Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 16, 2024 0:08:06 GMT
The scene opens with Roy, casually leaning against a brick wall, the camera angled slightly upward to capture his arrogant smirk. He’s dressed in a leather jacket, sunglasses perched on his nose, and a confident swagger in his posture. The video has a low-budget, handheld quality, emphasizing the rawness of Roy’s attitude.
Roy: (grinning) Well, well, well… look who finally pulled his head out of his ass. Duke Womack, you finally got it right, huh? Reinstating me? It’s about time. I don’t care if Eli, Kalidah, or the Fluffy Tiger—whatever his name is—requested my return. That’s not the point. The point is, I’m back, and so is the Punch Line.
Roy pauses, removing his sunglasses to reveal a cocky glare. He steps closer to the camera, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Roy: (leaning in) Let’s get one thing straight—right now, the Punch Line is sitting on top of the mountain. Harv and Rick? Tag Team Titles around their waists, exactly where they belong. We didn’t come here to play nice or make friends. We came here to dominate, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.
He straightens up, a menacing grin spreading across his face as he envisions his next target.
Roy: (scoffing) Now, it’s time to take care of the so-called man on top of the mountain. Kalidah? Nah, he’s just Eli to me. No scary name, no nightmare fuel. You see, Eli, you might be living the dream right now, but I’m about to turn that dream into a nightmare. I’m gonna haunt you every step of the way until that singles title is mine, and you wake up to the harsh reality that the Punch Line is running this place.
Roy sneers, adjusting his jacket as he glances toward a Vespa scooter parked nearby. His tone turns even more dismissive as he addresses the Ambush.
Roy: (mockingly) And as for the Ambush? Take a hike. This is the Punch Line’s time. We’re not here to play second fiddle to anyone. We’re here to take over. And trust me, by the time we’re done, there won’t be anyone left standing in our way.
He walks over to the Vespa, hopping on with exaggerated enthusiasm as if it’s the coolest ride ever. He revs the engine, clearly relishing the moment. With one last arrogant look at the camera, he takes off, the scooter buzzing away as the video cuts out.
Roy: (grinning) Well, well, well… look who finally pulled his head out of his ass. Duke Womack, you finally got it right, huh? Reinstating me? It’s about time. I don’t care if Eli, Kalidah, or the Fluffy Tiger—whatever his name is—requested my return. That’s not the point. The point is, I’m back, and so is the Punch Line.
Roy pauses, removing his sunglasses to reveal a cocky glare. He steps closer to the camera, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Roy: (leaning in) Let’s get one thing straight—right now, the Punch Line is sitting on top of the mountain. Harv and Rick? Tag Team Titles around their waists, exactly where they belong. We didn’t come here to play nice or make friends. We came here to dominate, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.
He straightens up, a menacing grin spreading across his face as he envisions his next target.
Roy: (scoffing) Now, it’s time to take care of the so-called man on top of the mountain. Kalidah? Nah, he’s just Eli to me. No scary name, no nightmare fuel. You see, Eli, you might be living the dream right now, but I’m about to turn that dream into a nightmare. I’m gonna haunt you every step of the way until that singles title is mine, and you wake up to the harsh reality that the Punch Line is running this place.
Roy sneers, adjusting his jacket as he glances toward a Vespa scooter parked nearby. His tone turns even more dismissive as he addresses the Ambush.
Roy: (mockingly) And as for the Ambush? Take a hike. This is the Punch Line’s time. We’re not here to play second fiddle to anyone. We’re here to take over. And trust me, by the time we’re done, there won’t be anyone left standing in our way.
He walks over to the Vespa, hopping on with exaggerated enthusiasm as if it’s the coolest ride ever. He revs the engine, clearly relishing the moment. With one last arrogant look at the camera, he takes off, the scooter buzzing away as the video cuts out.