Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 16, 2024 16:46:16 GMT
The camera opens backstage, showing a slightly tired but content Sam Hewitt, Pollo Road’s beloved announcer, slowly packing up his things. As he’s about to leave, he’s intercepted by the Punch Line—Harv Norris, Rick Hull, and Roy Vezina. They’re all grinning widely, though the atmosphere is a mix of mischief and affection.
Roy Vezina: (Sliding up beside Sam, patting him on the back) “Where you goin’, Sam? Trying to sneak out without saying goodbye?”
Sam Hewitt: (Looking slightly annoyed but amused) “I’m just dropping off my office keys, Roy.”
Harv Norris: (In his thick Newfoundland accent) “Ah, y’know, Sambo, we can’t let ya just walk away like that! Not after all them years o’ askin’ the tough questions, eh?”
Rick Hull: (Smiling, a little too excitedly) “Yeah! We gotta give you a proper send-off, old man style!”
Despite Sam’s protests, the Punch Line begin dragging him down the hall toward the ring. Sam tries to resist, but it’s clear he’s fighting a losing battle. Cut to the ring, where Sam is standing center stage, looking out at the empty seats, shaking his head in disbelief as the Punch Line surrounds him.
Sam Hewitt: (With a sigh, finally giving in) “Alright, alright… I suppose I’ve got one last interview in me. What do you boys want to talk about?”
Roy Vezina: (Interrupting before Sam can finish) “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, Sam. You’ve been asking the questions for forty years, but today… (grins widely) Today, I think it’s fitting that I ask you the questions.”
The crowd, despite not being present, can be imagined rolling their eyes as Roy’s arrogance shines through. Harv and Rick, meanwhile, start handing Sam some “retirement gifts”—all extremely Canadian and borderline ridiculous.
Harv Norris: (Tosses Sam a plaid flannel blanket) “For them cold winter nights when yer reminiscin’ about the good ol’ days.”
Rick Hull: (Hands over a bottle of maple syrup) “Can’t retire without this, eh? Keep ya sweet as always!”
Sam Hewitt: (Taking it all in stride, shaking his head with a laugh) “You boys are somethin’ else…”
Roy Vezina: (Smugly) “So, Sam, tell us… what’s next for the legendary Sam Hewitt? A rockin’ chair, some knitting, maybe even bingo on Thursdays?”
Sam Hewitt: (Smiling, catching the humor) “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of finally relaxing, maybe writing a book… but with you three around, I might just need to keep a bottle of Tylenol handy.”
The Punch Line laughs, genuinely amused. Despite their heelish tendencies, there’s an undercurrent of respect here. Harv and Rick start joking about the possibility of Sam coming back for “just one more interview” down the line, while Roy continues his mock interview.
Roy Vezina: (Leaning in, pretending to be serious) “Last question, Sam… Are you sure you won’t miss this? (Gestures grandly around the empty arena) The lights, the action, the… excitement?”
Sam Hewitt: (With a warm smile, looking around) “You know, Roy, I might miss the people… the good ones, anyway. (Chuckles) But I think I’ll leave the action to you boys. It’s time for me to enjoy the quiet life.”
There’s a pause as the Punch Line looks at each other, then Roy turns back to Sam with a smirk.
Roy Vezina: “Well, Sam, you deserve it. But if you ever get bored of that quiet life… you know where to find us. The Punch Line’s always got a spot for the best announcer in the business.”
Sam chuckles, genuinely touched by the moment. The segment ends with the Punch Line giving Sam a final, somewhat awkward group hug before heading out of the ring. As they walk off, Sam watches them go, shaking his head with a smile, then looks down at the gifts in his arms.
Sam Hewitt: (Muttering to himself with a chuckle) “Unbelievable. (Thinking) I probably should warn the new guy.”
The camera fades out as Sam stands alone in the ring, finally at peace with his decision to retire, even if it was in the most chaotic way possible.
Roy Vezina: (Sliding up beside Sam, patting him on the back) “Where you goin’, Sam? Trying to sneak out without saying goodbye?”
Sam Hewitt: (Looking slightly annoyed but amused) “I’m just dropping off my office keys, Roy.”
Harv Norris: (In his thick Newfoundland accent) “Ah, y’know, Sambo, we can’t let ya just walk away like that! Not after all them years o’ askin’ the tough questions, eh?”
Rick Hull: (Smiling, a little too excitedly) “Yeah! We gotta give you a proper send-off, old man style!”
Despite Sam’s protests, the Punch Line begin dragging him down the hall toward the ring. Sam tries to resist, but it’s clear he’s fighting a losing battle. Cut to the ring, where Sam is standing center stage, looking out at the empty seats, shaking his head in disbelief as the Punch Line surrounds him.
Sam Hewitt: (With a sigh, finally giving in) “Alright, alright… I suppose I’ve got one last interview in me. What do you boys want to talk about?”
Roy Vezina: (Interrupting before Sam can finish) “Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, Sam. You’ve been asking the questions for forty years, but today… (grins widely) Today, I think it’s fitting that I ask you the questions.”
The crowd, despite not being present, can be imagined rolling their eyes as Roy’s arrogance shines through. Harv and Rick, meanwhile, start handing Sam some “retirement gifts”—all extremely Canadian and borderline ridiculous.
Harv Norris: (Tosses Sam a plaid flannel blanket) “For them cold winter nights when yer reminiscin’ about the good ol’ days.”
Rick Hull: (Hands over a bottle of maple syrup) “Can’t retire without this, eh? Keep ya sweet as always!”
Sam Hewitt: (Taking it all in stride, shaking his head with a laugh) “You boys are somethin’ else…”
Roy Vezina: (Smugly) “So, Sam, tell us… what’s next for the legendary Sam Hewitt? A rockin’ chair, some knitting, maybe even bingo on Thursdays?”
Sam Hewitt: (Smiling, catching the humor) “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of finally relaxing, maybe writing a book… but with you three around, I might just need to keep a bottle of Tylenol handy.”
The Punch Line laughs, genuinely amused. Despite their heelish tendencies, there’s an undercurrent of respect here. Harv and Rick start joking about the possibility of Sam coming back for “just one more interview” down the line, while Roy continues his mock interview.
Roy Vezina: (Leaning in, pretending to be serious) “Last question, Sam… Are you sure you won’t miss this? (Gestures grandly around the empty arena) The lights, the action, the… excitement?”
Sam Hewitt: (With a warm smile, looking around) “You know, Roy, I might miss the people… the good ones, anyway. (Chuckles) But I think I’ll leave the action to you boys. It’s time for me to enjoy the quiet life.”
There’s a pause as the Punch Line looks at each other, then Roy turns back to Sam with a smirk.
Roy Vezina: “Well, Sam, you deserve it. But if you ever get bored of that quiet life… you know where to find us. The Punch Line’s always got a spot for the best announcer in the business.”
Sam chuckles, genuinely touched by the moment. The segment ends with the Punch Line giving Sam a final, somewhat awkward group hug before heading out of the ring. As they walk off, Sam watches them go, shaking his head with a smile, then looks down at the gifts in his arms.
Sam Hewitt: (Muttering to himself with a chuckle) “Unbelievable. (Thinking) I probably should warn the new guy.”
The camera fades out as Sam stands alone in the ring, finally at peace with his decision to retire, even if it was in the most chaotic way possible.