appreciate that you think she's gorgeous, but I will not do those things with her. If you must know...that gorgeous woman that's walking with Stalker, and I'm sure he knows this for some reason...That's my mother.
That little bit of information stunned Nicole, which caused her to nervously laugh.
Nicole: Oh shit. I am so sorry boss.
Silver Baron: You didn't know, so there's nothing to apologize for.
Nicole: True. Anyways, should I wait around?
Silver Baron: Don't bother. This hopefully shouldn't take to long.
Nicole nodded, and turned towards the door. She opened it, and sighed, as Stalker and the Silver Baron's Mother had just arrived at the door. They both moved past Nicole, as The Silver Baron saw them come in through the window's reflection.
Stalker: Quite alot of hostility around here eh?
Silver Baron: Don't act like it isn't warranted. And why the fuck did you bring my mother here?
Stalker: Heh. Well it has alot of what to do with our conversation is about. Matter of fact, she was the one to convince me to meet with you. Isn't that right Marlena?
Marlena: Yes.
Silver Baron: Fuck! Well, since we're all here, we might as well get right to why.
Marlena: Staff meeting or something son?
Silver Baron: Yes mother. There is a fucken staff meeting going on soon.
Stalker: See why I wanted to whoop this boys ass Marelna. He's a real disrespectful shit.
Marlena: You're not the nicest person either.
Stalker: Never claimed I was.
The Silver Baron looked at the two. His disgust was quite evident. Almost to the point where he could feel Oblivion starting to pry at his conscious.
Silver Baron: So it seems you two do know each other, and it looks rather...quite familiar almost.
Stalker: Indeed. Especially since I've known Marlena far longer then you've been alive.
The Silver Baron turned around and glared at Stalker, who could only chuckle at how easy it was for him to rile up the Silver Baron. The Baron then suddenly had a thought that nearly made him sick, but he didn't let it show.
He rubbed his temples, sensing that whatever had to be said was best if they sat down. He got into his chair, as both Stalker and Marlena both got into a chair each., sitting across from the Silver Baron at his desk.
Marlena: Vega, honey, are you alright?
Silver Baron: I'm not mom. With everything that's been going on, it's taking every single bit of willpower, to not allow that fucken bastard take over, and send Stalker here through this desk!
Stalker: I got no doubt your boy would do it Marlena.
Marlena: No argument.
Stalker: Well now I hope you understand why I felt it was needed to bring you along.
Marlena: Never doubted that.
Stalker: But so as to not waste any more of your son's time, let's just get to it.
Silver Baron: Ugh. Finally.
Marlena sighed, and nodded. She needed to say something to her son, in regards to what the meeting was about.
Marlena: Vega. Do you remember, after that...Incident that you had suddenly blacked out? How it felt like somebody kicked out out and began to use your body to kill?
Silver Baron: Fuck. Mom, you know the events of that incident. You were part of the incident! You know that I wont ever forget about them. Hell, it's kind of hard to forget that you didn't have a non believing attitude about it. It was more like, you were scared of something else.
Marlena: It's because I was Vega! I was scared at what you likely would have become, and not due to because you wanted to, but because of this fucken clan curse!
Silver Baron: Clan curse? You never told me about some fucken 'Clan Curse' before.
Stalker: Not that I blame her. A history of mental disorders is not fun.
Silver Baron: Goddammit! And how the fuck do you know about it as well?!
Stalker: It's no coincidence that we share the last name. Contrary to what the both of us thought before, it's no coincidence. Truth of the matter is Vega, we're blood relatives.
That information shocked the Silver Baron. He then clutched his head in agony, feeling Oblivion laughing full on now. But Marlena got up, grabbed the Silver Baron, and smacked him across the face. That got his attention, as he gave her a some what deranged look, clearly mad. But Marlena would not let her son get consumed by his madness, and gave him a motherly embrace. He would reciprocate it, letting a lone tear fall.
Silver Baron: Why? Why now? Why tell me now?
Marlena: You had to know eventually. Only reason I didn't tell was because of not so great history between that part of my life, and thought I'd never see it again.
Stalker: Well you have Marl. But don't act like you're mad. I forgave you for what happened.
Silver Baron: Okay, what...exactly happened? The only thing I remember what you said about your past is that when you were pregnant with Tyler, grandfather kicked you out.
Marlena: That's true. When I was pregnant with your older brother, I was kicked out. My little brothers certainly wondered where their big sister went.
Stalker: And I'm glad to find out she's done well for herself. Raised quite a fighter as well.
Silver Baron: Wait...does....oh fuck!
The Silver Baron sat back down, now shocked. Stalker smirked at the Silver Baron, before looking him right in the eye.
Stalker: Yes indeed, nephew. I am your uncle. I have also forgiven you for your words when you first came to UWA, because you didn't know. I have always been protective of my family, especially my daughter.
Silver Baron: Don't expect me to fucken forgive you though!
Stalker: For Nicole? Jeez, you do have a big heart, if you do care about your employees that much. Or are the rumors true, that she's closer then that?
Silver Baron: No. She's a friend.
Stalker: Riiiight. Now, I'm not going to seek forgiveness, because let's face it, that was an extreme action. But like it or not, we're family. This curse of mental instability, it's a dark part of who we are. From schitzophrenia, to MPD, the Knight clan tends to be easy prey to mental instability. You do not need to fight this alone. Clearly, your employees care enough to go against your other half. So here's how I'm 'laying the money down'. Regardless of whether or not you want it, my brothers, your other uncles and I, have your back. And in the lumberjack match against Ragnarok, we'll make sure that if they try anything funny, they won't be walking ever again.
The Silver Baron looked Stalker right in the eyes. He saw that his once former enemy, now revealed uncle, spoke nothing but true words. The Silver Baron nodded.
Silver Baron: I...appreciate the gesture. Though to be fair, I never planned on letting them walk after the match.
Marlena: I'm sorry to suddenly bring this upon you now Vega, but I felt it was best that you found out through us.
Silver Baron: Well...for that I can understand. Does it explain things? In an odd sense, it does. The pieces of the puzzle seem to be more clear to where they fit. The question is now, has anyone else in our clan, overcome this curse.
Stalker: Sadly Vega, not as far as we know. However, that doesn't mean it should be impossible.
Silver Baron: Good. Like I said though before, the past actions can't be forgiven so easily. But seeing as you were trying to be a better person than from before, I can at least see that you're genuine. Just remember this, uncle.
Stalker: Oh. And what is it that I should remember?
Silver Baron: The one thing you should remember, is don't ever fuck with the Silver Baron, or the rest of the Sin City Knights. You know that all to well, and I can guarantee you this, Ragnarok will know this as cardinal law.
Stalker: You have a point. Matter of fact I got a good one for you. The next time I want to face you across the ring from me, is when we fight, for the heavyweight title. Whether or not that happens, whenever we're in the ring next, just know this. No bullshit, just competition.
Silver Baron: I...think I can live with that.
Marlena: This is good. But son...If I wasn't here, would you have lashed out? Actually know what, that's rhetorical.
Silver Baron: Yeah. Anyways, I have another meeting to attend. It's the staff meeting. You're more then welcome to stay around if you want.
Stalker: I'm in no rush right now.
The Silver Baron sighed, and nodded. This new information about his bloodline clearly was weighing on him. As he walked towards the door, his movement was lethargic, a clear indication of him trying t wrap his head around everything. He was even using his pimp cane for actual support.
After a couple minutes, he made it downstairs. The rest of his staff began to gather. The Silver Baron fixed himself a glass of scotch and drank it down in one go, before he took his seat, at the head of the tables assembled, with Craven and Quentin joining him.
Silver Baron: As you all are aware, I've had you girls moved to a couple of safe houses in the last few days. I'm sure you're all wondering why, and likely thinking, you don't need to be 'babysat' like this. Well truth is, with everything that's been going on, and not just Ragnarok, but other patrons and outside stuff, your safety is at risk, and I don't want to see any harm come to you girls.
Some of the girls looked at each other, and whispered some things. The Silver Baron allowed this to happen for a minute, before he continued.
Silver Baron: Now I get that this s a dangerous job regardless. You all know the risks. However, wit what almost happened with Jade a couple weeks back, and what did happen with Brittany before, I don't want that to happen. Hell, with Brittany, her incident was an attempt to get to me...no...ALL of us. As long as I have something to say about it, that's not going to happen again. So for a while, the safe houses are your homes. Use it to deepen the bonds you share with one another. Also, for those who do work outside of here, you can continue to do so, but you will be having security escorting you at all times.
The Silver Baron looked at his employees, and alot of them were giving him looks of disdain. He smirked, expecting that.
Silver Baron: I know that alot of you don't like it. Well that's just to damn fucken bad. Pardon me for being a good fucken boss! Pardon me, for looking out for your safety! Now, if any of you can't accept it, I can always go and and find the scummiest, most abusive street pimps in Vegas, and sell you to them, where no doubt, you'll be beaten, drugged up involuntarily, and likely killed. I'm sure that non of you want that.
The girls all looked at him with fear. Once again, the Silver Baron smirked, as he knew he had gotten his message across, and that they all agreed with him.
Silver Baron: Judging by your lack of outbursts, you all agree with me. Wise choice. That being said, the next thing to do is get this place ready for later.
Everyone got up, and some began to move the tables back into proper place. The Silver Baron sighed, as he turned around, and began to walk towards the stairs, even walking past Stalker and Marlena. He would walk up them, but not to reach his office, but to head to the roof.
Once he was outside, he walked to the nearest railing, and pulled out a cigarette, and lit it up. He also heard some footsteps approaching, so he turned around, and saw Quentin was outside with him.
Silver Baron: I'd offer you one, but I know you don't smoke.
Quentin: Yup. Though I appreciate the thought.
Silver Baron: Really? I always took you for the type that got offended if asked.
Quentin: Naw. Can't be bothered being offended over something like that.
Silver Baron: True. So, what brings you up here?
Quentin: Well, a couple things. One, with all that has gone on, and with Stalker being in the Pleasure Dome, I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to relapse on us.
Silver Baron: Heh. Now that, I appreciate. I almost did lose my mind again. But...I'm in control. Oblivion won't be appearing anytime soon if I can help it. Even if I get ideas from him for what Ragnarok deserves.
Quentin: Hmmm. Well I can't say they don't deserve it, but are they really worth the effort?
Silver Baron: I feel as if they are.
Quentin: Maybe. I just hope we can find Freeman soon.
Silver Baron: So do I. He's a generally good person, but him skipping town the way he did...that's part of the reason I lost my cool like I did. He better show up soon for his sake, otherwise he's going to find himself out of a job.
Quentin: What? You'd fire him?
Silver Baron: Yes. He's wasted our time, and resources. I can only wait for a few more weeks, then he's gone, and not allowed near the club, or the girls. I'm sorry, I know he's your mentor, but he's proven to be a bit of a liability.
Quentin: Are you sure though boss?
Silver Baron: I am.
Quentin sighed. The Silver Baron had made up his mind about that issue, so there was no point in trying to continue asking about it.
Quentin: By the way, what was so important that Stalker had to come here?
Silver Baron: Oh nothing much, just that I found out he's my uncle.
The Silver Baron turned towards Quentin, to see his reaction. Quentin did look a bit surprised, but still remained very calm, as he usually is.
Quentin: Seriously? Wow. That's...quite interesting.
Silver Baron: Yeah tell me about it.
Quentin: Well, I hope it helps with something. Anyways, don't you have any thoughts about our upcoming match against Ragnarok?
Silver Baron: You have no idea. In fact...
The Silver Baron pulls out his cell phone, and pressed on the screen a couple times, before handing it to Quentin. Quentin smirked, getting an idea about what the Silver Baron wanted to do.
Quentin: You ready?
Silver Baron: Always.
Once Quentin saw the program that was up, he pressed the record button, and pointed the camera part at the Silver Baron, while giving him a hand signal to begin.
Silver Baron: With what's been going on recently in UWA, at least on SCK's part, it should be no surprised that a war is going down. Three immature, greedy, evil brats, decided to get involved in my business, and cause damage to my merchandise on more then one occasion. As you all know, those brats are Kyle Travis, Connor Murphy, and Gabriel Krown. Ragnarok.
What those three did, they did out of envy and spite. They did more then just go after a couple of my girls. They have made me take drastic measures, to ensure that nothing else happens. I know they aren't the only ones who will try to use my girls to get to me, which is why those security measures will stick.
This...raw, unrefined hatred that I myself have for them, it's easily overwhelming. Not to mention that both Craven and Sharpe want to see them humiliated as well, it's not good being them. Fearless is anything but what this show could be called. More like bloodbath, or war bound. Because that's how I feel this match is going to be.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigarette, quickly exhaling the smoke. He looked at the streets of Las Vegas, deep in thought.
Silver Baron: But why did they go after us? It's simple. They're envious of us. Envious of a working, interesting, and passionate group of individuals, who have found success. They have even outright said, they resent us for that. Well that's fucken great and all, but what about them? Unlike Ragnarok, we had to earn our success.
We had to earn it, because everyone thought we wouldn't be around long. We proved them wrong, and despite not having a long reign as tag team champions, we earned our spot. Because as a stable, we had earned it.
But what about them? Sang Real, you had multiple shots against Corn Bread Mafia, and rumors were going around that in the last match involving you two teams had, it was supposed to be for the tag titles, but something happened, which caused a delay. But even so, you failed to succeed then, and you know what, you even had a fucken shot at getting a tag title match with us. What the fuck did you guys do? You blew it.
Yet you still kept whining and bitching about how management kept screwing you over, or other shit. Well I'm sorry, but you guys seriously need to grow the fuck up, and actually fight, and not flap your fucken gums. You might actually find success if you learned how to accept defeat, pick yourself up, and try again.
Quentin began to back away, seeing that the Silver Baron was starting to shake in fury. Themore and more he went on with this, it was clear his anger was getting the best of him.
Silver Baron: Of course, then there is Kyle Travis, quite possibly the biggest fucken brat of Rangarok. Well Kyle, pretty much everyone else in UWA is better then you. Yet you have the fucken audacity, to call yourself a fucken Canadian legend. You talk about your past, and how you're greatness personified!
I know I talk a big game, but I jeez, you talk so much fucken shit, you can actually see the shit ejecting from your mouth! At least when I talk about my grandeur, I can, and will back it the fuck up! I am sick and tired of you talking about your 'past greatness' when clearly, it can't translate into current greatness, making you look like one of the biggest has-beens I've ever seen.
Hell I have an extremely hard time believing any fucken word you say Travis. A piece of shit like you doesn't deserve to call himself a legend.
What really annoys me about you Kyle Travis, is that every time you opens his mouth, it's the same damn thing. Not just the bullcrap about being a legend, a king, and whatever else you believes you are, but the fact that you feel you've never been given a chance in UWA. Ummmm....what the fuck is your problem Kyle? How fucken selective is your memory?
HOW many singles championship shots have you had? Two. One for the North American Title, and one for the World Title. That's two more then me for the singles championships. Hell, you were the first North American Champion and as sad as it is, nobody can take that away from you. Then you would get a world title shot, and really, it was of no surprise you failed. Yet you truly, madly, deeply believe that UWA has been doing every fucken thing to screw you over? You were given shots because they believed you could be that fucken legend, yet you've proven to be nothing more, then a fucken JOKE!
The Silver Baron took one last drag of his cigarette, in an attempt to calm himself down. It didn't do much, as he crumpled it up while it was still lit, which barely phased him at all.
Silver Baron: For the last month, I have been asking myself, why did he suddenly target SCK? Why did he form Ragnarok? First, it was obvious because you were being brats who wanted something they couldn't have, nor deserved. But then I thought, why would Kyle Travis, the most annoying asshole in the UWA, want to join forces with two other equally annoying cocksuckers? Well, other then the fact that they could get along over that fact. Then it hit me. Kyle, while you were the North American champion, you suffered a loss. You suffered, a very potent, very powerful loss, that exposed all that I've said about you, all that Craven has said about you, and all that everyone else, has said about you. You're a fucken hack, and you fucken know it!
But who was that person that delivered you that important loss? It was me! Yes it was during a time when Oblivion had a fairly big influence on me, but regardless, I exposed you for the hack you are. That's where your resentment comes in to play.
Well you know what, you can hate me for that all you want. What difference will it make against me now? It won't make any fucken difference, because your constant need to force yourself into relevancy has put you in this warrior pimp's crosshairs, along with two other relentless individuals.
But you also did something else recently. One thing that has pretty much sealed your fate! You and your cock buddies went and attacked an innocent bystander. You attacked Stephanie Miller, for fuck knows what reason. Yet, you were warned by the boss that if you attacked anyone, especially Stephanie, You'd be kicked out of the match, leaving Connor and Gabriel to the slaughter! To me, you took the cowards way out, because you know deep down, inside that tiny, might as well be dead muscle, that is your heart, you knew that you had pissed off the wrong group of people, and knew you'd face your end.
That has further exposed you for what you are. A cowardly, shit talking, HACK! Just the same as Connor and Gabriel, especially since they helped you in attacking both Brittany and Stephanie. Speaking of Brittany, she's recovering, and you really need to pay attention to names, because I don't have a fucken Brenda working for me.
But here's the thing about all that. I don't want you ejected from this match. I don't want you away from it, because you are the source of my current rage. The current trigger, to my bloodline curse. Yes, I was born with a curse that's in my family, that makes us prone to mental illness. Mine just so happened to be MPD.
But regardless of that, You can't run from me. You can't run from the Knights. Why? Because we're facing off in a lumberjack match, and those men want to see you get hurt, whether by us, or them. In this instance, they are more like wolves, waiting for their meal, but will let the alphas have the main meal. You three are that meal.
So Kyle, was it really a wise idea to abandon your buddies to the wolves?Because that's what it seems like. So this next little 'message' is for Connor and Gabriel. You might think it's fun to roll with Kyle Travis, doing random, and brutal attacks. But clearly, he's afraid, and manipulated you two into doing stuff, so he could abandon you, while making it look like he hasn't.
Yet Kyle, you also accuse me of using people? Well along with everything else you've done, you've officially added another reason why I hate you, because you're a fucken hypocrite, and those people, are truly the worst of the worst.
So here's how this pimp is laying the money down. For those that don't know, it's another way of saying on how things are, or going to be. You Kyle Travis, WON'T, be ejected from this match. If I have to, I'll beg the boss to keep you in the match. Because in the end, you will suffer especially the worst. Come hell or high water, I am going to to make sure, that you do not leave the pay per view, of your own will. That goes for all three of you.
Come Fearless, three bitches get fucked! Not in any way they want to be either. After that, it will hopefully be the last time we deal with Ragnarok. Because I swear guys, if you three so much as look at me, or any member of SCK, present or future, or even my merchandise...We will end you on the spot. Either way, the Sin City Knights, are Ragnarok's judges juries, and executioners, and it's time for Ragnarok to face their sentencing!
The Silver Baron was fully glaring at Quentin, adding extra effect, towards his warning. He smirked, and chuckled for a couple seconds, as he was truly looking forward to what he was going to do at Fearless, even if it seems like Oblivion is influencing his current pattern of thoughts.
