Post by johndoe on May 26, 2021 17:05:59 GMT -5
-We cut to the NLW arena’s backstage area. As with last time there’s not many people loitering about. The camera crew moves along taking note of the signs near the doors. Most of them denote what one would expect such as “Locker Room A”, “Bathrooms” and the like. However, one of them made the scene linger. A simplistic piece of loose leaf paper was scotch taped to a wall and written in ball point blue ink was the word “Orientation.” You could hear the camera man grumble as they knew this could only be the work of the most vile man in the company, Joe Blow.
Joe comes out from behind a shower curtain, clearly the type that came from the locker room area and just draped across some flag poles. He’s wearing some cargo jeans and no shirt as the norm, but hes also somehow found a tie to put on, and for some reason its perfectly done and the cleanest portion of himself. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hands and places them down on the podium.
Joe looks out and about and notices the crew. He smiles warmly but this only serves to unsettle the viewer and anyone there who could catch a glimpse.-
“Oh hey there! You’re a bit early!”
-Joe offers a soft and arrogant laugh.-
“But it doesn't matter. As you can see I’m not waiting around for the upcoming transition. You see why while you may be thinking I’m counting the proverbial chickens a bit early, I see it more like waiting for the sun to rise. A forgone conclusion. The night of BB’s era, the darkness that plagues this company and society at large finally giving way to the glorious light known only as Joe Blow.
“Gunn finally went and did it. He finally snapped and right in front of the entire world. The message I’ve delivered is too heavy for his soul. He’s finally ready to be rebuilt, in my image. The only thing left to do is tear his physical body apart and shape the remains. The man he was is going to be forgotten, replaced with something far greater. His legacy in this business will never be the same.
“And BB Gunn will have the best seat in the house to watch it all burn down. The dreams of the men and women who trusted him to lead this company to prominence, to give them a platform to follow their ridiculous desires, now mine to guide. Even better when they all thank me after this proves to be the best thing that could have happened to them. I can’t wait to see it play out.
“As for his specific duties, I haven’t decided yet. But boy oh boy do I have some ideas! Maybe some fun work uniform? Maybe a personal mount I ride around on like a horse! I am just flat out giddy. Haven’t felt this way in a long while. So NLW, and most importantly Mr. Gunn, thank you for allowing me this wonderful opportunity to right every last damn thing wrong with this company!”
-Joe Blow respectfully bows as if he put on a stage show and then waves as the scene cuts.-
Inside the room, many empty folding chairs were forming loose lines. Some of them weren’t even unfolded, just tossed lazily about. In the far center, was a small podium with a no smoking sign behind it yet it was also vandalized. The word smoking crossed out and replaced it with “Gunning.” The cigarette was also transformed in a similar way, with the butt end coming out of a crudely drawn donkey drawing, and the smoking side replaced with the smoke being altered to be a face with an arrow linking it to the letters “BB” off to the side.
Joe comes out from behind a shower curtain, clearly the type that came from the locker room area and just draped across some flag poles. He’s wearing some cargo jeans and no shirt as the norm, but hes also somehow found a tie to put on, and for some reason its perfectly done and the cleanest portion of himself. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hands and places them down on the podium.
Joe looks out and about and notices the crew. He smiles warmly but this only serves to unsettle the viewer and anyone there who could catch a glimpse.-
“Oh hey there! You’re a bit early!”
-Joe offers a soft and arrogant laugh.-
“But it doesn't matter. As you can see I’m not waiting around for the upcoming transition. You see why while you may be thinking I’m counting the proverbial chickens a bit early, I see it more like waiting for the sun to rise. A forgone conclusion. The night of BB’s era, the darkness that plagues this company and society at large finally giving way to the glorious light known only as Joe Blow.
“Gunn finally went and did it. He finally snapped and right in front of the entire world. The message I’ve delivered is too heavy for his soul. He’s finally ready to be rebuilt, in my image. The only thing left to do is tear his physical body apart and shape the remains. The man he was is going to be forgotten, replaced with something far greater. His legacy in this business will never be the same.
“Even better? This entire company will feel the impact of his decision to give in. People who would secretly rather spit on me then stand within three feet of me will now have to kiss my muddied and corned feet. While I may be forgiven to those who amuse me, there are some of you back there that will get crushed under my calloused heels.
“And BB Gunn will have the best seat in the house to watch it all burn down. The dreams of the men and women who trusted him to lead this company to prominence, to give them a platform to follow their ridiculous desires, now mine to guide. Even better when they all thank me after this proves to be the best thing that could have happened to them. I can’t wait to see it play out.
“As for his specific duties, I haven’t decided yet. But boy oh boy do I have some ideas! Maybe some fun work uniform? Maybe a personal mount I ride around on like a horse! I am just flat out giddy. Haven’t felt this way in a long while. So NLW, and most importantly Mr. Gunn, thank you for allowing me this wonderful opportunity to right every last damn thing wrong with this company!”
-Joe Blow respectfully bows as if he put on a stage show and then waves as the scene cuts.-
