A man approached him and asked if he could punch hoodini in the stomache to see how strong his abs are. Hoodini aggred, but before he had a chance to prepare himself, the man struck him and busted up his internals.
Hoodini then went on stage and did his show, while bleeding in his stomache, only to die right after the show had ended.

What even fewer of you may know is that hoodini was not just a magician, but a pervert! Not a Sigfried and Roy pervert who have sex with animals, that I can handle. One more like a sneakthief that steals the purses of unbeknownst women, except in a sexual way.

Ladies, have you ever been hoodinied while in bed with another man? You don't know what a hoodini is? Well let me tell you where to stick it:
So a guy asked you if he can stick his peter into your keister, you reluctantly agree, but only to make him happy. So about halfway through you're 'doggylike' encounter, he asks if he can give you a facial.

No, no, ladies, not a makeover, he wants to cover your face in ooey slimey sperm. Of course you ain't havin that, so you say no.

But that isn't good enough for him, so he spits on your back while you're still fucking. And of course, you, a women, being of below average intellegence when it comes to sex, Turns around thinking he's done only to have him blow his load all over your nice hairdue.

Congradulations, you have just been hoodinied!

Me, being the person that I am, had to know if Hoodini deserved such a reputation.
So here my investigation begins. I searched online for acts of hoodinidom, finding a few pictures in below average sites, although no concrete evidence that he himself performed such acts.
As we know, desperate times call for desperate measures. So I flew out to Las Vegas Nevada, where hoodini resided during the end of his life.
I found that his house was open for tours, So I decided to book myself one.

After I had gone through the tour I realized that it was nothing more then your usual bull shit trap scam, whatever, and I was going to have to kick some ass to find out some more answers.
Later that night I broke into the house to see if I could find any secrets. After about an hour of looking I found nothing more than, dirty used panties with skid marks in them, an entire closet full of more than 300 vibrating penis rings, and a box labeled: 'My greatest trick, making my crabs disappear'.
This was interesting, but it wasn't what I was looking for.
As I continued my search I saw a security guard patrolling the halls. Maybe he had some answers, surely I must find out.

I left the house and waited until morning when his shift ended. As I saw him leaving for his car I quickly ran up to him and kicked him right in his asshole. I knew that this wouldn't incapacitate him at all, but if you've ever kicked a man in his anus, the look on his face is priceless.
As he turned around to see who had done such a thing, I shot him in the chest with a stun gun that I'd purchased the day before, and watched him shake unconcious on the ground for about 20 seconds.

Later, back in my hotel, I'd tied him up in order to interrogate him. I also stripped him naked, just because that kind of thing is exiting from time to time.

When he awoke, I began to badger him with questions,"Do you know why you are here!?"
"No, I don't, who are you?"
"I'll be asking the questions here!" In order to make sure he knew I was serious, I lit a candle and dripped hot wax on his chest for about 2 minutes.
"Now then! Where does Hoodini hide his most personal of personal items!?"
"I... I can't tell you."
This angered me very much, so I cut off one of his nipples with a razor blade, and put it in my carry-on bag incase I wanted to play with it later.
"Well!?"
"I'll only tell you if... you give me a blowjob!"
This kind of a request was absolutely proposterous giving his position, but I did it anyway ONLY because I wanted to prove to him I was not a lesbian.

After he had told me where to go, I went back to the house and began my search once again.
Sure enough there was a loose floorboard right where the guard had said. As I peeked inside I saw hundreds of pictures and videos of women covered in jizz, with hoodini laughing standing next to them.

So the tales are true. This Hoodlumini is one hell of a pervert.

When I had finished masturbating, I put the pictures back and left the house. Unfortunately I forgot about the security guard, but I'm sure he's ok.