Post by poisonpit on Jun 21, 2007 19:46:34 GMT -6
Lee Cash stands outside in the glaring summer sun, ready once again to fulfill his duties as POW:NE's hardest working reporter.
Cash: Lee Cash here in sunny Pittsburgh! I am currently standing on the football field of a local high school, where Toro Verde has asked to meet for an interview.
In the distance, a figure is seen running towards Cash.
Cash: I have to admit, however, that I'm a little skeptical of his showing up. Toro has a reputation for standing up members of the press and I didn't have very much luck interviewing him earlier this week.
The figure approaches at a quick pace. It is soon apparent that it is Toro Verde, wearing his wrestling mask, a green t-shirt, a pair of black athletic shorts, and sneakers. He is kicking around a ball on the ground. Once he is about ten feet behind Cash, he boots the ball and it goes flying and hits the POW interviewer in the back.
Cash: Ahh!
Toro Verde: Wassup Cash, glad you could make it!
Toro continues running, alternating the ball between his feet. The camera follows him down the field, w/ Lee Cash hurrying to keep up.
Cash: Wait! Wait for me!
Toro Verde: No time to slow down, Cash.
Cash: But, hey, I thought I was here to interview you!
Toro Verde: You are correct, muchacho. But, if you want to get that interview, you're going to have keep up. We're gonna play a friendly game of soccer today!
Cash: What?! Why?
They are near the end of the field now, Toro still in control of the ball.
Toro Verde: You better defend your goal, Lee Cash!
Not knowing what else to do, Lee sprints forward and tries to block Toro from passing through. With a big kick, Toro sends the soccer ball past the goalpost, Cash diving to try and catch it. He lands hard on the ground and skids to a stop. Toro runs to get the ball, soon returning w/ it in his hands. Seeing Lee Cash still on the ground, he helps him up. A large grass stain marks the front of his button up shirt.
Toro Verde: That one was close, you almost saved the ball.
Cash (panting hard): What's going on here?
Toro Verde: I'm trying to prove a point, Cash, and as always, I'm more than happy to make you a part of it. Think fast!
Toro headbutts the ball in Cash's direction; it misses his face by inches. Before Lee Cash can even respond, Toro is already speeding the ball down the field once again. Grudgingly, Cash follows w/ his best attempt at a run.
Toro Verde: Damn, Cash, you're out of shape!
Cash's only response is a series of grunts. His face grows red, a mixture of exertion and anger. With his last bit of energy, he dashes forward and tackles Toro Verde, grabbing the ball w/ his hands and booting it far into the distance. Toro rises to his feet, and Lee Cash braces himself for Toro's anger, but it never comes. Instead, Toro Verde is laughing.
Toro Verde: Haha! You crazy bastard! We were playing soccer, not rugby. You can't tackle in soccer.
Cash (breathing hard and quite disgruntled): Can I get my damn interview, or what?
Toro Verde: Sure man, take it easy. What do you want to know?
Cash: First of all, what the hell was that all about?
Toro Verde: Simple, Lee. It was just a game of soccer amongst friends. You are my friend, right? I thought it might be nice, what w/ it being so damn beautiful outside.
Cash: But, you said you were trying to prove a point.
Toro Verde: Certainly. I brought you out here today to show what a joy physical activity in the sun can be. You see, later this week I'm facing a guy that spends all his time playing video games. Cash, what's up w/ that?
Cash: Umm...
Toro Verde: I mean, is this guy authentic? Am I supposed to take him seriously?
Cash: Well, Gamer Nerd was pretty impressive in his first match for POW...
Toro Verde: Lee, don't insult me. Did you see me running that ball? Am I panting for breathe? Have I broken a sweat? You see, when I was a kid, this is how we spent our free time. Kids didn't spend their entire summer inside in front of a box. Cash, you couldn't get me inside during the summer months. Now answer me this, how do you expect some scrawny geekboy to beat me, a luchedore in peak physical condition, in the ring?
Cash: Umm, the gamer nerd army?
Toro glares at Cash long and hard.
Toro Verde: Bitch, go get my soccer ball!