Post by Roy Vezina on Jul 10, 2024 23:30:52 GMT
*The camera opens to a serene, picturesque scene deep in the Canadian wilderness. Snow-covered trees surround a small frozen pond that has been cleared for ice skating. The stillness is broken only by the soft sound of skates gliding over the ice. "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina is on the ice, moving with a blend of grace and intensity. He’s replaying the past few months in his mind, trying to find peace but clearly struggling.*
*The scene shifts to flashbacks of the cage match with Ryan Samuels, the close title match against Kalidah, and moments of frustration with Iron Road management, especially Duke Womack. The weight of these memories is evident in Roy’s expression as he skates.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Damn it, Roy. What’s happening to you? You’re slipping. You had Kalidah, you were so close, and now you’re teaming with him? How did it come to this?
*Roy stops at one end of the rink, breathing heavily, trying to center himself. He looks around at the tranquil setting, seeking solace but finding only mounting frustration.*
*He resumes skating, pushing harder, the anger and frustration visible in his movements. The ice beneath his skates crunches with each powerful stride.*
*Flashbacks of the cage match with Ryan Samuels play out in his mind, the blood, the pain, the victory. Then the title match with Kalidah, the near misses, the final moments of defeat. His thoughts drift to Duke Womack, and his growing frustration with Iron Road management.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself, growing agitated) Duke Womack, you’ve got no idea what you’re doing. You’re holding me back. I should be leading this promotion, not struggling like this. I’m not mediocre. I’m the best. I need to be the best.
*He stops again, the cold air forming clouds with his breath. He looks around, trying to calm himself, but his mind is racing.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I need to lead. The Punch Line needs a captain. But how can I lead when I’m losing control? AJ Knight is no joke, and Orville Newton is smarter and craftier than people think. Teaming with Kalidah... this is ridiculous.
*He resumes skating, faster now, as if trying to outrun his thoughts. His movements become more erratic, a slight twitch of paranoia forming.*
*Roy Vezina’s mind flashes back to the cage match with Ryan Samuels. The brutality, the bloodshed, the feeling of triumph when he stood tall after that grueling encounter. It was a battle that defined him, that made him believe he was on the path to greatness.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I took down Ryan Samuels. I proved I’m tough enough, strong enough. But then Kalidah... damn him. He’s got the title, and I don’t.
*The scene shifts to the title match against Kalidah. The near misses, the excruciating moments when victory slipped through his fingers. Kalidah’s dominance, his resilience. The final moments when Roy was so close, only to be denied. The frustration is palpable in Roy’s expression as he skates harder, pushing himself to the limit.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Kalidah is tough, no doubt about it. But I was right there. I had him. I should have that title. Not him. I deserve it.
*His thoughts shift to Duke Womack and the management of Iron Road. The decisions that he feels have held him back, the moments where he’s felt overlooked, underappreciated. The frustration boils over as he skates even harder, the ice cracking under the force of his strides.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Duke Womack, you don’t know what you’re doing. You think you’re running this place, but you’re just holding me back. I’m the one who should be leading this promotion. I’m the face of Iron Road, not some afterthought.
*He stops again, the cold air biting at his skin. He looks around the peaceful wilderness, trying to calm himself, but the turmoil inside is too strong. He resumes skating, his movements a mix of grace and fury. The frustration is evident, but so is the determination. A slight twitch of paranoia forms as he thinks about the eyes on him, the expectations, the pressure.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) They’re all watching. Waiting for me to slip. But I won’t. I can’t. I have to be the champion. I came so close last time. This time, it has to be different. It will be different.
*He stops in the center of the rink, staring into the distance, the frustration and determination warring in his expression.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself, more resolute) I will find a way. I will lead. I will become the champion. Duke, Kalidah, AJ Knight, Orville Newton... none of them can stop me. I won’t let them.
*The camera captures Roy standing alone on the ice, the vast wilderness around him a stark contrast to the turmoil within. His breath steadies, and he closes his eyes, trying to find the peace he so desperately seeks. But the resolve in his expression makes it clear that he’s ready for the battles ahead, no matter how tough they may be.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I am "Mr. Canada." I am the future champion. And I will not let anyone take that away from me.
*The scene fades out, leaving Roy Vezina standing on the ice, a figure of determination and grit, preparing to reclaim his place at the top.*
*The scene shifts to flashbacks of the cage match with Ryan Samuels, the close title match against Kalidah, and moments of frustration with Iron Road management, especially Duke Womack. The weight of these memories is evident in Roy’s expression as he skates.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Damn it, Roy. What’s happening to you? You’re slipping. You had Kalidah, you were so close, and now you’re teaming with him? How did it come to this?
*Roy stops at one end of the rink, breathing heavily, trying to center himself. He looks around at the tranquil setting, seeking solace but finding only mounting frustration.*
*He resumes skating, pushing harder, the anger and frustration visible in his movements. The ice beneath his skates crunches with each powerful stride.*
*Flashbacks of the cage match with Ryan Samuels play out in his mind, the blood, the pain, the victory. Then the title match with Kalidah, the near misses, the final moments of defeat. His thoughts drift to Duke Womack, and his growing frustration with Iron Road management.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself, growing agitated) Duke Womack, you’ve got no idea what you’re doing. You’re holding me back. I should be leading this promotion, not struggling like this. I’m not mediocre. I’m the best. I need to be the best.
*He stops again, the cold air forming clouds with his breath. He looks around, trying to calm himself, but his mind is racing.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I need to lead. The Punch Line needs a captain. But how can I lead when I’m losing control? AJ Knight is no joke, and Orville Newton is smarter and craftier than people think. Teaming with Kalidah... this is ridiculous.
*He resumes skating, faster now, as if trying to outrun his thoughts. His movements become more erratic, a slight twitch of paranoia forming.*
*Roy Vezina’s mind flashes back to the cage match with Ryan Samuels. The brutality, the bloodshed, the feeling of triumph when he stood tall after that grueling encounter. It was a battle that defined him, that made him believe he was on the path to greatness.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I took down Ryan Samuels. I proved I’m tough enough, strong enough. But then Kalidah... damn him. He’s got the title, and I don’t.
*The scene shifts to the title match against Kalidah. The near misses, the excruciating moments when victory slipped through his fingers. Kalidah’s dominance, his resilience. The final moments when Roy was so close, only to be denied. The frustration is palpable in Roy’s expression as he skates harder, pushing himself to the limit.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Kalidah is tough, no doubt about it. But I was right there. I had him. I should have that title. Not him. I deserve it.
*His thoughts shift to Duke Womack and the management of Iron Road. The decisions that he feels have held him back, the moments where he’s felt overlooked, underappreciated. The frustration boils over as he skates even harder, the ice cracking under the force of his strides.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) Duke Womack, you don’t know what you’re doing. You think you’re running this place, but you’re just holding me back. I’m the one who should be leading this promotion. I’m the face of Iron Road, not some afterthought.
*He stops again, the cold air biting at his skin. He looks around the peaceful wilderness, trying to calm himself, but the turmoil inside is too strong. He resumes skating, his movements a mix of grace and fury. The frustration is evident, but so is the determination. A slight twitch of paranoia forms as he thinks about the eyes on him, the expectations, the pressure.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) They’re all watching. Waiting for me to slip. But I won’t. I can’t. I have to be the champion. I came so close last time. This time, it has to be different. It will be different.
*He stops in the center of the rink, staring into the distance, the frustration and determination warring in his expression.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself, more resolute) I will find a way. I will lead. I will become the champion. Duke, Kalidah, AJ Knight, Orville Newton... none of them can stop me. I won’t let them.
*The camera captures Roy standing alone on the ice, the vast wilderness around him a stark contrast to the turmoil within. His breath steadies, and he closes his eyes, trying to find the peace he so desperately seeks. But the resolve in his expression makes it clear that he’s ready for the battles ahead, no matter how tough they may be.*
Roy Vezina: (to himself) I am "Mr. Canada." I am the future champion. And I will not let anyone take that away from me.
*The scene fades out, leaving Roy Vezina standing on the ice, a figure of determination and grit, preparing to reclaim his place at the top.*