The Fantastic Lore: The 'death' of Shoe

"It's genius! Pure genius!" The figure in the shadows
paced around, and around wildly chanting. While
looking on, bewildered yet collectively, roaring
applause (were his 'boys')  in support of his ranting.
Shoe, then stopped, and flopped his tongue off to
the side. Then used it to depress  his center
inside, allowing an already bloated ego to puff up
with undue pride. " Hey  Boss" one of his shameless
lackeys blurted out, " what if the new guy ain't up to
snuff, and your plan... yet again goes awry?" Shoe
turned in the direction of the questioning, raised up
on his toes real high and then screamed, "WHADDA
YA MEAN!? "  "It will be PERFECTLY EXECUTED!"

He actually felt a near, uncontrollable urge to kick
the clueless slug for trying to be so snide.

That thought gave him pause though, and he marked
it on his mind for later, because he'd never let it go
without consequence, no he couldn't let it just simply  
ride.

"Listen up, and listen closely to me" Shoe spoke in a
bellowed tone, he wanted to make it clear, none
question his authority. "I've been thru fire, fought the
baddest of the bad back then. Made mountainous
mockeries of many good, but hapless men."
"No one here, need to wonder if I'm gonna suceed
I swear it on my name I profess." That when I push
forth with a plan, and put it  into action,
all bets are off I must  confess!"  

"Now, everyone move back ten paces, and get those
pathetically blank stares off your faces...make room
for my newest ally to get through."

"Come forth my new friend, we welcome you to our crew!"
Gents, and Ladies too, say hello toooo....his voice
(being droned out) by the sudden clanking, and creaking
of a true 'dinosaur' of this new time, and clearly a vision
looking more like a mess. Once he stops, though Shoe's
voice is decernible again,  and all they hear next is ...
" his name  is Bad Press!"

It's stone quiet, and Shoe and Bad Press feeling  alone
in the center of the room can sense the weight of the
occupants gloom. "HHEEEELLLLLOOOO!??" Shoe
angrily shouts, "Who cued the crickets? "

"What kinda welcome is this?" Then Combat, one of
his toughest and once,  most loyal of his followers
starts the applause as the rest follow suit. Shoe
makes another 'mental note' to himself snickering
in silent sarcasm and saying "oh how cute!" He
wasn't about to let on his displeasure with his now
clearly disjointed allied band. So he smiled, and
waved his tongue, then winked a sly eye over at his
second in command.

Making one last statement before their meeting
adjourned. This was the beginning of his NEW future
plan they were about to learn. "Ok ok, hear ye
here ye... Now to make this plan go off without a hitch,
my friend here has something to say to the world, a  
sadness he'll pitch."

Then, after clearing a little frog in his throat, Bad Press...
(an old typewriter) slowly wrote, and now done with his
typing, he began  to quote: " People, Products, folks
from all kind, tonight we've solemn news to give to you...

At around 5:15pm Est, and  2:15 Pst for a
few...we lost our beloved leader, the imitable one...
our leader, The Shoe..."