Kingsley looks on nervously, he's in a slight state of shock from what has just transpired. He slowly leans forward into the mic.
"I... I didn't know what was going to happen... whatever happened to Joseph... that's his problem. I truly hope he gets better."
With all of the awards handed out, the show appears to be over, but Kingsley remains by the podium.
"This isn't over yet. We still have our Hall of Fame inductions to go, but first... I need to adress something. Once upon a time, this company was in the hands of someone called... Ryan Blake."
The crowd boo relentlessly.
"I know you guys hate him, and so do we. Recently, I managed to purchase this company, and I will now be transitioning from General Manager to Owner of this wonderful company. The replacement GM... or GM's I should say, will be revealed in due time, but first... I need to do something extremely important."
The crowd cheer, and Trent stands back. He looks dead into the camera, the smile gone from his face.
"Now that I am the owner of this company, I can do one thing that I've wanted to do ever since I started working here. One thing that the fans wanted me to do. One thing that needs to be done. It's time."
"Ryan Blake!"
"..."
The crowd wait in anticipation, Trent looks at the camera, the anger, the rage, the memories all coming back to him. He looks like that he's about to explode.
"..."
"Get the fuck out of my company."
"YOU'RE FIRED!"
"This is for everyone! Everyone who believed in me! Everyone who put trust in me! In order for this company to be the best it can be, then I feel that it's right to extinguish the cancer that was going to kill it!"
"You."
"Are."
"OUT OF HERE!"
In one of the biggest pops in Precision history, the firing of Ryan Blake makes the crowd go crazy. They chant 'Thank you Trent!' loudly, and it brings the smile back to the new Owner's face, as he waits to get ready for the Hall of Fame.
"And now his watch has ended."
(first hall of fame will go up tomorrow.)
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