Post by Roy Vezina on Oct 11, 2024 0:29:25 GMT
The screen opens to a split view on Zoom. On one side, Dusty Strauss, sporting a vintage tweed blazer and thick-rimmed glasses, sits in a cozy studio setting with a classic Pollo Road backdrop behind him. On the other side is Roy Vezina, seated in what looks like a small, cramped hotel room somewhere in Japan. Roy is in his signature red tracksuit, but he’s clearly still nursing the wounds from his recent match against Kalidah, his face showing a few bruises and a bandage over his eyebrow.
Dusty Strauss: “Roy Vezina, it’s good to see you again, my friend, though it looks like Kalidah left quite a mark on ya. How’re you holding up after that… well, let’s call it a bruising encounter?”
Roy Vezina: (sighs dramatically, adjusting himself in his chair and wincing as he does) “Dusty, buddy, you don’t have to sugarcoat it. Eli didn’t just leave a mark—he nearly left me looking like a Picasso painting. But you know what? That’s fine. Because I got in there with the so-called ‘Beast of Hotel California,’ and I took everything he threw at me.”
(In the background, Harv Norris’s voice suddenly echoes through the small room.)
Harv Norris: (yelling) “Oi, b’y! You see how much yen I got for sellin’ all those maple leaf keychains?! We’re makin’ a killin’ over ‘ere!”
Rick Hull: (muffled) “Harv, you can’t be sellin’ those here, man! We’re supposed to be focused on the tour!”
(Roy rolls his eyes but can’t help a small smirk as Dusty chuckles at the background antics.)
Roy Vezina: (gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder) “You hear that? Those two—always up to something, even in Japan. But back to the matter at hand, Dusty. Eli, he likes to play mind games, he likes to drag you into his world. And sure, he might’ve thrown me around like a sack of potatoes, but he didn’t beat me—he survived me. There’s a difference.”
Dusty Strauss: (leaning forward, nodding thoughtfully) “Well, you’ve got that fighting spirit, Roy, no one can take that away from you. But I gotta ask—what’s next for Roy Vezina? What’s the plan after the beatdown?”
Roy Vezina: (his expression hardens, leaning closer to the camera) “The plan, Dusty? It’s simple. I regroup, I rebuild, and I come back stronger. Eli might’ve knocked me down, but he sure as hell didn’t keep me there. I got two goals in mind, buddy. First, I’m gonna keep reminding the world that the Punch Line is the greatest act in Pollo Road. Tag titles around Harv and Rick’s waists prove that already, but me? I’m looking for singles gold. I want that PMLL Heavyweight Championship, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get another shot at it.”
(From the background, a loud crash is heard, followed by Harv’s thick accent cutting through the chaos.)
Harv Norris: (yelling) “I told ya not to put all da snacks on top o’ da dresser, Hully! Now they’re everywhere! Look at dis mess, eh?!”
Rick Hull: (muffled, sounding exasperated) “Harv, I was just tryin’ to make room for the merch! Roy’s the one who said we needed more space in here!”
(Roy pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to keep focus, while Dusty chuckles again.)
Dusty Strauss: (grinning) “Seems like you’ve got your hands full over there, Roy.”
Roy Vezina: (shaking his head but with a smirk creeping back) “Yeah, Dusty, you could say that. But hey, that’s the Punch Line way. We might cause a ruckus, we might not play by everyone’s rules, but that’s because we make the rules. Eli can hide behind his spooky mask and all that mind game crap, but when it comes down to it, we’re here to win, no matter how messy things get.”
Dusty Strauss: (becoming a bit more serious) “Roy, I gotta ask—after all that, do you think you have what it takes to go one-on-one with Kalidah again? Or maybe even someone like AJ Knight down the line?”
Roy Vezina: (there’s a fire in his eyes as he responds) “Dusty, I’m not afraid of Kalidah, AJ Knight, or any other so-called ‘top guy’ in Pollo Road. They might’ve gotten their licks in, but I’m still here, and I’m still standing. The way I see it, this is my time. I came to Japan to show the world what the Punch Line is capable of, and I’m not leaving until everyone knows it. And when I get that next shot at the title? I’m not just gonna beat Kalidah, I’m gonna humiliate him.”
(In the background, there’s another crash, and then a long sigh from Rick.)
Rick Hull: “Harv, can you please stop trying to make that hockey stick lamp stand up straight? It’s not going to work, man.”
Harv Norris: “Oi, just wait, b’y! I’ll get it balanced! It’ll be like da lighthouse back home!”
(Roy glances over his shoulder, shaking his head with an amused expression before turning back to Dusty.)
Roy Vezina: (smirking) “Yeah, Dusty, this is what I’m dealing with. But these guys? They’re my brothers. And just like me, they’re ready to fight for every inch, every title, and every opportunity that comes our way.”
Dusty Strauss: (nodding with a grin) “Well, Roy, sounds like you’ve got your hands full, but we’ll all be watching to see what’s next for you and the Punch Line. Thanks for your time, and good luck out there in Japan.”
Roy Vezina: (leaning back, giving a confident smirk) “No luck needed, Dusty. Just get ready to see the Punch Line on top, like always.”
(With that, the interview ends, but as the screen fades out, we hear Harv yelling triumphantly in the background about getting the lamp to stand up—only for another loud crash to follow. Roy’s frustrated groan is the last thing heard before the screen goes black.)
Dusty Strauss: “Roy Vezina, it’s good to see you again, my friend, though it looks like Kalidah left quite a mark on ya. How’re you holding up after that… well, let’s call it a bruising encounter?”
Roy Vezina: (sighs dramatically, adjusting himself in his chair and wincing as he does) “Dusty, buddy, you don’t have to sugarcoat it. Eli didn’t just leave a mark—he nearly left me looking like a Picasso painting. But you know what? That’s fine. Because I got in there with the so-called ‘Beast of Hotel California,’ and I took everything he threw at me.”
(In the background, Harv Norris’s voice suddenly echoes through the small room.)
Harv Norris: (yelling) “Oi, b’y! You see how much yen I got for sellin’ all those maple leaf keychains?! We’re makin’ a killin’ over ‘ere!”
Rick Hull: (muffled) “Harv, you can’t be sellin’ those here, man! We’re supposed to be focused on the tour!”
(Roy rolls his eyes but can’t help a small smirk as Dusty chuckles at the background antics.)
Roy Vezina: (gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder) “You hear that? Those two—always up to something, even in Japan. But back to the matter at hand, Dusty. Eli, he likes to play mind games, he likes to drag you into his world. And sure, he might’ve thrown me around like a sack of potatoes, but he didn’t beat me—he survived me. There’s a difference.”
Dusty Strauss: (leaning forward, nodding thoughtfully) “Well, you’ve got that fighting spirit, Roy, no one can take that away from you. But I gotta ask—what’s next for Roy Vezina? What’s the plan after the beatdown?”
Roy Vezina: (his expression hardens, leaning closer to the camera) “The plan, Dusty? It’s simple. I regroup, I rebuild, and I come back stronger. Eli might’ve knocked me down, but he sure as hell didn’t keep me there. I got two goals in mind, buddy. First, I’m gonna keep reminding the world that the Punch Line is the greatest act in Pollo Road. Tag titles around Harv and Rick’s waists prove that already, but me? I’m looking for singles gold. I want that PMLL Heavyweight Championship, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get another shot at it.”
(From the background, a loud crash is heard, followed by Harv’s thick accent cutting through the chaos.)
Harv Norris: (yelling) “I told ya not to put all da snacks on top o’ da dresser, Hully! Now they’re everywhere! Look at dis mess, eh?!”
Rick Hull: (muffled, sounding exasperated) “Harv, I was just tryin’ to make room for the merch! Roy’s the one who said we needed more space in here!”
(Roy pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to keep focus, while Dusty chuckles again.)
Dusty Strauss: (grinning) “Seems like you’ve got your hands full over there, Roy.”
Roy Vezina: (shaking his head but with a smirk creeping back) “Yeah, Dusty, you could say that. But hey, that’s the Punch Line way. We might cause a ruckus, we might not play by everyone’s rules, but that’s because we make the rules. Eli can hide behind his spooky mask and all that mind game crap, but when it comes down to it, we’re here to win, no matter how messy things get.”
Dusty Strauss: (becoming a bit more serious) “Roy, I gotta ask—after all that, do you think you have what it takes to go one-on-one with Kalidah again? Or maybe even someone like AJ Knight down the line?”
Roy Vezina: (there’s a fire in his eyes as he responds) “Dusty, I’m not afraid of Kalidah, AJ Knight, or any other so-called ‘top guy’ in Pollo Road. They might’ve gotten their licks in, but I’m still here, and I’m still standing. The way I see it, this is my time. I came to Japan to show the world what the Punch Line is capable of, and I’m not leaving until everyone knows it. And when I get that next shot at the title? I’m not just gonna beat Kalidah, I’m gonna humiliate him.”
(In the background, there’s another crash, and then a long sigh from Rick.)
Rick Hull: “Harv, can you please stop trying to make that hockey stick lamp stand up straight? It’s not going to work, man.”
Harv Norris: “Oi, just wait, b’y! I’ll get it balanced! It’ll be like da lighthouse back home!”
(Roy glances over his shoulder, shaking his head with an amused expression before turning back to Dusty.)
Roy Vezina: (smirking) “Yeah, Dusty, this is what I’m dealing with. But these guys? They’re my brothers. And just like me, they’re ready to fight for every inch, every title, and every opportunity that comes our way.”
Dusty Strauss: (nodding with a grin) “Well, Roy, sounds like you’ve got your hands full, but we’ll all be watching to see what’s next for you and the Punch Line. Thanks for your time, and good luck out there in Japan.”
Roy Vezina: (leaning back, giving a confident smirk) “No luck needed, Dusty. Just get ready to see the Punch Line on top, like always.”
(With that, the interview ends, but as the screen fades out, we hear Harv yelling triumphantly in the background about getting the lamp to stand up—only for another loud crash to follow. Roy’s frustrated groan is the last thing heard before the screen goes black.)