Post by Mike Machado on Jul 29, 2011 12:23:34 GMT -6
June 28, 2011 10:35 AM
My partner has reported a disturbing crime. The talent of the nCw is missing, and he suspects foul play. Valuable members of the roster have disappeared, and been replaced by useless doppelgangers; unfit to tie the laces on his boots. If an epidemic of untied boots were to strike this organization, we'd be dangerously unprepared.
I'm here to get to the bottom of it all. Maybe, in the process, I can save a few lives. I'll leave no stone unturned; no lace untied. It's my duty to protect this city, and I'll die before I watch wrestlers step on their laces, and possibly suffer an ankle sprain, or a scraped knee. I'm detective Mike Machado, Magnum P.I. Jr.
Mike Machado:I like your style, detective Blair; straight to the scene of the crime; into the dragons lair; right down to the source of evil, the den of the devil himself.
My partner and I ride head on, into the headquarters of New Championship Wrestling. A company rife with vile corruption, led by evil, greedy men. Always looking to make a buck, no matter who they hurt...
Or kill...
Mike Machado: When we finally arrive, be on your guard, detective. You never know what these men are capable of: Cover-ups, cover-downs.
As we ride, I realize that the worst part is, we have no clue who's in on it. It's apparent that the two men sent to keep us quiet at Picture Perfect are only stooges. JackHammer and Christian Schwiezer are only goons. Sent to snuff out anyone brave enough to stand up and take notice of the degradation of the nCw. No matter, they must be dealt the sword of justice. Or else there's no telling who they may pin...
Or submit...
...or kill...
Mike Machado: Looking over the case file, it appears more research is necessary for the most immediate threat. Don't take this as an insult, detective Blair, but I fear I must insist that I do this personally. Years of detective work have made me an expert at information gathering. You keep yourself busy, and for god’s sake man, keep your guard up at all times.
No stone left unturned...
No lace left untied...
Walking into the office, the vixen secretary behind the desk catches my eye. Sure, she may look innocent enough at first, but behind those big blue eyes lie secrets capable of crumbling an empire. I wave my partner ahead of me, hoping he will make himself scarce while I work my magic.
Mike Machado: Hello, miss…
Misses Hart: Hart. Misses Hart.[/color]
As I stroke my luxurious mustache, I catch her staring at it and licking her lips. Nobody resists the mustache. She’s mine already, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
Mike Machado: Misses Hart. My name is detective Mike Machado. I’m with the nCwPD.
Misses Hart: I wasn’t aware the nCw had a police department… Am I in some kind of trouble, detective?[/color]
Mike Machado You don’t have to be, unless you’re into that kind of thing. I have some cuffs in the car.
Not really.
But really, I have them.
A disarming smile, and a sexy chuckle later, and she’s melting into my hands, not in my mouth. …Or the other way around. I’m not really sure how that one goes.
Mike Machado: In all seriousness, ma’am. As long as you answer all my questions, this doesn’t have to be painful, unless you’re into that sort of thing… I have some bamboo shoots in the car…[/color]
Misses Hart: …Who the hell are you? I’m going to call security…[/color]
Inconceivable! She’s somehow seen through my irresistible charm. She’s saying no to the mustache! It’s no matter, my partner has finished canvassing the perimeter, now is our chance to make our move.
Mike Machado: Well then, Misses Hart. I can see you aren’t going to make this easy. Maybe you’ll answer these questions a little more truthfully if I took you down to the station. Book her Detective Blair.
I turn to make my exit, but it’s too late. The bastards have me right where they want me. I step on my shoelace, and fall to the ground. After that…
The darkness…
Maybe I was too cocky. Maybe JackHammer and Mr. Schwiezer pose more of a threat than I had originally assumed. Maybe we’re walking into a trap, one that we’ll never get out of. How the hell are we supposed to climb out of a trap with untied shoelaces?
But know this. Wherever evil lurks, whatever dark corner it decides to hide itself in.
I’ll be there.
My mustache will light the way.
As long this city needs a hero, I’ll be that hero. And when it doesn’t need a hero, maybe I’ll be something else.
I
Am
MustacheMan[/i]
(Fade out on the MustacheSignal)
My partner has reported a disturbing crime. The talent of the nCw is missing, and he suspects foul play. Valuable members of the roster have disappeared, and been replaced by useless doppelgangers; unfit to tie the laces on his boots. If an epidemic of untied boots were to strike this organization, we'd be dangerously unprepared.
I'm here to get to the bottom of it all. Maybe, in the process, I can save a few lives. I'll leave no stone unturned; no lace untied. It's my duty to protect this city, and I'll die before I watch wrestlers step on their laces, and possibly suffer an ankle sprain, or a scraped knee. I'm detective Mike Machado, Magnum P.I. Jr.
Mike Machado:I like your style, detective Blair; straight to the scene of the crime; into the dragons lair; right down to the source of evil, the den of the devil himself.
My partner and I ride head on, into the headquarters of New Championship Wrestling. A company rife with vile corruption, led by evil, greedy men. Always looking to make a buck, no matter who they hurt...
Or kill...
Mike Machado: When we finally arrive, be on your guard, detective. You never know what these men are capable of: Cover-ups, cover-downs.
As we ride, I realize that the worst part is, we have no clue who's in on it. It's apparent that the two men sent to keep us quiet at Picture Perfect are only stooges. JackHammer and Christian Schwiezer are only goons. Sent to snuff out anyone brave enough to stand up and take notice of the degradation of the nCw. No matter, they must be dealt the sword of justice. Or else there's no telling who they may pin...
Or submit...
...or kill...
Mike Machado: Looking over the case file, it appears more research is necessary for the most immediate threat. Don't take this as an insult, detective Blair, but I fear I must insist that I do this personally. Years of detective work have made me an expert at information gathering. You keep yourself busy, and for god’s sake man, keep your guard up at all times.
No stone left unturned...
No lace left untied...
Walking into the office, the vixen secretary behind the desk catches my eye. Sure, she may look innocent enough at first, but behind those big blue eyes lie secrets capable of crumbling an empire. I wave my partner ahead of me, hoping he will make himself scarce while I work my magic.
Mike Machado: Hello, miss…
Misses Hart: Hart. Misses Hart.[/color]
As I stroke my luxurious mustache, I catch her staring at it and licking her lips. Nobody resists the mustache. She’s mine already, and she doesn’t even know it yet.
Mike Machado: Misses Hart. My name is detective Mike Machado. I’m with the nCwPD.
Misses Hart: I wasn’t aware the nCw had a police department… Am I in some kind of trouble, detective?[/color]
Mike Machado You don’t have to be, unless you’re into that kind of thing. I have some cuffs in the car.
Not really.
But really, I have them.
A disarming smile, and a sexy chuckle later, and she’s melting into my hands, not in my mouth. …Or the other way around. I’m not really sure how that one goes.
Mike Machado: In all seriousness, ma’am. As long as you answer all my questions, this doesn’t have to be painful, unless you’re into that sort of thing… I have some bamboo shoots in the car…[/color]
Misses Hart: …Who the hell are you? I’m going to call security…[/color]
Inconceivable! She’s somehow seen through my irresistible charm. She’s saying no to the mustache! It’s no matter, my partner has finished canvassing the perimeter, now is our chance to make our move.
Mike Machado: Well then, Misses Hart. I can see you aren’t going to make this easy. Maybe you’ll answer these questions a little more truthfully if I took you down to the station. Book her Detective Blair.
I turn to make my exit, but it’s too late. The bastards have me right where they want me. I step on my shoelace, and fall to the ground. After that…
The darkness…
Maybe I was too cocky. Maybe JackHammer and Mr. Schwiezer pose more of a threat than I had originally assumed. Maybe we’re walking into a trap, one that we’ll never get out of. How the hell are we supposed to climb out of a trap with untied shoelaces?
But know this. Wherever evil lurks, whatever dark corner it decides to hide itself in.
I’ll be there.
My mustache will light the way.
As long this city needs a hero, I’ll be that hero. And when it doesn’t need a hero, maybe I’ll be something else.
I
Am
MustacheMan[/i]
(Fade out on the MustacheSignal)