Post by Roy Vezina on Oct 10, 2024 19:44:23 GMT
The scene opens as the automatic doors slide open, revealing Roy Vezina, Harv Norris, and Rick Hull of the Punch Line making their way through Narita International Airport. The trio is decked out in their signature Canadian-inspired gear: red and white tracksuits with maple leaf patterns, aviator sunglasses, and matching hockey bags slung over their shoulders. As they walk through the bustling airport, they immediately turn heads—not necessarily for good reasons. Their swagger and loud energy contrast sharply with the calm, orderly atmosphere of the Japanese terminal.
Roy Vezina: (leading the way, arms wide open) “Ah, Japan! The land of sushi, sumo, and the land that’s about to see the Punch Line take over! They’re not ready for us, boys!”
Harv Norris, trailing behind with his signature over-the-top enthusiasm, clutches a Canadian flag in one hand while adjusting his shades.
Harv Norris: (in his thick Newfoundland accent) “Aye, b’y! Dey won’t know what hit ‘em! Da Punch Line’s here to take da whole ting by storm! We’ll teach ‘em a ting or two ‘bout real Canadian wrestlin’! Aye aye!”
Rick Hull, ever the straight man, adjusts the strap of his bag, glancing around at the curious and slightly confused onlookers. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but there’s a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Rick Hull: “Just keep it down a little, eh? Don’t want to scare off the fans before they even get to see us in action.”
Roy grins, throwing an arm over Rick’s shoulder as they continue walking through the airport terminal, a mix of enthusiasm and ego radiating from him.
Roy Vezina: “Hully, this is our time to shine! We’ve made waves all across North America, and now Japan is about to see why we’re the best damn team in this business! The Punch Line doesn’t do anything quietly—we make noise! And we back it up!”
Harv, waving his Canadian flag around like he’s in the middle of a victory parade, nearly knocks over a nearby luggage cart, causing a few heads to turn their way. He laughs it off, patting the cart as if it’s a fellow teammate.
Harv Norris: (grinning) “Aye, sorry ‘bout dat, eh? But I got me a good feelin’ ‘bout dis place! We’re gonna show dem why we’re da best team to come outta Canada since da ‘72 Summit Series, b’y!”
As they reach the baggage claim area, a few Japanese fans recognize the Punch Line and start snapping photos from a distance. Roy, noticing the attention, strikes a confident pose, pointing to the fans with a cocky smirk.
Roy Vezina: (to the camera phones) “Yeah, yeah, take it in, folks! You’re looking at the future winners of the SEKAI Trios Cup! Remember this moment when we walk out of here with that trophy!”
Rick gives a polite nod to the fans, trying to balance Roy’s bravado with a hint of Canadian politeness.
Rick Hull: “Thanks for the welcome, folks. We appreciate it. Hope you’re ready to see something special, because we’re bringing our A-game.”
Harv can’t resist getting in on the action, jumping in front of the cameras and holding up his flag, shaking it like it’s a Stanley Cup victory parade.
Harv Norris: (shouting) “Aye, get a good look at us, b’ys! Da Punch Line’s here to take over Japan! Ain’t no one stoppin’ us—not even dat tig’rs or da Demon Brigade or any of dem other jokers!”
As they continue making their way through the airport, Roy spots a souvenir stand selling a variety of Japanese snacks and trinkets. He pauses, eyeing a row of tiger-themed plushies and keychains, a nod to their rivals, the Ambush.
Roy Vezina: (picking up a plush tiger and smirking) “Look at this, eh? They’ve already got souvenirs for Eli and his buddies. How cute. Maybe we’ll bring them a real one after we kick their butts in the ring.”
Harv grabs a plush tiger too, making it “talk” in a mockingly high-pitched voice.
Harv Norris: (imitating a squeaky voice) “Oh no, da Punch Line’s here, eh! Better run back to da Motel Montreal!”
Rick can’t help but chuckle at Harv’s antics, but he quickly gets serious, reminding them of what’s at stake.
Rick Hull: “Alright, alright, enough with the jokes. We got a big weekend ahead of us, and we’re not just here to crack wise. Let’s show them what we’re made of, and then we can talk about souvenirs.”
Roy drops the plush back on the stand and gives his teammates a determined nod.
Roy Vezina: “You’re right, Hully. This is our moment. Let’s make sure the whole world—and especially Eli—knows that when the Punch Line’s in the building, everyone else is just the setup for our punch.”
Harv and Rick nod in agreement as the trio walks out of the airport terminal, leaving behind a trail of curious looks and camera flashes. The scene fades as they exit the airport, all eyes on what lies ahead in the SEKAI Trios Cup.
Roy Vezina: (leading the way, arms wide open) “Ah, Japan! The land of sushi, sumo, and the land that’s about to see the Punch Line take over! They’re not ready for us, boys!”
Harv Norris, trailing behind with his signature over-the-top enthusiasm, clutches a Canadian flag in one hand while adjusting his shades.
Harv Norris: (in his thick Newfoundland accent) “Aye, b’y! Dey won’t know what hit ‘em! Da Punch Line’s here to take da whole ting by storm! We’ll teach ‘em a ting or two ‘bout real Canadian wrestlin’! Aye aye!”
Rick Hull, ever the straight man, adjusts the strap of his bag, glancing around at the curious and slightly confused onlookers. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but there’s a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Rick Hull: “Just keep it down a little, eh? Don’t want to scare off the fans before they even get to see us in action.”
Roy grins, throwing an arm over Rick’s shoulder as they continue walking through the airport terminal, a mix of enthusiasm and ego radiating from him.
Roy Vezina: “Hully, this is our time to shine! We’ve made waves all across North America, and now Japan is about to see why we’re the best damn team in this business! The Punch Line doesn’t do anything quietly—we make noise! And we back it up!”
Harv, waving his Canadian flag around like he’s in the middle of a victory parade, nearly knocks over a nearby luggage cart, causing a few heads to turn their way. He laughs it off, patting the cart as if it’s a fellow teammate.
Harv Norris: (grinning) “Aye, sorry ‘bout dat, eh? But I got me a good feelin’ ‘bout dis place! We’re gonna show dem why we’re da best team to come outta Canada since da ‘72 Summit Series, b’y!”
As they reach the baggage claim area, a few Japanese fans recognize the Punch Line and start snapping photos from a distance. Roy, noticing the attention, strikes a confident pose, pointing to the fans with a cocky smirk.
Roy Vezina: (to the camera phones) “Yeah, yeah, take it in, folks! You’re looking at the future winners of the SEKAI Trios Cup! Remember this moment when we walk out of here with that trophy!”
Rick gives a polite nod to the fans, trying to balance Roy’s bravado with a hint of Canadian politeness.
Rick Hull: “Thanks for the welcome, folks. We appreciate it. Hope you’re ready to see something special, because we’re bringing our A-game.”
Harv can’t resist getting in on the action, jumping in front of the cameras and holding up his flag, shaking it like it’s a Stanley Cup victory parade.
Harv Norris: (shouting) “Aye, get a good look at us, b’ys! Da Punch Line’s here to take over Japan! Ain’t no one stoppin’ us—not even dat tig’rs or da Demon Brigade or any of dem other jokers!”
As they continue making their way through the airport, Roy spots a souvenir stand selling a variety of Japanese snacks and trinkets. He pauses, eyeing a row of tiger-themed plushies and keychains, a nod to their rivals, the Ambush.
Roy Vezina: (picking up a plush tiger and smirking) “Look at this, eh? They’ve already got souvenirs for Eli and his buddies. How cute. Maybe we’ll bring them a real one after we kick their butts in the ring.”
Harv grabs a plush tiger too, making it “talk” in a mockingly high-pitched voice.
Harv Norris: (imitating a squeaky voice) “Oh no, da Punch Line’s here, eh! Better run back to da Motel Montreal!”
Rick can’t help but chuckle at Harv’s antics, but he quickly gets serious, reminding them of what’s at stake.
Rick Hull: “Alright, alright, enough with the jokes. We got a big weekend ahead of us, and we’re not just here to crack wise. Let’s show them what we’re made of, and then we can talk about souvenirs.”
Roy drops the plush back on the stand and gives his teammates a determined nod.
Roy Vezina: “You’re right, Hully. This is our moment. Let’s make sure the whole world—and especially Eli—knows that when the Punch Line’s in the building, everyone else is just the setup for our punch.”
Harv and Rick nod in agreement as the trio walks out of the airport terminal, leaving behind a trail of curious looks and camera flashes. The scene fades as they exit the airport, all eyes on what lies ahead in the SEKAI Trios Cup.