Nearly Untouchable
Characters: Ken Kaze & Love!Love! KAMIKAZE!!!
“Flying hillbillies, George. I think we’re f[BLEEP!]ed.”
Ken Kaze flashed upon the RaveTron as he paced around the backstage locker room. Leaning against a wall, fiddling his thumbs in a somber mood was Love!Love KAMIKAZE!!! Even George grimaced at the unfortunate event that is soon to happen.
“Yeah, I agree, George.”
Kamikaze looked up from his hands perplexedly and glanced at Kaze. “What did he say?” It was obvious he felt weird speaking of a trashcan as if they were a person. But, even so, it’s not like he had not had weirder partners, so he continued the charade.
“Oh, he only said that with Polar on their team, we’re gonna get our asses handed to us on a silver platter.” He was referring to their up-and-coming tag team handicap match.
Kamikaze looked rather astonished at the straightforwardness in Ken’s voice.
“Why do you say it like that? We have a chance, still. Even though it’s a fraction of a thousandth of a millionth chance . . . we still have a chance.” He tried his best to attain as much optimism as possible.
“Meh,” was the only word Kaze could seem to emit.
In an attempt to bring as much exuberance into the depressing room as possible, the Roppongi Romeo spoke up. “Hey! Wanna see me telegraph my next move?!”
Ken simply shook his head, as he was out of it. “Nah, man. Nah.” He glanced over at Kamikaze. Then, to George. Next, to Kamikaze. And finally, back to George. He sighed.
“Man, George. With a three on two, those guys are gonna be nearly untouchable.”
The scene ended with Kaze taking a seat opposite of the wall Kamikaze was leaning on. The depressing mood these two were in shined radiantly from their dismal souls. One could look at this as payback for the scam Ken had pulled over the Back Alley Brawler last week. The tables have turned, and the cards that were once in the hands of Team KAMI/Kaze are now in the hands of the Ninja Brigade.
Ain’t that a bitch.
