Post by Vice Squad on Nov 20, 2012 17:53:02 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 do today Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every day Hank... Try to win our debut match.
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
Hotel Poolside
Miami, Florida
Tuesday 20th November, 3.02pm
Despite being the middle of November, it’s a brilliantly sunny and hot day as the sun shines down from a partly cloudy sky. A slight wind lingers in the air, offering a fresh breeze. Outside a major hotel on the side of Miami Beach, a sign reads "Ultimate 80's Week. Wednesday – Limbo Competition. Friday - Transsexual Stripper Day - Bring a friend for $50 off". The camera pans from the front and around to the back of the building. It reveals a tropical pool area, surrounded by a small bar and sun bathers. A pair of feet are followed along the side of a swimming pool. The camera moves up to show a pair of skin tight pink Speedo's, tightening the butt cheeks. As it pans further up, it reveals a golden medallian, jangling around a thick set of chest hair. Continuing up, it shows a glossy blonde mullet - It belongs to Vice Squad member Hank Sharpe and he's singing along to the tune that is filling the air,
"Let me take you to the place,
Where membership's a smiling face,
Brush shoulders with the stars.
Where strangers take you by the hand,
And welcome you to wonderland -
From beneath their panamas...
Club Tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.
All that's missing is the sea,
But don't worry, you can suntan!"
Hank walks past several bikini clad women, laying out on the sun loungers bronzing themselves in the afternoon sun. They giggle to themselves as Hank flashes them a cheeky wink and walks on while sipping on his yellow Sunny Serenade Cocktail. Still grooving, he plants himself down on a sun lounger and puts his glass down. A change of camera view shows his partner, Lance Carter – the taller of the pair - sporting a pair of similar blue Speedos and big black Ray Bans, while he's lying back catching some rays. The glint of his medallions, embedded his forest of chest hair, catch the sun and flash the camera. Lance ignores Hank as he sits down next to him.
Hank: What’s up Boo Boo?
Lance ignores Hank and crosses his arms.
Hank: Your killing my groove man... come on, come out with it...
Lance: I wish you would tell me where we’re going.
Hank: Lance you know as well as I do that there is more chance of you catching me listening to nu metal and sipping on a cold frosty bud than me telling you where we are going later in the week.
Lance: Just give me a clue, all I know is that it cost ya a grand and that it will rock my socks...
Hank: It will be tighter than those leg warmers you like to wear...
Lance: Whoa, whoa, whoa... People these days just don't appreciate legwarmers.
Hank: True... This has been great. A week off work and what better way to spend it than by relaxing by a pool before our big debut match at the weekend.
Lance: Don't you think we should prepare for the match? It’s been a while since we stepped into a ring man - and it’s a 4 way match. We better pull our drawers up...
Hank: You mean socks dude...
Lance: Pull up our socks... We can't take our wrestling as lightly was we took those Irish nuns who where stealing from the church...
Hank: Lance you need to do what Frankie says and Relax! Our job keeps us fit and we regularly tumble with the bad guys. Besides, back in Police Academy we mastered the deadly arts of Judo, Kung-Fu, Qui Gung-Fu, cocktail mixing, swing dance, disco and the funky chicken in under a week. Who’s our opponents?
Lance: This much is true. We face Los Conquistadores, Adam Stryker & Mitch Thompson and The V-List.
Hank: The V-List!? So they’re not even worthy of being Plan C? Nah, there’s only one team with V in the title worth mentioning and that’s the almighty Squad.
Lance: Testify!
Hank: Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun.. We’ll relax down here till the weekend and then fly up there and kick some ass Mad Max style..
Lance: Did you see what the V-List had to say?
Hank: No.
Lance: They said we are out of date and won’t be able to keep up with them. They think they can become the best tag team in WBSW history.. They seem to think it’s their destiny..
Hank: That’s a laugh right there.. Who are they, the Karate Kids? We make our own history. Lance, how many criminals have we put behind bars?
Lance: 509 and counting..
Hank: And how long was our Tag Title reign when we held the record for longest undefeated tag title reign?
Lance: Why 11 months I do believe..
Hank: We are one of the best tag teams out there. Our skills in the field and our excellent grasp of tag team wrestling make us an unstoppable force. We’re like freaking Rambo baby!
A women with a cascade of golden blonde hair and legs all the way to here walks past, catching Hanks eye.
Hank: Hey sweet cheeks Suzie baby, pass me my towel, I feel like a bit of sauna action if you feel like joining me, it could even extend to breakfast.
The woman stops and looks at Hank, as her eyes meet his tight pink speedos. She turns up her nose at him, picking his towel up and throwing it at him, knocking his drink over and spilling it over him.
Lance: Looks like you just got blown off...
Hank: I should be so lucky...
'I should be so lucky' be Kylie Minoque plays as the scene fades out as Hank and Lance have a small play fight.
A Parking Lot
Miami, Florida
Tuesday 20th November, 20:54pm
The scene fades in again as the sounds of a revving motor engine fill the air as Lance Carter brings the Vice Squad's signiature car – a black Ferrari Spyder - around from the corner.Hank throws his bag into the backseat and leap frogs over the door landing in his seat, inches away from banging his "middle man" on the gear stick. He flips open the glove box and takes out a pair of Ray Bans. Sticking them on his forehead he already looks like he is feeling much better.
Hank: So where are we going, Ricardo's? Paradise? I know, The Groove Spot. I could do with a groovy cocktail...
Lance: I have the perfect place.
Lance shifts into gear and brings the Spyder into motion. Hank clicks the CD player on and slams on the play button. The Vice squads favourite song kicks in mid way through. The dark night sky is filled with moonlight as the summer grooves fill the atmosphere.
Hank: You remember how to do it?
Lance: Choice excellent my friend, never forget a classic.
Hank: Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...
Lance: Just like that river twisting through a dusty land...
Hank: And when she shines she really shows me all she can...
Lance: Ohh Rio, Rio dance through the Rio grand...
Lance lets go of the steering wheel to do a little dance but the car norrowly misses another car and Lance quickly takes hold of the wheel again. They come to a halt at a traffic light. 'Rio' ends and 'A View To A Kill' kicks in. Another car joins them at the traffic lights. Pumping out of the other car is some sort of West German rave music, drowning out the sweet sounds of Duran Duran. 'Dries, Ommpth, Tekkan, Weir, Ommpth, Vlask' the music pumps. The driver window of the car rolls down. Sticking his head out is man with a big head, short blonde hair and a black mustache.
German Raver: Yarr lok at the grandpoppys. They look like their going to see David Hasslehoff and his wiener band...
Hank: I can assure you, we are no wieners you German tourist.
German Raver: So... You guys coming to thar big rave tunight, yah? Its going to be bosh! DJ Techno T is going to be rad and hav ze crowd zumping...
Hank: Rave? You guys want to hear some real music?
Hank puts his hand on the CD player to change the song and cranks the volume up to max. Carl Douglass's classic 'Kung-Fu Fighting' fills the empty streets as the ravers are drowned out.
German Raver: Hay, mullet man go back to thar eighties, yah?
Hank: I wish I could go back...
He starts to drift away to a distant memory as the lights turn green and the Spyder races away. As the scene changes, they pull up in front one of Miami's hippest night spots - 'Club Tropicana'. The building is just dripping funk. They jump out of the car and Lance throws the keys to a valet. At the front of door is a picture of James Brown wearing a silk suit with the caption "you must be this smooth to enter".
Lance: Hey James, You still feel good?... Yeah, I knew that you would...
The Vice Squad walk into the club as the scene fades out...........
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Vice Squad Productions.
Hank: What are we gonna do today Lance?
Lance: The same thing we do every day Hank... Try to win our debut match.
The jingle continues as the logo fades out and the scene fades in. As the scene becomes fully visible the jingle stops.
Hotel Poolside
Miami, Florida
Tuesday 20th November, 3.02pm
Despite being the middle of November, it’s a brilliantly sunny and hot day as the sun shines down from a partly cloudy sky. A slight wind lingers in the air, offering a fresh breeze. Outside a major hotel on the side of Miami Beach, a sign reads "Ultimate 80's Week. Wednesday – Limbo Competition. Friday - Transsexual Stripper Day - Bring a friend for $50 off". The camera pans from the front and around to the back of the building. It reveals a tropical pool area, surrounded by a small bar and sun bathers. A pair of feet are followed along the side of a swimming pool. The camera moves up to show a pair of skin tight pink Speedo's, tightening the butt cheeks. As it pans further up, it reveals a golden medallian, jangling around a thick set of chest hair. Continuing up, it shows a glossy blonde mullet - It belongs to Vice Squad member Hank Sharpe and he's singing along to the tune that is filling the air,
"Let me take you to the place,
Where membership's a smiling face,
Brush shoulders with the stars.
Where strangers take you by the hand,
And welcome you to wonderland -
From beneath their panamas...
Club Tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.
All that's missing is the sea,
But don't worry, you can suntan!"
Hank walks past several bikini clad women, laying out on the sun loungers bronzing themselves in the afternoon sun. They giggle to themselves as Hank flashes them a cheeky wink and walks on while sipping on his yellow Sunny Serenade Cocktail. Still grooving, he plants himself down on a sun lounger and puts his glass down. A change of camera view shows his partner, Lance Carter – the taller of the pair - sporting a pair of similar blue Speedos and big black Ray Bans, while he's lying back catching some rays. The glint of his medallions, embedded his forest of chest hair, catch the sun and flash the camera. Lance ignores Hank as he sits down next to him.
Hank: What’s up Boo Boo?
Lance ignores Hank and crosses his arms.
Hank: Your killing my groove man... come on, come out with it...
Lance: I wish you would tell me where we’re going.
Hank: Lance you know as well as I do that there is more chance of you catching me listening to nu metal and sipping on a cold frosty bud than me telling you where we are going later in the week.
Lance: Just give me a clue, all I know is that it cost ya a grand and that it will rock my socks...
Hank: It will be tighter than those leg warmers you like to wear...
Lance: Whoa, whoa, whoa... People these days just don't appreciate legwarmers.
Hank: True... This has been great. A week off work and what better way to spend it than by relaxing by a pool before our big debut match at the weekend.
Lance: Don't you think we should prepare for the match? It’s been a while since we stepped into a ring man - and it’s a 4 way match. We better pull our drawers up...
Hank: You mean socks dude...
Lance: Pull up our socks... We can't take our wrestling as lightly was we took those Irish nuns who where stealing from the church...
Hank: Lance you need to do what Frankie says and Relax! Our job keeps us fit and we regularly tumble with the bad guys. Besides, back in Police Academy we mastered the deadly arts of Judo, Kung-Fu, Qui Gung-Fu, cocktail mixing, swing dance, disco and the funky chicken in under a week. Who’s our opponents?
Lance: This much is true. We face Los Conquistadores, Adam Stryker & Mitch Thompson and The V-List.
Hank: The V-List!? So they’re not even worthy of being Plan C? Nah, there’s only one team with V in the title worth mentioning and that’s the almighty Squad.
Lance: Testify!
Hank: Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fun.. We’ll relax down here till the weekend and then fly up there and kick some ass Mad Max style..
Lance: Did you see what the V-List had to say?
Hank: No.
Lance: They said we are out of date and won’t be able to keep up with them. They think they can become the best tag team in WBSW history.. They seem to think it’s their destiny..
Hank: That’s a laugh right there.. Who are they, the Karate Kids? We make our own history. Lance, how many criminals have we put behind bars?
Lance: 509 and counting..
Hank: And how long was our Tag Title reign when we held the record for longest undefeated tag title reign?
Lance: Why 11 months I do believe..
Hank: We are one of the best tag teams out there. Our skills in the field and our excellent grasp of tag team wrestling make us an unstoppable force. We’re like freaking Rambo baby!
A women with a cascade of golden blonde hair and legs all the way to here walks past, catching Hanks eye.
Hank: Hey sweet cheeks Suzie baby, pass me my towel, I feel like a bit of sauna action if you feel like joining me, it could even extend to breakfast.
The woman stops and looks at Hank, as her eyes meet his tight pink speedos. She turns up her nose at him, picking his towel up and throwing it at him, knocking his drink over and spilling it over him.
Lance: Looks like you just got blown off...
Hank: I should be so lucky...
'I should be so lucky' be Kylie Minoque plays as the scene fades out as Hank and Lance have a small play fight.
A Parking Lot
Miami, Florida
Tuesday 20th November, 20:54pm
The scene fades in again as the sounds of a revving motor engine fill the air as Lance Carter brings the Vice Squad's signiature car – a black Ferrari Spyder - around from the corner.Hank throws his bag into the backseat and leap frogs over the door landing in his seat, inches away from banging his "middle man" on the gear stick. He flips open the glove box and takes out a pair of Ray Bans. Sticking them on his forehead he already looks like he is feeling much better.
Hank: So where are we going, Ricardo's? Paradise? I know, The Groove Spot. I could do with a groovy cocktail...
Lance: I have the perfect place.
Lance shifts into gear and brings the Spyder into motion. Hank clicks the CD player on and slams on the play button. The Vice squads favourite song kicks in mid way through. The dark night sky is filled with moonlight as the summer grooves fill the atmosphere.
Hank: You remember how to do it?
Lance: Choice excellent my friend, never forget a classic.
Hank: Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...
Lance: Just like that river twisting through a dusty land...
Hank: And when she shines she really shows me all she can...
Lance: Ohh Rio, Rio dance through the Rio grand...
Lance lets go of the steering wheel to do a little dance but the car norrowly misses another car and Lance quickly takes hold of the wheel again. They come to a halt at a traffic light. 'Rio' ends and 'A View To A Kill' kicks in. Another car joins them at the traffic lights. Pumping out of the other car is some sort of West German rave music, drowning out the sweet sounds of Duran Duran. 'Dries, Ommpth, Tekkan, Weir, Ommpth, Vlask' the music pumps. The driver window of the car rolls down. Sticking his head out is man with a big head, short blonde hair and a black mustache.
German Raver: Yarr lok at the grandpoppys. They look like their going to see David Hasslehoff and his wiener band...
Hank: I can assure you, we are no wieners you German tourist.
German Raver: So... You guys coming to thar big rave tunight, yah? Its going to be bosh! DJ Techno T is going to be rad and hav ze crowd zumping...
Hank: Rave? You guys want to hear some real music?
Hank puts his hand on the CD player to change the song and cranks the volume up to max. Carl Douglass's classic 'Kung-Fu Fighting' fills the empty streets as the ravers are drowned out.
German Raver: Hay, mullet man go back to thar eighties, yah?
Hank: I wish I could go back...
He starts to drift away to a distant memory as the lights turn green and the Spyder races away. As the scene changes, they pull up in front one of Miami's hippest night spots - 'Club Tropicana'. The building is just dripping funk. They jump out of the car and Lance throws the keys to a valet. At the front of door is a picture of James Brown wearing a silk suit with the caption "you must be this smooth to enter".
Lance: Hey James, You still feel good?... Yeah, I knew that you would...
The Vice Squad walk into the club as the scene fades out...........
Copyright.
Vice Squad Productions.