"How much did you say these pants are?" A tall man with spiked bleached hair.
"We're having a clearance sale, buy a pair and get one free." the man at the cash register explained.
"Well that's convenient, I'll be right back." He smiled and headed off into the store to resume shopping for clothes.
An hour later he returned with an arm full of new pants and a few matching shirts that caught his eye. As the man scanned them he noticed they're a slightly smaller size than the frosty haired man in front of him.
"It's none of my business but are these pants for you?" He asked curiously.
"Yup, they're all for me."
"No offense, but they're kind of small, how tall are you six foot at least?" he asked.
"Six foot two actually, and yeah I like to wear slightly smaller pants."
"Whatever floats your boat." He sighed as he bagged the clothing items.
"Thanks, Have a good afternoon..." He glanced at the name tag, "Richard, cool name, I'm Zack by the way."
The stocky dark man nodded as Zack exited the store.
Sometime later...
Zack, minding his own business as he locked up his car in the parking lot of the arena hosting Monday Night Raw, dressed in one of the tight pants be brought earlier. He looked slightly uncomfortable now that he's moving around again.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Alex Riley asked once he noticed Zack's pants.
"They're pants Alex you're wearing them too."
"Zack you look like you're about to pop out of them." He commented wondering if Zack's pants would split.
"Well I have another pair I'm going to change into once I get to my locker room. I just like to drive with my pants really tight."
"What..." Alex started to question him but he decided against asking.
"See ya later Alex." Zack said as Alex walked away confused.
... To be continued...