Post by Roy Vezina on Nov 15, 2024 0:07:24 GMT
The icy air is filled with the crisp sound of blades carving across the rink as Roy, Rick, Puck, and Blue Thunder skate laps, practicing their moves with their usual Punch Line swagger. Puck weaves around the group, constantly throwing out chirps that have that classic, cocky energy.
Roy Vezina: (grinning as he skates backward, watching the others) “Alright, champions, let’s talk game plan. Rick, you and Harv are defending against Ambush at Harvest Road. Time to show ‘em why you two hold the gold.”
Rick Hull: (smirking, adjusting his helmet) “Don’t sweat it, Cap. Ambush thinks they’re fast? Harv and I have been taking down teams bigger, meaner, and way scarier.”
Puck: (whizzing by Rick, snorting) “Yeah, Rick, remind ‘em what happens when the Punch Line gets serious. Ambush can go find a warm-up rink somewhere else.”
Roy Vezina: (laughing) “Meanwhile, Harv’s out there hiding in the snow like a lunatic, clutching that Golden Sugar Skull he swiped from NEXUS like it’s his first hockey puck.”
Puck: (rolling his eyes, grinning) “Guy thinks he’s Indiana Jones. Hate to break it to ya, Harv, but no one’s puttin’ your face on a lunchbox anytime soon.”
They laugh, picturing Harv’s antics, imagining him crouched in a snowbank. Just then, Blue Thunder glides up behind them, his silent presence casting a shadow over the group.
Roy Vezina: (startled, turning to see Blue Thunder) “Holy—Blue Thunder! You’ve got to stop creeping up like that, bud! You’re like a ghost on skates.”
Puck: (cackling, shaking his head) “Seriously, big man! Keep it up, and the arena’s gonna start charging extra for haunted attractions.”
They all chuckle, trying to shake off Blue Thunder’s unexpected entrance. Roy smirks as he refocuses the group.
Roy Vezina: “So, while Harv’s out dodging snowflakes and whatever else he thinks is after him, we’re out here putting in the work. Rick, you and Harv are keeping those belts right where they belong. Thunder and I? We’ve got Electric Insanity. Punch Line’s running the show.”
Rick Hull: (grinning) “Electric Insanity doesn’t know what they’re in for. We’ve got Blue Thunder, the silent killer over here. Dude could give ‘em a heart attack before the bell even rings.”
Puck: (skating in front of Blue Thunder, tauntingly) “Oh yeah, they’re toast. We’ve got a brick wall who doesn’t talk, a beaver in the woods, and me? I’m the fastest, loudest guy on the team.” (smirking at Rick) “Better keep up, ‘Hully Boy.’ I don’t want you blowin’ a tire while I’m chirpin’ circles around Ambush at Harvest Road.”
Rick Hull: (rolling his eyes) “Keep talkin’, Puck. The day you can keep up with me on the ice is the day I quit.”
Puck: (snickering) “Mark my words, big guy. When we’re holding all the gold, I’ll be the one tellin’ you how it’s done.”
As they continue skating, the Punch Line’s energy is at an all-time high—Roy’s confidence, Rick and Harv’s championship momentum, Puck’s endless chirps, and Blue Thunder’s intimidating silence. They’re fired up, ready to dominate the ring just as much as the rink.
Roy Vezina: (grinning as he skates backward, watching the others) “Alright, champions, let’s talk game plan. Rick, you and Harv are defending against Ambush at Harvest Road. Time to show ‘em why you two hold the gold.”
Rick Hull: (smirking, adjusting his helmet) “Don’t sweat it, Cap. Ambush thinks they’re fast? Harv and I have been taking down teams bigger, meaner, and way scarier.”
Puck: (whizzing by Rick, snorting) “Yeah, Rick, remind ‘em what happens when the Punch Line gets serious. Ambush can go find a warm-up rink somewhere else.”
Roy Vezina: (laughing) “Meanwhile, Harv’s out there hiding in the snow like a lunatic, clutching that Golden Sugar Skull he swiped from NEXUS like it’s his first hockey puck.”
Puck: (rolling his eyes, grinning) “Guy thinks he’s Indiana Jones. Hate to break it to ya, Harv, but no one’s puttin’ your face on a lunchbox anytime soon.”
They laugh, picturing Harv’s antics, imagining him crouched in a snowbank. Just then, Blue Thunder glides up behind them, his silent presence casting a shadow over the group.
Roy Vezina: (startled, turning to see Blue Thunder) “Holy—Blue Thunder! You’ve got to stop creeping up like that, bud! You’re like a ghost on skates.”
Puck: (cackling, shaking his head) “Seriously, big man! Keep it up, and the arena’s gonna start charging extra for haunted attractions.”
They all chuckle, trying to shake off Blue Thunder’s unexpected entrance. Roy smirks as he refocuses the group.
Roy Vezina: “So, while Harv’s out dodging snowflakes and whatever else he thinks is after him, we’re out here putting in the work. Rick, you and Harv are keeping those belts right where they belong. Thunder and I? We’ve got Electric Insanity. Punch Line’s running the show.”
Rick Hull: (grinning) “Electric Insanity doesn’t know what they’re in for. We’ve got Blue Thunder, the silent killer over here. Dude could give ‘em a heart attack before the bell even rings.”
Puck: (skating in front of Blue Thunder, tauntingly) “Oh yeah, they’re toast. We’ve got a brick wall who doesn’t talk, a beaver in the woods, and me? I’m the fastest, loudest guy on the team.” (smirking at Rick) “Better keep up, ‘Hully Boy.’ I don’t want you blowin’ a tire while I’m chirpin’ circles around Ambush at Harvest Road.”
Rick Hull: (rolling his eyes) “Keep talkin’, Puck. The day you can keep up with me on the ice is the day I quit.”
Puck: (snickering) “Mark my words, big guy. When we’re holding all the gold, I’ll be the one tellin’ you how it’s done.”
As they continue skating, the Punch Line’s energy is at an all-time high—Roy’s confidence, Rick and Harv’s championship momentum, Puck’s endless chirps, and Blue Thunder’s intimidating silence. They’re fired up, ready to dominate the ring just as much as the rink.