AWS Parental Advisory Championship

Silver Baron © vs Damien Kostich

The camera crackles to life. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Peeling paint, rusted gurneys, and broken restraints line the hallway of a derelict insane asylum. Water drips somewhere in the distance. Heavy boots echo closer…

Damien Kostich steps into frame, massive shoulders hunched, knuckles taped, breath fogging in the cold air. He stares straight into the camera, jaw clenched.

Damien Kostich:
(thick Slovakian accent)
“You hear zat, eh?” He taps the side of his head, a slow, deliberate motion.
“Dis place… it whispers. Screams. Just like fight does.”

He smirks, cracking his neck.

“Dey call me monster. Dey say I belong in place like dis.”
He spreads his arms, iron chains clinking as he brushes past them.
“Maybe dey right. Because dis is where broken minds come to understand one truth—only strong survive.”

Damien takes a step closer to the camera, shadows swallowing half his face.

“Saturday Night Assault. AWS. Parental Advisory Championship.”
He snarls the words.
“Death Baron… you think you walk into war wit’ devil himself.”

He shakes his head slowly.

“I fight since I am small boy. Streets. Basements. Gyms dat smell like blood and rust.”
He pounds his chest once, hard.
“All I do is fight. Is only language I ever learn.”

He flexes, veins bulging along his forearms.

“Dis match?” A low, dark chuckle escapes him.
“Dis match is made for man like me. Size. Strength. Pain.”
“I don’t need fancy tricks. I don’t need toys.”

Damien leans in, his voice dropping to a brutal growl.

“Death Baron… listen close.”
“You bring weapons?” He scoffs.
“Leave dem in grave where you crawl from.”

He raises his taped fists into frame.

“I am weapon.”
“Bone. Fist. Rage.”
“Straight up beating. No mercy. No escape.”

He slams his fist into a rusted wall—metal shrieks and collapses inward.

“In dis asylum… dey lock away insane.”
“After Saturday Night Assault…”
He bares his teeth in a vicious grin.
“Dey lock away what is left of you.”

The lights flicker violently as Damien turns his back to the camera.

“Parental Advisory Championship…”
He looks back over his shoulder.
“Is coming home wit’ me.”

The screen cuts to black as distant laughter echoes through the asylum halls.

No Rest For The Wicked

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The scene opens up in the roof of the Pleasure Dome. It was night time, and all the lights from the strip were lighting up the night. We see the Silver Baron sitting in a lawn chair, back turned away from the camera view. An audible sigh could be heard from him, as he got up, and turned around so that he was looking towards the camera's view.

Silver Baron: To all my players around the world. The world's favorite dealer hasn't exactly been himself lately. He has not had the best of opportunities to secure victories properly. For that, I, the Silver Baron, do apologize for that inconvenience.

The Silver Baron took off his fedora for a moment. It was so that he could run his fingers through his hair. Once he put his fedora back on, he turned the lawn chair around, before sitting back down.

Silver Baron: Maybe I have been a bit distracted. Maybe I've simply not been at my best. Does that explain Death Baron's loss to Kurokumo on Ward? Fuck no. That if anything, was a reminder of who's in control.

The Silver Baron sneered. He was clearly exhausted from having to deal with Death Baron all the time, living in his head.

Silver Baron: Stupid idiot living inside my head trying to wrestle control away from me. That's something I will never allow. But even with that caveat, that doesn't explain my recent string of losses. But at the same time, I don't have much time to dwell on them. I don't have time to think about what ifs.

Because in case anyone has forgotten...

That's when the Silver Baron stood back up. He opened up his pimp coat, showing he was wearing the AWS Parental Advisory title around his waist. He unclasped it, before putting the title over his left shoulder.

Silver Baron: I am a champion. The AWS Parental Advisory championship. A title that's meant to represent hardcore activity. I said I wanted to redefine this title, and I most certainly will. In fact, I recall me giving open challenges before, but only now is anyone fucken answering. Or at least officially. All because this company is run by a bunch of ADHD cocktraps!

The Silver Baron's eyes flashed gold for a brief second. His frustration towards alot of things lately was bubbling to the surface. However, he was determined to keep Death Baron under control,

Silver Baron: Now why would I say that? Because it's the truth. You can have a look at all the sudden shit that has never made sense, then you'll see why I say that. But regardless of that, it's time to get back to business.

Come Assault, the Parental Advisory open challenge begins!

The Silver Baron smirked, as he dropped the title off his shoulder, and into his hand. He raised it up, holding it forward so that it was the main thing that the camera view would show.

Silver Baron: Who is first to step up? Why it's none other than Damien Kostich. An alleged escape mental patient. Really? Damien, if you really think that kind of shit is going to scare me, you got the wrong man as your opponent. If anything, it only amuses me, considering that not only have I done a stint or two in psych wards, but how much of a waste of time they were. Maybe that's something we can agree on eh ese?

The Silver Baron chuckled to himself for a moment, before draping his championship back over his shoulder.

Silver Baron: Now pay close attention to me Damien. You're a big guy, there's no doubt. You've done your time in prison as well. Cool. Maybe you got some blood on your hands. Shit at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if your actual residence was a prison cell, because otherwise, you look like some of the homeless that I see around the strip. But let me ask you this. Does ANY of that shit frighten me?

Not in the least fucken bit!

The Silver Baron was full on laughing now. He was amused at what he knew about his opponent, confident that he would be able to defeat Damien Kostitch on Saturday Night Assault. He then wagged one of his index fingers for a brief moment.

Silver Baron: Don't get me wrong. I'm not going to discount that you are indeed capable of violence at an extreme level. I had a look at those scars, and they look like some good stories to tell. Matter of fact, why don't you tell us some of them, to get a better idea of what you're actually capable of. Be as it may, we all know that I grew up around violence, and I roll with the type of psychopaths that other psychopaths are terrified to cross. Hell, one lives in my fucken head!

So you can indeed talk about the shit you've been through to get here. We've all heard similar stories. Talk about how you killed somebody with your bare hands. I do not give a flying fuck. To me, you're just another opponent. Another challenger. But if you think that this is going to be easy because of of my recent string of losses, you're sadly mistaken.

The Silver Baron began to pace around on the rooftop. He kept his gaze at the camera view, showing an intense focus that almost seemed to have been missing recently.

Silver Baron: If anything, I'm more than fired up to face somebody who will push me to get real nasty. Damien, I acknowledge you enough to recognize that this isn't going to be a squash. You actually might be able to beat me. That makes me want to show everyone why it won't be happening. Because when that bell rings, all my focus will be taking you apart, piece by piece.

Once again, the Silver Baron's eyes flashed gold for a quick moment. He sighed, showing his natural eyes. After a moment of pacing, the Silver Baron chuckled to himself.

Silver Baron: You also mentioned you're not afraid of Death Baron. After Ward, I can't say I blame you. But here's the thing. You're not going to be facing Death Baron. No. I've put him back under lockdown for a little while. Now you're going to be facing me. The Silver Baron. The true form of your AWS Parental Advisory champion.

What does that mean for you Damien? Well it means that I heard your comments. It means that I heard what you said, and quite frankly, I'm amused. You would think you'd pay attention to who the fuck you're facing, but you wound up assuming that you'd be facing the bloodthirsty side. Well Damien, I hope you're ready to eat that egg you cracked on your face. You're not facing Death Baron this time. This time, the pimp ready to smack a bitch around!

The Silver Baron adjusted the glove on his right hand, before doing a few backhand smacking motions in the air.

Silver Baron: What's the difference between Death Baron and I? Death Baron, while a killer...Is also fucken reckless. He would literally bull rush into anything and aims for the best. As for I, the Silver Baron? I'm cold. I'm patient. I'm precise. I will keep things under control.

I will out think you. I will out pace you. I will out wrestle you. As I just said, I will be picking you apart when the bell rings. We have no rules to hold us back, and lots of toys to play with.

The Silver Baron smirked, as he began to imagine what he could do. He then spotted a few things on the roof, such as a chain, and a steel stop sign. He brought then forward, so the he could show them, before dropping the items at his feet.

Silver Baron: From Kendo sticks to stops sign, there's nothing I won't bash your skull in with. I got chains to do many things to you. Matter of fact, I wonder if you have an aversion to them, considering your own track record. You know, coming from a derelict psych ward and all.

I'm sure you've heard that before. Oh well. You're going to keep on hearing it from other warriors who aren't afraid of you Damien. Especially since you haven't exactly done much since you debuted last year. Signed on in January? Cool. Where is literally anything of note from you? Meanwhile I made my debut a few months after that, and have pretty much been draped in gold since then. That part, isn't going to change, I can assure you of that.

The Silver Baron stopped pacing around. He then sat back down in his lawn chair, placing the Parental Advisory championship onto his lap.

Silver Baron: Assault is indeed going to be a fun show. Everything you try to throw at me Damien, you'll get back tenfold. I will smack you around, and make you bleed all over the place. When it's all said and done, I'll still be the Parental Advisory champion, while you're going to be looking up at the lights, with your limbs barely hanging on.

When you're down there on the mat Damien, the rest of the world can use you as an example. Not just to never underestimate what the World's Most Notorious Pimp will do...

The Silver Baron once again adjusted his right hand glove, flexing his fingers as he did so.

Silver Baron: But that everyone will know their place. Especially after you get this hand to your face!

The Silver Baron made a couple more backhand smacking motions, before getting up. He would then fold up the lawn chair, casually tossing it to the side. The camera view following the Silver Baron, as he opened up the door back into his club. However, before he would enter, he would raise the title into the air once again, back facing the camera. It was then, that the scene would fade to black.