Supplies!

[Cobrita]

The camera inside Smarky Smark's office remains to show a black screen. No light being picked up by the expensive lens, that is until the door to the house of Smark is opened slightly, the hand of thman himself sliding through and turning on the light. As the room is illuminated, the well furnished office is revealed. A bar fridge, flat screen mounted on the wall opposite to a hand made wooden desk all part and parcel of the design. The door is opened fully and Smarky walks in, a blank expression on his face as he places some papers on his desk. BOOM!

Hello... Mr. Smark...

As the door slams behind him, Smarky turns swiftly on his heels with a surprised look on his face. He searches for the owner of the voice within his office and finds it quickly. Cobrita sitting on a leather couch next to the door, a broad smile oin his face. The surprised look on Smarks face turns to one of inquisition, Cobrita getting to his feet and walking over to his Co-Commissioner.

Oh, It's you...

Yes Smarky, It is I. And I'm in one hell of a mood. You see it's not every night your brother debut's in your own fed. It's not every night he destroys the number one contender single handedly and... It's not everynight your son of a bitch Co-Commissioner has his plans fall down around him. Spike lost Smark, and he lost your contract with it. I believe Y2000J is in possession of it now.

Cobrita grins ear from ear as Smarky half heartedly smiles at his partner before circling his desk and sitting down in his chair. Cobrita snickers to himself and leans forward, planting his palms on the desk as the Smarkster looks through his papers.

Ahh... I love Karma... Don't you Smark? Well not right now because it just bit you in the ass, but I mean in general? I believe in Karma Smarky. I'm a big fan of Karma, and tonight it's just a really good thing to be apart of.

Cobrita grins and drifts off for a bit, Smarky looking at his opposite half without amusement.

Aw don't look at me like that, makes me feel bad that you slutted around behind my back and then had the one you hand picked to be the savior of LDWA thrashed in a ladder match earlier tonight. Wait no... I feel kinda good about that. Ha!

But hell... I'm a fair man... You can choose whomever you wan't to go up against KAYJAYBARACKUS next week to determine the second entrant into the Rampage Championship Match. So Smark? Who's it going to be? Not jumping off the Flynn banwagon so soon are we?

TBC

[Smarky Smark]

“You know Cobrita…. Are you REALLY that dumb, or are you just playing with me?”

Cobrita’s smug grin falters as he tries to comprehend what Mr. Smark is telling him. He looks at his co- commissioner in a clueless way, enforcing Smarky to reiterate his point. He sighs, and continues.

“Seriously, you think I would make it in this rough and tumble business world if I didn’t think up of a Plan B, a Plan C, heck, even a Plan Z? I am better than that, and you know it my friend. You see, after I saw Spike falter on his quest, I remembered something my old man used to tell me. He used to say that it isn’t what you do for your FRIENDS, but it is what you don’t do for your ENEMIES. When I thought about that, I realized what my next move is.”

Cobrita slowly gets up from Smarky’s leather couch, and straightens himself. He gives Smarky an inquisitive look, not wanting to give any doubt or fear away.

“Go on then, amaze me.”

“Well, you asked for it. Kane will get his shot….. If he gets through my last chance gauntlet match. You see, he will have to go through not one, but THREE of the finest specimens on the LDWA roster! First off, it will be Psycho Savage vs. KAYJAYBARACKUS…. The winner will have to fight Chris Parker straight after….. And the winner of that bout faces Spike Flynn! And once Spike beats whoever made it, then he will gain his rightful place in the main event of Hang ‘Em High.”

Cobrita stares at his colleague, with his jaw hanging slightly from the shock of the news. Smarky then pops open a bottle of whiskey, before pouring himself out a glass of the amber liquid.

“Now if you excuse me, there is a bottle of Jack Daniels and a Wii Wheel with my name on it.”

The Hardcore Hero gives a disapproving “tch” before heading out of the office, closing the door after himself.