Post by poisonpit on Jun 27, 2007 18:53:38 GMT -6
We open in a box of a room lit by flourescants.
POW reporters Lee Cash and Stephie Campbell sit at a small table drinking coffee and not talking much.
It must be early, both don't seem to be quite awake.
Suddenly, the door to the room is kicked open, making both journalists jump out of their seats a couple of inches.
The cause of the disturbance: none other than Toro Verde, maybe POW's only "morning person."
He seems to be fuming w/ energy.
He looks to the two reporters, an air of apparent excitement.
POW reporters Lee Cash and Stephie Campbell sit at a small table drinking coffee and not talking much.
It must be early, both don't seem to be quite awake.
Suddenly, the door to the room is kicked open, making both journalists jump out of their seats a couple of inches.
The cause of the disturbance: none other than Toro Verde, maybe POW's only "morning person."
He seems to be fuming w/ energy.
He looks to the two reporters, an air of apparent excitement.
Toro Verde: INTERVIEW ME!!!
Both reporters seem to be taken aback by the superstar who used to avoid interviews at all cost.
Lee Cash is the first to his feet. He hurries toward the luchedore w/ the microphone that he seems to carry w/ him at all times.
Stephie Campbell is quick to follow.
With both reporters converging on him, Toro Verde makes his decision.
He snatches the microphone out of Lee Cash's hand.
Lee Cash is the first to his feet. He hurries toward the luchedore w/ the microphone that he seems to carry w/ him at all times.
Stephie Campbell is quick to follow.
With both reporters converging on him, Toro Verde makes his decision.
He snatches the microphone out of Lee Cash's hand.
Toro Verde: You know, on second thought...
He signals the cameraman to follow him out into the hallway, leaving Cash and Campbell deserted.
The say nothing, just give eachother a dirty look.
In the corridor, Toro is pacing.
The say nothing, just give eachother a dirty look.
In the corridor, Toro is pacing.
Toro Verde: Josh Eagles, you smug little bastard... I want you to take a good look at me. My name is Enrique Alvarez, and I haven't forgotten where I stand in your eyes. I remember your cute little beach party where I got a co-starring role. But, if I/m lucky enough, you have already forgotten all about little ol me. After all, you've got enough on your plate at the moment in the Midwest, don't you? I couldn't be happier to be set up against you at this very moment, you know why? Because, Josh, that means that it will be my privilege to knock your ass down a couple pegs. You were put in this match to prove to Tony Hunter that you are something special, some kind of Godsend to our little wrestling company. That puts me in the position to take advantage of your greatest weakness, that swollen ego of yours! You go ahead and underestimate me, Eagles; walk into our match thinking about Reck Maverick, or FDCM, or Zevon, and I'll have the great fortune to show you who you are really up against! Keep it straight, homes, this is not the Midwest... this is New England, MY stomping ground, and you aren't going to have any of your Flush buddies to back you up. It's you against me, one-on-one, and I'm going to show you what real high-flying wrestling is all about.
Having made his peace, Toro throws the mic to the ground and leaves.