Post by Roy Vezina on Sept 30, 2024 23:39:23 GMT
The scene opens inside the Punch Line’s clubhouse, a laid-back space filled with sports memorabilia, championship belts, and hockey gear. Roy Vezina is lounging in a recliner, scrolling through his phone, while Rick Hull is on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Everything is calm until Harv Norris bursts through the door, eyes wide with excitement.
Harv Norris: (shouting in his thick Newfoundland accent) “BOYS! YE WON’T BELIEVE IT! WE’RE IN DA SEKAI TRIOS CUP! JAPAN, B’Y!”
Roy sits up quickly, his eyes widening. Rick stops what he’s doing, looking shocked as well.
Roy Vezina: “Wait… Japan? You serious?!”
Rick Hull: “We’re heading to Japan for the Trios Cup?! No way!”
Harv, still buzzing with excitement, rushes over and grabs both of them by the shoulders, shaking them.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! Dis is it! Da SEKAI Trios Cup! We’re takin’ on da best trios from around da world, and we’re goin’ to Japan to do it!”
Roy stands up, pacing with a grin as the realization sinks in. Rick leans forward on the couch, clearly excited.
Roy Vezina: “Japan, huh? This is it! The Punch Line is about to take over the world! Japan’s not ready for us!”
Rick nods, his excitement growing too.
Rick Hull: “Man, we’re about to show the world what Canada’s best team is all about. The Punch Line going global!”
Harv, bursting with energy, starts pacing back and forth.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! Look at who we’re facin’! Demon Brigade, Hotel California, an’ all dem other jokers! We’re gonna wipe the floor with ‘em!”
Roy smirks, his confidence through the roof.
Roy Vezina: “Tiger Mask Red, Kalidah, whatever he wants to call himself—this guy’s got more identities than anyone I’ve ever met. One minute he’s a tiger, the next minute he’s some dark monster. Who knows what he’s gonna be next?”
Rick Hull: “Doesn’t matter. He can wear whatever mask he wants, we’re gonna knock it right off his face.”
Harv laughs, slapping his knee.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! We’ll knock him back to da hotel—what’s it called? Motel Montreal? Hah!”
Roy starts to nod, feeding off Harv’s energy.
Roy Vezina: “Motel Montreal, exactly. Kalidah, Tiger Mask Red, whatever… we’ll remind him who the real champs are.”
But as the excitement peaks, Rick’s phone buzzes. He checks it, and his face drops as he reads something important.
Rick Hull: “Uh… guys… about Japan…”
Roy and Harv stop in their tracks, turning to Rick with confused expressions.
Roy Vezina: “What? What about it?”
Rick Hull: “Yeah, uh… the SEKAI Trios Cup… it’s not in Japan. It’s in British Columbia.”
There’s a long, awkward silence as Roy and Harv process the news. Harv’s jaw drops, and Roy’s grin fades into an annoyed scowl.
Harv Norris: (in disbelief) “British Columbia?”
Roy Vezina: (gritting his teeth) “British Columbia? Are you kidding me?! We were all hyped for Japan, and now it’s just BC?!”
Harv slumps into a chair, shaking his head in disappointment.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y… I was picturin’ Tokyo… sushi… sumo wrestlin’… now it’s just… BC?”
Rick, trying to stay positive, shrugs.
Rick Hull: “Look, it’s still the SEKAI Trios Cup. We’re still gonna take on the best teams, even if it’s not in Japan. It’s still a big event.”
Roy, still frustrated, sits back down in his recliner with a groan.
Roy Vezina: “Yeah, yeah. I guess it’s still a big deal… but BC isn’t Japan, is it?”
Harv tries to lighten the mood with a chuckle.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y, but at least we get to beat Kalidah again. Whether he’s callin’ himself Tiger Mask Red or da ‘Beast of BC,’ we’ll take him down!”
Roy’s scowl fades as he cracks a grin.
Roy Vezina: “You’re right, Harv. Tiger Mask Red, Kalidah, doesn’t matter. We’ll knock him down again, like we always do. And as for Ryan Samuels—”
Rick chimes in, rolling his eyes.
Rick Hull: “Oh man, how many times do we gotta beat that guy?”
Roy Vezina: “Exactly! I’ve beaten Samuels so many times now, I’ve lost count. If I have to beat him again, I swear…”
Harv, trying to lift everyone’s spirits, jumps up from his chair, all hyped again.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! We’ll take ‘em all down! Doesn’t matter where da match is, da Punch Line’s winnin’ da whole thing!”
Rick stands up, nodding confidently.
Rick Hull: “That’s right. Whether it’s in Japan or British Columbia, the Punch Line’s going to dominate. We’ll knock out Kalidah, take down the Demon Brigade, and leave Samuels in the dust again. We’re walking out of there with the Trios Cup.”
Roy gets up, shaking off his frustration as he claps Harv on the back.
Roy Vezina: “Yeah, you’re right. It doesn’t matter where we are. The Punch Line is going to win the Trios Cup, and nobody’s gonna stop us.”
The trio huddle together, hyping each other up as the camera fades out.
Harv Norris: (shouting in his thick Newfoundland accent) “BOYS! YE WON’T BELIEVE IT! WE’RE IN DA SEKAI TRIOS CUP! JAPAN, B’Y!”
Roy sits up quickly, his eyes widening. Rick stops what he’s doing, looking shocked as well.
Roy Vezina: “Wait… Japan? You serious?!”
Rick Hull: “We’re heading to Japan for the Trios Cup?! No way!”
Harv, still buzzing with excitement, rushes over and grabs both of them by the shoulders, shaking them.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! Dis is it! Da SEKAI Trios Cup! We’re takin’ on da best trios from around da world, and we’re goin’ to Japan to do it!”
Roy stands up, pacing with a grin as the realization sinks in. Rick leans forward on the couch, clearly excited.
Roy Vezina: “Japan, huh? This is it! The Punch Line is about to take over the world! Japan’s not ready for us!”
Rick nods, his excitement growing too.
Rick Hull: “Man, we’re about to show the world what Canada’s best team is all about. The Punch Line going global!”
Harv, bursting with energy, starts pacing back and forth.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! Look at who we’re facin’! Demon Brigade, Hotel California, an’ all dem other jokers! We’re gonna wipe the floor with ‘em!”
Roy smirks, his confidence through the roof.
Roy Vezina: “Tiger Mask Red, Kalidah, whatever he wants to call himself—this guy’s got more identities than anyone I’ve ever met. One minute he’s a tiger, the next minute he’s some dark monster. Who knows what he’s gonna be next?”
Rick Hull: “Doesn’t matter. He can wear whatever mask he wants, we’re gonna knock it right off his face.”
Harv laughs, slapping his knee.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! We’ll knock him back to da hotel—what’s it called? Motel Montreal? Hah!”
Roy starts to nod, feeding off Harv’s energy.
Roy Vezina: “Motel Montreal, exactly. Kalidah, Tiger Mask Red, whatever… we’ll remind him who the real champs are.”
But as the excitement peaks, Rick’s phone buzzes. He checks it, and his face drops as he reads something important.
Rick Hull: “Uh… guys… about Japan…”
Roy and Harv stop in their tracks, turning to Rick with confused expressions.
Roy Vezina: “What? What about it?”
Rick Hull: “Yeah, uh… the SEKAI Trios Cup… it’s not in Japan. It’s in British Columbia.”
There’s a long, awkward silence as Roy and Harv process the news. Harv’s jaw drops, and Roy’s grin fades into an annoyed scowl.
Harv Norris: (in disbelief) “British Columbia?”
Roy Vezina: (gritting his teeth) “British Columbia? Are you kidding me?! We were all hyped for Japan, and now it’s just BC?!”
Harv slumps into a chair, shaking his head in disappointment.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y… I was picturin’ Tokyo… sushi… sumo wrestlin’… now it’s just… BC?”
Rick, trying to stay positive, shrugs.
Rick Hull: “Look, it’s still the SEKAI Trios Cup. We’re still gonna take on the best teams, even if it’s not in Japan. It’s still a big event.”
Roy, still frustrated, sits back down in his recliner with a groan.
Roy Vezina: “Yeah, yeah. I guess it’s still a big deal… but BC isn’t Japan, is it?”
Harv tries to lighten the mood with a chuckle.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y, but at least we get to beat Kalidah again. Whether he’s callin’ himself Tiger Mask Red or da ‘Beast of BC,’ we’ll take him down!”
Roy’s scowl fades as he cracks a grin.
Roy Vezina: “You’re right, Harv. Tiger Mask Red, Kalidah, doesn’t matter. We’ll knock him down again, like we always do. And as for Ryan Samuels—”
Rick chimes in, rolling his eyes.
Rick Hull: “Oh man, how many times do we gotta beat that guy?”
Roy Vezina: “Exactly! I’ve beaten Samuels so many times now, I’ve lost count. If I have to beat him again, I swear…”
Harv, trying to lift everyone’s spirits, jumps up from his chair, all hyped again.
Harv Norris: “Aye, b’y! We’ll take ‘em all down! Doesn’t matter where da match is, da Punch Line’s winnin’ da whole thing!”
Rick stands up, nodding confidently.
Rick Hull: “That’s right. Whether it’s in Japan or British Columbia, the Punch Line’s going to dominate. We’ll knock out Kalidah, take down the Demon Brigade, and leave Samuels in the dust again. We’re walking out of there with the Trios Cup.”
Roy gets up, shaking off his frustration as he claps Harv on the back.
Roy Vezina: “Yeah, you’re right. It doesn’t matter where we are. The Punch Line is going to win the Trios Cup, and nobody’s gonna stop us.”
The trio huddle together, hyping each other up as the camera fades out.