Post by Vice Squad on Nov 24, 2012 12:13:10 GMT -5
The scene fades in to show a black Ferrari 'Spyder' driving up a long stretch of road. Down one side of the road is the sparkling sea, stretching out into the distance and on the other is a set of towering hotel and apartment buildings. The camera zooms in and we see Vice Squad member, Hank Sharpe at the wheel and Vice Squad member, Lance Carter in the passenger seat blindfolded.
Lance: I wish you would tell me where we are going...
Hank: But that would spoil the surprise wouldn't it...
Lance: Well if you would tell me I would be able to focus more on our debut match with WBSW..
Hank: Don't waste your time thinking about the match... I’m not!
Hank fondles around in the glove compartment and fishes out a CD – Ultimate 80’s Collection. He puts it in the CD player and pumps up the volume. "So wake me up before you go-go..." blasts out of the speakers and trails behind the speeding Ferrari.
Lance: We haven’t had a proper match in a while now..
Hank: Nah... But I got the Rookie to do some snooping around for us..
Lance: He find out anything of interest?
Hank: Ok, so we face 3 other teams in a four corners elimination match
Lance: Shouldn’t be a problem for us. We’ve faced many a team and successfully defended many a title in our time. Who are our unlucky body bags?
Hank: Well, we face a team called Los Conquistadores, a masked team. They made a bit of an impact a couple weeks ago attacking the roster but nobody has really heard from them since.
Lance: Only cowards hide behind masks.. Sounds like that’ll be right up our street that.. masked thugs – We’ve tackled a few of them in our time. Perhaps we could even put our skills to use and find out who they really are..
Hank: The second team is a new pairing put together for this match, Mitch Thompson and Adam Stryker.
Lance: Teams put together at the last minute never fare well. Look at us – record time Tag Champs because we are a united team. We went through the Academy together, we’ve been on the streets together, we’ve faced life and death together, we’ve won and lost together... There’s an element of trust you only get through all of that.
Hank: Exactly my friend. According to the Rookie, they seem like perennial nearly made its. The kind of guys who do ok but never seem to amount to much. Besides, nobody in the locker room up there has seen much of either of them recently. Shouldn’t be too hard to pick that tandem apart and send them packing.
Lance: And the last team?
Hank: That would be The V-List. The team you told me about earlier in the week.. Rookie did some digging on these guys and I don’t think we should have too much of a problem. One’s a failed manager and the other’s a failed actor...
Lance: It’s a good job they’re use to failure then..
Hank: That’s right buddy. Seems to be the classic case of delusions of grandeur.. The ex-Manager, David Fraggle was Hardcore Champ until he threw the title belt in a river.
Lance: Why the funk would someone do that?!
Hank: He claims the title had lost its meaning
Lance: When I scoped WBSW out before we joined, the Hardcore division looked quite healthy. I think what he really means is that the title lost its meaning once he won it. Nobody wants to go for a title held by wanna-be wrestler David Fraggle, and so, under his reign, the title became a nothing title.
Hank: Exactly. When we win this match and kick start the tag division and become the first ever WBSW Tag Champs we will give the belts meaning. We give them a level of greatness only a team of our stature can bring.. They talk about being hungry for it.. That our past accomplishments don’t mean anything.. That we appear weak and haven’t done enough to justify being in the main event.
Lance: Alex Morgan must have seen something in us to introduce us in the main event.. If justification of our skills and placement is what they seek, The V-List will be pretty happy come tomorrow night when we beat them in the middle of the ring and win our debut match. You know, not many people may care about past accomplishments which is fair enough but if they want to ignore the proof of our talent then that will be their downfall.
Hank: That’s right. I mean, just ‘cos we’re cops does not mean we’re not gonna take our WBSW career seriously. Far from it, I think being cops will only aid us, as it has done in the past. I mean, case in point, it’s in our nature to be inquisitive of things so I sent the Rookie out to do some background checks for us.. We now know a little more about what we’re up against.. Sure, it doesn’t mean things are gonna be dead easy for us, we may even take a few beatings ourselves but that’s the other thing we have going for us. As cops we have the desire to never give up.. to keep fighting and do what's right.. even when it may seem like the end. How many times have we been cornered or felt like our number was up, only to keep fighting on and walk away with the bad guys locked up.
Lance: Too many to contemplate
Hank: Hell, how many times have the odds being stacked against us in a match and we’ve fought our way to victory and glory. This David Fraggle talks about belts losing their meaning... The difference between us and them is that we will bring prestige to any title we win. Every defence.. every match, we put our all into winning. We don't do this just 'cos we failed as actors or whatever.. We do this 'cos we enjoy it.. It's our life and has being for years now. It's important to us and it's important to us to always do our best and to win. But our duties as law enforcement is also important and so we make both work. It’s a classic tale of good vs. bad. We clean up the scum on the streets and we beat the bad guys, wherever we may wrestle.... Check this, Rookie also filled me in on their little dress up session.
Lance: What did they do?
Hank: Well this Euan Dante, the failed actor, pretended to be Mendoza and proceeded to mock us.
Lance: The muddy funksters! Some things are just not cool. Mendoza is a criminal, a figure of pain and fear and sadness to many here in Miami. He has affected many poor and innocent people. To openly make light of such a situation is disrespectful.
Hank: Yeah.. Don’t worry, all they’ve succeeded in doing is making this match much more personal. One day the real Mendoza will pay for his crimes but this coming WBSW Live, The V-List will feel a little Cold, Hard, Justice at the hands of the Vice Squad!
They pull up at some traffic lights and shortly after another sports car pulls up along side them. Two sexy, bronzed women are in the driver and passenger seats. Hank looks to his left and sees them looking back at him.
Hank: Hey good-looking... Is your name Rio? Fancy a dance on the sand?
Lance turns his head unable to see what is going on. The two women, giggling to them selves, spot Lance blindfolded and stop laughing and narrow their eyes on Hank.
Hank: Eh... Oh no... no... I'm just taking him
But before he can finish the sentence the lights turn green and the women speed off.
Lance: Just blew it again?
Hank: Hey... Hank Sharpe does not blow it with the ladies...
Lance: Yeah? What was that then?
Hank: That.... That was your fault.
Lance: My fault! If you hadn't insisted on blindfolding me, we could be going wherever it is your taking me with some dates...
Hank: Yes... but it's meant to be a surprise...
They sit in silence for a while and the car snakes its way through traffic and down several different streets. The song finishes and 'Don't You Want Me' by The Human League begins to play
Lance: Are we nearly there yet?
Hank: Yeah...
They pull up into a large car park outside the American Airlines Arena and a low drone is coming from inside. Hank parks the car in an empty spot and helps Lance out of the car. There are lots of people walking up to the stadium as well. Hank directs Lance up to the entrance where a large sign is put up above the door.
Hank: Ok... Get ready...
Hank takes off the blindfold and Lance blinks as his eyes get use to the change in light. As his eyes focus in he looks up towards the sign and as his vision becomes clear again his face lights up with excitement as he reads the sign. 'TONIGHT ONLY - DURAN DURAN LIVE IN CONCERT!' The scene freezes as a message flashes on to the screen.
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.
American Airlines Arena
Miami, Florida
Saturday 24th November, 6.30pm.
We join the Vice Squad back outside the American Airlines Arena where 80's pop sensation, Duran Duran are playing to finish off the ultimate 80's weekender. After days of waiting to find out what the surprise was, Lance can't wait to be inside the arena, listening to his 80's heroes. They walk up through the main entrance, underneath the huge advertising banner and Hank hands over their tickets.
Lance: Where are we sat?
Hank: Middle of the second row on the floor... We'll be so close we'll be able to smell the sweat!
Lance: Oh boy...
They walk around the arena and down a corridor down into the seating areas and down into the floor space. The arena is already starting to fill up and they have to fight their way, through the growing crowd, to find their seats. Lance and Hank look around them... They are surrounded by two main sets of fan - The overweight women with bleach blond hair and the over-efemminate men with eyeliner and shaved hair cuts. All around them people are getting giddy and over excited and they can hear bits of people's conversations,
Overweight Woman #1: Oh, when I heard that they were playing one last time, I just had to be here or I would die...
Stereotypical Gay Man #1: Oh, this is just simply sensational...
About 20 minutes later the arena is packed full of screaming fans and a voice sounds out over the drone of the crowd.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... Here to finish off the ultimate 80's weekender, sponsored and endorsed by 80s Legend David Hasslehoff, are one of the biggest pop bands of the 80's. Playing live for the first time in 10 years, please welcome, DURAN DURAN!
The lights dim down, the curtains pull back and the whole arena erupts with cheers and screams all at once. Smoke is blown across the stage and once it disappears Duran Duran are on the stage. The crowd scream even louder. They start playing 'A View to Kill' and the crowd start cheering. Lead Singer Simon Le Bon starts skipping about the stage, singing his heart out. Lance and Hank roll back their sleeves, run their hands through the hair and start bobbing to the beat.
------- About 13 songs and 10 cocktails later --------
Lance: This concert is totally rocking my socks, man... Thanks a lot, this has really cheered me up.
Hank: Yeah it's funking fantastic!
Just then a 'gay' man bumps into Hank. He has dark red eyeliner on, a shaved head with a little red Mohawk, tight leather pants on and a tight white T-shirt that says 'IN THE NAVY'.
Gay Man: Ohhh, I am so very terribly sorry darling, did I hurt you?
Hank: Er, no...
Gay Man: No, I'm sure I didn't, a big strong man like yourself...
He looks to Lance and then back at Hank...
Gay Man: Isn't this simply marvellous...
Hank: Yeah...
Gay Man: Oh darling... Would you like to go back to my place for a party when this little shindig is done?
Lance starts laughing under his breath as hank goes slightly red in the face.
Hank: Er... No.. thanks.
Gay Man: What!?! No you must... I bet you could show a guy a good time...
Hank looks like he is about ready to knock the guy out but he restrains himself.
Hank: Look... I am not gay... Never was, Nor am I now and I never will be... so, please, leave me alone.
Gay Man: Ohhh... Don't be so naughty, teasing me like that.
He playfully slaps Hank.
Gay Man: I'll come back to you later...
He winks at Hank and turns and leaves. Hank stands still for several seconds, making sure he has gone. He turns to face Lance, who is practically wetting himself with laughter.
Hank: Don't even bother...
Lance: Oh, come now darling...
Hank: Stop it... Hey now that's more like it.
Lance: What?
Hank: Look over there.
Hank directs his attention to a small area near the corner of the stage. It is full of sexy, screaming women.
Lance: Ohhh
Hank: Come on lets go...
They start fighting their way through the crowd and manage to get out into the aisle. Duran Duran has just started playing 'Wild Boys'. They walk down the aisle to the bottom and come across a large gathering of Germans. Big men with bulging biceps, long shaggy blonde mullets, handle bar moustaches and wearing string netted vests and polka-dotted shorts.
German Man #1: Oh yarr... This is so bosh!
Hank: Oh my god...
The nearest German turns and spots Lance and Hank.
German Man #2: Oh, ave yuu two guys come tu get down and bosh wiv us? We arr from the umber one german fan club of Duran Duran... They arr top bosh!
Lance: Er... yah.
German Man #2: Oh yarr! Now as yuu americhans say... watch mee strutt ma funkeh stufh.
The German starts to bob about, waving his arms all over the place and upon seeing this, whole gang of them do something similar. Lance and Hank look at each other, slightly scared. They start pushing past the Germans, who start jumping up and down and all over the place. They finally manage to get all the way along the row and back out into the next aisle.
Hank: Someone pinched my ass...
Lance: Maybe you just captivate men's hearts...
They walk down this aisle and find themselves in the area, at the corner of the stage where all the sexy women are. Simon Le Bon takes the microphone, as the crowd becomes silent, waiting for him to speak.
Simon Le Bon: This has been a great night... You have been a wonderful audience but now it is time for the last song... I am sure you all know it so you are welcome to sing along.
The crowd cheers and scream as the first notes of 'Rio' begin to play. The crowd of women, next to Lance and Hank, start screaming with all their might and some even start crying. About half the audience are singing the song now, which is drifting over the crowd. As the song reaches the chorus the whole crowd seem to burst into song, creating a deafening roar.
"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land...
And when she shines she really shows me all she can...
Ohh Rio, Rio dance through the Rio grand..."
The women at the corner of the stage suddenly whip their tops off and wave them above their heads, leaving themselves completely topless. Hank turns his head, a huge smile creeping across his face, almost having a fit.
Lance: Hey man, don't drool...
The women start jumping up and down, screaming and crying all at once. Hank starts jumping about next to the women, who don't even seem to notice him as Lance looks on, laughing. Minutes later and the concert has finished, Simon Le Bon has said his farewell and the band has retreated backstage as the audience give off mixed reactions of screaming, cheering, crying and cries of 'awwww'. The women put their tops back on and start following the crowd towards the exits. Lance and Hank turn to go but half way up the aisle is the 'gay man' who came on to Hank. He is stood, waving at Hank,
Gay Man: Yoo-hoo...
A sudden look of desperation wipes across Hanks face then he turns around,
Hank: Come on... Let's go this way.
They turn and start walking in the opposite direction. Just then they spot someone jumping the guard rails and running past one of the guards. Before he disappears backstage they could just see him pull out what looked like a gun. They look at each other, as if reading each other's minds to see if they saw the same thing.
Lance: We should check it out...
Hank: Let’s roll!
They jump the guard rail, up onto the stage and behind the curtain into the backstage area. There is no one around but they can hear voices up ahead. They silently walk forward, in the direction of the voices. They come to a gathering area and can see the band and various backstage technicians and so on sat on the floor. The man who they had previously seen jump the guard rail is stood in front of them with a gun pointed at them. Lance and Hank quickly duck down behind some large amplifiers.
Hank: Hostage situation?
Lance: Either that or someone is really angry the concert is over...
Hank: You go that way behind that curtain over there and try and get behind the hostages. I'll go this way and try to calm him down. Shoot to kill if you have to...
Lance: Got it...
They split up, sneaking behind various equipment, trying not to be seen. Hank walks into the gathering area and the gunman jumps back, surprised. He aims the gun at Hank but he puts his hands up.
Gunman: Who are you?
Hank: Hank Sharpe... I'm a cop...
Gunman: W... wha... what are you doing here?
Hank: I should be asking you that question...
Gunman: It's simple... I am gonna kill Duran Duran...
Hank: Ok... ok... calm down... Let's get a hold of the situation. Let’s lower the gun and talk about why it’s come to such drastic action...
Gunman: My name is Gary Swallow... Simon Le Bon knows who I am...
Simon Le Bon: No I don't...
Gary Swallow: Sure you do... You took my place in Duran Duran... I should have been the one singing Rio... I should be the one with the fame... But you took it... So now... I am gonna take you... out!
Hank: Ok, ok... We can all understand how you must feel. I was once beaten out of the part of 'Pilgrim Number 1' in my school play.
Gary Swallow: Don't patronise me, damn 80's throwback...
He walks up to Hank, with the gun pointed at him.
Gary Swallow: You don't know what it is like to see their faces everywhere... To know that that could have been you with your face over every bedroom wall in America... It should have been me.
Hank: Ok, so we all have unlucky breaks... but killing them will not make up for that.
Gary Swallow: If I can't be famous for being in Duran Duran... Then I shall be famous for killing Duran Duran!
Gary turns and points the gun at Simon Le Bons head. He is about to pull the trigger...
Hank: WAIT!
Gary turns back to Hank, anger spreading across his face.
Hank: You can't kill somebody because of a grudge you have held for the past 20 years...
Garys' eyes narrow on Hank. He walks forward a pace of two, Finger on the trigger.
Gary: Grudge? This is more than a grudge... This is raw hatred...
Just then a loud band is heard and Gary, shocked, lets his guard drop and turns to see where the noise came from. Hank kicks the gun from his hand and it falls to the floor. Gary quickly turns and aims a swift punch at Hank but he ducks and punches Gary in the stomach. Gary doubles over and Hank punches him in the face and Gary stumbles backwards. He recovers and lunges at Hank, wrapping his hands around his throat. They struggle for a moment and then Hank knees him in the crotch. Gary doubles over again and Hank hits him with a swift roundhouse kick. On the floor, Gary looks for his gun. He spots and scrambles forward, picking up the gun and takes aim at Hank. The trigger is pulled and the sound of a bullet been shot is heard.
Hank opens his eyes and spots Gary lying on the floor. He looks up to see Lance walking towards them, holding his gun. The band and crew, scared and shocked are looking around to see who it is. Hank kneels down to check on Gary as Lance comes up.
Hank: He's dead...
The various backstage agents start rushing the members of Duran Duran and other important people back into their dressing rooms. Several people come up to thank them but the area is soon deserted, except for Lance, Hank and the body of Gary Swallow. About 15 minutes later, Lance and Hank are hanging around backstage as medics and police officers take charge of the scene. An official representative of Duran Duran comes out to see them. They thank Lance and Hank for saving the lives of the band and everyone involved and give them the details of the hotel where Duran Duran are staying who wish to thank them in person.
Lance: What an interesting night...
Hank: Crime never sleeps.
Lance: But we do. We better go get some rest before our big match tomorrow night. You were right though Hank. This week of relaxation has being great. It’s really helped to get my head together and now we can focus on the match and beating the other teams.
Hank: Don’t sweat it.. We may be the underdogs going in to this but we will certainly come out of it on top. Soon, everyone will learn that we’re the team to beat. We’ve got the 3Cs on our side.. Courage, Confidence and Cornflakes. Come tomorrow night, it’s time for Los Conquistadores, Mitch Thompson and Adam Stryker and most certainly The V-List to face a little Cold, Hard Justice.
The scene fades out as Lance and Hank turn to walk away.
Voice Over: Can The Vice Squad win their debut match? Can they overcome the odds and show the V-List what they are really made of? Tune in to WBSW Live to see The Vice Squad kick some ass 80s style!
Copyright Vice Squad Entertainment.
Lance: I wish you would tell me where we are going...
Hank: But that would spoil the surprise wouldn't it...
Lance: Well if you would tell me I would be able to focus more on our debut match with WBSW..
Hank: Don't waste your time thinking about the match... I’m not!
Hank fondles around in the glove compartment and fishes out a CD – Ultimate 80’s Collection. He puts it in the CD player and pumps up the volume. "So wake me up before you go-go..." blasts out of the speakers and trails behind the speeding Ferrari.
Lance: We haven’t had a proper match in a while now..
Hank: Nah... But I got the Rookie to do some snooping around for us..
Lance: He find out anything of interest?
Hank: Ok, so we face 3 other teams in a four corners elimination match
Lance: Shouldn’t be a problem for us. We’ve faced many a team and successfully defended many a title in our time. Who are our unlucky body bags?
Hank: Well, we face a team called Los Conquistadores, a masked team. They made a bit of an impact a couple weeks ago attacking the roster but nobody has really heard from them since.
Lance: Only cowards hide behind masks.. Sounds like that’ll be right up our street that.. masked thugs – We’ve tackled a few of them in our time. Perhaps we could even put our skills to use and find out who they really are..
Hank: The second team is a new pairing put together for this match, Mitch Thompson and Adam Stryker.
Lance: Teams put together at the last minute never fare well. Look at us – record time Tag Champs because we are a united team. We went through the Academy together, we’ve been on the streets together, we’ve faced life and death together, we’ve won and lost together... There’s an element of trust you only get through all of that.
Hank: Exactly my friend. According to the Rookie, they seem like perennial nearly made its. The kind of guys who do ok but never seem to amount to much. Besides, nobody in the locker room up there has seen much of either of them recently. Shouldn’t be too hard to pick that tandem apart and send them packing.
Lance: And the last team?
Hank: That would be The V-List. The team you told me about earlier in the week.. Rookie did some digging on these guys and I don’t think we should have too much of a problem. One’s a failed manager and the other’s a failed actor...
Lance: It’s a good job they’re use to failure then..
Hank: That’s right buddy. Seems to be the classic case of delusions of grandeur.. The ex-Manager, David Fraggle was Hardcore Champ until he threw the title belt in a river.
Lance: Why the funk would someone do that?!
Hank: He claims the title had lost its meaning
Lance: When I scoped WBSW out before we joined, the Hardcore division looked quite healthy. I think what he really means is that the title lost its meaning once he won it. Nobody wants to go for a title held by wanna-be wrestler David Fraggle, and so, under his reign, the title became a nothing title.
Hank: Exactly. When we win this match and kick start the tag division and become the first ever WBSW Tag Champs we will give the belts meaning. We give them a level of greatness only a team of our stature can bring.. They talk about being hungry for it.. That our past accomplishments don’t mean anything.. That we appear weak and haven’t done enough to justify being in the main event.
Lance: Alex Morgan must have seen something in us to introduce us in the main event.. If justification of our skills and placement is what they seek, The V-List will be pretty happy come tomorrow night when we beat them in the middle of the ring and win our debut match. You know, not many people may care about past accomplishments which is fair enough but if they want to ignore the proof of our talent then that will be their downfall.
Hank: That’s right. I mean, just ‘cos we’re cops does not mean we’re not gonna take our WBSW career seriously. Far from it, I think being cops will only aid us, as it has done in the past. I mean, case in point, it’s in our nature to be inquisitive of things so I sent the Rookie out to do some background checks for us.. We now know a little more about what we’re up against.. Sure, it doesn’t mean things are gonna be dead easy for us, we may even take a few beatings ourselves but that’s the other thing we have going for us. As cops we have the desire to never give up.. to keep fighting and do what's right.. even when it may seem like the end. How many times have we been cornered or felt like our number was up, only to keep fighting on and walk away with the bad guys locked up.
Lance: Too many to contemplate
Hank: Hell, how many times have the odds being stacked against us in a match and we’ve fought our way to victory and glory. This David Fraggle talks about belts losing their meaning... The difference between us and them is that we will bring prestige to any title we win. Every defence.. every match, we put our all into winning. We don't do this just 'cos we failed as actors or whatever.. We do this 'cos we enjoy it.. It's our life and has being for years now. It's important to us and it's important to us to always do our best and to win. But our duties as law enforcement is also important and so we make both work. It’s a classic tale of good vs. bad. We clean up the scum on the streets and we beat the bad guys, wherever we may wrestle.... Check this, Rookie also filled me in on their little dress up session.
Lance: What did they do?
Hank: Well this Euan Dante, the failed actor, pretended to be Mendoza and proceeded to mock us.
Lance: The muddy funksters! Some things are just not cool. Mendoza is a criminal, a figure of pain and fear and sadness to many here in Miami. He has affected many poor and innocent people. To openly make light of such a situation is disrespectful.
Hank: Yeah.. Don’t worry, all they’ve succeeded in doing is making this match much more personal. One day the real Mendoza will pay for his crimes but this coming WBSW Live, The V-List will feel a little Cold, Hard, Justice at the hands of the Vice Squad!
They pull up at some traffic lights and shortly after another sports car pulls up along side them. Two sexy, bronzed women are in the driver and passenger seats. Hank looks to his left and sees them looking back at him.
Hank: Hey good-looking... Is your name Rio? Fancy a dance on the sand?
Lance turns his head unable to see what is going on. The two women, giggling to them selves, spot Lance blindfolded and stop laughing and narrow their eyes on Hank.
Hank: Eh... Oh no... no... I'm just taking him
But before he can finish the sentence the lights turn green and the women speed off.
Lance: Just blew it again?
Hank: Hey... Hank Sharpe does not blow it with the ladies...
Lance: Yeah? What was that then?
Hank: That.... That was your fault.
Lance: My fault! If you hadn't insisted on blindfolding me, we could be going wherever it is your taking me with some dates...
Hank: Yes... but it's meant to be a surprise...
They sit in silence for a while and the car snakes its way through traffic and down several different streets. The song finishes and 'Don't You Want Me' by The Human League begins to play
Lance: Are we nearly there yet?
Hank: Yeah...
They pull up into a large car park outside the American Airlines Arena and a low drone is coming from inside. Hank parks the car in an empty spot and helps Lance out of the car. There are lots of people walking up to the stadium as well. Hank directs Lance up to the entrance where a large sign is put up above the door.
Hank: Ok... Get ready...
Hank takes off the blindfold and Lance blinks as his eyes get use to the change in light. As his eyes focus in he looks up towards the sign and as his vision becomes clear again his face lights up with excitement as he reads the sign. 'TONIGHT ONLY - DURAN DURAN LIVE IN CONCERT!' The scene freezes as a message flashes on to the screen.
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.
American Airlines Arena
Miami, Florida
Saturday 24th November, 6.30pm.
We join the Vice Squad back outside the American Airlines Arena where 80's pop sensation, Duran Duran are playing to finish off the ultimate 80's weekender. After days of waiting to find out what the surprise was, Lance can't wait to be inside the arena, listening to his 80's heroes. They walk up through the main entrance, underneath the huge advertising banner and Hank hands over their tickets.
Lance: Where are we sat?
Hank: Middle of the second row on the floor... We'll be so close we'll be able to smell the sweat!
Lance: Oh boy...
They walk around the arena and down a corridor down into the seating areas and down into the floor space. The arena is already starting to fill up and they have to fight their way, through the growing crowd, to find their seats. Lance and Hank look around them... They are surrounded by two main sets of fan - The overweight women with bleach blond hair and the over-efemminate men with eyeliner and shaved hair cuts. All around them people are getting giddy and over excited and they can hear bits of people's conversations,
Overweight Woman #1: Oh, when I heard that they were playing one last time, I just had to be here or I would die...
Stereotypical Gay Man #1: Oh, this is just simply sensational...
About 20 minutes later the arena is packed full of screaming fans and a voice sounds out over the drone of the crowd.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen... Here to finish off the ultimate 80's weekender, sponsored and endorsed by 80s Legend David Hasslehoff, are one of the biggest pop bands of the 80's. Playing live for the first time in 10 years, please welcome, DURAN DURAN!
The lights dim down, the curtains pull back and the whole arena erupts with cheers and screams all at once. Smoke is blown across the stage and once it disappears Duran Duran are on the stage. The crowd scream even louder. They start playing 'A View to Kill' and the crowd start cheering. Lead Singer Simon Le Bon starts skipping about the stage, singing his heart out. Lance and Hank roll back their sleeves, run their hands through the hair and start bobbing to the beat.
------- About 13 songs and 10 cocktails later --------
Lance: This concert is totally rocking my socks, man... Thanks a lot, this has really cheered me up.
Hank: Yeah it's funking fantastic!
Just then a 'gay' man bumps into Hank. He has dark red eyeliner on, a shaved head with a little red Mohawk, tight leather pants on and a tight white T-shirt that says 'IN THE NAVY'.
Gay Man: Ohhh, I am so very terribly sorry darling, did I hurt you?
Hank: Er, no...
Gay Man: No, I'm sure I didn't, a big strong man like yourself...
He looks to Lance and then back at Hank...
Gay Man: Isn't this simply marvellous...
Hank: Yeah...
Gay Man: Oh darling... Would you like to go back to my place for a party when this little shindig is done?
Lance starts laughing under his breath as hank goes slightly red in the face.
Hank: Er... No.. thanks.
Gay Man: What!?! No you must... I bet you could show a guy a good time...
Hank looks like he is about ready to knock the guy out but he restrains himself.
Hank: Look... I am not gay... Never was, Nor am I now and I never will be... so, please, leave me alone.
Gay Man: Ohhh... Don't be so naughty, teasing me like that.
He playfully slaps Hank.
Gay Man: I'll come back to you later...
He winks at Hank and turns and leaves. Hank stands still for several seconds, making sure he has gone. He turns to face Lance, who is practically wetting himself with laughter.
Hank: Don't even bother...
Lance: Oh, come now darling...
Hank: Stop it... Hey now that's more like it.
Lance: What?
Hank: Look over there.
Hank directs his attention to a small area near the corner of the stage. It is full of sexy, screaming women.
Lance: Ohhh
Hank: Come on lets go...
They start fighting their way through the crowd and manage to get out into the aisle. Duran Duran has just started playing 'Wild Boys'. They walk down the aisle to the bottom and come across a large gathering of Germans. Big men with bulging biceps, long shaggy blonde mullets, handle bar moustaches and wearing string netted vests and polka-dotted shorts.
German Man #1: Oh yarr... This is so bosh!
Hank: Oh my god...
The nearest German turns and spots Lance and Hank.
German Man #2: Oh, ave yuu two guys come tu get down and bosh wiv us? We arr from the umber one german fan club of Duran Duran... They arr top bosh!
Lance: Er... yah.
German Man #2: Oh yarr! Now as yuu americhans say... watch mee strutt ma funkeh stufh.
The German starts to bob about, waving his arms all over the place and upon seeing this, whole gang of them do something similar. Lance and Hank look at each other, slightly scared. They start pushing past the Germans, who start jumping up and down and all over the place. They finally manage to get all the way along the row and back out into the next aisle.
Hank: Someone pinched my ass...
Lance: Maybe you just captivate men's hearts...
They walk down this aisle and find themselves in the area, at the corner of the stage where all the sexy women are. Simon Le Bon takes the microphone, as the crowd becomes silent, waiting for him to speak.
Simon Le Bon: This has been a great night... You have been a wonderful audience but now it is time for the last song... I am sure you all know it so you are welcome to sing along.
The crowd cheers and scream as the first notes of 'Rio' begin to play. The crowd of women, next to Lance and Hank, start screaming with all their might and some even start crying. About half the audience are singing the song now, which is drifting over the crowd. As the song reaches the chorus the whole crowd seem to burst into song, creating a deafening roar.
"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand...
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land...
And when she shines she really shows me all she can...
Ohh Rio, Rio dance through the Rio grand..."
The women at the corner of the stage suddenly whip their tops off and wave them above their heads, leaving themselves completely topless. Hank turns his head, a huge smile creeping across his face, almost having a fit.
Lance: Hey man, don't drool...
The women start jumping up and down, screaming and crying all at once. Hank starts jumping about next to the women, who don't even seem to notice him as Lance looks on, laughing. Minutes later and the concert has finished, Simon Le Bon has said his farewell and the band has retreated backstage as the audience give off mixed reactions of screaming, cheering, crying and cries of 'awwww'. The women put their tops back on and start following the crowd towards the exits. Lance and Hank turn to go but half way up the aisle is the 'gay man' who came on to Hank. He is stood, waving at Hank,
Gay Man: Yoo-hoo...
A sudden look of desperation wipes across Hanks face then he turns around,
Hank: Come on... Let's go this way.
They turn and start walking in the opposite direction. Just then they spot someone jumping the guard rails and running past one of the guards. Before he disappears backstage they could just see him pull out what looked like a gun. They look at each other, as if reading each other's minds to see if they saw the same thing.
Lance: We should check it out...
Hank: Let’s roll!
They jump the guard rail, up onto the stage and behind the curtain into the backstage area. There is no one around but they can hear voices up ahead. They silently walk forward, in the direction of the voices. They come to a gathering area and can see the band and various backstage technicians and so on sat on the floor. The man who they had previously seen jump the guard rail is stood in front of them with a gun pointed at them. Lance and Hank quickly duck down behind some large amplifiers.
Hank: Hostage situation?
Lance: Either that or someone is really angry the concert is over...
Hank: You go that way behind that curtain over there and try and get behind the hostages. I'll go this way and try to calm him down. Shoot to kill if you have to...
Lance: Got it...
They split up, sneaking behind various equipment, trying not to be seen. Hank walks into the gathering area and the gunman jumps back, surprised. He aims the gun at Hank but he puts his hands up.
Gunman: Who are you?
Hank: Hank Sharpe... I'm a cop...
Gunman: W... wha... what are you doing here?
Hank: I should be asking you that question...
Gunman: It's simple... I am gonna kill Duran Duran...
Hank: Ok... ok... calm down... Let's get a hold of the situation. Let’s lower the gun and talk about why it’s come to such drastic action...
Gunman: My name is Gary Swallow... Simon Le Bon knows who I am...
Simon Le Bon: No I don't...
Gary Swallow: Sure you do... You took my place in Duran Duran... I should have been the one singing Rio... I should be the one with the fame... But you took it... So now... I am gonna take you... out!
Hank: Ok, ok... We can all understand how you must feel. I was once beaten out of the part of 'Pilgrim Number 1' in my school play.
Gary Swallow: Don't patronise me, damn 80's throwback...
He walks up to Hank, with the gun pointed at him.
Gary Swallow: You don't know what it is like to see their faces everywhere... To know that that could have been you with your face over every bedroom wall in America... It should have been me.
Hank: Ok, so we all have unlucky breaks... but killing them will not make up for that.
Gary Swallow: If I can't be famous for being in Duran Duran... Then I shall be famous for killing Duran Duran!
Gary turns and points the gun at Simon Le Bons head. He is about to pull the trigger...
Hank: WAIT!
Gary turns back to Hank, anger spreading across his face.
Hank: You can't kill somebody because of a grudge you have held for the past 20 years...
Garys' eyes narrow on Hank. He walks forward a pace of two, Finger on the trigger.
Gary: Grudge? This is more than a grudge... This is raw hatred...
Just then a loud band is heard and Gary, shocked, lets his guard drop and turns to see where the noise came from. Hank kicks the gun from his hand and it falls to the floor. Gary quickly turns and aims a swift punch at Hank but he ducks and punches Gary in the stomach. Gary doubles over and Hank punches him in the face and Gary stumbles backwards. He recovers and lunges at Hank, wrapping his hands around his throat. They struggle for a moment and then Hank knees him in the crotch. Gary doubles over again and Hank hits him with a swift roundhouse kick. On the floor, Gary looks for his gun. He spots and scrambles forward, picking up the gun and takes aim at Hank. The trigger is pulled and the sound of a bullet been shot is heard.
Hank opens his eyes and spots Gary lying on the floor. He looks up to see Lance walking towards them, holding his gun. The band and crew, scared and shocked are looking around to see who it is. Hank kneels down to check on Gary as Lance comes up.
Hank: He's dead...
The various backstage agents start rushing the members of Duran Duran and other important people back into their dressing rooms. Several people come up to thank them but the area is soon deserted, except for Lance, Hank and the body of Gary Swallow. About 15 minutes later, Lance and Hank are hanging around backstage as medics and police officers take charge of the scene. An official representative of Duran Duran comes out to see them. They thank Lance and Hank for saving the lives of the band and everyone involved and give them the details of the hotel where Duran Duran are staying who wish to thank them in person.
Lance: What an interesting night...
Hank: Crime never sleeps.
Lance: But we do. We better go get some rest before our big match tomorrow night. You were right though Hank. This week of relaxation has being great. It’s really helped to get my head together and now we can focus on the match and beating the other teams.
Hank: Don’t sweat it.. We may be the underdogs going in to this but we will certainly come out of it on top. Soon, everyone will learn that we’re the team to beat. We’ve got the 3Cs on our side.. Courage, Confidence and Cornflakes. Come tomorrow night, it’s time for Los Conquistadores, Mitch Thompson and Adam Stryker and most certainly The V-List to face a little Cold, Hard Justice.
The scene fades out as Lance and Hank turn to walk away.
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