The
set of double doors leading into the backstage area of the Memphis Pyramid
swings open as one of the newest additions to the PRIME roster makes his
official entrance. His long, golden blonde hair glistens from the fluorescent
lights decorating the ceiling. With his head held high, chin tipped to the
ceiling, it was obvious Kelly Flawless felt like he was a god among men. That
was one of his witty nicknames, after all.
Kelly
Flawless: It’s a great day to be me.
His
assertive fortitude draws many looks from the backstage staff, who seemed to
envy his self-confidence with a passion. As Kelly strolls through the corridors,
bypassing staff members, refreshment tables, and other PRIME employees attending
those refreshment tables, he found himself inside the PRIME locker room. A
furtive glance around the room suffices before he approaches one of the last few
vacant lockers.
Kelly
Flawless: I should have my own damn room. I guess I’ll be talking to the
people in charge sooner than I thought.
As
Kelly reaches his chosen locker, he realizes a trashcan standing atop a bench is
in the way. This was no ordinary trashcan, however. Nails protrude from its
entire aluminum circumference, and it dons several layers of barbed wire. A
spray painted smiley face was evident as well.
Kelly
Flawless: What the hell? Who would waste their time decorating a fucking
trashcan?
A
toilet flushes behind Kelly as the restroom door swings open. Standing there in
the doorway, in all his glory, was the newly acclaimed Resident Moron of PRIME.
Looking rougher than usual, Ken Kaze casts a wary eye in the direction of Kelly.
Meanwhile,
Flawless so much as completely ignores the presence of another individual behind
him. Well, at least physically. He acknowledges Kaze with words.
Kelly
Flawless: Hey, uh . . . have any idea who set this stupid trashcan here? It
happens to be in the way of my locker.
With
one fell swoop, Flawless kicks the unique trashcan from the bench onto the
ground.
Ken
Kaze: What the FUCK?! GEEOORRGE! Are you okay, buddy?!
Kaze
instantly rushes to his fallen best friend, who is now recognized as George,
kneeling to the ground.
Kelly
Flawless: Did you just call that trashcan <I>George</I>?
Fuming
with anger, PRIME’s Resident Moron rose to his feet to confront the 6’5”
Super-Duper-Star. With Kaze only being 5’9”, Flawless towered over the
moron.
Ken
Kaze: What the hell are you doing?! You moron. This is George’s locker. Fuck
off and find your own. Matter of fact . . .
Kaze
points behind Kelly to another set of lockers that appear to be vacant.
Ken
Kaze: . . . Use one over there. There’s no need for you to come in here, and
kicking my best friend around like that. If you try that shit with the wrong
person, you’ll end up hurt before you could say “Oogalaboogla-heemiegeemie-lemonsqueezy”!
Completely
dumbfounded by Kaze, Kelly merely blinks. Not exactly sure what the random
retard was trying to say, Flawless merely shrugs him off – literally – and
turns around to attend to the other set of vacant lockers.
Kaze
aids George back to his position on top of the bench as he begins to whisper
secretly, not wanting Flawless to overhear the conversation. However, Kaze’s
whisper is the equivalent of Jenna Jameson moaning whilst be gangraped by twelve
and a half horses, plus two dogs. But Kelly Flawless could have cared less about
Ken Kaze, and thus wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation whatsoever.