WHODUNNIT?
Part One
As Doctor John Watson came down for breakfast on this warm September morning, he entered the study and found his friend and colleague, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, reading a letter that had just arrived.
"Anything interesting?", asked Watson, seating himself at the dining table and pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Hmm, yes.", replied Holmes. "A letter from the United States, from a Mr. Mick Foley."
"Foley?", said Watson. "I'm not familiar with that name."
"And neither should you be, Watson, for he is the Commissioner of the World Wrestling Federation."
"Wrestling? Isn't that something to do with the Romans?"
"Not this form of wrestling, Watson. This is sports entertainment, but that is another story entirely."
Watson took a sip from his cup of tea, before deciding to leave it for a few moments to cool a little. He then set about eating his boiled egg. "So what does this Foley fellow want?", Watson asked.
"Mr. Foley has asked for my help in solving a crime which took place some ten months ago."
"Ten months? Why did he wait that long?"
"The reason for the delay I will go into later. The crime itself is more important. For last November, a gentleman by the name of Stone Cold Steve Austin was due to paticipate in a wrestling match with two other gentlemen, one known as Triple H, and the other describing himself as The Rock."
"So did he win?"
"I'm afraid, Watson, that he did not even make it to the match. He was attacked, run over, by an automobile!"
"An automobile? How dastardly! Who did it?"
"That is what Mr. Foley has asked me to determine. It would seem that there are many suspects in this cowardly act."
"How about those fellows, Triple H and The Stone?"
"The Rock, Watson. Although it is obvious that Triple H is a conspirator to the crime, along with two of his then associates, a Road Dogg and X-Pac, they were seen near the car when the crime took place. As for The Rock, it was actually his automobile which was used to perpatrate the crime itself, although he claims the automobile itself was stolen earlier in the day."
"Sounds like a lie to me, Holmes."
"Or is it? Because The Rock didn't actually benefit from Mr. Austin's absence from the match. Austin was replaced by rather a large fellow, Paul Wight, who sometimes goes by the name of The Big Show. Mr Wight had recently suffered the loss of his father, and would go on to win the contest, thus becoming the WWF champion in the process."
"Then it's this Wight fellow then."
"Hard to say. Although he is definitely a suspect, he has currently fallen on hard times."
"So where is he now then?"
"Ohio. But that is beyond the point, Watson."
"So what other suspects are there, Holmes?"
"There are a few, but we aren't going to get far in this case here in Baker Street. We must question the suspects in person." Holmes reached into the envelope, and pulled out two tickets.
"Tickets, Holmes? For the ballet?"
"No, Watson. They are for something called Raw Is War."
"A warzone, eh, Holmes? Doesn't sound very pleasant!"
Holmes grabbed his hat and coat. "Come Watson! Titan Towers awaits us! The game is afoot!"