October 31st, 2011
Lakeville, Minnesota
Two eleven year-olds walk down a street in a suburban neighborhood after doing some late trick or treating. Dressed as a basketball player and Batman, they take a shortcut down an alley while counting their spoils.
"Man we made a killing tonight." Said the basketball kid.
"Yeah, and the old people gave out the full size bars this time." Said the Batman kid.
Coming out of the alley and turning the corner to head to the next block, the intimidating figure of Jason Voorhees is standing there. Both kids pause for a minute, frozen in fear. As they try to walk away, Jason stops them.
"What do you want?" Asks the Batman kid.
Staying silent, Jason takes the Batman kid's candy bag and shoves him to the ground. Basketball kid drops his bag and tries to pick up his friend. Jason picks up basketball kid by his collar and drops him on the ground.
"LEAVE US ALONE!" Batman kid screams.
As Jason starts to look through the other candy bag, he gets a tap on the back of his shoulder. He turns around to see Dean Ambrose in casual clothes, holding a hoagie. Ambrose with a pissed look, headbutts Jason, knocking him to the ground. Ambrose then helps the kids up and dusts them off.
"You guys alright?" Dean asks twirling his sandwich.
"Yeah, thanks mister." Says basketball kid.
"Maybe you two should get home, its getting late." Dean tells them.
Batman kid gives Dean a full size Snickers before saying thanks and leaving with his friend. He turns his attention to Jason, who is stumbling to get on his feet. Dean pulls him up and yanks his mask off, exposing a man who looks to be in his late thirties. Dean shoves him against a nearby wall.
"Is this how you get off? Bullying kids, you sick fuck!" Shouts Dean in his face.
"Look man, I was just playing. I wasn't gonna hurt them. I was just pretending, ya know. Like what movie monsters would do." The man says with fear in his voice.
"Oh you're a monster all right. What you do hurts kids mentally more than physically. I was bullied as a kid. By my classmates, by random idiots at the park, and even my dad when he was drunk enough." Dean says, lowering his voice to a whisper.
Dean knees the man in the crotch, dropping him to the ground. Dean picks him up again, pushing him back against the wall. Dean leans in to the man's face, their noses touching. His eyes making straight contact. Burning a hole through the man as if Ghost Rider was looking at him.
"You like foreplay?" Asks Dean with an evil grin crawling across his face.
Roman and Seth, also in casual clothing, sit in a home of a client a few blocks away. This was a special request from the bosses wife, Stephanie. So this was an important job for them. A woman wearing a lovely evening dress, walks in from the kitchen, putting glasses of apple cider on the table.
"Thank you Ms. Stratus." Roman says grabbing a glass.
"You can call me Trish." She replied. "Is your partner going to be here soon?"
A knock comes on her door. She looks through the peep hole to see a Jason Voorhees mask. As she opens the door, Dean lifts the mask, and asks "what's up".
"Come on man, we been waiting on you. You were supposed to just be getting a sandwich." Seth said while Dean comes in.
"Sorry, took a detour." Says Dean, sitting down and chomping on his hoagie.
"Well at least we can get started. So what's the problem Trish." Asks Roman.
"In the past few months, two people have overdosed in their homes. Teenagers to be exact. On what, I don't know. The police are being pretty quiet. Assuming they don't want to scare the locals with talks of drugs and dealers. There has to be someone around here who's dealing, but I can't seem to find a source. The police can't make any arrests without solid evidence. I don't want my kids exposed to this, so I need you guys to roll around and find out where this is coming from." Trish explains.
"Okay, sounds simple enough. Where should we start?" Asks Seth.
"I've asked about a couple people who have known drug problems around here. No one knows anything. Or they're too ignorant to talk. Maybe they're going out of town to buy?" She insists.
"I bet $20 there's some creep selling near the deli where I got this sandwich. Perhaps around the mini-mart." Says Ambrose with a mouth full of food.
"You would know, but I guess that's a good place to start. Thanks again for your hospitality." Says Seth. "We'll notify you when we get this figured out. Lets roll fellas."
Black Cerberus get up and make their way out. Dean turns around, guzzles some cider and gives Trish a wink and gun before leaving.
"Man she was hot. A total MILF." Says Seth, hopping in the car.
"She's good friends with Stephanie. So lets not screw this up." Roman says, starting the car.
They roll down the street discussing their potential plan. While at a red light, Seth looks over and sees a man handcuffed to a street light in his underwear. A Snickers bar stuffed in his mouth.
"Look at that poor bastard. People do some sick stuff." Says Seth.
The light turns green and they move on, while Dean waves at the man from the backseat. Pulling up at the mini-mart, Dean hops out and goes into the store while Roman and Seth sit back and chat. Dean grabs some waters. He makes his way to the register, and bumps shoulders with a teenager coming from the ATM.
"Sorry man." Apologizing as he leaves the store.
Dean notices the teens tired eyes and suspicious walk. Dean pays for his stuff and hurries back outside, jumping in the car.
"Follow that guy who just came out the store, I think he's a buyer." Dean tells Roman.
Slowly following the teen down a couple blocks, he ends up behind the local pharmacy. A bald man wearing a white coat comes out the back door. The teen pulls out money from his pocket and makes an exchange with the man. The man goes back inside as the teen walks off. Seth pops out from the shadows, stopping him.
"Hand over whatever you just bought." Seth tells him.
"No way, buy your own." He says turning around to run away, but bumps into Roman and Dean.
"Hand it over." Says Roman, towering over him.
"Alright you can have it." Says the teen handing over a small baggie of yellow powder.
"We're not here to hurt you man, we just want to get you some help and find out who's selling this stuff." Said Seth putting his arm on the teens shoulder. "What's your name man?"
"Louis. Look, I usually don't do this stuff, but I heard it gave you a good feeling. It's called Goldust." He said.
"The fuck is Goldust?" Asks Dean sniffing the powder.
"It's supposed to be a smoother cocaine. Easier on your head and nose. I usually take percs, but I needed something cheaper. I got fired last week." Said Louis, starting to shake.
"Percs? Cocaine? The fuck is wrong with you?" Asks Dean.
"This stuff is out here killing people, and you wanna snort it? That's not how you deal with things dude." Seth tells him.
Louis lowers his head and starts crying. Telling the trio how bad things were going in his life, and he just wanted to forget his problems. Roman offers to take him home while Seth and Dean wait for the pharmacist. Ten minutes later, the pharmacist comes out the back door. Seth grabs him, judo flips him to the ground and twists his arm in backwards. Dean kneels down next to him.
"Happy Halloween baldy, real nice cover you got going on. Of course no one would suspect the pharmacist of selling coke. I gotta give you a golf clap for that. Now tells us where to find the rest."
"FUCK YOU!" The bald man yells.
Seth twists his arm more and pops his shoulder, as the man screams in pain.
"Look baldy, my friend here knows karate and all types of Bruce Lee shit. He can do a lot more damage. Why don't you save yourself a hospital bill. Start talking." Dean asks.
Seth presses his foot against the mans head and continues to twist the arm.
"OKAY. 5150 Ray Ave. That's where my guys are!" The man screams out.
Seth lets go of the arm and stomps his head into the ground, knocking baldy out. Roman pulls into the parking lot, flashing his lights. Seth and Dean pick up the bald man and throw him into the trunk. Roman looks over to see an old man staring from the sidewalk. Roman points his pistol at him, flicking it as a sign to move on. The old man scurries away.
"Alright, we got an address. Lets do this." Said Dean loading his pistol.
"We gotta do this clean, we don't need any extra attention." Roman tells him.
"Awww, why?" Dean moaned as he slumped in his seat.
"Because, WWE is a government funded military. We can't run around inciting massacres. It has to be somewhat professional. If they look bad, it comes back on us, and we don't get paid. Weren't you listening at all during our intelligence class?" Roman asks.
Dean stays silent and Seth gives a look like why he would even ask that question.
"Whatever." Says Roman, starting the car and pulling off.
The address takes them to the last house on the block of a one way street. They put on their Kevlar and ready themselves with tasers. A man is standing on the front porch of the drug house, smoking a cigarette, and playing on his phone. The dealer looks up to see Roman flying at him, tackling him through the closed front door. Seth and Dean jump over Roman into the house and see another guy on a couch playing video games. The man stands up and stumbles a little from drinking. As Dean heads upstairs, Seth runs over, launches himself off a coffee table and knees the drunk in the face. Dean busts in a bedroom door to find a female passed out.
"What the fuck is all that noise?" Says someone from another bedroom.
Dean goes through the hallway, and into the other room to find a guy getting a blowjob. The guy pushes the girl away, grabs a bat and swings at Dean with his pants down. Dean ducks and tases the man in his dick. He falls to the ground screaming, twitching wildly. Dean gives him a kick in the face for good measure.
"Everything good up there?" Asks Rollins.
"Good n' Plenty." Dean replies.
He turns his attention the girl hiding behind the bed, naked, and clearly drugged out of her mind. Dean takes off his Kevlar, drops his taser and offers his hoodie to the girl. She puts on the hoodie, and hugs Dean tightly. Tears streaming down her face. Dean hugs her back, patting her on the head.
A little while later, police are on the scene. The dealers and pharmacist from earlier are arrested and the women are helped into ambulances. The girl who was passed out almost overdosed, but was rescued in time. The naked woman from earlier, who helped police describe what happened, looks around for her saviors, but they're nowhere in sight. Black Cerberus looks on from a rooftop down the street. They called the police to come deal with the mess, but took off to keep their identities secret.
"Well that was fun. I'll let Trish know everything is alright." Says Seth texting on his work phone.
Roman looks over at Dean, who's been quiet since they left the house. Dean looks straight forward, a little zoned out.
"You good my man?" Asks Roman, lightly slapping Dean on the chest.
Dean snaps out of his trance, and nods at Roman. Seth comes from behind, throwing his arms around both of their shoulders.
"A sweet success. Ya know, I'm actually starting to like you guys. Anyone up for some candy?" Laughed Rollins.
Dean and Roman join him in laughter as they walk back to the car to head home.