Kelvin Laments

Backstage we find the two quieter members of DUF sitting in, well, quiet contemplation. KD seems to be looking at the Wrestlution magazine before suddenly and forcefully tearing it into tiny little pieces. This outburst seems to disturb Komodo who looks up in worry;

Komodo: “What is the principal behind your comotion, friend?”

Kelvin: “I’m not on Lution! Can you believe that!”

Komodo considers this for a few moments.

Komodo: “In honesty, I can. We need to start showing more unity, instead of disappearing down dark alleyways with miscreant Canadians...”

KD growls, rising from his chair.

Kelvin: “You sayin’ I shouldn’t be hanging around Dorien?”

Komodo shakes his head.

Komodo: “No, what you decide to do in your own time is none of my business, however your punctuality for DUF is distressing... I cannot help but feel if you spent more of your time exerting yourself in a manner not akin to being a hired goon, which we all know you’re far more intelligent than... And banging your torso for a championship opportunity, that you will move from point A, to your much sought after point B.”

KD listens quietly.

Komodo: “If you so badly wish to return to the, as you put it, mix, then I believe we need to show the globe that you and I, are more than just some sort of comedy tandem.”

KD smacks his fist on the table.

Kelvin: “I get what you’re sayin’! If I want something... I should just take it instead of hollering about it week in and out, right?”

Komodo smiles, his words seem to be making it through.

Komodo: “Exactly, anyone can grab a microphone and spin a linguistic yarn together to fraudulently claim a championship opportunity, but the proof is in the pudding.”

Kelvin: “Pudding?”

Komodo: “It’s a colloquialism.”

The word is meant by blank stares.

Komodo: “Nevermind. It’s a phrase only used within certain regions, but that’s not important Kelvin. What IS important is that you be the man you are destined to be, not the man who shouts the loudest, but falls the hardest... Understand?”