Tag match rp

[SŁªM³]

David sat in his hotel room with Kaspers blood still on his hands, he'd seen a lot in his life but when it was done to a family member? His sister? Crane had gone too far and his point had been made, but he took it a further step and brutalized Kasper. The door opened and Old Slam walked in, David envied his Daddy's cool demeanor.

Slam3: ”Is she alright?”

Slam 2 grunted out an answer.

Slam3: ”Right, thanks for answering dick…”

Slam 2 sat down, he was also in his still bloody clothes.

Slam2: ”Damn boy she's fine! Kasper is tough as fucking nails, tougher than you David so don't worry about her…where the hell were you?”

Slam3: ”What the hell do you mean where was I?! I carried out my part of the plan, old man. I hit Crane as you said the cunt has a thick skull, Kasper couldn't seal the fucking deal…”

Slam 2 grunted.

Slam2: ”No shit, what did you hit him with a stuffed hammer? You hit like a bitch boy, I should have been the one who clocked Crane but I just had to put that little bit of trust in you! So you know how you'll make it up?”

David glared at his Father but remained silent.

Slam2: ”And you'll do it with no questions asked either, am I clear?”

Again David meets the question with silence, Slam with some impressive speed smacks David open handed not once, not twice, but several times until David falls back into a generic hotel room chair coiling up in defense.

Slam3: ”Alright! Alright! Damn! Stop daddy…what? What do you need me to do?”

Slam 2 stepped away from his son, face red and eyes wide with a hint of wildness in them. For an old man he was still strong and fast, his patience was thinning.

Slam2: ”Goddammit I've had it up to here with you two, just fucking listen to me! I know this business, you gotta be cut throat but you gotta be ready…Kasper is up to something, last time she lapped at the flames of Donzig's wrath and we ain't ready for that again. Find out what it is and tell me.”

Slam3: ”No Fatherly advice for my match?”

Slam2: ”Oh you're washed kid, putting you in a match against two alien dildos and a fucking guy called Fury? Asinine really.”

Slam3: ”Fuck.”

Slam2: ”I mean Fury looks just like that one dildo…Niko…it's fucking creepy. And your partners?”

Slam3: ”Um Titled Cartridges? I…I don't know shit about them but at least it isn't fucking Drake.”

Slam2: ”Yeah don't need you looking like a bitch to him again.”

Slam3: ”Fuck him! And double fuck you too! Drake held me back, his own ambition blinded him…I'll prove it, I'll get the pin at Legacy! I'll carry this team right to victory and I'll find out what Kasper is up to! Just to fucking piss you off…”

Slam 2 barked with laughter holding his old beer gut.

Slam2: ”Yeah? Who ya pinning boy?”

Slam3: ”Fury in twenty five!”

Slam2: ”Oh yeah!? Wanna put money on it? I'll bet you'll bitch out, prove me wrong ya little piece of shit! You're pathetic, your sister…your sister is the future ya see, she's all me and that's why I let her go…you were a lost cause, ya Momma had you wrapped around her finger. Made ya soft…”

Slam3: ”Shut up…”

Slam2: ”Soft as a pair of old granny tits David! You sobbed for daaays…and months…and to this day you think you're ten foot tall, but you can't pop the ethereal tit of your Mom-”

David rose from his chair, upper cutting Slam 2 off of his feet, even out of one boot! Slam 2 crashed to the ground in a heap of snores. David steps over his knocked out daddy and picks his foot up stomping just once down on the unconscious man's face, mostly crunching the nose and ceasing the snoring. David almost stomps the man again but instead grabs his coat and bags…sprinting out of the hotel room.

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