Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 18, 2024 1:10:20 GMT
The camera opens to an empty ringside area where the Punch Line trio—Roy Vezina, Harv Norris, and Rick Hull—stand with their Tag Team Titles. Their demeanor is confident and cocky. They wear matching gear, and their body language exudes arrogance as they stand in front of a makeshift interview setup with a podium and microphones.
Roy Vezina: (stepping up to the podium, holding the Tag Team Titles with a smug grin) “You’re looking at the best in the business, the Punch Line. We’re holding these titles high because we earned them, and there’s no one who can touch us. We’ve put this company on notice.”
Harv Norris: (leaning casually against the ropes) “Ay b’y, we told ‘em we’d be right on top, an’ lookit now! Ain’t nobody round ‘ere can hold a candle, da bys, an’ dis here empty barn’s jus’ proof, eh? Top dawgs, b’ys, top dawgs, no messin’!”
Rick Hull: (standing confidently, adjusting his title belt) “Exactly. We’ve fought hard to get these titles back, and now that Roy’s back with us, we’re not just gonna settle for this. We’re aiming for the top spot. We’re not just tag champs; we’re gunning for the biggest prize in the game.”
Roy Vezina: (with a dismissive gesture, leaning in close to the camera) “That’s right. We’re not just stopping here. Harv and Rick got the job done, but with me back, we’re taking it to the next level. We’re not just here to be champions; we’re here to be the best this company’s ever seen.”
Harv Norris: (grinning wide) “Das right, b’y! We’re comin’ like a gale off da Bay, aye, an’ anyone tinkin’ dey can ‘andle us is gon’ be in fer a rude awakin’, sure! Top spot’s our next move, an’ nuttin’ can stand in our way, not a soul, b’y!”
Rick Hull: (with a serious tone, taking a step forward) “And let’s not forget the Ambush. They tried to make a name for themselves by attacking us. Well, here’s the deal: if anyone wants to try and make a statement, it’s game on. We’re not backing down from anyone.”
Roy Vezina: (throwing a dismissive hand gesture and smirking) “The Ambush, Eli, Kalidah—whoever thinks they can take us down. They’re all just obstacles in our way. We’re focused on the top spot, and we’re taking no prisoners. If you think you’re up to the challenge, bring it on.”
Harv Norris: (pumping his fist) “Aye, t’aint a doubt ‘bout it! We da best dere is, dere ever was, an’ dere ever will be, b’y! An’ anyone tinkin’ o’ crossin’ us? Oh, dey’ll find out da hard way, sure ‘nuff!”
The camera zooms in on the trio as they strike poses with their titles, their confident smirks filling the frame. They exude an air of superiority as they bask in their moment of triumph in the deserted arena.
Rick Hull: (with a sly grin, holding up the title belt) “So here’s to more victories, more titles, and proving once again why the Punch Line is the top of the food chain. We’re not just champions; we’re the best this company’s ever seen.”
Roy Vezina: (raising the mic as if toasting, with a wide smile) “Cheers to that!”
The Punch Line share a confident, cocky high-five, their arrogant smiles lingering as they revel in their moment.
Roy Vezina: (stepping up to the podium, holding the Tag Team Titles with a smug grin) “You’re looking at the best in the business, the Punch Line. We’re holding these titles high because we earned them, and there’s no one who can touch us. We’ve put this company on notice.”
Harv Norris: (leaning casually against the ropes) “Ay b’y, we told ‘em we’d be right on top, an’ lookit now! Ain’t nobody round ‘ere can hold a candle, da bys, an’ dis here empty barn’s jus’ proof, eh? Top dawgs, b’ys, top dawgs, no messin’!”
Rick Hull: (standing confidently, adjusting his title belt) “Exactly. We’ve fought hard to get these titles back, and now that Roy’s back with us, we’re not just gonna settle for this. We’re aiming for the top spot. We’re not just tag champs; we’re gunning for the biggest prize in the game.”
Roy Vezina: (with a dismissive gesture, leaning in close to the camera) “That’s right. We’re not just stopping here. Harv and Rick got the job done, but with me back, we’re taking it to the next level. We’re not just here to be champions; we’re here to be the best this company’s ever seen.”
Harv Norris: (grinning wide) “Das right, b’y! We’re comin’ like a gale off da Bay, aye, an’ anyone tinkin’ dey can ‘andle us is gon’ be in fer a rude awakin’, sure! Top spot’s our next move, an’ nuttin’ can stand in our way, not a soul, b’y!”
Rick Hull: (with a serious tone, taking a step forward) “And let’s not forget the Ambush. They tried to make a name for themselves by attacking us. Well, here’s the deal: if anyone wants to try and make a statement, it’s game on. We’re not backing down from anyone.”
Roy Vezina: (throwing a dismissive hand gesture and smirking) “The Ambush, Eli, Kalidah—whoever thinks they can take us down. They’re all just obstacles in our way. We’re focused on the top spot, and we’re taking no prisoners. If you think you’re up to the challenge, bring it on.”
Harv Norris: (pumping his fist) “Aye, t’aint a doubt ‘bout it! We da best dere is, dere ever was, an’ dere ever will be, b’y! An’ anyone tinkin’ o’ crossin’ us? Oh, dey’ll find out da hard way, sure ‘nuff!”
The camera zooms in on the trio as they strike poses with their titles, their confident smirks filling the frame. They exude an air of superiority as they bask in their moment of triumph in the deserted arena.
Rick Hull: (with a sly grin, holding up the title belt) “So here’s to more victories, more titles, and proving once again why the Punch Line is the top of the food chain. We’re not just champions; we’re the best this company’s ever seen.”
Roy Vezina: (raising the mic as if toasting, with a wide smile) “Cheers to that!”
The Punch Line share a confident, cocky high-five, their arrogant smiles lingering as they revel in their moment.