Side Lore: The 'Death of Shoe...'

 It's genius! Pure genius!" The figure in the shadows paced around, and around wildly chanting. Meanwhile looking on, were the bewildered yet collectively roaring applause (all 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 his throat a little,
Bad Press..(an old typewriter)
slowly wrote, and done
typing he began  to quote:
" People, Products, folks from
all kind, tonight we've solemn
news to report to you...At around 5:15pm est,  2:15 pst for a few...
we lost our beloved leader, the imitable one... The Shoe..."