Post by Roy Vezina on Jul 15, 2024 23:13:02 GMT
*The camera opens with a shaky view, clearly recorded from a cell phone. The lighting is dim, and the background suggests a nondescript location, perhaps a hotel room or a secluded area backstage. "Mr. Canada" Roy Vezina appears on the screen, his expression a mix of arrogance and irritation. He takes a moment to adjust the phone, ensuring he's framed perfectly before launching into his rant.*
Roy Vezina: (smirking) Oh, look at this. A little message from the most dangerous man in Iron Road. Yeah, that’s right, it's me, Roy Vezina. And guess what, folks? The Great Lakes management, in all their infinite wisdom, decided to suspend me indefinitely. Can you believe it?
*He pauses, his smirk growing wider as he shakes his head mockingly.*
Roy Vezina: Let me break it down for you, just in case you missed the show in Grand Rapids, Michigan. During the championship bout between Kalidah and Orville Newton, my boys Harv Norris and Rick Hull decided to give AJ Knight a little surprise. AJ, being the nosy goodie-two-shoes he is, thought he’d play hero. And what happened? An all-out brawl, that’s what.
*Roy leans closer to the camera, his tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain.*
Roy Vezina: And then, in the chaos, I went to give Kalidah – or should I just call him Eli, because I’m not going to add to his warped bullshit by calling him some scary name – a little taste of his own medicine with my trusted hockey puck. But things escalated, didn’t they? I had to up the ante. So, I sprayed him with something from a water bottle. Now everyone’s acting like I committed a war crime.
*He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with the reactions of the officials and the audience.*
Roy Vezina: Dr. Nick Pierson, rushing to Eli’s side, making a big scene. Eli is rolling around, clutching his eyes like he’s been hit with acid or something. Give me a break. And let’s not forget Orville Newton, refusing to take the win because, oh, it’s unsportsmanlike. Newsflash, Newton: this isn’t a charity match. It’s wrestling. Get over yourself.
*Roy’s demeanor shifts slightly, his arrogance turning into anger.*
Roy Vezina: And now Duke Womack, the great General Manager, decides to suspend me indefinitely. Saying there’s no place for my “reckless and dangerous behavior.” Really, Duke? Really? This is wrestling. It’s not a ballet recital. If Eli can’t handle a little spray to the face, maybe he should think about another career.
*He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying his own rant.*
Roy Vezina: You think suspending me is going to solve anything? You think you’re teaching me a lesson? All you’re doing is proving that I’m right. I am Canada’s Finest Export, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that. Eli, Newton, AJ Knight – they’re all just obstacles. And obstacles are meant to be smashed.
*Roy leans in even closer, his face taking up most of the screen.*
Roy Vezina: And speaking of Eli, let’s talk about Lotte, or Charlotte or whatever her name is. Oh, she’s having a field day on the internet. Saw her tweet, did you? @tigermaskred can’t see. Whatever that b@st@rd threw in his eyes has left him completely blinded. @ironroad isn’t doing shit about it, but I’m not the least surprised. She’s blaming me, and acting like I’m the villain here. Charlotte, maybe you should focus more on your man’s recovery than whining on Twitter. But hey, that’s just me.
*He smirks one last time before ending the recording, the screen going dark as his arrogant laughter echoes in the background.*
Roy Vezina: (smirking) Oh, look at this. A little message from the most dangerous man in Iron Road. Yeah, that’s right, it's me, Roy Vezina. And guess what, folks? The Great Lakes management, in all their infinite wisdom, decided to suspend me indefinitely. Can you believe it?
*He pauses, his smirk growing wider as he shakes his head mockingly.*
Roy Vezina: Let me break it down for you, just in case you missed the show in Grand Rapids, Michigan. During the championship bout between Kalidah and Orville Newton, my boys Harv Norris and Rick Hull decided to give AJ Knight a little surprise. AJ, being the nosy goodie-two-shoes he is, thought he’d play hero. And what happened? An all-out brawl, that’s what.
*Roy leans closer to the camera, his tone dripping with sarcasm and disdain.*
Roy Vezina: And then, in the chaos, I went to give Kalidah – or should I just call him Eli, because I’m not going to add to his warped bullshit by calling him some scary name – a little taste of his own medicine with my trusted hockey puck. But things escalated, didn’t they? I had to up the ante. So, I sprayed him with something from a water bottle. Now everyone’s acting like I committed a war crime.
*He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with the reactions of the officials and the audience.*
Roy Vezina: Dr. Nick Pierson, rushing to Eli’s side, making a big scene. Eli is rolling around, clutching his eyes like he’s been hit with acid or something. Give me a break. And let’s not forget Orville Newton, refusing to take the win because, oh, it’s unsportsmanlike. Newsflash, Newton: this isn’t a charity match. It’s wrestling. Get over yourself.
*Roy’s demeanor shifts slightly, his arrogance turning into anger.*
Roy Vezina: And now Duke Womack, the great General Manager, decides to suspend me indefinitely. Saying there’s no place for my “reckless and dangerous behavior.” Really, Duke? Really? This is wrestling. It’s not a ballet recital. If Eli can’t handle a little spray to the face, maybe he should think about another career.
*He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying his own rant.*
Roy Vezina: You think suspending me is going to solve anything? You think you’re teaching me a lesson? All you’re doing is proving that I’m right. I am Canada’s Finest Export, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that. Eli, Newton, AJ Knight – they’re all just obstacles. And obstacles are meant to be smashed.
*Roy leans in even closer, his face taking up most of the screen.*
Roy Vezina: And speaking of Eli, let’s talk about Lotte, or Charlotte or whatever her name is. Oh, she’s having a field day on the internet. Saw her tweet, did you? @tigermaskred can’t see. Whatever that b@st@rd threw in his eyes has left him completely blinded. @ironroad isn’t doing shit about it, but I’m not the least surprised. She’s blaming me, and acting like I’m the villain here. Charlotte, maybe you should focus more on your man’s recovery than whining on Twitter. But hey, that’s just me.
*He smirks one last time before ending the recording, the screen going dark as his arrogant laughter echoes in the background.*