Post by Vice Squad on Nov 29, 2012 17:59:45 GMT -5
The Vice Squad logo flashes onto the middle of the screen as the Vice Squad theme plays. The voices of Lance and Hank can be heard,
Hank: What are we gonna this week Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every day Hank... Try dominate the Tag Division.
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
29th November, 11:34 AM
Coconut Grove
South Miami, Florida
We catch up with the Vice Squad, after having won their debut match in WBSW, back down in Miami. With their spirits high, we find them driving through south Miami in their trademark black Ferrari Spyder. It’s a relatively warm day but you won’t find any bikini clad women at this time of the year. Pity. The scene switches to a closer view of the Spyder, with Lance at the wheel. The Spyder is swerving through traffic, narrowly missing other cars. The camera pans to reveal a red Porsche recklessly driving up ahead – It’s a car chase!
The two cars snake through traffic heading towards the beach front. The Porsche cuts a red light and just misses an oncoming truck. The squad follow the Porsche as it takes a right turn and it’s smashes through a fruit stand, sending oranges, apples and melons all over the road. The Spyder sails through squashing the fruit caught under their wheels, as the old fruit seller shakes his fist in anger. The Porsche pulls up into an old warehouse parking lot and screeches to a halt. Two men jump out, wearing black barraclavas and carrying a brown bag one would suspect is full of money. Lance and Hank pull up with a perfectly executed skid and jump out. The thieves continue running and start running up the fire escape. Lance pulls out his gun and they both run over to the bottom of the fire escape. Lance fires a warning shot that misses the them by about a metre.
Lance: POLICE! STOP!
The thieves pay no attention and keep making their way to the top of the fire escape.
Lance: Ok, I’ll follow. You find a way inside the building to try head them off. Better call it in too.
Hank: Right.
Lance starts to make his way up the fire escape while Hank takes out his cell phone to call HQ.
Hank: Yeah this is Hank Sharpe, have followed suspects to the old Fisk Fish Factory. Suspects appear unarmed but get back-up down here asap.
HQ: Copy that, over….
Hank runs over to a nearby door which is luckily unlocked and goes inside. The scene switches back to Lance who has made it to the top of the fire escape now. He makes it to the top just in time to see a door swinging shut. He runs through the door and down a short flight of stairs and finds himself in a darkened hallway. The factory, no longer in use, is dirty and dingy with empty boxes and rubbish littered all over the place. He spots the two theives up ahead running down the hallway.
Lance: STOP!
He follows them down the hallway as they knock over boxes in his path. Lance athletically jumps them and starts catching them up. He manages to catch up to them at the end of a hallway, as they have trouble opening a big rusty door. Lance slows to a steady walk and points his gun at them.
Lance: Hands above your head!
One of them turns around to face Lance, slowing raising his hands while the other keeps banging away at the door with his shoulder.
Lance: Stop what you're doing now! You are under arrest…..
Just then the door flies open and the thief is gone. His accomplice turns his head.
Lance: Don’t even think about it
Too late. The thief throws his brown bag at Lance who is caught off guard and the theif scarpers. Lance notices that the bag feels empty and takes a quick look inside. It is indeed empty. He throws it to the floor and gives chase again. Once through the door he finds himself in the big open warehouse floor on an upper walkway. He spies the two thieves making their way down a staircase which leads to the bottom floor and probably a way out. He looks over the balcony and notices an large shipping container below. He climbs the gantry and without looking twice drops to the container below. He rolls forward and is back on his feet in one swift movement. He jumps from the container to a stack of nearby crates and down on to the warehouse floor. The two thieves are running towards the main warehouse doors. He gives chase once more, starting to pant heavily but the adrenaline has kicked in. Just up ahead Hank bursts through a doorway and joins him chasing the culprits. Hank tackles one of them to the ground as Lance races past. The thief has managed to get the doors open but can’t escape. Lance manages to catch up to him and tackles him to the ground, the second brown bag he was carrying goes flying.
Lance: That’s some cold, hard justice for ya punk!
The next scene opens outside in the warehouse yard, filled with the flashing lights of cop cars. We find see Lance and Hank stood by the Spyder catching their breath as unnamed cops handcuff the two thieves and put them in the back of the cop cars. The Chief Sergeant walks over to them.
Chief: Well done Squad, another crime foiled
Lance: Just doing our duty..
Chief: The second bag the perp had was full of the money they stole from the shop. We’ll return it to the rightful owner once was photograph it for evidence.
Lance and Hank high five and perform an Air Guitar worthy of Bill and Ted.
Lance: Good. I guess that crime... doesn’t pay.
Hank: I can’t believe you just said that.
Chief: Neither can I. You two look like you could use a little break. We’ve got it from here..
Hank: Nothing like a good run down for a work out is there Lance.
The Vice Squad logo spins into the screen and several seconds of footage of Lance and Hank doing their trademark dance, The Funky Monkey, is shown. The scene fades out into the next scene.
29th November, 1:13pm
Ricardo's Bar
Miami, Florida
The scene returns outside of Ricardo's Bar, The Squads favourite hang out, with the Spyder parked in a nearby car park. The scene switches to the inside with Lance and Hank sat at the bar. Ricardo, a rather effeminate looking, tanned man with a long black pony tail walks over to them.
Ricardo: What will it be guys, the usual?
Lance: No... We’re on duty, just give us some Pineapple Juices Rick...
Ricardo: Two Pineapple Juices coming up...
Hank: Is that the time!? We missed lunch man, I’m starving..
Lance: Me too, now that you mention it.
Hank: Ricardo, do us two of your best turkey club sandwiches please, you know how we like them.
Ricardo: Certainly boys..
Ricardo mixes up the drinks and places them in front of Lance and Hank and then disappears into the back. Lance takes a sip from his pineapple juice before getting up and walking over to the jukebox. He looks down the track list.
Lance: What the hell... What is with music these days? Ah... The 80's section... That's what we like... Now... err... Berlin... nah... Air Supply... nope... Sandau Ballet... no... Good ol' Duran Duran... Lets see... That's the one...
He puts in a couple of quaters and walks back to his seat as 'Girls on Film' begins to play... He starts tapping his foot on the floor to the rythm. He takes a long sip from his drink as Ricardo comes back out with two awesome looking club sandwiches. He sets them down in front of Lance and Hank.
Ricardo: How's the wrestling guys? I heard you were back at it.
Lance: Oh, it's going great... We’ve just joined a new fed up in Pennsylvania and the North East.
Hank: Yeah, we just had our first first match this past weekend against 3 other teams in the main event.
Ricardo: How’d it go?
Lance: We won, naturally of course. Yeah our debut match and we kicked ass... It was good, the crowd loved us.. we made an impact - they will now know what a couple cops from Miami can do.
Hank: Yeah, we must have done something right any way ‘cos we’ve being booked in the main event again.
Ricardo: Lovely. Who do you face this time?
Lance: We face another new team called The Black Circle Boys..
Ricardo: Ooh, sounds dangerous..
Lance: Sound like a pair of muddy funksters to me Rick..
Hank: Lance, meant to talk to you about this. I had the Rookie do some research for us again.
Lance: Cool, what’s he turn up?
Hank: We’re facing a Lark Fenriz and Shaun Ryder, two big guys, Lark reportedly stands at 6’ 11’’
Lance: Funk me!
Hank: Yeah, just over a foot taller than me.. not to worry though, they don’t call us the Terrific Two for nothing.
Lance: They do?
Hank: I’m hoping it’ll catch on. Anyway, one of the lovely ladies at the WBSW offices forwarded me some clips from the Ol’ Black Circle Boys promo.. Here, take a look.
Hank takes out his cellphone, loads a video and passes it to Lance.
“FENRIZ: Our first meal in our new hunting grounds, the Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling promotion! And what a meal it will _BE_!
FENRIZ: I know your delusions of grandeur.. Your faithfulness in your ability will not let the truth sink into that thick skull. I have grown used to men holding onto their false truths until their last breath. After witnessing the Vice Squad in the ring, I can already tell you, like all the others… will need to have the truth _BEATEN_ into you. That is fine by me. Violence is our business after all.”
Lance: Wow, they sound like a barrel of laughs.
Hank: Keep watching.
“FENRIZ: We have scoured the lands, putting people through flaming tables after flaming tables. Each and every promotion we decide to take a stop in, we leave battered and bloodied with our precious razor wire canoe paddles! The path of destruction is far and wide… _LITTERED_ with golden fragments, like these…
…the IGA World Tag Team Titles!
[Lark motions to the golden straps next to him.]
FENRIZ: But alas… why is too much _NEVER_ enough??? No matter how much blood we spill… How much chaos we raise… It’s never enough. The thirst is never satisfied. That is why we have come to the United Wrestling League… That is why we are _HERE_ in Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling… a dinky promotion unworthy of my talent! Because no matter, _WHAT_ a meal is a meal is a meal, my friends… So Vice Squad…
[Brief pause.]
FENRIZGet ready…
[Anticipation building pause…]
FENRIZ:…TO BECOME MY DINNER!!!!
RYDER: When we get done with you, _VICE SQUAD_... it's gonna look like we set your face on fire and put it out with an axe!”
Lance: I feel violated…
Hank: Pleasant chaps eh…
Lance: Prepare to become his dinner? I hope he’s speaking metaphorically.. Some one should point him towards a nice turkey club sandwich if he’s hungry.
Hank: Yeah but I think we’re dealing with a couple of violent maniacs here. Nothing we can’t handle but we shouldn’t take them too lightly.
Ricardo: You be careful won’t you, I don’t want you two getting hurt or.. set on fire.
Lance: We’ll be fine Rick. This is a wrestling match not a street fight. It’s one thing to be able to use a chair or throw an opponent through a table but it’s another thing to be able to go toe to toe with some one in the ring. These Black Circle Boys might be hardcore but me and Hank are wrestlers, students of the game. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard
Hank: Exactly. Look at today. We chased down two perps and now they’re behind bars. If the Boys wanna get a little rough then we’ll be able to throw down with them and give just as good as we get but like Lance says, this is a wrestling match. A showdown of talent not brawn
Lance: We took a little break from wrestling but we’ve come back now to carry on where we left off – on top. We won our first match, we’ll win our second match and we’ll win the next one and the next one until we become the very first WBSW Tag Team champions..
Hank: I’ve got an idea… Roll with me on this
Hank takes his cellphone and puts it on to record. He passes it to Ricardo who points it at Lance and Hank
Hank: Howdy Black Circle Boys, here’s a little message for ya. It might be our blood, our sweat that is spilled but it will be your tears that are flowing ‘cos no matter how much fight you bring, we will be the ones stood triumphant in the middle of the ring. It’s a case of mind over matter…
Lance: Because in our mind, you don’t matter. That’s right, we’re so good, your mums cheer for us!
Hank: You might feel this promotion is somehow beneath you but let me warn you, this is our fed now so we hope you bring you’re A game ‘cos we play to win. We’ll see you on the 9th!
Hank signals to Ricardo to stop recording
Hank: I’ll send this to that little lovely in the offices and she can forward it to the Black Circle Boys.
Lance: Right, we better get moving Rick, thanks for the dinner.
Ricardo: No problem Lance, good luck with your match, it sounds like you might need it.
Hank: Luck? Nah…
Lance and Hank walk out of Ricardo's and over to the Spyder, parked in the nearby car park. Lance hops in the drivers' seat and Hank gets in the passenger seat. Lance reverses out of the car park and out on to the street. They drive no more than 1 meters when a loud bang followed by spluttering comes from the engine. Lance pulls over to the side as smoke begins to blow out from under the hood.
Lance: Funking hell!
Voiceover: What’s wrong with the Vice Squads car? Will they be able to get it fixed in time to time to travel to WBSW? Will the Black Circle Boys taste a little cold, hard justice?
Tune in next time, Same Vice Time, Same Vice Channel
Copyright Vice Squad Entertainment.
Hank: What are we gonna this week Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every day Hank... Try dominate the Tag Division.
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
29th November, 11:34 AM
Coconut Grove
South Miami, Florida
We catch up with the Vice Squad, after having won their debut match in WBSW, back down in Miami. With their spirits high, we find them driving through south Miami in their trademark black Ferrari Spyder. It’s a relatively warm day but you won’t find any bikini clad women at this time of the year. Pity. The scene switches to a closer view of the Spyder, with Lance at the wheel. The Spyder is swerving through traffic, narrowly missing other cars. The camera pans to reveal a red Porsche recklessly driving up ahead – It’s a car chase!
The two cars snake through traffic heading towards the beach front. The Porsche cuts a red light and just misses an oncoming truck. The squad follow the Porsche as it takes a right turn and it’s smashes through a fruit stand, sending oranges, apples and melons all over the road. The Spyder sails through squashing the fruit caught under their wheels, as the old fruit seller shakes his fist in anger. The Porsche pulls up into an old warehouse parking lot and screeches to a halt. Two men jump out, wearing black barraclavas and carrying a brown bag one would suspect is full of money. Lance and Hank pull up with a perfectly executed skid and jump out. The thieves continue running and start running up the fire escape. Lance pulls out his gun and they both run over to the bottom of the fire escape. Lance fires a warning shot that misses the them by about a metre.
Lance: POLICE! STOP!
The thieves pay no attention and keep making their way to the top of the fire escape.
Lance: Ok, I’ll follow. You find a way inside the building to try head them off. Better call it in too.
Hank: Right.
Lance starts to make his way up the fire escape while Hank takes out his cell phone to call HQ.
Hank: Yeah this is Hank Sharpe, have followed suspects to the old Fisk Fish Factory. Suspects appear unarmed but get back-up down here asap.
HQ: Copy that, over….
Hank runs over to a nearby door which is luckily unlocked and goes inside. The scene switches back to Lance who has made it to the top of the fire escape now. He makes it to the top just in time to see a door swinging shut. He runs through the door and down a short flight of stairs and finds himself in a darkened hallway. The factory, no longer in use, is dirty and dingy with empty boxes and rubbish littered all over the place. He spots the two theives up ahead running down the hallway.
Lance: STOP!
He follows them down the hallway as they knock over boxes in his path. Lance athletically jumps them and starts catching them up. He manages to catch up to them at the end of a hallway, as they have trouble opening a big rusty door. Lance slows to a steady walk and points his gun at them.
Lance: Hands above your head!
One of them turns around to face Lance, slowing raising his hands while the other keeps banging away at the door with his shoulder.
Lance: Stop what you're doing now! You are under arrest…..
Just then the door flies open and the thief is gone. His accomplice turns his head.
Lance: Don’t even think about it
Too late. The thief throws his brown bag at Lance who is caught off guard and the theif scarpers. Lance notices that the bag feels empty and takes a quick look inside. It is indeed empty. He throws it to the floor and gives chase again. Once through the door he finds himself in the big open warehouse floor on an upper walkway. He spies the two thieves making their way down a staircase which leads to the bottom floor and probably a way out. He looks over the balcony and notices an large shipping container below. He climbs the gantry and without looking twice drops to the container below. He rolls forward and is back on his feet in one swift movement. He jumps from the container to a stack of nearby crates and down on to the warehouse floor. The two thieves are running towards the main warehouse doors. He gives chase once more, starting to pant heavily but the adrenaline has kicked in. Just up ahead Hank bursts through a doorway and joins him chasing the culprits. Hank tackles one of them to the ground as Lance races past. The thief has managed to get the doors open but can’t escape. Lance manages to catch up to him and tackles him to the ground, the second brown bag he was carrying goes flying.
Lance: That’s some cold, hard justice for ya punk!
The next scene opens outside in the warehouse yard, filled with the flashing lights of cop cars. We find see Lance and Hank stood by the Spyder catching their breath as unnamed cops handcuff the two thieves and put them in the back of the cop cars. The Chief Sergeant walks over to them.
Chief: Well done Squad, another crime foiled
Lance: Just doing our duty..
Chief: The second bag the perp had was full of the money they stole from the shop. We’ll return it to the rightful owner once was photograph it for evidence.
Lance and Hank high five and perform an Air Guitar worthy of Bill and Ted.
Lance: Good. I guess that crime... doesn’t pay.
Hank: I can’t believe you just said that.
Chief: Neither can I. You two look like you could use a little break. We’ve got it from here..
Hank: Nothing like a good run down for a work out is there Lance.
The Vice Squad logo spins into the screen and several seconds of footage of Lance and Hank doing their trademark dance, The Funky Monkey, is shown. The scene fades out into the next scene.
29th November, 1:13pm
Ricardo's Bar
Miami, Florida
The scene returns outside of Ricardo's Bar, The Squads favourite hang out, with the Spyder parked in a nearby car park. The scene switches to the inside with Lance and Hank sat at the bar. Ricardo, a rather effeminate looking, tanned man with a long black pony tail walks over to them.
Ricardo: What will it be guys, the usual?
Lance: No... We’re on duty, just give us some Pineapple Juices Rick...
Ricardo: Two Pineapple Juices coming up...
Hank: Is that the time!? We missed lunch man, I’m starving..
Lance: Me too, now that you mention it.
Hank: Ricardo, do us two of your best turkey club sandwiches please, you know how we like them.
Ricardo: Certainly boys..
Ricardo mixes up the drinks and places them in front of Lance and Hank and then disappears into the back. Lance takes a sip from his pineapple juice before getting up and walking over to the jukebox. He looks down the track list.
Lance: What the hell... What is with music these days? Ah... The 80's section... That's what we like... Now... err... Berlin... nah... Air Supply... nope... Sandau Ballet... no... Good ol' Duran Duran... Lets see... That's the one...
He puts in a couple of quaters and walks back to his seat as 'Girls on Film' begins to play... He starts tapping his foot on the floor to the rythm. He takes a long sip from his drink as Ricardo comes back out with two awesome looking club sandwiches. He sets them down in front of Lance and Hank.
Ricardo: How's the wrestling guys? I heard you were back at it.
Lance: Oh, it's going great... We’ve just joined a new fed up in Pennsylvania and the North East.
Hank: Yeah, we just had our first first match this past weekend against 3 other teams in the main event.
Ricardo: How’d it go?
Lance: We won, naturally of course. Yeah our debut match and we kicked ass... It was good, the crowd loved us.. we made an impact - they will now know what a couple cops from Miami can do.
Hank: Yeah, we must have done something right any way ‘cos we’ve being booked in the main event again.
Ricardo: Lovely. Who do you face this time?
Lance: We face another new team called The Black Circle Boys..
Ricardo: Ooh, sounds dangerous..
Lance: Sound like a pair of muddy funksters to me Rick..
Hank: Lance, meant to talk to you about this. I had the Rookie do some research for us again.
Lance: Cool, what’s he turn up?
Hank: We’re facing a Lark Fenriz and Shaun Ryder, two big guys, Lark reportedly stands at 6’ 11’’
Lance: Funk me!
Hank: Yeah, just over a foot taller than me.. not to worry though, they don’t call us the Terrific Two for nothing.
Lance: They do?
Hank: I’m hoping it’ll catch on. Anyway, one of the lovely ladies at the WBSW offices forwarded me some clips from the Ol’ Black Circle Boys promo.. Here, take a look.
Hank takes out his cellphone, loads a video and passes it to Lance.
----------- Footage is shown -----------
“FENRIZ: Our first meal in our new hunting grounds, the Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling promotion! And what a meal it will _BE_!
FENRIZ: I know your delusions of grandeur.. Your faithfulness in your ability will not let the truth sink into that thick skull. I have grown used to men holding onto their false truths until their last breath. After witnessing the Vice Squad in the ring, I can already tell you, like all the others… will need to have the truth _BEATEN_ into you. That is fine by me. Violence is our business after all.”
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Lance: Wow, they sound like a barrel of laughs.
Hank: Keep watching.
----------- Footage is shown -----------
“FENRIZ: We have scoured the lands, putting people through flaming tables after flaming tables. Each and every promotion we decide to take a stop in, we leave battered and bloodied with our precious razor wire canoe paddles! The path of destruction is far and wide… _LITTERED_ with golden fragments, like these…
…the IGA World Tag Team Titles!
[Lark motions to the golden straps next to him.]
FENRIZ: But alas… why is too much _NEVER_ enough??? No matter how much blood we spill… How much chaos we raise… It’s never enough. The thirst is never satisfied. That is why we have come to the United Wrestling League… That is why we are _HERE_ in Wilkes-Barre Scranton Wrestling… a dinky promotion unworthy of my talent! Because no matter, _WHAT_ a meal is a meal is a meal, my friends… So Vice Squad…
[Brief pause.]
FENRIZGet ready…
[Anticipation building pause…]
FENRIZ:…TO BECOME MY DINNER!!!!
RYDER: When we get done with you, _VICE SQUAD_... it's gonna look like we set your face on fire and put it out with an axe!”
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Lance: I feel violated…
Hank: Pleasant chaps eh…
Lance: Prepare to become his dinner? I hope he’s speaking metaphorically.. Some one should point him towards a nice turkey club sandwich if he’s hungry.
Hank: Yeah but I think we’re dealing with a couple of violent maniacs here. Nothing we can’t handle but we shouldn’t take them too lightly.
Ricardo: You be careful won’t you, I don’t want you two getting hurt or.. set on fire.
Lance: We’ll be fine Rick. This is a wrestling match not a street fight. It’s one thing to be able to use a chair or throw an opponent through a table but it’s another thing to be able to go toe to toe with some one in the ring. These Black Circle Boys might be hardcore but me and Hank are wrestlers, students of the game. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard
Hank: Exactly. Look at today. We chased down two perps and now they’re behind bars. If the Boys wanna get a little rough then we’ll be able to throw down with them and give just as good as we get but like Lance says, this is a wrestling match. A showdown of talent not brawn
Lance: We took a little break from wrestling but we’ve come back now to carry on where we left off – on top. We won our first match, we’ll win our second match and we’ll win the next one and the next one until we become the very first WBSW Tag Team champions..
Hank: I’ve got an idea… Roll with me on this
Hank takes his cellphone and puts it on to record. He passes it to Ricardo who points it at Lance and Hank
Hank: Howdy Black Circle Boys, here’s a little message for ya. It might be our blood, our sweat that is spilled but it will be your tears that are flowing ‘cos no matter how much fight you bring, we will be the ones stood triumphant in the middle of the ring. It’s a case of mind over matter…
Lance: Because in our mind, you don’t matter. That’s right, we’re so good, your mums cheer for us!
Hank: You might feel this promotion is somehow beneath you but let me warn you, this is our fed now so we hope you bring you’re A game ‘cos we play to win. We’ll see you on the 9th!
Hank signals to Ricardo to stop recording
Hank: I’ll send this to that little lovely in the offices and she can forward it to the Black Circle Boys.
Lance: Right, we better get moving Rick, thanks for the dinner.
Ricardo: No problem Lance, good luck with your match, it sounds like you might need it.
Hank: Luck? Nah…
Lance and Hank walk out of Ricardo's and over to the Spyder, parked in the nearby car park. Lance hops in the drivers' seat and Hank gets in the passenger seat. Lance reverses out of the car park and out on to the street. They drive no more than 1 meters when a loud bang followed by spluttering comes from the engine. Lance pulls over to the side as smoke begins to blow out from under the hood.
Lance: Funking hell!
Voiceover: What’s wrong with the Vice Squads car? Will they be able to get it fixed in time to time to travel to WBSW? Will the Black Circle Boys taste a little cold, hard justice?
Tune in next time, Same Vice Time, Same Vice Channel
Copyright Vice Squad Entertainment.