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Glisten · **08-11-2015, 11:54 AM**

Who did it? It was all I could think about for the next several hours. On one hand, I have to prepare for a fight I have coming up with the masked bull known as Robbie Bourbon; on the other hand, I have this case that was thrown across my desk. This whole thing was new to me; balancing two jobs that I love and take up a lot of my time. I was always Glisten, but here as a detective I had a different name that people called me - Mason Irick, or Detective Irick. I took a leave of absence because they feared I was too emotionally attached to my cases and need a short break. During the time off, I felt it was time to fulfill my urges for my other life's calling - to be a professional wrestler and entertainer. Both of my jobs would allow me to help others in many ways and it was going to be perfect. Two days ago I returned to my old office and was welcomed back by my co-workers, and not five minutes after I sat down - a thick folder was slammed on my desk. "Here you go, Mason. Welcome back." I didn't think they would throw a case at me so early, but it was part of the job and I was fine with it.

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Glisten is walking around the Monterrey Arena, where Wednesday Night Warfare is going to take place.

"I love how our conversations have been going back and forth, Robbie. It brings great delight to know you are listening to every word I'm saying. You tell me that you don't give ' two fucks about how someone else gets their rocks off,' but I think you do. I think it puzzles your little mind as to why I say the things I do; perhaps it bothers you. Why else would you spend so much of your breath on talking about anything I say about you, or about myself? I think it's slowly turning you on, and that's alright big boy. I'm getting turned on myself.

I can only imagine the deep excitement you have when you talk about me. You don't just talk about the ability I've shown in the ring in two matches; how I look; how I talk; but you actually go deeper into talking about the things I display with action or imagine the things I might have done sexually, such as playing with myself. I wonder how long you sat and thought about what I'm doing on that same night. When you said, 'Out with the old, in with the compassion,' don't worry big boy, I'll definitely come in with some compassion.

I thought it was really cute the way you took what I said about fudging, and gave the urban definition to the word. Since you like to look at things in such a literal way, then how about we take a look at something you do in the same. You use the word 'fucking' a lot. Remember that naughty mouth of yours that's going to be w washed out? Heh. Mmm. Well, let's use that urban dictionary to define 'fucking' - 1. The man's erect penis rapidly thrusting back and forth in the woman's vagina (or an anus). 2. The woman's vagina (or an anus)rubbing up and down on the man's erect penis. 3. The action of the penis penetrating an object or a person. 4. An insertion of the vagina that is pleasing to the woman. You said, 'It's a fucking shame that Sebastian Duke had to retire just when the new god damned standard of the XWF just came 'round.' It doesn't make much sense to talk about a penis thrusting in something in that sentence, unless of course you are thinking about thrusting your little masked man into something of Sebastian Duke's. Now, if that's the case, then we're onto something even more spectacular than I even thought this coming Wednesday Night.

In fact, lover, you say the word 'fuck' or 'fucking' so much that it makes me realize the real reason we're facing off in a match. You need me to help you. You need the thrusting, compassion, and release. We all can hear you begging for it in the way you talk to me. There's no denying what you're really after, Robbie, non whatsoever. It's going to be a wild dance underneath the lights in front of thousands of eyes."

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"Detective Irick, since you're going to Mexico in a few days for some reason, you can look into this case. The suspect we're looking for doesn't live too far away from where you're going and we figure, why not look into what you can before you return to the states." It made sense. I really wanted my trip to Mexico to be special, especially since Robbie and I seem to be hitting it off. I think I can handle both. If anyone can, it's me.

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"I like the pet name you gave me: Whistler. My jaw wired shut. Oh, honey suckle, that makes me want to do summer salts all around this building."

Glisten begins to do summer salts and goes out of camera view. After a good while, he is coming back into scene from the right doing summer salts. He stops after three more.

"You see what you do to me, Robbie? You have created something magical between us. 'I'ma beat your ass so bad you'll piss blood. See you in the fucking ring, Whistler.' - Oh yes, Robbie, that's the kind of talk I like hearing. Punch me hard! So hard my jaw is wired shut and I have to simply obey your every command. Beat my ass! No one will be able to hear me since I'm wired shut. Beat me so hard I piss blood and tears fall from my eyes. Watch me in the ring - fucking. Oh, Robbie, this is our moment to shine. Disney's "Magical" Kingdom will be nothing compared to our Magical Moment. It'll be something no one will ever forget, including you and I big boy. I look forward to it. Our meeting can't come quick enough."

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The world hasn't changed as much as people like to think it has. There's new buildings; televisions in more places; more technology and several other things that make the illusion of change. People are still people, and do stupid things. There isn't more war going on than there has been in the last thousand years, in fact, it's probably the same. Why the outburst in war and puzzled faces about there's so much evil going on? It's being covered by the radio, television, and the internet. This, my friends, is the world in which I have to solve cases in - which technically would say I'm better than Sherlock Holmes.

There are smart criminals and dumb criminals; lucky for me I get to deal with the more intelligent ones. I wouldn't say they are smart since they get caught when I'm looking for them; I always get my man, as Glisten or Detective Irick. I know that was Wednesday rolls around, it will be no different. Robbie will be squeezed in my arms and this so called mastermind of a criminal will be brought to justice.

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"Between you and I, my honey bee, I like your language. It doesn't matter if it makes much sense or you're secretly hiding some wild fetish. It drives me wild to hear you talk with such passion and rage, while maintaining a piece of comedy in the mix. The soap from the "men" of the people will be given to the "man" for the people. It's a perfect solution to the case that is you and I. What better way to fix everything between us? The way you speak. Oh! The language you use - it's mind orgasmic. The way you talk about beating my ass, fudging me and giving me a new gimmick where I can't scream for help while you make me pee blood - oh, darling! You may have others fooled, precious, but not I. No - no - no. I see what you're really saying and I hear you. I accept it. I want you to beat me so where my jaw is wired shut. I want you to make me bleed all over. I want you to wipe your sweat all over my bloody body and let me taste the flavor. Don't let me down, big boy. Hurt me. Let's come Wednesday and leave it all out there for everyone to see. "

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Who did it? I was going to find out before I left this place. I wish it were easy as Professor Plumb.. in the kitchen.. with the rope. Mmmm, rope. Perhaps I should bring some with me to my match.

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