EBWF Noir

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The scene began with a figure sitting behind a desk with it's back turned. A female figure. She was wearing a trench coat and fedora.

Mickie James: Not only were my parents rodeo clowns..

She spun around in to face the camera. She was still sporting her absurd clown make up.

Mickie James: But my great uncle was also a detective.

Inner Monologue: I've seen a case like this a hundred times. A number one contenders match. A title that needed a new champion. I'm going to crack this case wide open.

Todd Grisham was shown by the catering table backstage. He filled his plate with veggies as Mickie approached him. She held a black and white photograph of A.J. Lee.

Mickie James: Have you seen this girl? Approximately twelve years old. Looks kind of like a mouse.

Todd Grisham: Have you tried the Diva's locker room?

Mickie James: Don't lie to me! I'll send you up the river! Do you want to go to the gas chamber?!

Todd Grisham: What is this, I don't even..what?!

Mickie James: WHERE'S A.J.?! WHERE'S THE BOMB, JOKER?!

Todd Grisham: I don't know what you're talking about! Why don't you go ask Kaitlyn?!

Inner Monologue: My sharp detective skills had him sweating bullets. I've discovered a new clue. Kaitlyn. A.J.'s running buddy. I'm going to pay her a visit. The Chickbusters were about to get busted.

The other half of The Chickbusters was found leaning against a wall in a hallway. She had in one ear bud, quietly singing a tune to herself. She glanced up upon seeing Mickie coming closer to her.

Kaitlyn: Hey Mickie. Like your coat.

Mickie James: Don't play dumb with me, blondie. Where is your partner?

Kaitlyn: I'm not really sure? We came to the building together but she went off on her own. Probably getting ready for the match, ya know?

Mickie James: YOU'LL BE IN PRISON FOR YEARS! DON'T PROTECT HER!

Mickie shined a flash light in Kaitlyn's face and she squinted and held up a hand.

Kaitlyn: That's. Really. Bright.

Mickie James: WHERE DID YOU HIDE THE BODIES?!

Kaitlyn: Mickie? Not sure where A.J. is. Being legit.

Mickie James: We'll see how you like the L.A.P.D. breathing down your neck.

Mickie stomped off away from Kaitlyn.

Inner Monologue: Her alibi was skin tight. I was running out of leads. The case was slipping away from me. The chief is going to have my ass if I don't get some clues. Fast.

Mickie paused upon spotting a clipboard in front of her. She leaned in closely. It not only had listed when her match with A.J. would take place but also the approximate time in which it would occur.

Mickie James: Oh.

CASE CLOSED.