Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2017 4:34:33 GMT -5
Video Archive #0005
P.I.
*****
Zachary Knight is standing in a messy office. There are stacks of paperwork everywhere, including the desk. Sitting in a chair behind the desk is an older man in poor health. Zach stands on the other side of the desk.
Investigator: Have a seait.
Zach looks around.
Zach: Nah. I am good. Thanks.
Investigator: Have it your way. So what do you have for me?
Zach: So here is all of the information I have on her. Find out what you can. She screwed my family over. She claims to be the altruistic person. And I think it all a sham.
Investigator: You sure about this? I mean, it could get costly.
Zach: I just need it done. Whether it’s you or some other schlub.
Investigator: Okay. I will be in contact. Give me a few days. I am sure what I will find, but this is something to go forward with for now. Half now, half later.
Zach grabs an envelope with a stack of cashed shoved into it. The investigator looks it over and counts mentally.
Zach: There. Now get it done. I have a show coming up and need something on her. I just know there has to be something.
Investigator: You really hate this chick, don’t you? She’s kinda cute.
Zach: Dude. The fuck? Just get it done. Okay? You have my cell.
The investigator nods and heads out the door as Zach follows him out to the parking lot.
Zach: The King of the Heavyweights. Sounds like a dude that is having an identity crisis. He claims to be this King. And wait, isn’t there another King or something too? Who the fuck knows honestly. I wish that Yuji would have beat him at Ultimate Resolve to dethrone this egotistical ass. But I guess that it will fall onto me to do. I held a Heavyweight Championship before so this would not be breaking ground for me. It would further show why that some people are simply Born Better. It’s cute to have little nicknames. I mean, I am “The Legacy” for crying out loud. But that is because I come from a line of athletes. Matthew, was your mother a Queen? Or your father a King? Were they even a Duke, Duchess, or something of royalty? Or is that moniker just a farce? I will go with the final option.
See the thing is, when it comes to facing strong opponents inside of the ring you will happily cut corners to make sure. While that is fine and dandy, calling yourself the King is a bit of a joke now. Isn’t it? We will learn this weekend how much of your own kingdom you truly rule over. I am not afraid of you, Shields. Nor is most. I guess it wouldn’t be out of the realm of saying, off with your head.
Zach is sitting out in the lobby of the investigator’s office again. He checks his phone.
Zach: Fuck. This dude is already thirty minutes late.
Within a couple of more minutes, the investigator rushes into the lobby and begins to unlock the door with a coffee in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.
Investigator: I am sorry, Mr. Smith.
Zach: Mr. Knight.
Investigator: Sorry. Mr. Knight. Come in. Come on. So I found out some stuff on Miss Parker. She hasn’t gotten into any trouble.
Zach: Really?
Investigator: No parking tickets. No points on her license. Not even a jaywalking ticket.
Zach: For fuck’s sake.
Investigator: But there is one…
Zach: What is it?
Investigator: Well this is sort of deep.
Zach sits down in the chair across the desk from the man.
Investigator: So she claims her parents were killed in a car accident. And her grandmother raised her.
Zach: Yeah, and?
Investigator: Well it seems that they might have not been what she thinks they are….
P.I.
*****
Zachary Knight is standing in a messy office. There are stacks of paperwork everywhere, including the desk. Sitting in a chair behind the desk is an older man in poor health. Zach stands on the other side of the desk.
Investigator: Have a seait.
Zach looks around.
Zach: Nah. I am good. Thanks.
Investigator: Have it your way. So what do you have for me?
Zach: So here is all of the information I have on her. Find out what you can. She screwed my family over. She claims to be the altruistic person. And I think it all a sham.
Investigator: You sure about this? I mean, it could get costly.
Zach: I just need it done. Whether it’s you or some other schlub.
Investigator: Okay. I will be in contact. Give me a few days. I am sure what I will find, but this is something to go forward with for now. Half now, half later.
Zach grabs an envelope with a stack of cashed shoved into it. The investigator looks it over and counts mentally.
Zach: There. Now get it done. I have a show coming up and need something on her. I just know there has to be something.
Investigator: You really hate this chick, don’t you? She’s kinda cute.
Zach: Dude. The fuck? Just get it done. Okay? You have my cell.
The investigator nods and heads out the door as Zach follows him out to the parking lot.
Zach: The King of the Heavyweights. Sounds like a dude that is having an identity crisis. He claims to be this King. And wait, isn’t there another King or something too? Who the fuck knows honestly. I wish that Yuji would have beat him at Ultimate Resolve to dethrone this egotistical ass. But I guess that it will fall onto me to do. I held a Heavyweight Championship before so this would not be breaking ground for me. It would further show why that some people are simply Born Better. It’s cute to have little nicknames. I mean, I am “The Legacy” for crying out loud. But that is because I come from a line of athletes. Matthew, was your mother a Queen? Or your father a King? Were they even a Duke, Duchess, or something of royalty? Or is that moniker just a farce? I will go with the final option.
See the thing is, when it comes to facing strong opponents inside of the ring you will happily cut corners to make sure. While that is fine and dandy, calling yourself the King is a bit of a joke now. Isn’t it? We will learn this weekend how much of your own kingdom you truly rule over. I am not afraid of you, Shields. Nor is most. I guess it wouldn’t be out of the realm of saying, off with your head.
Zach is sitting out in the lobby of the investigator’s office again. He checks his phone.
Zach: Fuck. This dude is already thirty minutes late.
Within a couple of more minutes, the investigator rushes into the lobby and begins to unlock the door with a coffee in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.
Investigator: I am sorry, Mr. Smith.
Zach: Mr. Knight.
Investigator: Sorry. Mr. Knight. Come in. Come on. So I found out some stuff on Miss Parker. She hasn’t gotten into any trouble.
Zach: Really?
Investigator: No parking tickets. No points on her license. Not even a jaywalking ticket.
Zach: For fuck’s sake.
Investigator: But there is one…
Zach: What is it?
Investigator: Well this is sort of deep.
Zach sits down in the chair across the desk from the man.
Investigator: So she claims her parents were killed in a car accident. And her grandmother raised her.
Zach: Yeah, and?
Investigator: Well it seems that they might have not been what she thinks they are….
