Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 25, 2011 0:46:31 GMT -5
Smarky sits in his office doing his normal everyday paperwork and looks down at his watch.
Smark: "I've got to hurry, I've got to catch a meeting."
All of the sudden there is knock on the door. Smarky, looking really worn down and irritated from the overtime he has put in with the paperwork he's been doing, looks up.
"(to himself) Geez, what is it now? Come on in."
The door opens and his assistant, Erin Rajkowski, dressed in a sexy business suit, comes walking in with an oversize envelope and hands it to him. She then sits down.
"This just came in?"
Smarky looks at the envelope and looks back at her and then reaches out and takes the envelop from Erin. Smarky begins to rip open the envelop and pulls out a few pieces of notebook paper that looks to be stuck together in the corner by gum instead of a staple. Smarky is looking at the grungy looking pages with disgust.
"What in the hell is this shit? You know who this is from?"
"I'm not sure, who?"
"This is from those deviants, the Outcasts. What the hell is this about now?"
"Well, remember, all of their contracts expire right around Full Circle, give it take a day or so for each one. Maybe it's demands?"
"Looks like it and they've written them in red crayon. I guess they figured it just gives it "THE" touch. I can't hardly read this shit. Not even legible, I'll bet Nicholas Carson was the brainchild behind this one."
Perhaps I can be of assistance? I have kid bros and sisis and they write in all kinds of messy ways."
SS looks at her and just hands her the papers.
"Sure, knock yourself out."
The woman looks it up and down.
"Sir, it seems that they have um demands before they'll participate at Full Circle, let alone renew contracts."
"What? I should have demands. Why don't I ever get what I want around here? Who the fuck do they think they are? Hulk Hogan and Rick Flair?"
SS takes a deep breath
"Ok, go ahead and read it to me."
Smark goes about his paperwork while listening to Erin.
"Demand #1, It seems they want the furthest parking spot to the arena that is still part of any arena."
SS stops for a minute and looks at her as if she's crazy.
"Enlighten me, why are they asking for it? Sure, we'll reserve the farthest parking space available at every show. Tell you something, the GHW fans would probably appreciate it. But, just for shits, go ahead and tell me their reason. They do have one right?"
"Uh, yes. It seems that their "bus skanks" are getting on the heavy side and they feel that parking the farthest away from the arena will help keep them in shape while they are lugging the Outcasts gear back and forth from the bus to the dressing room."
SS just shakes his head.
"Guess 'bus skanks' bodies don't respond well to the heroin anymore?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, just go on with it."
"Demand #2, they request that nobody know what hotel they are staying at. It is to be kept a secret."
"Who gives a shit? I don't even want to know where they stay, best way to take care of that is to not even tell them. That's all on them. Who cares go to the next."
"Yes sir. Demand #3, when their bus arrives they don't want no red carpet nor do they want any evidence of their arrival to the venue."
"Again, I don't think that's something they'll need to worry about. Go to the next."
"Demand #4, toilets must work and paper toilet guards must be provided so to stay safe from germs."
"This coming from a bunch of psycho's who screw some of the nastiest whores in any town? Yea ok, I'll tell the venue owners to make sure ALL bathrooms have them. I think some are required by law anyways."
"Demand #5, they would like personal ball washers. Must be female and must be a perfect "10"."
"Ball washers?"
The woman coughs and points to Smark's crotch.
"Are you serious? Can't their bus skanks take care of that?"
"It says here that the reason their bus skanks can't take care of it is because they don't want their nasty smelly fingers anywhere near their cocks."
"But they'll take a blowjob from them right?"
She looks down and reads more as if the Outcasts had anticipated every one of Smarky's rebuttals or questioning of demands.
"It says, "not the point.""
"Yea well, I'll tell you what. You can be in charge of that one."
"Me sir?"
"Yea, look, just when people start gathering inside. Just look for some really good looking women who are dressed slutty and not with a man and go approach them and see if they want to work for the Outcasts. Tell them we'll get them in for free. Hell, after what the Outcasts puts them through they may not want to stick around."
"Duely noted. Demand #6, Bonus money for any Outcasts member who shows up sober and not doped up."
"Agreed, that'll never happen."
"Demand #7, write them book about a niggajew and split the profits from it with them."
"Uhhh. (inside Smarky's head he thinks 'that's like writing about a unicorn. A nigga with money? Nobody would buy it.') Another thing YOU can be in charge of, next?"
"Demand #8, A tennis racket cover for Adari for when she is sleeping. Uhhh, ewww. Apparently he kept a 'part' of that Arab girl he... you know... did such wrong too."
"It's dead. What, is he wanting to keep the smell of formaldahyde fresh? Next."
"Demand #9, any town they are in they want a list of all businesses that sell any Smarky Smark Productions DVDs or CDs."
"It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!"
"So they can burn them to the ground."
SS gets up and points at her.
"YOU, can be in charge of that also!!!! I'm out of here, I've got to take a piss."
"Sir, there is just one more."
Smarky stops and rolls his eyes.
"Ok, I'll hear ONE more. After that, that's it. I've agreed to their OTHER demands and I'm tired and we had a deal, they need to be there. So, go ahead, tell me the LAST ONE."
"Demand #10, If it all possible, nobody looking like Ryan Hughes or Ryan himself will be allowed in the building at anytime the Outcasts or their affiliates are in the building."
"How in the hell do they propose I stop that from happening?"
"I was just getting to that, it seems that if you can't stop it then it is ok but you run the risk of the Outcasts members or affiliates jumping the rails and stomping a mudhole in Hughes or Hughes wannabes."
"I don't get it, why do they hate Ryan so much? I mean, he's just a legend who kicked Nicholas out of the original Outcasts. Just saying."
Erin starts flipping through another page and starts reading.
"Reason why the Outcasts hates Ryan Hughes."
SS rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air.
"Of course, let's hear what the Outcasts have to say on the matter."
"He has a crooked face, big ears, bad teeth, and a smug way of speaking, therefore an ass whipping must be issued to him upon every sighting. Basically, boss, he has a face that people love to punch."
SS turns to walk out the door and slams the door behind him, leaving Erin inside the room looking around with a confused look on her face.
The scene changes to the Outcasts dressing room where our 4 evil peoples are gathered around playing XBOX.
Delta:"I don't know Nick, you think we got our worth with those demands?"
Nick:"Possibly."
A knock is on the door. Carson answers it.
"What the fuck do you want? Oh, it's you."
Sexy Erin walks in.
"Nicholas Carson, Dustin Delta, TPK, and Mighty Man Millson? Smarky Smark has heard your demands and had this to say."
She clears her semen laden throat.
"Demand #1, #2, #3, and #4 has been granted. Demand #5 will take some doing but will do whatever is within power to meet that demand. It is neither a yes or a no, just that we'll try to meet it. Demand #6 is granted. Demand #7 might be a little too complicated but effort will be put toward it. it is also not a yes or no but a maybe. Demand #8, he'll try to find one. Demand #9, we'll do the best we can and Demand #10 may not be possibly but we'll do our best to put up signs."
The Outcasts do a football huddle, converse for about 5.7 seconds, then break from it and approach her with evil grins.
"Tell Smarky it's a deal."
The four do a quick fondle session on Erin then toss her out the door via a quarduple slap on her sexy ass.
EOT was bored out my mind again. Late night, can't sleep.
Smark: "I've got to hurry, I've got to catch a meeting."
All of the sudden there is knock on the door. Smarky, looking really worn down and irritated from the overtime he has put in with the paperwork he's been doing, looks up.
"(to himself) Geez, what is it now? Come on in."
The door opens and his assistant, Erin Rajkowski, dressed in a sexy business suit, comes walking in with an oversize envelope and hands it to him. She then sits down.
"This just came in?"
Smarky looks at the envelope and looks back at her and then reaches out and takes the envelop from Erin. Smarky begins to rip open the envelop and pulls out a few pieces of notebook paper that looks to be stuck together in the corner by gum instead of a staple. Smarky is looking at the grungy looking pages with disgust.
"What in the hell is this shit? You know who this is from?"
"I'm not sure, who?"
"This is from those deviants, the Outcasts. What the hell is this about now?"
"Well, remember, all of their contracts expire right around Full Circle, give it take a day or so for each one. Maybe it's demands?"
"Looks like it and they've written them in red crayon. I guess they figured it just gives it "THE" touch. I can't hardly read this shit. Not even legible, I'll bet Nicholas Carson was the brainchild behind this one."
Perhaps I can be of assistance? I have kid bros and sisis and they write in all kinds of messy ways."
SS looks at her and just hands her the papers.
"Sure, knock yourself out."
The woman looks it up and down.
"Sir, it seems that they have um demands before they'll participate at Full Circle, let alone renew contracts."
"What? I should have demands. Why don't I ever get what I want around here? Who the fuck do they think they are? Hulk Hogan and Rick Flair?"
SS takes a deep breath
"Ok, go ahead and read it to me."
Smark goes about his paperwork while listening to Erin.
"Demand #1, It seems they want the furthest parking spot to the arena that is still part of any arena."
SS stops for a minute and looks at her as if she's crazy.
"Enlighten me, why are they asking for it? Sure, we'll reserve the farthest parking space available at every show. Tell you something, the GHW fans would probably appreciate it. But, just for shits, go ahead and tell me their reason. They do have one right?"
"Uh, yes. It seems that their "bus skanks" are getting on the heavy side and they feel that parking the farthest away from the arena will help keep them in shape while they are lugging the Outcasts gear back and forth from the bus to the dressing room."
SS just shakes his head.
"Guess 'bus skanks' bodies don't respond well to the heroin anymore?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, just go on with it."
"Demand #2, they request that nobody know what hotel they are staying at. It is to be kept a secret."
"Who gives a shit? I don't even want to know where they stay, best way to take care of that is to not even tell them. That's all on them. Who cares go to the next."
"Yes sir. Demand #3, when their bus arrives they don't want no red carpet nor do they want any evidence of their arrival to the venue."
"Again, I don't think that's something they'll need to worry about. Go to the next."
"Demand #4, toilets must work and paper toilet guards must be provided so to stay safe from germs."
"This coming from a bunch of psycho's who screw some of the nastiest whores in any town? Yea ok, I'll tell the venue owners to make sure ALL bathrooms have them. I think some are required by law anyways."
"Demand #5, they would like personal ball washers. Must be female and must be a perfect "10"."
"Ball washers?"
The woman coughs and points to Smark's crotch.
"Are you serious? Can't their bus skanks take care of that?"
"It says here that the reason their bus skanks can't take care of it is because they don't want their nasty smelly fingers anywhere near their cocks."
"But they'll take a blowjob from them right?"
She looks down and reads more as if the Outcasts had anticipated every one of Smarky's rebuttals or questioning of demands.
"It says, "not the point.""
"Yea well, I'll tell you what. You can be in charge of that one."
"Me sir?"
"Yea, look, just when people start gathering inside. Just look for some really good looking women who are dressed slutty and not with a man and go approach them and see if they want to work for the Outcasts. Tell them we'll get them in for free. Hell, after what the Outcasts puts them through they may not want to stick around."
"Duely noted. Demand #6, Bonus money for any Outcasts member who shows up sober and not doped up."
"Agreed, that'll never happen."
"Demand #7, write them book about a niggajew and split the profits from it with them."
"Uhhh. (inside Smarky's head he thinks 'that's like writing about a unicorn. A nigga with money? Nobody would buy it.') Another thing YOU can be in charge of, next?"
"Demand #8, A tennis racket cover for Adari for when she is sleeping. Uhhh, ewww. Apparently he kept a 'part' of that Arab girl he... you know... did such wrong too."
"It's dead. What, is he wanting to keep the smell of formaldahyde fresh? Next."
"Demand #9, any town they are in they want a list of all businesses that sell any Smarky Smark Productions DVDs or CDs."
"It doesn't matter what you had for dinner!"
"So they can burn them to the ground."
SS gets up and points at her.
"YOU, can be in charge of that also!!!! I'm out of here, I've got to take a piss."
"Sir, there is just one more."
Smarky stops and rolls his eyes.
"Ok, I'll hear ONE more. After that, that's it. I've agreed to their OTHER demands and I'm tired and we had a deal, they need to be there. So, go ahead, tell me the LAST ONE."
"Demand #10, If it all possible, nobody looking like Ryan Hughes or Ryan himself will be allowed in the building at anytime the Outcasts or their affiliates are in the building."
"How in the hell do they propose I stop that from happening?"
"I was just getting to that, it seems that if you can't stop it then it is ok but you run the risk of the Outcasts members or affiliates jumping the rails and stomping a mudhole in Hughes or Hughes wannabes."
"I don't get it, why do they hate Ryan so much? I mean, he's just a legend who kicked Nicholas out of the original Outcasts. Just saying."
Erin starts flipping through another page and starts reading.
"Reason why the Outcasts hates Ryan Hughes."
SS rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air.
"Of course, let's hear what the Outcasts have to say on the matter."
"He has a crooked face, big ears, bad teeth, and a smug way of speaking, therefore an ass whipping must be issued to him upon every sighting. Basically, boss, he has a face that people love to punch."
SS turns to walk out the door and slams the door behind him, leaving Erin inside the room looking around with a confused look on her face.
The scene changes to the Outcasts dressing room where our 4 evil peoples are gathered around playing XBOX.
Delta:"I don't know Nick, you think we got our worth with those demands?"
Nick:"Possibly."
A knock is on the door. Carson answers it.
"What the fuck do you want? Oh, it's you."
Sexy Erin walks in.
"Nicholas Carson, Dustin Delta, TPK, and Mighty Man Millson? Smarky Smark has heard your demands and had this to say."
She clears her semen laden throat.
"Demand #1, #2, #3, and #4 has been granted. Demand #5 will take some doing but will do whatever is within power to meet that demand. It is neither a yes or a no, just that we'll try to meet it. Demand #6 is granted. Demand #7 might be a little too complicated but effort will be put toward it. it is also not a yes or no but a maybe. Demand #8, he'll try to find one. Demand #9, we'll do the best we can and Demand #10 may not be possibly but we'll do our best to put up signs."
The Outcasts do a football huddle, converse for about 5.7 seconds, then break from it and approach her with evil grins.
"Tell Smarky it's a deal."
The four do a quick fondle session on Erin then toss her out the door via a quarduple slap on her sexy ass.
EOT was bored out my mind again. Late night, can't sleep.
