So. Have any trouble getting up here? I'm impressed you made this far, kid.
Well, no. I suppose not. You've got, what, sixteen some-odd badges on you? I guess if you put that kinda time into badge hunting, a mountain like this should be no problem. You end up looking like you work at a TGI Fridays, but whatever.
The name's Red.
You recognize me? It's the hat, right? Yeah, that was me. I was a champ. I'm the guy that shut down Team Rocket a few years back. You've met Viridian's current gym leader? An old punching bag of mine. That gym leader lifestyle didn't suit me. I didn't feel like waiting around for whatever upstart to come clamoring for a prize, so I went traveling. I've gone places and done things most bright-eyed youngsters like you only see in their Saturday cartoons.
I've heard of you too, kid. You've been mopping up what's left of Team Rocket. Not bad. Embarrassing two Pokémon leagues isn't bad either. I heard you even tussled with the the big birds in the towers. Don't act surprised, word gets around.
So now here we are. I can tell what you're thinking, kid. I can see it in your eyes, I used to get that same look. You're just itching to throw that Poké ball.
Alright, kid. I've been getting bored lately anyway. I'll have all my Pokémon be nice and gentle, that should even things up a bit.