Drug Problems

[Illuminati]

The camera pans to the backstage area, two security guards are going through various boxes and bags.

 

Guard 1: Hey Frankie?

 

Guard 2: Yeah Chuck?

 

Chuck stops looking through a box and strokes his chin for a moment, thinking.

 

Chuck: If someone were sneaking cocaine into the arenas, don’t you think they’d have a better way of getting it in than in boxes?

 

Frankie: How else would they do it?

 

Chuck: The only other way would be some kind of agreement with talent, have some guys smuggling the stuff in.

 

Frankie: I know some talent has been fired for using, but trafficking? You’d need some top level guys helping out or trafficking themselves to be successful.

 

Chuck:Who’s to say that they aren’t?

 

Frankie: Do you know what you’re saying? And let’s say you are right; how are we going to get to the bottom of who it is?

 

Chuck: … We need someone who’s a member of the talent… someone who’s in it, but someone we can trust, someone beyond reproach… and I think I know just who we need.

[Illuminati]

The scene opens with Chuck and Frankie entering a room backstage.

 

The camera is placed in such a way that we can’t see who the duo is speaking to.

 

Chuck: Hey man, you’re one of the best guys on the roster, and you’re a pretty decent fighter to boot.

 

Chuck: I guess what I’m trying to say, is that we need your help stopping this cocaine menace backstage.

 

After a long pause the camera pans to reveal OCW’s resident vigilante LIGERMASK.

 

Ligermask gives his signature goofy smile and a peace sign, acknowledging that he’s willing to help.

 

Frankie: Oh boy! This is great! With a hero like you we’ll be able to solve this cocaine problem in no time!

[Illuminati]

The three men are wandering some of the more poorly lit hallways backstage, near the cargo area of the arena.

 

Chuck is scanning the area with a flashlight while Frankie is periodically checking boxes and crates.

 

Ligermask is climbing up onto the boxes and looking across the darkness.

 

Chuck: We haven’t had much luck finding anything here, Ligermask are you sure this is where the pushers would be operating?

Ligermask nods excitedly and makes a series of complex hand gestures and poses.

 

Frankie nods his head and ponders for a moment.

 

Frankie: You’re right Ligermask, this area is perfect for them, little exposure, no reason for security or talent to be back here.

 

Frankie shakes his head in frustration

 

Frankie: But you’re seeing the same things as us, there’s no sign of them here.

 

Just as he finishes Ligermask leaps from his perch and darts off into the darkness. Chuck follows his movements with the flashlight.

 

After a few moments of searching through the darkness to find him it finally settles on Ligermask pushing a crate.

 

Upon moving the crate Ligermask reveals a trap door, he delivers an enthusiastic thumbs up indicating his success.

 

Chuck: Ligermask you crazy bastard, you may have just blown this case wide open.

[Illuminati]

Our three heroes venture down a dark hallway that appears to be part of an unused basement from the building which occupied the old stadium grounds.

 

Frankie and Chuck appear to be lagging nervously behind as Ligermask valiantly leads the way.

 

Frankie: Are you sure we shouldn’t be calling for backup or something?

 

Chuck: What do you mean backup?! We work for stadium security?!

 

Ligermask turns as he walks and delivers several strange hand signs before continuing on his way.

 

Frankie: Ligermask is right, we’re just here to collect evidence, we just have to keep things stealthy and everything will be fine.

 

Chuck: Yeah… just collect evidence and then we can get the police to take care of everything.

 

As the trio reaches the end of the hallway Ligermask looks back at Frankie and Chuck and gives them a reassuring nod, he then pushes open the door to bright lights.

[Illuminati]

Frankie, Chuck and Ligermask are standing at the entrance of a massive room.

 

The room is packed with armed guards and workers processing packaging and moving cocaine.

 

As the door bursts open the armed guards all turn to our trio and raise their guns. The three all raise their hands.

 

A group of five guards approach them all yelling in spanish, as one gets closer Ligermask leaps into action he backhands one of the armed men and pulls his pistol out of its holster.

 

And in one fluid motion three shots ring out, the moment seems to hang in the air for an eternity.

 

Then Chuck hits the ground, clutching at his pee pee.

 

A twisted smile spreads across Ligermask’s face. Almost in disgusts he spits his words out.

 

Ligermask: Puta gringo.

[Illuminati]

Frankie looks down at Chuck clutching his crotch and writhing in pain

 

CHUCK[/: HE SHOT ME IN THE DICK WITH A RED PAINTBALL

 

then to the armed men, and then to Ligermask, incredulous.

 

Frankie: It was you all along you son of a bitch.

 

Ligermask pats the guard on the neck and hands him his gun back, he points to some guards and calls them over.

 

Three guards approach, Ligermask turns his back to Frankie and the camera and takes off the blood stained Liger Mask.

 

As he grabs a towel from another guard all that we can make out is Ligermask’s long dirty blonde hair as he wipes his face and hair with the towel.

 

He hands off the now blood covered towel and grabs a new black mask from another guard.

 

He puts the mask on and turns back around to Frankie, the third guard hands Ligermask a cigar.

 

Ligermask quickly runs it under his nose and smells the cigar to judge its quality, satisfied he bites the end off and motions for a match.

 

The very same guard lights a match and hands it to Ligermask, who lights the cigar, he inhales deeply and exhales a puff of smoke.

 

He scans the room and calls out.

 

Ligermask: La Lengua, aqui.

 

A smallish man pushes through various people on his way down from an upper level.

 

He approaches and salutes Ligermask.

 

La Lengua: Si Patron?

 

Ligermask takes the cigar out of his mouth and points to Frankie. He speaks slowly and deliberately putting emphasis on each word.

 

Ligermask: Traduces par mi.

 

Ligermask begins to speak through La Lengua.

 

Ligermask: For months, I have been operating the most successful drug trafficking ring in the Americas.

 

Ligermask: Did you really think two know nothing security guards could topple an operation like mine?

 

Ligermask: We could have continued operating in the shadows if it pleased me… but now we’ve grown strong.

 

Ligermask: Strong enough, and rich enough that we can operate openly. So go, tell your bosses, the Liger Cartel has arrived in OCW.