Post by silverbaron on Jan 6, 2015 13:38:49 GMT -6
The ground floor of the Pleasure Dome was packed. Many patrons were in here partying it up for the new year. TV screens were on throughout eh club, and there was hardly a sober person in the entire club, minus the staff of course.
The Silver Baron himself, was sitting on a throne that he had placed near one of the stages. Both Nicole and jade were giving him a lapdance, as the crowd partied on.
Suddenly, over the TV screens, everyone could hear that the countdown was about to begin.
Everyone: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Silver Baron: 2015 FUCK YEAH!
Everyone raised their glasses up and clinked them, ringing in the new year, as Auld Acquaintance began to play. Soon, that song was over, and the regular club music began to play again.
Inspite of everything, the silver Baron couldn't help but have a smile on his face, part of it was in due fact because h was getting a lapdance from two of his favorite girls. After a couple more minutes though, The Silver Baron would feel somebody tap him on the shoulder. He looked over, to see that it was Craven who had done so.
Silver Baron: Ah Craven. Happy new year.
Craven: Happy new year boss.
Silver Baron: What's on your mind?
Craven: Well...There is something I want to discuss. Mind if we talk about it quickly?
Silver Baron: Sure. But...Couldn't this have waited until later?
Craven: It probably can, but I wanted to ask before I forget.
Silver Baron: Alright. Let's talk outside.
The Silver Baron sighed, as he motioned for Jade and Nicole to get off of him. He rose up, and grunted in slight pain and annoyance.
Silver Baron: Girls. Keep the throne warm for me, will ya?
Nicole: No problem. I think I know one way.
Nicole looked at jade, and pulled her in for a kiss, as the two girls descended onto the throne. Crave smirked at that image, before he followed the Silver Baron. They had to weave their way through the crowd, but eventually they did make it outside. Once outside, the Silver Baron took a pack of cigarettes out from his jacket, along with a lighter.
Silver Baron: Cig?
Craven: Naw I'm good.
Silver Baron: Suite yourself.
The Silver Baron took a cigarette out, and placed it between his lips, before lighting it up. He took a quick drag, before turning towards Craven.
Silver Baron: This better be good. I have a massive hard on right now, and I'm taking possible fuck time to hear you out.
Craven: Didn't need to know that.
Silver Baron: I'll tell you what you need to know, and you need to know, why this better be important.
Craven glared at the Silver Baron for just a second. He then chuckled for a second, before he gathered his thoughts up.
Craven: Well it is important. See I've been talking with Skylar for a while. You know how relationships can be a bit awkward in this profession, right?
Silver Baron: Wouldn't know personally, but I can imagine. What, with knowing that either many men, and even women see her naked more times then you do. Or even knowing that every time your girl comes home, she's had many dicks inside her, balls deep, throughout most of the day.
Craven:...Could we not talk about dicks so...Casually?
Silver Baron: Oh grow up and get a sense of humor for this stuff. But why you bringing this up to me now? Are you trying to convince her to stop doing her job?
Craven: That's the thing. It's been mostly her idea. Yeah the thought is more...appealing that she stop, but I'm not gonna stop her from doing her job. Thing is, she said she's tired of doing what she's doing.
Silver Baron: Ah. Well here's the thing. It's not easy for me to do that.
Craven: Why though? You had no problem with Jade before.
Silver Baron: True, but I knew I could still have use for her. Plus eventually, I think she would have missed the money she was making.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigarette, as Craven sighed.
Craven: Well you still could. I mean she said she has no problem being a full time dancer, much like Sin.
Silver Baron: Well if you put it that way, I might take it into consideration, but not now. Don't forget that due to her injury a few months back, she's missed so much time already. I can't just have her stop everything when she hasn't made me dime one in months. She kinda owes me some time still there.
Craven sighed, leaning up against the wall. He was a bit disappointed he couldn't convince the Silver Baron to have Skylar switch to a different position.
Silver Baron: But we'll talk about this stuff later. Right now, especially tonight, She's needed to do her job.
Craven sighed again. He was sure that the Silver Baron would have no problem with having Skylar get out of prostitution, and into a less degrading job title, like a stripper. The Silver Baron took another drag of his cigarette, before he looked over at Craven.
Silver Baron: You also must not forget, that she is helping Brittany out after what happened to her. Speaking of her, I get this feeling you want to face Kyle Travis once again.
Craven: Sure do.
Silver Baron: Yes indeed Craven. And when the time comes, I expect you to not only soundly defeat him, like you fucken should have at Cataclysm, but crush that rat's windpipe, once and for all.
The Silver Baron gave Craven a stern look, as he moved in closer. Craven was confused as to why the Silver Baron was getting closer to him, and it showed as his brow furrowed a bit. The Silver Baron suddenly had Craven up against the wall, at face to face proximity.
Silver Baron: You better not ever repeat your performance from Cataclysm. It partially cost us the table match, and thus we're both down momentum, and alot of the fans we've made, went home disappointed. Not to mention Kyle is still fucken talking up a storm, like he usually does. So do yourself a favor. Redeem yourself by making him your bitch. If he's going to be yelling anything, it should be in pain as he's getting thoroughly fucked by you. For your sake, and everyone else's end him. Otherwise, there might be some consequences.
With that, the Silver Baron took one last drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in Craven's face, before he would butt out his cigarette on the wall, very close to Craven's head. The Silver Baron smirked, as he backed off a bit.
Silver Baron: As for Skylar... Well I'll talk with her soon about this. In fact, if she's willing to do do some lesbian porn, I doubt there will be any problems.
Craven: I see. Well I'm sort of surprised that there is an issue. You're not usually like this.
Silver Baron: Well Craven, it's just life. You have to take what you're dealt. Again, maybe not the best idea, plus you guys should be making the most money you can.
Craven: Well...fair point. But...about why we lost the table elimination match, well it isn't my-
Silver Baron: -I never said it was entirely your fault. But again, part of it was you got hurt. Yeah if you didn't, we would have won for sure. I take my share, as I admit, I got cocky, and slapped some ass.
Craven: What's to say that's not gonna happen again?
Silver Baron: Excuse me?
Craven: Well aren't you fighting for the title on mayhem against Jeszika Gautier?
Silver Baron: Damn right I am.
Craven: Well then don't get distracted and want to slap Jeszika's ass. It might cost you.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. Would you blame me if I did?
Craven: I..Erm...No.
Silver Baron: Exactly. Rest assured though, I don't plan to get me a piece of that girl's fine ass. I plan to sow why this pimp, is a fighter. Why nobody can truly stop me. 2015 is going to be our year Craven, where we dominate UWA, as we should be. First thing first, is me fulfilling one of my goals. Whether or not the result is in my favor Craven, I will become, UWA champion.
Craven smirked. That was the side of the Silver Baron he knew. The side that promised nothing but pure intensity, and focus towards his goals.
Craven: Good. Who knows. We might be fighting each other over that title. Something to look forward to eh?
Silver Baron: Indeed.
The two men shared a brief chuckle, as they both felt confidence in their upcoming matches, which they both hoped to set the standard for the rest of the year, including having something to look forward to.
Silver Baron: Anything else on your mind Craven?
Craven: Naw. Not right now.
Silver Baron: Good. Let's get back in. Enjoy the rest of the night Craven.
Craven: I'll try.
The Silver Baron opened up the door, as both men walked back into the Pleasure Dome. They would both rejoin the massive party going on. The Silver Baron made his ay back to the throne, which only had Jade there right now.
Silver Baron: Hey Jade. Where's Nicole?
Jade: Doing what we do best.
Silver Baron: Oh nice. Hope whomever got her didn't skimp out.
Jade: I hear ya boss. Think it's a bit crowded here though?
Silver Baron: Nope. It's perfect right now.
Jade: I see. Well I was kind of...Hoping the two of us could celebrate the new year...Away from the crowd.
This got the Silver Baron's attention. He looked at Jade with a smirk. She then gave the Silver Baron, a smirk of her own.
Silver Baron: Thought you didn't mix business with pleasure, so to speak. Also, what about Freeman?
Jade: Welllll boss. It's not like you to turn down an opportunity.
Silver Baron: I'm not. Just curious.
Jade: Well I feel like it dammit. Plus if that bastard truly cared, he would have least called by now.
Silver Baron: Yeah. So...Want to get out of here?
Jade: Ah hell yeah.
With that, Jade rose up from the throne, and took the Silver Baron's hand, and lead them away from the crowd. They soon reached the stairs, and the Silver Baron pulled Jade in close, who responded by wrapping her legs around her boss, as he would take the lead, taking them up to his office.
~14 hours later~
It was now 2PM January 1st. The Silver Baron woke up in his office, very groggily, on his couch covered only in a blanket. He then was able to remember some of the events of the new year party. That had also included him and Jade having sex in his office. Of course, she left afterwards, possibly trying to get some more work in.
After that, he couldn't remember much at all what happened. After his eyes adjusted, he saw that there were a pair of red lace panties on the floor, along with some empty bottles and a couple of used condoms. He smirked to himself, as he grabbed his pants, and put them on.
The Silver Baron then saw his closet door opening up, and a tall, very leggy latina had walked out, clearly hung over. She wore a White T shirt which barely concealed her well developed breasts, and a black microskirt.
Silver Baron: These yours?
The Latina was slightly startled, but saw the Silver Baron,holding up the red panties. She nodded, and took them, quickly slipping them on, before she would leave. The Silver Baron smirked to himself.
Silver Baron: It's good to be me. But...It will be better when I'm the champ.
The Silver Baron walked over to is desk, and opened up one of the drawers, taking out a bottle of Advil. He took one of the pills, before walking over to the fridge behind the bar, and taking out a bottle of water. He would take the pill, and down it with the water, in an attempt to shake off the mild hangover he was feeling.
Silver Baron: Wonder how Jez celebrated her new year? Though sadly, she has to defend her title on Mayhem, and only one of us will start our new year right with that victory.
The Silver Baron smirked to himself. He knew what needed to be done. As he kept drinking his bottle of water, he slowly began to feel his headache ease off. He then noticed his camcorder was already set up.
Silver Baron: Huh? Musta' wanted to keep the memories.
The silver Baron smirked, as he opened up a tab in the camcorder, and popped out the SD card. He went over to his desk, and grabbed another one, and put it in. He then hit record, fully intending to voice his thoughts.
Silver Baron: Well UWA, it's a new year, and for most, it's a brand new start. I know many people wish to use this time frame to plan out some goals for the next three hundred and sixty five days, in order to grasp a brand new start. A brand new start, in hopes to wash away some of the bad stuff that might have happened over the last year.
Does it always happen? Not really, as there are some stuff that people just can't seem to shake off. However, with what I have to look forward to, even I am fully embracing a potential change.
Before I get to what I know what I'm looking forward to, let's take a look back at what the last year for the Baron has been like, shall we?
The Silver Baron took a swig of his water. He mulled over some of the memories of 2014in UWA, and recalled when he began his career in UWA.
Silver Baron: I first started out with getting wins over a few tag teams who at that point, had not been even remotely defeated. SCK came in with just two guys, one who owned the best damn strip club and brothel, and the other who worked there. We came in, and we dominated, even recruiting the sexy girl, Skylar, both working for me, and working with us.
But a few people wanted to fuck with us. For Freeman, it was Vince Jones. A man who without Freeman, would not have reached the heights he did. If it weren't for Freeman, we would not see the intensity of Vince Jones, and we would not have the remote respect for him.
As for me, well some people decided to fuck with me by going after my women. Stalker Knight, who I would later learn was actually my uncle, decided to capture one of my main girls, Nicole, as a way to get my attention. It worked far to well, and unleashed a very dangerous side of me that I had, in recent years, been successful at keeping away. It was HE, who unleashed Oblivion, and like the name implied, I tore right through him, and his family, ultimately injuring Stalker Knight so bad, that it's been questionable on whether he'll be cleared to fight full time ever again.
The Silver Baron sighed, and he recalled when he first learned about Stalker Knight being his uncle. He did have a bit of a hard time believing in it, but he knew his mother wasn't lying. Even though he might have seriously hurt somebody who was blood related, he knew that the fury he unleashed was justified.
Silver Baron: After Stalker, it was through Freeman that we got introduced to the Protector. By now, I had taken under my wings, an upstart named Craven. I don't regret that, as he has grown under this stable environment. But with the Protector, we would become the first UWA tag team champions. But we couldn't enjoy our reign, as it was ended by a group of hard working ladies who had managed to overcome SCK, in the form, of K.I.S.S. During our reign, we had to deal with Ragnarok, a group of idiots who decided to band together to go after SCK because they figured if they were the ones who could take us out, they could gain credibility, even though they were all nothing but fucken whiners, especially Kyle Travis.
The Silver Baron's demeanor suddenly changed. It was easy to see the rage building inside of him at the thought of Kyle Travis. He stopped himself from crushing his water bottle.
Silver Baron: Kyle Travis. Now there's a name who we wish we could be rid of. Seriously, it's at the point where if any one of us has to hear that sob story on how he supposedly was great, the person who's nearest to him will rip is head off and skull fuck him. Least that's what I would do, because I'm that annoyed. But...I think it's because of me soundly defeating him on a match on mayhem, that he had a problem with me.
To bad it was his own idiocy that not only had Craven, the Protector, now revealed to be Quentin Sharpe, and I, ripped apart Sang Real in a lumber jack match, but they left him saying he was a fucken idiot. Well they're right, so I can't blame them for smartening up.
The Silver Baron relaxed a bit. He saw the silver lining in that situation. He knew Kyle Travis had screwed himself over majorly with his actions. However, the Silver Baron knew that Ragnarok was not the last thing that theSin City Knights had to deal with in 2014.
Silver Baron: But it was the third group who decided to fuck with us, that has ultimately dealt alot of damage to us, that won't be fixed anytime soon. Bene Elohim are partially responsible for Quentin Sharpe being run over and injured badly, and ultimately getting a victory over SCK at Cataclysm.
It was nothing out of the ordinary for us. People fucked with us, and reduced numbers, and SCK still came out as the victors. Yet We didn't defeat Bene Elohim. What went wrong? Was it the fact I took my sweet time to punish Sariel? Or was it the fact they couldn't have defeated us if Craven wasn't already fucked? I don't know and quite frankly, due to the circumstances, I really don't give a fuck. In due time, Bene Elohim, much like the rest of the group they are associated with, will fall, and it will be glorious.
The Silver Baron's smirk had returned. The circumstances around the match were controversial, so while Bene Elohim may have barely gotten a victory, He knew that if Craven was at full strength, Bene Elohim would have lost.
Silver Baron: But now it's time to look forward into the future. On the very first Mayhem, we will see Jezika Gautier finally defend her title. The UWA world title. And who is the one that challenges her? It's me. And Jez, I hope you're ready for a fight.
Oh who am I kidding, of course you are. You've been fighting very hard this entire past year that you more or less, paid your dues. You fought in the match that crowned the very first North American championship. A match you lost to Kyle Travis, but that was just the start of your actual ascension, wasn't it?
You went to war with the Children of Nephilim, and have proven to be able to overcome them at all corners. You fought alongside the Keyon sisters, who greatly benefited from their experience to be able to push themselves to become tag team champions, and hell, Ashley, the hyper active, easily pissed off, heroin shooting sister, just owned Vince Jones to become the North American Champion.
Then there is Aerynn Donnelly. The first UWA world champion, who had very few title defences, and ultimately, though the war with the Children, went a little crazy, going after you. She forced this side of you that we hadn't seen, and it proved enough to overcome Aerynn, to win the title.
But what happened after that?
The Silver Baron's smirk faded into a neutral expression. He took another swig of his water. The Silver Baron sighed, and shook his head.
Silver Baron: What happened was, you got suspended, for being 'to violent'. Well how the fuck does that work? We've had alot of brutal matches in UWA in it's first year, that in 2015, we need to do alot to raise the bar. But if the logic of suspending somebody for being outwardly to violent applied to everyone, the UWA roster would be next to non existent. Hell I wouldn't be around, as you've seen how violent I've been. Fuck, even Aerynn Donnelly, the very woman who you mauled to become the champion, was just as bad, if not worse then you.
So while you might 'protest' your suspension like anyone else would, I have to ask, why the fuck did you get 'special treatment'? Did you ask for time off and they made it possible through suspension? Were you, or even management, so damn scared of what you had done, and fear what you could become, that your supposed suspension and forced therapy as one idea in order to get your head straight? What makes you so fucken special that you 'had' to go through that shit?!
The Silver Baron put his bottle of water down. He sighed, and curled his firsts, trying to get a grip on himself before he became to frustrated.
Silver Baron: I don't know if it was the fact that the boss, who just got power back, felt he needed to show that there could be a stable minded champion and told you to clear your head, or what? Either way, it's all bullshit to me.
But on the subject of Oliver Georgio making that announcement...What is he thinking? Will he do that to every single champion that UWA produces? Let's face it, we're all a bit crazy. But therapy does nothing. I should know. If it was actually helpful, non of you would have met Oblivion.
The Silver Baron was now looking at the camera with a look of defiance. He could even feel Oblivion laughing in his hea.d But he ignored this other personality, and sighed again, attempting to calm down.
Silver Baron: But back to you Jez. Yes, you have gone through hell, and earned that victory over Aerynn. But since then, what have you done to prove why you should be the champion? Aside from getting your sweet ass suspended, you've done nothing, but i'm sure if you weren't 'suspended', you might have done something to prove your position
Sure you officiated the brutal Hell in the Cell match, but...that was just because nobody knew Brody or Aerynn better then you, or so we believe. But that means nothing. However, going up against me, and doing whatever the fuck it takes to win...that will solidify you as a deserving champion. To bad I don't see you as one, and will prove that on Mayhem.
See as much as I respect you for going through that hell you've had to go through in the last year, those are little details that mean nothing. You won the title because you had a deep, personal reason to fight, much like you did against the children. But what about now? Aside from the fact I got no problem smacking a bitch around, and ultimately not afraid to let you know how hot you are, what do you have against me?
The Silver Baron's smirk was back in full force. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, before sitting on the edge of his desk.
Silver Baron: Well you might say it's because I'm a pimp, you may have something against me. Well yeah, I am. But has that stopped me from being a badass? Hell no. It's no secret I can take any hottie and make some money, much like I have with Skylar, and would be more then happy to do with you as well.
Does that make me a 'pig'? Maybe, but what should it matter? So as long as I'm on top, there's nothing nobody can say.
But as to what I said before, about having anything against me well, it's more on a personal level. Hell you said it yourself that you got something to prove, and that's all. To you, I'm your first challenger for the title. In my mind, I'm the one who's going to take the title, and prove to be a far better champion that both you and Aerynn. You know, to make that title worth something, as you ladies were either to busy in Aerynn's case, to defend it at the bigger events, or suspended in your case.
But I know at the very least Jez, you will make it worth my while. I want, and expect that broad who brutalized Aerynn so bad, she knocked her the fuck out with torture. That's the Jezika Gautier I want to defeat. Anything less, well it wouldn't be as satisfying to me. Matter of fact, that's my word of advice. If you want to defeat me, don't hold back, even if you have no reason to be that bloodthirsty towards me. As a matter of fact, please don't give me a reason to do so, because you know something champ....I got no problem ruffling your feathers. Though that's not the only thing I have no problem ruffling, eh Jez?
The Silver Baron chuckled. He knew it was a bit of a corny sex reference, but he couldn't help himself to that one. After a few seconds of chuckling, he grabbed his water bottle, and looked back at the camera.
Silver Baron: Point is, nothing on my end will be held back, and I hope you respect that, and deliver the same. That way, when the victor has been declared, there is no fucken bullshit that can be said. Of course you know I don't plan to walk away empty handed, so it's more or less so you can't say shit about the fact that I am the one who won the title from you. But if you happen to escape with the title, it won't be the last time you hear from me, as I will become the champ!
That being said Jez, Let's set the standard for 2015, at Mayhem. Here's to setting the standard. Happy New year girl.
The Silver Baron gave a genuine smile this time, as he raised his water bottle up towards the camera, before he would finish the rest of the water off. The Silver Baron then got up, and shut off the camcorder, finished with voicing his thoughts.
The Silver Baron himself, was sitting on a throne that he had placed near one of the stages. Both Nicole and jade were giving him a lapdance, as the crowd partied on.
Suddenly, over the TV screens, everyone could hear that the countdown was about to begin.
Everyone: 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Silver Baron: 2015 FUCK YEAH!
Everyone raised their glasses up and clinked them, ringing in the new year, as Auld Acquaintance began to play. Soon, that song was over, and the regular club music began to play again.
Inspite of everything, the silver Baron couldn't help but have a smile on his face, part of it was in due fact because h was getting a lapdance from two of his favorite girls. After a couple more minutes though, The Silver Baron would feel somebody tap him on the shoulder. He looked over, to see that it was Craven who had done so.
Silver Baron: Ah Craven. Happy new year.
Craven: Happy new year boss.
Silver Baron: What's on your mind?
Craven: Well...There is something I want to discuss. Mind if we talk about it quickly?
Silver Baron: Sure. But...Couldn't this have waited until later?
Craven: It probably can, but I wanted to ask before I forget.
Silver Baron: Alright. Let's talk outside.
The Silver Baron sighed, as he motioned for Jade and Nicole to get off of him. He rose up, and grunted in slight pain and annoyance.
Silver Baron: Girls. Keep the throne warm for me, will ya?
Nicole: No problem. I think I know one way.
Nicole looked at jade, and pulled her in for a kiss, as the two girls descended onto the throne. Crave smirked at that image, before he followed the Silver Baron. They had to weave their way through the crowd, but eventually they did make it outside. Once outside, the Silver Baron took a pack of cigarettes out from his jacket, along with a lighter.
Silver Baron: Cig?
Craven: Naw I'm good.
Silver Baron: Suite yourself.
The Silver Baron took a cigarette out, and placed it between his lips, before lighting it up. He took a quick drag, before turning towards Craven.
Silver Baron: This better be good. I have a massive hard on right now, and I'm taking possible fuck time to hear you out.
Craven: Didn't need to know that.
Silver Baron: I'll tell you what you need to know, and you need to know, why this better be important.
Craven glared at the Silver Baron for just a second. He then chuckled for a second, before he gathered his thoughts up.
Craven: Well it is important. See I've been talking with Skylar for a while. You know how relationships can be a bit awkward in this profession, right?
Silver Baron: Wouldn't know personally, but I can imagine. What, with knowing that either many men, and even women see her naked more times then you do. Or even knowing that every time your girl comes home, she's had many dicks inside her, balls deep, throughout most of the day.
Craven:...Could we not talk about dicks so...Casually?
Silver Baron: Oh grow up and get a sense of humor for this stuff. But why you bringing this up to me now? Are you trying to convince her to stop doing her job?
Craven: That's the thing. It's been mostly her idea. Yeah the thought is more...appealing that she stop, but I'm not gonna stop her from doing her job. Thing is, she said she's tired of doing what she's doing.
Silver Baron: Ah. Well here's the thing. It's not easy for me to do that.
Craven: Why though? You had no problem with Jade before.
Silver Baron: True, but I knew I could still have use for her. Plus eventually, I think she would have missed the money she was making.
The Silver Baron took a long drag of his cigarette, as Craven sighed.
Craven: Well you still could. I mean she said she has no problem being a full time dancer, much like Sin.
Silver Baron: Well if you put it that way, I might take it into consideration, but not now. Don't forget that due to her injury a few months back, she's missed so much time already. I can't just have her stop everything when she hasn't made me dime one in months. She kinda owes me some time still there.
Craven sighed, leaning up against the wall. He was a bit disappointed he couldn't convince the Silver Baron to have Skylar switch to a different position.
Silver Baron: But we'll talk about this stuff later. Right now, especially tonight, She's needed to do her job.
Craven sighed again. He was sure that the Silver Baron would have no problem with having Skylar get out of prostitution, and into a less degrading job title, like a stripper. The Silver Baron took another drag of his cigarette, before he looked over at Craven.
Silver Baron: You also must not forget, that she is helping Brittany out after what happened to her. Speaking of her, I get this feeling you want to face Kyle Travis once again.
Craven: Sure do.
Silver Baron: Yes indeed Craven. And when the time comes, I expect you to not only soundly defeat him, like you fucken should have at Cataclysm, but crush that rat's windpipe, once and for all.
The Silver Baron gave Craven a stern look, as he moved in closer. Craven was confused as to why the Silver Baron was getting closer to him, and it showed as his brow furrowed a bit. The Silver Baron suddenly had Craven up against the wall, at face to face proximity.
Silver Baron: You better not ever repeat your performance from Cataclysm. It partially cost us the table match, and thus we're both down momentum, and alot of the fans we've made, went home disappointed. Not to mention Kyle is still fucken talking up a storm, like he usually does. So do yourself a favor. Redeem yourself by making him your bitch. If he's going to be yelling anything, it should be in pain as he's getting thoroughly fucked by you. For your sake, and everyone else's end him. Otherwise, there might be some consequences.
With that, the Silver Baron took one last drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in Craven's face, before he would butt out his cigarette on the wall, very close to Craven's head. The Silver Baron smirked, as he backed off a bit.
Silver Baron: As for Skylar... Well I'll talk with her soon about this. In fact, if she's willing to do do some lesbian porn, I doubt there will be any problems.
Craven: I see. Well I'm sort of surprised that there is an issue. You're not usually like this.
Silver Baron: Well Craven, it's just life. You have to take what you're dealt. Again, maybe not the best idea, plus you guys should be making the most money you can.
Craven: Well...fair point. But...about why we lost the table elimination match, well it isn't my-
Silver Baron: -I never said it was entirely your fault. But again, part of it was you got hurt. Yeah if you didn't, we would have won for sure. I take my share, as I admit, I got cocky, and slapped some ass.
Craven: What's to say that's not gonna happen again?
Silver Baron: Excuse me?
Craven: Well aren't you fighting for the title on mayhem against Jeszika Gautier?
Silver Baron: Damn right I am.
Craven: Well then don't get distracted and want to slap Jeszika's ass. It might cost you.
Silver Baron: Perhaps. Would you blame me if I did?
Craven: I..Erm...No.
Silver Baron: Exactly. Rest assured though, I don't plan to get me a piece of that girl's fine ass. I plan to sow why this pimp, is a fighter. Why nobody can truly stop me. 2015 is going to be our year Craven, where we dominate UWA, as we should be. First thing first, is me fulfilling one of my goals. Whether or not the result is in my favor Craven, I will become, UWA champion.
Craven smirked. That was the side of the Silver Baron he knew. The side that promised nothing but pure intensity, and focus towards his goals.
Craven: Good. Who knows. We might be fighting each other over that title. Something to look forward to eh?
Silver Baron: Indeed.
The two men shared a brief chuckle, as they both felt confidence in their upcoming matches, which they both hoped to set the standard for the rest of the year, including having something to look forward to.
Silver Baron: Anything else on your mind Craven?
Craven: Naw. Not right now.
Silver Baron: Good. Let's get back in. Enjoy the rest of the night Craven.
Craven: I'll try.
The Silver Baron opened up the door, as both men walked back into the Pleasure Dome. They would both rejoin the massive party going on. The Silver Baron made his ay back to the throne, which only had Jade there right now.
Silver Baron: Hey Jade. Where's Nicole?
Jade: Doing what we do best.
Silver Baron: Oh nice. Hope whomever got her didn't skimp out.
Jade: I hear ya boss. Think it's a bit crowded here though?
Silver Baron: Nope. It's perfect right now.
Jade: I see. Well I was kind of...Hoping the two of us could celebrate the new year...Away from the crowd.
This got the Silver Baron's attention. He looked at Jade with a smirk. She then gave the Silver Baron, a smirk of her own.
Silver Baron: Thought you didn't mix business with pleasure, so to speak. Also, what about Freeman?
Jade: Welllll boss. It's not like you to turn down an opportunity.
Silver Baron: I'm not. Just curious.
Jade: Well I feel like it dammit. Plus if that bastard truly cared, he would have least called by now.
Silver Baron: Yeah. So...Want to get out of here?
Jade: Ah hell yeah.
With that, Jade rose up from the throne, and took the Silver Baron's hand, and lead them away from the crowd. They soon reached the stairs, and the Silver Baron pulled Jade in close, who responded by wrapping her legs around her boss, as he would take the lead, taking them up to his office.
~14 hours later~
It was now 2PM January 1st. The Silver Baron woke up in his office, very groggily, on his couch covered only in a blanket. He then was able to remember some of the events of the new year party. That had also included him and Jade having sex in his office. Of course, she left afterwards, possibly trying to get some more work in.
After that, he couldn't remember much at all what happened. After his eyes adjusted, he saw that there were a pair of red lace panties on the floor, along with some empty bottles and a couple of used condoms. He smirked to himself, as he grabbed his pants, and put them on.
The Silver Baron then saw his closet door opening up, and a tall, very leggy latina had walked out, clearly hung over. She wore a White T shirt which barely concealed her well developed breasts, and a black microskirt.
Silver Baron: These yours?
The Latina was slightly startled, but saw the Silver Baron,holding up the red panties. She nodded, and took them, quickly slipping them on, before she would leave. The Silver Baron smirked to himself.
Silver Baron: It's good to be me. But...It will be better when I'm the champ.
The Silver Baron walked over to is desk, and opened up one of the drawers, taking out a bottle of Advil. He took one of the pills, before walking over to the fridge behind the bar, and taking out a bottle of water. He would take the pill, and down it with the water, in an attempt to shake off the mild hangover he was feeling.
Silver Baron: Wonder how Jez celebrated her new year? Though sadly, she has to defend her title on Mayhem, and only one of us will start our new year right with that victory.
The Silver Baron smirked to himself. He knew what needed to be done. As he kept drinking his bottle of water, he slowly began to feel his headache ease off. He then noticed his camcorder was already set up.
Silver Baron: Huh? Musta' wanted to keep the memories.
The silver Baron smirked, as he opened up a tab in the camcorder, and popped out the SD card. He went over to his desk, and grabbed another one, and put it in. He then hit record, fully intending to voice his thoughts.
Silver Baron: Well UWA, it's a new year, and for most, it's a brand new start. I know many people wish to use this time frame to plan out some goals for the next three hundred and sixty five days, in order to grasp a brand new start. A brand new start, in hopes to wash away some of the bad stuff that might have happened over the last year.
Does it always happen? Not really, as there are some stuff that people just can't seem to shake off. However, with what I have to look forward to, even I am fully embracing a potential change.
Before I get to what I know what I'm looking forward to, let's take a look back at what the last year for the Baron has been like, shall we?
The Silver Baron took a swig of his water. He mulled over some of the memories of 2014in UWA, and recalled when he began his career in UWA.
Silver Baron: I first started out with getting wins over a few tag teams who at that point, had not been even remotely defeated. SCK came in with just two guys, one who owned the best damn strip club and brothel, and the other who worked there. We came in, and we dominated, even recruiting the sexy girl, Skylar, both working for me, and working with us.
But a few people wanted to fuck with us. For Freeman, it was Vince Jones. A man who without Freeman, would not have reached the heights he did. If it weren't for Freeman, we would not see the intensity of Vince Jones, and we would not have the remote respect for him.
As for me, well some people decided to fuck with me by going after my women. Stalker Knight, who I would later learn was actually my uncle, decided to capture one of my main girls, Nicole, as a way to get my attention. It worked far to well, and unleashed a very dangerous side of me that I had, in recent years, been successful at keeping away. It was HE, who unleashed Oblivion, and like the name implied, I tore right through him, and his family, ultimately injuring Stalker Knight so bad, that it's been questionable on whether he'll be cleared to fight full time ever again.
The Silver Baron sighed, and he recalled when he first learned about Stalker Knight being his uncle. He did have a bit of a hard time believing in it, but he knew his mother wasn't lying. Even though he might have seriously hurt somebody who was blood related, he knew that the fury he unleashed was justified.
Silver Baron: After Stalker, it was through Freeman that we got introduced to the Protector. By now, I had taken under my wings, an upstart named Craven. I don't regret that, as he has grown under this stable environment. But with the Protector, we would become the first UWA tag team champions. But we couldn't enjoy our reign, as it was ended by a group of hard working ladies who had managed to overcome SCK, in the form, of K.I.S.S. During our reign, we had to deal with Ragnarok, a group of idiots who decided to band together to go after SCK because they figured if they were the ones who could take us out, they could gain credibility, even though they were all nothing but fucken whiners, especially Kyle Travis.
The Silver Baron's demeanor suddenly changed. It was easy to see the rage building inside of him at the thought of Kyle Travis. He stopped himself from crushing his water bottle.
Silver Baron: Kyle Travis. Now there's a name who we wish we could be rid of. Seriously, it's at the point where if any one of us has to hear that sob story on how he supposedly was great, the person who's nearest to him will rip is head off and skull fuck him. Least that's what I would do, because I'm that annoyed. But...I think it's because of me soundly defeating him on a match on mayhem, that he had a problem with me.
To bad it was his own idiocy that not only had Craven, the Protector, now revealed to be Quentin Sharpe, and I, ripped apart Sang Real in a lumber jack match, but they left him saying he was a fucken idiot. Well they're right, so I can't blame them for smartening up.
The Silver Baron relaxed a bit. He saw the silver lining in that situation. He knew Kyle Travis had screwed himself over majorly with his actions. However, the Silver Baron knew that Ragnarok was not the last thing that theSin City Knights had to deal with in 2014.
Silver Baron: But it was the third group who decided to fuck with us, that has ultimately dealt alot of damage to us, that won't be fixed anytime soon. Bene Elohim are partially responsible for Quentin Sharpe being run over and injured badly, and ultimately getting a victory over SCK at Cataclysm.
It was nothing out of the ordinary for us. People fucked with us, and reduced numbers, and SCK still came out as the victors. Yet We didn't defeat Bene Elohim. What went wrong? Was it the fact I took my sweet time to punish Sariel? Or was it the fact they couldn't have defeated us if Craven wasn't already fucked? I don't know and quite frankly, due to the circumstances, I really don't give a fuck. In due time, Bene Elohim, much like the rest of the group they are associated with, will fall, and it will be glorious.
The Silver Baron's smirk had returned. The circumstances around the match were controversial, so while Bene Elohim may have barely gotten a victory, He knew that if Craven was at full strength, Bene Elohim would have lost.
Silver Baron: But now it's time to look forward into the future. On the very first Mayhem, we will see Jezika Gautier finally defend her title. The UWA world title. And who is the one that challenges her? It's me. And Jez, I hope you're ready for a fight.
Oh who am I kidding, of course you are. You've been fighting very hard this entire past year that you more or less, paid your dues. You fought in the match that crowned the very first North American championship. A match you lost to Kyle Travis, but that was just the start of your actual ascension, wasn't it?
You went to war with the Children of Nephilim, and have proven to be able to overcome them at all corners. You fought alongside the Keyon sisters, who greatly benefited from their experience to be able to push themselves to become tag team champions, and hell, Ashley, the hyper active, easily pissed off, heroin shooting sister, just owned Vince Jones to become the North American Champion.
Then there is Aerynn Donnelly. The first UWA world champion, who had very few title defences, and ultimately, though the war with the Children, went a little crazy, going after you. She forced this side of you that we hadn't seen, and it proved enough to overcome Aerynn, to win the title.
But what happened after that?
The Silver Baron's smirk faded into a neutral expression. He took another swig of his water. The Silver Baron sighed, and shook his head.
Silver Baron: What happened was, you got suspended, for being 'to violent'. Well how the fuck does that work? We've had alot of brutal matches in UWA in it's first year, that in 2015, we need to do alot to raise the bar. But if the logic of suspending somebody for being outwardly to violent applied to everyone, the UWA roster would be next to non existent. Hell I wouldn't be around, as you've seen how violent I've been. Fuck, even Aerynn Donnelly, the very woman who you mauled to become the champion, was just as bad, if not worse then you.
So while you might 'protest' your suspension like anyone else would, I have to ask, why the fuck did you get 'special treatment'? Did you ask for time off and they made it possible through suspension? Were you, or even management, so damn scared of what you had done, and fear what you could become, that your supposed suspension and forced therapy as one idea in order to get your head straight? What makes you so fucken special that you 'had' to go through that shit?!
The Silver Baron put his bottle of water down. He sighed, and curled his firsts, trying to get a grip on himself before he became to frustrated.
Silver Baron: I don't know if it was the fact that the boss, who just got power back, felt he needed to show that there could be a stable minded champion and told you to clear your head, or what? Either way, it's all bullshit to me.
But on the subject of Oliver Georgio making that announcement...What is he thinking? Will he do that to every single champion that UWA produces? Let's face it, we're all a bit crazy. But therapy does nothing. I should know. If it was actually helpful, non of you would have met Oblivion.
The Silver Baron was now looking at the camera with a look of defiance. He could even feel Oblivion laughing in his hea.d But he ignored this other personality, and sighed again, attempting to calm down.
Silver Baron: But back to you Jez. Yes, you have gone through hell, and earned that victory over Aerynn. But since then, what have you done to prove why you should be the champion? Aside from getting your sweet ass suspended, you've done nothing, but i'm sure if you weren't 'suspended', you might have done something to prove your position
Sure you officiated the brutal Hell in the Cell match, but...that was just because nobody knew Brody or Aerynn better then you, or so we believe. But that means nothing. However, going up against me, and doing whatever the fuck it takes to win...that will solidify you as a deserving champion. To bad I don't see you as one, and will prove that on Mayhem.
See as much as I respect you for going through that hell you've had to go through in the last year, those are little details that mean nothing. You won the title because you had a deep, personal reason to fight, much like you did against the children. But what about now? Aside from the fact I got no problem smacking a bitch around, and ultimately not afraid to let you know how hot you are, what do you have against me?
The Silver Baron's smirk was back in full force. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, before sitting on the edge of his desk.
Silver Baron: Well you might say it's because I'm a pimp, you may have something against me. Well yeah, I am. But has that stopped me from being a badass? Hell no. It's no secret I can take any hottie and make some money, much like I have with Skylar, and would be more then happy to do with you as well.
Does that make me a 'pig'? Maybe, but what should it matter? So as long as I'm on top, there's nothing nobody can say.
But as to what I said before, about having anything against me well, it's more on a personal level. Hell you said it yourself that you got something to prove, and that's all. To you, I'm your first challenger for the title. In my mind, I'm the one who's going to take the title, and prove to be a far better champion that both you and Aerynn. You know, to make that title worth something, as you ladies were either to busy in Aerynn's case, to defend it at the bigger events, or suspended in your case.
But I know at the very least Jez, you will make it worth my while. I want, and expect that broad who brutalized Aerynn so bad, she knocked her the fuck out with torture. That's the Jezika Gautier I want to defeat. Anything less, well it wouldn't be as satisfying to me. Matter of fact, that's my word of advice. If you want to defeat me, don't hold back, even if you have no reason to be that bloodthirsty towards me. As a matter of fact, please don't give me a reason to do so, because you know something champ....I got no problem ruffling your feathers. Though that's not the only thing I have no problem ruffling, eh Jez?
The Silver Baron chuckled. He knew it was a bit of a corny sex reference, but he couldn't help himself to that one. After a few seconds of chuckling, he grabbed his water bottle, and looked back at the camera.
Silver Baron: Point is, nothing on my end will be held back, and I hope you respect that, and deliver the same. That way, when the victor has been declared, there is no fucken bullshit that can be said. Of course you know I don't plan to walk away empty handed, so it's more or less so you can't say shit about the fact that I am the one who won the title from you. But if you happen to escape with the title, it won't be the last time you hear from me, as I will become the champ!
That being said Jez, Let's set the standard for 2015, at Mayhem. Here's to setting the standard. Happy New year girl.
The Silver Baron gave a genuine smile this time, as he raised his water bottle up towards the camera, before he would finish the rest of the water off. The Silver Baron then got up, and shut off the camcorder, finished with voicing his thoughts.
