Post by Roy Vezina on Aug 20, 2024 20:50:00 GMT
The Punch Line—Roy Vezina, Rick Hull, and Harv Norris—stand confidently near the ring. The Tag Team Titles are draped over Rick and Harv’s shoulders, gleaming under the arena lights. The silence of the empty arena surrounds them as they prepare to address the upcoming Cibernetico match.
Roy Vezina: (leaning on the ropes, smirking as he looks out at the empty seats) “Cibernetico… a match where you start as a team, and when your side’s wiped out, you turn on your own. Yeah, we’ve been here before. Last year, we went into this same match, and we didn’t come out on top. That won’t happen again.”
Rick Hull adjusts the title on his shoulder, looking at Roy with a smirk before speaking.
Rick Hull: (casual but confident) “Yeah, last year, things didn’t exactly go our way. But this time, it’s different. We’ve got these…” (taps the Tag Team Title) “…and we’ve got the experience now. We’re not making the same mistakes twice.”
Harv Norris: (thick Newfoundland accent, barely understandable, full of energy) “Das right, b’y! Last time, we let ‘em slip, sure. But dis year, nah b’y, we comin’ in hot, like a big ol’ codfish in da net, dere! Ain’t nobody stoppin’ us now, I tells ya!”
Roy chuckles at Harv’s wild enthusiasm but keeps his focus as he steps forward, addressing the camera directly.
Roy Vezina: (smirking) “We learned a lot from last year. And this year, we’re not just here to survive—we’re here to win. Kalidah, AJ Knight, Henry Yamazaki, Sangre… all you guys think you’re stepping into that ring with something to prove. But when you’re up against the Punch Line, the only thing you’ll prove is that you’re not ready for this.”
Rick Hull crosses his arms, nodding along as Roy speaks, his confidence unwavering.
Rick Hull: (calmly) “It’s different now. We’re tag champs, and we know exactly what it takes to walk out of this match on top. Once we eliminate the rest of you, it’s down to us. And trust me—when it’s just us left standing, we know how to handle our business.”
Harv Norris: (wildly gesticulating, his accent thick as molasses) “Aye, b’ys, no question! Dey tink dey gonna pull one on us again? Nah, nah! Once we take out da rest, it’s Punch Line all da way! Ain’t nobody takin’ dis one from us dis time!”
Roy shakes his head, clearly amused at Harv’s antics, but then gets serious again, locking eyes with the camera.
Roy Vezina: (leaning closer to the camera) “Orville Newton, Crazy Boy, Nexus… you guys are just here to fill out the numbers. Collateral damage. When it’s down to just us, the Punch Line, we’ll settle it. This year, we’re making sure the ending is exactly how we want it—with us on top.”
Rick Hull grins, tapping his title belt again.
Rick Hull: “And after last year’s mess, we’ve got a little extra motivation. We’re not just winning—we’re dominating.”
The trio share a cocky nod, feeding off each other’s energy. Harv is still rambling excitedly, but Roy cuts in with a final word, dead serious.
Roy Vezina: “Last year, we let it slip. This year, that’s not happening. The Punch Line is going into this Cibernetico ready for war. And when the dust settles, there’s only one thing you can be sure of—we will be the ones left standing.”
The three of them exchange smirks, their confidence sky-high as they walk off, ready for what’s to come.
Roy Vezina: (as they walk away, with a final smirk to the camera) “Hope the rest of you are ready for the punchline, because this year, it’s gonna hit harder than ever.”
Roy Vezina: (leaning on the ropes, smirking as he looks out at the empty seats) “Cibernetico… a match where you start as a team, and when your side’s wiped out, you turn on your own. Yeah, we’ve been here before. Last year, we went into this same match, and we didn’t come out on top. That won’t happen again.”
Rick Hull adjusts the title on his shoulder, looking at Roy with a smirk before speaking.
Rick Hull: (casual but confident) “Yeah, last year, things didn’t exactly go our way. But this time, it’s different. We’ve got these…” (taps the Tag Team Title) “…and we’ve got the experience now. We’re not making the same mistakes twice.”
Harv Norris: (thick Newfoundland accent, barely understandable, full of energy) “Das right, b’y! Last time, we let ‘em slip, sure. But dis year, nah b’y, we comin’ in hot, like a big ol’ codfish in da net, dere! Ain’t nobody stoppin’ us now, I tells ya!”
Roy chuckles at Harv’s wild enthusiasm but keeps his focus as he steps forward, addressing the camera directly.
Roy Vezina: (smirking) “We learned a lot from last year. And this year, we’re not just here to survive—we’re here to win. Kalidah, AJ Knight, Henry Yamazaki, Sangre… all you guys think you’re stepping into that ring with something to prove. But when you’re up against the Punch Line, the only thing you’ll prove is that you’re not ready for this.”
Rick Hull crosses his arms, nodding along as Roy speaks, his confidence unwavering.
Rick Hull: (calmly) “It’s different now. We’re tag champs, and we know exactly what it takes to walk out of this match on top. Once we eliminate the rest of you, it’s down to us. And trust me—when it’s just us left standing, we know how to handle our business.”
Harv Norris: (wildly gesticulating, his accent thick as molasses) “Aye, b’ys, no question! Dey tink dey gonna pull one on us again? Nah, nah! Once we take out da rest, it’s Punch Line all da way! Ain’t nobody takin’ dis one from us dis time!”
Roy shakes his head, clearly amused at Harv’s antics, but then gets serious again, locking eyes with the camera.
Roy Vezina: (leaning closer to the camera) “Orville Newton, Crazy Boy, Nexus… you guys are just here to fill out the numbers. Collateral damage. When it’s down to just us, the Punch Line, we’ll settle it. This year, we’re making sure the ending is exactly how we want it—with us on top.”
Rick Hull grins, tapping his title belt again.
Rick Hull: “And after last year’s mess, we’ve got a little extra motivation. We’re not just winning—we’re dominating.”
The trio share a cocky nod, feeding off each other’s energy. Harv is still rambling excitedly, but Roy cuts in with a final word, dead serious.
Roy Vezina: “Last year, we let it slip. This year, that’s not happening. The Punch Line is going into this Cibernetico ready for war. And when the dust settles, there’s only one thing you can be sure of—we will be the ones left standing.”
The three of them exchange smirks, their confidence sky-high as they walk off, ready for what’s to come.
Roy Vezina: (as they walk away, with a final smirk to the camera) “Hope the rest of you are ready for the punchline, because this year, it’s gonna hit harder than ever.”