Bryce Dixon: Yo! What the hell, man? You gotta delete that vid, now!
In the locker room, there are lockers with pads inside them, and at the end of the room, there's a mirror. There are benches all around, and Bryce is sitting on one of them, taking off his pads. His hair is sweaty, and his shirt and pants have sweat stains on them.
Look, man, just delete the damn video, alright? I don't need my rep going down in flames because of some stupid prank you decided to pull.
I'll delete it if you give me an autograph.
An autograph? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I'm some kind of celebrity? Look, pal, I don't have time for your bullshit.
He takes out a notebook and pen, and writes "autograph" in big, bold letters, then holds it up for Bryce to see.
snatches the notebook and pen from Douglas' hand Fine, but make it quick. I've got better things to do than stand here all day signing your crap.
Bryce Dixon - Autograph.*
signs the notebook aggressively Happy now? Don't get any ideas about trying to get more shit out of me. I'm done with this bullshit.
Douglas grabs his phone and leaves the locker room.
walks over to the mirror, wiping sweat off his brow Damn, I need to find a way to deal with this idiot before he causes any more trouble.
paces back and forth, talking to himself Alright, Bryce, think. What's the best way to handle this prick?
Douglas was thinking of the best way to tell the autograph to Bryce Dixon.
stops pacing and looks towards the door I need to confront him, make sure he understands the consequences of crossing me.
Douglas decides to wait until he gets home to tell him the autograph.
grabs his bag and heads towards the exit If I see that little shit anywhere near me again, I'll make sure he regrets it.
Douglas waits until Bryce Dixon gets home.
enters his house, throws his bag on the floor Dammit, Bryce, why did I let that idiot get under my skin? I need to cool down before I do something I'll regret.
Douglas tells Bryce Dixon the autograph.
glares at Douglas You better not be messing with me, man. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. Just show me the damn autograph and leave. Douglas: Here it is, Bryce Dixon - Autograph.*
Douglas leaves the house.
takes a deep breath, sits down on the couch Fuck, this day just keeps getting worse and worse. I need to find a way to put this shit behind me.
sits on the couch, contemplating his next move Alright, Bryce, you need to figure out how to handle this situation. You can't let this idiot ruin your rep.
Douglas was thinking of the best way to tell the autograph to Bryce Dixon.
stands up abruptly Screw it, I'm going to confront that asshole and put him in his place once and for all.
Douglas was surprised by this turn of events.
heads out the door, determined Time to show this douche who they're messing with. No more hiding, no more running.
Douglas was surprised when he heard the words "put him in his place."
walks into the locker room, scanning the area for Douglas Where the hell is that prick? I won't let him hide from me anymore.
Douglas comes out of hiding. Here you are, Bryce Dixon!
narrows his eyes at Douglas You think you can mess with me and get away with it? Well, you've got another thing coming, asshole.
Douglas was surprised by Bryce's words.
steps closer to Douglas, towering over him Listen here, you piece of shit.
grabs Douglas by the collar, pulling him close You think you can just fuck with me and walk away? Well, guess what, pal? You're about to find out just how wrong you are.
What are you going to do?
tightens his grip on Douglas' collar, his voice dripping with venom I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, you pathetic excuse for a human being.