Post by loubruno on Feb 1, 2014 16:42:35 GMT -5
I peer into the window and see the guy sitting at a computer with his back to me. Big mistake on his part. He seems to be copying and pasting things from one page to another. Thinking nothing of it I walk around to the back of the building and find a door. I pull out my lock-picks and start to go to work. After a few tries and a bit of luck I get the door open and slowly make my way inside.
Seeing that this guy 'Mike' knows a bit about Miss Cassablanas, I need to persuade him to give me some intel on her and what wrestling background she has. The house is your typical well almost typical male living quarters. It smells like dirty feet, pizza boxes on the counter, and a few bottles of wine with a single glass sitting in the sink. I look at the brand.
"Ugh, Barefoot. Such a primitive coarse wine that should never have been made."
I sit down at the table and make myself at home making just enough noise to here this 'Mike' guy walking towards me.
"Hello"
He shouts down the hall to me. I say nothing just tap my fingers onto the table a few more times.
"Is someone there? I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it."
I think to myself no he doesn't and no he won't use it. Pussy boy that he is having to go see a doctor and talk out his 'feelings'. Sounds like this guy just needs to get laid. Period. I can hear him take a few more steps closer now. He's nearly around the corner from the kitchen. Then I see his head dart for a quick look.
"HEY! What are you doing in my house?"
He says with a squeaky voice.
"Come in here and let's talk for a minute."
I say in a non-threatening way. I've learned over the years you catch more bees with honey and man do I use it.
"NO! Not until you tell me why your here and who you work for."
"Well my name is Lou and I noticed you coming out of Miss Cassablancas' building today as I was going by and I thought; maybe I should catch up with you and see what you have to offer me."
Mike peeks around the corner once more for a second or two looking me over as if to see if I had a weapon of my own. Sucker. He has everything in this kitchen that I need for him to talk I don't need to bring anything.
"Your that guy. The guy she has to wrestler on Massacre this Monday right?"
I nod.
"Indeed I am. Now how about you come in here and let's chat."
I slide a chair across the linoleum floor to him. He sticks about half his body out from around the corner testing the water so to speak.
"What if I don't want to talk about her. She seems to think were alike."
I chuckle a bit.
"Trust me guy we're nothing alike. Now come on in and let's help one another."
I wait a few seconds as I look around the room seeing what items I could use to persuade Mike to help me if he continues this shit up. Just then his hand reaches around and pulls the chair closer to him and sits in the hallway.
"I can speak and hear from here. Okay? Now what is it that you wan't?"
I give a grin as I lean back getting as comfortable as I can in a cheap wooden chair. With no cushion no less. Like I said crappy male living quarters.
"What can you tell me about her?"
Mike just shrugs his shoulders and speak very slowly now.
"I don't know man, she's my shrink and we more or less talk about how I try to hide things and keep emotions bottled up and that I'm lazy. She compared me to you."
I become angry and clench my right fist under the table so Mike can't see it. There's about four steps between us. I bet I can do it in three just as he starts to back up. I go for it. Just like I predicted I caught Mike right under the jaw and he's out cold.
"Dumb ass. Now the fun begins."
I say with a devilish smile.
Thirty minutes later...
I splash some hot water on Mike's crotch and he wakes up with his eyes bulging out of his head screaming bloody murder.
"OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"Careful Mickey, don't want to alarm the neighbors do we?"
I say in a threatening tone as I stand behind him. He tries to look but the duct tape holding him down is doing it's job.
"I swear if you let me go I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll beat her up, I'll wreck her car, I'll.."
I slap him in the back of the head with a rolling pin. Not too hard but just enough to leave a nice size welt instantly.
"You don't think that I could just go and do that myself? I can but then who would I face on Monday and people will start pointing fingers at me if every wrestler I faced started ending up in unfortunate accidents. No what I want from you is to give her a bit of a warning next time you see her. Okay?"
I take crushed red peppers and toss it into his face. Mike starts to sneeze and cry of the burning.
"Okay I'll do it! Just let me go alright. Please!"
Ah begging, I miss that the most from my previous job. Making someone beg and plead with you. Getting whatever you want just by causing some pain. It's satisfying.
"If you see here before our match on Massacre tell her that I'm not lazy nor am I going to take it easy on her just because she's a women. No far from it. I plan on beating her like an abusive boyfriend around that ring to the point where she's lifeless then I'll remove her top and degrade her further by motor-boating her tits. Maybe then OCW will get some real air time and put them on the map."
Mike shakes his head frantically up and down agreeing.
"Yeah I'll say it just like that Lou. Now can you let me go?"
I grin as I place a dull butter knife in Mike's left hand.
"Free yourself. I've got to go see a man about a horse."
Shot Fades...
Seeing that this guy 'Mike' knows a bit about Miss Cassablanas, I need to persuade him to give me some intel on her and what wrestling background she has. The house is your typical well almost typical male living quarters. It smells like dirty feet, pizza boxes on the counter, and a few bottles of wine with a single glass sitting in the sink. I look at the brand.
"Ugh, Barefoot. Such a primitive coarse wine that should never have been made."
I sit down at the table and make myself at home making just enough noise to here this 'Mike' guy walking towards me.
"Hello"
He shouts down the hall to me. I say nothing just tap my fingers onto the table a few more times.
"Is someone there? I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it."
I think to myself no he doesn't and no he won't use it. Pussy boy that he is having to go see a doctor and talk out his 'feelings'. Sounds like this guy just needs to get laid. Period. I can hear him take a few more steps closer now. He's nearly around the corner from the kitchen. Then I see his head dart for a quick look.
"HEY! What are you doing in my house?"
He says with a squeaky voice.
"Come in here and let's talk for a minute."
I say in a non-threatening way. I've learned over the years you catch more bees with honey and man do I use it.
"NO! Not until you tell me why your here and who you work for."
"Well my name is Lou and I noticed you coming out of Miss Cassablancas' building today as I was going by and I thought; maybe I should catch up with you and see what you have to offer me."
Mike peeks around the corner once more for a second or two looking me over as if to see if I had a weapon of my own. Sucker. He has everything in this kitchen that I need for him to talk I don't need to bring anything.
"Your that guy. The guy she has to wrestler on Massacre this Monday right?"
I nod.
"Indeed I am. Now how about you come in here and let's chat."
I slide a chair across the linoleum floor to him. He sticks about half his body out from around the corner testing the water so to speak.
"What if I don't want to talk about her. She seems to think were alike."
I chuckle a bit.
"Trust me guy we're nothing alike. Now come on in and let's help one another."
I wait a few seconds as I look around the room seeing what items I could use to persuade Mike to help me if he continues this shit up. Just then his hand reaches around and pulls the chair closer to him and sits in the hallway.
"I can speak and hear from here. Okay? Now what is it that you wan't?"
I give a grin as I lean back getting as comfortable as I can in a cheap wooden chair. With no cushion no less. Like I said crappy male living quarters.
"What can you tell me about her?"
Mike just shrugs his shoulders and speak very slowly now.
"I don't know man, she's my shrink and we more or less talk about how I try to hide things and keep emotions bottled up and that I'm lazy. She compared me to you."
I become angry and clench my right fist under the table so Mike can't see it. There's about four steps between us. I bet I can do it in three just as he starts to back up. I go for it. Just like I predicted I caught Mike right under the jaw and he's out cold.
"Dumb ass. Now the fun begins."
I say with a devilish smile.
Thirty minutes later...
I splash some hot water on Mike's crotch and he wakes up with his eyes bulging out of his head screaming bloody murder.
"OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"Careful Mickey, don't want to alarm the neighbors do we?"
I say in a threatening tone as I stand behind him. He tries to look but the duct tape holding him down is doing it's job.
"I swear if you let me go I'll do whatever it is you want. I'll beat her up, I'll wreck her car, I'll.."
I slap him in the back of the head with a rolling pin. Not too hard but just enough to leave a nice size welt instantly.
"You don't think that I could just go and do that myself? I can but then who would I face on Monday and people will start pointing fingers at me if every wrestler I faced started ending up in unfortunate accidents. No what I want from you is to give her a bit of a warning next time you see her. Okay?"
I take crushed red peppers and toss it into his face. Mike starts to sneeze and cry of the burning.
"Okay I'll do it! Just let me go alright. Please!"
Ah begging, I miss that the most from my previous job. Making someone beg and plead with you. Getting whatever you want just by causing some pain. It's satisfying.
"If you see here before our match on Massacre tell her that I'm not lazy nor am I going to take it easy on her just because she's a women. No far from it. I plan on beating her like an abusive boyfriend around that ring to the point where she's lifeless then I'll remove her top and degrade her further by motor-boating her tits. Maybe then OCW will get some real air time and put them on the map."
Mike shakes his head frantically up and down agreeing.
"Yeah I'll say it just like that Lou. Now can you let me go?"
I grin as I place a dull butter knife in Mike's left hand.
"Free yourself. I've got to go see a man about a horse."
Shot Fades...