Post by Roy Vezina on Jun 5, 2024 0:32:52 GMT
*The camera opens to an empty arena, its once-thrumming seats now silent. Sam Hewitt stands at ringside, ready to interview a visibly exhausted and bloodied "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina, who has just emerged victorious from a brutal Steel Cage Match against "The Midwest Nightmare" Ryan Samuels. Roy's demeanor is a mix of weariness, anger, and a hint of satisfaction as he leans against the ropes, breathing heavily.*
Sam Hewitt: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we've had here at Crossroads! I'm joined now by "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina, who has just endured one of the most grueling matches we've seen. Roy, you emerged victorious tonight, but it wasn't without a cost. How are you feeling right now?
Roy Vezina: (panting, his voice trembling with both exhaustion and anger) Sam, I’ll be honest with you... I'm feeling like I've been through hell. But you know what? I did it. I stood toe-to-toe with that so-called Midwest Nightmare, and I came out on top.
Sam Hewitt: It was clear from the start that this match was deeply personal for you. Can you talk us through what was going through your mind during the match?
Roy Vezina: (taking a deep breath, his eyes blazing) This match wasn't just about winning, Sam. It was about proving a point. Ryan Samuels has been a thorn in my side for too long, masquerading under that El Cerdo Mostaza mask, thinking he could get the better of me and my team. Tonight, I showed him – and everyone else – that I’m not to be messed with.
Sam Hewitt: The Toledo crowd witnessed some truly shocking moments tonight, especially when both of you were bloodied and battered. What kept you going?
Roy Vezina: (clenching his fists) Pure, unfiltered rage, Sam. Every punch, every slam into that barbed wire – it was all fueled by the anger I've been holding back. Samuels thought he could humiliate me, but I turned the tables. I made sure he felt every ounce of the pain he’s caused me.
Sam Hewitt: Your teammates, Harv Norris and Rick Hull, were visibly concerned but also supportive. How important was their presence for you tonight?
Roy Vezina: (nodding) Harv and Rick... those guys are my brothers. They believed in me when nobody else did. Seeing them on the outside, cheering me on, reminding me of what’s at stake – it gave me the strength to push through. We are The Punch Line, and we fight for each other.
Sam Hewitt: There was a moment when it seemed like you might not make it. What went through your mind when you were tangled in that barbed wire?
Roy Vezina: (grimacing at the memory) Pain, Sam. Unimaginable pain. But giving up wasn’t an option. I knew I had to dig deep, find that last reserve of strength, and keep fighting. Because losing to Ryan Samuels was never an option.
Sam Hewitt: The fans here in Toledo saw you do the unthinkable. You walked into that cage and emerged victorious, even after both of you left everything you had in that ring. What message do you have for Ryan Samuels now?
Roy Vezina: (staring into the camera, his voice dripping with intensity) Samuels, tonight was your reckoning. You thought you could break me, but you only made me stronger. This victory isn't just mine – it’s for every single person who doubted me, every fan who counted The Punch Line out. And remember this, Samuels – you’ll never be able to hide behind a mask again. You’ve faced Mr. Canada, and you lost. Now, get out of my promotion.
Sam Hewitt: Roy, it’s clear this was more than just a match. It was a statement. Congratulations on your victory tonight.
Roy Vezina: (nodding, still catching his breath) Thanks, Sam. Tonight was just the beginning. The Punch Line isn’t going anywhere, and we’re just getting started.
*As Roy Vezina walks away, the camera captures the aftermath of a man who has laid it all on the line. The once empty arena now echoes with the silence of victory and the promise of more battles to come. Sam Hewitt stands by, wrapping up the segment as the show comes to a close.*
Sam Hewitt: Thank you for joining us here at Crossroads. It’s been a night of violence, redemption, and unforgettable moments. Until next time, folks, stay tuned for more from… whatever we are now.
*The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage area, where Roy now is being tended to by medics. He’s sitting on a bench, still in his ring gear, bloodied and bruised. The atmosphere is thick with tension and exhaustion as Roy’s teammates, "The Canadian Shield" Harv Norris and "Rocket" Rick Hull, stand nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration.*
Harv Norris: (kneeling beside Roy) Ripe pears are fit for a queen's table? At night dee alarm roused he from a deep sleep. [You alright, man? That was one hell of a match out there.]
Roy Vezina: (nodding slowly, wincing in pain) Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need a minute to catch my breath.
Rick Hull: (leaning against the wall) You did it, Roy. You took down Samuels. Showed everyone who’s boss.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) Yeah... but damn, that was tough. That barbed wire... it’s no joke.
Harv Norris: (patting Roy’s shoulder) Dee meal was cooked before dee bell rang. A rag will soak up spilled water. Dee brass tube circled dee high wall. [You proved a point tonight, Roy. Samuels won’t be messing with us anymore. You showed him what The Punch Line is made of.]
*The medics finish patching up Roy’s wounds and step back, giving him space. Roy slowly stands up, his body clearly aching from the ordeal.*
Roy Vezina: (gritting his teeth) Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done it without knowing you two had my back.
Rick Hull: (smiling) Always, man. We’re a team. We stick together.
Harv Norris: (nodding) Shake hands with this friendly child. Dee little tales they tell are false. [And we’re just getting started. There’s a lot more to come for The Punch Line.]
*Roy leans against the wall, taking a deep breath as he gathers his thoughts. The intensity of the match still lingers in his mind, but the support of his teammates fuels his determination.*
Roy Vezina: (looking at Harv and Rick) Tonight was personal. Samuels needed to be shown his place. But now, we focus on what’s next. We’ve got titles to win back, challenges to face. We keep pushing forward.
Harv Norris: (grinning) A plea for funds seems to come again. Dee first part of dee plan needs changing. [Damn right. We’re not letting anyone take us down.]
Rick Hull: (pumping his fist) Let’s make sure everyone knows The Punch Line is here to stay.
*Roy straightens up, the fire in his eyes returning as he draws strength from his teammates’ words. He knows the battle isn’t over, but with Harv and Rick by his side, he’s ready for whatever comes next.*
Roy Vezina: (smirking) Alright, boys. Let’s get back out there and show them why we’re the best.
*The trio shares a determined nod before heading towards the locker room, their bond stronger than ever. The camera follows them, capturing the resolve and unity that defines The Punch Line. As they walk away, the backstage area buzzes with the echoes of their victory and the promise of more to come.*
Sam Hewitt: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we've had here at Crossroads! I'm joined now by "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina, who has just endured one of the most grueling matches we've seen. Roy, you emerged victorious tonight, but it wasn't without a cost. How are you feeling right now?
Roy Vezina: (panting, his voice trembling with both exhaustion and anger) Sam, I’ll be honest with you... I'm feeling like I've been through hell. But you know what? I did it. I stood toe-to-toe with that so-called Midwest Nightmare, and I came out on top.
Sam Hewitt: It was clear from the start that this match was deeply personal for you. Can you talk us through what was going through your mind during the match?
Roy Vezina: (taking a deep breath, his eyes blazing) This match wasn't just about winning, Sam. It was about proving a point. Ryan Samuels has been a thorn in my side for too long, masquerading under that El Cerdo Mostaza mask, thinking he could get the better of me and my team. Tonight, I showed him – and everyone else – that I’m not to be messed with.
Sam Hewitt: The Toledo crowd witnessed some truly shocking moments tonight, especially when both of you were bloodied and battered. What kept you going?
Roy Vezina: (clenching his fists) Pure, unfiltered rage, Sam. Every punch, every slam into that barbed wire – it was all fueled by the anger I've been holding back. Samuels thought he could humiliate me, but I turned the tables. I made sure he felt every ounce of the pain he’s caused me.
Sam Hewitt: Your teammates, Harv Norris and Rick Hull, were visibly concerned but also supportive. How important was their presence for you tonight?
Roy Vezina: (nodding) Harv and Rick... those guys are my brothers. They believed in me when nobody else did. Seeing them on the outside, cheering me on, reminding me of what’s at stake – it gave me the strength to push through. We are The Punch Line, and we fight for each other.
Sam Hewitt: There was a moment when it seemed like you might not make it. What went through your mind when you were tangled in that barbed wire?
Roy Vezina: (grimacing at the memory) Pain, Sam. Unimaginable pain. But giving up wasn’t an option. I knew I had to dig deep, find that last reserve of strength, and keep fighting. Because losing to Ryan Samuels was never an option.
Sam Hewitt: The fans here in Toledo saw you do the unthinkable. You walked into that cage and emerged victorious, even after both of you left everything you had in that ring. What message do you have for Ryan Samuels now?
Roy Vezina: (staring into the camera, his voice dripping with intensity) Samuels, tonight was your reckoning. You thought you could break me, but you only made me stronger. This victory isn't just mine – it’s for every single person who doubted me, every fan who counted The Punch Line out. And remember this, Samuels – you’ll never be able to hide behind a mask again. You’ve faced Mr. Canada, and you lost. Now, get out of my promotion.
Sam Hewitt: Roy, it’s clear this was more than just a match. It was a statement. Congratulations on your victory tonight.
Roy Vezina: (nodding, still catching his breath) Thanks, Sam. Tonight was just the beginning. The Punch Line isn’t going anywhere, and we’re just getting started.
*As Roy Vezina walks away, the camera captures the aftermath of a man who has laid it all on the line. The once empty arena now echoes with the silence of victory and the promise of more battles to come. Sam Hewitt stands by, wrapping up the segment as the show comes to a close.*
Sam Hewitt: Thank you for joining us here at Crossroads. It’s been a night of violence, redemption, and unforgettable moments. Until next time, folks, stay tuned for more from… whatever we are now.
*The camera cuts to a dimly lit backstage area, where Roy now is being tended to by medics. He’s sitting on a bench, still in his ring gear, bloodied and bruised. The atmosphere is thick with tension and exhaustion as Roy’s teammates, "The Canadian Shield" Harv Norris and "Rocket" Rick Hull, stand nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and admiration.*
Harv Norris: (kneeling beside Roy) Ripe pears are fit for a queen's table? At night dee alarm roused he from a deep sleep. [You alright, man? That was one hell of a match out there.]
Roy Vezina: (nodding slowly, wincing in pain) Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need a minute to catch my breath.
Rick Hull: (leaning against the wall) You did it, Roy. You took down Samuels. Showed everyone who’s boss.
Roy Vezina: (sighing) Yeah... but damn, that was tough. That barbed wire... it’s no joke.
Harv Norris: (patting Roy’s shoulder) Dee meal was cooked before dee bell rang. A rag will soak up spilled water. Dee brass tube circled dee high wall. [You proved a point tonight, Roy. Samuels won’t be messing with us anymore. You showed him what The Punch Line is made of.]
*The medics finish patching up Roy’s wounds and step back, giving him space. Roy slowly stands up, his body clearly aching from the ordeal.*
Roy Vezina: (gritting his teeth) Thanks, guys. I couldn’t have done it without knowing you two had my back.
Rick Hull: (smiling) Always, man. We’re a team. We stick together.
Harv Norris: (nodding) Shake hands with this friendly child. Dee little tales they tell are false. [And we’re just getting started. There’s a lot more to come for The Punch Line.]
*Roy leans against the wall, taking a deep breath as he gathers his thoughts. The intensity of the match still lingers in his mind, but the support of his teammates fuels his determination.*
Roy Vezina: (looking at Harv and Rick) Tonight was personal. Samuels needed to be shown his place. But now, we focus on what’s next. We’ve got titles to win back, challenges to face. We keep pushing forward.
Harv Norris: (grinning) A plea for funds seems to come again. Dee first part of dee plan needs changing. [Damn right. We’re not letting anyone take us down.]
Rick Hull: (pumping his fist) Let’s make sure everyone knows The Punch Line is here to stay.
*Roy straightens up, the fire in his eyes returning as he draws strength from his teammates’ words. He knows the battle isn’t over, but with Harv and Rick by his side, he’s ready for whatever comes next.*
Roy Vezina: (smirking) Alright, boys. Let’s get back out there and show them why we’re the best.
*The trio shares a determined nod before heading towards the locker room, their bond stronger than ever. The camera follows them, capturing the resolve and unity that defines The Punch Line. As they walk away, the backstage area buzzes with the echoes of their victory and the promise of more to come.*