Post by Dylan on Feb 21, 2019 0:47:22 GMT -5
SMACK!
Dylan is awoken at the feeling of a harsh slap across his face. He touches his cheek, anger boiling inside of him. That very anger could perhaps be matched on the lady in front of him, who's stood there, red in face, a handbag in her hands.
Woman: How could you?!
He groggily looks around, a few of the passengers on the train beside him awkwardly look away. The woman who smacked him, stares him down with intensity in her eyes. Dylan just yawns, pulling an earbud out of his ear and looking up at her, folding his hands in his lap.
Dylan Viper: I beg your pardon, ma'am?
Woman: I can't believe someone like you, such a name brand person with all your starpower, would be so supportive of such a toxic substance.
He stares blankly at her.
Dylan Viper: What, in the god damned fuck, are you talking about, woman?
The infuriated look on her face increases by tenfold.
Woman: You seriously have no idea what your father has done?
Dylan, now understanding where this is all going, simply rolls his eyes.
Dylan Viper: For the 500th time, Sleazebag McGee isn't my father, he never will be, and anything he does I am 200% disassociated with.
Woman: Oh yeah? Well explain this!
The woman shoves her phone in Dylan's face, where a video of Jeffrey and Henry Viper is currently in progress.
Dylan stares blankly again, half-heartedly shrugging his shoulders.
Dylan Viper: No, I don't condone or support Jeffrey, but he's an entrepreneur. If he wants to start selling cigarettes and shit, all the power to him. I don't give a fuck.
She scowls.
Woman: It's bad enough all the kids out on the streets have easy access to drugs and alcohol, but an imbecile selling cigarettes? That's a lawsuit incoming on your ass.
He shrugs again.
Dylan Viper: Whatever, lady. Step aside, I've got another hour on this train and I don't want to deal with bitchy cunts for the lot of it.
She wrinkles up her nose, infuriated at that comment, but before she can spout off more bullshit Dylan puts in his earbuds and closes his eyes, a smirk across his face as the woman keeps making a scene.
Eventually, the train stops and Dylan gets off. Immediately after stepping off, Dylan pulls out a pack of cig-er, "Suck Sticks" and lights it, right in full view of the woman. He takes a long drag and blows the smoke right in her general direction, before dropping the cigarette into an ashtray atop a trash can, crushing it as he leaves the smoldering ashes to rot.
Dylan climbs into his rental car, sliding his bag and phone across to the passenger seat before beginning the long drive to wherever the fuck Jeffrey's holed up. He was asked to meet him, far far away, for a "special mission." I swear, if this is a panty raid I'm breaking his neck and handing the belts to AVA or Nihilists.
The central console lights up, as the phone rings. Dylan recognizes the number. He hits the pick up button and a quite buzzing is heard.
Dylan Viper: Speak, imbecile.
Jeffrey Viper: Well that's no way to talk to your old man, sport!
Dylan Viper: Shut the fuck up. What do you want?
Jeffrey Viper: I want to know where the hell you are! We have things to record and I can't be recording without my trusty cameraman present!
Dylan Viper: sigh Don't you have anything else to do? Like, jerk off to my mom, or promote your "Suck Sticks?" Also, some bitch harassed me on the train thanks to your shit. Real classy.
Jeffrey Viper: Well clearly she's never sucked on the stick of a real man before! Was she hot?
Dylan Viper: ...
Jeffrey Viper: You're right. Hailey would never approve of me cheating on her. Even though she cheated on me with Henry! But that's okay, family is everything, right?
Dylan Viper: You're not my family, suck a cock.
Jeffrey Viper: That's no way to speak to your father! Another outburst like that, and I won't let you swing in Hailey's batter's box.
Dylan Viper: ...
Jeffrey Viper: Dylan? You there, buddy?
Dylan Viper: ...
Jeffrey Viper: Dylan?
He hangs up, having had enough of Jeffrey's shit. He'll pass this off as driving through a no-signal zone. He had to focus though, he had a lot on his plate at Diamonds are Forever. Four men who he'd previously defeated would all be gunning for him again. But this time, the stakes were higher than ever. Because he would not let the titles he'd vied for slip away. Not now, not ever.
Dylan is seen setting up a camera, getting prepared to record a scene for some shit for the upcoming Tag Team match. There's a green screen behind him, ready to paste in whatever background he'd see as fit when he was done. Having gotten the camera perfectly straight, he'd admired his handiwork for a moment, before sitting in front of the camera and pressing the record button. Suddenly, out of the blue as per usual, Jeffrey Viper kicks down the door, computer and microphone in hand.
Jeffrey Viper: So glad you set everything up for me! I knew you weren't such a useless piece of shit.
Dylan Viper: What the fuck are you doing? You've had your say against AVA and the Nihilists. What do you want?
Jeffrey Viper: I've thought up a father-son bonding exercise.
Dylan Viper: ...oh god. Please. PLEASE don't tell me it's another-
Jeffrey packs up and walks out. Dylan sighs, and turns to the camera.
Dylan Viper: It's times like this I wish your super long videos wouldn't cost us so many words in my RPs. I hope if we lose, you're the sorry bastard who takes the pin.
He reaches for the camera, which shuts off after a few seconds.
