Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 13, 2024 22:34:23 GMT
*The backstage area is dimly lit as the camera follows the newly crowned tag team champions, Harv Norris and Rick Hull, stumbling around in a state of panic. Harv is visibly shaken, muttering incoherent Newfoundland phrases under his breath while clutching his title belt tightly to his chest. Rick Hull, though equally disheveled, tries to maintain some semblance of composure as he drags Harv along.*
Harv Norris: (babbling) B'y, dey's everywhere! Da Ambush! I saw 'em, Rick! I saw 'em! Dey's gonna get us, b'y! We's doomed, we's done fer! Sweet mudder of Mary, whadda we do?!
*Harv's eyes dart around wildly, clearly rattled from the post-match chaos. Rick Hull, breathing heavily, stops suddenly and turns to his partner. Harv is nearly hyperventilating, clutching the belt like it’s a life raft.*
Harv Norris: (still frantic) We gotta run, b'y! We gotta—
*Before Harv can continue, Rick slaps him across the face, not too hard but enough to snap him back to reality.*
Rick Hull: (sternly) Get ahold of yourself, Harv! We ain’t runnin’. We’re the champs now! We just beat AJ Knight and Henry freakin’ Yamazaki! Ain’t nobody gonna take these belts from us. Not them, not the Ambush, not anybody!
*Harv blinks, the shock of the slap seeming to calm him slightly, though he’s still visibly nervous. He nods, trying to steady his breathing as he looks at Rick.*
Harv Norris: (calmer, but still shaky) Yer right, b'y... yer right. We's da champs. We's da best...
*Rick nods firmly, giving Harv a reassuring slap on the shoulder. Suddenly, Rick notices the camera, and his demeanor shifts to something resembling confidence. Harv follows his gaze and also spots the camera, quickly trying to compose himself as well.*
Rick Hull: (to the camera, forcing a grin) You see this? You’re lookin’ at the greatest act in all of Pollo Road, right here! Two-time tag team champions, baby!
Harv Norris: (nervously chiming in) Dat’s right! We's da Punch Line, b'y! An’ dere ain’t nobody gonna stop us!
*Despite their attempts to project confidence, both men keep glancing over their shoulders, clearly still on edge. Rick continues, his voice trembling slightly as he tries to sound braver than he feels.*
Rick Hull: We just proved tonight that we’re the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be in this business! Ambush, WAG1, anyone who wants a piece—bring it on!
*Harv nods enthusiastically, though his eyes are still darting around, half-expecting an attack at any moment.*
Harv Norris: (nervously grinning) We's ready fer ya! We ain't scared of nobody, no way, no how!
*Rick tries to sell it, despite the clear unease in his posture. He nudges Harv, and the two awkwardly raise their belts in the air, though it’s clear they’re still rattled.*
Rick Hull: (more subdued, but determined) We’re the Punch Line, and this is our show now!
*The camera lingers on them for a moment as they continue glancing around, half-smiling and half-panicked, before they start to shuffle off, still nervously eyeing their surroundings as the segment fades to black.*
Harv Norris: (babbling) B'y, dey's everywhere! Da Ambush! I saw 'em, Rick! I saw 'em! Dey's gonna get us, b'y! We's doomed, we's done fer! Sweet mudder of Mary, whadda we do?!
*Harv's eyes dart around wildly, clearly rattled from the post-match chaos. Rick Hull, breathing heavily, stops suddenly and turns to his partner. Harv is nearly hyperventilating, clutching the belt like it’s a life raft.*
Harv Norris: (still frantic) We gotta run, b'y! We gotta—
*Before Harv can continue, Rick slaps him across the face, not too hard but enough to snap him back to reality.*
Rick Hull: (sternly) Get ahold of yourself, Harv! We ain’t runnin’. We’re the champs now! We just beat AJ Knight and Henry freakin’ Yamazaki! Ain’t nobody gonna take these belts from us. Not them, not the Ambush, not anybody!
*Harv blinks, the shock of the slap seeming to calm him slightly, though he’s still visibly nervous. He nods, trying to steady his breathing as he looks at Rick.*
Harv Norris: (calmer, but still shaky) Yer right, b'y... yer right. We's da champs. We's da best...
*Rick nods firmly, giving Harv a reassuring slap on the shoulder. Suddenly, Rick notices the camera, and his demeanor shifts to something resembling confidence. Harv follows his gaze and also spots the camera, quickly trying to compose himself as well.*
Rick Hull: (to the camera, forcing a grin) You see this? You’re lookin’ at the greatest act in all of Pollo Road, right here! Two-time tag team champions, baby!
Harv Norris: (nervously chiming in) Dat’s right! We's da Punch Line, b'y! An’ dere ain’t nobody gonna stop us!
*Despite their attempts to project confidence, both men keep glancing over their shoulders, clearly still on edge. Rick continues, his voice trembling slightly as he tries to sound braver than he feels.*
Rick Hull: We just proved tonight that we’re the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be in this business! Ambush, WAG1, anyone who wants a piece—bring it on!
*Harv nods enthusiastically, though his eyes are still darting around, half-expecting an attack at any moment.*
Harv Norris: (nervously grinning) We's ready fer ya! We ain't scared of nobody, no way, no how!
*Rick tries to sell it, despite the clear unease in his posture. He nudges Harv, and the two awkwardly raise their belts in the air, though it’s clear they’re still rattled.*
Rick Hull: (more subdued, but determined) We’re the Punch Line, and this is our show now!
*The camera lingers on them for a moment as they continue glancing around, half-smiling and half-panicked, before they start to shuffle off, still nervously eyeing their surroundings as the segment fades to black.*