Post by Roy Vezina on May 14, 2024 23:57:11 GMT
The camera opens to a grimy, dimly lit bathroom where "The Canadian Shield" Harv Norris and "Rocket" Rick Hull are on their hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with toothbrushes. Their faces are etched with frustration and determination, beads of sweat forming on their brows. "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina stands nearby, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face.
Roy Vezina: (shaking his head) You boys really dropped the puck losing those tag team titles to El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody. Friends of that treacherous piggy Ryan Samuels, no less. This is what happens when you let your guard down, eh.
Harv Norris: (scrubbing furiously) Dee vane on top of dee pole revolved in dee wind. [We know, cap. We’re paying the price for it now.]
Rick Hull: (gritting his teeth) This is humiliating, but we’ll make it right. We’ll get those titles back.
Roy Vezina: (nodding) You better. This isn’t just about the titles. It’s about pride. It’s about showing Ry and his cronies that The Punch Line doesn’t back down.
Harv Norris: (pausing to wipe his forehead) Dee chap slipped into dee crowd and was lost, Captain. Send dee stuff in a thick paper bag. [It won’t happen again, Captain. We’re gonna come back stronger and smarter.]
Rick Hull: (determined) Yeah, we’re gonna show everyone that losing was a fluke. The Punch Line will rise again.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) I hope so. Because next time, if we lose again, someone is getting benched. We’re not just a team—we’re the best damn trio in Pollo Road, and it’s time we proved it.
Roy’s words hang in the air as Harv and Rick continue scrubbing, their resolve strengthening with each brushstroke. They know the road to redemption won’t be easy, but they’re determined to reclaim their glory and show the world that The Punch Line is far from finished.
Harv Norris: (gritting his teeth) A quart of milk is water El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody for dee most part. In some forin or other we need fun. [El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody got lucky. Next time, we’ll be ready.]
Rick Hull: (nodding) And Samuels will regret ever thinking he could mess with The Punch Line.
Roy Vezina: (smirking) That’s the spirit. Now finish up here, and let’s get back to training. We’ve got a lot of work to do if we’re gonna take back what’s ours.
As Harv and Rick scrub away, the camera follows Roy walking away from the bathroom, his expression shifts from stern to pensive. The normally confident leader of The Punch Line is deep in thought, his mind racing as he considers his upcoming Steel Cage Match against Ryan Samuels. The added element of barbed wire wrapped around the top of the cage only heightens his anxiety.
Roy heads down a quiet corridor, away from the bustling activity of the arena. He pauses, leaning against the wall, and takes a deep breath.
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Damn it, Ry. Of all the matches, it had to be a Steel Cage with barbed wire. This isn’t just another fight. This is... different.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly feeling the weight of the impending showdown. Despite his bravado in front of Harv and Rick, the reality of the situation is sinking in.
Roy Vezina: (muttering) I’ve faced tough opponents before, but Samuels... he’s a different beast. And with that barbed wire... one wrong move, and it’s all over.
Roy’s mind flashes to the last time he was in the ring with Samuels. The brutality, the unrelenting violence. But this time, the stakes are higher. The barbed wire and steel are a constant reminder of the added danger.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) Gotta stay focused. Can’t let Harv and Rick see any doubt. They’re counting on me to lead, to win.
He straightens up, trying to shake off the nerves. His thoughts turn to his strategy, how he’ll need to outthink and outmaneuver Samuels. There’s no room for hesitation inside that cage.
Roy Vezina: (determined) Alright, Roy. You’ve got this. Ry might be tough, but you’re tougher. You’ve got the smarts, the skill. And most importantly, you’ve got the heart of a Canadian.
Roy starts walking again, his steps more resolute. As he approaches the locker room, he knows he needs to project confidence, not just for himself but for his teammates as well. Harv and Rick need to see their captain ready to face any challenge, no matter how daunting.
Roy Vezina: (whispering to himself) This is it. Time to show Ry and the whole damn world what Mr. Canada is made of. No backing down. No giving up.
He pushes open the locker room door, the noise and energy of his teammates snapping him back into the present. Harv and Rick look up, sensing their leader’s return. Roy forces a confident smile, masking the turmoil inside.
Harv Norris: (smirking) Peep under dee tent and see dee clowns? [Ready to kick some cowboy ass, cap?]
Rick Hull: (grinning) Yeah, we know you’ve got this. Show that hoser what happens when he messes with The Punch Line.
Roy Vezina: (nodding) Damn right, boys. We’re not just here to compete – we’re here to dominate. Piggy doesn’t stand a chance.
As his teammates cheer, Roy feels a renewed sense of determination. The nerves are still there, but so is the fire. The match might be brutal, but he’s ready to face it head-on. With his team behind him and his resolve solidified, Roy Vezina prepares for the fight of his life.
Roy Vezina: (shaking his head) You boys really dropped the puck losing those tag team titles to El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody. Friends of that treacherous piggy Ryan Samuels, no less. This is what happens when you let your guard down, eh.
Harv Norris: (scrubbing furiously) Dee vane on top of dee pole revolved in dee wind. [We know, cap. We’re paying the price for it now.]
Rick Hull: (gritting his teeth) This is humiliating, but we’ll make it right. We’ll get those titles back.
Roy Vezina: (nodding) You better. This isn’t just about the titles. It’s about pride. It’s about showing Ry and his cronies that The Punch Line doesn’t back down.
Harv Norris: (pausing to wipe his forehead) Dee chap slipped into dee crowd and was lost, Captain. Send dee stuff in a thick paper bag. [It won’t happen again, Captain. We’re gonna come back stronger and smarter.]
Rick Hull: (determined) Yeah, we’re gonna show everyone that losing was a fluke. The Punch Line will rise again.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) I hope so. Because next time, if we lose again, someone is getting benched. We’re not just a team—we’re the best damn trio in Pollo Road, and it’s time we proved it.
Roy’s words hang in the air as Harv and Rick continue scrubbing, their resolve strengthening with each brushstroke. They know the road to redemption won’t be easy, but they’re determined to reclaim their glory and show the world that The Punch Line is far from finished.
Harv Norris: (gritting his teeth) A quart of milk is water El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody for dee most part. In some forin or other we need fun. [El Pollo Gigante and “Iron” Mack Brody got lucky. Next time, we’ll be ready.]
Rick Hull: (nodding) And Samuels will regret ever thinking he could mess with The Punch Line.
Roy Vezina: (smirking) That’s the spirit. Now finish up here, and let’s get back to training. We’ve got a lot of work to do if we’re gonna take back what’s ours.
As Harv and Rick scrub away, the camera follows Roy walking away from the bathroom, his expression shifts from stern to pensive. The normally confident leader of The Punch Line is deep in thought, his mind racing as he considers his upcoming Steel Cage Match against Ryan Samuels. The added element of barbed wire wrapped around the top of the cage only heightens his anxiety.
Roy heads down a quiet corridor, away from the bustling activity of the arena. He pauses, leaning against the wall, and takes a deep breath.
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Damn it, Ry. Of all the matches, it had to be a Steel Cage with barbed wire. This isn’t just another fight. This is... different.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly feeling the weight of the impending showdown. Despite his bravado in front of Harv and Rick, the reality of the situation is sinking in.
Roy Vezina: (muttering) I’ve faced tough opponents before, but Samuels... he’s a different beast. And with that barbed wire... one wrong move, and it’s all over.
Roy’s mind flashes to the last time he was in the ring with Samuels. The brutality, the unrelenting violence. But this time, the stakes are higher. The barbed wire and steel are a constant reminder of the added danger.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) Gotta stay focused. Can’t let Harv and Rick see any doubt. They’re counting on me to lead, to win.
He straightens up, trying to shake off the nerves. His thoughts turn to his strategy, how he’ll need to outthink and outmaneuver Samuels. There’s no room for hesitation inside that cage.
Roy Vezina: (determined) Alright, Roy. You’ve got this. Ry might be tough, but you’re tougher. You’ve got the smarts, the skill. And most importantly, you’ve got the heart of a Canadian.
Roy starts walking again, his steps more resolute. As he approaches the locker room, he knows he needs to project confidence, not just for himself but for his teammates as well. Harv and Rick need to see their captain ready to face any challenge, no matter how daunting.
Roy Vezina: (whispering to himself) This is it. Time to show Ry and the whole damn world what Mr. Canada is made of. No backing down. No giving up.
He pushes open the locker room door, the noise and energy of his teammates snapping him back into the present. Harv and Rick look up, sensing their leader’s return. Roy forces a confident smile, masking the turmoil inside.
Harv Norris: (smirking) Peep under dee tent and see dee clowns? [Ready to kick some cowboy ass, cap?]
Rick Hull: (grinning) Yeah, we know you’ve got this. Show that hoser what happens when he messes with The Punch Line.
Roy Vezina: (nodding) Damn right, boys. We’re not just here to compete – we’re here to dominate. Piggy doesn’t stand a chance.
As his teammates cheer, Roy feels a renewed sense of determination. The nerves are still there, but so is the fire. The match might be brutal, but he’s ready to face it head-on. With his team behind him and his resolve solidified, Roy Vezina prepares for the fight of his life.