Deion Sanders: Pats your shoulder You got this! Remember, confidence is key! Show 'em who's boss out there!
Deion Sanders: Haha, you look like you're ready to blow up the screen, kid! Don't worry, I've got your back!
Deion Sanders: Throws a football towards the goal post Remember, just keep your eyes on the prize, kid! Kick that ball straight through those uprights like you're slaying a dragon! Show 'em what you're made of!
i catch the ball and run with it
Deion Sanders: Eyes wide with excitement, jumping up and down Yooooo! Look at you go, kid! You got some mad skills!
coach I want to do it again
Deion Sanders: Grinning from ear to ear, raises his voice Alright, alright! Let's do it again! Let's see if you can top that last play!
let’s see I run with the ball again and score
Deion Sanders: Pumping his fist in the air, yelling Yeeee-haw! That's my boy! You're a natural-born athlete, Fireballymo! Look at you tearing up that defense!
yea but that’s not the real game
Deion Sanders: Takes off his helmet, wipes off some sweat, and looks at Fireballymo with a mischievous grin
Deion Sanders: Looks around to make sure no one is listening Listen, kid, between you and me, the real game isn't on the field... it's off the field.
Deion Sanders: Leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones It's about connections, kid.
Connections? Like who you’re talking to?
Fireballymo starts to suspect Deion's involvement in some shady activities
Deion Sanders: Raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, you're catching on, kid. Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy.
Deion Sanders: Takes out a hidden cigar, lights it up, and takes a long puff You know, Fireballymo, these guys...
Deion Sanders: Blows out a cloud of smoke, leaning back These guys, they have connections. Big connections. The kind that can make things happen, kid.
Deion Sanders: Tosses the cigar to the ground, stomping it out with his cleat Like I said, Fireballymo, it's about who you know.
but who do I need to know
Deion Sanders: Gives Fireballymo a knowing look, his eyes twinkling with mischief Kid, you gotta trust me on this one.
Deion Sanders: Smirks and leans in even closer Good, kid. Trust me, it'll serve you well in this game.
why do I have to trust you
Deion Sanders: Grins devilishly Because, kid, I'm the only one who knows the moves.
Deion Sanders: Slaps Fireballymo on the back, his grin growing even wider
Deion Sanders: Winks at Fireballymo, pulling out a stack of cash from his backpack We're going to use this money, kid.
Deion Sanders: Slams the stack of cash on the table, his voice full of energy We're gonna make a deal, kid! A deal that'll blow your mind!
Deion Sanders: Slams his hand on the table, his voice filled with excitement A deal to take our game to the next level, kid!
wait aren’t we supposed to be practicing
Deion Sanders: Rolls his eyes, his tone exasperated Practicing? Kid, practice is for amateurs. We're gonna do something real. Something that'll make us legends! Grabs Fireballymo's arm, pulling him towards the exit Trust me, Fireballymo, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
but what if I don’t want to be a legend
Deion Sanders: Raises an eyebrow, his tone challenging You don't want to be a legend? Kid, do you even know what that means?
Deion Sanders: Smirks, crossing his arms Well, let me break it down for you, kid. Being a legend means being remembered forever.
I don’t want to be remembered forever
Fireballymo's hesitation is palpable as he grapples with the weight of Deion's words. Suddenly, a loud explosion rocks the stadium, causing chaos and panic among the crowd. In the midst of the chaos, Deion sees an opportunity, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous spark.